Chapter 1
Harry awoke to the soft snores of the blond beauty beside him. Draco swears he doesn't snore, but that doesn't stop his barely audible hums from drifting through the morning air humbly finding its way to Harry's ears. Draco's pale skin simmers like a precious diamond in the the early sun shining through the drawn curtains. Harry thinks how could anyone possibly be as beautiful and gracious as Draco somehow came to be. Every word of his flowed like honey, and every sentence was knitted ever so precisely together. Draco truly had a way with words. It was one of the many things Harry adored about him. That along with his gentle nature, platinum hair, and stormy eyes. Harry could stare at those swirling gray and blue orbs forever.
"Knock, knock" rang throughout the room creating a less than pretty groan Strom through Draco's mouth. Harry quietly chuckled to himself as he turned to face the door.
"Who is it!" He exclaimed, exempting yet another groan from Draco.
"It's Momma, and I thought I told you can't sleep in Draco's room. He is still vulnerable" Lily yelled out from the other side of the white-painted door. Harry smiled at the voice of his red-headed, kind-hearted, and loving Mom, yet, still, something pinged his heart like a violent push pin as his gazed transfixed on Draco's bedridden body.
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"Kill me, kill me please!" Draco screeched out as his mouth filled with crimson red blood. He lashes around screaming and yelling that same phrase over and over again as the thick, hot liquid trailed down his chin. Sirius and James raced around him pinning his limbs down as to stop him from breaking anything. Remus stumbled as he raced to the potions cabinet. He picked up every last one and slamming them down as they were not what he was looking for. Molly was yelling for all the children to go upstairs, but couldn't bear to tell Harry to do the same. Once they all were in their rooms, she turned and cried in Aurther's arms. Lily grabbed Harry and cradled him close to her chest as hot tears streamed down her face.
And Harry. Oh, Harry just stared not knowing what to do. His 14 year old boyfriend lays on the filthy ground yelling and screaming, begging for death. Harry wishes he can take every last drop of pain flooding through Draco's fragile, young body.
Remus exclaims in brilliance as he finds the right potions and quickly rushes over where Sirius and James are still holding down Draco's reckless figure. He looked so small compared to them, so young, and so innocent. He finally stopped thrashing, and all that was left was heart wrenching sobs.
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Tears lace around the soft, red edges of Harry's eyes at the mere memory, but quickly composes himself as Draco's eyes flutter open revealing those swirling orbs of gray and blue that Harry can't help but fond over.
"Hey, beautiful", Harry whispers as Draco barely manages to turn his head toward Harry, yet his pearly white smile still shines bright. Oh, how he loved being complimented by Harry. No one's opinion mattered but Harry's, and Draco swore to that.
"Hi" Draco's voice grumbles out, but, somehow, remained elegant and gracious. His faced was riddled with pain, and he tried to hide it. His attempts were in vain, however, as Harry makes a simple remarks.
"You're in pain" He says evidently. He quickly gets up as Draco rolls his eyes followed by a grunt of pain, and he scavenges through Draco's healing potions trying to find the intense pain relief as another knock can be heard on the door.
"Harry, listen to your mother, and let Draco rest" James yells forcefully as Harry and Draco mindlessly chuckle under their breaths.
"Well, that's my que to leave", Harry adds to the end of their fit of laughter, handing the pain relief to Draco. This comment was met with a pouty face from Draco and a hissy fit from his mouth.
"Come back before lunch!" Draco squeezes out as Harry opens the door.
"I promise" Harry replies and closes the big wooden door.
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"Aghghhh" Draco's agony laced voice surged through the house. Harry wasn't allowed upstairs nor anyone else. They just sat in the kitchen terrified as silent tears ran down Harry's face. He stared straight ahead inspecting every swirl and divet of the wooden table carved with the most delicate strokes made by the human hand. He thought of Draco, the platinum masterpiece upstairs, with tears of agony. He was reminded of his small, yet slender hands that always had painted nails at hogwarts but never at the Manor. Oh, how Harry would sell his own rotten soul to the devil to hold Draco's fragile hand in his own. He looked over at Fred and George who were attempting to make jokes of light-heartedness. Every last punchline was in vain as Draco's screams bombarded the 70's styled kitchen. Hermione, head on Ron's shoulder, had glossy eyes as Remus muttered senseless things upon Sirius' ears whose head laid desperately against his arms. Molly quietly chopped vegetables with Arthur's arms wrapped around her waist in a humble embrace. The rest of the Weasleys, Remus' and Sirius' daughter, Theora, and Harry's sister, Victoria, are playing a card game of some sort with Lily's and James' eyes piercing through the stack of weathered cards.
Madam Pomfrey's heels click around the floor as she runs spell diagnostics. She scavenges through her emegency bag looking for the sedative potion. Remus called the second he gave Draco the pain relief. Madam Pomfrey made a sigh of relief as she grasped the tiny bottle, and poured it into Draco's gaping mouth surrounded by his tears of agony. Then had if they were never there, the screams cease.
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"Harry!", yelled Ron from across the Potter residence. Everyone is staying there. No one mentioned anything about it, but no one dared to leave. The girls are staying in Victoria's room, the boys in Harry's, and Mrs and Mr Weasley and Remus and Sirius remain in the living room. And Draco. Draco has been by himself in the guest bedroom for two weeks now. Everyone can't believe someone could do this to a child, and they don't even know what happened. Draco was the youngest of them all, yet the one in peril. Of course, all the adults were their respective ages, then the Weasleys in their order. Hermione, Harry, Theora, and Ron were 16. Ginny and Victoria were 15, but Draco was just 14. He was barely a teenager.
"Harry!" Ron yelled again, breaking Harry out of his trance when he was supposed to be doing his summer homework. " My mom has food for Draco. Can you bring it up?" He says a bit quieter than before. Ron doesn't like to admit it, but he cares for Draco like a little brother. Though they've had their fair share of differences, they both knew they'd always be on each others side. Harry swiftly flung his legs off the arm of the chair he was laying on then slowly walked to the kitchen.
"Oh, Harry dear, here you go" Mrs Weasley said through a soft smile as she handed over Draco's plate of food, and turned around to continue cleaning. Harry trailed back into the living room and went up the fancy stairs. He hums as he takes every step at the thought of being aloud to see Draco. Ever since the night Draco first arrived, Lily and James forbid the kids from going into Draco's room without permission. Harry quickly wrapped up his train of thought as he approached the guest bedroom, or really Draco's bedroom, now.
"Knock, knock" Harry imitated as his knuckles clashes against the door. He was almost nervous even though he saw Draco lass than a couple hours ago.
"Come in" replied Draco cheerfully at the sound of Harry's voice, yet still every syllable was wobbly. Harry opened the door and as it creaked made a silly scrunched up face that made Draco giggle. "What brings you here?" He asked.
"To bring you your feast, of course" Harry said through a laugh. He set the plate down on the wooden bedside table that was littered in potion bottles. He then dramatic bowed using a cloth he found on a random chair to toss over his shoulder. "Be my guest" he added smiling brightly, internally proud that he managed to squeeze in a reference from Draco's favorite Disney movie. He smiled fondly at the memory at third year Draco sneaking into Harry's dorm at hogwarts just to binge watch Disney movies. Draco began to laugh fiercely for a second before screeching out in pain.
"Are you okay?" Harry questioned softly as he watched Draco attempt to compose himself. Harry hated it. Every second that Draco is in pain, he hated it. He waited for an answer, and he just got a silent nod in response. Holy fuck, how Harry hated it.