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Firework	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Title: Firework

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: LuciusxSeverus, mentions of past/unrequited NarcissaxRegulus, one-sided HarryxDraco?, mentions of TedxAndromeda

Summary: A little AU after the First Task for all his apparent forgiveness of Ron for abandoning him, he's incapable of forgetting. The Triwizard Tournament forced Harry to grow up and changed the way he looked and things as well as what he focused on. Complete AU from the day of the Third Task. Harry doesn't want to participate in the Tournament; he has said he has no wish to win. What happens when he refuses to search for the Triwizard Cup?

A/N: The title is in reference to the song by Katy Perry. If fit the story so well when it came on the radio after I took a dinner break while writing. Prior to that song playing this fic had no name. Its just a random story idea that I couldn't shake but it seems to be shaping into a nice storyline.

For delia cerrano- who may be pushy but she is a faithful reader whom I appreciate.

Chapter 19- Scars, truth and revelations

Draco’s heart twisted, since Weasel attacked Harry with the knife he refused to leave his bed. Especially, after he had seen his face in the mirror.

Nurse Pomfrey had assured Granger and himself that though the scars would lighten they would never fully disappear though they could be hidden with a Glamour.

Granger immediately ran to the library, her bushy hair covering her scar to find everything she could about Glamours. A very feminine thing to do…

Himself on the other hand, he saw the scars as a badge of honour. He acquired them defending his Harry.

His Harry? Suddenly, everything fell into place. Draco’s obsession with Harry Potter, his keen interest in his likes and dislikes. Now he realized the reason he was fighting for Potter so much was that he desired him…

It didn’t matter that Harry’s beautiful face was covered in formerly red scars that were whitening…

Or that one of his emerald eyes was ruined, Weasel had accidentally, for Draco refused to believe it was on purpose, sliced through Harry’s left eye.

Draco saw the shy, kind person Harry had always been. The purity and beauty of his heart…

He slipped into the wing at Malfoy Manor that Harry shared with Remus and then into the boy’s room. He opened the door, shutting it behind him as he called out softly, “Harry?”

“Go ‘way.” Came a strangled voice that sounded raspy with weeping.

“No.” Draco said quietly.

A pillow was awkwardly thrown in the direction of his voice but fell short.

Draco sighed, the room was pitch black and it was hard to see, “Harry, please.”

“I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want to have anyone here. Just go…please…” begging…

Draco unbuttoned his shirt after removing his jumper, whispering, “Lumos,” to his wand, “Look at me. I have scars from Weasel too; I’m not ashamed of them. I earned them.”

XoooooX

Harry whimpered, “Earned them? You were hurt because of me. You should hate me. Everyone should hate me.”

“Why?” same the soft reply.

“Because of me, your face is ruined.”

There came a laugh, “Ruined? I think it improves my looks. Gives me a roughish air. After fifteen years of beauteous perfection, one small slice in my cheek won’t make me ugly.”

“The wound on your chest…it bled a lot…”

“Merlin Harry, you worry too much it was a mere scratch. Look.”

Harry peeked over the covers.

Draco’s scars didn’t look bad. Not like his.

The most damage to his face he ever received was something they really could explain away. Like when he ‘tripped’ and went face first into a door, a wall or the floor.

Below the shoulder bruises and the like were easier to hide…

He closed his eyes, whispering, “Why does he hate me so much? What did I do to deserve this?” tears only fell from his right eye, since his left was ruined beyond even magical aid.

XoooooX

Draco sat on the bed, reaching to cradle Harry’s face in his hands and tilting it up. “You did nothing. For some reason Weasel must have gone mad.”

“Don’t look at me!” Harry said trying to cover his face with his hands.

Draco caught the Gryffindor’s hands, “Don’t hide from me. Never hide from me. You think a few scars will make me hate you? You think I could blame you for something Weasel did? That would mean he won.” He pulled Harry closer, whispering, “He must not be allowed to win.” He shyly pressed his lips to Harry’s. Sure he’d kissed Pansy before but he felt cold, as if he could feel nothing. Thus he’d sent her to bed after the Yule Ball rather then taking her back to his room. Only to discover his dormmate Greg had a girl there. As for Blaise well, who knew where he went. The half Italian, half Basque wizard was an enigma, just when you thought you had him figured out, he surprised you.

Kissing Harry was like flying, his heartbeat so fast it was like he was chasing a snitch.

XoooooX

Harry’s ‘good’ eye flew open in shock; Draco was kissing him? He moaned, please don’t let this be a dream. It had to be…why would Draco want him now? He was ruined…ugly…a real freak…

XoooooX

Draco kissed him harder, licking the boy’s lips, “Harry…” letting those small hands go and pulling him practically in his lap. “Mine. I’ll fight to protect you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. If they try to touch you or hurt you, I’ll hurt them. You’re mine.”

XoooooX

Draco’s words and possessive tone had Harry’s heart pounding in his ears. Draco said he was his? That’d he’d protect him? It couldn’t be true…no one could want him. He looked like a monster or at least as ugly as Mad-Eye Moody.

Harry wanted to believe Draco wanted him…because he loved him. “I’m yours? Why?” he had to know…

XoooooX

Draco heard the pain and longing the boy’s words, “Because I want you…”

There was a breathless gasp.

“I…love…you…” Draco stammering. He’d sworn never to say it lest he meant it and he did.

XoooooX

Harry heard Draco’s words, he gasped, “You…can’t…”

XoooooX

Draco kissed him harder, “I do. Mine.”

XoooooX

“Don’t pity me…” Harry mumbled.

“I couldn’t pity you. You need a rock. Let me protect you. Lean on me. Trust me.”

“I can’t…but I want to.”

XoooooX

Draco lay back holding Harry, “You can. I’ve never lied to you. I want you to be strong. Yet I’ll still block a knife for you. Say it. Tell me the truth. You love me. You want me. It was the one true thing Weasel said wasn’t it?”

XoooooX

Harry swallowed, “Yes.”

XoooooX

“Yes what?” Draco whispered as he pressed gentle kisses to each scar.

XoooooX

“I…love you…” Harry said so quietly it was almost inaudible.

XoooooX

Draco kissed him soundly, “I knew it. I just wanted…had to hear it. I can’t heal them but I can hide them.”

“How?” came the whisper, “I’m already wearing a glamour…”

Draco blinked, “What? Why?”

XoooooX

“You don’t think these are my only scars do you?” Harry said quietly.

XoooooX

Draco stared at Harry, the boy’s one good eye glittering like an emerald chip in the light from his wand. “What do you mean?” how badly and how often had he been hurt? He was sure no amount of scars could change how he saw him.

XoooooX

Harry said in a small voice, “There is the scar from the basilisk fang. A couple of deep scratches from the Whomping Willow when we crashed the Ford Anglia. I had tea and coffee burns from when they threw it at me. I’ve been pushed into the stove a time or two.” His eyes shut as he rocked a bit.

XoooooX

Draco gasped but hugged him as he gently kissed the eyelid marked with the scar from one of Weasel’s knives. “Show me? I have to see.”

“You’ll hate me. You’ll think I’m ugly.”

“Never.” Placing hand over Harry’s wildly beating heart, “This is where it matters. You’re beautiful…”

XoooooX

“Don’t tease.” Harry said hiding his head.

“Never,” was the reply breathed in his hair. “I’ve never lied to you. Please, if only for just me. Don’t hide Harry. Please.”

Harry sighed, summoning his now half useless glasses and putting them on. He slid off Draco’s lap, tugging him towards the en suite bathroom. “Come on then.” His head tilted so his hair shielded his face from sight.

XoooooX

Draco shyly held the younger teen’s hand, letting him lead.

Once they were alone and shut in the bathroom, did he bring the hand to his lips kissing the knuckles.

XoooooX

Harry sighed almost content before shyly tugging at his hand, “I…need it…”

It seemed reluctantly released.

Slowly, shyly did he undress, the air around him seemed to shiver a bit. Then his magic that hovered round his form was drawn inside him.

His head bowed, using his hair to hide the scars marring his face.

XoooooX

“Don’t.” Draco said quietly, “You don’t need to hide. You did nothing wrong. Just adjust your glamour and you don’t have to see them.” His voice stopped, the air forced out of his lungs.

Just below Harry’s right elbow was a large splash burn, its skin a darker shade. Another scald mark seemed to cover most of Harry’s chest. There were circular scars on the palms of Harry’s hand.

Draco was appalled, how anyone could do this…

His voice shook with anger and sorrow “Turn…please?”

The shaking boy moved to cover himself but not before Draco saw.

The brown skin, from his feet to his groin looked like he’d been dropped in a pot of boiling water and held in. Only his knees weren’t burned…

His eyes snapped up to see a fan like pattern on Harry’s outside left shoulder, covering the younger teen’s shoulders were circular burns.

He reached out to touch them, “What are these?”

“Before the doctor made Uncle Vernon quit he used to smoke cigars. When I was younger he would use me to put them out. It only burned for a minute…” was the soft reply.

“And this?” Draco said turning one of Harry’s hands, there was a scar shaped like an hourglass, “What did this come from?”

“Dudley. He knocked me down and ran over my hand with his bike. I let out a cry. He put on the front brakes but kept pedaling.”

Draco swallowed, “You never saw a Muggle healer did you?”

Harry shook his head, “No. The Dursleys were afraid the marks would be suspicious so they were careful where they hurt me. Once Aunt Petunia was so angry she threw bars of soap in a pillowcase and used it to hit me. Another time she caught me reading. Screaming she chased me with the book, it hitting me wherever she could land a blow.”

Draco gently brushed the scars, “I’m sorry they hurt you. There is no excusing it.” He kissed the scald burn below the elbow, the circular puncture from the fang, the fan-shaped burn, the cigar burns and the splash burn to his chest. He lifted Harry’s chin and kissed him, “None of this it your fault. Remember that. These aren’t something to be ashamed of. You’re still here. These are victories. They hurt you yes but you didn’t kill yourself.”

Harry clearly hadn’t showered since before Weasel attacked him.

Draco had with Remus cleaned him, he kissed him again, butterfly soft, “Let me take care of you…”

XoooooX

Harry said quietly, “How?”

“How much feeling do you have?”

“Pain and pressure on most of the burns…why?”

XoooooX

Draco smiled, “I want to show you what a real bath is like.” His hands slowly running up and down Harry’s arms.

The boy shook, “No bath. Please? I’ll be good….”

Draco hugged him, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll let you decide how warm the water will be. I’ll even get in first. I promise, you’re safe with me.”

XoooooX

A bath? NO! The thought of one almost made him lose control of his bladder. He tried to remember this was Draco…Draco wouldn’t hurt him. The tap in the bathtub turned on, a puddle of urine formed between his feet.

XoooooX

Draco was struck with the warm splash of urine. He blinked Harry was that frightened? He kissed his neck, face, and hands, “You’re safe. If they frighten you that badly I promise I won’t make you take one. Although I’ve been told they can be sexually exciting…”

Harry seemed to shiver in his arms.

“You’re safe. Is a shower alright them?”

XoooooX

Harry swallowed, “Wasn’t hurt in showers. Just the bath…” he had a difficulty maintaining an erection because of the scald to his genitals. He still couldn’t believe Draco could look at his scarred, ruined body without disgust….

XoooooX

Draco turned on the shower, which resembled a tropical rain shower, which made sense that was a Wizarding shower. He undressed, removing his shoes after banishing the urine on the floor before stepping out of his trousers and socks. Lifting the boy up he carried him inside the shower.

XoooooX

Harry giggled blushing, “No underwear?”

The older boy smirked, “I like tight pants and I hate underwear lines. Besides, the admiring stares and open imagining of what I look like makes it more enjoyable.”

Harry rest his scarred cheek on Draco’s chest, scar to scar, inflicted by the same person. Draco’s heart beat like music…

XoooooX

Draco reached for the gentle cleansing potions pouring some in his hand and gently rubbing it into the tiny teen’s body. Silently caressing and memorize each scar, “Coffee?” he asked touching the scald on Harry’s chest.”

“Yeah.”

Draco pressed soft kisses to each cigar burn, “To mar your beautiful body because of hate…and to think I made you feel more pain…”

XoooooX

Harry shivered, the gentle washing caresses felt like being tickled with grass when one walked through the fields at The Burrow.

Thinking of The Burrow hurt because of Ron’s betrayal…

XoooooX

Draco lifted Harry’s chin kissing him again as he wrapped his arms around the smaller teen’s waist. After all Harry’s head didn’t even come up to his collarbone, at fifteen Draco was already five feet, nine inches while Harry was a good four inches shorter. So he had to lean over to capture Harry’s lips.

Harry’s prick twitched against his thigh, which made his own harden against the teen’s stomach.

Draco pinched Harry’s nipple and was rewarded with a gasp and more pressure on his thigh. “Like that?” he asked before deep kisses.

Harry looked up at his remaining perfect emerald eye wide with shock as he whispered, “Yes…”

Draco smirked, picking him up, “Wrap your legs around me…”

Harry looked a bit surprised but did as he was told.

Draco captured his lips again, holding him securely around the waist, breaking the kiss only to say in a lust deepened voice, “Arms around my neck.” Reaching between them to stroke them together as he kissed the teen he held close.

XoooooX

Harry held on tight to Draco, arms around the Slytherin’s neck and thighs around the other’s hips. He groaned into the kiss as he felt the strong hand press his prick to Draco’s and move. Oh Merlin, he never felt anything like this. He couldn’t believe that Draco who was physical perfection himself could ever want such a monstrously scarred freak…

Draco broke the kiss to press kisses to his ruined face.

Harry tried to push him off.

Lips brushed his ear, “None of that. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of Harry. You’re beautiful…”

Harry felt tears fill his eye, “Don’t tease…”

XoooooX

Draco felt hurt, “Tease? Harry…can’t you see what I see?” he whispered, “Legimens.” Placing a picture of Harry from their last match, the time Harry saved him.

Harry’s soft tousled hair blown about by the wind, strong hands gripping his gleaming Firebolt. His eyes, his perfect Slytherin green eyes narrowed in concentration. His lithe body clad in his Seeker’s uniform, thighs gripping his broom the way they were now wrapped around Draco’s waist.

Harry shook his head, “I don’t look like that…”

Draco kissed his ruined eye, “Hush…that’s what I see. I see someone who woke up every day, got up and went to classes. Who was strong enough to create a glamour that hid the truth of his relatives’ abuse. Who was strong enough to put up with my taunts as if they were merely flies to be brushed away. Someone who had never had a friend before but was willing to chance being hurt not once but three times.” Draco smirked, “They say third times the charm, you let me be your friend. I’ve stood by you, taken a knife to protect you, I’ve pulled you kicking and screaming twice out of your bed insisting you get up and live. Weasel wants you to curl up and die. Your relatives want the same, you’re stronger that that. You faced a basilisk, at twelve. You faced a dragon at fourteen. You have a fear of water and you went into the Black Lake to save Weasel. You ran around that maze trying to help your fellow Champions. You saved Viktor from ruining his life by casting an Unforgivable. You tried to save Cedric. You have turned yourself around academically; Uncle Sev says your marks were very close to Granger’s and mine last year. You might have tied us this year.”

“Now I can’t…”

Draco laughed, “With the right textbooks and tutor you could have as many OWLS as you want. You were raised Muggle so how hard would a Muggle Studies OWL be for you? You’ve caught on so fast to Ancient Runes, a decent tutor and you could catch up. Charms? Defence? Harry you’ve got a natural gift. Merlin if Father asked I bet Professor Lupin would love to tutor us. With Uncle Sev around we’d catch up to the guys at Durmstrang. We could go there if you’d rather attend a school. Or we could stay here at the Manor and be privately tutored.” He kissed him, “Enough of this, I want to see what you look like when you come for me.”

XoooooX

Harry’s mind whirled, “Come? For you? I can’t…the scald…”

Draco smirked, “You feel normal to me…” his hand moved in short quick strokes over their erections, “You’ll come Harry if I have to will it out of you.”

Harry let out a strangled cry of pleasure; it felt so good to be touched like this. It was so embarrassing that he only came in his sleep during dreams about Draco.

A voice whispered, a tongue flicking out to lick the shell of his ear, “That’s it…you’re so close. Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”

Harry gave another muffled cry as he buried his face in Draco’s neck, “Dra…co…” his body convulsing, heat pooling in his groin and it felt like he’d explode. Then he felt his prick twitch, it wasn’t leaking anymore. It spilled out watery globs that splashed on him.

XoooooX

Draco came himself at the first splash of Harry’s cum on his stomach, he drank in the vision. Pushing Harry back enough to see, his own was thicker and came more in thick spurts. He dipped a finger into the mix on his toned stomach, tasting and letting out a moan of ecstasy, “So good,” he kissed Harry intensely before moving so the soft rain could cleanse them both. He ran questing hands over Harry’s scarred and still beautiful body. He cast a drying charm as they exited the shower and he summoned robes for them. Knowing if his house elves had any sense they would have changed Harry’s sheets.

Harry snuggled into Draco’s strong but comforting embrace and let the Slytherin carry him.

The bedding had been changed.

Draco removed the robe from Harry laying him in the bed before stepping out of his own robe. He slid in with Harry and pulled the boy in close before covering them with the blanket.

XoooooX

Harry was still shy but he liked how Draco held him, his face flushed at the memory of what they’d done in the shower. Draco managed to make him come…he had no memory of that outside his dreams and waking to sticky sheets. He thanked Merlin for Draco…he hoped his heart was safe with the Slytherin. If Draco left him he’d wither away…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

jujukitty- I am glad you weren't too upset about. Hopefully, the true extent of Harry's scars and abuse is still alright.

delia cerrano -Here is your interaction. I hope you like it. A bit lemony, not much but they're getting there. Draco got Harry to use the 'l' word and dragged him out of bed again. I'm sure you knew that was coming...
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