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Warning: mature themes of child abuse and self-harm. Read at your own risk

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Draco was tired. It had been a long long day. All he wanted to do now was to sleep and be oblivious to the entire world. He quickly striped of his uniform, and changed in to his nightclothes. He had long stopped using snything that showed off his body in any way. It only made the night visits more frequent. At least he had his own room, and would not have to fret about anyone else.

He quickly slipped on his ankle length gown and closed the windows. 8:30 or not, he needed to sleep…while he could.

He was just about to slip under thec overs when his door was knocked. The sound sent shivers of dread up Draco's spine, which he quickly dismissed as nonsense; it would only be Crabbe orGoyle.

"Which ever one of you it is, go away! I am trying to sleep!"Draco yelled to the visitor. The knocking persisted.

"Go away!" shouted Draco trying to block out the noise. It only got louder. Grumbling, Draco dragged himself out of bed and staggered towards the door. Still scowling, he flug the door wide only to see:

Harry Potter.

The bottom fell out of Draco's stomach. The Golden boy was standing there, looking all tall dark and handsome. His hair an unruly mess, shirt and jeans hugging just right. Draco was suddenly reminded of how unworthy he was to be anwhere near this Adonis. Draco quickly became awear that he was staring in disbelief at the Griffindor, and slipped on the hated façade of ice prince.

"Potter, what the hell are you doing here. How did you get down here?" Draco snarled, crossing his arms. Harry did not answer, just stalked in through the open door and stood in the middle of Draco's room.

"Come in why don't you?" Draco mumbled, sarcastically " look Potter, as much as I love this little night call, as you can see I am trying to get to sleep, so if you would not mind just buggering off and dieing somewhere…"

Harry said nothing, just looked at Draco. The light hairded boy look amazingly fragile, the crisp white nightshirt billowing on his figure. He also looked sickeningly pale and gaunt. Harry steeled him self, and sinally spoke :

"Mertle talked to me earlier"

Draco's eyes quirked in confushion.

"Who? I have not the faintest who you are on about Potter. Look, I don't know how you got down here, and you are lucky I don't just go and get snape out here right now, but just piss off alright!"

"Mertle os a ghost Draco. She haunts the bathroom on the second floor…" Harry spoke softly, letting the implication settle in Draco's mind.

If it was possible,Draco paled even more. His eyes looked wild and feral, and the intense look of fear was obvious.

"W-whats that got to do with me Potter? Look, I am going to get Snape, if you are here when I get back…" As Draco walked towords his door, Harry, quick as a panther, grabbed Draco's right wrist, and yanked up the sleeve.

There it was. All on display. Numerous scars, some thick, some thin, some years old and some done within the last few days. A parade of ugliness on show, for the most beautiful object Draco knew.

Draco gave up. He felt every bit of strengh leave his frail body and he sighed in defeat. it was over. Potter knew.

He knew how tainted he was. Knew how ugly he was. Knew how weak he was. Could see Draco's entire sordid life spead out on white flesh. Potters hand burned on his wrist and Draco just wanted to cry for the fantasy he knew he had lost.

Potter said nothing at first. Just looked in disbelief. Finally, he recovered enough to croak out one word:

"Why?"

Draco had often asked himself that. His instict, his upbringing, told to tell Potter to fuck off, to lie , to deny, anything but tell the truth. But he was so tired of pretending, of trying to be a good son. It would not matter anyway. His father could not love him less,and he was already dirty. What difference would giving in do?

"Because I needed to Potter. I needed the control, I needed the punishment. I needed to feel. I needed to let the dirt out of me! It's always there! Long after they stop touching me, I still feel them, I still taste them! This is the only way! Don't give me that look! That pitying look! I don't want your sympathy! I may be a whore, but I still have my pride when it comes to others. Now, your curiosity is sated I trust, now get the fuck out!" with those last harsh words, Draco yanked his arm from Potters, and dived back onto this bed, pulling his knees up to this chest and hugging them, sobbing.

The memorys. It hurt! All those people all hurting him. They flashed in front of his eyes sneering leering and disgusting. All his scars, all red and torn and bleeding, but still they came. His father…

He was vaugly awear of srtong arms circling him, being rocked back and forth , and nonsense words being whispered into his ears. He felt safe. He felt like he use to . When his daddy loved him. The blond nuzzled his still sobbing face into the warm chest, clung to the shirt with desperate fingers. It was too much , it was too much…it was not enough.

He knew it was Harry. He was the only one who would do something like this. He felt silly, crying over something like this, to someone who hated him. Getting a hold on himself, he detached himself from Potters warm, tear soaked shirt , and avoiding the green eyes, curled up on his bed his back to Potter.

'I need my penknife…' was his only thought.

He did not feel Harry move for sometime. In fact , he was so lost in though he almost forgot he was there. Self pity was so comfortable to wallow in.

He was jolted back to the present, when the body next to his shifted. He tensed up, as if waiting for a blow, and was shocked when he felt Harry lay down beside him, and wrap an arm tentivly around his waist.

"Is this ok?" came the question from the dark haired boy.

"Why would you even want too…" was Draco's broken , rejected reply.

"…Because you are worth more then what you belive. And I hope you will trust me enough to let me show you…

'Ah, so you want me as a whore'

"When you are ready…I'll wait…Can I stay then…no pressure…" was the whispered remark into his hair. When he gave no reply, Harry moved to leave, but just as he reached the door Draco moved to face him.

"Stay" begged the slytherin.

Smileing slighty, Harry nodded, climbed back into the bed, and held the blond, while he sobbed.

One night of contentment, is better then nothing at all…

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