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A/N:
Okay I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to try not to have this story moving too fast. I'm trying but this being my first serious slash fic it's hard. I will try not to have my imagination be a little over active with the… "scenes" lol. I hope this flows nicely and if it EVER starts getting to be a little too much PLEASE tell me! Okay there you are that's my promise to I hope to keep it! And here you are! Enjoy
Chapter 3: Cuts and Confessions
"Poppy's eyes they burn!" Poppy yelled as she ran out of the sitting room with her hands over her eyes. Draco looked over as she ran out. Blaise pulled his face back. "Draco, everything's fine. Just stay here she'll be fine. Trust me." He said running hand over Draco's unclothed form. Draco stood up and grabbed his clothes. "I'm sorry Blaise." He said zipping up his jeans.
"Look Draco, I didn't know she'd walk in but…just come back!" Blasie called after the blonde as he walked out of the room. "Draco please," He said grabbing Draco's arm harshly.
The blonde looked over his shoulder at the teen gripping his arm. He closed his eyes and jerked his arm out of the boy's grip. "I need to explain things to her." He said walking away from Blasie again.
"Merlin Draco she's your house elf not you girlfriend!" Blaise said walking up next to Draco again. Draco shot him a look that could kill. "She's not just a house elf." Draco said through clenched teeth. He walked into the kitchen and found Poppy sitting at the sink and washing her face. She mumbled to herself as she splashed the water.
Poppy did not see Master Draco with the Zabini child. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Yes, yes that's it.
"Poppy," Draco said softly as he placed his hand on her shoulder gently. He felt her jump under his touch. "Are you okay?" He asked as she turned around.
"Poppy is…fine. What can she do for Master Malfoy?" She asked wiping her face on her dress type thing.
"Poppy, I told you to call me Draco." He said sitting down on the counter.
"And Poppy told you not to sit on the clean counters." She said swatting at his bottom. Draco leaped off the counter. "You also told young Miss Parkinson that you were straight. But you proved her wrong today."
"That's what I wanted to explain." Draco said looking over at Blaise. "I was just…seeing what it was like. It's not like I'm like that." Draco said following Poppy as she walked through the kitchen cleaning.
"It's fine Master Draco; this is none of Poppy's business. She is sorry she burst in." Poppy said looking over her shoulder at Draco.
"Then can I ask you something?"
"What is it young Master?" She asked turning back to him.
"Can you erm…not tell anyone about what you saw?" Draco asked looking down at the house elf. She was playing with the end of her pillow case. She stayed that way for almost a full minuet before answering.
"Poppy will try sir. Now may Poppy ask of you something?" She said grabbing Draco's hand with her own small ones. Draco nodded. "May young master Draco please get some rest? Maybe your mind will more clear once you're rested." Poppy said, Draco tilted his head at the house elf. How did she know his head was clouded with all the things running through it?
She smiled and said. "As Poppy said before, she knows when something's wrong, like mother to her child."
Draco," Blaise said as Draco head the door creak open. Draco peaked out of the corner of his eye and saw that he had finally put his shirt back on. Draco kept his head in his hands as the boy came closer. "Draco I'm sorry I let that go so far, I really am. I mean I know it's sort of confusing at first but you know now everyone's an option…well other then a mud blood or something." Blaise said sneering at the thought. "I mean he more options the more fun right?" He stopped and looked at Draco still had his head in his hands. "But if you don't want to tell anyone I mean that's okay too. But—"I'm gay Blaise." Draco spoke and Blaise stood for a moment just staring at the boy. "Draco you can't tell that you're gay just from one snogging session with me. I mean you like snogging girls, right?"
"No Blaise, I don't. I haven't for awhile. I haven't since…" Draco trailed off. He had taken his head out of his hands and was looking at Blaise who was still staring at him. He ran a hand through his silky blonde hair as he waited for a reply.
"I guess I'll just leave you alone with your thoughts." He said moving over to the door.
I don't want to be alone. The words left the blonde's mouth at a level less then a whisper. Blaise stood for a moment; hand on the door, frozen. But he shook his head. Please, again they left at a almost soundless level. But Blaise turned the door knob and left the room. As he walked down the hall way Draco word repeated in his head. Draco rarely begged, and now that Blaise came to think of it he had never seen Draco plead before. It was just not the way of a Malfoy. Blaise shook his head like he had said it just was not the way of a Malfoy to beg so the words must have been his mind playing tricks on him.
But what if they weren't? A small voice asked in the back of his mind. If he wanted to talk he'll come and see me. Blaise told himself as he crossed the street to his own house.
Sitting in an empty room Draco felt cold. His lips still felt swollen from earlier. Reaching a hand up he felt his face. The sweat was still wet on his forehead. Scenes from before flashed in his mind. He shook his head try to rid himself of the thoughts.
His hair fell into Draco's face as his head past over Draco. Its lips leaving their trail as they made their way to the desired point.
Draco shook his head again trying make the thoughts leave his head. But they didn't want to leave.
Draco felt that boy's hand slip under the waist band of his boxers, tickling him slightly as the slender fingers made their way down. A small moan escaped his lips as the first wave of sensation hit.
This time Draco stood up, his hands were shaking as he opened the top drawer of his dresser. After digging through his shirts for a few seconds he found what he was looking for. He held the small black box in his hands for a moment, memories rushed to him.
"Here, wait no! Open it later, not right now, not here." The Gryffindor said slipping the box into his pocket. Draco slipped his hand in and felt that small box and realized that Potter's hand hadn't left the cloaks pocket yet either. He smiled and grabbed the boy's hand.
"I'm sorry about that way I acted, I mean…" Draco began but Potter shook his head. "It's okay; I know you didn't mean anything." Draco smiled; he loved how Harry always knew just what he meant. "I have to go; I'll you after the summer holiday." Harry said trying to move hand from Draco's pocket but he just clasped onto his tighter. "Nothing will change Draco, I promise"
Draco came out of memory and sighed. That had been nearly three years earlier. He and Harry were ruined, after that summer everything had changed.All that was left of their relationship was this box and what it contained. Tempted to open it for what seemed like the millionth time Draco set it down on his bed side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out the small razor blade that he kept inside. He pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, scares filled the wrist. (-A/N: I'm sorry to any one who does know someone who cuts them selves I've never known someone who has and I don't do this myself so I tried to make this seem real, please just go with me with this, thanks-) He had been doing this for almost five years now. He had slowed down while Harry was happy with him in third year. But now Harry hated him almost as much as he hated the Dark Lord himself.
Slit one.
It's not like he hadn't tried other methods. He had, but they just didn't seem to work.
Slit two.
This was easy. He could cover it up and no one would know.
Slit three.
He had tried dugs.
Slit four.
They didn't work. He couldn't control himself well enough and his father found out.
Slit five.
He had tried writing things out.
Slit six
But all that did was leave proof that Harry still lived in his heart.
Slit seven.
He wanted the feelings he had for the Gryffindor to just go away. But at the same time he wanted to still hope that one that he'd feel the same, again.
Slit eight.
He wanted to hold the teen again and let him cry on his shoulder; let him show that he missed his parents. Let Potter tell him about how he hated his aunt, uncle, and cosine.
Slit nine.
That last kiss they shared before everything went to pieces. The last time Harry has touched Draco and meant something other that he hated him.
A tear slid slowly down that blonde's cheek. He looked down at his arm. The blood seemed everywhere, taking a few tissues he started to mop up the mess. He was too much of a wimp to let this go very far, a few moments of pain was all he could make. He felt enough pain without causing it.
"Hey Tonks I erm…I wanted to talk to you." Harry said slipping out of Ron's room and heading down the stairs, following Tonks.
"I'm sorry Harry but I really have to run. Maybe later, okay?" She said taking the steps two at a time.
"It's about Malfoy." Harry said watching as the words sunk into her brain and her steps slowed.
"Make it quick," She sighed as they walked back up into Ron's room. Sitting down on Ron's bed Tonks' patted the spot next to her for Harry to sit down. "What's wrong Harry?"
"It's just that…I miss him. I've always missed him but this year it just seems worse…some how. Every time I hear some say the name Malfoy my ear perk up. I mean maybe it's just because…the Sirius thing but I really do miss him." Harry said looking down at his feet almost the whole time. "And I hate it."
"Master Draco…master Draco wake-up! Miss Bellatrix wants to see you!" Poppy said in Draco's ear. He rolled over grumbling. "Master Draco please wake-up before she gets you up herself!" Poppy pleased in his ear.
"Oh Dracy-Bear! Common get up we have lots of shopping to do!" Bella's loud voice bellowed through the house. Draco's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the loud voice. He grumbled slightly, semi mad that someone had woken him up. "Is master Draco ready to be up now?" Poppy snickered as the look on the blonde's face. Draco grunted as he rolled out of bed. He shuffled out of his room, still in his sleep wear and brain still in sleep mode. Sitting down at the dinning table he saw that his mother and Bella were both already fully dressed.
"Draco, dear, please go put on some clothes. I don't want to see what's under your clothes." Narcissa said to her son who only mumbled in reply.
"I don't really mind it." Bella said taking a bite of her toast. Her sister glared at her but she took no notices. "So Draco did you have fun with Blaise yesterday?" She asked raising an eye brow at Draco. He mumbled another soft reply. "Were you very happy yesterday, did you discover anything?" She asked her evil smile growing.
"No Bella I didn't." Draco said pulling at his sleeves.
"Are you sure?" She asked both eye brows now raised.
"Yea, pretty sure." He said nodding and taking a sip of his drink.
"Nothing happened and Poppy didn't see anything unusual?" She asked using her sickly sweet voice.
"Bella nothing happened now will you leave my son alone!" Narcissa said sharply to her sister.
"Well I just wanted to know if…" Bella started but she cut her off. "Bella I said to leave alone!"
Bellatrix opened her mouth again but Narcissa turned to Draco. "Dear will you please go get dressed so we can go out and get your school things?" Draco nodded and left the table.
"I'm gonna go talk to Draco." Bellatrix said getting up from her chair and heading towards the door. Narcissa left out her seat and grabbed her sister's arm in an attempt to hold her back.
"Cissa let go I just want to talk to him about his task before he leaves!" She said trying to pull her arm free.
"But the Dark Lord told us not to help him. Don't you think that we should listen?" She said turning her sister around to face her.
"I'm trying to keep him alive! I will not let him disappoint the Dark Lord!" Bella said pulling her arm away and walking up to Draco's room. Without knocking she opened the door. Finding inside an undressed Draco.
"God damn it Bellatrix! Have you ever heard of knocking?!" Draco yelled grabbing a pillow and covering his private parts. Bellatrix smiled and stepped into his room. "No," She said simply. Draco sighed. "Can this wait until I'm dressed?" He asked.
"I guess you can throw on some pants." Bella sighed walking over next to Draco. "But I do like the view."
"Bella you're my aunt." Draco reminded her. "So," She asked, Draco felt himself tighten as she pressed her body against his. He opened his mouth to say more but she shushed him by placing one of her slender fingers over his mouth. "Don't speak Draco just listen. When you go to Diagon Ally I want you pick up a few things for me. Well not really for me, they're to help you."
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A/N:
So what did you think? Please tell me I love to hear what you have to say! And yea I have fun with Bellatrix, I like weird characters. He he. Thanks for reading!
Lilly (Shannon)