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Face Down	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Found
- 2-First Time
- 3-Friends?
- 4-Closer
- 5-Again
- 6-Holiday Gifts
- 7-Too Far
- 8-Loss
- 9-Gain
- 10-Coping
- 11-With Love
- 12-Recovering
- 13-Date
- 14-Willing
- 15-Consenting
- 16-Enjoying
- 17-Expecting
- 18-Parting Ways
- 19-Rescue
- 20-Epilogue
- 9
- 10
- 11
And here is chapter 10! The story may be going a bit slow for a while from here on out and I apologize a head of time for that. Also, I'm sorry for the lack of smut. There WILL be smut! Eventually... Actually, I already have two chapters of smut written, 14 and 15 are both smutty! Now that I'm so far into the story, I'm think there will be about twenty chapters. Possibly less but certainly not more. I've actually cut out a chapter. I was having trouble with what chapter 14 was supposed to be and because I hadn't written any of it yet, I've decided to just skip it. It's not an important chapter anyway. Maybe some day I'll write it as a side-shot or something. Also, I've mentioned this in a a/n before but just in case I end up not mentioning it in the story, Harry defeated Voldemort in the graveyard his fourth year and there were no horcruxes. So deal with it! So anyway... here is more aftermath of the "event". You all know what it is. You know the usual, read, rate, review, and enjoy!!!! EDIT, about an hour after I posted: I'm such an airhead!!! I'm sorrry Shizumi I forgot to thank you for your wonderful Beta skills!!! I send you cookies and hugs!!! I hope everyone else does too!!!

A thick silence filled the air once the house elf had gone.

Draco turned towards the morose brunette. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t come back if you don’t want him to.” He said quietly.

“It’s ok.” Harry mumbled and buried his face in his knees.

The young Malfoy frowned at his boyfriend of nearly twelve hours. He didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do now. He’d never seen anyone so depressed. For now all he could really do was be there for Harry and hope it was enough.

“Wingardium leviosa.”

Harry looked up to see the breakfast tray floating in front of him. He glanced up at Draco and then turned his face away from him. “I’m not hungry.” He said softly.

“You have to eat something.” The other said as he picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.

“I don’t know if I can keep anything down right now.” Harry whispered.

“Just try, please?” Draco asked and then took another bite of toast.

Stubbornly, Harry grabbed the piece of toast from Draco's own mouth and took a big bite out of it. “Happy?” He asked with his mouth full.

Draco swallowed his bite. “If you finish that, then yes.” He replied and picked up a new piece.

Slow, Harry finished the piece of toast and managed to eat half of another before the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

“I gotta go.” Draco said as he stood up and then slung his bag over his shoulder. He looked down at the miserable Harry. Then he leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as my last class is over, I promise. Sooner if I can manage.” He said quietly.

“Ok.” Harry said sadly. He really didn’t want Draco to leave right now but he did have to go to class. He watched the blonde leave the hospital wing and just stared at the door for a few minutes after he left.

Half an hour after Draco left for class, the door creaked open again. The brunette looked up from his arms to see Professor Dumbledore walking in.

“Good morning, Harry.” The old man said as he sat in a seat next to Harry's bed.

“Good morning, professor.” He quietly replied.

“How are you feeling?” Dumbledore asked.

“Terrible.” Harry said shortly.

The headmaster smiled a little and said, “I suppose you don’t feel much like talking.”

“Not really professor.” He said with a sigh.

“That’s ok Harry. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. But there is someone I would like you to talk to.” He said and gestured to the door. A woman wearing a gray muggle skirt suit and glasses with blonde hair up in a loose bun walked in.

“Hello Harry.” She said kindly as she walked over to them. “I’m Healer Emma Haysley. You can call me Emma.” She held out her hand for him to shake but he didn’t move. “Right.” She awkwardly pulled her hand back.

“Ms. Haysley is a mind-healer Harry. She’s here to talk to you about what happened and help you through it.” Professor Dumbledore said as he stood up. “I sincerely hope she can help you heal.” He offered Emma his chair before leaving them alone.

“First of all Harry, I would like you to know that Professor Dumbledore contacted me last night and gave me the basics of what happened. He would like me to come see you at least once a week depending on how I feel you’re progressing. I hope you’re alright with that.” Emma explained.

Harry nodded his understanding.

“Also, we don’t have to talk about anything that’s happened right now. We’ll get to that later. Now, we can talk about anything you’d like. Do you have any questions for me?” She asked.

He looked at her and thought for a moment. “Why are you wearing muggle clothes?”

“Ah yes, that’s generally the first thing people ask me. I am a muggle-born witch and I find muggle clothing much more comfortable than robes.” Emma replied happily.

“I-I don’t have anything else...” Harry said quietly and hugged his knees.

“Well, if it’s alright with you Harry, why don’t we just get right into it?” She asked softly.

Again, Harry nodded and said, “Yeah, I just want to get it over with.”

“When you’re ready then, just start from the beginning.” She said considerately.

Again Harry nodded. He was quiet for a few minutes as he tried to think of where he wanted to start.

“I met Ron Weasley on… on my first day of school, on the train ride here.” Harry slowly started. “We were best friends for three years or at least… I thought we were.”

Harry then told her of the first time Ron had hit him and the first time he was raped by him. It took a lot longer to tell Emma than it did to tell Draco.

By the time Harry finished, he was speaking very quietly and was on the verge of tears. It had taken everything he had in him not to cry.

“I think we’re done for today.” Emma, no longer smiling, said once he’d finished telling that part of the story.

“Ok.” Harry said simply. He was glad; he really didn’t feel like talking anymore. “When do I have to talk to you again?”

“I think once a week will be fine. You seem like a very resilient young man, Harry.” She said with a kind smile. “Which makes me wonder, is there anyone else who already knew about all this, someone who’s been trying to help you?” She asked.

Harry smiled a little. “Yeah. My… my boyfriend, Draco.” He replied.

“You’re gay, Harry? Dumbledore never mentioned that.” Emma said and then added, “Did you know you were gay before or after this all started?”

“Before.” Harry answered quickly, “And I don’t think Dumbledore knows.”

“Right. Well Harry, it was really nice meeting you. I will talk to Professor Dumbledore and work out an appointment schedule with him.” She said and held out her hand for him to shake again. This time he lightly took it.

“Good bye Harry.”

“Bye.” He said back.

As Emma was leaving the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey walked in with a tray of food for him. She set it down and went about checking him over again.

Harry had to admit that he was a little hungry now. He picked at most of it but took a few bites of everything and nearly finished the mashed potatoes.

When he was done eating, the medi-witch cleared the tray and left with it and the one from breakfast.

Not five minutes after she left, the door opened, again. Harry was getting annoyed with all the visitors.

“Harry!” A female voice exclaimed. He snapped his attention to the closing door to see Hermione running to him. She gave him a quick hug and sat down next to him.

“What happened, Harry? Why are you in the hospital-wing ? And where’s Ron?” She asked in one breath. “I only found out you were here because Ferret-Face told me.” She added, her voice disdainful at the nickname.

“Don’t call him that!” Harry said angrily.

The frizzy-haired brunette was taken aback. “I’m… sorry Harry. I didn’t know you cared so much.” She said in confusion. “So, what happened?”

Harry sighed. “I really, really don’t feel like talking about it.” He said softly.

“Well, where’s Ron?” She asked next.

At the second mention of his abuser’s name, Harry pretty much shut down. He brought his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, buried his face there and tried not to cry.

“What did I say?” Hermione asked, once again confused. She tried to comfort him but it didn’t seem to help any.

Draco opened the door to the infirmary to see Harry curled up and Hermione failing miserably at making him feel better.

Harry looked up when he felt the bed dip on the opposite side from Hermione. The knees of his pajama pants were wet where he had been silently crying.

“I give you five minutes to be alone with him and you reduce him to tears, Granger. What did you say to him?” The blonde asked as he started to comfortingly rub his back. The witch failed to notice Harry immediately start to calm down.

“What are you even doing here, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, ignoring his question.

“Clearly I’m doing a better job than you at making him feel better.” Draco stated.

Hermione looked down at Harry to see he had stopped crying and that his head was resting comfortably on Draco's shoulder.

“Am I missing something?” She asked, confused again.

“Obviously.” Draco snorted.

Harry elbowed him and said, “Be nice. She’s my friend.”

“I’m sorry, Harry, but you thought Weasel was your friend too.” He said caringly.

“What do you mean Harry ‘thought’ Ron was his friend? Ron is his best friend.” Hermione scathingly said to the blonde.

Again Harry broke down.

“What is going on? Why does he do that every time I mention Ron?” Hermione asked, getting angry about not knowing what Draco evidently did.

Draco coaxed Harry into looking at him for a second. “Do you want me to tell her?” He asked softly. Harry nodded.

A steely gaze locked onto Hermione’s face. “Harry's so called ‘best friend’ has been beating and raping him for more than two years.” He said as delicately as he could so as not to upset Harry anymore.

“What?! No that’s not possible. Ron and I have been… all year and… no, no he wouldn’t do that.” Hermione said, trying to work out how it could be even remotely possible.

Harry turned his head toward Hermione and looked her in the eye. She could see the pain in them and knew it to be true.

“Oh Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She said sadly.

“It’s ok Hermione. There was no way you could have.” Harry said with a sad smile.

Hermione suddenly looked disgusted. “I can’t believe I let him touch me! This explains so much…” She trailed off and sprang from her seat. “I’m sorry Harry but I have to go. I’ll come back later. I promise.”

“Where do you suppose she’s going?” Harry asked as the door shut behind her.

“The library?” Draco joked, then added, “No, if Granger’s half as smart as she seems, she’s going to scrub herself inside and out.”

Harry smiled sadly. He knew how it felt to be violated and no amount of soap, water, potions, or spells could make you feel clean again. He voiced these thoughts when Draco asked him what he was thinking.

Draco stayed with Harry through the rest of lunch. All too soon though, the bell rang and the blonde reluctantly left Harry sitting there, alone, again.

Look at that, finally some Hermione! She'll be making another appearance in the next chapter as well as a couple others! Emma Haysley is my OC. I invented her several months ago and haven't had the chance to use her until now.
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