Chapter 1: Bored
I sighed, looking at the telly without really seeing it. They were playing a rerun. Again.
I was so bored. I didn't really have anything to do all day. I didn't need a job, I had plenty of money. My parents made sure of that before they died. I could have joined the Aurors after I finished school. And I did think about it. It wouldn't have been so bad because Ron also wanted to be an Auror. He was one now. But I realized that it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to go around, hunting bad guys and saving the world anymore. Voldemort has been gone for five years and I just wanted a little peace and quite after everything that has happened. The only bad part about the peace and quite was that sometimes, it got very boring.
I had moved in to 12 Grimmauld place; the house Sirius left for me in his will, after I finished school. I did get a dog. I big shaggy, black one that reminded me if Sirius. I natural named him Padfoot. He good company when I was feeling a little more lonely in this huge house.
After the war, I never did get back with Ginny. We had talked about it and agreed that our feelings weren't the same anymore. Don't get me wrong I still love her and she's a very beautiful women, but its more of a sister love then anything else. I had also found out that I liked men. No, I wasn't all the way gay. I still found women attractive ( although not as much of late) and the thought of having sex with one wasn't repulsive. I just so happen to find guys attractive as well. Everyone in the wizarding world knew it. It was far from being new news anymore. The public didn't care that I was bisexual. I just got that much more fans, mostly male. I hadn't had a relationship for two years now and even when I did it didn't last long. It's not like I didn't want to have someone. Someone to sleep next to at night, to make love with, to tell them I love them. I did want it. A lot. I just can't find someone who I feel that way about. So yeah...
What was I saying earlier? Oh, yes... I'm bored.
I sighed again and reach for my coffee cup. I was just about to take a drink when I heard a loud crash from outside the house. My hand froze, and I slowly set the cup back on the coffee table.
What the bloody hell was that?
I got off the coach slowly, my wand clutched tightly in my hand as I made my way to the door. I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door carefully. A blast of cold air hit me as I stepped outside. It was a dark winters night, with freezing temperatures and the snow falling thick and heavy. I looked out over the yard for whatever had made that crashing sound. There was nothing out here, untill...
There!
I dark figure was kneeling in the snow next to the bird feeder. It was the source of the crashing noise, the feeder had fell over right into the mail box.
" Who are you?" I demanded.
A pale face looked up at me, startled. Three claw markers scared across his left eye. Silver haunted eyes stared into mine. His left eye was a clouded white. I shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. His eyes were vacant like he had nothing left in the world.
His white, blonde hair was now a dirty brown and his pale skin was bruised and bloody. He was wearing filthy cloths that looked like they had never been washed, a white tank top ( well what used to be white anyway) and short cotton shorts like a girl would wear.
" M... Malfoy?" I whispered softly. He whimpered.
" Harry..." It was a soft sound. His voice was rough sounding, like he'd been screaming on a regular basis.
And then he collapsed into the snow. " Shit!" I rushed forward and picked him up out of the snow. He was so light, he couldn't have weighed more than 80, 90 pounds at the most. I cradled his head to chest as a took him inside.
I went up the stairs as fastly as I could without jostling the Slytherin in my arms.
I took him into one of the spare bedrooms that was right across the hall from my room. I set him down on the huge bed. He looked so pale and small on the pitch black blankets. I wasn't sure what to do with him now that he was here. He had collapsed right in front of me and for some reason I felt oddly protective of him.
I should probably treat his wounds... I'd have to take his cloths off first.
I started with his shirt, lifting up his shoulders gentle to pull of his shirt. I gasped. Dark black, purple bruises littered his fair skin. Dried blood stuck to him and there was deep scratches. His wrists were raw from what had to be rope burns. His fingers were red and the tips were a light blue. I hope the frostbite wasn't to bad...
But those weren't what drew my attention first. It was the piercings. I winced. He had two silver bars through his nipples and they looked infected. Who ever did this to him clearly didn't care if he got an infection. My eyes traveled down to his shorts. I was sort of afraid to see what they had done down there if they had done all that to his top half.
I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing underwear...
Another piercing. A genital piercing. Oh Merlin. There was no way I was going to leave those in there! I growled angrily and started to take the piercings out, throwing in the trash when I was done.
With the piercings gone, I assessed the rest of the damage. Blood and dried semen covered his inner thighs. My hands clenched in angry, they had raped him. If I ever found out who did this... I'd kill them.
I stocked into the bathroom to grab a wash cloth and a bowl of warm water to clean Draco off. I started with his feet, washing away all dirt. He had cute little toes... wait what? Did I just think his toes were cute!? Oh, geez...
I washed up his thin, soft legs up to his sharp hip bones. I wonder when the last time he ate was. I'd have to fix that when he woke up.
I gently cleaned his penis, balls, and his pale blonde pubic hair. I cleaned his stomach and chest. He still had the scars I gave him when we were in school. I regretted it.
I could see the outline of his ribs. I finally reached his thin shoulders to his face. Three scars ran across his left eye. Were these werewolf claw scars? I frowned.
I got a clean bowl of water and rested his head in the water. It took four different shampoos and conditioners till his hair was back to its pale, white blonde color.
All there was left to do was his... bum. I knew I had to clean it off and put some ointments on it as well as the rest of his body.
I turned him so that he was resting on his side and started to clean his back side. I spread his cheeks to clean of his bloody, red, swollen hole. I grimaced as a few drops of blood leaked out.
I took out the ointment and spread it all over his hole. I slowly slid a finger inside him to get the ointment on the wounds inside him. He felt so hot around my finger... No! I took my finger out, shaking my head. I can't think that way. Not after everything these people did to him.
I moved him back onto his back and finished treating his wounds. I dressed him in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. It was all way to big on him. If he wasn't so malnourished then it might have fit him.
Lastly, I brushed his out his shoulder length hair. I probably brushed it for longer then was needed, but I just couldn't help touching his beautiful hair. Even at Hogwarts I had thought of it. I sighed.
It didn't seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon. I might as well get some sleep. I covered Draco up with a blanket and turned out the light.
I leaned over the bed and kissed him softly in the forehead before leaving, closing the door behind me.
I was woken up by a scream. I got out of bed, tripping over Padfoot on the way ( he decided to sleep right next to my door).
I flung Draco's door open and looked over at the bed.
Draco was laying in the middle of the bed, his face covered in sweat and his hands clutching the sheets. He was tossing and turning so much that I thought he was going to hurt himself. I went over to the bed and grabbed his shoulders in the hopes that he was stop moving around. It didn't work. It made him scream more and he tried to fight me.
" NO! NO, PLEASED I'M SORRY! DON'T HURT ME! ILL BE GOOD! ILL BE GOOD!"
" Draco stop," I wrapped my arm's around him and started stroking his hair. His fingernails digging into my back. " Shh, it's ok. I got you. I'll protect you. Your ok now."
I repeated this over and over till his breathing calmed and his arms went limp at his side.
I pulled back to look at him. His face had turned a bright pink and he buried his face in his pillow, ashamed.
" It's ok Draco..." I trailed off as I felt something wet against my leg. " Oh. Draco.."
He wasn't ashamed because he had a nightmare... He had wet the bed.
" It's ok Draco. Come on. I'll get you some new pajamas and make a bath for you." He looked up at me with his pink face and wide owlish eyes.
" B-bath."
" Yeah, a bath. Would you like that?"
A nod.
I tried to help him out of bed but his legs were far to weak. " I'm going to carry, ok?" He blushed and nodded.
I carried him into the bathroom and set him on the toilet. I turning the water on to start filling the tub up. I turned back to Draco. " You have to take your cloths off to get in the bath. I won't look, I promise." I turned to face the wall as he got undressed. I turned back to him to see him trying to cover his body up with his hands.
" Don't look... I'm not pretty..." He whispered.
I silently helped him into the bath. I started with his and then to clean his body. My hand stopped as it reached his stomach. He was shaking.
" Here." I gave him the washcloth to finish cleaning himself. He grasped it in his trembling hand and started to wash his private parts. I heard a drip, drip as something hit the water. I looked up to see him crying.
" Oh, sweetheart." I gently took his face into my hands and wiped his tears away.
This only seemed to make him cry more.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped him up in it, lifting him out of the bathtub.
I carried him back to the bedroom and set holding him to my chest till he eventually stopped crying.
I found some new pajamas and helped him into them ( not looking of course).
I tucked him back into bed and I held his hand till he fell asleep.
" Goodnight Draco." I whispered. I gave him another kiss on the forehead. " And you're wrong. You're still pretty. I think you're beautiful..."
So beautiful.
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