Touch Starved

Embarrassing

It was 2 months before you'd hear anything from Harry. One mad had brought you both a little more food about halfway through but didn't speak as he set the bags down in the kitchen.

When Harry arrived you were in the shower, rinsing the final round of conditioner from your hair. So you didn't hear the rumble of the house. You looked at yourself in the spot you wiped away in the fogged mirror. You looked over the love bruises on your chest. Bathing in their aching pleasure. You have never felt more beautiful than when you were painted by him. Why not go show Draco his masterpiece. You giggled to yourself before grabbing your near sheer robe. Your wet hair hanging around you, dripping as you made your way through the halls. Draco was standing in the living room at the fireplace when you walked over. He looked at you in surprise as you dropped your robe. You had become rather brave since coming here. He quickly knelt, grabbing your robe and throwing it back over you when you heard a noise behind you.

"Oh, my Merlin" you squeaked as you saw Harry standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He moved quickly to cover his eyes once he saw you.

"I did not hear you come in. Oh. my. Merlin. Fuck. okay," you ran away, your skin burning with embarrassment. Harry Potter had just seen you naked. You wanted to crawl into a hole, how embarrassing!

You sat in your room after you got dressed, how were you ever supposed to look at Harry again? How was he ever going to look at you again?!

"Y/n, darling come please. He said he won't talk about it but he needs to see us" Draco knocked lightly on the door. You felt like you wanted to crawl out of your own skin.

"I am so embarrassed" you whispered to Draco as you walked down to the kitchen.

"He said he didn't really see anything. Y/n it's okay"

"Draco. Harry Potter just watched me drop my robe in the middle of the living room..." you cringed at the words.

"We're you coming to show me something?" He stopped with you at the top of the stairs, a single eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I wanted to show you the bruises on me. They're beautiful" you couldn't help but giggle at him as he skimmed your body.

"Later" he bit his lip.

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You sat at the kitchen table, your legs crossed. You couldn't make yourself look at Harry who spoke.

"So Zabini gave us names. Lots of them. Including the men who assaulted you in the alleyway Draco. And you at the grocery store y/n. But we have them all in custody and are talking to them. It seems their fractions are small, a few rouge men who lost everything after Voldemort died. We're almost ready to bring you both out of hiding. But we need you to identify some of these people" he nodded at both of you, you still just nodded staring at your hands.

"When?" Draco asked.

"I was hoping you could both come with me this evening. We have everyone in custody down at the ministry."

"Can I speak with Zabini?" Draco spoke, his words dry.

"I can see what I can do, Draco. But there are protocols. Even if we're friends"

"I know. I just want to make him look at me. We were friends once, or I thought we were"

"He's not well, something isn't quite right with him. He speaks as though Voldemort is speaking to him. Some kind of mental deviation"

"Draco. He's not worth it" you could feel his hands clenching in your leg under the table.

"No y/n, he isn't. But he deserves it. He deserves to pay for what he took from you. All of it" Draco's anger festered inside him.

"And he will pay Draco. He is set to go to Azkaban as soon as he can be tried" Harry peered over his glasses. Draco gritted his teeth, before nodding.

"So if you would both please get ready. Maybe just an overnight bag for now. I will be waiting in the car around back" Harry stood, shaking Draco's hand and then pausing at yours. Laughing a little as he did.

"Don't laugh at me Potter" you rolled your eyes at home. Laughing.

"Ginny will find this hilarious" he cackled

"Not like she hasn't already seen me naked" you sighed, he looked at you for a second, confused before making his way out of the back exit.