The reason the last 2 chapters were so full of teenage...randomness...is because I figured the rest of the story had been very angsty and wanted a break from that. However, the angst is somewhat back as, contrary to what many thought, Tor is far from gone.

34. One for my Baby

Draco, after showering and making his excuses to Harry and the others about promising to spend time with his Uncle, had left the house and swiftly hurried towards an address scribbled down on a crumpled piece of paper.

He'd lied to Harry, something he'd promised himself at least that he would never do, but as long as the dark haired boy never found out it was okay.

It wasn't as if Draco was about to do a bad thing. He was just doing something that needed dealing with.

He arrived at his destination and pocketed the piece of paper, before straightening his clothes and knocking on the door.

It swung open and the face Draco had been hoping to see appeared.

"What are you doing here?"

Smiling placidly at the boy, Draco replied, "I think you and I need to have a little talk."

It still freaked him out to look at Tor, making him wonder if there was a mirror opposite him. A very cheap, dirty mirror.

Still frowning and making no move to let Draco in, Tor scratched his stomach and asked, "Now why would we need to do that?"

Draco rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed. He was tired and hung over, and it was hot outside. He was not in the mood to be dealing with Tor's smart-ass questions and comments.

"Okay, I can't be bothered to bicker back and forth with you, so I'm going to make it simple. Harry. My boyfriend. Stop trying to get him back 'cause you're not going to."

Tor chuckled. This in itself didn't shock Draco, it was a response he himself would've had. What did surprise Draco was that Tor stepped back and opened the door wider, motioning for Draco to go inside.

"You're right. You and me do need to have a little talk. Clearly you're under some very, very wrong impressions of Harry."

Refusing to let his face show his confusion, Draco entered the house and followed Tor into a large, brightly lit and expensively furnished living room.

"What 'wrong impressions' do I have of Harry?" asked Draco, careful to keep his voice deadpan and uninterested.

Tor chuckled again and flopped unceremoniously into a large, burgundy armchair. "He's not all he appears to be."

Fighting the desperate urge to smile, Draco simply replied, "Believe me, I know."

The other blond shook his head. "I very much doubt you do, or you wouldn't be here telling me to leave him alone. You'd be running for the hills."

"How do you mean?"

"Has Harry ever gotten angry at you?"

"Yes, once, but we sorted it out."

"No, I mean really angry. Furious."

"No, and I have no plans no give him a reason to."

Tor laughed and leant his elbows on his knees, looking intently at Draco. "He doesn't need a reason."

Draco frowned, fear clutching his stomach. "What?"

"He's got a horrible temper does our Harry. He can be fine, very nice and sweet and funny, but sometimes he just...flips."

"Explain 'flips'."

"He starts yelling and throwing things. And then he gets violent." He looked pointedly into Draco's eyes. "Has he ever hurt you?"

Unable to speak, Draco simply shook his head.

Smiling sadly, Tor stood up. "You're lucky."

"W-what are you doing?" stuttered Draco as Tor began taking of his T-shirt.

"Showing you what he's capable of."

Draco gasped as he forced himself to look at Tor. A raised scar, about eight inches long, ran down Tor's flat stomach.

"H-how did that happen?"

"Me and Harry got into an argument over something silly. We were in the kitchen. There was a knife on the side."

He shook his head as if to shake away bad memories and smiled a tiny, morose smile.

"Like I said, don't get him angry."

This chapter is incredibly short, I know, but hopefully it's enough for now.

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