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12 The Ghosts of the Past
Draco and Harry were sitting on the blonde´s bed wearing only boxers and shirts talking and drinking fire whiskey together. The silver-haired boy came to the conclusion, "Harry, I think both of us are used to bottling up a lot of feelings and we need to talk about some things because our problems are sneaking up behind us having an influence on our whole life but leaving us no control, you know what I´m talking about?"
The black-haired teen nodded with a sad expression in his eyes and spoke softly, "You seem to know many things about me, but I know so little about you, Drake ..." his voice trailed off.
The silver blonde Slytherin loosened his ponytail nervously and asked, "Just ask .... What do you want to know?"
Harry arched one elegant eyebrow and said, "That´s not as easy as it sounds. I don´t know what to ask you now, because there are many things I would like to know .... Maybe we should start with your injuries on your arm?"
The other boy sighed deeply and began to speak about the last summer and his depression. Draco ended with the description of the feeling as he accidentally broke the mirror on the train ride and what happened after that. Now it was Harry´s turn to comfort the other boy and the blonde cried out his soul in his boyfriend´s arms. It was the first time that he allowed himself to let go completely in front of another person and it felt right.
The silver-haired Slytherin rested his face on the other boy´s chest and felt strong arms holding him tight while Harry was whispering comforting words. After a while Draco relaxed and noticed that he felt much better, not so helpless and empty like usual after crying. Harry was stroking his long, tousled hair tenderly and he was caressing his back making the blonde feel comforted and loved. The young Malfoy felt very strong suddenly because he was able to leave his sadness behind now that he had permitted himself to mourn about his hurt soul and to admit that he was sad.
The two boys drank another glass of whiskey and Draco managed to smile at the other boy a genuine smile, which was rather rare for a Malfoy. The blonde boy asked, "Harry, do you trust me?" and the other boy nodded silently.
"Why don´t you talk about your flashbacks and stuff?"
The black-haired boy shrugged lightly and answered, "I don´t like talking about that because it makes me feel like crying and I sort of live all the feelings again and again ..."
Harry´s voice sounded shaky and broken as he fought against some tears which were starting to appear in the corners of his emerald eyes.
Hiding his eyes behind his tousled black hair the boy managed to calm down and he started to talk about the rape. Harry explained his feelings during the punishment; the shame, the desperation and the helplessness. Draco asked softly, "Harry, weren´t you angry?"
The raven-haired boy looked thoughtfully at his boyfriend before he spoke, "No, I don´t think so."
Draco continued to ask, "But why didn´t you feel furious during or after they did such horrible things to you? It makes me shudder to think about it and I´m really infuriated."
Harry sat beside the other boy, his usual brooding expression on his face and he didn´t move only one muscle for a while. Suddenly he stated hoarsely, "They only reminded me of what I am."
Draco looked at his boyfriend alarmed and took his hand squeezing it softly before he asked, "What do you mean they reminded you of what you are, Harry?"
"A whore" was the quickly given answer and the silver-haired boy stared at the other boy in shock not knowing were this would lead to. The statement floated around the room, neither boy commenting on and they were silent for a short moment.
Draco broke the silence and spoke softly, "Harry, why do you think you are a whore?"
Harry buried his face ashamed in his hands and answered his voice barely a whisper, "He always was taking what he wants and he said that I´m a whore spreading my damned legs for less than money and I´d like to be taken hard."
At that point the raven-haired boy started to cry helplessly and his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him holding him tight. There was nothing to say at that moment and the only thing Draco could do was hold the other boy in his arms and let him cry.
When the black-haired Slytherin with the lightning-shaped scar relaxed in his boyfriend´s arms and was able to speak again Draco asked, "Who was it, Harry?"
Harry sighed deeply and took a deep breath before he gave the answer "Uncle Vernon".
Draco was fuming inside and couldn´t believe what he heard his boyfriend say. He couldn´t describe the fury he felt when he heard how those worthless muggles treated the child that was given to them, so that they could care for him. He really hated those damned muggles and now he understood Harry´s reactions much better.
Suddenly there was another question on his mind "Harry, you don´t think that you deserved it, do you?"
There was silence and Draco felt the other boy stiffen in his arms because he seemed to be right with his presumption. Draco forced the other boy to look in his ice-blue eyes and spoke softly, "Nobody deserves that, Harry, and especially no child that hasn´t a single chance to say no or fight."
Harry´s eyes filled with tears again and he whispered, "He said that I shouldn´t have wiggled with my little sexy arse so seductively and that I smiled so cute at him ..." and his voice trailed off.
Draco was only more infuriated but he held his temper back, "That worthless muggle told you so because he wanted to make you feel guilty for his perversity and it worked!" the blonde spat out bitterly.
Again, Harry cried in his arms and the silver-haired boy comforted him holding him tight and rocking back and forth with him. The young Malfoy buried his face in his boyfriend´s nest of black hair while he was caressing his back. Both boys lost every feeling for time as they sat there together in a tender embrace and there were no words to speak.
Draco pulled Harry closer and they were lying on the bed together and the blonde managed to cover both of them with the satin blanket. The silver- haired Slytherin took his wand and muttered a spell to switch off the light and make the candles disappear. Harry cuddled up against his boyfriend like a little child searching for his mother and the blonde continued to soothe the other boy. That was the first night they spent together completely and both boys needed the closeness of the other and the warmth. It took a long while until they fell asleep but both of them slept very peacefully afterwards and they were lying together snuggled up against each other while they were sleeping.
A/N: Please review if you like it!
Special thanks to Kodachi for beta-reading my story!!!
12 The Ghosts of the Past
Draco and Harry were sitting on the blonde´s bed wearing only boxers and shirts talking and drinking fire whiskey together. The silver-haired boy came to the conclusion, "Harry, I think both of us are used to bottling up a lot of feelings and we need to talk about some things because our problems are sneaking up behind us having an influence on our whole life but leaving us no control, you know what I´m talking about?"
The black-haired teen nodded with a sad expression in his eyes and spoke softly, "You seem to know many things about me, but I know so little about you, Drake ..." his voice trailed off.
The silver blonde Slytherin loosened his ponytail nervously and asked, "Just ask .... What do you want to know?"
Harry arched one elegant eyebrow and said, "That´s not as easy as it sounds. I don´t know what to ask you now, because there are many things I would like to know .... Maybe we should start with your injuries on your arm?"
The other boy sighed deeply and began to speak about the last summer and his depression. Draco ended with the description of the feeling as he accidentally broke the mirror on the train ride and what happened after that. Now it was Harry´s turn to comfort the other boy and the blonde cried out his soul in his boyfriend´s arms. It was the first time that he allowed himself to let go completely in front of another person and it felt right.
The silver-haired Slytherin rested his face on the other boy´s chest and felt strong arms holding him tight while Harry was whispering comforting words. After a while Draco relaxed and noticed that he felt much better, not so helpless and empty like usual after crying. Harry was stroking his long, tousled hair tenderly and he was caressing his back making the blonde feel comforted and loved. The young Malfoy felt very strong suddenly because he was able to leave his sadness behind now that he had permitted himself to mourn about his hurt soul and to admit that he was sad.
The two boys drank another glass of whiskey and Draco managed to smile at the other boy a genuine smile, which was rather rare for a Malfoy. The blonde boy asked, "Harry, do you trust me?" and the other boy nodded silently.
"Why don´t you talk about your flashbacks and stuff?"
The black-haired boy shrugged lightly and answered, "I don´t like talking about that because it makes me feel like crying and I sort of live all the feelings again and again ..."
Harry´s voice sounded shaky and broken as he fought against some tears which were starting to appear in the corners of his emerald eyes.
Hiding his eyes behind his tousled black hair the boy managed to calm down and he started to talk about the rape. Harry explained his feelings during the punishment; the shame, the desperation and the helplessness. Draco asked softly, "Harry, weren´t you angry?"
The raven-haired boy looked thoughtfully at his boyfriend before he spoke, "No, I don´t think so."
Draco continued to ask, "But why didn´t you feel furious during or after they did such horrible things to you? It makes me shudder to think about it and I´m really infuriated."
Harry sat beside the other boy, his usual brooding expression on his face and he didn´t move only one muscle for a while. Suddenly he stated hoarsely, "They only reminded me of what I am."
Draco looked at his boyfriend alarmed and took his hand squeezing it softly before he asked, "What do you mean they reminded you of what you are, Harry?"
"A whore" was the quickly given answer and the silver-haired boy stared at the other boy in shock not knowing were this would lead to. The statement floated around the room, neither boy commenting on and they were silent for a short moment.
Draco broke the silence and spoke softly, "Harry, why do you think you are a whore?"
Harry buried his face ashamed in his hands and answered his voice barely a whisper, "He always was taking what he wants and he said that I´m a whore spreading my damned legs for less than money and I´d like to be taken hard."
At that point the raven-haired boy started to cry helplessly and his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him holding him tight. There was nothing to say at that moment and the only thing Draco could do was hold the other boy in his arms and let him cry.
When the black-haired Slytherin with the lightning-shaped scar relaxed in his boyfriend´s arms and was able to speak again Draco asked, "Who was it, Harry?"
Harry sighed deeply and took a deep breath before he gave the answer "Uncle Vernon".
Draco was fuming inside and couldn´t believe what he heard his boyfriend say. He couldn´t describe the fury he felt when he heard how those worthless muggles treated the child that was given to them, so that they could care for him. He really hated those damned muggles and now he understood Harry´s reactions much better.
Suddenly there was another question on his mind "Harry, you don´t think that you deserved it, do you?"
There was silence and Draco felt the other boy stiffen in his arms because he seemed to be right with his presumption. Draco forced the other boy to look in his ice-blue eyes and spoke softly, "Nobody deserves that, Harry, and especially no child that hasn´t a single chance to say no or fight."
Harry´s eyes filled with tears again and he whispered, "He said that I shouldn´t have wiggled with my little sexy arse so seductively and that I smiled so cute at him ..." and his voice trailed off.
Draco was only more infuriated but he held his temper back, "That worthless muggle told you so because he wanted to make you feel guilty for his perversity and it worked!" the blonde spat out bitterly.
Again, Harry cried in his arms and the silver-haired boy comforted him holding him tight and rocking back and forth with him. The young Malfoy buried his face in his boyfriend´s nest of black hair while he was caressing his back. Both boys lost every feeling for time as they sat there together in a tender embrace and there were no words to speak.
Draco pulled Harry closer and they were lying on the bed together and the blonde managed to cover both of them with the satin blanket. The silver- haired Slytherin took his wand and muttered a spell to switch off the light and make the candles disappear. Harry cuddled up against his boyfriend like a little child searching for his mother and the blonde continued to soothe the other boy. That was the first night they spent together completely and both boys needed the closeness of the other and the warmth. It took a long while until they fell asleep but both of them slept very peacefully afterwards and they were lying together snuggled up against each other while they were sleeping.
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