Drarry one-shots! <3

Summer

(The picture isn't Drarry, but I love the art so I added it anyways.)

⚠️warning: mentions of abuse, self harm⚠️
Also, for the French I only used some weird translates, forgive me if some words/sayings are incorrect.
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This summer had been the worst so far. The year before, Harry had thought he'd gained more weight, gotten a little bigger. He'd made sure he ate so he could stand up to the man. Even though he really just didn't want to eat, he made himself. So he'd be big enough to stand up to him.

But apparently he hadn't really grown enough. He wasn't really that small, actually. He was average, still stocky enough, some muscle. Although he'd been a little skinnier lately, with not eating much. But he gotten some meat back this past year.

Except it's barely anything if you're up against Vernon.

At the beginning of the summer, he'd actually tried standing up to the hippo. In return, he got a black eye. He tried once more, but received a bruised rib.

He stopped there.

He sat in the bathroom, holding his pocket knife. Ron had given it to him as a gift, 'just in case he ever needed it' or whatever.
But instead it became his stress release. He didn't know why he did it, except he did. He felt so in control when he did it. When he trailed the blade across his skin and watched the beads of red pool after it, dripping down his arm. It was the one pain in his life he could control, and it was his way of relief, as though that cut released all his pain.

He sighed, cleaned off the knife and his cut, then put a bandage on it. Around it, you could see all the other scars, the other marks left by his pocket knife.

He quickly made his way back to his bedroom, tiptoeing so he didn't make the Dursley's aware of his presence out of his room. He sighed, flopping onto his bed. He laid there for a while, and eventually fell asleep. But only for a few hours, which was actually the most sleep he'd gotten in a while.

He was awoken by Vernon bellowing up the stairs.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE US DINNER, OR I'LL DRAG YOU DOWN MYSELF!!" Harry jumped up, shaking in fear and struggling with the door.

"NOw, you pathetic runt!" Harry scrambled down the stairs, heading into the kitchen to quickly make dinner. He thought it turned out okay, and was about to make his way upstairs, until Petunia said the potatoes were a little too crispy. So, as a punishment, Vernon punched him in his side.
He crept his way up the stairs, hunched over in pain, and just made it to his room and back to his bed. A little while later, he heard Vernon come up and do the locks.

He left them unlocked during the day, at least most of if the time, so Harry could do chores, then after dinner he locked them again. Harry eventually fell into a restless sleep, riddled with nightmares and waking up every half hour or so, new and old injuries screaming in pain.

The next day was pretty much the same, Vernon threw his hot coffee at Harry, saying it was too bitter. The rest was okay, and he managed to sneak his way upstairs after dinner.

That night Harry was sitting at his desk, petting Hedwig. She'd recently come back from a hunt, and was just about the only thing that made Harry happy right now. He sat there petting her, until he glanced out the window and saw someone on a broom. His eyes widened, both in curiosity and fear. Was it someone he knew? A friend, or a foe?

The figure got closer, and Harry realized who it was.

"Malfoy?!"

"Hello, Potter." Malfoy replied coolly, while drifting closer to the window on his broom.