When Malfoy got out of the shower, he realized he had left his
clothes in his fury. It took him a minute to register why he had been so
mad. During his shower he had forgotten all about singing in front of
Harry and had let the worm water roll over his body. He wore loudly as he
thought how Harry might make fun of him. And I have nothing on him cuz he
sings like an angel. Wait did I just think that?
Malfoy shook his head and wrapped a towel from the rack around his waste. Carefully opening the door to his room he was thankful to see Harry, presumed asleep, on his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to his trunk to find some clothes. Stopping dead in his tracks he saw something that he never imagined. Harry's shit was slightly lifted showing a huge gash on the side of his stomach. It looked as though it had been split open many times and re scabbed, but never healed. Malfoy had an urge to go see how large it was, most of it being covered by Harry's shirt, but blocked the thought from his memory. I bet he wouldn't like it, he thought. No, stupid, you're not supposed to care why he has it, duh. Malfoy continued fighting with himself until he realized he was standing in the middle of his room, with only a towel on, dripping all over the floor, and Harry could wake any second to see him.
With luck Malfoy returned to the bathroom, this time with his clothes, without waking Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Harry's cut. One peak wouldn't hurt right? So Malfoy succeeded in convincing himself to see Harry's stomach. Walking silently as to not wake Harry, Malfoy reached his bed. Slowly Malfoy reached the edge of his shirt, gradually, cautiously, he began lifting it. When he reached the place the thought the scar would end he began to panic, it looked to be about half way. When he had finally reached the end the wound had to be at least a foot long stretching across Harry's stomach. Most of it didn't look too deep, except for the middle. I couldn't have been painless, whatever caused this mush have been on purpose. And by the looks of it, a new layer of blood just dried. Malfoy was mad, why did he care so much? And why did he want to kill whatever did this to Harry? He turned abruptly, forgetting he still held Harry's shirt in his hand with close to a death grip, and began to march away. Just the he heard a ripping sound and Harry wake up. "Malfoy?" a sleepy voice asked.
"Um, ya?" Malfoy replied warily, turning back around. He had been caught.
"What were you doing?"
"What do you mean, Potter?"
"Why do you have half my shirt in your hand and look ready to kill?" Malfoy sighed. He sat on Harry's bed and began to explain. Harry's eyes kept widening thorough Malfoy's confession, why would he care? By the end Malfoy was ready for just about everything than what he got. Harry didn't yell at him, or slap him, or get angry, he just sighed. "I might as well tell you how I got it. Not like you would tell anyone, cuz I have something on you too. You tell, I can tell about your love for muggle music. So here goes nothing. At the beginning of this summer, my Uncle decided there was only one way he could truly hurt me, through my friends. When that didn't work out he figured physical pain would do. Sometimes he would hit me so hard it would cut me. I never bruised though, never have. So he found whenever he hit my stomach, it would reopen, it hurt like hell, but I never let him know. All the rest of them have healed, except for this one. Sometimes when I bend over it opens again. So that's my story, sob, sob I know."
"Wow," Malfoy said stunned. He had figured out a long time ago that The- Boy-Who-Lived, didn't live a perfect life, He wasn't blind. But he never knew it was that harsh.
"I'm really sorry, but I know saying that doesn't help but I mean it." Harry must have looked shocked because Malfoy decided to continue. "My "friends" say that to me all the time. They are pointless words if said without meaning and understanding. It never helps"
"No it does," Harry replied shacking off the shocked feeling. "It helps to know someone cares, but why you Malfoy?"
"I never said I did." Malfoy replied, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't hide his emotions any longer. He continued this time much softer, "But I do." Harry had no idea what to say, so he just stared at Malfoy like he was crazy. "You might what to put another shirt on Potter."
"Oh, right, yeah." Harry stumbled off the bed and to his trunk. He began to lift the remains of his shirt until he noticed Malfoy staring at his scar. Harry turned around and finished changing. "Sorry, it just looks so painful. Will you go to the hospital wing?"
"I'll be fine." Harry stated his voice confident. Malfoy sighed, he was too stubborn, and he never would go. He cam back and sat on the bed next to Malfoy. He looked him straight in the eye and kept nothing back as he asked, "Why did you change Malfoy?" ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Do you think my chapters are too short? Is anyone even reading this story cuz if you're not I'm going to stop. Please review and tell me what you think!! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~
Malfoy shook his head and wrapped a towel from the rack around his waste. Carefully opening the door to his room he was thankful to see Harry, presumed asleep, on his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to his trunk to find some clothes. Stopping dead in his tracks he saw something that he never imagined. Harry's shit was slightly lifted showing a huge gash on the side of his stomach. It looked as though it had been split open many times and re scabbed, but never healed. Malfoy had an urge to go see how large it was, most of it being covered by Harry's shirt, but blocked the thought from his memory. I bet he wouldn't like it, he thought. No, stupid, you're not supposed to care why he has it, duh. Malfoy continued fighting with himself until he realized he was standing in the middle of his room, with only a towel on, dripping all over the floor, and Harry could wake any second to see him.
With luck Malfoy returned to the bathroom, this time with his clothes, without waking Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about Harry's cut. One peak wouldn't hurt right? So Malfoy succeeded in convincing himself to see Harry's stomach. Walking silently as to not wake Harry, Malfoy reached his bed. Slowly Malfoy reached the edge of his shirt, gradually, cautiously, he began lifting it. When he reached the place the thought the scar would end he began to panic, it looked to be about half way. When he had finally reached the end the wound had to be at least a foot long stretching across Harry's stomach. Most of it didn't look too deep, except for the middle. I couldn't have been painless, whatever caused this mush have been on purpose. And by the looks of it, a new layer of blood just dried. Malfoy was mad, why did he care so much? And why did he want to kill whatever did this to Harry? He turned abruptly, forgetting he still held Harry's shirt in his hand with close to a death grip, and began to march away. Just the he heard a ripping sound and Harry wake up. "Malfoy?" a sleepy voice asked.
"Um, ya?" Malfoy replied warily, turning back around. He had been caught.
"What were you doing?"
"What do you mean, Potter?"
"Why do you have half my shirt in your hand and look ready to kill?" Malfoy sighed. He sat on Harry's bed and began to explain. Harry's eyes kept widening thorough Malfoy's confession, why would he care? By the end Malfoy was ready for just about everything than what he got. Harry didn't yell at him, or slap him, or get angry, he just sighed. "I might as well tell you how I got it. Not like you would tell anyone, cuz I have something on you too. You tell, I can tell about your love for muggle music. So here goes nothing. At the beginning of this summer, my Uncle decided there was only one way he could truly hurt me, through my friends. When that didn't work out he figured physical pain would do. Sometimes he would hit me so hard it would cut me. I never bruised though, never have. So he found whenever he hit my stomach, it would reopen, it hurt like hell, but I never let him know. All the rest of them have healed, except for this one. Sometimes when I bend over it opens again. So that's my story, sob, sob I know."
"Wow," Malfoy said stunned. He had figured out a long time ago that The- Boy-Who-Lived, didn't live a perfect life, He wasn't blind. But he never knew it was that harsh.
"I'm really sorry, but I know saying that doesn't help but I mean it." Harry must have looked shocked because Malfoy decided to continue. "My "friends" say that to me all the time. They are pointless words if said without meaning and understanding. It never helps"
"No it does," Harry replied shacking off the shocked feeling. "It helps to know someone cares, but why you Malfoy?"
"I never said I did." Malfoy replied, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't hide his emotions any longer. He continued this time much softer, "But I do." Harry had no idea what to say, so he just stared at Malfoy like he was crazy. "You might what to put another shirt on Potter."
"Oh, right, yeah." Harry stumbled off the bed and to his trunk. He began to lift the remains of his shirt until he noticed Malfoy staring at his scar. Harry turned around and finished changing. "Sorry, it just looks so painful. Will you go to the hospital wing?"
"I'll be fine." Harry stated his voice confident. Malfoy sighed, he was too stubborn, and he never would go. He cam back and sat on the bed next to Malfoy. He looked him straight in the eye and kept nothing back as he asked, "Why did you change Malfoy?" ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Do you think my chapters are too short? Is anyone even reading this story cuz if you're not I'm going to stop. Please review and tell me what you think!! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~