It happened again. You'd been up fighting for hours and finally, after he'd promised he'd keep his hands off of you, he pushed you up against the door and hit you. Hard. Your head snapped to the side and you closed your eyes tight, willing him to just leave it at that.

But of course, he was too damn proud to do that. No. He whispered things, things you didn't hear, things you didn't want to hear while he slowly kissed the tears from your cheeks.

And now you're sitting here watching him sleep, with that peaceful look on his face that only seems to grace his features in dreams. Sighing, you slowly lick your split and slightly swollen lip. You couldn't do this anymore but you couldn't leave. He needed you, even if he didn't say it. Yet every time you make him promise not to do this again, something happens and he snaps. And every time you forgive him and stay.

Shaking your head slowly, you stand from where you were sitting on the edge of the bed and make your way into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind you and flipping on the light. You brace yourself against the sink, closing your eyes briefly before glancing into the mirror.

"Fuck," You mutter quietly.

No wonder people had been asking questions lately. Even though you never admitted it, you wanted to say something. But you couldn't. So instead you steal away into the bathroom at night and stare at your face; the black eyes, bruises and split lips staring back at you accusingly. Running a hand through your un-tamable jet black hair, you sigh and find it hard just to stay standing.

It wouldn't be so bad if the bruises were just on your face. But on those nights that things got out of hand, he went for it all. Kicking, hitting and biting you any place he could reach. Your body gets so tired sometimes and you're mentally exhausted, but you can't leave him. Ron and Hermione ask questions, as best friends would. But you just smile that smile of yours and shake your head, brushing it off as running into things and tripping over things, they know how clumsy you are anyways.

"Damn you Draco, damn you," You mutter quietly, shaking your head and standing up right completely.

"Harry?" You hear a sleepy voice call from the bedroom and you sigh, taking one last look in to the mirror before turning towards the door and flipping off the light.

"Coming love,"