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Broken Wings	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-33
So Shall You Reap
In the end, Harry did not let Draco crucio or kill Vernon. Draco had wanted to atleast maim him beyond repair. Harry had practically held his shoulders to restrain Draco when Vernon had gloated about terrifying Harry and Tessa. The most astonishing thing was that Dudley had finally grown a spine. He had punched Vernon, not once but several times and Draco had contributed. Harry was astonished to see that Draco knew how to fight non magically.
The policemen had to intervene to stop them from killing the bastard on the spot. Aunt petunia had not wished to see her husband so she had not come with them. He had returned with a lighter heart and a happy Tessa. She seemed content and looked at her father with a newly found respect.
Harry was very happy. He was content that Vernon had finally been punished for what he did to Harry. He had hugged Draco tightly after exiting from the police station and his eyes had been wet, for which he was not ashamed at all. Draco had wrapped his arms around Harry and stroked his hair soothingly.
They had helped Dudley to find a list of buyers for there existing property. They had also helped him in renting an apartment in Hogsmeade.
It was good that Hermione and Ron had ultimately decided to return. They missed home and they missed Harry. Hermione could teach Dudley and Tessa basics in handling a wand and magic. They would be able to learn more as they mingle with others. Harry explained usage of floo to them. He had told them their floo address and then taken their leave.
Tessa had hugged both of them in turns and had thanked them, her eyes bright and hopeful for the first time they had met her and Harry had been proud of himself.
Presently, they were sitting in the dining room of their house, tired and quiet. It was like the first few days all over again when Draco had not spoken to him at all except for the fact that Draco was nodding and still answering in monosyllables.
"Draco, shall we go tomorrow to look out for properties?" Harry asked and sipped his tea. Draco looked at his empty plate and nodded, "yes. Sure."
"What about your lab. You have still not set it up." Harry asked and Draco nodded again, replying "I will do it today."
"Hermione and Ron are returning in a couple of days."
"Hmmmm."
"Shall we keep a home warming party? It has been a long time since we enjoyed ourselves at all."
"Sure." Draco replied and Harry was worried for his husband. He looked at Draco and spoke "Why are you being like this Draco?"
Finally, Draco looked at him and his eyes were carefully blank. He replied "Like what?"
Harry sighed and just looked at him. What was the point of saying something Draco already knew? There eyes met and Draco averted his eyes first, "I am tired. Let's call it a night."
On this note, Draco stood up and left Harry alone to his thoughts. Harry leaned on the table, his elbows resting on it and his hands covering his face. He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. Draco would sleep in his own room and Harry was worried for him. It was not getting any better. Draco was curling upon itself.
"Bloody buggering hell. I should never have let him leave that day." Harry hissed to himself and wanted to break something. But he couldn't because that would alarm Draco and the man would think that Harry was angry at him.
Draco was not healing at all. At this rate, he would have to take Draco to a professional mind healer and he knew that Draco would never agree to that.
After taking a couple of long breaths, he stood and climbed the stairs. He opened Draco's door a bit and peaked inside. Draco was already inside the blankets, though Harry knew that he was awake. Sighing, he closed the room and walked towards his own room. Five minutes later, he was in his bed, tossing and turning. He knew that he would not get much sleep anyways. He needed Draco beside him. Nevertheless he tried and closed his eyes to atleast try to have some sleep.
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"Call me master."
"Master." Draco whispered, terrified.
"Say 'master please fuck me'."
"Ma- Ma-"
SMACK
SMACK
The stick fell on hips and back and Draco cried in pain.
SMACK
SMACK
"Say that you need to be fucked bloody be me. Say it, you filthy slut."
"Master, I- I need to be fucked by you. Please-"
Suddenly, Draco's hips were grabbed and were pushed up. He was settled on his knees and Evin ordered him to rest his face on his hands. He wanted to fuck Draco like the bitch he was.
Draco obeyed, of course and was expecting his cock on his arse hole. Instead, he was horrified when he realised that two sticks were placed on his hole.
"No- no please, no." Draco begged but the bastard did not listen to his pleas. The sticks were pressed mercilessly, regardless of the blood seeping down his legs. Draco screamed and his client laughed. The more he screamed, the more he laughed and he fucked Draco with two sticks mercilessly. His prick followed the sticks and by now Draco was just lying lifelessly on the bed, whimpering and moaning uselessly. No one was there to listen to his moans...
Draco woke up with a jerk and looked around him wildly. He was still in his own house on his own bed. Blindly, he got up and started scrubbing himself all over. When that did not work, he hurried inside the bathroom and jumped inside his tub and turned on the faucet, thereafter increasing the temperature of the water. Draco sat huddled, his knees on his chest and his face on his knees, sobbing.
In the matter of minutes, the water was boiling and Draco cried in pain. He wanted to die, to end his worthless life. He wanted to feel clean. He knew that the hot water would eventually burn him and he would die a slow and agonising death and then Harry's face came into his mind. Harry would be devastated.
He couldn't die. He couldn't because Harry needed him but he did not deserve Harry. Harry was so clean. But then Harry loved him and he would go mad if Draco died and Draco did not want Harry to waste his life away in Janus thickey ward.
With a jerk, he slipped out of the tub. Merlin, his skin was burning and it was bound to leave rashes. It was paining so much.
"AHHHHHH." He screamed in pain and ran towards Harry's room, not bothering to cover himself at all. The water was dripping on the floor and he was bleeding from somewhere, leaving blood trails behind him.
He knew that Harry did not lock his door and he barged inside.
"AHHHHHH. Ha- Harry. It is burning. Ahhhhhhh. Please-" He screamed and moaned and tears trickled down his cheeks.
Harry jumped up in shock and stare at him, his eyes wide and thunderstruck.
"AHHHHH. Hurts so much. Burns all over. Ahhhhh." Draco stumbled down on the floor, naked, wet, bleeding and burning and closed his eyes tightly, Tears trickled down his cheeks. It hurt so much.
A second later, he felt Harry beside him, pouring cold water on him. Harry poured buckets and buckets of cold water on him and Draco screamed and shouted and begged him to end Draco but the water did not stop. What felt like hours later, two vials were pressed on his lips and he felt Harry carrying him in his arms. Draco wanted to tell Harry. He wanted to apologise but he couldn't. Before he knew what was even happening, he fell asleep.
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How does one react when the only person you have ever loved is naked and burning in front of you? What do you do when he is bleeding all over and screaming and crying and is covered with burns all over? What do you do when you are falling apart because his skin is peeling off from several places? You know that your life partner is in agony and still you can't do anything but wait. You want to howl in pain and scream and moan but you can't because you have to be strong.
Harry had no time to howl in pain because that was exactly what he wished to do. He wanted to howl in pain when he saw Draco in front of him. He had just fallen asleep and suddenly, he heard Draco screaming and moaning and he shot awake. For a moment, he had felt that he was having a nightmare but then he blinked and realized that Draco was in front of him and would burn to death if he did not do something.
He shot up and screamed "Blinky Slinky." He would request them to stay with them. He would need there help and this time, he would ask Draco's parents and Severus and Remus to visit Draco as well.
He decided to do what Hermione had told him once.
"Mas- Master Harry. Oh- oh no."
"Master Draco. What- oh Master Harry-"
"Blinky, bring two buckets of cold water quickly. Slinky, go and bring Hermione and Ron immediately. Tell them what has happened." Harry ordered, his voice trembling, as he reached his husband's shaking body.
In the matter of seconds, Blinky had brought two buckets full of water and they poured the water on Draco's head. Draco screamed and cried and moaned and begged them to stop. Harry was trying to control himself. It was hard but he was trying.
"More. Bring more." Had it just been Draco's hand or leg, they might not have required so much water, but Draco's whole body was red and he needed to act immediately. So they poured more water and Draco screamed in pain. Harry's heart ached. It was a torture for him. Inside, he was falling apart but he had to be the strong one here. Atleast Draco had come to him before it was too late.
"HARRY." He heard Hermione scream and Ron followed "Oh Merlin, mate. I don't fucking believe this."
"Ron, open the blue trunk and bring me the red and blue vial quickly. Quick Ron. He is in pain. Harry stop pouring the water now."
Harry stopped and stared at Draco. His eyes watered and a sob wracked his whole body. A lone tear slid down his left cheek and he wondered why was it so hard to see Draco like this. Why did it feel that Harry was burning? Why did it seem so unbearable when he was not the one who had stepped under boiling water.
Draco was still sobbing and Harry sobbed with him. Hermione pressed the vials on Draco's lips and then Harry picked up Draco's naked and burnt body and placed him on the bed. He covered Draco with a blanket and Hermione said "Don't. Don't cover him. I will give you an ointment. You need to apply it on him and he needs to rest. He does not have to be covered. Lock the door and let his body be exposed to cool air."
Harry nodded mutely and realized that Ron was already out of the room. He did not even turn towards Hermione and it was an evidence of the strong friendship he shared with them that Hermione did not even expect it from him. Merlin knew, what they were doing. They could have been out on a date or in bed or having dinner but had come immediately for Harry and Draco and she placed a small box on Harry's palm.
"Apply it on effected area, yeah. Call me if you can't. I am just outside, in the sitting room. I am a healer so I can be professional with him. I am going out now. Ron is with me just outside."
Harry just nodded. He couldn't speak yet. He couldn't cry until Hermione left. He couldn't. He was not weak. She left and closed the door behind her and Harry stared at Draco's unconscious body.
The wounds were drying but the skin was burnt off at many places. Most of the skin of Draco's thighs, forearms, complete back was peeling off. Fortunately, his face was safe. Harry knew that Draco won't have been able to bear it if his face had burnt. He must have shielded it and his tummy and chest area. There were burns on those places too, though the skin was not peeling off.
Belatedly, he realized that he was sobbing openly now, tears streaming down his cheeks, tears that he had restrained. People might think that he was being dramatic but he knew that he was not acting. He was in agony. With his forearm, he wiped his left eye and then right and mumbled "Enough. I don't want any revenge. We will see a mind healer. His health is my priority."
He dragged his legs towards the bed and sat upon it. Hermione had numbed Draco's back so that it did not hurt him. Harry started applying the ointment on Draco's thighs first and then moved on his calf. Then he proceeded to his stomach, chest, neck and back.
By the end, his face was wet with tears and kissed Draco's forehead softly. Draco slept peacefully. Dreamless sleep was doing it's work and Harry dragged himself out of the room before closing it. He could not sleep now. He had to find a mind healer who would be discreet enough to not rat out Draco's secrets to the prophet.
The first thing he would do will be seeing a healer with Draco. Rest would come afterwards.
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