Pairings in this chapter: Draco/Harry, Snape/Lupin, Snape/Hayaka(friendship)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not getting money. I wish.
Chapter 15 : When People Run In Circles
Snape and Remus arrived just as Hayaka carefully closed the door to Harry's room. The young looking doctor gave them a look before walking away. They followed him. Remus could smell the worry of the other man clearly, though it didn't show on his face. Snape was a closed off man, after all.
The three entered the well used library, as it was absent of others. As soon as the door shut, Hayaka let out a great sigh.
"Severus," he murmured with the quiet of a grieving man, "That boy is going to spend a very long time recovering."
"Then he…" Remus trailed off.
"I will recommend to Albus that he is allowed entrance to school for his sixth year," the doctor replied. "However, even with my treatment in the coming two weeks left, he cannot be left without people he knows. The memories that are slowly coming back to him are only of pain. Loneliness. Suffering. I cannot explain to you just how much there is inside the child, so much that he cannot currently see."
Snape sat down and held his head in one hand. "I know of the physical side of his abuse, but not how it as affected him mentally…That, I only have the slightest glimpse of. I assume you have seen more…"
"Yes," Hayaka whispered, turning to stare down at his childhood friend. Remus frowned at the sudden change in scents. Regret, anger, sorrow… And they were from both men. The wolf slowly turned his gaze from one to the other. Something…was between them. Even a blind man could sense the tenseness surrounding them. The soft sigh that escaped his lips went unnoticed by the other two.
He could find out about Harry after Dr. Minokura left.
Snape's eyes snapped to the door as it shut behind the wolf. He frowned, wondering what would prompt Remus' sudden exit.
"He's jealous," said Hayaka suddenly with a smile. Snape glared at him.
"You're still as insane as ever."
The silver haired doctor only laughed. Snape watched him carefully, noting the sick look in the other's eyes and the forced cheer. Hayaka had been quite disturbed with what he saw that day. With a sigh, the doctor knew he was caught and began to pace.
"He was abused," he murmured without preamble, anger filling him. "Mentally, physically, sexually; I'm surprised that boy is alive after sixteen years."
"The muggles?" asked Snape, watching the way Hayaka's face changed.
"Those people aren't muggles! They're monsters!" the blue eyed man growled. "That boy is their blood, and they hated him for his magic! Why wasn't Albus notified before this year?! The sexual abuse only started this summer, but the physical and emotional date back from early childhood! This is a boy, Severus! A sixteen-year-old BOY!"
Snape got up and moved forward as Hayaka started to sway. He grabbed the man's shoulders and steadied him. The doctor was pale and looked extremely sick with himself.
"This…this is the worst case I've ever seen…" Hayaka reached up to run a hand through his long bangs. "I'm surprised he didn't…turn out homicidal and kill them all…"
"He's too gentle for that," murmured the Potion's Master. Hayaka nodded and leaned his head forward to rest it on the other's shoulder.
"These fits he has…" the doctor said quietly, "I think he both wished and does not wish to remember his past…"
"You think the fits are him warring with himself over remembering or not?"
"Yes. It's…plausible," replied Hayaka. "One will win over, his desire to forget the past or his new desire to know himself…"
"I see," Snape said, letting his eyelids fall half mast. He didn't know which of those choices he would perfer. After all, forgetting could be the boy's true sanctuary…but it could also be his undoing. Harry didn't realize how much danger he was in, war or not.
"I want to help him," the silver haired man murmured. "I want to take it all away from him. I dug too deeply, Severus. I saw…everything…"
"Will you be all right?"
"After some rest, yes…" Hayaka smiled weakly. "I'm almost used to the aftershocks of using my Eyes…The warding makes it manageable…"
"Shall I accompany you?"
"I think the wolf would maul me if you did," chuckled the doctor. Snape gave him a quizzical look. "Oh please, don't tell me you're THAT blind, Severus! Lupin practically marked you with his scent!"
"Excuse me for not possessing the Eyes," muttered Snape in response. Hayaka stared at his face a moment before grinning widely.
"You should just jump him, Sevy-boy," chirped the man. Snape's expression snapped into one of surprised horror that only made Hayaka laugh. "He wouldn't mind, I guarantee it! Oh, the fantasies I just saw when we came in….from both you AND him…Why, it's enough to turn a poor straight boy gay!"
"…You're not already?" retorted Snape. Hayaka punched his arm playfully.
"You wound me! How could you question my straight-as-a-board sexuality?" pouted the doctor after flipping his long hair. Snape rolled his eyes.
"You're about as straight as a damn circle," he replied, already heading for the door with the other man close behind.
"Ppphhhhttt!" Hayaka tossed his head and folded his arms in mock anger. "As if you have room to talk."
Snape smirked at him and walked the man to the front door.
Dinner that night was brought in by Draco. Ron had been so jumpy that evening that Snape forbade him from going to see Harry. The boy was too fragile to let him be ruined by an over worried friend. So, Draco was sent to tend to the boy. He felt quite apprehensive about it. Their last meeting alone had ended badly, after all… Draco scowled. He wouldn't dare let the other boy get to him. Memory or not, Potter was his rival and always had been. Not even Voldemort could take that away from them.
Harry was up went Draco entered the bedroom, propped against the headboard with a knee drawn to his chest. Green eyes settled on him after a moment as Draco set the tray down on his bed.
"Thank you," Harry murmured, shifting to sit cross legged.
"Whatever, Potter," Draco muttered, heading back out. Harry watched before letting out a small word.
"Stay?"
Draco paused and glanced back over his shoulder. The boy on the bed stared at him almost pleadingly, eyes innocent to their past. It was an alarmingly…attractive image, he had to admit. Scowling, Draco stalked back to the bed and settled himself against the footboard. Harry gave him a bright smile and began eating, unknowing of the stare the blonde set upon his shifting mouth.
To accuse Draco Malfoy of finding one Harry Potter exceedingly attractive was to find him guilty. To accuse him of letting that be known was to find oneself quiet dead. So, he internally cursed himself for even imagining anything about those lips doing anything out of the ordinary. Those thoughts would no doubt bring a very telling blush to his skin.
"Did we hate each other?"
So suddenly, and it was out there in the open. Draco jerked his gaze up to Harry's face, searching. However, the other boy was merely curious as he set the food tray on the side table. Draco wondered what he should say to that. Reply yes and risk an innocent fuck, or say no and be a liar. Well, he had no qualms with lying, but…he didn't know if Harry's memory would come back and end up biting him in the ass.
"Yes," he said finally.
"I hated you and you hated me?" continued the other boy. Draco nodded and sat back against the footboard. Harry looked out the window as he thought quietly.
"Why?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "You turned down my friendship and I had too much pride not to hate you for it."
"I'm sorry."
The blonde raised a brow and stared at Harry as the other boy turned to look at him again. The green eyes held a sorrowful glint to them, lost and unhappy.
"Tom hated me too," said the boy. Draco stared at him. "He said I took something valuable away from him, but I apologized and he said it was okay. He kissed me, too, like you did."
"Don't worry about that bastard," Draco growled, eyes flashing. Harry watched him quietly and looked away again.
"…Will all the people that hate me kiss me?"
Gray eyes snapped wide for a moment before the blonde let out a laugh. "Don't be a prat, Potter. That bastard kissed you to manipulate you. I did it…because I wanted to."
Harry blinked. "Wanted to?"
"Well, Potter, incase you haven't noticed, you're the second best looking man at school," Draco said with a lecherous grin and wiggling brows. "Second to me, of course, the Slytherin Sex God."
"Sex God?" Harry laughed and Draco smiled at the pleasant, but seldom heard sound. He'd never thought laughter would sound so much sweeter than angry yells. "Draco, you're so funny…"
"You are so daft," Draco muttered, shifting onto his hands and knees. Harry's laughter caught as the blonde crawled up to him, between the jean clad thighs. Draco paused close to the other's face, smirking. A rose tint filled the emerald eyed boy's cheeks. "That was a come on."
Harry's hands fell to the sheets and tightened over the cloth, eyes impossibly wide. One slim hand of the blonde lifted to cup the other's face, overwhelmingly gentle. For a moment, fear tried to rise up and eat him away, but Harry stubbornly shoved it away. Draco…wouldn't hurt him. Not like Tom. Draco wouldn't. Draco couldn't possess him; he wasn't a ghost. And Ron would protect him too.
The first press of skin to skin sent a shiver down his spine never the less. It was warm and inviting, nothing like the rough way Draco had kissed him before. Testing the waters, seeing what he'd do…
Harry's eyes snapped wide as he jerked his head back, slamming it onto the headboard. His mouth fell open as a scream ripped from his throat, hands thrown out to shove the other boy back. Draco fell off the bed stunned, staring as Harry's back arched to a painful angle and the scream got louder.
The door slammed open as Ron ran inside, his face panicked.
"What the hell did you do to him?!" the redhead cried as he rushed to Harry's side, trying to find the source of the other boy's pain. Harry collapsed flat onto the bed onto arch again and give another sob ridden scream. The boy's muscles were wound tightly enough to rip tendons, skin flaming at the abuse.
Rylia wasn't far behind Ron. She quickly administered a Verifel stunning spell and reduced the disturbed boy to a sleeping lump. Snape and Remus arrived after and sent the boys back to their own rooms so they could tend to Harry themselves.
A/N: Merph...Not much to say about this chap...I rewrote it twice and it still doesn't flow right...oh well..
"Slytherin Sex God" is one of the most cliche phrases used in Harry Potter fanfiction, I swear....so, of course, I had to pay homage to it. Draco IS a sexy beast, after all.