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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
I am just in such a good mood, I've decided to give you chapter 12 a day early! Don't expect it to happen again though. Just a bit of a warning, this chapter contains another flashback and I suggest you have a box of tissues handy. It made me cry when I re-read it. As with the last four chapter, this was beta'd by Shizumi! I was a little scared for a minute that she wasn't going to get it back to me in time, RL apparently got in her way. But, as the wonderful person she is, she sent it back yesterday so its all good!

If you have the time, please check out my other stories. As always, read, review and enjoy!

"I trust you're feeling better." Dumbledore said as he seated himself in the chair Sirius had vacated.

"Physically, at least." Harry replied as he fidgeted with the corner of his hospital blanket. It wasn't a lie either; his stomach really didn't hurt anymore.

"Ah yes, I suppose the pain in your heart will take much longer to heal." He said softly. Harry nodded dejectedly and curled up for warmth now that he didn't have Draco's body heat next to him.

"I don't want to keep you from your loved ones so I'll just get to the point. I spoke with Ms. Haysley and she gave me a brief overview of what you told her." The headmaster told him. He produced a piece of parchment from his robes and handed it to Harry.

"There is such a thing as Healer-Patient confidentiality but because you were technically not her patient yet, there was nothing stopping her from telling me anything. If you sign that, you will become her patient legally and magically.

"Ms. Haysley won't be able to tell anyone a single word that you speak to her unless given verbal permission by you. Are you comfortable with her, Harry? Or would you prefer to find someone else?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, Emma's fine. I like her and I'd really rather not have to tell another person about it." Harry replied. He glanced down at the form in his hand. "Do you have a quill?"

Professor Dumbledore extracted a small knife from within his robes. "That's not how a magical contract works. It needs a drop of your blood." He stated.

Harry looked at the form again and noticed the reddish-brown drop next to the name; Emma Haysley. He supposed that made sense. "Ok."

"Give me your thumb." Harry held out his hand, palm up, and the headmaster poked the center of the pad of his thumb with the blade. Instantly a bead of the red liquid formed and Harry pressed it to the parchment next to his own name.

In an instant, Harry felt as if he was wrapped in chains before it seemed to sink into his body and the feeling disappeared. He wondered if Emma had felt it too.

"Now then, for the next month, I would you like to meet with Ms. Haysley every Wednesday night at seven o'clock. At the end of the fourth session, the three of us will decide how often you should continue meeting with her. It could stay the same or be reduced but we won't make you see her more often than you like." Dumbledore explained.

"How long will the sessions be?" Harry asked as he handed the contract back to the headmaster. The man rolled the parchment up, tapped it with his wand and the seam disappeared.

Then he put it back in his robe and said, "That is entirely up to you Harry. Ms. Haysley has agreed to clear her Wednesday evenings so she can focus on helping you recover. However, I think there should be a minimum of one hour."

"That's fine." Harry responded.

"Now that that's settled, I'll let you get back to your visit." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling happily. He quickly stood and left the room.

Before the man's robe had even whipped out of sight through the door, Draco was rushing back to Harry's side. "Are you ok, Harry? He didn't say anything to upset you, did he?" The blonde boy asked.

Harry couldn't help but laugh little at Draco's worry. "I'm fine, Draco." He said as he tugged his boyfriend onto the bed. "He just wanted to talk about my sessions with Emma."

"Who's Emma?" Remus asked as he and Sirius sat back down.

"My mind-healer." Harry replied as he got comfortable in Draco's embrace. He quickly explained his session schedule to them.

"Is that really necessary? You seem just fine to me." Sirius said, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Remus.

"Of course it's necessary." The werewolf replied with a slight growl. "Harry has been through a terrible ordeal and needs help to recover."

"But he's got us. And Malfoy apparently." Sirius argued. "Why does someone else have to get involved?"

Remus glared at his black haired lover. "He needs help from a professional. Someone who can see the signs that we can't. Someone he can talk to without feeling judged." He explained. Sirius gave a growl of his own but was interrupted before he could say anything.

"Knock it off!" Came a snarl from the bed. Both men turned their attention to the two boys. Harry's body language made it extremely obvious that their argument was upsetting him. He was curled into Draco's side, the blonde's arms wrapped tightly around him as he shook.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Sirius said with a sigh as he placed a comforting hand on his godson's shoulder. His arm fell back to his side when he didn't get a reply.

Now that the other two had shut up, Draco brought a hand to Harry's exposed cheek and tilted his head up so they were looking at each other. "Are you ok?" He asked softly.

Harry took a shuddery breath. "I… yeah, I'm just tired." He replied.

"You want to go to sleep?"

"Maybe not sleep yet, but I think I'd like to lie down now." He said quietly, giving his godfathers an apologetic look.

Sirius gave Harry a soft smile. "Don't mind us." He said. "We'll leave you alone so you can rest. We need to speak to Dumbledore anyway." He stood up and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Love you, Harry."

"Love you too." He replied with his own smile. Hearing this, Draco had a sudden longing to here those words, in that voice aimed at himself.

At the door, Remus turned back and said, "We'll be spending the night so if you need anything later on, we'll probably be just a few beds down from you." Harry nodded and watched the two men leave.

"Do you want a sleeping potion tonight?" Draco asked after a brief silence.

Harry turned his attention from the door to his boyfriend. "No. I've heard you can become dependant on that stuff if you take too much of it. Merlin knows I've had too much for one life time." He answered with a huff.

"Alright then." Draco gave him a bright smile as he got off the bed. He quickly kicked off his shoes and stripped down to just his shirt and boxers. Harry, already wearing hospital pajamas, scooted down the bed so he was lying down and waited for the blonde boy to re-join him.

Once they were snuggled up under the blankets, Draco took a deep breath to calm his nerves for what he was about to say.

"Harry…" He started softly. "I don't want to upset you, but earlier, when you told us why he did what he did, it seemed like you might have left something out. You don't have to if you don't want to but I'm here if you want to talk about it."

Harry took a deep breath and sighed. "I'll have to tell you about what happened yesterday as well and… I don't know if I'm ready to talk about that yet."

"When you're ready, I'll listen." Draco said quietly and gave the boy in his arms a reassuring squeeze.

To give himself a few seconds to think about it, Harry slid his glasses off and rolled over so he could set them on the nightstand behind him. By the time he was facing Draco again, he decided he was going to have to talk about it eventually, if only with Emma and that telling him would probably, hopefully, make it easier later.

With another deep breath Harry began:

Ron had been giving Harry funny looks all day. It was something akin to confusion but he wasn't entirely sure. All he knew was that it probably meant trouble later on.

As they were headed to potions, their last class of the day, Harry could feel butterflies in his stomach. It was the only class he had with Draco that day and he couldn't wait to see him, even if he couldn't talk to him.

A small smile graced his lips and a second later, there was a sharp pull on his arm. He looked at the hand on his elbow and then glanced up at the face that went with it. In a set of blue eyes, there was anger hidden behind a mask of indifference.

"Are you boys coming?" Hermione asked from a little ways down the corridor as she had just noticed her two friends weren't with her anymore.

Ron looked up and gave her a sheepish smile. "We'll be there in a few minutes, Hermione. Harry and I need to make a quick trip to the loo." He smoothly lied.

"Well all right then." She said with a stern look. "But don't be late. I'm not giving Professor Snape any more excuses for the two of you."

"We'll try." Ron replied with a small laugh. "Come on, Harry." He tugged said boy the opposite way down the corridor in what looked liked was all in good fun, unless you took a look at Harry's face.

Ron nearly dragged him through the quickly emptying corridors until they reached a door that was very familiar to them. Harry inwardly groaned. No one was going to come looking for him in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

The redhead pushed the door open and gave Harry a good shove, knocking him to the floor. Locking the door never even crossed his mind as he stalked toward the cowering boy.

"What is going on with you?" Ron asked as he crouched down to Harry's level.

"N-nothing." Harry stuttered.

"Bullshit!" He smacked Harry across the cheek. "You're never around anymore, especially at meal times. Go and get yourself a boyfriend? Cause if you did, I just might have to kill him." He spat.

"No." Harry replied shortly, hardening his eyes and trying his best to convince the other that it was the truth because it was.

Ron stared at him for a moment and decided Harry wasn't lying. "Good. Now where have you been going instead of the Great Hall?" He grabbed a fistful of dark hair, daring Harry to lie to him.

Before Harry could answer though he continued, "If I had to guess, I'd say you've been sneaking to the kitchens so you could stuff your face in private. You're getting fat." He gave a harsh laugh and poked Harry's protruding stomach.

At once, Ron could feel that something wasn't quite right. The distention was lower and much harder than belly fat should be.

Harry felt his eyes widen in fear when Ron's hand spread across his lower abdomen and pushed on it slightly. He knows, he knows. Oh god, he knows!

"What the fuck?" Ron yelled as he moved to pull Harry's shirt up.

Immediately, Harry's instincts to protect his unborn child kicked in and he shoved Ron away from him as hard as he could. He scrambled away from him, reaching for his wand. His hand found nothing at the same time his back hit a wall.

"Looking for this?"

Harry looked up to see his wand in Ron's hand. "How…"

"When I shoved you to the floor." He replied and nonchalantly tossed the thin piece of wood over his shoulder, far out of Harry's reach. Then Ron was in front of him again only this time, Harry had no way to escape.

"Now, I want you to think very carefully when I ask you this." Ron started as he took hold of Harry's hair again. "Are you pregnant, you little slut?"

When Harry didn't answer right away, there was a painful yank on his hair and he winced. "N-no." He stammered.

Anger was rolling off of Ron in waves. He jumped to his feet and aimed a kick at Harry's navel. "You… lying… little… bitch!" Each word was followed by a swift kick to the abdomen.

"Stop! Please!" Harry shouted with tears streaming from his eyes as he curled his arms around himself in an attempt to protect the life growing inside of him. "You'll kill it." He sobbed.

Ron did stop, but only to catch his breath. "That's kind of the idea." He nastily replied with a sneer that could rival Snape's.

Out of fear, Harry brought his knees to his chest and held them there as tightly as he could. If he had to get beaten within an inch of his life to save his baby, he'd do it. "Please don't." He cried.

"Begging isn't going to help you, Harry. I'm only sixteen. I don't want to be saddled with a kid yet." Ron said as he pulled Harry away from the wall, and kicked him in the side when he landed spread eagle on his stomach.

"Then why don't you just leave us the hell alone?" Harry screamed as he curled up on his side.

Ron knelt next to him and yanked Harry up by the hair so they were looking at each other. "You think I enjoy fucking you, another guy? The only reason I keep coming back to you is because, unfortunately, you're just so much tighter than Hermione, or any another girl." He explained between heavy breaths. "I've also noticed that I can't keep it up without causing a little pain, your fault, by the way. And when I tried getting a little rough with her, she kicked me out of bed!"

He pushed Harry's face into his crotch. "See what you've done, Harry. You've gone and gotten me hard. I guess you'll just have to fix it for me."

As Ron moved one hand to undo his zipper, Harry started struggling and rolled away when he managed to push the other boy off. But before he could get anywhere, a foot connected with his back and he cried out in pain.

Again and again, Ron kicked him anywhere he could reach. Harry kept himself curled up to keep his baby safe even as he screamed in pain. Why couldn't anyone hear him? Why wasn't anyone trying to help him?

Harry pulled his legs tighter to himself and felt something cold pressing into his chest. That was when he remembered the pendant Draco gave him. He reached down his shirt and grabbed the piece of metal, pressing his thumb to the green gem.

It was when he whimpered in pain that he finally realized Ron had stopped kicking him. Harry glanced up to see the redhead standing over him. He had his wand out and was tapping his other palm with it, his face twisted in an ugly smirk.

When Harry tried to move away, Ron slashed his wand through the air and watched as a rip appeared in Harry's robe. He struggled to move faster but he was in too much pain to get very far.

As a last attempt to defend himself, Harry kicked out at the other's shins but it was easily dodged. Then Ron was on him.

Harry felt fresh tears running down his cheeks as Ron slashed at his pants, boxers, and robes. He was hit with an elbow, knee, or fist every time struggled to get away. Where was Draco? He said he'd stop Ron, said he'd do anything to protect Harry. Had it all been a lie?

After what felt like an eternity, Ron stood up and Harry could feel that he was left with only his shirt on. He knew what was coming next and he watched in fear as Ron undid his pants, pulled out his cock, and started stroking it.

Harry looked past Ron when he saw movement. Standing in the door, frozen in horror, was Draco. He watched as the blonde's face contorted into rage before pulling the redhead away…

"You know what happened next." Harry said quietly, his face nearly pressed into Draco's shoulder.

Draco shuddered in anger and disgust. "I should have killed him." He stated fiercely.

"No, I'm glad that you didn't. If you had, they might have shipped you off to Azkaban. What use would you be to me if you were in prison?" Harry whispered and then yawned.

"He kept abusing you just because he couldn't get off with Granger. He deserves to die." His voice laced with anger.

Harry lifted his head so he could see Draco's face. "I never said he didn't. I said I'm glad you didn't." He said with a small smile and another yawn.

"I think it's time to go to sleep now." Draco said as he pulled the blanket tighter around them.

"Yeah, sleep sounds nice." The brunette whispered as he snuggled into the warm body holding him. He fell asleep quickly to the sound of the blonde's heartbeat.

I went back and edited chapter 7 a bit because I couldn't make how Harry originally described what happened fit. I liked this better.

In chapter 10 I stated that there was going to be about 20 chapter in this story, that has changed. I went through what I have planned in my head and bits I have written that aren't completed chapter yet and have decided that there will most likely be 18 chapters. Plus an epilogue or a one-shot sequel, I haven't decided yet. Once this story is finished, I will never again set an update schedule unless its a completed story. Its too much pressure.
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