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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-35
Awake
Three days had passed and Harry had done nothing except bathe, eat and look at Draco's unconscious face. He barely slept now and there were bags under his eyes. The elfs forced him to eat and so he did it. Everything seemed a chore. He wandered in his house alone. Multiple times, he found himself wishing for portraits to talk to. His silent house was eating him up and he found himself missing the banter he used to have with Draco back at Hogwarts when he would mock Draco and Draco would mock him back.
With a sigh, he entered his room and sat on his bed, looking at Draco's face blankly. His eyes were closed and his lips were dry. Harry picked up the water bottle and placed it on Draco's lips and then he stroked Draco's throat a bit. After that he went back to staring at Draco, his head resting on his pillow. He had done nothing to search for properties for his academy. He could always retrieve money from the vaults if he wanted money. The duelling and potions academy would open only when Draco would participate in it. There was no point of earning money if Draco was not there to spend it.
Draco's skin had healed a lot now. The scars were still there and would go with time but the skin had reformed and it was not red anymore. Harry hoped that Draco's scars would vanish in about a couple of months with the help of Draco's potions and Hermione's ointments though he knew that it might take a long period of time. Hermione had asked him not to give Draco numbing potion anymore. It was not required. He just had to apply burn soothing ointment and coconut oil on Draco's skin and he did it daily.
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Draco felt something press on his lips and then a hand pressed his throat softly. He drank water and the hands were removed and so was the bottle. His body felt heavy and it felt that he had been sleeping for a very long time. It burned a bit in some places but otherwise it felt fine. He knew that he would have a lot of scars on his body, hideous scars that would disgust Harry and would ruin there already non existing sex life. How could he have been so stupid?
He tried to open his eyes but they burned and his eye lids felt heavy so he closed them and then tried to open them slowly.
He almost jumped in surprise when he noticed that Harry was staring at him with his piercing Green eyes.
They had bags under them and Harry looked tired. A few seconds later, he saw something akin to fury flash in them but it was gone in the blink of an eye and they turned blank.
"Harry." He spoke softly and then closed his mouth to clear his throat. Harry did not speak at all for a couple of minutes. They just looked at each other.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked after a couple of minutes and Draco looked at him before speaking "I am fine. How are you?"
"Skipping around the house, singing merry tunes for the past four days." Harry mocked him, his eyes clearly dark now, "La La La La La. Draco is burning. La la la-"
Draco cut him off nervously "I- Harry, I had a nightmare and then wanted to clean myself and then wanted to die but then your face came into my mind and so I hurried to your room."
"We are seeing a mind healer." The announcement was as abrupt as it was curt and Draco opened his mouth to protest but Harry continued "Neville Longbottom. I have researched about him. He is a good healer and he was my good friend. I trust him not to reveal anything about you."
"But I don't need-" Draco started and Harry cut him off, his voice an octave higher "We are still seeing him." The blankness of Harry's green eyes had transformed into fury. Draco's heart beats sped up and he tried to hold Harry's hand, shifting a bit towards him before mumbling softly, "Harry, I-" but Harry pulled back rudely with a curt, "Do not touch me."
For a moment Draco wondered if his scars disgusted Harry and would have asked that question. But he caught himself when he noticed that Harry's eyes were narrowing as if he could read Draco's thoughts very clearly.
"Don't even dare to ask that question." Harry spoke dangerously, his eyes boring into Draco's. Harry was sitting with his legs crossed now and his hands were clenched on his knees.
"Harry, listen to me." Draco started, trying to sooth his anger but Harry continued, his voice barely controlled, "We are seeing Neville and our first session is tomorrow. I will intimate him." Harry spoke and Draco tried to sit up. Harry stayed frozen where he was as Draco sat on his knees, wearing his boxers.
They were close and Draco just had to lean a bit to take Harry's lips in his. He wanted to kiss Harry so much. It seemed that an age had passed since they had kissed.
He leaned a bit and wrapped his arms around Harry before taking his soft lips in his.
A second had passed before when he was shoved off. Draco yelped and sat back on his knees, stunned beyond belief, staring at Harry who was wiping his lips. His green eyes were angry and were full of desire. He just stared at Harry for a few moments before speaking, "What's wrong with you?"
Harry looked at him as if he had grown another head, "Me. Wrong with me Draco. What's wrong with you. You burn yourself and are unconscious for four days. When you finally wake up, you start - start-. Can you even imagine what I went through. It's very easy for you, isn't it? Trying to commit suicide again and again. After all, your husband is always there to save you. You just have stay to unconscious during the period. You were burning. Your skin had peeled off and you were red and you were bleeding and you were crying and screaming and moaning and shaking and I was falling apart Draco. You were the one who was burnt but I was the one who went through the pain. You were given numbing potions when you lost consciousness. You were not there to see what I went through. You just-"
Harry stopped at that and Draco just stared, his hands clenched and his heart in his throat. Harry crawled out of the bed and looked blankly at the ceiling before looking at him again, his eyes unreadable, "You just don't care about me. I do not even know you anymore, Draco."
"What the fuck are you going on about, Harry?" Draco asked, alarmed. He crawled out of the bed and stood on the other side of the bed. Some parts of his body burned and he had stifle a moan. He had still not looked at his body properly. Merlin knew it would be horrifying.
"The Draco I knew at Hogwarts would strangle someone else rather than trying to commit suicide. He would not depend on me to save him. He would tell me very clearly that he did not need anyone's help. You- you are a coward and a defeated man." Harry mocked him. Yes the git was mocking him and was sneering at Draco.
Draco narrowed his eyes, "I still don't need anyone-"
"You are a broken man, Draco. Poor little Draco. Always needing to die to run from his problems. You are not the person I loved. He was not a defeatist. He fought with his circumstances. He became a spy for our side against his father's wishes. After the trials I was shocked, shocked that you would accept the sentence. I had expected you to fight, no matter who was the minister of magic or the wizengamot judge."
"But Fudge - he was against me and- I thought someone had bribed him and-"
"Truth was on your side, Draco. Once people would have known that you were a spy, that you had to suffer through Cruciatus multiple times to retrieve information, they would have protested and even now you could do so. Fudge is the undersecretary to Kingsley and Kingsley is a fair man. You could uncover the past and get them punished but you want to hide in a hole. You are a coward, just like your asshole of a father, who got you marked. Your mother loves you, yes, but then she did nothing to protect you, to prevent your marking. That's what you are. A bunch of cowards. I had thought that my Draco is a brave man, that he will fight against the injustice but you vanished and then I thought that my Draco is a optimistic man, he will find some way to earn, even if it is a muggle way, but you let them take benefit of your vulnerability. I had thought that my Draco would never let anyone manipulate him but you did. Then when we got separated and when we were reunited, I had thought that my Draco would never accept defeat and try to die. He will rise and show everyone that no one can destroy him but you did. You are not my Draco anymore. You are a coward and a broken and a defeated man. My Draco would have done everything to find the culprits and get them punished. He would have compelled the whole ministry to beg for his mercy." Harry stopped for a minute to take a deep breath. He was panting and Draco was completely speechless. He stared at Harry, his mouth open in shock. He couldn't really deny anything and he could just stare in shock as Harry barked at him, his voice rude and furious, "You are a thief. You stole my Draco from me and hid him somewhere I can never find him again. Though I love you, I would always despise you for taking my Draco away from me."
None of them had noticed that Draco's parents had arrived and were standing at the door. Only when Harry turned around did they notice them standing there.
Mother cleared her throat uncomfortably and murmured "Your elf let us in. He was frightened so-"
"Save me the bullshit, Mrs. Malfoy. I am anyways leaving. Go and talk to your coward of a son." Draco practically jumped in shock when Harry barked at him, "Have some decency to dress properly in front of your parents at least. You are not a bloody child."
A flick of Harry's fingers and Draco found himself dressed in a black shirt and pyjamas. On this note, Harry left the room without sparing them another glance.
He stared at the door, standing dumbly and father and mother sat down on the chairs in front of his bed.
"Close your mouth and settle down Draco." Father muttered and Draco glared at him, "This is your fault father."
"Ah, of course, everything is ultimately my fault."
"Shut it." Mother snapped at Draco and father and they stared at her, "You have to speak to Harry, Draco. Fight for yourself like you always did. I did not give birth to a defeatist."
Father sighed at that and continued in an irritated tone, "I need to tell something. It might be related to the people who manipulated you. Talk to your husband and bring him back. I do not have entire day. I will owl others."
He stomped out of his room to talk to his angry husband, his eyes shining with a newly found strength.
I won't lose you again, Harry.
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