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Draco and Harry spent nearly the entire night making love, and generally being in love. By the time Harry woke up the next day, his entire body was sore in a weird kind of way. Feeling around on the end table for his glasses, Harry put them on and gazed sleepily around the room. Draco's spot next to him on the bed was empty. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Harry rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. He didn't see Draco, but the closet door was closed. He didn't really want to get dressed just yet - he was still wearing Draco's boxers and t-shirt from the night before, and it was a very romantic feeling. Harry yawned deeply, and called for Draco. He heard no response.
"Draco love?" he called again. Nothing.
Harry crossed the room to the closet door, a look of concern on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. He knocked on the door, and called Draco's name again. Harry heard a low, miserable moan.
"Draco? Are you all right?" There was silence for a moment, then another low moan of pain. Harry turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly.
"Can I come in?" he asked, trying to hide his overwhelming concern. There was no response, so Harry pushed the door open the rest of the way.
He immediately saw Draco laying on the floor, curled into a little ball, much like Harry had been when Draco had found him in Knockturn Alley. Rushing over and kneeling next to him, Harry turned Draco over to look at his face. He was holding his stomach and there were tears in his eyes. Harry heard a small popping noise as someone nearby disapparated. He spun around, but saw no one.
"Draco," he whispered desperately, "what is it? Who was here? What did they do to you?"
Instead of answering Harry's steady stream of questions, Draco pulled himself onto his feet and stumbled away from him and out of the closet. Harry, confused and jumping to his feet, followed him.
"Who was here?" he asked again, somewhat annoyed.
Draco stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door in Harry's face. Harry was torn between confusion, anger, and concern. He turned the bathroom doorknob, only to discover it was locked. He banged on the door, now becoming annoyed.
"Draco, what's going on?" he asked, realizing he sounded a bit madder than he intended to. Still, no answer came for a moment. Then, in a voice bordering on silence, Draco whispered through the door.
"I'm fine."
Harry stared at the jet black door and thought briefly about kicking it down. He felt unbelievably helpeless. "Why does it seem like everything always happens to me?" he thought to himself. Harry took a deep breath before he spoke - he didn't want to come off to Draco as angry as he really was.
"Draco?" he asked calmly and slowly.
"I'm fine!" he answered back, not really yelling, but more of a forced reassurance.
"No you're not," Harry said, "let me in, please. Whatever it is, let me help." There was silence again. "Who was here?" Harry tried again.
"No one. I told you, I'm fine. I'm just getting dressed."
Even though it was early in the morning, Harry knew when he had seen Draco in the closet only moments before, he had been fully dressed.
"You are not," he said, trying desperately not to yell. "Just let me help you, the way you helped me."
There was a moment's silence, and then Harry heard the small click as Draco unlocked the door, but didn't open it. He waited for a second, then pushed the door open and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Draco was sitting on the floor, sort of hugging his knees into his chest. Harry knelt onto the floor next to Draco and brushed his thumb against the softness of Draco's cheek. Draco kept looking down, almost refusing to look Harry in the face.
"Who was here, love?" Harry asked quietly, trying desperately to show Draco that he was on his side.
"Mother came home." Draco said.
Suddenly, realization came to Harry's face. Draco had probably awoken before him, and Narcissa had more than likely saw Harry asleep in Draco's bed. He was guessing she had hit him or cursed him in some way. It was quite obvious that Draco didn't want to talk any more, but Harry had one more question.
"Why wouldn't you let me in?"
Still not looking up, Draco replied, "I didn't want you to see me."
Harry felt terrible. "Why?" he asked gently, hooking his finger under Draco's chin and forcing him to look up. Draco still wouldn't look Harry in the eye, and he seemed to be trying desperately not to cry.
"Just didn't." he said. "It's stupid anyway," he continued after a short pause, finally looking Harry in the face. He now had a determined, somewhat angry look on his face. "She's just horrible."
Harry somehow knew how Draco felt - he had never been accepted by his family for who he was either. "Who needs her anyway?" Harry said with a slight grin. He was very relieved to see a similar grin on Draco's face.
"Where's your mother?" he asked.
"Downstairs," Draco said with a sniffle. "we better go. Do you have anywhere we can go?"
A giant smile came across Harry's face, and a feeling of overwhelming happiness came over him. "I sure do," he said, and helped Draco to his feet.
Draco and Harry spent nearly the entire night making love, and generally being in love. By the time Harry woke up the next day, his entire body was sore in a weird kind of way. Feeling around on the end table for his glasses, Harry put them on and gazed sleepily around the room. Draco's spot next to him on the bed was empty. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Harry rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. He didn't see Draco, but the closet door was closed. He didn't really want to get dressed just yet - he was still wearing Draco's boxers and t-shirt from the night before, and it was a very romantic feeling. Harry yawned deeply, and called for Draco. He heard no response.
"Draco love?" he called again. Nothing.
Harry crossed the room to the closet door, a look of concern on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. He knocked on the door, and called Draco's name again. Harry heard a low, miserable moan.
"Draco? Are you all right?" There was silence for a moment, then another low moan of pain. Harry turned the doorknob and opened the door slightly.
"Can I come in?" he asked, trying to hide his overwhelming concern. There was no response, so Harry pushed the door open the rest of the way.
He immediately saw Draco laying on the floor, curled into a little ball, much like Harry had been when Draco had found him in Knockturn Alley. Rushing over and kneeling next to him, Harry turned Draco over to look at his face. He was holding his stomach and there were tears in his eyes. Harry heard a small popping noise as someone nearby disapparated. He spun around, but saw no one.
"Draco," he whispered desperately, "what is it? Who was here? What did they do to you?"
Instead of answering Harry's steady stream of questions, Draco pulled himself onto his feet and stumbled away from him and out of the closet. Harry, confused and jumping to his feet, followed him.
"Who was here?" he asked again, somewhat annoyed.
Draco stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door in Harry's face. Harry was torn between confusion, anger, and concern. He turned the bathroom doorknob, only to discover it was locked. He banged on the door, now becoming annoyed.
"Draco, what's going on?" he asked, realizing he sounded a bit madder than he intended to. Still, no answer came for a moment. Then, in a voice bordering on silence, Draco whispered through the door.
"I'm fine."
Harry stared at the jet black door and thought briefly about kicking it down. He felt unbelievably helpeless. "Why does it seem like everything always happens to me?" he thought to himself. Harry took a deep breath before he spoke - he didn't want to come off to Draco as angry as he really was.
"Draco?" he asked calmly and slowly.
"I'm fine!" he answered back, not really yelling, but more of a forced reassurance.
"No you're not," Harry said, "let me in, please. Whatever it is, let me help." There was silence again. "Who was here?" Harry tried again.
"No one. I told you, I'm fine. I'm just getting dressed."
Even though it was early in the morning, Harry knew when he had seen Draco in the closet only moments before, he had been fully dressed.
"You are not," he said, trying desperately not to yell. "Just let me help you, the way you helped me."
There was a moment's silence, and then Harry heard the small click as Draco unlocked the door, but didn't open it. He waited for a second, then pushed the door open and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Draco was sitting on the floor, sort of hugging his knees into his chest. Harry knelt onto the floor next to Draco and brushed his thumb against the softness of Draco's cheek. Draco kept looking down, almost refusing to look Harry in the face.
"Who was here, love?" Harry asked quietly, trying desperately to show Draco that he was on his side.
"Mother came home." Draco said.
Suddenly, realization came to Harry's face. Draco had probably awoken before him, and Narcissa had more than likely saw Harry asleep in Draco's bed. He was guessing she had hit him or cursed him in some way. It was quite obvious that Draco didn't want to talk any more, but Harry had one more question.
"Why wouldn't you let me in?"
Still not looking up, Draco replied, "I didn't want you to see me."
Harry felt terrible. "Why?" he asked gently, hooking his finger under Draco's chin and forcing him to look up. Draco still wouldn't look Harry in the eye, and he seemed to be trying desperately not to cry.
"Just didn't." he said. "It's stupid anyway," he continued after a short pause, finally looking Harry in the face. He now had a determined, somewhat angry look on his face. "She's just horrible."
Harry somehow knew how Draco felt - he had never been accepted by his family for who he was either. "Who needs her anyway?" Harry said with a slight grin. He was very relieved to see a similar grin on Draco's face.
"Where's your mother?" he asked.
"Downstairs," Draco said with a sniffle. "we better go. Do you have anywhere we can go?"
A giant smile came across Harry's face, and a feeling of overwhelming happiness came over him. "I sure do," he said, and helped Draco to his feet.
