Draco felt like, to be frank, shit. Obviously, McGonagall's words saying to leave alone victims of the war went unheeded. Especially since people didn't believe he had been a victim of the war. They only saw the Dark Mark on his arm, not that he was forced to get it.

These people had taken it upon themselves to punish Draco. Some would just prank him or trip him in the hallways. Others, however, have resorted to hexes and curses. Those are the kind of people that cornered him today.

He was walking from the library to the common room to get some alone time with Harry before dinner when he was cornered on the third floor. They Petrified him, before going on to Stinging hexes, then finally, physically beating him. He healed the most he could, but was too tired to conjure a mirror to heal his face.

So that is how Draco walked into the common room: limping, eye red and swollen, blood flowing out of his nose, a split lip, and a hex mark on his forehead and neck. The people around the fire were laughing, so if Draco was quick enough, he might just get away without—

"Merlin's balls, Malfoy!"

Draco cursed Weasley a million times over in his head.

"What the hell happened to you?" Draco wondered if it was possible for someone's heart to drop into their stomach and speed up. He turned to the owner of the confused and concerned voice, wanting to be anywhere else and in his boyfriend's arms at the same time.

Seeing Harry's shocked face made him want to do anything but keeping up appearances.

"Wha' da' hell do you 'dink happened, Scarhead?" he said reluctantly. The brief flash of hurt in Harry's eyes was enough to twist his insides. He turned away and started to walk towards his and Harry's bedroom when Harry spoke again.

"Wait, Malfoy!" Draco paused to look over his shoulder. "Let someone heal you."

"Do you 'dink I can'd heal myself?"

"No, I'm sure you're perfectly capable, but Healing charms are more effective when someone else casts them." Draco tried to keep his eyes down and away from Harry's green orbs, he really did, but he couldn't not look. He met Harry's eyes, and saw the silent pleading.

"Okay," Draco muttered. He watched the corners of Harry's mouth quirk up, his green eyes lighten a bit, and his chest heave in a silent sigh of relief. "Well?"

"Oh, ah, I'm horrible at Healing charms," Harry said sheepishly. Draco rolled his eyes, and began to turn away.

"Malfoy, come sit." Draco heard Granger's voice call out to him from the couch. She stood and waved her hand towards the seat that she had just vacated. Draco slowly shuffled to the couch. He smirked when Weasley quickly stood up and walked towards the fireplace. Draco plopped down and let out a groan.

"Okay, stay still," Granger said as she observed his face. "Right, it's going to be a cleaning charm first; your face is covered in blood." Draco nodded for her to go ahead. She pointed her wand at his face and narrowed her eyes in concentration. Draco waited for the tickle of a cleaning charm.

"Episkey."

Draco's nose righted itself with a crack.

"Fuck!" Draco cupped his nose with both hands as his eyes started tearing at the burning. "Gods, what the bloody fuck was that?!" Draco folded himself and pushed his hands into the cushion next to him with another groan. He heard Weasley laughing hysterically.

"Oh, stop. I needed you not to flinch, and you didn't, so quit your whining." Draco looked up at Granger. She had a no-nonsense look on her face, but Draco couldn't help but think that she looked a bit smug. "And, sit up; you're going to get blood on the couch."

Draco shot up from the couch and backed away from her. "Oh, fuck no, Granger, you bloody psycho!" He spun around and quickly ran to his and Harry's dorm. He could hear Weasley praising Granger about 'getting one over on Malfoy.'

Draco slammed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. His ankle was smarting and all he could smell was the blood that was covering his mouth and chin.

"Draco?"

"Oh, gods, Harry!" Draco flung himself at the startled man. "Don't you ever leave me in the hands of that woman again!"

"Why? What happened?" Harry put his hands on the side of Draco's face. "Why are you still beat up and covered in blood?"

"Granger is a fucking lunatic, that's why!" Draco yelled. He watched Harry flinch at the volume of his voice. "Sorry."

"It's alright. Come on, to the bathroom." Harry grabbed Draco's hand and led him to the bathroom. Draco stopped when he looked at the bathtub.

It was full to the rim with bubbles. Steam was floating around the room, making it humid. The air smelled of lavender and green apples, no doubt from the oils Harry poured into the water.

"Harry? What's going on?" he asked.

"I just thought you'd like to relax after today." He pulled Draco's hand and guided him to stand next to the bathtub before turning around. "Take off your clothes, and get in the bathtub please."

Draco stared at Harry for a bit before shrugging off his robes. "You know you don't have to turn around," he said as he loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. "We've been together for almost two months."

"Yeah, I know, but let's save the good parts for when we do…you know."

"The good parts?" Draco asked as he popped the button on his trousers.

"You know what I mean, Draco," Harry said with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, I know." He stepped into the warm water and slowly lowered himself down, aware of his sore muscles, and very aware that he was naked in a bathtub with his very attractive boyfriend within reaching distance. "I'm in."

Harry peeked over his shoulder before sitting on the edge of the tub. He grabbed a small white washcloth that was sitting folded on the back of the toilet. After dipping it in the water, he carefully washed Draco's face.

"Do the Sting marks still hurt?" Harry asked when Draco was clear of blood. Draco touched the mark on his neck, grimacing when it smarted. Harry nodded at him before pulling his wand out of his pocket. "Now, hold still. I'll try my best not to fuck this up."

"I trust you," Draco said as he gave him a small smile. Harry smiled back, and Draco closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tiles.

One by one, he felt his wounds tingle as Harry cast a Healing charm on them. First the mark on his neck, then on his forehead; his eye was healed, and when Harry asked him to lift his injured ankle from the water, he did and it was healed. Draco felt his lip tingle before it was kissed gently.

"You're not too bad with Healing charms."

"You give me confidence."

"Thank you, Harry," he whispered, and kissed Harry once more.