Coming out to Father.
Dedicated to: Olive for really coming out to her parents this week, good for you girl! And To Damien because I miss you so badly what with you being up at school. My bed feels empty, even Jack made a comment about missing your presence, yes, it was weird.
Distribution: ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: do you think I own anything? Hell, I don't even own the shoes I'm wearing
Warning: slash. Don't like don't read.
Summery: H/D.
Rating- PG 13 for swearing and adult themes.
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A figure stumbled in the darkness. Whimpering and leaving a trail of blood he sought out another being. The scent of burning surrounded him. Drooping as if carrying a heavy load he crumbled to the floor. Calling out softly was all he could do before passing out. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, ran into the room at the sound of his lover's voice. In the darkness he did not see the prone figure before falling over it. Hearing the uneasy breathing of his lover Harry pulled the other boy into his arms.
He thought for just a moment that the boy would died, that he had failed to protect him. Ragged breath stopped for a moment and then the boy coughed up blood and phlegm. Harry winced at the matter of his gray robes but rubbed the boy's back, "Better in than out. " Malfoy laughed slightly and coughed some more. "Luminoset." Muttered Harry and the small apartment lit up. Harry gasped at the state of the young man.
"Don't look like that, like someone killed your puppy, I'll be fine." Said Draco in his usual cold drawl, "Honestly. I just need to get cleaned up." He stated.
Harry tutted at the obvious lie. He started to pick the boy up in his arms. "Let's get you into bed." He said softly examining the boy's wounds.
"Typical, Potter, the minute I walk through that door all you can think of his a good shag." Draco said trying to make light of the situation.
"Then I'll call a medi-wizard." Continued Harry ignoring Draco's joke. A tear fell down his face as he looked at the man he loved's shredded face.
Draco cringed as the salt hit his torn face. "Harry, don't cry, Love. Honestly it doesn't hurt half as badly as it looks. I'll be ok." He said letting his world-hardened demeanor fall away, only would he let Harry see him like this. He reached up and cupped Harry's face. "Without all those protection spells you cast on me, I wouldn't have been."
"Fat lot of good they did you." Said Harry sullenly as he laid Draco down and started undressing him to see the full extent of his wounds. He touched the boy's unwounded arm. "I failed you."
"He tried to use Avada Kedavra. I wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for you." He said as he started to cry. "He tried to kill me. And if it weren't for you, he would have succeeded, so don't you dare even think you failed."
"Your own fucking father tried to kill you?"
"I told him that I had never had any stock in his beliefs. That I had faked it since childhood, too afraid to speak out. And that I could not become a death eater. He freaked, he decided I'd been bewitched and tried to beat it out of me. And here I am. You saved me."
"If he knew who saved you he'd be spitting bullets." Laughed Harry sadly. He pulled a pouch from his hip open and retched in. He threw a hand full of powder into the fire, stuck his head in and called. "Could I get a medi- wizard, please? I have someone quite injured here."
Within minutes a dumpy witch was stepping out of the flames. She sighed when she saw Harry, "Honestly, you two need to stop falling off brooms and trying to out do each others potion skills." Harry stepped aside and gave her a good view of Draco. "So he finally told his father, ay?"
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Feedback. To continue or not, that is the question.
Dedicated to: Olive for really coming out to her parents this week, good for you girl! And To Damien because I miss you so badly what with you being up at school. My bed feels empty, even Jack made a comment about missing your presence, yes, it was weird.
Distribution: ask and you shall receive.
Disclaimer: do you think I own anything? Hell, I don't even own the shoes I'm wearing
Warning: slash. Don't like don't read.
Summery: H/D.
Rating- PG 13 for swearing and adult themes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A figure stumbled in the darkness. Whimpering and leaving a trail of blood he sought out another being. The scent of burning surrounded him. Drooping as if carrying a heavy load he crumbled to the floor. Calling out softly was all he could do before passing out. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, ran into the room at the sound of his lover's voice. In the darkness he did not see the prone figure before falling over it. Hearing the uneasy breathing of his lover Harry pulled the other boy into his arms.
He thought for just a moment that the boy would died, that he had failed to protect him. Ragged breath stopped for a moment and then the boy coughed up blood and phlegm. Harry winced at the matter of his gray robes but rubbed the boy's back, "Better in than out. " Malfoy laughed slightly and coughed some more. "Luminoset." Muttered Harry and the small apartment lit up. Harry gasped at the state of the young man.
"Don't look like that, like someone killed your puppy, I'll be fine." Said Draco in his usual cold drawl, "Honestly. I just need to get cleaned up." He stated.
Harry tutted at the obvious lie. He started to pick the boy up in his arms. "Let's get you into bed." He said softly examining the boy's wounds.
"Typical, Potter, the minute I walk through that door all you can think of his a good shag." Draco said trying to make light of the situation.
"Then I'll call a medi-wizard." Continued Harry ignoring Draco's joke. A tear fell down his face as he looked at the man he loved's shredded face.
Draco cringed as the salt hit his torn face. "Harry, don't cry, Love. Honestly it doesn't hurt half as badly as it looks. I'll be ok." He said letting his world-hardened demeanor fall away, only would he let Harry see him like this. He reached up and cupped Harry's face. "Without all those protection spells you cast on me, I wouldn't have been."
"Fat lot of good they did you." Said Harry sullenly as he laid Draco down and started undressing him to see the full extent of his wounds. He touched the boy's unwounded arm. "I failed you."
"He tried to use Avada Kedavra. I wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for you." He said as he started to cry. "He tried to kill me. And if it weren't for you, he would have succeeded, so don't you dare even think you failed."
"Your own fucking father tried to kill you?"
"I told him that I had never had any stock in his beliefs. That I had faked it since childhood, too afraid to speak out. And that I could not become a death eater. He freaked, he decided I'd been bewitched and tried to beat it out of me. And here I am. You saved me."
"If he knew who saved you he'd be spitting bullets." Laughed Harry sadly. He pulled a pouch from his hip open and retched in. He threw a hand full of powder into the fire, stuck his head in and called. "Could I get a medi- wizard, please? I have someone quite injured here."
Within minutes a dumpy witch was stepping out of the flames. She sighed when she saw Harry, "Honestly, you two need to stop falling off brooms and trying to out do each others potion skills." Harry stepped aside and gave her a good view of Draco. "So he finally told his father, ay?"
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Feedback. To continue or not, that is the question.