The cliffs of Dover

Chapter two – Broken

After the storm, the sun battled through the grey and dreary clouds. The sun shone onto Harry's face awakening him from a sleep full of screams and shadowed faces. His lightning bolt scar started prickling. He closed his eyes as the pain seeped through his own pain threshold.

All of a sudden, Harry felt something cooling and soothing touch his forehead. Harry opened eyes to find Hermione sat over him dabbing his feverish body with a cold damp cloth, and with that he closed his eyes again.

"What happened to me?" thought Harry.

Now he remembered, it was raining. Harry had gone in search of the Horcruxes in the middle of the night. After that everything was dark. He couldn't remember anything else. But what had happened for this to happen?

Harry searched his mind for answers but nothing happened. Harry gave up as a restless sleep washed over him.

As if by cue Ron walked into the room, Hermione looked up. She looked tired.

"Hermione, go and rest. I will look after him. You need to sleep. You have been up with him for three nights. Don't you think you should really get something to eat and sleep or else you will be ill too and I don't think I could look after the both of you." Said Ron softly.

"I'm s'ok" yawned Hermione.

Ron raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that said "yeah right!" Hermione blushed and hung her head in defeat.

"Ok" said Hermione in a defeated tone. "But if anything happen. You have to wake me up."

"Yes mother." Said Ron sarcastically. Earning him a slap on the back of his head. "Yup definitely mother like."

Hermione walked into the kitchen laughing. The three of them where living in a three-bedroom cottage that Hermione's parents owned.

She poured some water into a copper kettle and placed it on the stove to boil. She thought about the storm that had happened last night. Harry kept whimpering and crying in his sleep and then sat bolt upright in bed, looked at the clock and then went back to sleep, whispering Draco as he went back to a deep sleep.

It couldn't be something of a coincidence because it had happened three nights in a row. Each night it went on it got more violent.

The copper kettle started whistle, bring Hermione out of her thoughts. Pouring water into her and Ron's mug she added milk and sugar, placed them on tray and walked into the living room.

Hermione gasped, then blushing slightly with a shy smile playing on her lips.

"Oh Ron."

The living room was accompanied by dozens of candles of all assortments, which where littered all around. The couch had been transfigured into a makeshift bed. There were pillows everywhere. Hermione's eyes took everything in they saw and found their final resting place. There stood his back to her with a huge bouquet of flowers was Ron. Hermione smiled; walking over to him she threw herself at him. She was caught into a hug. She looked up at him and kissed chastely.

"Oh Ron! This is brilliant! But who-."

Ron, who had placed a tender kiss on her lips, cut off Hermione.

""I called mum, she flooed here about five minutes ago." Explained Ron as they sat down in front of the fire. Hermione nuzzled into Ron's neck.

"This is going to be a good night." Thought Hermione, yawning and closing her eyes, falling into a deep sleep against Ron.

Little did Ron and Hermione know what was going on in the other room. Molly Weasley had put a silencing charm on Harry's room as he started crying out in his sleep. Molly held wept as she held the dark haired youth close whilst he screamed.

"Draco! Draco! I'm here! Get me! Please help me! Draco!" screamed Harry. " I'm sorry! I want you back. I was wrong. I still love you. Please come back to me. Please!"

Molly gasped at Harry's delirious confession.

"Had this poor soul been in love with Draco Malfoy? We're they together? Is that why Draco couldn't kill Dumbledore because he knew Harry looked up to him?" thought Molly sobbing, whilst Harry started lashing out in his sleep. Screaming louder and louder for Draco.

All Molly could do was whispering soothing words hoping sooner rather than later Harry would calm.

Meanwhile, a few miles east from the cottage, was Draco. His father and his cronies had left a few nights ago. It had been a long time until his mother's health was strong enough for him to carry her. He picked her up in his strong arms, her small dainty frame twitching every few hours; her grey eyes open and glazed over, her breathing ragged.

Draco had to find her help.

He reached the top of the hill he was climbing. He scanned the horizon. In the distance was a small cottage on the cliff edge with the lights on inside. Draco looked down at his mother; her soft platinum blond curls were matted with blood, tears and mud.

Draco's eyes burned as tears creped their way down his cheek.

He had seen a lot of horrific ad terrifying things whilst he was part of the death eaters but when he saw a broken Harry Potter crying in the prefects' toilets when Ron had been poisoned.

Flashback

Draco walked into the prefects' bathroom. He had just had a huge fight with pansy in herbology and she pushed him into a plant that spurted fouls smelling puss.

"Fucking Pansy! Why can't she take no for an answer. She knows I'm gay." Thought Draco as he opened the prefect's bathroom door. The sight that met him however made him stop in his tracks.

Draco stopped stock still in the door way as he looked upon a crying, broken hearted Harry Potter.

Draco felt his heart melt as he mentally reached out for him. He had been there himself, curled up in a corner in his shower in his own private bathroom scrubbing his skin raw to rid him of his fathers touch.

He sort of knew how Harry felt.

Draco took a deep breath to compose his self and took a step forward. Draco tried to think of something putrid to say. But as he stepped into the room Harry looked at him with frightful eyes.

Draco's heart of ice thawed. Harry's emerald green eyes swan in tears as he looked up at Draco.

"What do you want?" said Harry in a small voice. "Come to say something I haven't already heard, Malfoy, because if you have your too late I'm too depressed and too helpless to argue. So take a shot Malfoy because I'm passed caring now."

And with that Harry turned to face the wall behind him. Fresh tears spilling down his already tear-sodden face. Harry waited for a remark. The remark never came. Instead a pair of strong arms curled themselves around Harry's body hugging tight. Harry leaned into the body next to him and broke down completely.

Once the tears had subsided he looked up at the person who had embraced him with so much warmth he didn't feel cold anymore. Harry's emerald eyes met eyes of slate grey. The person hugging him was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you being nice? You are never nice to me. Why?" said Harry with a note of panic in his voice.

"I know how you feel. Feeling like no one cares. Well Harry I do. I'm sorry I have been a jerk in the past but it's all because of my father. Who has recently disowned me for being open about my sexuality. So now I don't care what he thinks. Now I can tell you something not a lot of people know."

"Yeah and what's that?" asked Harry. " Well I want to tell you something first. I don't care anymore so I might as well say it. I think I'm falling for you."

"My words exactly" said Draco smiling.

With that he took Harry's face in his hands and spent a whole hour kissing away every doubt and tear away.

"I love you Harry Potter"

"I love you Draco Malfoy"

End of flashback.