Broken & Beautiful
“I don’t need your help and I don’t need sympathy. I just need you to do my fucking tattoo Malfoy.”
“Who said anything about sympathy Potter. Now lie down on your front and I will work on the outline.”
Glaring, Harry gets up onto the bed and lies face down and Draco gets to work in silence.
At the next appointment, Harry doesn’t say anything. Just gets straight into position. Turning around Draco smiles softly at the other male before getting to work.
“You know, I can see why you wanted this tattoo, however you don’t need the tattoo to tell me your strong.”
“Fuck off, you got one to cover up your mistake, I want one to make me feel better. So what.”
“Fair enough, I know you don’t need me to tell you who you are, but you are.”
“Just shut up and get to work.” Harry replies angrily.
At the next meeting, Harry tells Draco how he doesn’t want any more talking until it is over else he will go elsewhere.
He feels too broken to feel strong. Too damaged to be pretty. Too many emotions to feel anything.
The first time they meet in public after the tattoo it is at a ministry function. The two get along. Talking and chatting, smiling and laughing. The world watches in shock. The school rivels are fine?
When Harry goes up on stage to collect and make his speech. He takes off his jacket. At the end, he turns around, his shirt has a see through back. The flying phoenix surrounded by lilies, daisies, daffodils, roses, tulips and cosmos flowers is breath-taking.
“As someone has told me. I am shattered but pretty, strong but damaged. I am broken and its beautiful. And so is everyone here. Draco malfoy, come up and hold me."