A/N: PLEASE READ! Wow, I'm really glad everyone likes this little ficlet so much. I just wanted to say that 1) I know something's are still confusing (like how Harry's pregnant in the first place) and I WILL get to those little mysteries. I'm just going to get to them when I think they should come. 2) I don't know If I already said it but for purposes of this story Sirius is still alive and well. 3) I know Harry seems to be OOC and cry alot but you have to remember he is pregnant and so is bound to be a little more weepy then usual. I have tried to put in bits of "real" Harry characterizations and I hope I succeded because I would hate for him to be completely OOC. I've also tried to keep some of the Slytherin in Draco but considering he's basically comforting Harry obviously that's a little difficult. 4) I have tried to make this (and all my other HP stories for that matter) to sound more British. That is to say when the characters actually talk they sound British. As I am American however I fear I might have failed miserably. (oh, and just so everyone knows Gabe is American but has been in Britain for awhile so his accent and speech are influenced. That's why he seems to be an American throwing in British words at times.) OKAY! Here's Chapter Three: Pain Revealed
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Harry and Draco awoke together in a state of pure bliss. They had fallen asleep and woken up in each other's arms. It had been so long since they had done that. Draco moved his hands through Harry's hair; almost lazily as Harry snuggled up against his lover's firmly toned chest. He began to move his hands around Draco's waist only to stop suddenly and quickly look up at the blond, sensing the quick movements Draco looked down at him.
"What is it love? Something wrong?"
"I-I-I- Draco I can feel your ribs! Why the hell are your ribs practically protruding from for sides?"
"Oh come now, you know I've always had a very defined body structure. It's just the way I am." Draco looked uneasily away from Harry as the Gryffindor began to look at him accusatorily.
"I know that! But I've never been able to define every individual rib! When was the last time you ate?"
"Harry is this really necessary? I mean honestly, I was worried sick. I was bound to loose a tad bit of weight now wasn't I? It's not like I'm the only one you know. Granger's practically a whole size down I'm sure."
"That is beside the point. I'm sure Hermione's not half as bad as you because she's been eating. Now when Draco?" The only answer he got was a slight shrug and an exasperated sigh. When Harry spoke again his tone was one that Draco knew far to well. Anyone who knew Harry knew to take that tone as a warning. "Draco."
"I don't know all right? Awhile I guess." At Harry's shocked expression and the concern in his eyes Draco felt pressed to say more, "I seem to recall Mrs.Weasley forcing something down my throat on Monday."
"Monday? MONDAY? Draco, that's a week ago!" Draco began to shift even more uncomfortably as Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Not last Monday Harry, one before last."
"TWO WEEKS! YOU HAVEN'T EATEN IN TWO WEEKS?"
"Harry, please calm down. I'm sorry all right? Truth be told I haven't done much of ANYTHING since you left. I knew I should have been taking better care of myself I just couldn't bring myself to do anything about it."
"Oh, gods. Draco. My love, my sweet, my heart. I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. This is all my fault. All of it." Once Draco turned his gaze back towards Harry his eyes met with emerald globes brimming with tears. Damn his harmones.
"Harry. Don't. Just stop. None of this blaming yourself anymore. I'm just happy I have you back. To hell with everything else." Draco moved his hands so that he cradled the slightly smaller frame against himself. After Harry had calmed down again and was lazily tracing patterns over Draco's skin the Slytherin asked something that had been bothering him since the night before. "Harry?"
"Mmmm?"
"Since we're on the topic of not taking care of ourselves...That girl. Last night. What did she mean when she asked you if I was the meaning behind you hurting yourself?" Harry shook his head and tried to pull away only to have Draco's hold around him tighten, leaving no room for argument. "Tell me Harry. Have you been hurting yourself?" Harry, head bowed, suddenly ashamed, bobbed his head in affirmance. "Where?" In reply Harry drew his arms back towards himself, away from Draco's waist, putting the two limbs in full view. Draco gasped, he didn't see how he had missed the sight last night even if it was dark!
All across Harry's arms where scars. Long scars, small scars, even scars that made patterns. There were many pale and almost white scars all over Harry's arms but also, Draco was shocked to see, many pink scars, evidence of recent healing and even a multitude of freshly scabbed over cuts. Seeing Draco's utter disbelief and shock Harry drew in on himself; pulling the blanket over his head and thus hiding his arms from view. He was left under the comforter for only a few seconds before Draco pulled it back down.
"Please don't hide from me Harry. I've spent to much time without seeing your face to have it be hidden yet right under my nose."
"You must hate me. You think I'm some sort of pathetic loser that can't even deal with his own problems."
"Harry. How many times do I have to tell you I will NEVER EVER, EVER hate you? I couldn't Harry. I love you far too much for that. You're not pathetic either. You have so many burdens on your shoulders Harry, more then any one person should ever have to bear. I don't think you're a loser, I'm only worried dear heart." Harry was once again gathered into Draco's arms as the blond slowly rubbed his hands up and down his lover's back, effectively soothing him. "Now will you stop with all this self-loathing? I care about you Harry, more then anything else. I want you to be happy and smiling again. I don't like this sullen seeker I see before me. What happened to the heroic champion saving damsels from murky depths?"
"He died" The eyes that met Draco's were not the one's he remembered. These eyes were dull and seemed full of pain; leaving no trace of the sparkling gaze Harry Potter once was known for.
"Oh, Harry. Harry love. Don't think that way. He's still there, well and good inside of you. You only must let him out once more. You've been bottling up things Harry and he's just trying to get passed all that's accumulated inside your heart. But he's there, nonetheless. You need to let go so he can come back and you can be happy again. Let go Harry."
Holding the deadened look of his lover Draco was worried. What if he just tells me to shove off? God, I hope he doesn't. As soon as Harry's eyes focused on Draco's grey one's however he began sobbing once more. He clung to his lover's shoulders as sobs wracked his body and howls of misery escaped him. For his part, Draco simply gathered the golden boy into his lap and gently rocked him, rubbing his back with one hand and having the other move amongst the jet black locks as he whispered words of comfort. Once the fit finally subsided Draco gently held Harry's head away from his shoulder and pulled their lips together.
"Better?"
"I don't deserve you."
"No, you probably don't. Me being the sex God that I am." Draco's eyes glimmered with laughter and he was pleased when Harry hit him playfully on the arm.
"Haha. now come on. I need food as much as you do."
As the two lover's made their way downstairs they heard a loud crash and a very angry voice screaming.
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE YOU SON OF A BITCH! I AM NOT HELPING YOU!"
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Sorry, I know it's kind of a cliffie. I'll try to edit and post the next chappie soon. Please review once you've read this so I know whether this is shite or not. Thankee and love.
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