A/N my first attempt at my favorite HP pairing. don't kill me!
Disclaimer: if I owned Harry Potter, would Draco or Harry ever wear shirts? Would either of them be straight? Would the books be suitable for young children? I didn't think so
Draco watched listlessly as the blood ran down his arm, waiting for the tears in his eyes to stop flowing. He wasn't sad, no not at all. He was happy. His father was gone and now…so was the mark that marred his skin, cut out.
He didn't care about the scar it would leave. His love lived with his scars every day, now he would live with a scar to. It told his story. He was Draco Malfoy. Ruthless Slytherin. He was evil, a death eater son. A death eater himself.
No not now. He refused to live his fathers life. Perhaps it was just rebellion or maybe it was all of his repressed emotion. His anger at his father coming out in a new way. It didn't matter.
The blood continued to run down his arm and his tears of joy and pain fell like rain. The mark that marred his skin was gone and in it's place was a mass of blood and flesh, the mark cut out of his arm as if it had never been there.
With a few muttered words and a flick of his wand the blood cleared and in the place of the blood covered hole in his flesh was a scar. It was red and raw. But it wasn't the mark. He turned his attention to the picture he was holding.
There sat Harry Potter. His enemy, his hatred, his love.
It started last year, when the dark lord had commanded him to kill his headmaster. He tried and just couldn't do it. He was a failure.
After hiding out in the mountains with Snape he came to a conclusion. And with that conclusion all of the certainty he felt about all of his beliefs vanished. His side, the dark lord…was wrong. The innocent lives taken. It was all wrong.
He ran away from Snape and made his way to Hogwarts where he knew he would find someone from the order of the phoenix. He came to the school tired and alone. His former lord had killed his mother in revenge for his failure.
He asked forgiveness and it was given. To his utter surprise. And now here he sat. in the house owned by Harry Potter. The object of his affections. He was under heavy protection but he knew no one there liked him much.
He was grateful for the burning sensation in his arm now. And even more grateful that the mark was gone. It was his past, his father, his lord
And before him was the future. The light he walked toward like a moth to a flame, and Harry. The one person he had left to care about.
As said boy walked into his room clearly surprised to see him, Draco dropped the picture and turned to face him
"How are you" Harry asked him
"I'm fine Potter" Draco said a bit to quickly for his own taste.
"No your not Draco, you've lost your mother and your belief system had taken a fall. your not ok." he replied
"what would you know about it" Draco snapped tears welling up in his eyes. For everything he lost and everything he could never have.
Harry wrapped his arms around the now sobbing boy. His hand tangled in his blond hair. And rubbing soothing circles on his back. "it's ok Draco" he said simply.
Draco looked at Harry with Hope shining in his slate gray eyes and with a swift movement Harry pressed their lips together firmly.
The ache in Draco's arm and heart subsided. He returned the kiss slowly. He knew now. This was right, everything was right with his world. It was all going wrong. But with Harry that was alright.