Draco walked out of the coffee shop where he had seen Harry. He got
in his car and started towards his mother's house. About five minutes
later, he decided he wasn't ready to face his mother and turned back to
find a motel.
In his motel room, Draco was lieing on the bed staring at the ceiling, his shirt discarded on the floor. Images of Harry and he kept going through his mind, every day they'd had together right up to the day he'd had to leave after his father found out.
~*~flashback~*~
"Father", Draco called as he entered his father's study.
"Draco", Lucius acknowledged from his desk. "Can you come here.", though phrsed as a question it was a command.
Draco walked carefully up to his father's desk. They stood facing each other for a minute then Lucius reached up and backhanded Draco across the face. Draco's head snaped to the side from the impact but otherwise the boy didn't move.
Lucius stood up and walked around the desk; he stopped directly in front of Draco, putting the two almost eye-to-eye. Draco straightened up, making himself slightly taller than his father.
"Did you think you would get away with it?", Lucius snarled. "That you and Potter could just live a happy little life?"
Draco said nothing didn't even acknowledge that he had heard his father, much less that he cared what the man had to say.
"Answer me!"
No reply.
"If that's the way you want it fine. Crucio."
~*~end flashback~*~
He had just stoop there, years of experience had kept him from leaving the first time his father had hit him. Leaving would just have resulted in more pain. The next day, he had left and hadn't been back since. His father had left him up crucius for so long it had messed with his vision, hence the glass. He couldn't stand Harry seeing him after that.
Draco stood up and started pacing, he couldn't get the image of Harry out of his mind, those big emerald eyes full of questions, questions Draco didn't particulary want to answer.
"Screw it", he said as he grabbed his keys and shirt and drove back to the coffee shop.
Ron and Hermione looked up from their conversation when they heard Draco enter.
"Where is he?", the silver-haired boy demanded.
"He's at hom.", Hermione replied evenly.
"That helps.", he shot back sarcasticaly.
"Well you would know if you'd ever bothered to care!", Ron yelled turning red.
The words cut deeper than Draco cared to admit, to these two, he looked down and his tone softened, "I know. Just, please, tell me where he is."
Hermione studied him for a moment, thought it was the please that did it, she wrote down the directions and handed them to Draco, "Here but, if you hurt him again you will regret it."
"Thank you, I wont.", he said then turned and left.
Draco knocked lightly on the door to Harry's appartment, "Harry", he called.
No answer.
He turned the handle and pushed lightly on the door; it opened.
"Well that can't be good", he thought, "even if Voldemort is dead there are still plenty of people who would love to kill him." Draco stepped in and closed the door behind him. He stepped into the living room where Harry was asleep on the couch. Draco walked over and sat down next to him, he stired but didn't wake. "I'm so sorry, Harry, so sorry."
~*~flashback~*~
Harry was sitting in the astronemy tower the blade of his dragon knife from Sirius was pressed to the vein on his wrist. "Just a little preasure; and it'll all be over.", he thought as the tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Ron, Hermione, Sirius; I just couldn't take it anymore.", he whispered into the dark room and pressed the blade down. The blood trickeled out at first but Harry pressed harder and the flow increased. He moved the blade up his arm and did it again. His vision was swimming by the time he reached the third cut. Just as he was finishing it he heard the door open; he looked up, "Draco?", the passed out.
Draco opened the door to a secret room in the astronemy tower he had discovered the previous year. The first the he was a dark liquid almost covering the floor of the small room. He looked up as he heard a soft voice say, "Draco?". He saw Harry lieing on the floor three large cuts on one wrist and a knife in the other hand. "Harry", he yelled running over to the boy, "damnit you can't do this." In that moment Draco realized the he love the other boy. Draco sat there holding and rocking him telling him he couldn't die. He couldn't think straight enough to do anything else.
~*~end flashback~*~
One of the teachers had heard Draco yelling, thankfully, and come up to help.
He looked down at the floor where he saw the all to familiar knife on the floor. He picked it up and examined it; the blade had fresh blood on it. "It was me this time wasn't it, Harry?", he whispered to the raven- haired boy sleeping beside him. Draco curled up beside him, "I'm sorry, baby, so, so, sorry.", he whispered and a few minutes later fell asleep.
In his motel room, Draco was lieing on the bed staring at the ceiling, his shirt discarded on the floor. Images of Harry and he kept going through his mind, every day they'd had together right up to the day he'd had to leave after his father found out.
~*~flashback~*~
"Father", Draco called as he entered his father's study.
"Draco", Lucius acknowledged from his desk. "Can you come here.", though phrsed as a question it was a command.
Draco walked carefully up to his father's desk. They stood facing each other for a minute then Lucius reached up and backhanded Draco across the face. Draco's head snaped to the side from the impact but otherwise the boy didn't move.
Lucius stood up and walked around the desk; he stopped directly in front of Draco, putting the two almost eye-to-eye. Draco straightened up, making himself slightly taller than his father.
"Did you think you would get away with it?", Lucius snarled. "That you and Potter could just live a happy little life?"
Draco said nothing didn't even acknowledge that he had heard his father, much less that he cared what the man had to say.
"Answer me!"
No reply.
"If that's the way you want it fine. Crucio."
~*~end flashback~*~
He had just stoop there, years of experience had kept him from leaving the first time his father had hit him. Leaving would just have resulted in more pain. The next day, he had left and hadn't been back since. His father had left him up crucius for so long it had messed with his vision, hence the glass. He couldn't stand Harry seeing him after that.
Draco stood up and started pacing, he couldn't get the image of Harry out of his mind, those big emerald eyes full of questions, questions Draco didn't particulary want to answer.
"Screw it", he said as he grabbed his keys and shirt and drove back to the coffee shop.
Ron and Hermione looked up from their conversation when they heard Draco enter.
"Where is he?", the silver-haired boy demanded.
"He's at hom.", Hermione replied evenly.
"That helps.", he shot back sarcasticaly.
"Well you would know if you'd ever bothered to care!", Ron yelled turning red.
The words cut deeper than Draco cared to admit, to these two, he looked down and his tone softened, "I know. Just, please, tell me where he is."
Hermione studied him for a moment, thought it was the please that did it, she wrote down the directions and handed them to Draco, "Here but, if you hurt him again you will regret it."
"Thank you, I wont.", he said then turned and left.
Draco knocked lightly on the door to Harry's appartment, "Harry", he called.
No answer.
He turned the handle and pushed lightly on the door; it opened.
"Well that can't be good", he thought, "even if Voldemort is dead there are still plenty of people who would love to kill him." Draco stepped in and closed the door behind him. He stepped into the living room where Harry was asleep on the couch. Draco walked over and sat down next to him, he stired but didn't wake. "I'm so sorry, Harry, so sorry."
~*~flashback~*~
Harry was sitting in the astronemy tower the blade of his dragon knife from Sirius was pressed to the vein on his wrist. "Just a little preasure; and it'll all be over.", he thought as the tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Ron, Hermione, Sirius; I just couldn't take it anymore.", he whispered into the dark room and pressed the blade down. The blood trickeled out at first but Harry pressed harder and the flow increased. He moved the blade up his arm and did it again. His vision was swimming by the time he reached the third cut. Just as he was finishing it he heard the door open; he looked up, "Draco?", the passed out.
Draco opened the door to a secret room in the astronemy tower he had discovered the previous year. The first the he was a dark liquid almost covering the floor of the small room. He looked up as he heard a soft voice say, "Draco?". He saw Harry lieing on the floor three large cuts on one wrist and a knife in the other hand. "Harry", he yelled running over to the boy, "damnit you can't do this." In that moment Draco realized the he love the other boy. Draco sat there holding and rocking him telling him he couldn't die. He couldn't think straight enough to do anything else.
~*~end flashback~*~
One of the teachers had heard Draco yelling, thankfully, and come up to help.
He looked down at the floor where he saw the all to familiar knife on the floor. He picked it up and examined it; the blade had fresh blood on it. "It was me this time wasn't it, Harry?", he whispered to the raven- haired boy sleeping beside him. Draco curled up beside him, "I'm sorry, baby, so, so, sorry.", he whispered and a few minutes later fell asleep.