~Enflamed~

Summery: This is the story of two boys. Who met each other under horrible circumstances, but managed to fall in love. No Magic, No Hogwarts, only two boys in the year 1944. When the world is in war and nobody is to be trusted, miracles do happen.
Warning: This is NOT a happy, fluffy story. There's rape, torture and murder in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is Slash DM/HP, because they're beautiful together!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character's. I'm borrowing them to tell a story.

Thanks to my wonderful beta-reader: Jennifer

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Chapter 3

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Draco stood beside his window once again. He could not sit, because on of the soldiers had handled him too hard. He was afraid that if he sat down, that he would start to bleed again. He watched the soldiers come back from the battle, carrying their wounded soldiers. The whole day he had not been able to stand still for one second. He had been so scared, well he still was scared that he would lose Harry too. Just like Elisabeth. When he finally found Harry again. His eyes searched for Harry between the soldiers. He was so concerned that he was actually shocking himself. Harry promised Draco that he would come back, but well... obviously the boy couldn't if he was killed in the battle. Draco tried to shake off the thought of a bleeding Harry. He had Harry's sweater in his hands. He wanted to return it. The sweater was the only clothing Harry had, which wasn't covered with blood stains.

He had been so happy when Harry's face suddenly appeared in front of him that morning and even though Harry was dirty and exhausted, Draco could still see Harry's concern for him in Harry's eyes. Just like the first time. Strange that the war hadn't taken that away. Draco could see in Harry's eyes that the war had a big impact on the boy. He probably saw hundreds of people get killed. It changed him, just like Draco had changed.

He wasn't allowed to think this from himself, but he wondered if Harry was 'different' just like him. Did Harry have this feeling too? This constant urge to be close to Harry. He was scared that the war would change Harry into an uncaring creature. Just like the other creatures that hurt him every single day. Over and over again. His nails made scratches on the wooden windowsill, when he thought about the hurt. 

There was a soft knock on his door and he quickly turned around. The door opened slowly and Harry stood in the door opening. His hair was wet from the rain, his clothes were soaked and his hands were covered with blood again. Dried blood and fresh blood. Harry looked at him and Draco noticed that Harry didn't know exactly what to do. So Draco walked towards him and grabbed his hand, guiding him once again to the bowl of fresh water to wash his hands again. Draco softly rubbed the blood from Harry's hands. He noticed that Harry was shivering from the cold and his hands felt like ice. Harry's fingers were softly moving with his. As if their fingers were playing with each other. Harry was standing beside him, staring into space. Draco studied Harry's handsome, but dirty, features and felt the urge to caress him. Just like he wanted to be caressed for once. Softly and lovingly. He was surprised about his own feelings towards this boy. He didn't know he was still capable of caring for someone after everything that happened to him. He was glad to feel.

Harry turned around to face him when Draco began to dry his hands. Harry's eyes were half closed. When Draco was finished he guided Harry to his bed and made Harry sit down. He made the towel wet with some fresh water and kneeled in front of Harry. He began to clean Harry's face. Even though the circumstances were terrible, Draco wanted to be clean. Especially after those soldiers had hurt him and he was feeling incredible dirty. He couldn't wash away the dirty feeling, but he often pretended that he could. Harry's eyes snapped open when the wet towel came in contact with his skin. Draco smiled at him, when their eyes met.

"You don't have to do this... I mean..." Harry trailed off.

Draco shook his head. "It's ok. I want to," Draco said, continuing to wash Harry's face.

"But I don't want you to feel like a slave around me. Even though I paid I-"

"You Paid?" Draco asked shocked, almost dropping the towel.

"They wouldn't let me in if I didn't pay. Don't worry I'm not here because of... that. I just wanted to talk to you," Harry said, looking to his hands in shame.

Draco sighed and continued to clean his face. "How long do we have?" Draco asked, suppressing the weird and uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

"I think half an hour," Harry said softly, still looking ashamed.

"Ow," Draco said, knowing he sounded extremely disappointed.

Draco was finished with washing Harry's face and began to take off Harry's clothes. "We should get you out of this. You could get sick," Draco explained, when Harry eyed him strangely. Almost shocked.

Draco grabbed Harry's sweater from the window. Harry had obeyed him like a tired child. He held out his arms as Draco pulled the sweater over his head.

"This is yours... Are you alright?" Draco asked, sitting down next to Harry very slowly. Making sure that he would not start bleeding again.

Harry shook his head and swallowed. It was obvious that he was trying to fight back his tears.

"What happened?" Draco asked concerned. Harry suddenly became very pale.

"I lost my gun today. I was so scared and... I stabbed someone right in his heart," Harry said, his hands trembling. "And... and I heard some guy talk about you. He told me that he had taken you with so much force that you were bleeding uncontrollably. Is that true?"

Draco looked away. This was humiliating!

"Draco," Harry said, grabbing his hand. "I should be taking care of you,"

Draco shook his head. "It wasn't too bad. I've had worse," Draco whispered, loving the feeling of Harry's hands around his. He focussed on that and tried not to think about that soldier.

Harry was silent for a while, still holding Draco's hand tightly. He noticed that Draco did not want to talk about the subject. "You know... sometimes I just want someone to hold me close. You know?" Harry said after a while.

"Me too," Draco nodded, happy that Harry had changed the subject.

Harry turned to Draco. "May I... May I hold you? Just for a minute...?"  he asked softly, looking to the ground.

Draco smiled and laid down on the bed, while Harry snuggled up behind him. He noticed that Harry was reluctant to lay down on the sheets. "Don't worry. They're clean. I take them off when the soldiers come," Draco said.

Harry carefully settled behind the much smaller Draco. "Are you sure you're fine with this?" Harry asked concerned.

"Yes I'm sure. It feels nice. It's just like my mom used to hold me when I was little and just had a nightmare," Draco whispered, feeling Harry's chest go up and down against his back.

"How can you stay so strong after everything that happened to you? Aren't you scared?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Harry, you don't know half how scared I am. I'm scared that I'll die, because of a transmittable disease. I'm scared that one day a soldier will kill me, because I refuse to do something. I'm scared that when this is over that I'll never be able to be intimate with a boy. I'm scared that I won't be myself when this is over. Basically I am scared about everything," Draco whispered.

"Draco... you can cry if you want," Harry said, not knowing what else to say. Why was everything just so unfair.

"I don't know how to cry anymore," Draco said, turning around to face Harry. "What are you scared about?"

"I'm scared that the war will turn me into a beast, just like the other soldiers. I can feel it inside myself. The war's doing something to me that I can't explain. When we're forced to go to these girls, I never do anything. I pay and stand in the small room with some girl doing nothing. She never tells because she's happy that I don't rape her and I... I don't even like girls," Harry whispered.

"Then why don't you go to a boy?" Draco smiled weakly.

"Because I am scared that if I do it once that I will do it over and over again. Besides there were no boys in the other camps. I don't know why they placed you here. These barracks are also here to prevent gay sexuality amongst soldiers. Because being different isn't pure," Harry said.

"I know why I am here. The officer is gay too. That's why I'm here. You know the guy you tried to save me from? He's here too," Draco said, biting on his lip. The officer was the most cruel to him.

Harry sighed and took Draco's hands, squeezing it gently. He knew that Draco was shaking with anger.

"Every time they come I feel like a robot. I never have pleasure, only pain. They don't care about how I feel. They only care about themselves. They would screw their mothers if that would make them better!" Draco raged.

"Shh... I'm sure that someone will care about you. I care about you," Harry blushed in crimson. "You just need to stay strong,"

Draco took a few deep breaths and relaxed a bit. "It's strange. We don't even know each other and yet I could not stand to lose you," Draco said, placing his head on Harry's hand.

"I think we're both clinging to each other, because we both need someone to pull us though this mess," Harry said, looking thoughtful. "And worrying over you keeps my mind from worrying for myself,"

"You worry about me?" Draco smiled, feeling a strange feeling inside his stomach.

Harry flushed slightly and nodded.

"Harry, tell me something about yourself," Draco asked, when he had caught Harry's eye again. "What did your life look like before this war started?"

Harry sighed. "Not that good. My mother and father died when I was younger so I lived with my relatives. My uncle, my aunt and my cousin. They didn't like me and treated me like shit. I wasn't allowed to go to school after I turned eleven. It was too expensive. I don't know how they found out that I'm different,  but they did. From that moment on I wasn't allowed to come anywhere around Dudley, my cousin. Not that I cared, I hate him anyway. He and my uncle are just like these soldiers. Selfish and dumb. They would believe anything if it's in their benefit. Even if it is over someone else's head. When I didn't have to work for them I read books. Believe me I would never have started to read books if they would have let me go to school, but I wanted to learn more. For when I was allowed to leave them. I wanted to be smart. I started to read books. Easy ones first, then harder ones. I read books from other cultures and illegal books. I've hidden them all underneath the wooden floor in my bedroom. I've got one book with me. It's my favourite. You should read it once. You know how to read right?" Draco nodded and Harry continued. "I'm ashamed to tell you this, but when we have to sack a town I sometimes take a book that seems interesting. The others take money, soaps and well... almost everything," Harry said.

"So that's where all those presents come from. Soldiers often bring presents to the girls to flatter them. Not that it works, but the girls are very happy with the presents. While the soldiers wait to receive something in return. It never happens," Draco said, not knowing what to say about Harry's life. He was ashamed to begin about his own life. His rich and spoiled life. "but I would love to read your book,"

Harry smiled at him and reached over to his uniform and pulled out a dirty book. "It's a bit dirty, but you can still read the words," Harry said, giving Draco the book.

Draco placed the book in a drawer beside his bed. "I'll read it tomorrow," Draco promised. "So reading is your passion?"

"Yes. It gives me a different view on things. I like to know what other people think about certain things and what goes on in someone else's head. If you know someone else's opinion on something, you automatically take that with you in your opinion. I want to be a writer if I get out of this war," Harry said, blushing. "You must think it's silly..."

"No I don't" Draco answered honestly. "I think it's a beautiful thing to do. It gives you the ability to learn people things. To amuse them, to shock them, to express your feelings," Draco smiled, watching Harry's eyes widen.

"How?" Harry asked, looking at Draco strangely.

Draco smiled because of the look on Harry's face. "It's the same with music really," Draco said.

"Your passion is music?" Harry asked, while Draco sat up finally releasing Harry's hand from his cheek.

"Yes!" Draco said. "I can play guitar, cello, flute, violin and piano. I love to play the piano the most. I love her sound and you can express every feeling in your music!" Draco said enthusiastically, standing on the bed with his arms spread. Making Harry smile. "It sounds strange, but I really miss it." Draco sat down looking to the ground.

Harry sat up and moved towards Draco sitting next to him, while Draco buried hiss head in his hands. Draco's whole body was shaking and his hair fell in front of his face when he began to sob.

"I hate it here. I want to go home. I want this to be over," Draco said in between the increasing sobs.

Harry pulled the smaller boy on his lap and let Draco cling to him tightly. His arms closed around Draco's small waist and he buried his face in Draco's neck. Just like Draco was doing. Draco removed his hands from his face and slid them around Harry's neck. Harry began to rub his back gently, waiting patiently for Draco to stop crying. He softly muttered that it would be alright in Draco's ear, over and over again.

Draco was so relieved that Harry was just holding him, like his mother would do. Not trying anything. Just being there for him. It felt so good and safe. It was the first time in Draco's life that Draco was being close with a boy willingly. Apart from the time that Harry saved him, but that wasn't as close as this. To Draco's surprise it felt normal, but exiting. Harry's hands and words had a calming effect on him and after a while his tears dried out.

"Are you alright now?" Harry asked concerned, holding Draco's face in front of him to take a look at Draco. He brushed all the strands of hair out of Draco's face, awaiting Draco's answer.

""Yes, I'm fine. I thought that I forgot how to cry, but apparently I didn't," Draco answered, feeling a bit silly to cry in front of Harry like this.

Harry smiled and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before pulling him into a final hug. "I've got to go know. I've been in here far too long,"

"What? Already?" Draco asked bewildered.

Harry nodded.

"But you just got here! Can't you stay a bit longer?" Draco asked, pouting slightly.

"I don't think so. If I pay maybe..." Harry whispered, looking ashamed again.

Draco looked down too. "They always tell us that we get paid, but we never see one coin. Which is probably better. I don't want to be paid. Then I really feel like a whore."

"Draco you are not a whore! You will never be a whore," Harry said firmly, grabbing Draco's shoulders. "You're a victim, never a whore."

Draco sighed. "Well I sometimes feel like one. They pay to see me, I have to serve them... I don't see the difference,"

"Draco, there is a big difference. You don't do this willingly, you are forced to do this. You will never be a whore. No matter how many times they hurt you. You will never ever be a whore." Harry said, shaking him slightly.

Draco just smiled, not standing up from Harry's lap. Even though he knew that he had to.

"Do you want me to stay?" Harry asked, when Draco had not moved for a minute.

"Do you want to stay?" Draco asked softly.

"If you want me to," Harry answered.

"I want you to stay if you really want to stay," Draco said, smiling slightly.

"I want to stay," Harry smiled back.

"Good, because... never mind," Draco said, mentally slapping himself.

"No, just say it." Harry urged.

"Because if you leave I'll be worrying about you," Draco blushed, looking away from Harry. "I keep thinking that this might be the last time I see you,"

Harry looked down biting his lip. They were silent for a while, both not knowing what to say or do.

"Well," Harry said, breaking the silence. "if this is the last time, we'd better make it really long."

Draco let out a relieved sigh and let Harry stand up to pay more. He watched Harry put on his uniform and walk out of the door. He couldn't believe what was happening. He felt as if he could fly. This exiting feeling didn't seem to disappear. The thought of lying a whole night in Harry's arms made him lose his mind.

When Harry came back he once again didn't know what to do. He stood in the doorway, looking at Draco with flushed cheeks.

"Come," Draco whispered, holding out his hand.

Harry walked towards him and removed his uniform again. He quickly jumped into the bed, next to Draco and kissed Draco on his cheek again. "Good night," Harry whispered.

~TBC~

I hope you like this chapter. Draco and Harry are getting closer!! –smiles- I Love to write this story. I love it that I don't only tell a story, but learn you something. Because I often get reviews telling me that they never knew this happened! Well and I think you all agree with me that everybody should know that this happened!

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