thrnbrooke: Thanks for reviewing! I really look forward to your reviews. (a couple of times they helped me further my plots when I was stuck) So, once again, thanks! And here's the answer to your question. dudley told his parents that Harry had caused his accident, so Harry had to do his chores until he got better.
Sweet Vanilla I give myself to you bara wo shikitsumete suteki na yumemi wo Darling, its all for your love -Hyde (Sweet Vanilla)
I play you obey Midnight celebration
I have no plan but that's alright Can you trust me when I'm mad Have no time to set things right Can you love me when I'm sad -Hyde (Midnight Celebration)
Draco leaned in to kiss him at the bottom of the stairs, before releasing his hand. /I'm going to get the room taken care of. You need to talk to your parents, Arris./
Harry glared at him slightly. /So, you're leaving me to deal with the hard part by myself/ he mentally pouted.
/You can do it. Besides, I doubt that they want to see me at the moment. My presence won't help./
Harry grabbed his arm before he could continue. /it helps me. I don't want you to leave me, Draco./
/you don't have to worry. I promise I'll be right back. There's nothing that can make me leave you./ He placed a firm hand on Harry's waist, then pressed him against the wall, pressing the other boy's pelvis against his, listing to Harry moan as they made contact. /I will back/ He kissed him once more, before letting go. /Now, I should probably get out before you mother comes at me with a broom./
Although, Harry laughed at the image, he was afraid that she might actually do it. Harry placed his fingers around Draco's belt, holding him in place for a moment. /Just don't take long. I might miss your sweet blood if you're gone for too long. Who knows what I'll do.../ Harry teased.
/Aw... You'll be fine without me for a few moments, Arris./ Draco smirked at him before turning, forcing Harry to release him. Harry continued to watch as Draco went out the back door. He sighed to himself then made himself go to the den, where his parents were waiting.
James and Lily seemed to in deep conversation when he found them, and tried to be as quiet as possible, hopping they wouldn't notice him, then he sat across from them. No such, luck; they went quiet the second he entered the room. /feels like the Spanish Inquisition.../ he muttered to himself. He was still grumpy that his morning with Draco had been interrupted; if only he had been able to hold it in! He had tried to be quiet, although it became hard to, the moment Draco had touched him. /I should have tried harder/
"Harry, I want for you tell us what exactly is going on. Everything."
/So, dad is taking charge this time.../ Harry thought to himself. /That's new./
"Both me and your... well, I've tried to be patient." James snuck a glace at his wife, who simply glared back. "She did want be," he added. "But you've abused your freedom Harry. You know that we'll accept you no matter what, as long as you tell us when there's a problem."
/Problem/ "There is no problem, dad!"
James sighed. "Harry, both me and your mother saw the wound on your neck. She told me what she saw Draco doing. She saw him bite you, and that's not a love bite, Harry." He tried to reach over and reveal the mark, but Harry moved away from the hand.
James reluctantly pulled his hand back. "See, Harry?" he said softly.
"I am not afraid of Draco!" Harry spat, even he regretted it afterwards. "I just don't want anyone else to touch it. Dad, mum, Draco hasn't done anything to me that I did not want. He wants to take things slow with me sometimes, but I don't want for him to fell he needs to. I won't break every time someone touches me."
They were silent for a moment, shocked. Harry decided to attempt to read their minds... nothing. He almost growled in frustration.
"Why would you want him to hurt you Harry?" Lily asked, trying to recover.
"Because it feels good." /...so good.../ "It feels right, like nothing else has. I knew from the moment I met him that it was right." He pulled his legs onto the couch and wrapped his arms around. /I miss him already.../ "He doesn't hurt me and he never will."
His dad spoke up. "But how did you meet? And please, Harry, the truth," James pleaded with him. "I'm tired of the secrets."
/But can you accept it? Maybe I can only tell part.../ "Fine. But tell me I don't understand what's going on in my own life. I love the both of you, but I will not be treated like an ignorant child." He waited for a nod from James. Lily only did after a nudge from her husband. "Lucius, Draco's father, kidnapped me from the Dursley's. I was afraid of him at first, but, he was a good person. I could tell after I got used to the man. He did it for Draco, and he didn't like the way the Dursleys treated me. So he took me into his home. I actually wanted nothing to do with Draco, when Lucius told me why I was taken, but then I met Draco. I didn't really know what to make out of him, when we first met, but there was something about him. I knew I wanted him to be mine, from that moment, and he loved me long before I even knew him. Draco used to watch me, all the time." Harry stopped when he saw his parents' faces. /that came out wrong/ He hurried to get the rest out. "Wait, before you call him a creepy stalker, please listen to me. It's a funny story, really. It turns out I never did anything to Dudley, way back when his accident happed. I think he's faking it, by the way. But, anyway, Dudley had... decided he liked me maybe a bit too much." Harry watched his mother's eyes light up, shocked.
"So Draco, apparently, had been hiding around the area and saw him. I never saw him hurt Dudley, I was so confused at the moment, so I've never had any proof that Dudley was lying. Dudley blamed me because he doesn't remember anybody else being around." /because Draco messed with his memory./ "And, probably, because I wouldn't do what he wanted." Harry knew he sounded bitter, but he had reason to be, now that he knew.
"And then I wanted to come home. I loved it at Draco's home, but I missed both of you. So Draco brought me home."
"Is that everything, Harry?" James said slowly, after digesting everything. Harry knew what he getting at.
"We just have an... interesting relationship, that's all. Draco won't lift a hand to hurt me." Harry was pleased when his face didn't blush. "You have to realize that if you can't accept me, I am welcome to stay with the Malfoys, they made that clear." /It might be easier to live with others who aren't human... no! I don't want to loose my family./ "I just want for both of you to still love me." Harry said quietly.
He was surprised when his mother rushed forward, his father not far behind. "Why do you think we would stop loving you? Of course we do." /Did Draco say... no. Harry had threatened to leave if I insult his... lover./ She hated to call the other boy that, but Harry had made it clear he wasn't giving him up.
Harry laughed slightly when he was sandwiched between the two. /This all I want... If only Draco was here/ "I'm glad. Can you both accept everytthing, or am I hoping for to much?" He asked.
He got an immediate "Yes." from his father, but only a hopeful "We can try." from Lily.
"I want to tell you something, Harry. Both of you." his father said, pulling away for his son, to look at his wife. "It's about my parents."
Harry's eyes went blank with confusion. /they're still alive/ James never talked about them so he assumed they were dead.
"I try to be easygoing with you because of them; I'll admit that they were as stuck-up as they come. That's one thing that I liked about Lucius when I met him, he obviously had money, he never denied it, but he knew how to treat people kindly. Didn't always do it, but knew when to. My parents had refused to let me marry Lily, Harry. They told me she was below me, that it was no more than a fling. I told them where to stick it and they disowned me. That's what I never told you, Lily. I was disowned because I refused to give her up. I didn't care about the money, but I never spoke to them again, and they never made an effort to contact me. So, Harry, you and Lily are the only family I have left. I'm not going to hurt you, or let you leave just because I did something stupid."
Harry nodded numbly.
"Well, now that that's settled. I have one more thing to ask."
/What now/ Harry asked himself.
"When did you get a tattoo?"
Harry sat up straight and looked at his father's face, confused. "What tattoo?"
James raised an eyebrow. "The large one on your back. I don't see how you could have missed it. Looks like it must have been painful." His dad winced.
Harry leaned forward so he could feel under his shirt. /I had forgotten.../ With that Harry dashed upstairs, running straight for the bathroom mirror.