Chapter 6
The knife in front of Harry seemed to sing a soft song. Specks of light seemed to dance across the blade, merging into one spark, parting again. The blade was as clean as the scent of fresh rain. Carefully, as if the knife would vanish, Harry picked it up. He knew he needed it, as the voice kindly decided to tell him now, but he didn't want to disappoint Draco, he didn't want to disappoint himself. The voice didn't care in the slightest. Pathetic piece of shit, you are. Good-for-nothing, worthless freak. I want you to cut yourself, NOW! Or else... you know what I'll do to Draco... Harry hated the voice. But he also was scared of it. Rationally he knew it wasn't real, but emotionally he feared it more like dementors. Like in a trance he rolled up his right sleeve, since on his left arm were still pretty severe wounds. Harry took off the bandage and took a deep breath. Anger washed over him and he aggressively dragged the knife over his arm in a quick, swift motion. His flesh parted. There wasn't even blood immediately, but when it came, it quickly started to flow down his arm. Harry made a second cut, right next to the first, quickly and sharply. The next two cuts were slowly, but he pressed the blade harshly down on his arm. This time, the blood followed the blade, leaving behind droplets of the red liquid on the metal. It still wasn't deep enough. He needed to cut deeper, there was no pain at all. Deep, deeper, much deeper, there needed to be more blood, more pain, more cuts. With each thought Harry dragged the knife over his arm, making a mess of it until a strong hand grabbed his left hand.
Severus observed Harry's behaviour. He seemed to almost worship the knife. The boy was close to caressing the blade, but suddenly he rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bandage, which he took off in record time. The man watched as Harry began to slice his arm, his face showing nothing but wild determination. "Stop, Harry", Severus gently said, but the boy didn't seem to hear him. "Stop!", he said more firmly. "HARRY!", Severus finally shouted. When no reaction followed he quickly grabbed Harry's hand. The boy stared daggers into his eyes, but they quickly lost their fire. Tears started to form, but Harry didn't let them fall. Severus gently took the knife and put it on a desk behind him. He soothingly raked through Harry's hair with one hand while waving the other to clean the fresh cuts. After bandaging the boy's arm, Severus guided Harry back to his quarters. "Thank you", Harry mumbled. He wrapped his arms around himself, afraid to ask his teacher for comfort. "It's okay, Harry. Come, we'll go to the bedroom and cuddle. You won't have to return to classes today, Draco will bring down your stuff", Severus said. They slowly walked to the bedroom, getting rid of their shoes and Harry stopping at his own room to put on more comfortable clothes.
As soon as they had laid down, Harry curled in on himself and Severus simply snuggled up in a protective pose around his charge. After a while, Severus whispered: "How are you feeling?" Harry sighed and thought about it. "I...", he started, "...I don't know. Better than before. I feel floaty though. Like I'll disappear...", he finally stated. Sensing Harry's unasked question, Severus put more of his body weight on the boy. He felt Harry relax and smiled slightly. "I'll get you a weighted blanket", Severus promised. Slowly but surely Harry's breathing totally relaxed and the boy fell asleep. Severus carried the teen to his own room and carefully laid him down in the bed. The man tucked his small charge in and magically removed Harry's pants so he wouldn't be too warm.
At the same time as he closed the door, somebody knocked on the front door. "Dragon, come in", Severus greeted his godson gently. The boy had a slightly distant look on his face. "Are you okay?" Draco nodded. "Just worried. Did he.. you know...", he trailed off and sighed defeatedly when Severus nodded. "He's asleep now, in his room. It took some deep pressure cuddling to calm hihurrm and get him back to our world", the man explained. "You can go to him, if you want to", he added and Draco walked over to the guest room, which was now Harry's. He silently slipped inside and closed the door. Severus smiled to himself.
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When Harry woke up he felt really comfortable. Someone's arms were wrapped around him in an extremely comforting way, strong, slim arms. Harry sniffed the air. "Dray, you're here", he stated happily. "I am, my love. How are you feeling?", Draco asked his boyfriend, who turned around in his arms to face him. "I feel so much better", Harry said. Suddenly he blushed. "What is it?", Draco asked amused. "We're in the same bed, Dray. This is like... the first time we're laying together in an actual bed... close to each other... and I'm just now realizing that I'm not wearing pants", Harry whispered and his face reddened even more. The blonde softly brushed away a few stray strands of the black hair out of the way and kissed his boyfriend. "And I don't have a problem with this", Draco mumbled against Harry's soft lips. He deepened the kiss and pulled Harry closer. The dark haired boy let out a soft moan and giggled slightly. "Sorry", he shyly said, but Draco only smiled. "It's okay. You sound lovely", he simply said and went back to kissing. The blonde let his hands wander over the slender form of Harry and traced patterns on the boy's back. Harry got braver and put one knee between Draco's legs. The Slytherin involuntarily bucked his hips against Harry and his still clothed erection brushed over Harry's leg. The dark haired boy did the same thing and soon they were rubbing against each other, kissing and moaning, until Harry suddenly sighed: "Drayyy...", and stilled. Seeing his boyfriend go over the edge, Draco climaxed too. They panted and Draco held Harry close to himself. Both had very big grins on their faces and after looking at each other, they started laughing. Laughter of relief, nervousness, excitement. Despite wanting to never let the other one go, the orgasm had wrung them both out, so after calming down, they went back to sleep pretty quickly. When Severus later came to check in on them, the air smelled of youthful sperm and following an instinct, he discreetly cast a Scourgify. The two boys really looked precious, Draco spooning Harry, both having a relaxed look on their faces.
Draco sleepily opened his eyes, sniffing and smelling a delicious scent. "Sweetheart, wake up", he gently shook his boyfriend, who groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Hey, sleepy head, do you smell that?", Draco whispered. Harry concentrated and his face lit up. "YES!", he exclaimed and hurriedly stood up. Draco smiled at this action and waited until Harry had put on pants. They left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. "That smells absolutely amazing, Severus", Harry said and sucked in the air. "Well hello, you two, I hope you slept well?", Severus greeted the boys and winked with one eye. He chuckled, when Harry furiously blushed and Draco hid his face in his hands. "Alright, dinner is ready. Harry, I guess you'll eat this on a normal plate? I think I see this every day at dinner", Severus said and went to grab three plates. "Usually yes, but I kind of need to eat it on a parted plate today...", Harry mumbled. "No problem", Severus said unimpressed and tapped three times against the first plate, which transfigured into three sections. "Please put these on the table, Draco you take the cutlery, I'll take the pots", he ordered. They set the table and sat down. Harry carefully put the mashed potatoes into the first section of his plate, the peas in the second and the sauce in the third. One pea accidentally fell into the sauce and Harry stared at it as if he was trying to set it on fire. "Harry, dear, are you trying to kill the pea?", Severus asked, slightly amused. "It's in the sauce", Harry stated and fished it out with his fork. He looked at Draco and the blonde only pushed his plate over to him and Harry deposited the pea on it. Neither Severus nor Draco commented on this behaviour. After taking care of this small "emergency", they could eat dinner without any further inconveniences.
"Can we go on a walk, Draco and I?", Harry asked while he carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen. Draco had gone to his friends to tell them were he had been. "Of course, I'll collect you before curfew to go back to our quarters", Severus nodded. "And since it's weekend tomorrow, can he sleep here?", Harry asked and flushed a little. Severus put one hand on his shoulder. "Harry. This is your home, too. It's totally okay to have your boyfriend here. And additionally, he is my godson, so he is welcome here anyway", he reassured the dark haired boy, "but... to save you from being embarrassed, I recommend using a silencing charm for 'privacy time'." It seemed impossible, but Harry blushed even more. "Great, this is more embarrassing to get told then to get heard", he nervously chuckled, but he agreed with Severus. When Draco came back, Harry told him about wanting to go on a walk and his boyfriend readily grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to the door. "Wait, it's cold outside, I need some warmer clothes. Let's meet at the entrance to your common room, you also need some more clothes", Harry decidedly said. Draco just rolled his eyes over his boyfriend's protective manner, but he did as he was asked to.
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Draco looked at his boyfriend. They were standing next to the Black Lake and listened to the gentle breeze going over the water surface. Harry looked amazingly relaxed. He gazed up at the night sky, breathing deep and calm. The green eyes shone as the moon light reflected in them. "Aren't they beautiful?", Harry asked quietly. Draco tipped his head back and watched the stars. "They are", he said. An owl hooted and some crickets could be heard. Draco knew that Harry perceived all of that in a different way. In a more intense way. He sometimes wished he could see the world from Harry's point of view. Sometimes Harry reminded Draco of that Ravenclaw girl Luna Lovegood. Both of them had a positively weird vibe, but while Luna was just someone younger from a different house, Harry was his most precious human. "You're so beautiful, you know that?", Draco had to say. Harry tore his gaze from the sky to look at Draco. He smiled and made his non-verbal sign for 'I love you', moving his index finger two times over his forehead. Draco tapped his index and middle finger against his jaw, returning the love. No words were needed. They moved even closer, Draco standing behind Harry, the smaller one putting his head on the blondes shoulder. A shooting star appeared the moment they kissed.
Severus watched the boys from afar, smiling. A lone tear escaped him.