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Shattered	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14159 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: As promised. The next bit to make up for a short opening. Although, to be honest, this is all still just the set up. The actual storyline doesn't pick up just yet but you'll know when it does.

Tired and burning grey eyes slowly lifted and observed the ceiling above him. It was different than his bed by about a league. Draco frowned some as it slowly came to him that he was in a different bed as well. It all clicked in his head rather suddenly that he was in Hospital Wing. He blinked, a bit confused as to how he’d ended up here of all places. “Draco…”

At the sound of his father’s voice, Draco instantly looked over. “Father…” He was a bit taken aback by the utter sorrow on his father’s face and the evidence of tears on his mother’s just a step beside him. “What happened?” He cleared his throat some, not quite sure why it felt so raw and sore.

Lucius looked uncertain and worried. Not a combination that Draco was used to seeing on his father’s face in the least. He glanced at Narcissa before turning back to Draco. “You were attacked, Draco… do you not remember?” he asked delicately. Draco frowned some and wracked his brain. Slowly, his memories cleared and Draco sat up with a gasp, which morphed into a cry of pain.

“Draco! You mustn’t move so quickly, dear,” Narcissa said, helping to push her son back against the bed.

Draco’s hand gripped her wrist as tears welled up in his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. These sorts of things didn’t happen to people like him! Draco’s breathing sharpened and quickened and his mother brought him into a tight hug while his father stroked his hair and muttered soothing nonsense. Draco barely noticed though, panic and fear were welling up much too quickly. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he fought against the memories that were welling up inside his head. He didn’t want to think about it. Because it didn’t happen. It couldn’t have happened. This was all a nightmare. A horribly, horribly vibrant nightmare. A sob escaped him as he clung to his mother even tighter.

It took nearly half an hour and constant soothing from his parents before Draco could regain some semblance of a normal breathing pattern. He wiped his face furiously with the back of his hand that wasn’t still clinging to his mother’s and tried to not tremble. “Draco, my boy…” Draco looked over to see the headmaster standing off to the side for once without any sort of twinkle in his eyes. “Can you remember who did this to you?”

Draco thought back and swallowed hard before shaking his head. “N-no… it… it was too fast,” he managed to utter though he felt even more sick than before. He just knew he was on the verge of throwing up. He turned into Narcissa’s shoulder. “Mother…”

“Shh, I’m right here,” she murmured as she held him close.

“Dumbledore, I want whoever did this found immediately!” Lucius hissed.

“Of course, Lucius. We’ve already begun the search for your son’s attacker. Rest assured I will not allow this person to go free,” Dumbledore said, surprisingly non cryptic for once.

“We’re taking him home. He cannot be expected-”

“No,” Draco said, interrupting his mother for perhaps the first time in his life. “No… I… will not run away. I’ll be fine.” As if to contradict his words, his hand curled tighter around Narcissa’s shirt.

There were several minutes of silence after his declaration. “… Draco, dear, this place isn’t good for you right now. You need to come home where you can be safe and recover.” His mother said it gently, the same voice she’d used when he was a child trying to avoid doing something he didn’t want to do.

“Mother… I just… I’ll be fine,” he said. He couldn’t really explain why it was so important for him to stay in school. Only that it was. Somehow, the thought of leaving felt like a defeat. As if he would give in if he were to go home. No matter how much more comfortable and painless it would be to go.

“Draco-” His mother broke off when Lucius put a hand on her shoulder.

“Draco…” No matter how much he didn’t want to look his father in the eyes, felt like he simply wasn’t worth doing so, he couldn’t break years of doing so. He tried not to show his father anything but strength and calmness but he knew he didn’t succeed. Lucius’ eyes were soft. “Given the circumstances… if you choose to stay here it could be very dangerous. I would rather you stay in the manor where you are safe.”

Draco lowered his eyes for a moment and nodded a little. He might dislike the idea but he wasn’t going to argue that his father was probably right. Plus, he’d actually asked. Draco could never defy his father’s wishes when the man actually asked something of him. He did it so rarely that Draco simply had no ability to say no. “Will I be able to come back?” he asked softly.

Lucius petted his son’s head gently. “We will discuss it,” he said after a minute. Draco nodded, not entirely happy with the answer but knowing far better to push it. “Now, let Madame Pomfrey look over you.”

The school nurse instantly stepped forward with her wand. Draco flinched away before he could stop himself and mentally cursed the reaction. Madame Pomfrey hesitated a moment before giving Draco a smile. “It’s alright, Mr. Malfoy. I’ve already done most of the healing. I just want to be certain I didn’t miss anything. Are you in pain anywhere in particular?” she asked kindly.

Draco looked off to the side, not wanting to answer that question. The silence, luckily, seemed to be answer enough for the nurse and she just nodded and went about her check up. Draco sat there passively, doing his utmost to keep his mind entirely blank. For once, he didn’t want to think. He just wanted everything to stop. Or better yet, reverse the past twenty-four or so… That would be just perfect. His eyes closed as he absorbed his mother’s comforting presence when she leaned over and kissed his temple.

He hadn’t seen his parents this worried about him since… well since the night of his fifteen birthday. But that had been a different kind of worry. Like the kind of worry when your child goes off to school for the first time. It was necessary if not entirely comfortable. This was far different. This didn’t have to happen. It shouldn’t have happened! He felt his mother’s hand brush the wetness from his cheeks and turned into her again. Without waiting for her to try and comfort him with words, Draco curled up in her lap and buried his face in her legs. He felt his father’s hand rubbing between his shoulder blades and slowly Draco allowed it to soothe him to calmness again.

“If you wish, I will have Draco’s professors send his school work so that he might keep up with his classmates,” Dumbledore offered. The ominous ‘if he comes back’ was left unsaid.

“Thank you, Headmaster, that would be most helpful,” Lucius replied almost absently. Draco knew that his parents were silently communicating about him while he wasn’t looking but he didn’t care. He just wanted to stay right where he was, curled up in his mother’s lap with his parents comforting him. He hurt. And not just physically. The physical was almost inconsequential to him. The real pain came from the harsh reality of it. The curious breaking in his chest and tearing somewhere around the vicinity of his heart. Draco had to forcibly pull his mind away from those thoughts when he realized they had asked him something.

He glanced up from his mother’s lap to look at them. “What?”

“Madame Pomfrey has agreed to let you go now that she’s checked on you. Do you want to leave now or wait a while?” Narcissa repeated for him.

His instant reaction was to say he didn’t want to leave at all but he hesitated just long enough to think on it. The idea of curling up in his own bed at home and not being disturbed unless he wished it was appealing. As was the realization that he didn’t want his housemates seeing him crying which he still felt dangerously on the verge of. Draco gave a slow nod as he came to his decision. “Now’s fine…”

“I have already arranged for the fireplace in my office to be available for your use,” Dumbledore said before attempting to give Draco a smile. “I do hope to see you back amongst us here at Hogwarts, Mr. Malfoy. But I would understand if I do not.”

Madame Pomfrey conjured a curtain and his parents got up. “We’ll let you dress, Draco dear,” his mother said before giving him a kiss on the top of his head.

“We’ll be right by the door if you need us,” his father added before giving Draco’s shoulder a brief squeeze and taking Narcissa by the hand.

Draco sighed and took a moment to compose himself behind the privacy screen before even daring to get out of bed. It didn’t hurt anymore. Not physically. Madame Pomfrey took care of all that, he was sure. He didn’t even have bruises around his wrists where… He closed his eyes tight and forced his mind away. Draco trembled for a moment before he successfully adverted his thoughts.

Opening his eyes again he saw that a pair of his slacks and one of his hand tailored shirts were laying on a nearby chair, folded neatly and looking perfectly pressed as usual. He managed a tiny smile at the familiar sight before starting to get out of his pajamas.

He hesitated for several heartbeats before he managed to pull his pants off but once he did he was quick to get redressed. He took more time than was really necessary to smooth out non-existent wrinkles and fix the way the seams fell several dozen times. He knew he was delaying but he couldn’t help himself. Even the comfort of his own clothes was not quite comfortable enough. Finally, after several minutes of taking his time, Draco pulled his shoes on and made his way out from behind the screen. He expected his parents, especially his father, to look annoyed at the time he’d taken but he didn’t see it. All he saw was compassion and caring that nearly made him start to bawl his eyes out. He didn’t deserve such looks.

Narcissa seemed to notice and instantly wrapped her arms around Draco to give him comfort. It took Draco several long moments to recollect himself fully but when he did he managed to bottle everything up and shove it somewhere behind his usual Malfoy mask. A mask that felt far too shattered but he was determined to keep together as best he could.

His parents walked on either side of him as they followed Dumbledore to his office. As they walked the headmaster assured Lucius that Draco’s things would be sent home as soon as possible and to keep the Lord Malfoy informed about finding the one who’d attacked his son. Draco barely listened to that. He was far more interested in the fact that the students that saw him were staring and a few dared to whisper. He barely maintained his control at the cold slap of reality that everyone knew what had happened. How tainted he was.

Draco swallowed hard and had to take great care not to run the last length of the corridor to reach the gargoyles that guarded the headmaster’s office. Just as Dumbledore was saying the password to have the gargoyle move Draco got the urge to look around him. He fought it off, not wanting to let anyone see that he was in the least bit affected. He couldn’t quite stop himself from glancing down the hall before following Dumbledore into the staircase though. He nearly lost his ability to stand as he saw Harry Potter standing there with an expression on his face that made Draco want to burst into tears all over again. He just managed to stifle the unfamiliar urge and follow Dumbledore though much shakier than he had wanted to.

Luckily, he knew Potter well enough to know that he wouldn’t go blabbing about how utterly wretched Draco felt. For once, Draco was glad for Gryffindors damnable bleeding hearts. He would have never been able to face the school again if one of his own house had seen him so weak. He felt his father put a comforting hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath to calm himself. All of it didn’t matter. He would be fine. He had to be because he was a Malfoy and he was stronger than this.
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