Title:
Scarred Prejudice
Rating: R unless otherwise
stated
Category: Romance/Angst/FLUFF
Pairing:
Harry/Draco
Summary: Due to the course of mysterious events
Draco was never seen or heard of after fifth year. Now, seven years
later, Harry, a very successful owner of a financial firm finds him
on the street, being chased by suspicious men and bleeding into
unconsciousness. Unable to leave him alone, Harry takes Draco into
his care, but to his surprise, the blond has become a very
submissive, introvert character that can't remember the seven years
of his disappearance. Seized by determination Harry refuses to let
Draco forget, but there is always a price to pay for everything.
Dominant!Harry, ReallySubmissive!Draco, so beware!
A/N:
First and foremost, many hugs and kisses to Dream Weaver :) And of
course, hugs and kisses to my readers also! Thank y'all for reading!
(I thought I was hallucinating when I saw the reviews I got for the
prologue... I mean, it's the prologue! No one cares! But you guys
did, and I thank you so much :D) That's all. Read on,
people!
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Chapter 1 - A Blooming Flower on the Edge of my Sanity
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Waking up felt like surfacing from the water, Draco subconsciously thought as he jerked up from the bed and let out a terrified scream.
In a matter of seconds the door to the right of him crashed open and in came a very flustered man.
"What's going on?" the stranger asked, green eyes looking around the room in alarm as he walked closer to the bed.
Draco looked at him curiously, a familiar emotion settling in his heart. It felt like he had seen this person before, long ago, when he wasn't...
Abruptly tears began falling from his eyes, and unable to do anything to stop them Draco could only let them flow.
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Harry was shocked and a bit scared when he saw Draco crying. The situation was getting stranger and stranger. Draco Malfoy in his room... crying...
"Um, hey," Harry said awkwardly, sitting down on the bed. Vaguely he saw Draco flinch, but dismissed it as a natural reaction for someone in an unfamiliar environment. "Er..." Harry mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but the last time he tried to comfort someone, she had slapped his face and run away. Harry grimaced. If Draco slapped him now, he wasn't sure if he would be kind enough not to strike back.
So not knowing what to do, Harry just sat there and let him cry.
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Eyes raw and throat sore, Draco gratefully accepted Harry's cup of water with a quiet thank you, in which Harry replied with a startled look of disbelief.
Sitting down next to the bed, Harry had a better view of Draco now. Last night, when he took Draco home, he was too busy fixing his injuries up to really notice anything, but now, in the bright daylight, it was the first time Harry took a good look at him in seven years.
Draco didn't look as if he had changed much. His figure was still like that of a sixteen year old boy; small and slender. His face was as pale as ever, but the sharp point of his chin had disappeared, causing him to lose the arrogance he once carried. There was something off about him, Harry thought with a quiet disconcerting feeling, as if this was someone else with Draco's face. The old smirk that had always been present on his face had gone, replaced by unsmiling lips that made him look unusually timid, but the most visible change was his eyes.
Draco's eyes used to be hostile and sneering, like the cold water of the lake in the winter, but now... now they were like eyes of a frightened, wild animal that had been tamed in the cruelest ways. Harry found that, to his embarrassment, that he liked these eyes very much; they were like pools of unicorn's blood that shone in the moonlight of a very dark night. He had long eyelashes that would cast barely noticeable shadows on his cheeks whenever he blinked, and upon those lovely silver orbs were delicate, gentle eyebrows that gave him a look of youthful innocence. And his hands, so slender...
Harry was beginning to feel very stupid as he sat there admiring his ex-rival. "So where have you been all this time?" he asked, trying to distract himself.
Draco looked up from his cup to Harry, genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"
Harry was a bit irritated at Draco's expression. What is up with him? "Don't play with me, Malfoy, you know what I mean, disappearing for seven years and then suddenly appearing with men chasing after you. Did you make enemies while living out here? It wouldn't surprise me."
Draco's eyes widened, and then his lips trembled. "But I would never... I didn't..." Tears brimmed in his eyes, threatening to spill.
Harry was very disturbed at this point. Just yesterday he was living alone, unhappy but at peace, and today he was faced with a crying Draco Malfoy. Is this some kind of trick fate's playing on me? "I'm sorry! Stop crying already!" Harry said, rather panicky, and raised his hand to pat Draco on the head.
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Draco stiffened when Harry's hand came into contact with him, but he didn't dare move away. Something in his head told him that he might get hurt, if he rejected this person's touch.
But the warmth flowing from the man's hand was comforting and kind, and his attitude was that of benevolence, not of harm. He felt strangely dizzy, and slowly his tears faded away.
When Draco looked up at the stranger before him, taking in the vivid green eyes and untidy black hair, he was very sure he had seen this person before, he couldn't quite place where...
"May I ask you a question?" Draco asked uncertainly, his voice soft and undemanding.
Stunned into silence, Harry could only nod.
"Have we ever met before?" The honest curiosity in his voice made Harry stare at him.
Unnerved by Harry's stare, Draco flushed deep red and looked away. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..."
"Er... um... it's okay..." Harry said, turning a bit pale. Rubbing his temples tiredly Harry looked back at Draco, marveling at the way the blond looked in the sunlight. Compared to before, this Draco was much more... pretty... and rather fragile looking.
"Alright," Harry finally said. "So do you mean to say that you don't remember me?"
Draco shook his head, in a way that was almost apologetic. Harry fervently hoped not. It would be so much easier if Draco were wicked and mean like when they were at Hogwarts. At least then Harry would know what to do. Now, from the way things were looking, Harry didn't think he'd be able to figure out what was going on.
"My name is Harry Potter," Harry said, pushing his bangs away from his forehead to reveal his scar. "Ring any bells?"
Draco squinted slightly at the lightning bolt scar. "May I?" he asked, raising his fingers hesitantly.
"Go ahead."
When Draco's fingers touched his forehead, Harry couldn't help but give a little shiver. It felt oddly pleasant, like a cool breeze on a summer night.
"I think I might remember..." Vaguely Harry heard Draco speak, and quickly returned from his reverie. Draco was looking at him earnestly, and Harry was suddenly ashamed of the thoughts that had been flying through his head.
"What do you remember?" Harry asked, a bit hoarsely, then cleared his throat. What was wrong with him?
"Aren't you very famous? Harry Potter... you... I..." Draco said and then paused. All of the sudden his breaths became laboured, and with a wild desperation in his eyes Draco clasped his hands to his head.
Harry began to worry. The blond was mumbling nonsense under his breath, seeming as if he was hyperventilating. Worry turned into panic, and with an air of confused panic Harry grabbed Draco's arms. "Ma - Draco! Snap out of it!" Harry yelled, but it only seemed to frighten Draco even more, and he struggled violently against Harry's hold, screaming as if Harry was about to murder him.
"Draco! Draco!" Harry pulled him into his arms, one hand cradling his head, but Draco didn't stop screaming, nor did he cease his struggling, and with a desperate "Goddamnit!" he kissed Draco hard on the mouth.
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Draco was shocked into silence.
For the very first time in his life, someone had kissed him, and very forcefully, too. He could feel Harry's tongue pushing past the slight parting of his lips, feel Harry tip his head upwards to deepen the kiss, could feel Harry pressing close to him. Flashes of lights fleeted through his head, and Draco closed his eyes, finally calming down.
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Harry didn't even notice that Draco had ceased his terrified screams, so absorbed that he was in the heat that was radiating from the blond. He had never known it would feel this wonderful, kissing Draco. It vaguely occurred to Harry that kissing Draco was like drinking the most exotic wine, and he was getting drunk on its exquisite taste.
Draco was not resisting, Harry hazily realized, but his rational thoughts were chased away as he kissed Draco once again, sweeping his tongue across the swollen lips. He was sure that he could never get enough of this...
"Mhmm..." Draco gasped, breaking away from Harry, who watched as the flustered blond pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and stared at him in bewilderment.
Harry turned red. "Erm... maybe I should go get you something to eat," he suggested and quickly ran out of the room, leaving Draco even more bewildered than he was before.
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Harry sat and watched Draco among the pillows and blankets of his bed, deep asleep. If yesterday someone had told him he was going to sit here and admire how angelic and young Draco looked when he slept, then he would have blown a hole right through their head for the disturbing image.
But the image wasn't so disturbing right now, Harry thought as he swept Draco's hair away from his face with a smile. The Draco now was completely and pleasantly different from the old one. He was... delicately breathtaking, like a clear rose made of glass glittering in the snow in the wild, or a crystal embedded on white plate of marble. Either way, Harry was very much taken with him.
Harry trailed a finger down that soft, pale creamy cheek and mused on how his thoughts had taken a different turn. Didn't he use to hate Draco before? Of course, the boy who had made the first five years of his life at Hogwarts as difficult as possible, who wouldn't hate him? But it felt so petty to carry on hating Draco, who barely remembered his past, who must have been through terrible things that had shaped him into the way he was now. Frowning, Harry recalled the reaction Draco gave at human contact. He'd cowered away from it, as if he was a frightened rabbit that was abused over and over again by cruel hands.
A rabbit, eh? Harry wondered, smiling quietly when Draco let out a soft moan and buried himself deeper under the blankets. Harry had ordered this bed made to his liking: king-sized, very soft and comfortable, with the sheets made of the most expensive fabric and the blankets embroidered in the most intricate designs. It was also charmed with the Relaxation and Dreamless spells, courtesy of Hermione, when Harry told her, or rather, she forced it out of him, that he still had nightmares of Voldemort and on top of that, his job was beating him down. Harry felt a bit cheerful thinking of her. Despite his choice in career, she was still very supportive and she never judged, which was more than he could say to other people. Shaking his head, Harry returned his thoughts to the blond that occupied his bed.
Something must surely have happened, Harry concluded after observing Draco for a while. For once, Draco hit puberty sooner than Harry and was taller than him when he left school. Now, he looked as if he'd shrunk, not grew, and Harry could easily outdo him in both size and height. Or maybe, Harry thought wryly, I just grew a lot after joining the Auror training and had the worst and best years of my life.
Harry smiled bitterly at the many memories that rushed through his head. If only he could go back in time...
At that moment the bell ran, indicating that someone was at the door.
With one last look at Draco Harry left the room and went to see his guest.
"Hello, Severus," Harry said before he even saw the person. "You have impeccable timing."
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Chapter 2 - In the Silence of Our Pasts
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