Spoilers : HPB!

Broken Window

The Wedding at the Fields

He was staring up at the white ceiling there was a brown spot on it that was driving the pale boy who was lying in bed insane. He wanted to get up out of the clashing red and orange sheets and clean the spot, but he knew that it wasn't his place to do such a travail job such as cleaning a Weasly's house. It was ludicrous that he was even in the house of these blood traitors, the blond haired boy glared at the brown spot some more trying to see if he concentrated enough that it would disappear.

The boy just laid there sprawled across the bed his legs open and his left arm falling over the side as he let his eyes wander

He looked over at the bed that sat on his left; it was a small bed much like the one he was currently lying in. He missed the simple comforts of the Manor where he had grown up, the big beds, decent sized bathroom, and the uncomfortable chairs. Out of all the things in that house it was in fact the uncomfortable chairs that the blond missed the most. The blond nearly laughed at the fact that he was lying in a small bed and all he could think about were the uncomfortable leather chairs back at the Manor.

The silver-eyed boy did know one thing, he was glad he was away from the frigid house that sat in Spinner's End. He did miss his Potions Master, but not that much to crawl back through that broken window. Draco looked down at his healed arm; it had been a couple of days since he had arrived in stalkers collapsed in the middle of a muddy field. The blond felt better, but he still remembered when he had woken up.

The first thing the blond had noticed was that he was on his back in a soft mattress, then as he turned his head he watched as a person walked over to a dresser. The person's tan legs crept out bellow the off-white color towel. As he stared at the tan feet he suddenly realized that the off-whit towel had been dropped, alarm bells started ringing so the blond turned to his side and let out a large, fake, and rather loud yawn. When the blond looked over to see Potter stumble into view Draco's eyes went wide and he threw the covers over himself.

The boy suddenly shook his head trying to get rid of the images; he especially didn't want to remember what he had done after he threw the covers over his head. The boy let out a soft sigh and sat up. He had been enjoying just staying in bed and solely getting up to go to the bathroom, but today was a different day. Today was the day before a big wedding.

Ms. Weasly had been extremely nice; she had told him to stay off his feet for a couple days. The blond knew full well that the scars all over his pale skin would never go away, but his feet were the worst. As the blond took a step into the shower he let his gaze fall to his pale slender feet. His high arch was still covered in fresh-pink scars, his heels still held their dark crimson scabs, the blond didn't flinch like he use to with each step he took. He looked his legs up and down, they were not unaffected by his run, but they were the least. Pale pink scars ran up and down the bruised skin, but the blond could look no further. The first time he had seen his chest he had nearly burst into tears right then and his arms were no better. The pale boy leaned slightly against the shower wall and bit his lip to keep the whimper from escaping his throat.

Draco couldn't even look at his face, he knew that it would be scarred as well, and he could only take a certain amount of trauma a day. But he was safe now. He was safe.

Today was the blessed Weasly prep day for the joyous occasion that was a wedding; Draco knew that he would have to attend the festival that would only permit the breading of another bunch of blood-traitor children. Soon the blond stepped out of the shower, an off-white towel wrapped around his waist as he walked back into the room where his rival lay asleep. Draco smirked at the fact that if he wanted to he could walk around naked and his rival would never know. The silver eyed boy dropped his towel to the floor and pranced over to the dresser, suddenly he remembered that he had no clothes except the pajamas he had been wearing for the past couple days.

Scowling Draco walked over to the tattered old trunk, the boy let his gaze fall upon the still sleeping teen before scrunching his nose up and throwing the trunk open. The blond cursed as he looked at the Gryfindor's belongings, if there was any order it was only the owner that could find anything. Draco let out a deep sigh and looked at the rolls of parchment, old ink bottles that had been left open in turn spilling it's contents on the walls of the trunk and balled up papers. Cursing again he stood up, Draco was not going to put his hands into that mess to try to find clothes. He opened up the dresser to be bombarded by the sight of red boxers, and deep blue briefs. The blond let out a laugh, his rival wore briefs!

Draco suddenly realized, his rival wore briefs, the blonds face started to heat up and he slammed the drawer shut. Realizing how much noise he had made he looked over to see the brunette starting to stir in his sleep, more curses flew from the blonds scarred lips. He rushed over to where the fallen towel was and hastily threw it around himself before disappearing out the door to find the lady of the house.

The silver-eyed boy rushed down a narrow staircase not careing as he stomped making tons of noise. The sounds brought Mrs. Weasly to the staircase she looked up to see a very disheveled looking Draco Malfoy. His hair that was normally stuck against his head was brushing against his shoulders with every step he took, and his face that was indeed scowling looked somewhat tired and broken. The cuts that had been healed left pink scars in their wake upon the blonde's face. "Oh Draco," Mrs. Weasly finally said, "what are you doing?"

The blonde's scowl deepened at the lady's words, "I have no clothes… I was wondering if I could barrow someone's until I get my own." She seemed to be deep in thought as she dried off her hands on the blue towel that was on her green apron. She walked past Draco and he followed not touching anything if he could help it.

Suddenly the red-head turned and went into his and Harry's room, "Well Draco, unless you want to wear Ginny's clothes you are gonna have to make do with Harry's." The blonde's jaw dropped, "Yes I know that Harry is quite taller then you, he has grown up so much. Draco grimaced as she pulled out a pair of jeans and a rather large grey shirt. The grey shirt had words about some muggle body shop printed upon them, the blond let out a small growl in the back of his throat.

"There is no way." Suddenly she pulled open the cursed white colored wood back and asked him to pick which type of underwear he wore, if he wore any at all. Draco crinkled his nose at the thought of sharing Potter's boxers so the blond simply shook his head and then walked over to the bathroom.

Draco walked out of the blue tiled room and was soon standing on the white tile where two beds laid next to each other, the blond sat against a grey lumpy pillow and brought his knees to rest against his chest. He closed his eyes and then took his left hand, resting it atop his right knee. The jeans were several inches too long and covered his small scarred feet. The pale boy looked at the gashes all along his arm they hadn't healed with magic; Mrs. Weasly had told him that he was going to have to let those cuts heal the normal way.

Draco's head fell to his left side, resting against the shoulder that the grey shirt didn't cover. Pale skin peeked out of the large neck, this skin as not marred with any type of cut or bruise. It was unmarked. Draco let out a soft sigh and wrapped his right arm across his stomach gripping the left side of his body with slender fingers. The blond started to drift off into sleep as his left hand fell off his knee to rest upon his inner thigh.

Draco woke up to someone poking his side, "Malfoy you have a letter. Get the bloody owl to stop bloody poking me." Draco looked over to see his potions master's owl pecking Potter in the head. Draco took the letter and let his silver orbs fall on the words.

Draco,

You realize that running away was probably the worst thing you could've done, especially for your mother. She has to deal with the Dark Lord now thanks to you. If you are reading this now you should be pleasantly noted that I'm honestly disappointed that you are not dead, but I know that it is only a matter of weeks before the Dark Lord hunts you down. It is not hard finding a snitch if you know where to look.

We are onto your trail.

Draco let his eyes fall closed as he took in a shaking breath, until he snapped his eyes open once he heard a steady crash to his left. Potter had fallen over trying to get the pesky owl out of his room. The blonde's lips curled up slightly at the sight of Potter sprawled across the floor, his hair more of a mess then usual, his legs up in the air, and arms twisted under his body in an odd, painful angle. A small drizzle of blood fell from his chin as he attempted to get up from his place on the floor. Curses fell from a crimson, blushing, contorted face as he rubbed his banged up elbows and knees with flat-palmed, tan, rough hands.

The blond hair boy grinned despite himself and got up from were he had been sleeping, loud cracks, and snaps were heard as he stretched his soar back. His knee let out a protest in a form of a loud pop as he stood straitening is unused joints. Draco struggled to keep the pants up and then as he looked to the right he took the belt that was waiting on Potter's bed, obviously the teen was going to change into his clothes for the day once Draco left, but the blonde grinned and pulled the belt through the loops of the pale blue jeans despite the protesting black-haired boy who was now sitting on the floor.

Suddenly he was handed some ribbon and told to tie it onto the end of the banister, at the sight of the lacy, white, hideous ribbon Draco scrunched up his nose and dropped it to the ground only to be hounded by the plump, red-haired woman who had handed him the obscure thing. He quickly picked up the ribbon with his thumb and index finger, giving the old lady a boorish jester with his other hand when she turned her back. Draco found it oddly humorous as he stood tying the ribbon into frilly, repulsive bows that the red-heads seemed to be in some crazy rat-race with each other and that the house seemed to be in total chaos in trying to get ready for this so-called delightful event. Draco chucked as the door-bell went off and a mob of red-heads scurried to see who was there, dropping everything they had been doing despite how many people were at the crowded door already.

Draco was dressed in black pants that actually fit him, but they were not his. He had been apprehensive, and appalled by the fact that he had to wear Weaselette's clothes for the wedding that was currently taking place. Dressed in tight, black, flared legged pants the boy who already looked effeminate appeared even more feminine then usual. Giggling was heard to his left and he looked at a red-haired girl who had a ruffled pink dress on covered in large orange flowers that clashed horrendously with her red hair.

Sighing Draco looked to the right and stared at the fields, he hadn't been outside since the incident when he was found by his worst enemies no less. Draco couldn't say that if he and Potter had traded places that day that he would've done the same thing as his black-haired roommate. Looking towards the boy in question Draco saw that Harry was wiping his cheeks, Draco smirked at the sight.

It had been a long time since the blond had smirked, he was beginning to question why he ever stopped; it was such a wonderful feeling after all. The smirk soon turned into a sneer as he saw the part-human and muggle-lover kiss as white flower petals descended through the air, catching themselves in the blond veela's hair. Grey eyes darted toward where Harry was once seated to find the boy in an intense hug, Draco's stomach churned slightly as he saw one of the red-heads bend over to kiss the chosen-one's cheek. Draco turned around and stormed away, his black, barrowed, broken, and torn trainers dripping wet as he ran into the rain. Eyes followed the blonde's flee towards the woods, he slumped against a tree and slid to his knees.

Draco didn't understand this feeling, the sickening churn of his stomach, the narrowing of his eyes, the growling that faintly could be heard from his throat as he saw Harry lean forward and place a kiss on one of the Weasly twin's cheeks only for the taller, redhead boy to turn his face so that Harry's lips descended onto his own. The rain started to poor harder as Draco sat in quiet silence. He just didn't understand, slowly he looked up into the rain only a single thought ran through his head as he felt the beginnings of a headache.

'What is wrong with me…'

A/N This is longer then usual, sorry for the wait college english courses are stressful...

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, places, or anything of that nature. They all are JKR's pawns written in her beautiful books entitled Harry Potter