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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-9
Nightmares
" We are going to try something new today Draco." He smirked and Draco averted his eyes. To accept that he was scared would prove that he was weak but he was in fact very scared. This particular client was vile and always had dirty ideas.
" Won't you ask what?" Simpson twisted his face and looked at him, his eyes full of lust. Draco tried to control his breathing. He was terrified because Simpson was looking very happy tonight. He wondered what the surprise was.
" What?" He asked in a small voice from his position on the bed. He had been ordered to wait for him in starkers, laid on the bed on his stomach like a feast.
Simpson did not answer. A few moments later, Draco felt something dripping on his back and flowing to his hips and legs. He couldn't look back so he asked "What is this?"
" Nothing painful I assure you." Simpson murmured, his voice full of lust and Draco wanted scoff because pain did not always mean physical pain.
A few minutes later when Draco sniffed, he realized that whisky was being poured on his body. He swallowed bile when he realized what Simpson was about to do.
As he had expected, when his back and hips and legs were completely covered with whisky, Simpson started licking it. His tongue trailed from his neck, to back and down to his hips. The vile tongue did not leave a single part of his back untouched and Draco wanted to vomit. He was disgusted and he couldn't even move. The bastard had tied his hands on either side of his head.
" Stop." He said when Simpson started pouring whisky inside his anus and Simpson laughed evilly "Draco, darling I can't stop. You know just how much I like to experiment with you."
Tears streamed down his eyes when the bastard started licking his anus thoroughly and poured more whisky. "Please stop." He tried again and received a wicked laugh in return.
He had never been so disgusted in his entire life. He couldn't move and even as tears streamed down his eyes, he cursed his father for leading him to this fate.
Simpson did not stop at that though. He turned Draco around and laughed on his tears, even as he poured whisky all over his front and licked each and every part of his body. Draco wanted to die in that moment. He wanted to run away. He had never asked for this. If he had to tolerate this for earning money, then so be it, he was ready to die.
When he tried to struggle, he received a slap in return. Of course this was nothing new. He was a slut, a bought commodity and he was not allowed to have a mind or wishes or dignity or self respect.
It hurt, nevertheless and tears fell relentlessly. He was licked and bitten and fucked and all he could do was stay tied up and take it.
The most humiliating moment was when the bastard didn't come inside him. He came inside Draco's mouth and then slapped him again. He did not even bother to untie him. He just left after throwing notes on his chest.
Draco woke up, sweating and screaming, his voice hoarse and his face covered with tears. The first thing he did was looking around to confirm that he was in his own house. The thought brought a little comfort to him. It did not stop the disgust and feeling of tongue and whisky all over him, however.
He knew that bathing won't help. This was not the first time this was happening. He used to cast multiple silencing spells in Severus' home to prevent waking him up. He did not feel the need to put up the charm here, though he always had in the latter years of their marriage when they had slept in different rooms.
When he had confirmed that he was in fact in his house instead of that madhouse, he tried to breath normally and calm his heartbeats.
The fear receded and made way for grief. He started sobbing uncontrollably. The thought that he did not cast the silencing charm did not escape him. Perhaps he wanted Harry to hear and come to him. He did not know for sure what he wanted though. He curled on the corner of his bed and started crying. The disgust won't leave him and he wanted to finish himself. He wanted to tell Harry but he couldn't. He did not want to destroy the little relationship that they had. Harry would be disgusted of him and he didn't want it.
But he couldn't control himself. He just wanted to forget everything. The blasted British delegates were coming tomorrow and were bring the memories with them.
He hiccupped and wiped his eyes. He did not want to meet them. It was possible that one of them knew and they would take him back. He did not want to go back.
But there was no other alternative. He couldn't let them be burnt. He couldn't take it on his conscience. It was a few seconds later that he heard a knock on the door.
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Harry was not sleeping. He was tossing and turning on his bed. He had a feeling that Draco shouldn't meet these delegates but he also knew that Draco won't listen to him at all.
A few minutes later, he realized that he had been right. He heard Draco sobbing and crying frantically next door. Alarmed, he sat straight.
"Kreacher. Kreacher."
"Yes, Master Harry." The elf replied and he spoke "Help me on this wheel chair and take me to Draco's room.
"Yes, master."
The elf helped him on the chair and dragged his chair to Draco's room. He was on the door when he asked Kreacher to leave and the elf vanished.
"Draco." He spoke loudly and knocked on the door. But Draco did not answer. The only answer he received was the increase of his sobs.
"Draco. I am opening the door." Still, Draco did not answer and Harry cast a wandless spell to open the door and his heart clenched when he saw Draco curled in a ball on the corner of his bed, trying to rub his body all over with his hands.
He dragged his chair inside and closed the door. With some difficulty, he placed himself on the bed because his legs hurt.
Draco did not move at all. He just continued crying and Harry looked at him helplessly. He did not understand what he was supposed to do. All he wanted was to hug Draco tightly and he had a hunch that it would be unwelcome so he refrained from moving closer to the man.
He lifted the blanket and crawled inside it, facing Draco's back. Draco's sobbing had reduced a bit and so had his trembling and he noticed it.
Licking his lips, he cautiously touched Draco's shoulder with his fingers and waited for the man to snap at him. The reaction that he received was shocking. All of a sudden Draco turned around and jumped in his arms. Harry was surprised but wrapped his arms around Draco's waist willingly. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry as well and started sobbing in his neck.
He buried his nose in the crook of his neck and started sniffing and Harry still did not understand the reason of this action.
Another thing he noticed was that Draco was trying to- to bury himself in Harry's arms somehow. He stroked Draco's hair and asked "What happened? Had a nightmare?"
Draco did not answer and Harry felt him wrap his arms and legs tightly around Harry, as if trying to feel Harry all around him.
What does he want? Harry wondered and knew that he won't get any answer from Draco even if he asked.
Draco inhaled Harry's neck deeply and Harry was really alarmed now. Draco was not stopping. He was trembling and crying and was in pain and Harry could feel his own eyes prickling. He could feel his heart aching to comfort the blonde but he did not know how.
Experimentally, he stroked Draco's hips from his pyjamas and Draco's breathe hitched.
"What do you want, Draco?" Harry asked and Draco did not answer, so he pushed his fingers inside his pyjamas, waiting for the blonde to snap at him. The reaction that he got was opposite. Draco's trembling stopped.
So he started stroking Draco's hips softly and he wanted to explore them but he knew that Draco needed him so he settled for stroking the skin.
Draco was breathing normally now and he started stroking Draco's spine and complete back. He trailed his hand from Draco's neck to spine to hips and finally after about fifteen minutes, Draco stopped crying.
But Harry could feel his own breathe hitch now. He wanted to say several things. He wanted to ask Draco to talk to him but he realized that he couldn't utter even a word. He was startled when he realized that his eyes were wet.
Draco was in pain and he needed to talk to Harry about it. What was stopping the blonde? What did he have to do to make him tell everything to Harry? How had Draco lived for the past decade and was Draco's depression the result of keeping everything inside him?
A few minutes later, he realized that Draco had slept with his face on Harry's shoulders and Harry couldn't sleep. If Harry's presence soothed Draco then Harry would sleep with the blonde and he would promise Draco not to take advantage. But he knew that Draco knew that Harry would never take anyone's advantage. He wouldn't want to look weak and so he would never accept Harry's decision. Harry would have to devise some other way.
He wrapped his arms tightly around Draco and sighed when he felt Draco bury his face in his neck again.
He would think of something. The bigger concern was the meeting with those blasted delegates that were arriving tomorrow. He was sure that they were the reason Draco had snapped tonight. He had known that they were trouble.
He kissed Draco's head softly and was not surprised when Draco snored. He had known that Draco always slept well with him. What he had not known was that his absence had this effect on Draco. He would never have let Draco sleep alone in the last years of their marriage, had he known it. He wondered if this was the reason Draco cast silencing charms.
He had not known.
Why the bloody hell had he not known?
He closed his eyes to sleep but couldn't sleep well, in spite of Draco's warm presence in his arms. He would have to convince Draco to sleep with him somehow and he would also have to convince Draco to talk to him.
But it would take time and he couldn't bear to see Draco in so much pain. Time was something he didn't have.
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