Draco didn't really know how long they sat there before he dared to ask what he'd been dreading to ask. It was probably hours. He sucked in a deep breath and asked Harry the one question he was sure Harry wouldn't answer.
"What happened to you, Harry?" Draco asked quietly.
Harry stiffened in his arms. Draco waited and Harry relaxed.
"Uh. My uncle…ruh-ra…," Harry cleared his throat nervously.
"You don't have to say right now," Draco assured him quietly, "But you will eventually have to tell me."
"It's ok," Harry said quietly, "He…raped me. He made me suck him. And…and he hurt me…"
Draco was quiet for a while, giving Harry time to say anything else. Draco had guessed what Harry had said, but he wasn't sure. He tightened his arms around Harry and pressed his cheek to Harry's hair.
"Harry, that is so awful," Draco said.
"It's my own fault," Harry said blankly.
Draco pushed back and put his hand under Harry's chin, forcing the other boy to look at him. Harry looked up at him with guilty eyes.
"Harry Potter, that is not true," Draco said firmly, "Your uncle is at fault. He is the only one at fault. It is not your fault. It will never be your fault when someone hurts you."
Draco watched as tears filled Harry's eyes.
"B-but h-he s-said it w-was b-because of wh-what I a-am," Harry said tearfully.
"What, a wizard?" Draco asked in bewilderment.
Harry nodded jerkily.
"It's not your fault you're a wizard, Harry!" Draco snapped, "And even if it was, that's no reason to do such horrible things to a person!"
Harry whimpered slightly and tried to bow his head, but Draco's hand stopped him.
"Harry, look at me," Draco said softly.
Harry's eyes slowly came up to lock with his. Draco smiled softly at him.
"Harry, you're a beautiful person," Draco said, "You're brave, loyal, kind and determined. Your uncle is a piece of shit. He tried to tell you that you weren't wonderful so he could justify what he was doing. He was lying, Harry. And I don't care what he has said or what you say, you are magnificent and I'm honored you've chosen me."
The tears in Harry's eyes welled up and spilled over and he threw himself at Draco. Draco smiled softly as he hugged the boy to him. Harry buried his face in his neck and cried. Again. Draco anxiously wondered if Harry would cry this much every day. I don't care if he does, Draco thought, I'll be there every single time. Draco shocked himself at the caring attitude he had towards Harry. He took a step back to wonder why he cared so much about someone who had been an enemy to him previously.
It's because he's totally in love with me…he suggested, no. it's because he's exactly the type of person I want to be with. Except for the broken into a million glass shards part. But he's everything I would want in a boyfriend. And then he just plopped himself down at my feet. The only reason this is weird is because we've been at odds for so long. If we had just not known each other or been friends, I would automatically think he was ideal, but since I considered him an "enemy" I think there's something wrong with liking him. When there's nothing wrong with it! Nothing at all!
Draco grinned, rather pleased with himself for realizing the issue.
"Why are you so happy, Draco?" Harry questioned softly.
Draco looked down at him and kissed his forehead.
"Because I have you," Draco answered.
Harry blushed and looked away sheepishly.
"What time is it?" Draco suddenly wondered out loud.
Harry moved away and pulled out his wand, casting a tempus charm.
"Um…it's 6:32…" Harry answered quietly.
"Holy shit!" Draco cried, "You should've been in class!"
"Um. Right," Harry shrugged.
"And your friends are probably looking for you!" Draco said, smacking his forehead, "They're probably about to send out a search party. If they haven't already. Then they're going to kill me when they find out you've been with me. Oh my god. That's it. My life is over. I'll die via Gryffind-."
Draco was interrupted by Harry pressing his lips against his. Harry pulled back, looking nervous.
"What was that for?" Draco asked, smiling.
"You were so worried…" Harry trailed off, looking away.
"You're so sweet," Draco whispered.
He reached forward and patted Harry's cheek. Harry snuggled into his hand, looking a lot like a kitten. Draco grinned.
"Come on, kitten," Draco said, "Let's go to dinner."
Harry nodded and Draco stood up, then offered Harry his hand. Harry took it and Draco lifted him up. He kept ahold of Harry's hand as he pulled back the tapestry and stepped out. He was stopped and practically jerked backwards. He looked back to see that Harry was like a statue right inside the alcove. Harry looked at him with wide, green eyes. Draco turned back and put a hand to his cheek.
"What's wrong?" he questioned softly.
"Are you sure you want…to go out there…" Harry paused, "Like this?"
He lifted up there joined hands. Draco smiled softly and kissed his cheek.
"Yes, I'm sure," Draco answered, "Do you want to?"
Harry nodded his head eagerly. Draco brushed some of the raven locked out of his face and tugged him out of the tapestry. Harry stopped again, releasing Draco's hand and going back through the tapestry. Draco's face clouded in confusion, but Harry emerged, clutching the little green book. He shoved it deep into one of his pockets and took ahold of Draco's hand again. Draco smiled at him. Harry beamed back at him and it made his heart thud hard against his chest. He decided he liked the responses he got from Harry when he was gentle better than the ones he got when he was rough.
Little note: Phew! That took a bit out of me...Of course this entire story is taking a bit out of me! Hope you guys liked it! Love you all!