A/N: Sorry this is kinda late, it's 11:30pm where I am. I have yet to do my homework. Anywho, I thought I got a beta, but I can't get a hold of them, so this chapter is unbetad, though I re-read it quite a number of times, hence the late hour. So, if anyone is willing to be my beta, I'll be extremely extremely extremely grateful. If not, enjoy the story, and thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: Looky, I found this all official-like one; I thought I'd try it out. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: a bit of language, no smut in this chapter (sorry Nicky), some violence, and lots o' drama. Also slight cliffy.
Chapter 13: Crumb by Crumb (Rufus Wainwright)
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Draco's eyes fluttered open to a darkened room. After a few good moments of having absolutely no clue where he was, Draco realized he was in the Hospital Wing. It seemed to be in the middle of the night, and Draco could hardly see around the room. He was, however, able to see Harry Potter lying in a bed a few feet from his.
"Harry…" the blonde muttered, springing up from his bed, immediately regretting it. Draco swayed back and forth on his feet, clutching at the bed for support until the room stopped spinning. Once everything came back into focus, Draco rushed over to his unconscious boyfriend.
"Harry…Harry, please wake up…" Draco kneeled on the floor as he held Harry's hand in his own. As Draco looked the brunet over, his terror grew. Harry was covered in cuts and bruises, his body a mangled piece of purple and red flesh. His breathing was so shallow it was hard to tell he was breathing at all.
The tears Draco had been forcing back broke free and cascaded down his face, dripping onto the sheets below. "Oh, Harry…" was all the blonde could mutter before the sobs took over. Draco just sat there for hours, a continuous stream of tears falling down his face.
As Draco calmed down, he didn't even have to wonder who did this to Harry. He knew. Harry's uncle Vernon, the prick. And it was because of that bastard Cornelius Fudge that Harry was forced to see his uncle again. The blood boiled under Draco's skin, his face reddening with a barely compressed rage.
"Harry, I swear…I'll make sure they pay."
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Remus Lupin rushed into the infirmary, worry and sadness the only emotions evident on his face. Remus came as quickly as he could to see Harry, but it being the full moon when Harry returned, he wasn't in any condition to visit the boy. As it was, Remus was still hardly in any condition to see Harry, as he had just transformed back to his human state not two hours ago. He didn't seem to care in the slightest though.
As Remus sped towards Harry's bed, he noticed something rather odd about it. There, on the floor, curled up in a ball, hand stretched up to grasp Harry's hand, was none other than Draco Malfoy. Upon seeing the tear streaks down the blonde's face, Remus decided he would wait until later to figure out what exactly was going on.
The werewolf walked over to Draco, shaking the boy's shoulder slightly. Once Draco roused from his sleep, Remus pulled him to his feet. As soon as Draco remembered where he was and what was going on, his eyes widened in worry. "Is Harry okay?" Harry? Remus thought. So they're on first name basis, hm? Well, I should've expected that. Malfoy was on the floor holding hands with Harry.
"Harry's still unconscious, nothing has changed. I just thought it best you be in your own bed," Remus said, escorting Draco to the bed several feet away. Draco, being too tired to fully comprehend anything, merely nodded groggily and plopped down on the bed, falling asleep within seconds.
Remus tucked the blankets over Draco and closed the curtains surrounding the Slytherin's bed before he made his way back to Harry. He pulled a chair up next the Harry's bed, sighing heavily as he sat down. Remus leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He took hold of Harry's left hand with his right, rubbing small circles on the back of Harry's hand with his thumb subconsciously.
"Harry…I'm so sorry, Harry," Remus began. He knew Harry probably wasn't hearing a word he said, but he said the words nonetheless. "I should've tried harder to make it so you didn't have to go back there. I am your godfather now, after all. I heard of your abuse from Albus earlier on in the year, and when I was told you were going back to the Dursleys, I fought to let you stay with me or anywhere that wasn't with the Dursleys. But, as it was, being a werewolf doesn't help trying to convince Fudge you'd be safe with me. I should've tried harder, though, Harry.
"When I found out you were in a coma, I broke down. Knowing you had to suffer through all that again for a whole week; I couldn't comprehend the pain you must've been put through. I tried to visit you the moment I heard, after I composed myself that is, but it was a full moon night, and I didn't want to risk it. That's why I'm here now. It was the last night of the full moon yesterday, and as soon as I transformed back and was capable of walking, I came straight here."
Remus took a deep breath, trying to keep back the tears that were building up and ready to break free. "I love you, Harry. You are like a son to me. I hate not being able to spend time with you, but knowing you're safe is enough to get me by. But finding out you've been abused all summer, and none of us knowing, that nearly killed me." Tears were steadily falling down Remus' face by now.
"Knowing I could've prevented you more pain, yet I didn't. I wish I could make things easy for you. I wish I could bring back Sirius, your parents, Cedric. I wish I could take back this whole war, just take all of it back, and you wouldn't have to suffer through all of this shit that no one, especially a child, should suffer through.
"But I can't, and that makes it all the worse. I hate not being able to alleviate your pain, or the stress of knowing you're the one who has to kill Voldemort. All I can offer is my love for you, and my support, and hopefully that can help you one way or another. I hope you know that if you ever need a person to talk to, about anything, you can come to me. You mean more to me than anything. I hope you know that."
Remus sat there for a few more minutes, trying to regain control over his emotions. He wiped the tears from his eyes, gave a reassuring squeeze to Harry's hand, took a deep breath, stood up, and left. He didn't know the moment he left the infirmary, a pair of shockingly green eyes opened, and the words "I love you too, Remus. I hope you know that," were muttered, before the eyes grew heavy once again, and Harry returned to sleep.
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Harry woke up again a few hours later, he'd guess. His eyes fluttered open, settling on the chair next to his bed. Instead of seeing Remus, like he expected for some reason, Draco was there. "Draco…" Harry said, voice scratchy and quiet. Draco's downcast eyes sprung up to Harry's face in an instant, a wide grin settling across his features.
"Harry! You're awake," Draco practically yelled, leaning forward and capturing Harry's lips in one of the most loving kisses Harry had ever experienced. As Draco pulled back, his face was wet with fresh tears. "I can't believe you're awake," Draco said, trying to gain control over his emotions; it certainly wasn't Malfoy-like to break down in tears. "I was afraid you'd never wake up again…"
Unable to do much else, Harry brought his hand up to Draco's face, caressing his cheek gently. "Well, I'm awake now," Harry whispered, his voice too sore to do anything else but whisper. A single sob escaped Draco's lips as he worked to calm himself down. Once his emotions were under control, he gave shaky laugh, kissing the hand still stroking his cheek.
Before getting lost in the moment, Draco remembered the responsibilities the nurse had put upon him. "Oh, Harry, Madam Pomfrey left you some food to eat. Just eat a little bit of it, if you can't eat much," Draco said as he set a tray of food down in front of Harry. Harry took a roll and looked at it, deciding whether he could stomach the food or not. He decided he might as well try and slowly ate about half of it before he set it back on the tray, muttering, "I can't eat any more."
Draco just nodded and spelled the tray away. He then grabbed some potions, handing them over to Harry. "You need to drink these before you go back to sleep." Before Harry could open his mouth to say how he wasn't even tired, Draco shushed him. "You're exhausted; don't act like you're not. You don't have to pretend you're fine, when you're so clearly not."
Instead of retorting, Harry just shook his head, gulping down the first potion. "What are these, anyway," Harry asked. Draco looked at him for a moment, confusion evident on his face. After a moment, Draco figured out what Harry was talking about. "Oh, the potions! Right, well, the one you took just now was a blood replenishing potion, the one in your left hand is a healing drought, and the one in your right hand is a sleeping drought, so you don't have any…um, you know, nightmares."
Harry nodded his head slightly, too overcome with emotion to do much else, due to the memories now flashing before his eyes. Harry swallowed heavily before downing the healing drought, then the sleeping drought. Falling quickly into a groggy state, Harry muttered out a slurred, "G'night, Draco," before he was asleep again.
Draco stood staring at the brunet for a few minutes, smiling sadly at how much Harry had overcome. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from Harry's face, Draco sat down and watched the other boy sleep.
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The next time Harry woke up, everything was as it was before, except Draco wasn't in the chair next to Harry's bed. "Draco…?" Harry muttered, hoping the blonde would be able to hear his quiet voice, wherever he was. "Oh, Harry, you're awake," Draco said from the other side of Harry's bed. Harry turned and looked at his boyfriend as Draco shuffled through the bedside table drawers.
"What're you doing," Harry asked, wondering what exactly Draco was doing looking through some hospital drawers. "I'm just looking for something to entertain me while you sleep," Draco responded. "But, I guess that's not needed at the moment." Draco closed the drawer and sat down on the edge of Harry's bed.
Harry smiled at Draco before stretching and preparing to get up. As Harry hoisted himself onto his elbows, Draco asked what he was doing. "I have to go to the bathroom. Going as long as I have without peeing isn't good. How long have I been out anyway?" Draco smiled lightly at Harry, amused at what he said. "You've been out for three days, I think. Maybe four, but no one's really sure how long you were out before Dumbledore found you."
Harry nodded as he sat up, turning his back to Draco. Before he could stand, though, he heard a loud gasp from behind. "Your scars," Draco muttered as Harry felt fingers trace over the scars on his lower back. The ones saying 'freak'. Harry forgot he wasn't wearing a shirt, only wearing a pair of loose cotton pajama pants; his scars were very visible. "Are these all new, or from before?"
Harry took a deep breath. "The…uh…phrases are from the past two or three summers, if that's what you're wondering about." Before Harry could stand, he was once again stopped by Draco. As he made to stand, he stopped when he felt to warm lips make contact with his lower back. Draco was actually kissing Harry's hideous scars.
"How come…I never…saw them before," Draco muttered between kisses. "I have been…sleeping in…the same bed as you…for weeks…how come I never…saw them?" Harry's eyes fluttered closed at the sensations Draco was creating. Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Uh…concealment charm," Harry said, getting lost in the feelings of Draco's lips pressed to his bare back. "But then…why could I…see your…other scars?" Harry thought, not knowing what other scars Draco had seen. Suddenly, comprehension. His scars from cutting. Harry gulped, hating that they had to broach such a dark subject.
"I, um, didn't use concealment charms on those scars," Harry responded, growing very uneasy. "Why," Draco asked, lips moving against Harry's back as he asked the question. "Because, well, I don't know how to explain. I guess I…oh," Harry stopped, feeling Draco's tongue swipe across his back. "Because I wanted to see those scars. I don't know why, but they helped calm me; seeing those scars were…uh, right there…therapeutic, I guess.
Draco lips and tongue were now massaging the skin of Harry's shoulder blades, Harry couldn't handle it anymore. He turned around to face Draco, pulling the blonde's face up to meet his. Harry devoured Draco's face in an intense kiss. Their tongues collided; lips pressed tightly against each other, sighs and moans escaping their mouths. They were so lost in their kiss, they didn't notice Dumbledore walk in, until he cleared his throat, making his presence known.
Harry and Draco broke apart, gasping for breath. Harry's face was almost pure red, embarrassment very evident. On Draco's face, though, was a satisfied smirk. "I…uh…right, bathroom," Harry muttered out before standing up to make his way to the bathroom. Harry didn't account for the fact he'd been lying in a hospital bed for three days, and he had very serious injuries to his leg from during the break.
Harry collapsed under the weight, falling to the ground. Draco caught him before he hit the ground, though, helping him back up. Draco escorted Harry to the bathroom, waiting outside the door for Harry to return. As Harry left the bathroom, he was already sweating under the stress of walking so much. Draco thought a quick, Screw it, before he picked Harry up, carrying him back to his bed.
"Hey," Harry said, anger and embarrassment marring his features. "You didn't have to carry me! I was perfectly capable of walking on my own!" Draco laughed lightly before responding. "Say, doesn't this seem familiar? You just got a little dose of karma, Harry, for carrying me across the room at the Leaky Cauldron when I couldn't walk. So, now you know why I was so pissed."
Harry gaped at Draco, for he himself had practically forgotten all that occurred at the Leaky Cauldron before school. Harry's expression soon turned to a glare, though, as he knew Draco was right. Karma's a bitch, Harry thought. While Harry huffed and Draco smirked, Dumbledore cleared his throat once again, reminding them of his presence.
"Oh, Dumbledore, hello. I forgot you were here," Draco said lightheartedly. "Yeah, you were too busy carrying me across the room," Harry muttered darkly. "Oh shush, you. You know you liked it," Draco replied, smirk firmly in place. Before they forgot he was there yet again, Dumbledore began speaking.
"Well, I simply came to check on you Harry, and as it seems you're doing much better. You're still far from healed, but it's phenomenally better than the condition I found you in." Harry smiled lightly at Dumbledore, his eyes growing heavy again. Goddamn, I get tired so frickin' easily now.
Dumbledore, noticing Harry's exhaustion, quickly excused himself. "Well, I just wanted to check up, and now I know you've at least woken up, I can go tell Remus of your improvements." The mention of Remus struck a chord in Harry's heart; Remus' monologue from a few hours ago was still fresh in Harry's mind.
But, Harry was too tired to say anything else than, "hmm…" Dumbledore exited out, smiling softly at the couple before them. Before Harry was completely lost the world of the awake, he grabbed Draco's arm as the blonde went to stand up. "Stay, sleep with me," Harry muttered, eyes already closed.
Draco looked down on the face of his boyfriend, a smile playing at his lips. "Of course, Harry," Draco said before stripping off his shirt and jeans (he was forced to shower and get dressed by Madam Pomfrey during one of Harry's naps) and sliding under the sheets of Harry's bed.
Harry turned away from Draco, inviting the other boy to spoon with him from behind. Draco quickly accepted the silent invite, pressing their bodies together. Draco tossed an arm around Harry's waist, resting his hand on the brunet's stomach. Harry's arm joined Draco's, lacing their fingers together. They were both asleep within moments.
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The next few days consisted of Harry sleeping, Draco watching Harry sleep, Draco sleeping with Harry (in a no-sex kind of way, well…excepting the few handjobs and blowjobs snuck in during the night), Harry and Draco playing exploding snap, Dumbledore checking up, Remus visiting, Harry's friends visiting (during which Draco left, only to return after they were gone), the occasional visit from Snape (also during which Draco disappeared; he had yet to tell his godfather of his and Harry's relationship), and Madam Pomfrey feeding Harry a plethora of potions.
Finally, to Harry anyway, the overly precautious nurse let him leave after three more days of rest. Harry was so happy to be able to leave the infirmary; being cooped up for days in there was incredibly boring. Except, of course, for all the private time he had with Draco; he was worried about how he'd be able to spend so much time with his boyfriend now that they both had to keep up appearances.
Although Harry was allowed to leave the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey made sure he didn't go back to classes until the next Monday. It was Thursday. Needless to say, Harry was bound to die of boredom within the next two days, especially since Draco had to go back to classes. He decided to try his very hardest and make it through the next two days, so he could go to Hogsmeade during the weekend.
As Harry trudged down the hallways, he tried to think of what he could due for the next couple of days. By now, he was actually hoping that Hermione had gathered mass amounts of homework for him to do. When Harry got to the Gryffindor dorms, he was disappointed to see that everyone has already left for breakfast, and Hermione had neglected to leave him any assingments whatsoever.
The brunet made his way up to his dorm, flopping down onto his bed the moment he walked in. It was surprising how exhausting a simple walk could be. Stripping his clothes off sluggishly, Harry fell asleep before his shirt hit the floor.
When he woke up, it had only been an hour since returning from the infirmary. Harry sighed. This is going to be the longest two days of my life. Harry sat up, looking around for anything remotely interesting to do. Upon seeing nothing captivating in the least, Harry fell back on his bed, choosing to stare up at the ceiling to pass the time.
After about three minutes of that, Harry sighed again, standing up from his bed. He paced the room, racking his brain for anything mildly interesting to do. Heaving another frustrated sigh, Harry decided to wander around the castle. Not wanting to get caught by any Professors or ghosts (Madam Pomfrey made sure everyone, living or dead, knew Harry was supposed to be resting), Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map.
Harry walked around the castle for the better half of an hour, stopping occasionally to rest. Once again, the green eyed boy found himself undeniably bored. Checking the Marauder's Map for any signs of adults, his eyes settled on Draco, who was now entering the Transfiguration classroom.
Deciding to pay his boyfriend a little visit, Harry made his way to the Transfiguration class. He walked into the room, spotting Draco's blonde hair, and made his way over to the Slytherin. Harry decided just to watch Draco for a while, leaning casually against the wall as he observed both his boyfriend and the class.
Looking at Draco, Harry realized just how bored the blonde was with this class. Looking at the faces of the rest of the students, he realized Draco wasn't alone with this feeling. Everyone looked bored out of their minds. Harry felt happy, knowing many other people's lives were lacking just as much interest as his was at the moment.
Feeling sympathy for poor Draco, Harry came up with a plan that was quite, dare he say it, Slytherin-esque. Harry slipped out of the classroom, only to rip off his cloak out in the hallway. He stuffed the cloak in his pocket, ran in place for a few seconds, happy for once that he was so exhausted. It only took him a few moments until he looked like he ran all the way there.
Gathering his courage, he rushed back into the Transfiguration classroom, eyes darting wildly. As his eyes settled on Draco, he pretended to gasp for air. Well, not exactly pretend; he was pretty exhausted. "I need...Malfoy…immediately," Harry rasped out. Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in shock. "Why do you need Mr. Malfoy," she asked, panic rising in her voice.
"No time…for explanations…I need Malfoy, now!" Without any more hesitation, Professor McGonagall rushed Draco out of the room, casting a worried look at the two boys before returning to her class. Harry dragged Draco out of the corridor, breaking into wheezing fits of laughter as soon as he was far enough away from McGonagall.
Draco, having no fucking clue what was going on, stared at Harry with panic and confusion filling his eyes. Harry noticed that the blonde was staring at him as if the world was ending but he didn't know why. Realizing that he hadn't explained to Draco his magnificent scheme, he quickly sobered up.
"Draco, don't worry, nothing's wrong. I just saw how amazingly bored you were and decided to get you out of class." Draco stood stock still for a few moments, trying to comprehend that there really was no apocalyptic event happening. Suddenly, the Slytherin cracked up, doubling over in laughter.
"Do you know…how fucking stupid you are," Draco choked out between laughs. Harry looked at him in confusion. "McGonagall is going to want to know about the emergency situation that had you in such a panic." The satisfied smirk on Harry's face suddenly fell. "Oh, fuck, how am I going to explain myself?"
After a few moments of serious brainstorming, Harry yelled a quick, "Aha!" due to his eureka moment. "I've got it," Harry started. "I'll just say some of the potions got me a bit loopy and I started hallucinating. Madam Pomfrey did give me a lot of potions to take, and I did feel a bit out of it earlier, I guess. So, it won't be a complete lie."
Draco just looked at his boyfriend in shock. He'd clearly gone around the bend. Draco didn't really care that the Gryffindor had gone crazy, only really caring that said Gryffindor got him out of one of the most boring classes of his life. Chuckling lightly to himself, Draco grabbed Harry lightly by the wrist, pulling him towards the school's entrance.
"What are we doing, Draco," Harry asked, a little disconcerted by his boyfriend's behavior. "We are going to go flying," Draco responded, continuing to pull Harry outside and towards the Quidditch pitch. "But I can't fly; Madam Pomfrey says I'm still too weak."
"Well, then you will sit in the stands and watch my sexiness from afar while I fly," Draco responded, smirk firmly in place. Harry sighed dramatically, but didn't protest. Honestly, Draco was quite the sexy beast when in Quidditch leathers, and Harry wasn't about to miss out.
Draco led Harry over to the stands before going off to the locker rooms to change. Draco flew for about an hour, trying new moves and chasing the snitch every once in a while. Harry was completely captivated by Draco, totally and utterly lost in simply watching his boyfriend fly around.
Once Draco put away the snitch and changed back into his robes (much to Harry's chagrin), both boys walked back into Hogwarts. By the time they were back inside the school, Harry was completely drained of energy. Being the kind soul he was, Draco carried Harry back to Gryffindor tower, Harry complaining all the while, though really enjoying the treatment quite a bit. Luckily enough, classes were still going on, so they didn't run into any other students during their trek back to Gryffindor tower.
Unfortunately though, Dumbledore and Snape were awaiting their return in the Gryffindor common room. "Oh, hello Headmaster, Professor," Draco said nervously as he saw the two sitting in armchairs by the fire. "Hello, Draco, Harry," Dumbledore replied as Snape just scowled. All three soon realized Harry was asleep in Draco's arms, snoring lightly. Draco looked down at the brunet, a silly smile twitching at his lips.
Snape cleared his throat, regaining Draco's attention. "Draco, Minerva came to me after her seventh year Transfiguration class in a panic", Dumbledore said. "She said Harry stormed in on the verge of a breakdown, demanding you to come with him. Harry claimed there was an emergency, though I certainly don't recall an emergency of any sort today." Snape snorted then, a small smirk plastered on his face. "Now, Draco, why would Potter demand to see you? And why are you carrying Potter?"
Draco gulped. Thinking off the top of his head, Draco began explaining. "Uh, well…hmmm…I don't know what to say. I guess you caught me. I heard about Potter," Draco mentally patted himself on the back for still being able to call Harry by his last name so easily, "being released from the Hospital Wing, and I slipped an extra potion in with all his others. It was supposed to make all the hair on his head to fall off, but I guess it reacted differently with all the other potions. It seemed to work as a hallucinogen instead, causing Potter to demand an apocalypse was underway. For some reason, he hallucinated that I was involved, leading to the whole Transfiguration fiasco.
"I guess Potter was still exhausted from whatever landed him in the Hospital Wing, because he fell asleep about a half an hour ago, after ranting and raving random things. So, I tried to get away with it, and I was simply trying to get Potter back in his bed so it would cover my tracks and I wouldn't be found out. I guess I was wrong."
Snape seemed to fall completely for Draco's bullshit, for which the blonde was extremely grateful; Snape wasn't very easy to fool. Dumbledore, on the other hand, clearly didn't believe one word of Draco's story. "Well, that explains everything Draco. I'm quite disappointed in you. Detention for two weeks," Snape said, sounding more disappointed about the fact that Draco was found out rather than the fact that he pulled a prank on Harry.
"Yes, Draco, I think that will suffice as punishment," Dumbledore said. "Now I think I shall wait and see if Harry wakes anytime soon. I suppose you won't want to spend any more time than strictly necessary in here, Severus? So, you best be on your way." Snape nodded towards Dumbledore before sweeping out of the Gryffindor common room. Before Draco could do anything else, Dumbledore began speaking again.
"Now, what really happened, Draco? Be honest." Draco sighed, knowing there was no way he could get away with a false story. Taking a deep breath, Draco 'fessed up. "Well, apparently Harry was stalking around in his invisibility cloak, and he visited my Transfiguration class. No one noticed, of course, since he was invisible. But he stormed in about ten minutes into the class, demanding I go with him, saying there was an emergency. There really was no emergency, he just noticed how "amazingly bored" I looked, and decided to get me out of class."
Draco was surprised when Dumbledore just chortled lightly as a reaction. "Ah, Harry, quite the rule-breaker, isn't he? Well, I suppose I'll talk to him later, when he's actually conscious, and I think he'll get the same punishment as you. Two week's worth detention with Professor Snape. Both of you will report to the Potions classroom tomorrow evening at seven sharp. Now, I think Harry would appreciate it if you took him to bed." Eyes full of twinkle and smiling lightly, Dumbledore left.
Draco sighed happily, glad that the outcome of the whole Transfiguration fiasco was spending two weeks detention with his godfather and his boyfriend; not much of a punishment, really. Draco carried Harry up to his bed, tucking him in and kissing him lightly on the forehead before he headed off to his last class of the day.
As Draco left the Gryffindor dorms, he heard a muttered "Love you, Draco," that was clearly being said by an awake (though barely) Harry. Draco stopped in his tracks. They had yet to confess love to each other. Taking a shuddering breath, Draco whispered, "Love you too, Harry," before walking out of the room.
Once he was down a few corridors, Draco let out a very uncharacteristic whoop of joy. He knew that Harry loved him, but to confess it so casually and just saying it was enough to make Draco's heart nearly burst with joy. Draco soon regained control of himself though, lovesick Malfoys simply do not exist, or so he'd been told. Realizing his last class was all the way across the school, Draco just shrugged and decided to head back to the Slytherin dormitories.
Draco, once in the Slytherin common room, worked on his homework (from the classes he actually attended) for a good two hours, before going to dinner. As Draco entered the Great Hall, his eyes immediately went to Harry, who looked like he either just got shagged or woke up from a luxurious nap. Draco was hoping it was the latter.
Draco sat down to eat, his eyes never leaving those of the brunet's. After about ten minutes of eating a couple bites of chicken and mashed potatoes (Draco was pretty sure that's what the food was, though he wasn't too sure; never looking at it and all) Harry nodded his head slightly, before getting up and leaving the Great Hall.
Draco waited as long as he could, which turned out to be a little over a minute, before feigning exhaustion and nearly sprinting out of the Great Hall (which did nothing to help his claim of exhaustion). As soon as he was out the Great Hall, he was grabbed forcefully and dragged up to Gryffindor tower, not that he minded, of course.
The moment Harry and Draco were in the seventh year boys' dorm room, their lips were latched on to the other's. Parting for air, Draco ripped of the Gryffindor's shirt, sending buttons everywhere. He shoved Harry back on to the bed, tearing off his own shirt and shimmying out of his pants amazingly fast.
Once he was next to Harry in the bed, Harry's pants were also off and his boxers were close behind. Draco took off his own boxers, and went back to thoroughly snogging his boyfriend. Draco began kissing and sucking on the brunet's neck, hearing soft moans of pleasure. As he licked and kissed Harry's chest, he heard heavy breathing, thinking it was due to his ministrations. Looking up into the face of the other boy, Draco discovered that Harry was asleep.
Draco's slight irritation at first melted away quickly, his heart warming to the sight of Harry sleeping. Kissing Harry gently on the lips, Draco cuddled up to his boyfriend, easily falling into dreamland. He awoke a couple hours later to the sounds of Harry grunting and moaning in his sleep. Thanking, once again, the automatic silencing and sealing charms around Harry's bed, Draco opened his eyes to gaze at his sleeping beauty.
Expecting to see a happy-looking slumbering Harry, if his moans could say anything about it, Draco was surprised to see a positively broken look on Harry's face. Worry lines creasing his forehead, Draco shook Harry gently, attempting to wake up the brunet.
After a few minutes of soft shaking, Harry woke up with a scream spilling from his lips. Covered in a sheen of sweat and tears streaming down his face, Harry jumped out of his bed, running to the bathroom. Worry now being the dominant emotion of Draco at the time, he went after his boyfriend.
As Draco tried to open the bathroom, he found it to be sealed with very strong, very advanced locking spells. Casting a silencing spell around himself and the bathroom, Draco started talking, attempting to coax Harry out of the bathroom. After trying to persuade Harry out of the bathroom for around fifteen minutes, Draco gave up, settling on waiting outside the bathroom until Harry came out on his own.
Draco sat outside the bathroom door for another half an hour, until he grew too impatient, and finally was able to spell the door open. The sight that met his eyes shattered his heart into thousands, millions of microscopic pieces. Harry was curled up on the floor, a small pool of blood surrounding him, still flowing from his wrists and arms.
As Draco choked back a sob, he made his way across the room to his boyfriend. "Harry…," Draco muttered, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. Getting no reaction from the brunet whatsoever, Draco set out to clean up Harry. Muttering a quick scourgify, Draco started on healing Harry's cuts. Saying a few healing spells, the blonde got Harry's wounds mostly closed up and stopped a majority of the bleeding.
Draco picked up his boyfriend, still getting no reaction, and took Harry back to bed. Draco tucked Harry back in, sliding under the covers next to him. As Draco leaned in to give Harry a quick peck on the lips, Harry turned away, scooting to the edge of the other side of the bed, as far away from Draco as he could get. Draco's heart was now just a pile of dust, completely destroyed by Harry's actions, or lack thereof.
Staring at the brunet for a few minutes, Draco turned around, the tears that threatened to fall the moment he saw Harry bleeding finally falling. The tears didn't stop until Draco was completely lost in slumber. When Draco woke up in the morning, he woke up alone.