25. Chocolate rain
chocolate rain
some stay dry and others feel the pain
chocolate rain
a baby born will die before the sin*
- Chocolate Rain (Tay Zonday)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M (references to violence)
Genre: Angst? Romance? General? I don't know!
Words: 423
Harry hadn't even closed the door behind him before Hermione's voice sounded from the living room.
"Harry? Are you there?" He made his way over to the living room and knelt before the fireplace. She looked terribly upset and he was instantly worried.
"What happened?" he asked.
"It's Draco", she answered in a thick voice. "He's here, at St Mungos."
"What? Why? Is he alright? What happened?"
"They say he's gonna be fine, at least physically. But I think you'd better come over Harry, you'd better hear it from him."
"I'm coming." As soon as Hermione's head had disappeared from the fireplace, Harry was throwing floo powder into the flames and shouting his destination.
He nearly threw up at the sight of his lover, all beaten up, against the stark white hospital sheets. He fell into the chair at Draco's bedside and grabbed his hand.
"What..." His voice was a harsh whisper and he coughed before he tried again. "What happened?" he asked. Draco opened his eyes a fraction and glanced at Harry.
"I would think that was quite obvious", he replied, trying to maintain the last of his appearance even in this state. Harry grasped his hand harder.
"Draco, please..." Draco sighed and closed his eyes again.
"They... beat me up. In that alley just down the street from our apartment."
"Who?" Draco smiled grimly and then grimaced, because it obviously hurt.
"Death eaters. I was just going to buy coffee, but they trapped me. They... called me a fag, amongst other things, and then proceeded to beat the living hell out of me." Harry bent down to rest his forehead on the bed, in a vain attempt to hide his tears.
"I'm sorry", he mumbled. Draco smacked him lightly on the head.
"Bloody stupid Gryffindor hero complex", he muttered. "Harry, you have nothing to be sorry for. Come on, look at me, I don't have the energy to yank your hair." Harry snorted, but obliged.
"But I-" he tried, but Draco interrupted him.
"No. This is not your fault. Neither is it mine. They're fucking small-minded assholes and they have no business with my sex life. Or love life. But I knew this was gonna happen, sooner or later. To me, not to you," he continued before Harry had time to interrupt. "No one would do this to the Chosen One, no matter how much they mind, but his ex-death eater for a boyfriend is a free target."
"I'm still sorry", Harry said at last.
"Yeah", Draco agreed. "Me too."
*Authors note: These lyrics are really weird. I googled them a bit and some people said it was a metaphor for racism, and that suited me fine, so I stuck with that. Sort of.