Draco sat and watched all night and most of the morning also, he wanted to
be there when Harry awoke, to if nothing else reassure him that everything
was alright and he was safe.
When the Gryffindor did finally recover a few hours after noon he was slightly more mentally stable than he had been the previous day. His emerald eyes flickered open, wincing from the sunlight and the pain raking though his body.
"How are you feeling?" Draco asked, concern obvious in his tone of voice.
A cute blush now crept up his neck as the memories came flooding back to him in quick succession. "I'm so sorry, I..."
"Harry, I want to help you, but I can't do that if you won't talk to me, something triggered something else in your head, I was so scared when I found you Harry, so many thing's raced through my mind, I meant what I said yesterday."
"You said a lot of things yesterday Draco."
"I love you Harry, I realise your hurting, and after what happened to you who wouldn't be, but to recover you need someone to talk to."
"After what happened to me?"
"I know about the rape Harry, what the Dark Lord did to you, I saw how strong you were."
"How...I never told anyone, not even Dumbledore."
"It was Sev's idea, I used Legilimens, I'm so sorry, I know it was wrong but I had to know what was wrong, I hated not knowing, having so scared to have some close to you, I realise I shouldn't have, can you forgive me?"
"How could you, you should have respected the fact that if I wanted you to know I would have told you. I know you did it to help me but you never considered the fact that I never wanted your help, I was fine until I met you, I want to go home."
"You were not fine Harry, when I found you, you were almost dead, if I hadn't cared enough to bring you here you would be dead, I only tried to help because weather you like it or not you need it and I'm the only person you have to give it t o you. I refuse point blank to take you home because I saw what you did to yourself last night, your not going any where until I am confident that you won't do it again."
"Go fuck yourself Malfoy, you can't keep me here its kidnap, you are keeping me here against my will, I also have a very loud and high pitched scream, if you don't let me go I will use it."
"Sorry Harry, I'm still not letting you go any where."
Harry then opened his mouth and began to scream. Draco removed his wand from his pocket and said. "Silencio" Even though the Gryffindor's mouth was open no sound came out. Completely satisfied with the results he continued talking knowing full well Harry was properly more likely to hate him than love him by the end of this if he kept going like this. "Sorry Harry, really I am but it would give me a headache. I'm not trying to hurt you I love you, but if left to your own devices you tend to get yourself or others hurt."
Harry lay back down, closed his eyes and turned away from the blonde who's heart sank with disappointment. The raven haired man knew his body language hurt Draco more than his words ever would. The Slytherin wanted nothing more than to curl up around him and hold him as Harry began to cry.
Not knowing what to do or what to say any longer Draco left, he himself also close to tears. He had really betrayed Harry by violating his mind without conscious. It was wrong, it was immoral, it was Slytherin.
As he walked the empty corridors of Malfoy manor he came across his godfather having an interesting conversation with a portrait of his great, great grandmother Katherine Malfoy who had also been part veela, something that fortunately hadn't been passed on to him.
"Hey Sev." Draco said moodily. "I was wondering if you could help me?"
"I will of course try but until I know of what you need assistance with."
"Harry, he found out I used that spell, he wanted to leave."
"Did you let him?"
"Of course not, so he screamed that I had abducted him so I had to put a silencing spell on him now he's crying. Merlin I love him so much, I just want to make him happy."
"I know, you see your great, great grandmother, she felt this way towards her mate, the one she was meant to be with for eternity."
"But that was because she was a part veela, I'm not."
"I know but her blood still flows through your veins as it did your father when he saw your mother, even though they never showed it. I believe this is the way your heart has chosen to tell you not to let him go."
"I don't want to, I feel as if I'm holding on as tight as I can but he's struggling to be set free."
"That's it, you're holding on to tightly, loosen your grip."
"But if I do that he'll leave, I'll never see him again."
"Then how about you reach him through his heart."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Think Draco, what has Harry always liked to do but properly hasn't done for years because he lives in a muggle inhabited area."
"Quiditch."
"Exactly, tomorrow when you have both had a chance to calm down take him flying."
"Thank you." Draco said hugging his godfather firmly before running of to his own room to plan what to wear.
When the Gryffindor did finally recover a few hours after noon he was slightly more mentally stable than he had been the previous day. His emerald eyes flickered open, wincing from the sunlight and the pain raking though his body.
"How are you feeling?" Draco asked, concern obvious in his tone of voice.
A cute blush now crept up his neck as the memories came flooding back to him in quick succession. "I'm so sorry, I..."
"Harry, I want to help you, but I can't do that if you won't talk to me, something triggered something else in your head, I was so scared when I found you Harry, so many thing's raced through my mind, I meant what I said yesterday."
"You said a lot of things yesterday Draco."
"I love you Harry, I realise your hurting, and after what happened to you who wouldn't be, but to recover you need someone to talk to."
"After what happened to me?"
"I know about the rape Harry, what the Dark Lord did to you, I saw how strong you were."
"How...I never told anyone, not even Dumbledore."
"It was Sev's idea, I used Legilimens, I'm so sorry, I know it was wrong but I had to know what was wrong, I hated not knowing, having so scared to have some close to you, I realise I shouldn't have, can you forgive me?"
"How could you, you should have respected the fact that if I wanted you to know I would have told you. I know you did it to help me but you never considered the fact that I never wanted your help, I was fine until I met you, I want to go home."
"You were not fine Harry, when I found you, you were almost dead, if I hadn't cared enough to bring you here you would be dead, I only tried to help because weather you like it or not you need it and I'm the only person you have to give it t o you. I refuse point blank to take you home because I saw what you did to yourself last night, your not going any where until I am confident that you won't do it again."
"Go fuck yourself Malfoy, you can't keep me here its kidnap, you are keeping me here against my will, I also have a very loud and high pitched scream, if you don't let me go I will use it."
"Sorry Harry, I'm still not letting you go any where."
Harry then opened his mouth and began to scream. Draco removed his wand from his pocket and said. "Silencio" Even though the Gryffindor's mouth was open no sound came out. Completely satisfied with the results he continued talking knowing full well Harry was properly more likely to hate him than love him by the end of this if he kept going like this. "Sorry Harry, really I am but it would give me a headache. I'm not trying to hurt you I love you, but if left to your own devices you tend to get yourself or others hurt."
Harry lay back down, closed his eyes and turned away from the blonde who's heart sank with disappointment. The raven haired man knew his body language hurt Draco more than his words ever would. The Slytherin wanted nothing more than to curl up around him and hold him as Harry began to cry.
Not knowing what to do or what to say any longer Draco left, he himself also close to tears. He had really betrayed Harry by violating his mind without conscious. It was wrong, it was immoral, it was Slytherin.
As he walked the empty corridors of Malfoy manor he came across his godfather having an interesting conversation with a portrait of his great, great grandmother Katherine Malfoy who had also been part veela, something that fortunately hadn't been passed on to him.
"Hey Sev." Draco said moodily. "I was wondering if you could help me?"
"I will of course try but until I know of what you need assistance with."
"Harry, he found out I used that spell, he wanted to leave."
"Did you let him?"
"Of course not, so he screamed that I had abducted him so I had to put a silencing spell on him now he's crying. Merlin I love him so much, I just want to make him happy."
"I know, you see your great, great grandmother, she felt this way towards her mate, the one she was meant to be with for eternity."
"But that was because she was a part veela, I'm not."
"I know but her blood still flows through your veins as it did your father when he saw your mother, even though they never showed it. I believe this is the way your heart has chosen to tell you not to let him go."
"I don't want to, I feel as if I'm holding on as tight as I can but he's struggling to be set free."
"That's it, you're holding on to tightly, loosen your grip."
"But if I do that he'll leave, I'll never see him again."
"Then how about you reach him through his heart."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Think Draco, what has Harry always liked to do but properly hasn't done for years because he lives in a muggle inhabited area."
"Quiditch."
"Exactly, tomorrow when you have both had a chance to calm down take him flying."
"Thank you." Draco said hugging his godfather firmly before running of to his own room to plan what to wear.