"But Harry no one has had any luck waking him, not even with the ennervate
charm, you maybe the only one who let him live again."
"Do you know why I left him Mione?" The woman shook her head. "I saw him with my own eyes kissing Zambini. His old boyfriend if I remember correctly."
"Whom he left for you, and any way why would he do that, I understand why Blaise would but I was speaking with Draco two days before you broke up."
"Why?" Harry interrupted.
"He didn't want me to say, but I guess if it helps him get better...he wanted to marry you Harry, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you."
Flashback
Draco had to go straight home after the film even though he'd wanted to walk Harry home; he couldn't risk his father noticing his absence.
Petunia was in the kitchen with Dudley preparing dinner. Harry, not wanting to have his 'family' ruin his exceptionally good mood went up to his room. However when he got there, there was already someone waiting for him and it wasn't Draco.
Harry stared at his Uncle whose face was going more and more purple the longer they stood in silence.
Even though no words were spoken, the silence was broken by a sharp crack and a thud as Harry hit the floor his nose bleeding heavily from the force Vernon had hit him.
"Get up you freak." He bellowed grabbing Harry by the hair and throwing him into the wall with an ungraceful crack.
"Stop." Harry whimpered. "Please."
Vernon laughed a cruel and unmistakably evil laugh. "And why would I do that?"
"Please." Harry begged.
"I don't think so, you're a queer freak that needs to be taught a lesson."
Vernon Dursley's 'lesson' lasted what seemed like hours to Harry who when it was finished had a fractured wrist, numerous bruised or cracked ribs, a busted lip and a black eye. Not to mention the other bruises that covered his body.
Harry lay in his damp, smelly room tears trickling down his bruised cheeks. "Draco." He whispered into the night. "Where are you?"
End Flashback
"Do you know why I left him Mione?" The woman shook her head. "I saw him with my own eyes kissing Zambini. His old boyfriend if I remember correctly."
"Whom he left for you, and any way why would he do that, I understand why Blaise would but I was speaking with Draco two days before you broke up."
"Why?" Harry interrupted.
"He didn't want me to say, but I guess if it helps him get better...he wanted to marry you Harry, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you."
Flashback
Draco had to go straight home after the film even though he'd wanted to walk Harry home; he couldn't risk his father noticing his absence.
Petunia was in the kitchen with Dudley preparing dinner. Harry, not wanting to have his 'family' ruin his exceptionally good mood went up to his room. However when he got there, there was already someone waiting for him and it wasn't Draco.
Harry stared at his Uncle whose face was going more and more purple the longer they stood in silence.
Even though no words were spoken, the silence was broken by a sharp crack and a thud as Harry hit the floor his nose bleeding heavily from the force Vernon had hit him.
"Get up you freak." He bellowed grabbing Harry by the hair and throwing him into the wall with an ungraceful crack.
"Stop." Harry whimpered. "Please."
Vernon laughed a cruel and unmistakably evil laugh. "And why would I do that?"
"Please." Harry begged.
"I don't think so, you're a queer freak that needs to be taught a lesson."
Vernon Dursley's 'lesson' lasted what seemed like hours to Harry who when it was finished had a fractured wrist, numerous bruised or cracked ribs, a busted lip and a black eye. Not to mention the other bruises that covered his body.
Harry lay in his damp, smelly room tears trickling down his bruised cheeks. "Draco." He whispered into the night. "Where are you?"
End Flashback