A/N: 'Ello. I'm back. I'm sorry. Can you find it in your hearts to forgive
me? Well if you can't... tough. I'm staying.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. I'm still sulking. It's a horrible world.
Thank You's: There are no thank you's. No one reviewed. (Sobs) All well the first chapter was sucky. They always are.
Warnings: You people should read the first chapter more carefully.
Summary: Please see 'Warnings'.
Inside their bones
Friends and Family
"Harry James Potter!" Lily yelled up the stairs to her only son, who was seventeen years old, "Get your lazy bones out of bed."
Harry rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head. If he ignored her maybe she would go away. No such luck. He heard his mother stomping up the stairs. Harry groaned long and loud. Lily came into his room shaking the bed as much as she could as she climbed on the bed to yank the blankets off Harry's head.
"Rise and shine, Sunlight" She said in a baby voice.
"Ten more minutes." Harry grumbled turning over to escape the light.
"No." Lily said throwing clothes at Harry.
"Mum, it's early!"
Lily rolled Harry over. Looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Does this look like the face of a mother who cares?"
"If I say 'no' will you let me sleep twenty more minutes?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Hmm, no," Lily said, "Get up and get dressed."
Harry finally got up and dressed into his usual, green shirt and black jeans, with his black boots. He walked downstairs into the kitchen and said grumpily, "Who is it that's coming over to make me have to get out of bed so damn early?"
"Watch your language!" Lily said crossly.
"Sorry. Who's coming over?" Harry asked politely.
"Friends and family." answered James, Harry's father.
"Whose friends and whose family?" Harry inquired.
Sirius walked in then and answered for everyone in the room, "Well everyone's friends and no matter whose family they are going to be related to you somehow. So it really doesn't matter does it?"
"You think you're a funny little bugger don't you?" Harry asked Sirius.
Sirius laughed a quick bark like laugh.
Remus walked in then, carrying their daughter, Marie.
Marie was an eighteen month old and was actually the spawn of Lily who had been a surrogate mother to the lovers when Harry was fifteen. Before the wizarding society found that given certain dates or certain potions male wizards could give birth.
Remus poked Sirius in the ribs, which made Sirius stop fumbling on whatever he was doing, Harry didn't care, and go to the car and carried a few things in.
Lily went over to Marie and took her in her arms saying something about cutest babies in the world.
"Honestly, I don't know what you see in him." Harry said.
"He is cute." Remus whined.
"I have to agree with you there." Harry agreed.
"Harry don't you go fishing for older men." James said.
The immediate family and the two men knew that Harry was homosexual, and it had been a running joke that Harry and Sirius would run off together. But everyone knew that was a load of bull.
Lily was smothering Marie with kisses when Harry decided to rescue the poor child.
"Mum. Let me see her."
Lily reluctantly gave Marie over to Harry. Harry smiled at Marie and started bouncing her around on his knee.
"Who else is coming?" Harry asked
"Let's see, Aurther and his family, umm, the Grangers'," The Grangers', all though not a magical family, their daughter, Hermione, was a witch and had become good friends of the family. "Narssy said she might come..." Lily was interrupted by Harry asking, "Is her son with her? Did she get custody of him?"
Narssica Black was a young woman, about 31 years old, who had been forced to marry off to Lucious Malfoy when she was fifteen. She had been forced to produce an heir and when Draco, her son, was born Lucious took to abusing her. Later in years he wanted another heir. So when Narssica became pregnant, instead of hitting Narssica, Lucious hit Draco. And that was the end of their marriage. He could've hit her all he wanted, but he could not touch her baby boy and he would not touch her unborn child.
"Yes."
Harry sighed, "There is a God. Who else?"
"Well, your grandparents, both sides. Oh! Also, Luna and her father are coming. I think that concludes it."
"Wow. That's a lot of people. You're cooking a lot of food."
Lily smiled, "I know."
The doorbell rang and Harry went to get it with Marie in his arms leaving the adults to talk amongst themselves.
It was Hermione and her parents.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged Harry tightly but carefully so as not to crush Marie.
"Hermione, doll, the poor boy needs to breath."
Harry laughed and Hermione said, "Oh, he doesn't need to breath."
Hermione's parents headed towards the kitchen where Harry could hear his mother practically yell, "Anita, Harmon! You said you wouldn't be here until three!"
Hermione laughed and Harry shook his head.
They went into the second living room knowing the adults would congregate to the main living room. Harry was about to sit down when the doorbell rang again.
"I'll be right back," he said handing Marie to Hermione.
She said, "Okay."
Harry opened the door. And the Weasley clan stepped through the door. Each of them shaking Harry's hand. Either that, or they were hugging him. The older Weasleys' went to the kitchen and Ron and Ginny followed Harry to the second living room.
When Harry had just sat down the doorbell rang, again.
Harry excused himself and went to answer the door.
"Grandma, Grandpa, you found us."
It was Lily's parents. They hugged Harry and his Grandmother said, "Sorry, Harry, dear, you didn't hide well enough.
Harry snapped his fingers and pretended to be disappointed. His grandparents laughed and Harry showed them to the main living room where the adults now were.
He started heading over to second living room when the doorbell rang again. He turned to answer the door.
"Hello. How are you, Harry?" Luna asked in a far off voice.
"Fine, Luna. And yourself?"
"Just dandy."
Mr. Lovegood shook Harry's hand and Harry showed Mr. Lovegood to main living room. And took Luna to the second living room, when the doorbell rang yet again.
Harry grumbled and answered the door again. It was his other grandparents. They were proper so his Grandmother kissed both his cheeks. And his Grandfather shook his hand. Harry showed them where the adults were and went to stand by the door.
For five minutes he stood there. The doorbell didn't ring, so Harry went to the second living room. He sat down on the floor and then the doorbell rang.
"The ruddy thing hates me!" Harry fumed. The rest of them laughed as Harry left to go get the door once more.
"Hello," Harry said with his eyes closed, pretending to be polite.
"Hi Harry," said a weak voice.
Harry immediately opened his eyes, and went into polite, happy, and concerned mode as he helped an eight month pregnant Narssica into the house. He turned around to see Draco walk past him into the second living room. Harry looked shocked for a moment, that was not the Draco he knew that had just walked by him. He tried to see if he could sense him, until Narssica said, "Forgive him, Harry. He's been through a lot."
Harry nodded and helped the small woman into the house. He started to lead her to the living room when she said, "I know the way, Harry. You can go visit with your friends."
Harry smiled and hugged Narssica before heading to the second living room. When he entered he said, "If that ruddy thing rings again, I'm going to smash it in."
Everyone laughed, except Draco. Which Harry noticed and tried to get a track on him.
"So, how's everyone been?" Harry asked. Pushing Draco to the back of his mind.
"Russia was a nightmare!" Hermione exclaimed, "I was nearly mugged. My mother and father fought constantly! And to top it all off my relatives weren't even there!"
"Oh no! You haven't seen my mother and her sister together! I thought the house would fall down. At least you got to see a new country. I lived in a battlefield for a month and a half," Ron whined.
"It couldn't have been that bad," Luna stated.
"No, Luna, my mother and her sister... together, not a good thing," Ginny argued.
"How's the 'Quibbler', Lun?" Hermione asked Luna, referring to the magazine company Luna's father owned himself.
"Oh, he hasn't had a good story in a while. It's sort of odd. There are all sorts of stories to be told. Just none of them seem to capture the eye as they used to."
"That's too bad. What about you, Draco?" Harry asked.
Draco glared at him and said quietly, "Great. I'll be back in a few." Draco stood up, then soundlessly and quickly exited the room.
"What's up with him?" Ron asked.
Harry stayed silent, not wanting to hurt Draco by selling his secret. No one answered for a couple seconds, and then Hermione piped up.
"I don't know." Hermione answered looking directly at Harry. That's how Harry knew he was in trouble. Hermione knew Harry could've answered that point blank by the look Harry knew he had projected.
Ginny looked at her and read Hermione's features, she gathered all the information needed and motioned for Harry to follow Draco.
Harry excused himself. He exited the room and looked around. Draco was nowhere to be seen. He closed his eyes and strained his ears. That was one thing Harry loved about his house... The noises echoed.
He could hear his mother, Narssica, and Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, talking about Ginny having to be careful around Dean. He could hear the adults laughing at something James had said. From behind him he could hear Ron badgering the girls to tell him what was with Harry and Draco. And to his left he heard a small noise, yet it had deafening powers.
Harry followed its trail. Twisting throughout hallways until he came to a spare room with its door locked. He took out the lock pick knife Sirius had given him when he was fourteen and picked the lock quickly.
Harry opened the door quietly and entered the room. He looked around the room and stood horrified for minutes on end. Draco was sitting in a corner, back to him, dirty and clean bandages around him, with his shirt off, trying to apply some peroxide, which he had obviously gotten from the bathroom, on some cuts on his right shoulder, and lower back.
The cuts looked deep and by the way the bandages showed that blood had tricked passed the end and ran down his back showed they had been applied quickly and messily.
'Bloody hell', Harry thought in panic.
Draco sensed Harry's thoughts and turned around quickly.
Draco and Harry, ever since they had known each other, had had some sort of telepathic connection. They couldn't read each other's mind, but they could sense thoughts, emotions, and feeling. It sometimes carried them into trouble and other times helped in ways no one would believe.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked worriedly looking from Harry to the empty doorway.
Harry sensed Draco's nervousness and closed the door. Draco didn't seem relieved.
"When did this happen?" Harry demanded.
"Sometime that isn't now," Draco said not meeting Harry's hard stare.
"Very funny. When?" Harry demanded again.
Draco was pulling back and closing his mind to Harry. Harry felt hurt at this. Draco hadn't done this since Lucious had started abusing Draco.
Suddenly the gears and levers started spinning.
"Draco, does your mother have full custody of you?" Harry asked.
Draco looked at Harry long and hard, then did a sort of half smile.
"Your mum can't keep anything in. Can she?"
"It would've gotten out sooner or later... That your parents divorced."
Draco scoffed, "Such a nasty word. This never would've happened if my mum had turned Lucious in as a Death Eater. We never would've had to take such..."
Draco cut off his sentence knowing Harry knew the end. And Harry did. Harry walked over to the corner Draco was in. He grabbed the peroxide and the nearest cloth, which was Draco's shirt. He poured some peroxide on the shirt and pressed it to one the cuts on Draco's shoulder. Draco made a whimper, much like Harry heard when he was in the hallway.
Harry took one of the clean bandages and pressed it to the cut while he taped it down.
"When did Lucious do this to you?" Harry asked gently, knowing no one else would do this to Draco.
"This morning, while I was packing my belongings." Draco said quietly, "He snuck in behind me with a knife and just let at me."
Harry stayed silent, applying more peroxide to the cuts, as Draco tried to ignore the pain igniting from his cuts.
Finally when Harry was finished Draco stood up and Harry saw that Draco also had a cut on his stomach. It was from, at least, a week ago, Harry could tell, but it looked pretty bad.
"Follow me." Harry demanded.
Draco did as told and followed Harry out of the room through a series of hallways into Harry's room.
Before Draco could question what was going on Harry demanded him to lie down. Again Draco did as told and lay down on Harry's bed.
Harry went over to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He took out a jade green jar and opened it up. He went over to where Draco was lying and poured the contents into his hand.
Harry looked at Draco and said, "This will be both cold and painful."
Harry gently put his hand down on Draco's stomach and rubbed the substance into Draco's skin.
Draco hissed in pain. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled it away from his stomach.
Harry rubbed the substance off on Draco's shirt, which they had brought with them, and started to smooth in the substance. Draco wiggled underneath his touch and giggled a little. Harry put his hand on Draco's chest, and laughed out to Draco, "Stop moving, you silly git."
Draco grabbed Harry's hands and moved them a little. Harry moved his hands to either side of Draco's head. Harry looked into Draco's still laughing eyes, he didn't know what was happening, but all of the sudden Harry just wanted to kiss Draco. He looked at Draco long and hard and started to lean in. Draco looked at Harry, smiling lightly, and then Draco closed the gap between them. Brushing their lips together slightly.
They stopped for a moment, asking, with their eyes, whether the other was comfortable with the other doing this. Harry knew he was fine. He knew he was about as straight as a circle, but he wasn't sure about Draco. He didn't even know how long he'd liked Draco.
But nonetheless, Harry was answered by Draco's hands running through his hair, making it even more unruly than it was, and then Draco grabbed the back of Harry's head, pulling his head down, and bringing their lips together.
Draco ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, Harry opened his mouth, and Draco slid his tongue into Harry's mouth, exploring every possible corner of Harry's mouth. Harry moaned in delight as Draco's tongue touched the left corner under his tongue. Draco did the motion again and Harry repeated his reaction. Draco made a mental note to do this often, but not too often.
They broke apart in need of air. Harry looked at Draco and then they heard a gasp from the doorway. They looked over to see Hermione. She didn't look shocked; she looked triumphant. She ran out quickly saying, "I win," and, "Ginny and Luna are going to be so happy."
Harry looked at Draco and asked, "Care if anyone finds out?"
Draco laughed a little and replied, "It's a little late now."
"No. I'm pretty sure I could catch up with her. She doesn't run that fast."
Draco laughed again. Saying, "If I know Hermione, she won't tell anyone until the say so."
"You're right. She won't."
Harry started getting up, but Draco pulled him back down, and kissed him again lightly.
Then Harry looked down at the cut on Draco's stomach. It looked much better than it had. Harry put the lid on the jade green jar and put it back in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
"What was that?" Draco asked.
"Small healing remedy my mum taught me. Since I'm always getting hurt in some way or the other."
"Oh. Hey, I need a shirt." Draco said. Bringing the fact that he was still shirtless back to Harry.
"Aw... I rather like him shirtless," Harry said to himself, opening the second drawer of his dresser and handing Draco a shirt.
Draco overheard and laughed at Harry's comment and responded to him, "Look, Mr. Potter, I am not an easy guy. No matter what the rumors are."
It was Harry's turn to laugh now.
Draco put on Harry's shirt, which happened to look exactly like the one Draco wore earlier. It was a tad bit bigger.
They exited Harry's room, every once and a while stopped to have a kiss or seven. They entered the second living room right when Ron yelled, "Why can't the world let ME know what the hell happens?"
"Well, did you ask politely?" Harry asked as Draco sat down an empty chair and Harry sat in front of him on the floor.
"Harry! When did you get here?" Ron asked.
"Two seconds ago. What's going on?" Harry inquired.
"We won't tell Ron what's going on." Hermione said pointing between herself, Luna, and Ginny, but looking back and forth between Harry and Draco.
Harry looked at Draco and he nodded.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron demanded.
"Ron... I'm a... umm... a..." Harry started, trying to figure the words to break it gently, "Well, Ron you know how I stopped dating women in fifth year? The specific reason was because I rock a different way from the tree when it comes to sexuality. It wasn't because I thought girls were over emotional," At which point Luna, being the last person he dated, yelled, " Hey!" But Harry continued, ignoring Luna in the process, "But anyway, Draco is the same way"
Ron looked at them all and then said, "Oh." It was clear it hadn't sunk in yet, but in three... two...one, "Oh!" He said again, the dawning seen clearly on his face. He looked back and forth between Harry and Draco, then to Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.
"You three had a bet on this?" Ron asked incredulously.
"You what?" Draco practically echoed.
"How did you even know Draco and I were homosexual?" Harry inquired.
"Oh, please, Harry. It was evident in the way you were you. And don't think we haven't noticed you two staring at each other from afar." Ginny said.
"Did I do that?" Harry asked, Draco echoed, "Did he do that?" pretending he had never done any thing of the sort, Harry continued, "I didn't even realize I liked Draco until five minutes ago."
"You didn't? Wow, you did some obsessive staring for some one who didn't know they lo-like some one." Hermione stuttered.
Harry gave her a curious look, but he knew Hermione could hide things too well for him.
"You three had a bet on this?" Draco restated.
"Uh, well, yeah. Small thing." Luna said shyly.
"What did you bet for?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked around the room, then at Harry, "Ten galleons."
"Excuse me?" Draco gawked (A/N: I love that word, it's so funny)
"Ten galleons?" Harry asked, "You bet so little on me? Oh, I can't believe it. I- wha- No! I'm leaving."
Harry got up and stormed out of the room.
Draco looked after him and Luna said, "Harry doesn't usually over react that way."
Just then Harry popped back in and scowled at all of them, then he smiled.
"You think I would over react that much over a ten galleon bet?" He asked.
They all laughed and Ginny said, "For a moment, no, never."
They laughed again enjoying the rest of the day. They couldn't wait till school started. They would have so much fun. And for Harry that was all he wanted, considering his life was limited.
A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Please RR. Love you guys.
D. o. t. S.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. I'm still sulking. It's a horrible world.
Thank You's: There are no thank you's. No one reviewed. (Sobs) All well the first chapter was sucky. They always are.
Warnings: You people should read the first chapter more carefully.
Summary: Please see 'Warnings'.
Inside their bones
Friends and Family
"Harry James Potter!" Lily yelled up the stairs to her only son, who was seventeen years old, "Get your lazy bones out of bed."
Harry rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head. If he ignored her maybe she would go away. No such luck. He heard his mother stomping up the stairs. Harry groaned long and loud. Lily came into his room shaking the bed as much as she could as she climbed on the bed to yank the blankets off Harry's head.
"Rise and shine, Sunlight" She said in a baby voice.
"Ten more minutes." Harry grumbled turning over to escape the light.
"No." Lily said throwing clothes at Harry.
"Mum, it's early!"
Lily rolled Harry over. Looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Does this look like the face of a mother who cares?"
"If I say 'no' will you let me sleep twenty more minutes?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Hmm, no," Lily said, "Get up and get dressed."
Harry finally got up and dressed into his usual, green shirt and black jeans, with his black boots. He walked downstairs into the kitchen and said grumpily, "Who is it that's coming over to make me have to get out of bed so damn early?"
"Watch your language!" Lily said crossly.
"Sorry. Who's coming over?" Harry asked politely.
"Friends and family." answered James, Harry's father.
"Whose friends and whose family?" Harry inquired.
Sirius walked in then and answered for everyone in the room, "Well everyone's friends and no matter whose family they are going to be related to you somehow. So it really doesn't matter does it?"
"You think you're a funny little bugger don't you?" Harry asked Sirius.
Sirius laughed a quick bark like laugh.
Remus walked in then, carrying their daughter, Marie.
Marie was an eighteen month old and was actually the spawn of Lily who had been a surrogate mother to the lovers when Harry was fifteen. Before the wizarding society found that given certain dates or certain potions male wizards could give birth.
Remus poked Sirius in the ribs, which made Sirius stop fumbling on whatever he was doing, Harry didn't care, and go to the car and carried a few things in.
Lily went over to Marie and took her in her arms saying something about cutest babies in the world.
"Honestly, I don't know what you see in him." Harry said.
"He is cute." Remus whined.
"I have to agree with you there." Harry agreed.
"Harry don't you go fishing for older men." James said.
The immediate family and the two men knew that Harry was homosexual, and it had been a running joke that Harry and Sirius would run off together. But everyone knew that was a load of bull.
Lily was smothering Marie with kisses when Harry decided to rescue the poor child.
"Mum. Let me see her."
Lily reluctantly gave Marie over to Harry. Harry smiled at Marie and started bouncing her around on his knee.
"Who else is coming?" Harry asked
"Let's see, Aurther and his family, umm, the Grangers'," The Grangers', all though not a magical family, their daughter, Hermione, was a witch and had become good friends of the family. "Narssy said she might come..." Lily was interrupted by Harry asking, "Is her son with her? Did she get custody of him?"
Narssica Black was a young woman, about 31 years old, who had been forced to marry off to Lucious Malfoy when she was fifteen. She had been forced to produce an heir and when Draco, her son, was born Lucious took to abusing her. Later in years he wanted another heir. So when Narssica became pregnant, instead of hitting Narssica, Lucious hit Draco. And that was the end of their marriage. He could've hit her all he wanted, but he could not touch her baby boy and he would not touch her unborn child.
"Yes."
Harry sighed, "There is a God. Who else?"
"Well, your grandparents, both sides. Oh! Also, Luna and her father are coming. I think that concludes it."
"Wow. That's a lot of people. You're cooking a lot of food."
Lily smiled, "I know."
The doorbell rang and Harry went to get it with Marie in his arms leaving the adults to talk amongst themselves.
It was Hermione and her parents.
"Harry!" Hermione squealed and hugged Harry tightly but carefully so as not to crush Marie.
"Hermione, doll, the poor boy needs to breath."
Harry laughed and Hermione said, "Oh, he doesn't need to breath."
Hermione's parents headed towards the kitchen where Harry could hear his mother practically yell, "Anita, Harmon! You said you wouldn't be here until three!"
Hermione laughed and Harry shook his head.
They went into the second living room knowing the adults would congregate to the main living room. Harry was about to sit down when the doorbell rang again.
"I'll be right back," he said handing Marie to Hermione.
She said, "Okay."
Harry opened the door. And the Weasley clan stepped through the door. Each of them shaking Harry's hand. Either that, or they were hugging him. The older Weasleys' went to the kitchen and Ron and Ginny followed Harry to the second living room.
When Harry had just sat down the doorbell rang, again.
Harry excused himself and went to answer the door.
"Grandma, Grandpa, you found us."
It was Lily's parents. They hugged Harry and his Grandmother said, "Sorry, Harry, dear, you didn't hide well enough.
Harry snapped his fingers and pretended to be disappointed. His grandparents laughed and Harry showed them to the main living room where the adults now were.
He started heading over to second living room when the doorbell rang again. He turned to answer the door.
"Hello. How are you, Harry?" Luna asked in a far off voice.
"Fine, Luna. And yourself?"
"Just dandy."
Mr. Lovegood shook Harry's hand and Harry showed Mr. Lovegood to main living room. And took Luna to the second living room, when the doorbell rang yet again.
Harry grumbled and answered the door again. It was his other grandparents. They were proper so his Grandmother kissed both his cheeks. And his Grandfather shook his hand. Harry showed them where the adults were and went to stand by the door.
For five minutes he stood there. The doorbell didn't ring, so Harry went to the second living room. He sat down on the floor and then the doorbell rang.
"The ruddy thing hates me!" Harry fumed. The rest of them laughed as Harry left to go get the door once more.
"Hello," Harry said with his eyes closed, pretending to be polite.
"Hi Harry," said a weak voice.
Harry immediately opened his eyes, and went into polite, happy, and concerned mode as he helped an eight month pregnant Narssica into the house. He turned around to see Draco walk past him into the second living room. Harry looked shocked for a moment, that was not the Draco he knew that had just walked by him. He tried to see if he could sense him, until Narssica said, "Forgive him, Harry. He's been through a lot."
Harry nodded and helped the small woman into the house. He started to lead her to the living room when she said, "I know the way, Harry. You can go visit with your friends."
Harry smiled and hugged Narssica before heading to the second living room. When he entered he said, "If that ruddy thing rings again, I'm going to smash it in."
Everyone laughed, except Draco. Which Harry noticed and tried to get a track on him.
"So, how's everyone been?" Harry asked. Pushing Draco to the back of his mind.
"Russia was a nightmare!" Hermione exclaimed, "I was nearly mugged. My mother and father fought constantly! And to top it all off my relatives weren't even there!"
"Oh no! You haven't seen my mother and her sister together! I thought the house would fall down. At least you got to see a new country. I lived in a battlefield for a month and a half," Ron whined.
"It couldn't have been that bad," Luna stated.
"No, Luna, my mother and her sister... together, not a good thing," Ginny argued.
"How's the 'Quibbler', Lun?" Hermione asked Luna, referring to the magazine company Luna's father owned himself.
"Oh, he hasn't had a good story in a while. It's sort of odd. There are all sorts of stories to be told. Just none of them seem to capture the eye as they used to."
"That's too bad. What about you, Draco?" Harry asked.
Draco glared at him and said quietly, "Great. I'll be back in a few." Draco stood up, then soundlessly and quickly exited the room.
"What's up with him?" Ron asked.
Harry stayed silent, not wanting to hurt Draco by selling his secret. No one answered for a couple seconds, and then Hermione piped up.
"I don't know." Hermione answered looking directly at Harry. That's how Harry knew he was in trouble. Hermione knew Harry could've answered that point blank by the look Harry knew he had projected.
Ginny looked at her and read Hermione's features, she gathered all the information needed and motioned for Harry to follow Draco.
Harry excused himself. He exited the room and looked around. Draco was nowhere to be seen. He closed his eyes and strained his ears. That was one thing Harry loved about his house... The noises echoed.
He could hear his mother, Narssica, and Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, talking about Ginny having to be careful around Dean. He could hear the adults laughing at something James had said. From behind him he could hear Ron badgering the girls to tell him what was with Harry and Draco. And to his left he heard a small noise, yet it had deafening powers.
Harry followed its trail. Twisting throughout hallways until he came to a spare room with its door locked. He took out the lock pick knife Sirius had given him when he was fourteen and picked the lock quickly.
Harry opened the door quietly and entered the room. He looked around the room and stood horrified for minutes on end. Draco was sitting in a corner, back to him, dirty and clean bandages around him, with his shirt off, trying to apply some peroxide, which he had obviously gotten from the bathroom, on some cuts on his right shoulder, and lower back.
The cuts looked deep and by the way the bandages showed that blood had tricked passed the end and ran down his back showed they had been applied quickly and messily.
'Bloody hell', Harry thought in panic.
Draco sensed Harry's thoughts and turned around quickly.
Draco and Harry, ever since they had known each other, had had some sort of telepathic connection. They couldn't read each other's mind, but they could sense thoughts, emotions, and feeling. It sometimes carried them into trouble and other times helped in ways no one would believe.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked worriedly looking from Harry to the empty doorway.
Harry sensed Draco's nervousness and closed the door. Draco didn't seem relieved.
"When did this happen?" Harry demanded.
"Sometime that isn't now," Draco said not meeting Harry's hard stare.
"Very funny. When?" Harry demanded again.
Draco was pulling back and closing his mind to Harry. Harry felt hurt at this. Draco hadn't done this since Lucious had started abusing Draco.
Suddenly the gears and levers started spinning.
"Draco, does your mother have full custody of you?" Harry asked.
Draco looked at Harry long and hard, then did a sort of half smile.
"Your mum can't keep anything in. Can she?"
"It would've gotten out sooner or later... That your parents divorced."
Draco scoffed, "Such a nasty word. This never would've happened if my mum had turned Lucious in as a Death Eater. We never would've had to take such..."
Draco cut off his sentence knowing Harry knew the end. And Harry did. Harry walked over to the corner Draco was in. He grabbed the peroxide and the nearest cloth, which was Draco's shirt. He poured some peroxide on the shirt and pressed it to one the cuts on Draco's shoulder. Draco made a whimper, much like Harry heard when he was in the hallway.
Harry took one of the clean bandages and pressed it to the cut while he taped it down.
"When did Lucious do this to you?" Harry asked gently, knowing no one else would do this to Draco.
"This morning, while I was packing my belongings." Draco said quietly, "He snuck in behind me with a knife and just let at me."
Harry stayed silent, applying more peroxide to the cuts, as Draco tried to ignore the pain igniting from his cuts.
Finally when Harry was finished Draco stood up and Harry saw that Draco also had a cut on his stomach. It was from, at least, a week ago, Harry could tell, but it looked pretty bad.
"Follow me." Harry demanded.
Draco did as told and followed Harry out of the room through a series of hallways into Harry's room.
Before Draco could question what was going on Harry demanded him to lie down. Again Draco did as told and lay down on Harry's bed.
Harry went over to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. He took out a jade green jar and opened it up. He went over to where Draco was lying and poured the contents into his hand.
Harry looked at Draco and said, "This will be both cold and painful."
Harry gently put his hand down on Draco's stomach and rubbed the substance into Draco's skin.
Draco hissed in pain. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled it away from his stomach.
Harry rubbed the substance off on Draco's shirt, which they had brought with them, and started to smooth in the substance. Draco wiggled underneath his touch and giggled a little. Harry put his hand on Draco's chest, and laughed out to Draco, "Stop moving, you silly git."
Draco grabbed Harry's hands and moved them a little. Harry moved his hands to either side of Draco's head. Harry looked into Draco's still laughing eyes, he didn't know what was happening, but all of the sudden Harry just wanted to kiss Draco. He looked at Draco long and hard and started to lean in. Draco looked at Harry, smiling lightly, and then Draco closed the gap between them. Brushing their lips together slightly.
They stopped for a moment, asking, with their eyes, whether the other was comfortable with the other doing this. Harry knew he was fine. He knew he was about as straight as a circle, but he wasn't sure about Draco. He didn't even know how long he'd liked Draco.
But nonetheless, Harry was answered by Draco's hands running through his hair, making it even more unruly than it was, and then Draco grabbed the back of Harry's head, pulling his head down, and bringing their lips together.
Draco ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, Harry opened his mouth, and Draco slid his tongue into Harry's mouth, exploring every possible corner of Harry's mouth. Harry moaned in delight as Draco's tongue touched the left corner under his tongue. Draco did the motion again and Harry repeated his reaction. Draco made a mental note to do this often, but not too often.
They broke apart in need of air. Harry looked at Draco and then they heard a gasp from the doorway. They looked over to see Hermione. She didn't look shocked; she looked triumphant. She ran out quickly saying, "I win," and, "Ginny and Luna are going to be so happy."
Harry looked at Draco and asked, "Care if anyone finds out?"
Draco laughed a little and replied, "It's a little late now."
"No. I'm pretty sure I could catch up with her. She doesn't run that fast."
Draco laughed again. Saying, "If I know Hermione, she won't tell anyone until the say so."
"You're right. She won't."
Harry started getting up, but Draco pulled him back down, and kissed him again lightly.
Then Harry looked down at the cut on Draco's stomach. It looked much better than it had. Harry put the lid on the jade green jar and put it back in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
"What was that?" Draco asked.
"Small healing remedy my mum taught me. Since I'm always getting hurt in some way or the other."
"Oh. Hey, I need a shirt." Draco said. Bringing the fact that he was still shirtless back to Harry.
"Aw... I rather like him shirtless," Harry said to himself, opening the second drawer of his dresser and handing Draco a shirt.
Draco overheard and laughed at Harry's comment and responded to him, "Look, Mr. Potter, I am not an easy guy. No matter what the rumors are."
It was Harry's turn to laugh now.
Draco put on Harry's shirt, which happened to look exactly like the one Draco wore earlier. It was a tad bit bigger.
They exited Harry's room, every once and a while stopped to have a kiss or seven. They entered the second living room right when Ron yelled, "Why can't the world let ME know what the hell happens?"
"Well, did you ask politely?" Harry asked as Draco sat down an empty chair and Harry sat in front of him on the floor.
"Harry! When did you get here?" Ron asked.
"Two seconds ago. What's going on?" Harry inquired.
"We won't tell Ron what's going on." Hermione said pointing between herself, Luna, and Ginny, but looking back and forth between Harry and Draco.
Harry looked at Draco and he nodded.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron demanded.
"Ron... I'm a... umm... a..." Harry started, trying to figure the words to break it gently, "Well, Ron you know how I stopped dating women in fifth year? The specific reason was because I rock a different way from the tree when it comes to sexuality. It wasn't because I thought girls were over emotional," At which point Luna, being the last person he dated, yelled, " Hey!" But Harry continued, ignoring Luna in the process, "But anyway, Draco is the same way"
Ron looked at them all and then said, "Oh." It was clear it hadn't sunk in yet, but in three... two...one, "Oh!" He said again, the dawning seen clearly on his face. He looked back and forth between Harry and Draco, then to Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.
"You three had a bet on this?" Ron asked incredulously.
"You what?" Draco practically echoed.
"How did you even know Draco and I were homosexual?" Harry inquired.
"Oh, please, Harry. It was evident in the way you were you. And don't think we haven't noticed you two staring at each other from afar." Ginny said.
"Did I do that?" Harry asked, Draco echoed, "Did he do that?" pretending he had never done any thing of the sort, Harry continued, "I didn't even realize I liked Draco until five minutes ago."
"You didn't? Wow, you did some obsessive staring for some one who didn't know they lo-like some one." Hermione stuttered.
Harry gave her a curious look, but he knew Hermione could hide things too well for him.
"You three had a bet on this?" Draco restated.
"Uh, well, yeah. Small thing." Luna said shyly.
"What did you bet for?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked around the room, then at Harry, "Ten galleons."
"Excuse me?" Draco gawked (A/N: I love that word, it's so funny)
"Ten galleons?" Harry asked, "You bet so little on me? Oh, I can't believe it. I- wha- No! I'm leaving."
Harry got up and stormed out of the room.
Draco looked after him and Luna said, "Harry doesn't usually over react that way."
Just then Harry popped back in and scowled at all of them, then he smiled.
"You think I would over react that much over a ten galleon bet?" He asked.
They all laughed and Ginny said, "For a moment, no, never."
They laughed again enjoying the rest of the day. They couldn't wait till school started. They would have so much fun. And for Harry that was all he wanted, considering his life was limited.
A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Please RR. Love you guys.
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