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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-7
First day back
"Draco, hullo." Draco grimaced. Weasley had taken to calling him by his first name and he spoke so politely that Draco could not help but revert back.
"Hello." He replied, turning his face a bit to acknowledge the red head. It was difficult since Harry was resting in his lap so he turned back to his Harry staring.
Weasley walked towards them and sat on the nearest chair available, looking at him "How is Harry?"
"I gave him the potion. He is not in pain and is sleeping." He replied, his eyes on Harry.
Weasley sighed and continued "We can convince him to stay with us if you cannot stay with him because of your busy schedule or anything else."
Anger spiked in Draco's mind and he tried to control himself from shouting at the stupid redhead. With narrowed eyes, he looked at Weasley and spoke "I am still alive and i can take care of him. I- we do not need any favour from Granger or you. I will stay with him and will conduct my business from our place."
"Just so you know, we don't mind if he stays with us." Weasley spoke and his eyes were unreadable. Draco snapped at him "There is no need. I am capable enough. Don't imply that I consider my profession more important than him."
Weasley nodded and stood up "Ok. I will take my leave then. Have a nice day."
"Harry." Draco nudged Harry's shoulders lightly to wake him up. It was time they left for home. Harry's discharge slip had been given to him by Granger. Harry had slept peacefully in his lap all the whole and Granger had told him curtly that Harry had not slept so well in years.
Before Draco could say anything, the woman had fled from the room, leaving them alone.
"Hmmm." Harry murmured and for a moment Draco just looked at his sleeping face. He wanted to take the man in his arms and suddenly his arms felt empty but he knew that he couldn't show false dreams to Harry. It would be wrong so he settled for stroking Harry's hair occasionally.
"Harry. We have to leave now. You can sleep at home." He said and Harry opened his eyes to look sleepily at him "Are you coming? I can't walk properly for two months"
"Yes. I am coming." Draco replied and crawled out of the bed. He stretched his body and noticed Harry's eyes trailing over his chest. Harry averted his eyes, his cheeks tinged pink when Draco cleared his throat and Draco helped Harry on the wheelchair he had ordered for Harry.
Together they apparated to Harry's home.
"I hate wheelchairs." Harry said and Draco had already known this fact so he sighed before muttering "We do not have any alternative yet."
That was the moment, he looked at the house. It was an absolute mess with clothes scattered all over the sitting room and it seemed that Harry had not got it cleaned at all.
Somehow, he controlled his temper and levitated Harry's wheelchair on the stairs and into Harry's room. His room was even messier.
He had to swallow to stay in control.
Harry was looking at him, as if expecting something. Draco just muttered "Go to sleep, Harry." After helping Harry on his bed.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked and Draco snapped at him "I am settling down in the next room."
"You can scold me if you want." Harry whispered and Draco finally shouted angrily at him "You have turned our house into a large dustbin. You are messier than a child and you never think of the repercussions at all."
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Harry listened to Draco's rant quietly. Draco was right. In the past, he might have shouted back at Draco but he did not say anything, choosing to accept his mistake instead.
"You will get an infection. It is possible that you already have an infection. How can you so irresponsible and unhygienic? " Draco stopped and looked at him questioningly.
"Sorry." Harry replied and looked at his hands. When Draco did not say anything, he looked up to find Draco's stunned eyes on him. "What?"
"You apologised and you never apologise. You always become defensive." Draco replied and Harry shrugged "You were always right. I took you for granted and i would have helped you clean the house, had I been able to."
Draco dismissed him "It's okay. I will call Kreacher and take his help. You must take rest." And started cleaning his room.
Harry was slightly surprised. Had it always been so easy to cool Draco down? Why had he never accepted his mistake?
"Go to sleep. Granger had told me that you need to sleep. I am calling Kreacher over here. He will help us." Draco said and called "Kreacher."
"Yes, Master" Kreacher, muttered and Harry noticed that the stupid elf was happy to be ordered by Draco.
"I want you to stay here for the next few months. We will need your help. Bring your belongings from the Gremmauld and start with cleaning the house. Leave this room and the next room to me as well as the kitchen." Draco ordered. This was not the old Draco malfoy. This was the man who was full of confidence and nothing would deter him.
Harry wondered if he would dominate him because he knew that he won't be able to tolerate it.
"Yes, master." The elf said and vanished.
Harry had already laid on the bed. Draco turned towards him after Kreacher left "Do you want something to eat?"
Harry shook his head silently and averted his eyes towards the ceiling.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked and Harry stayed quiet. "Did I say something offensive?"
Harry just shook his head.
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Draco tried again when Harry did not speak "Should I bring something? Tea and biscuits, perhaps?" but Harry just shook his head again.
"Okay." Draco replied softly, unable to comprehend the reason for Harry's silence.
"I was wondering-" Harry started and Draco halted to look at the man "Yes."
"Nothing." Harry spoke after sighing and continued softly "Can I go to sleep now?" Draco was a bit confused. Why was Harry asking him?
"Why are you asking me?" Draco asked and Harry answered "Just like that. Can I?"
"Yes, though you do not need my permission." Draco replied and Harry closed his eyes. Unconsciously, Draco started humming and Harry said "I love your voice."
"Thank you." Draco's cheeks felt warm and he hoped that he had not turned red.
"Draco."
"Hmmm." Draco answered while opening Harry's wardrobe to clean it. It was an absolute mess. He gathered the clothes in a pile to get them washed and started casting cleaning charms on the shelves.
"What was it like?" Harry asked and Draco froze. "What was what like?"
"I never asked you. Perhaps I should have. Did they always hurt you?" Harry asked and Draco was breathing hard by now because the memories were overwhelming. He had buried them in a corner of his mind and did not want to live those moments ever again. "I don't want to talk about it. Stop."
"Okay." Harry muttered in a heartbeat and then continued "My relatives hated me, you know."
Draco continued cleaning again. He did not know why Harry was behaving like this. He had refused to discuss anything about his past at all during their time together.
"Aunt Petunia hated me for being Lily's child and for having magic. Vernon hated magic altogether and Dudley was too bull-headed to think anything by himself."
Harry stopped after that and Draco waited for him to continue. But when Harry didn't, he turned around to face the man. His eyebrows rose when he found Harry curled into a small ball. Perhaps it was difficult for Harry. His best friends had wanted to tell Draco about it but Draco had refused, wanting to hear the story from Harry itself.
"Harry, do you want to change in your night suit. It must be uncomfortable. But none of your clothes are clean. Wear my night suit for tonight. Okay?" He asked and Harry refused saying "I don't like hand me downs. I will sleep in my boxers."
"Hand- me- what? I am your husband. My clothes are not hand me downs." Draco answered, totally stunned. He wondered about the reason of such a strong reaction from Harry. He also wondered why he felt so good when he called Harry his husband. He had wanted to end their marriage after all and it would be better for Harry if he found someone else.
Harry did not answer and Draco knew that he would feel cold in boxers so he sighed "Okay. Then you will have to manage in these clothes for an hour. I will get a pair cleaned by Kreacher."
"Thank you. I can't tell you more yet. I will when I am comfortable." Harry said and before Draco realized what he was doing, he walked towards the miserable ball that was Harry and turned him over to hug him.
No words were exchanged. They were not needed. Draco knew that Harry was reliving old and painful memories and he could empathise with him.
Harry hugged him back and when Draco pulled back, Harry's eyes were calm "I will have tea if you don't mind. I have not eaten anything so it would be nice to have something to eat as well."
Draco nodded silently and replied "Take some rest. I will ask Kreacher to clean your night clothes and get tea and something to eat with it ready for you.
"I want to help you-" Harry started and Draco cut him off "I want you to take rest. I will wake you up. Please sleep."
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"Okay." Harry replied and closed his eyes to sleep. He had never noticed that Draco's presence was so comforting. "I loved your treacle tart, you know."
Draco was at the door when he spoke those words. He kept his eyes deliberately closed and Draco whispered curtly "You said that it was just like other treacle tarts, nothing special."
"I was being stupid. You always added extra raisins and caramel for me. Nobody puts caramel in Treacle Tarts. I loved it and often waited for you to make it again." Harry stopped and waited but Draco did not answer so he continued "I should have told you. I am sorry that I didn't."
Draco did not reply for a few moments but Harry was aware that the blonde had not left the room.
"I liked the dress robes you chose for me, Harry." Draco spoke and Harry was surprised but he kept his eyes closed. He did not want to chase Draco away yet "But you said that my choice was bad."
"I lied. I liked them and I still wear them in my most important meetings, though I have a variety of robes now." Draco replied and left, closing the door behind him with a softly mumbled "This does not change anything. I am not good for you. You deserve better than me."
Harry sighed and opened his eyes. It was not much but it was something. No one knew the extent of emotional torture he had suffered at the Dursleys. His best friends knew a few things but he had kept most of the things from them as well.
It had felt good to talk to Draco and he would like to do it again in future.
Perhaps, then Draco would realize that he is not the only one who is broken.
Harry closed his eyes and an image of Dudley pinning him to the wall and punching him while shouting "Faggot" in front of his friends came behind his eyes and he curled in a ball again.
It would have been better to have no family at all, rather than having such a horrid family.
Perhaps, he would make Draco realize that no one except him would be able to tolerate Harry's eccentricities and insecurities.
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