Disclaimer: I don't own it and I don't know why we have to do these things.
A/N: So… It's been more than a month. Forgive me? I hope so… Enjoy!
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Chapter Seven
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Harry woke feeling remarkably content and rested. He stretched his arm above his head, freezing when he came into contact with something solid. It was then that he realized he was lying on top of somebody… somebody very male. Thanking the Gods for contact lenses, he opened his eyes, sighing when he saw Draco Malfoy's sleeping face.
Tentatively, he reached up and brushed his knuckles across one pale cheek. He smiled, moving his hand the boy's blonde hair, letting it run through his fingers like water. Draco stirred, but he didn't remove his hand. He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips just as the blue eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning," Harry said, blushing and moving his hand away.
Draco caught it, bringing it to his lips. "Morning. Why don't do things like that when I'm awake?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm not really used to- this stuff. I've only ever been in one other relationship and that was with Ginny. She was expressive enough for the both of us."
Draco chuckled. "The pure, innocent Boy-Who-Lived, savior of the world, Griffindor to the core… and here he is, lying on a sofa with the Slytherin Sex God, initiated Death Eater, model pure-blood."
Harry looked away. "I'm not pure anymore…" he whispered.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "What does that mean?"
Harry almost slapped himself. He hadn't meant to say that out loud! He laid his head down on Draco's shoulder.
"It's nothing," he said.
"Harry…" Draco started.
"Drop it, please," Harry said, his voice pained as he squeezed his eyes shut against the memories.
He got up from his place on top of Draco and summoned Dobby, instructing the eager house elf to bring him his bag. Dobby left and moments later, his bag was in his arms. He thanked Dobby, who disappeared again with a bow and a huge smile. As soon as Dobby was gone, he pulled out a bottle of tequila and popped it open, downing a quarter of the bottle.
Draco sighed, sitting up. "What are you trying so hard to forget?"
Harry kept his back to the blonde. "Nothing," he lied, taking another drink.
"Harry, you're only making things worse for yourself," Draco said, "Alcohol won't erase whatever it is that happened and it won't get rid of your pain."
"No, but it… helps," Harry said, crying before he realized. 'It seems like I've been crying a lot…' He drank again.
Draco stood and walked over to Harry, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired boy's waist from behind. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, noticing that he was trembling. He tightened his hold on him and Harry leaned back against his chest for support. His arms fell to his side and Draco took the bottle from Harry lightly, levitating it to the table.
"We really need to talk," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, "It doesn't have to be now, but it should be soon." He turned Harry's face to his and kissed him sweetly on the lips. "I want to help you, Harry."
Something in Harry broke at those six words. He turned in Draco's arms, burying his face in the taller boy's shoulder and sobbing. He took a couple choking breaths before gasping, "I was… raped…"
Draco tensed and his hands stilled in their soothing movement. "Who?" he growled through clenched teeth, barley managing to control his near blinding rage. Harry was silent though, still shaking violently, so Draco pushed him at an arms length and shook his lightly. "Who?" he repeated, louder.
Harry couldn't meet Draco's icy gaze. He focused, instead, on the floor. He desperately wanted his tequila, as the memories had begun to resurface again.
"Who was it, Harry?" Draco exclaimed.
"My cousin's friends," he said shakily.
"How many?" Draco asked, his hands tightening on Harry's arms.
"A couple…" he replied quietly.
"How often did- this- happen?"
"It only happened twice…" he whispered, "… you're hurting me."
Draco let go of him. "Damn it," he snarled, angrier now than he'd ever been in his life.
Harry hung his head even more. "I'm sorry…"
Draco saw that Harry was shaking and sighed, pulling him back into his arms. "It wasn't your fault. Don't ever apologize for what those bastards did to you, Harry."
"You don't have to do this," Harry said, fighting to hold back the tears, "I won't blame you- if you- if you don't want me… anymore."
Draco kissed the top of his head. "I'm not letting you go. Now that I've got you, I plan to keep you for as long as I can."
Harry smiled and the tears began falling again. "Thank you…"
The door flew open in the next moment and they stared in horror at the people standing there.
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Sorry, but I'm ending the chapter here. The next one will be up shortly, as my inspiration seems to be back tenfold! Yay! A bientot!