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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: Okay,
here is the next chapter, I�m sorry I didn�t update it last week, I forgot, so
here are the two chapters.. I haven�t really been working on this story too
much, but hopefully I�ll get back into it soon and be able to keep a few
chapters ahead from you guys. Anywho, thank you heaps for the reviews, I know I
always say I hate my chapters, it�s mainly because I read over it and I just
know I can do better and yet at the same time I just can�t� it�s confusing. But
thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Nine � Strength

�Feeling better?� Harry asks as I come out of the bathroom
and into the lounge room, brushing my damp hair.

�Hm. I borrowed one of your shirts, if you don�t mind� I
state, not really caring if he minds or not anyway. He should be use to me
borrowing his clothes all the time, he�s never mentioned that it�s bothered him
before so I don�t think he�s about to start mentioning it now.

�No. Here�s your drink� He states as he hands me the warm
mug and sits down beside me with his own cup of coffee.

�Thanks.� I�m forced to eye him up suspiciously though. He
seems awfully calm and collected, especially seeing as it�s only been half an
hour since I told him about my horrible kidnapping.

Shouldn�t he be a little more peeved? Shouldn�t he at least
be screaming at me to let him go so he can kill the bastard? Isn�t he meant to
be demanding that I let him torture and kill, as a good boyfriend should? Why
isn�t he out there seeking revenge in my honour? Why isn�t he being a charming
boyfriend by going out there and ripping Thomas�s head off?

He is no longer recognised as a good boyfriend in my eye!

�What?� Harry suddenly asks as he looks to me with a raised
brow.

I have the decency to blush, but I also have the decency to
narrow my eyes and pull my blush back before he gets that amused � Ah! Too
late!

�Nothing!� I make sure to snap back, �It�s just that� Well
aren�t you meant to� Oh, forget it!� I can�t take that smirk anymore!!

Chuckling, the ex-Gryffindor of a freak wraps his arms
around my waist once again (after he put his coffee down � Thank Merlin because
I don�t want to have to have a shower again)
and pulls me against him, nearly making me spill my hot chocolate in the
process � if I have to take a shower, he�s coming too, no� wait, I want to
rephrase that statement of punishment.

He�s so insensitive!

�What?� He asks again as he kisses the top of my head.

I now can�t fight back my blush as I think over why I was
glaring at him. It�s too embarrassing to tell him that I expect him to run out
and beat the crap out of Thomas with me calling from the door not to do it�
that�s so� un-us. But I want at least a little more fireworks then a rigid and
cold glaring boyfriend� I wanted yelling, screaming, things exploding and the
next minute a dead Thomas at my feet in a God like offering.

�Nothing! It�s nothing!� Yes, safer to stick with the
�Nothing� line, no way in hell will I ever let him know what I was thinking. I
have at least a little bit of dignity to keep, the bastards taken too much
already.

Chuckling once more � the bastard �kisses the top of my head
again, but he doesn�t pull away and instead rests his chin there, breathing
deeply. �I�m glad you�re alright� he whispers, his arms tightening around me.

�I won�t be if you continue to squeeze me� I state with a
small smirk. I really don�t mind, but hey, I have to work hard to get him to
blush, and I think my hard work has payed off because he�s just buried his face
into the side of my neck.

�Sorry.�

As you should be. Aww, aren�t you just cute! I can�t take it
anymore! This man is just so adorable. If he isn�t the all mighty smirking
asshole he�s the cute boyfriend of mine that I love to be with. So with my
squeal ready and waiting I put my mug on the ground and turn towards him and
swing my leg over his lap and straddle him.

Harry looks to me, brow raised as he slips his arms around
my waist.

I�m almost an inch from asking �What the fuck was I
thinking?� As I look into the vibrant � smirking - green eyes.

This was what he wanted! I just know it! He wanted me to think
he was adorable and cute just so he could get me in his lap, the sneaky
bastard. I will seek my revenge. I will� I will dominate him. Oh, yes, the
scheme will work for I have the power over him!

And so with my �Dominate the Twisted Bastard� moving into
action, I move with it and slowly lean forward. My hands snake up to his
shoulders and I make sure that if he tries to lean forward I�ll be ready and
waiting to push him back.

Ah ha! And he tries just that! As I stop a few inches from
his lips, he goes to move closer to close the gap. I�m ready for his attack and
I push him back, not allowing any lip touching, though instead of submitting to
me Harry raises a brow and looks at me curiously.

I smirk. Oh yes, I am the dominant figure here! I � I � I
need to find something to tie his hands down with!!!

I may have prevented lip touching, but why have I forgotten
that this ex-Gryffindor has hands? Those two things are the most destructive of
limbs that he has, his hands are what can turn my body into putty.

Harry�s hands are leaving my waist and are moving under my
shirt, slipping gingerly up my back.

The touch sends dozens of shivers up my back, making me
almost bite my lower lip as I desperately search for a way to get his hands to
stop touching me, this would be really easy if I had my damn wand!

How am I meant to dominate him when he�s touching me like
that? How am I meant to show him that I am his master when he�s using �The
Reverting to Jelly Touch?�

I can�t! I can�t fight that touch, and he knows it!!

I�m just about to hit full mode panic, but I�m saved!
Someone�s at the door!

Harry looks far from �I�m saved� he looks more like �They�re
dead�. It�s hard to please everyone now days.

I look smugly down to the raven haired man and go to move
off him so that I can answer the door and kiss my saviour� who ever it is, it
better not be Fred� I�ve been there and done that and I did not
enjoy it one bit.

As I slip off my boyfriends lap, smug look still in place, I
make my way towards the door. I can�t help but snigger when I hear a small
curse coming from Harry, I know that if I look over my shoulder I�d find him
glaring at either me or the door. Ah, sometimes my life has its rewards. This
is a day to saviour.

However, when I open the door and see who is on the other
side I can safely say that all happy thoughts are gone as I look into surprised
blue eyes. It�s the bitch� of all people�

�Ginny� I say with a small nod of my head. Try as I may I
can�t get rid of the disgusted look as I scan over her. She�s got what I believe
some people call a skirt, but when I see it on this Weasley I like to refer to
it as a strip of material, or a belt may even do it� but then that may be
giving it justice that it just does not disserve.

�Malfoy� Ginny says in a very open �I wasn�t expecting you
to be here, where�s Harry?� kind of voice.

�Hello Ginny, what are you doing here?� Harry asks as he
comes up behind me and looks over to the girl in front of him.

I want to throw up at the way her face lights up, but I
manage to hold myself and just flinch. This girl just doesn�t know when to give
up. Harry and I are dating is that so
hard to understand? What part of boyfriends doesn�t click with her? Should I
start wearing a name-tag, one that says clearly �Draco Malfoy, boyfriend to Harry Potter�?

�I heard what happened. I just wanted to see you� I went to
the hospital but they said you were already gone� she stated with a look of
worry etched over her bitchy face.

My eyes are safely narrowed into dangerous slits. I really
hate this girl and her constant flirting with Harry. I may only have been
dating him for a few months now, but that does not mean that the relationship
isn�t strong enough for me to state that I can�t get jealous.

Harry�s a very handsome man, and he knows I know that� A lot
of other people do too. I think it didn�t help when Witches Weekly wanted to
use his face on the cover of their Playboy magazine� that helped to build his
undamaged ego, or maybe it was because I told them all to get out with the
threat of a few unforgivable�s?� Anyway, that�s not the point. The point is
that Harry attracts a lot of people, and I can�t help but sometimes get the
fear that he�ll leave me one day for someone like Ginny� that�d be a really big
blow.

Harry smiles to her and rests his hand on my waist, though
she won�t see it because the open door is blocking half my body from sight.
�I�m fine, I was more worried about Draco� He stated.

Always the modest one, never likes to have worry directed at
him, whenever he gets put in the spotlight he�s quick to throw it onto another,
and lucky for him I love the spotlight. So I smile to the girl in front of me.

�But Harry, you were shot� you shouldn�t be out of hospital
yet� she stated as she continued to look to the brunette worriedly. It would be
amusing to watch Harry squirm under the eye of a worried Harry-lover, but I
don�t like Ginny so it�s anything but amusing.

�Ginny, I�m fine, I promise� Harry reassures with a smile.

Great, she looks like she wants to come in. I can�t handle
this� I don�t want to be around if she�s going to be here, flirting all over
him.

I�ve made my mind up. There�s no way I�m going to get a
headache by forcing myself to listen to her whiny voice and try to pretend I
don�t notice her scathing comments about me. No, I don�t think I�ll give her
the pleasure of tormenting me in front of Harry.

�I think I may go and lie down� I state as I give a small
smile to the girl and then look over my shoulder to Harry. �I�ve had a long day.
That okay with you?� I ask, not really caring if it is or isn�t, I don�t want
to be around this bitch, and I know that Harry can take care of himself when it
comes to her.

Harry raises a brow at me, his green eyes telling me that he
knew why I was leaving and that he understood. He hooked his arm around my
waist and kissed me lightly on the lips, just a small kiss that didn�t allow my
body to turn to goo but did allow my mind to cloud a little.

�Okay� he says as he pulls back and lets me go.

I almost feel like turning to Ginny and telling her to go,
after all she had interrupted something� but instead of that I smile and walk
down the hallway, towards Harry�s bedroom, leaving Harry and Ginny to talk.

As soon as I get into Harry�s room I collapse onto the bed,
and it isn�t until I slip under the covers and throw the jeans and shirt off
the side that I realise just how tired I am.

It�s nice in here, the room is warm and the pillows smell of
Harry. I tug the blankets over my shoulders and wrap my arms around the pillow
under my head.

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

I�ve often wondered what reaction I�d get if I just suddenly
started screaming as loud as I possibly can.

Of curse I�d be looked at like a total moron, perhaps even
get a few phycologists numbers put at my feet. Harry would probably be
searching for some kind of attacker, that or he�d lean against the doorway,
arms crossed over his chest, a dark brow quirked in amusement, lets not forget
that small curve in the lips� this, of course, is the current look I am
receiving at this very moment. But the thing is that screaming is such a nice
form of release, as you scream you think of everything that makes you angry or
upset, or even embarrassed, and you just scream it out of your system. Of
course I�m not going to scream, mainly because I don�t want to make a fool of
myself in front of Harry; he�s too easily amused.

�What?� I finally snap at him, not at all finding his
smirking face fond to look at.

Shaking his head Harry moved into the room. I don�t like the
way he�s looking at me. I may be a dessert sometimes in his eyes, but it�s
about time he went on a diet.

I pull the blanket up to my chin and glare back at him.
�No.� And that�s all I really need to say, he�ll get what I mean.

And he seems to get the answer, because he just rolled his
eyes. The nerve!

He sits on the edge of the bed and continues to look at me.
His deep green eyes just locked with mine, a patient aura around him. I can�t
help but squirm a little under his gaze.

�What?!� I snap again, this time not bothering with the
blankets as I prop myself up onto my elbows and look back at him.

It seems like he�s trying to find the right words, like he�s
trying to brace me for something. �Draco, there was a call� You don�t have to
do this if you don�t feel comfortable with it, but David thinks it�d be best if
you testify� he said softly.

Testify? As in stand in front of a crowed and tell them what
happened to me? Stand in front of a crowed and have to look Thomas in the eye
and tell everyone that I had once dated him, that he used to beat me up? I
don�t know if I can do that.

My doubt and worries must be showing through my facial
expressions because Harry�s now leaning forward, his hand rising to gently cup
the side of my face. He leans his forehead against mine and continues to look
at me.

�You know you don�t have to do this� he stated calmly,
making sure I understood that I have a choice. �We can ask for a silent
testimony� where you don�t have to face Thomas at all� he stated.

�I � I�d rather that� I manage to say. There�s no way in
hell I want strangers to know what happened to me or anything about my troubled
past. I�m not about to volunteer that information out to the public.

�David wants us down there by three� he stated.

I frown, three. �What time is it?� I ask as I pull back a
little, trying to look around the brunette to the clock.

�It�s one thirty� Harry supplied with a quick kiss to my
forehead. �I�ve made some lunch if you�re hungry.�

Aw, he�s taking care of me. How sweet� If I hadn�t just been
kidnapped I�d be wondering what he was after, but seeing as I have been
kidnapped I know that it�s genuine. So I give him a smile and a nod. �Thanks�.

We ate pancakes with maple syrup, my favourite. We don�t
really talk about the testimony that is slowly drawing closer, but I did bring
up the subject of him being in hospital with a bullet wound.

�It wasn�t that serious� Harry assures me as he shrugs his
left shoulder and continues to dunk his pancake into the maple syrup. �I was
just out for a few hours, they moved me to Merlins Hospital
and I stayed there for about two hours before I decided to leave�.

�You�re avoiding the question, Harry� I exhort with a rather
tired voice.

He doesn�t look too interested in answering my question;
instead he�s concentrating on his food. �It doesn�t matter. I�m fine� he states
finally after a short and stressed silence.

�So you�re admitting that you weren�t released from the
hospital?� I reprimand with a frown. Does this man want to die?

Harry looks up and over to me with a serious expression. �I
was more worried about you! No one had heard from you, and I had suddenly
picked up the Daily Prophet and read
that you had eloped. It was on the
front page, with a picture of you and Tomas disappearing
and everything. I was worried! � he
stressed to me with a sigh. He dropped his head into his hand, his fingers in
his hair.

I understand that he was worried about me, and I�m touched,
really. But I can�t help but frown back at him. �Harry, you could have done
yourself some serious damage! You should think about that! I don�t want to lose
you!� And I said it. My eyes widen, almost commercially as my hand shoots to my
mouth, trying to catch the words, but it�s too late, they had escaped and they
are now hanging between Harry and myself, teasing me.

Harry looks up from the table, his green eyes shifting to
lock with my still wide silver ones. He looks startled with my confession,
trust me though, I�m more startled then he is.

There�s the largest silence now hanging in the air around
us, it�s so pregnant that I expect someone to scream and fall into labour any
minute now. I�m still sitting on my side of the table, a hand over my mouth and
my eyes � not as wide as before but wide enough � on Harry in shock.

Harry�s looking back at me, silent and watchful, almost like
he�s reading through my soul, trying to find out why I just admitted that.
Then, slowly his face softens and he leans across the table, his hand rising to
the one over my mouth, slowly he pulls it from my lips and holds it, his thumb
rubbing over my skin.

�I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to worry you. If you want, I�ll go
to the hospital after the hearing and get a check up� he assured me. He seems
to be sincere enough, and though I�m still a little on edge of the confession I
just made to both him and myself, I didn�t even know I felt that way� well I
guess I did in some way� I just didn�t expect to hear myself say those words so
soon into our relationship.

I nod silently, not knowing if I want to trust myself
talking. What if I say more things I�m not ready to admit to both him and
myself? With that thought my hand tightens subconsciously in Harry�s.

Does that mean I�m ready to move in with him? Does that mean
that both Harry and I are ready for the next stage? Well I know he�s ready� as
he�s told me a few times before, he�s been wanting to be with me for years, I�m
the one that�s holding the relationship back. I�m the one that has to become
ready. Harry�s already there, he�s prepared and just waiting for me to catch up
and become comfortable.

I stay silent. I�m thankful that Harry isn�t bringing up
what I said, instead he�s continuing to rub his thumb over my hand and eat his
pancakes, but I know he�s thinking about it, he�s holding my hand with some pressure,
and there�s a small curve to his lips as he eats. Great, this isn�t doing his
ego any good; we�re going to have to widen the doors for his head.

Finally the meal is over and I�ve broken off to get some
warm clothes on and make myself presentable for public displaying. Though once
again I have the urge to scream as I try to ignore Harry in the reflection of
the mirror, he�s on the other side of the room, lying on the bed with his arms
under his head, his gaze lazily on me.

�Isn�t there something else you can be doing? I mean other
then looking at me?� I snipe once I almost tug my hair in frustration.
Nothing�s going right!

Look at my hair! It�s a mess! It looks like the winds gotten
a hold of it! And my clothes! These don�t suit me� I don�t look good in them! I
don�t feel comfortable and I show this as I tug on the hem of the jumper with a
scowl on my face as I glare at my reflection, it only glares back at me before
cracking up laughing and pointing at me� that doesn�t help my anger issue.

�Stupid mirror! Stupid jumper! Doesn�t even look good!
Stupid hair!� I murmur in a rage, knowing full well that I�m only making Harry
amused with me.

I�m nervous. Okay, I admit that. I am as nervous as an
innocent prisoner on his execution day. What am I meant to do? Nothing looks
right on me, all my clothes seem to be strangling me, they all seem to be too
tight around me. I feel claustrophobic and just plain broody.

I don�t know if I can talk in front of all these people. I
mean, only Harry knows about my past� well him and Pansy and Blaise, but other
then that I�m alone� and I�m meant to just walk up to some strangers and tell
them what�s happened to me? How the hell do people expect me to do that?

�Draco, you look fine� Harry�s gentle voice calls over to
me. I only glare at his reflection.

No I don�t. I look horrible. I feel dirty and I probably
look it too. Look at my hair! Look at what I�m wearing! People are probably
going to take one look at me and know what I�ve done� and for some reason I
feel like I�m in the bad� like I�m the one that�s going to be getting put away,
not Thomas.

�Come here� The brunette suddenly says.

I turn to him, my hands on my hips. �Harry, I�m really not
in the mood� I snap before turning back to the mirror with a deep scowl.

�I don�t expect you to be. Just come here, please� he says,
with more kindness, as if he�s trying to call a scared rabbit from its burrow.

I am not a
rabbit! And I�m not scared, I�m
nervous, there�s a difference!

I turn again towards the man that I�m cursed to call my
boyfriend, though this time I�m looking at him defeated.

�I can�t do this, Harry! Those people� I can�t just tell
them� I � I don�t think I can� I announced.

I feel stupid for feeling so nervous� but I can�t help it.
I�ve never told anyone other then my most trusted friends about my past� and
now these people � complete strangers � are just expecting me to walk into
their building, me, Draco Malfoy, and
tell them that I have been sexually abused since I was eight, beaten by
ex-boyfriends� they expect me to just tell them that Thomas was one of my
ex-boyfriend, known for hitting me when I angered him, and occasionally rapping
me when he got horny. I can�t tell strangers this.

Harry pushed himself onto his elbows, his face
understanding. �Come here� he states as he shifts across in the bed.

I find myself obeying before I nod my head.

I make my way towards Harry and climb onto the bed, I only
settle when Harry�s arms are wrapped around me and my heads resting on his
chest, my ear right on top of his heart. I listen for a while as his heart
beats the song of life.

Harry�s arms are comfortable around me, his fingers sliding
through my hair gently. �You don�t have to do this� he whispers to me.

�I know� but I have to� if I want to feel safe I have to know
that Thomas is away from me� and in jail where he can�t hurt anyone else� I
murmur.

I can�t imagine someone else having to go through Thomas�s
beatings and yelling. It�d be too cruel to wish for it to be on someone else.
Thomas doesn�t disserve to have anyone love him; he doesn�t disserve to walk
the streets and continue to live as if he was in the right. He has to be put
away, he has to be showed that what he has done is wrong and that I am no
longer going to take his shit sitting down.

Harry nods his understanding. �Just remember that I�m going
to be there the entire time� he reminds me.

I feel a small smile coming to my lips, I can�t help it. No
matter what I go through, Harry�s there. It�s sweet, and it shows me just how
lucky I am to have someone like him. I may not show it often, but I appreciate
what I have with Harry, even if he gets on my nerves sometimes. He�s still
there for me, he has never raised a hand to me, and he has never forced me to
do something I don�t want to do. He has always just been there, waiting for me
to give my okay before he does anything, and even then I have to be yelling at
him to do something because he�s unsure if I mean it.

He�s sweet; he�s everything I want in a lover: Caring,
gentle, loving, loyal, handsome and much more. Sometimes I�m unsure if I
disserve him. I had hurt him in school a lot, and yet he still loves me and he
still wants to be with me. I never want to take him for granted.

I nuzzle into his shoulder and nod. �Thank you�.

I don�t know how long we stayed in each others arms, just
lying on the bed. We still have a while before we�re due at the Ministry. I�m
trying not to think about it. I�m trying to concentrate on those fingers
running through my hair, and the beating heart under my head.

I think I heard something mumbled. �Hm?� I ask as I raise my
head, noticing for the first time that Harry�s fingers are a little slower as
they run through my hair. When I look over to the brunette I can�t help but
smile. He�s falling asleep.

There, lying in front of me is a half asleep Harry Potter.
His eyes closed and his lips parted as he slowly falls deeper into slumber. His
head is tilted to the side on the pillow and as I look to his chest I watch as
it slowly raises and falls.

He�s cute, I always find him cuter when he sleeps, maybe
it�s because he can�t look amused or cocky; he can only look adorable and
innocent. He has that air of power around him, but at the same time he looks
like a sleeping prince, still demanding the acknowledgment of his power, yet
more peaceful because he can�t scream �Off with their heads�. It�s sweet.

I raise my hand and brush away the dark hair from his
fringe. He moans and his head turns into my touch. Aw! How cute!

With a glance over to the clock, I see that it�s a quater
past two, plenty of time for Harry to sleep. He really does look tired now that
I take notice. But I can�t blame him, what with being shot and than worrying
about me, I don�t think he�s had enough time to sit down and just rest.

And what with that bitch dropping by. I think it should have
been me that dealt with her while he rested. Oh well, at least he�s getting
some sleep now.

I watch Harry, almost hypnotised as he sleeps peacefully in
front of me. It�s almost hard to believe how far we�ve come along. I mean, we
had fought by the dozen back in school. We were out to get each other into as
much trouble as we could. And than I didn�t hear from him. And now look at us�
we�re dating, and I have to admit that our relationship is very strong� every
now and again I wonder if we are meant to be with one another, if that�s why we
were always bringing out the strongest and best in each other.

I remember when I first met Harry for the second time once
the war was over, when I was with� what was his name again? Chad? But Harry had saved me. He
had no idea who I was but he had saved me. Mind you I was as naive as they came
and just saw a hot guy in front of me, not even realising that this hot guy was
my heated enemy.

I almost feel dirty and like a slut when I think about what
happened from there. We went down on each other� I didn�t even know his name,
and I had been quite sure that he didn�t know me. We had slept with each other,
and it wasn�t until he made a comment that I realised who he was� and then I
was just scared and confused.

I had ran away, as far and as fast as I could.

I can almost laugh as I look back to that night. I had been
scared, and I hadn�t been sure why Harry had allowed me to do that, he still
apologise for that night, he continues to tell me that he had been sure I had
known who he was.

But I�m not angry at him in the least. We both just went
along with something that was in the air. We both weren�t thinking very
clearly.

Then again, if I hadn�t had slept with Harry, if I hadn�t
had been saved by him, we wouldn�t be here today. I�d still be moving from
relationship to relationship. I�d be ducking fists and locking myself in rooms
to escape the wrong choices. I wouldn�t be lying here with Harry, I wouldn�t be
feeling comfortable and loved� and I most definitely wouldn�t be feeling safe.

I don�t know if Harry and I will ever get so far as to the
�I do�s� I mean that doesn�t seem very possible� I think at the most we�ll move
in with each other and last the days out that way. It�s what I want.

�What are you thinking about?� Harry�s sluggish voice breaks
me from my thoughts.

Looking over to the brunette, I want to say those few words
�I want to move in with you�, but instead they catch in my throat and I only
shake my head. �Nothing much� just the trial and all� I state.

I want to tell him because I feel sure of myself; I can tell
that this is what I want� I want to move in with him, I want to be able to call
it �Our place� I want to be able to get angry at him for leaving the tea towel
on the bench top� I really do, but I just can�t bring myself to say it.

It�s not that I�m worried he�ll turn on me and say he
doesn�t want to live with me any more� though now that I think about it my
nerves are running. But I know that Harry would be ecstatic, I know he�ll be
happy if I told him this� but I can�t get the words to leave my throat. It was
almost like when I knew I loved him� I couldn�t say it for a while.

�You�ll do fine� Harry assures me as he runs his hand
through my hair again.

�I know. Why don�t you go back to sleep? You�re probably
exhausted� I suggest as I scan his face. He still looks tired, but he only
shakes his head at me and his arm that�s hooked around my waist tightens.

�It�s okay. I�ll get plenty of sleep once all this is over�
he once again assures me. This man is doing a lot of assuring today.

�Okay, but we have plenty of time� I point out as I look
back over to the clock. It�s now two thirty, okay, we don�t have that much
time.

Following my gaze over to the clock, Harry gives a small sigh.
�We should probably start to get ready around now.�

I only nod with a sick and sinking feeling in my stomach. I
don�t know if I�ll survive this. I swallow thickly and push myself up. I can do
this. I have to do this. I can�t just sit here and allow my fears to control my
life. This is all going to be confidential, so I really shouldn�t worry about
the public knowing. But then again a lot of people are out to get some dirt on
me, and someone in the meeting may just find this as the information they have
been waiting for.

�I � I can�t do this Harry� I suddenly say with a horse
voice. I really can�t do this. My hands are shaking lightly and I feel like I�m
about to be sick. I don�t think I�ll be able to utter a word when it comes to
giving my testimony.

Harry, who has stood and was pulling on his dark green �
almost black � robes turns to me, his face soft as he walks over and kneels in
front of me. �Draco, you�ll do fine. But you have to remember that you have to
do this� Thomas has to be put away and you�re the only person that can do that�
he reminded me with a calm voice.

I find myself chewing on my lower lip as I give a small nod
of understanding. �I know that� it�s just that I don�t know if I�m ready to
just say it� to just tell complete strangers what I�ve been through� telling
you was different� I trust you� but I don�t know if I can-� My voice cut off
and I felt heat prickling behind my eyes.

I know I have the right to get worked up about this, it�s a
serious thing. I�m about to tell complete strangers that my life has been hell.
I want people to know, I want people to know that my life hasn�t been all
lolly-pops and smiles� I�ve got shadows that would make the toughest man
swallow nervously. I want people to know what I�ve survived my entire life, but
at the same time I�m scared of what they may say or do, I�m scared that they�ll
look at me like I�m disgusting and that I�m just a common whore.

It�s not that I�m weak, and I know I�m not a whore, none of
what has happened to me has been my fault. I haven�t been able to prevent these
things from happening. I know I�ve tried, and Harry knows I tried� but these
are complete strangers I�m about to tell�

Not even Hermione and Ron know what I�ve gone through�
granted they have a small idea, but they have no idea what the big picture is�
and I never intend on telling them unless it�s a serious matter� but at the
moment I�d rather tell them a point to point description of my past then go in
front of these strangers and tell them what Thomas has done to me.

The feeling of my face being cupped manages to bring me out
from my feverish thoughts. I look down into Harry�s eyes and I feel a tear slip
down my cheek and onto his hand. I can�t stop the tears, nor can I stop my body
from trembling.

�You�re brave, Draco. I would never be able to survive what
you�ve gone through� he says to me kindly as he places a kiss on the corner of
my mouth. �You don�t have to tell them everything if you�re not comfortable.
And we can ask about just using a pensive, so that you don�t have to say
anything, you don�t have to be there if you don�t want to. But you do have to
put this man away Draco� Harry tells me as he looks me in the eye softly.

�I � I know� want to� I just�� I break off again and Harry
nods in front of me with understanding.

Letting go of my face his arms move around my waist in a
comforting hug. �I know� he says in a whisper that brushes past my ear. �It�ll
be all over though. Just concentrate on what you want to do tomorrow� he tells
me.

What I want to do tomorrow? I want to do nothing, I just
want to lay in bed with Harry and do nothing.

To Be Continued�
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