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Something Lost and Something Found	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gone
- 2-Pain
- 3-Seamless
- 4-Numb
- 5-Haywire
- 6-The beginning
- 7-Lie
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- 4
Chapter-3
Seamless
Harry apparates in front of his house in Godric's hollow and takes a long breath. Finally, he is home. He has been trying to escape the media and the general wizarding population for the past two hours. He knocks on the door and Hermione opens it. Her red-rimmed eyes suggest that she has been crying for a long time.
She moves to the side to let him in and he walks inside.
"How is she?" He asks as he settles down on the couch. She sits opposite him, her eyes fixed at the fireplace.
After a few minutes, she murmurs, "She was molested multiple times but he didn't stop at that. He was rough with her. He hit her. She has his fingerprints on her body. He crucioed her too and I think that he cast an imperious on her as well."
He hears a knock and a voice, "Mate." It's Ron and Harry murmurs, "Come in."
Ron enters and settles down beside Hermione, his eyes tired and asks, "So, where is Malfoy? How is she doing?"
Hermione shrugs before replying, "She is sleeping. I heard her sobbing before she finally fell asleep. She is - I don't really have words for it Harry. I think that she will need peace and quiet but I think that she shouldn't be left alone. She needs friends too, friends who won't make her conscious of what happened, atleast till Hogwarts doesn't reopen."
"She might be pregnant Harry, pregnant with Lord Voldemort's child." She says after a couple of minutes pass and Harry stares at her, his eyes wide.
"I- does she know it?" Harry asks and Hermione shakes her head, "No. She doesn't. I didn't have the heart to tell her. If she starts vomiting or feels anything different, ask her to take the pregnancy test."
They grow silent for a few moments. Harry doesn't have any idea as to what he will do if it happens.
Finally, Ron sighs and whispers, his worried eyes on Harry, "Everything will be all over the prophet tomorrow. She won't take it nicely. Not to mention the prejudice that she will face once she joins Hogwarts."
"I am thinking-" Harry starts but a scream pauses him. His legs move on their own and he starts walking towards the room the scream came from. After opening the door, he walks in. She is still wearing the robe he had provided to her.
"Why didn't you give proper clothes to her?" He asks. Draco's mouth is opening and closing and her eyes are clenched tightly. Her arms are wrapped around her frame and he is so so sad for her.
"She refused to wear anything else... asked me to go away and just let her sleep once I was done checking her."
"Draco." He whispers after sitting on the edge of the bed. She doesn't wake up. Instead, she starts shaking all over.
"Ron, Hermione. Please leave. I will manage this. She will be frightened if she wakes up in your presence."
"Okay. We will see you tomorrow mate." Ron murmurs and Hermione continues softly, "I will tell Narcissa that she is here. I will bring her tomorrow morning. I think she needs her mother."
"Okay." He whispers and they leave. Draco's mouth is open in a silent scream. He places a gentle hand on her forehead and murmurs, "Draco, it's me Harry Potter and the dark lord is dead. Please wake up."
She shoots up at his words, her mouth open and her eyes wide and frightened. He backs off to maintain a distance from her and stays silent. He doesn't move at all. He ensures not to even blink because he knows that any movement will scare her off.
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"Don't... please don't." She begs him but he tears her clothes off and laughs manically. She sobs and tries to back off and gets a tight slap in punishment. He pounces on her. He is all over her. His disgusting snake like body is on her and his lip-less mouth is devouring her. She screams and screams and-
"Draco, it's me Harry Potter and the dark lord is dead. Please wake up." She shoots up. It's a nightmare. She is so bloody relieved that it's only a nightmare. She pants and looks around. Potter is frozen in front of her. The terror from the nightmare is still lingering in her heart and it makes her think that Potter will hurt her. But he doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't even blink.
Slowly and gradually, her heart-beats ease out and she breathes hard.
He moves a bit and she doesn't react to it. He blinks and then breathes deeply before murmuring, "I am not going to hurt you. You are at my home in Godric's Hollow. Don't worry. No-one will hurt you here."
She nods a bit, trying to get her bearings back and he asks her, "Do you want water?" She nods because she is realizing only now that she is thirsty and hungry.
He summons a glass of water and she drinks it great-fully.
"The elves have prepared some dinner for us." He whispers softly and she looks at him.
"Why are you doing this?" She asks because it's important for her to know it. She has to know his intentions.
"This... as in?" He asks and she replies, "Helping me. Why are you helping me? I have never been civil to you. I have always mocked you."
"You won't be able to believe the truth and I don't want to lie." He murmurs and she looks at him. He is right. She won't trust him yet. She doesn't think that she can ever trust anyone again.
"I don't have any wrong intentions. Will that suffice for now? I will tell you the truth when I think that you will believe me." He continues in a soft voice.
She nods and traces a random pattern on the bed-sheet before murmuring quietly, "I don't want to eat."
It's strange to witness this side of Draco. She has never been so quiet and it seems strange. Harry wishes that she returns to her old self again.
"But you are hungry." He asks her and she whispers, "Yes. I haven't eaten anything since morning."
She continues tracing patterns on the bed sheet hesitantly.
"Eat a little. I will ask the elves to bring our dinner here." He presses softly and she looks at him.
"Everything is of your choice." He continues softly and she nods reluctantly before staring at her hands silently.
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Draco waits for the elves with Potter. He is too silent and the silence is making her tense. He is hiding something from her. She has a very strong feeling and so she asks him, "Are you hiding something?"
He sighs and she looks at him. His eyes are watchful, guarded as if he expects her to cry.
"You might be pregnant. Hermione asked me to look out for symptoms." He murmurs and Draco's heart sinks. She can't be pregnant with his child... NO!
"Draco." She hears Potter murmur and realizes that tears are streaming down her eyes. She looks at him and whispers, "I will get it aborted."
His response is quick. He nods his head and murmurs, "Of course, you will if that's what you want. Please calm down. No-one is going to force anything on you."
She breathes deeply and tries to stop her tears.
Fortunately, two elves bring their dinner and the third one brings utensils for them. She is hungry and it distracts her effectively, if only for a few minutes because the elves have brought hot chocolate for her and it reminds her of hot water that he threatened her with.
But she swallows the lump that is gathering in her throat and serves soup for herself. It's mixed vegetable soup and it's delicious.
She eats it quietly. Potter serves something for himself after a few minutes. She doesn't look at him.
She concentrates on her soup. The soup is delicious and so is the sandwich that she picks up after finishing her soup. She will most certainly not cry. Voldemort is dead and she can finally live, all thanks to the boy in front of her.
But how can she live with the knowledge that he had fucked her. How can she forget that he was inside her.
By the time Potter's voice reaches her ears, her hands are trembling badly. He is staring at her, his soup only half finished.
"Draco." He whispers and she looks into his helpless eyes. Silent tears fall down her cheeks.
She didn't want it. She lost her virginity to that monster. She might try to fool herself that she didn't care about her virginity or sex but she did and she does.
It hurt so much when he penetrated her. He hit her and tortured her.
"Can I just -" Potter cuts off, his right hand carding through his hair helplessly, "I want to comfort you. Can I?"
The words are spoken softly and his voice is so low that Draco almost doesn't hear it.
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Harry waits for her answer. She is crying and it's breaking his heart.
When she doesn't answer him and only keeps on looking at him, he whispers, "I can try to comfort you but I can't make it go away. I can reduce it but you have to let me."
He has tears in his own eyes as he completes his sentence and because he knows that he has to explain his tears to her, he murmurs, "I love you. I can't see your pain."
She stares at him but she doesn't answer. Her eyes are not watering now. They are wide with shock.
He continues because he is frustrated too. Lucius is an absolute idiot.
"Your father is an idiot. I asked him for permission to date you. I wanted his blessings because I knew you would never go against his wishes and he refused. Had he accepted my request, this would never have happened. Now I don't know what to do. I can't see your pain but I can't heal it and I can't make it go away. " He doesn't know why he is confessing all this. Of course she won't believe him. Her own father betrayed her and Harry had been her nemesis.
He swallows a couple of times to stop another bout of tears. He shouldn't cry. He should be the one to comfort Draco. If he will start crying, then who will be there for her.
So he gets up and places her utensils away. She looks silently at him.
He sniffs once and then looks at her, smiling softly, "Go to sleep. My room is the next one. Feel free to call me if you need anything."
He helps her to lie on the bed and places her blanket over her.
"Your mother is coming over tomorrow morning." He whispers gently and she doesn't reply. She only goes through the motions and stares at him.
He has to swallow again because he wants to hear her voice. He wants her to bicker with him like she had always done. But she doesn't respond to anything. The shock has been replaced by a lost and distant look again and Harry turns around and flicks the lights off.
It's painful to hear her sobs in the silence of the night even as he walks out of the room.
She tries to be silent but of course she can't. Her loss is painful and she is hurt.
In the darkness, tears stream down his own eyes as he walks towards his room. As he closes the door and walks towards his bed, he sniffs, not even trying to control the tears now. He wanted to protect her. He wanted her to be happy.
He failed.
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