Drarry one-shots! <3

Summer pt 2

Pt 2, as promised 😘

3725 words

⚠️once again tw mentions of abuse⚠️

When Harry woke up, he was actually in a good mood. He made his way down the stairs, humming as he started make breakfast.

When Vernon came down and called him a pathetic bastard, Harry laughed. Granted, it got him yet another punch, but even that didn't put him out of his happy stupor.

Throughout the whole day, the Dursley's were dumbfounded because Harry was happy. And they weren't even halfway through the summer!

"We must be doing something wrong..." Vernon muttered, scratching his chin and trying to think of anything he hadn't called Harry yet.

"You... you... you stupid cow! I hope you burn in hell someday!" He called, and Harry just turned around and stared at him.

"I've been called worse things by better people." He simply said, looking Vernon dead in the eye. Now, of course, he was down the hall and right near the stairs, so he could escape quickly. Thank god he had. The moment he said that (and the moment after, once the stupid walrus processed it), his face turned red with rage, and Harry shot him a quick, shit-eating grin before dashing up the stairs.

He ran into his room, slamming the door, grabbed his broom and slipped out his window, luckily there were hedges so he could use his broom to catch himself right above the ground. He then dashed, as fast as he could (without passing out) until he reached this patch of woods he'd recently found. It was far enough away from Vernon that he couldn't find him, and far enough from Dudley and his moronic friends that they couldn't torture him.

He stayed there until night, figuring it wouldn't be the best to fly back up through his window on a broom in broad daylight.

When he made his way back, Vernon had -unsurprisingly- not been smart enough to close the window on Harry. He glided back into his room, setting down his broom and sitting down on the floor, leaning against his bed, sighing happily.

He looked out the window, maybe just as a coincidence or maybe he secretly knew what was coming soon, and once again he saw a figure on his broom drift closer to his window.

He smiled as Draco gracefully stepped into his room, immediately grinning when he saw Harry looking up at him, smiling. Then his face turned into one of worry.

"Are you okay?" He asked, hastily walking over to Harry.

"Yeah, why?" Harry asked, confused.

"Your eye..." Draco said, bringing a delicate, slender finger up and lightly running it over the purplish bruise, pulling back quicker than seemingly possible when Harry winced slightly.

"Oh, yeah, that... Thats actually been there for quite a few days." He admitted, looking into Draco's worried silver-gray eyes.

"I knew I saw something on your face the first night!" He exclaimed, gritting his teeth in frustration.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up!" Harry said, grabbing Draco's hand that was in front of him to soothe him.

"I put on glamour every day before you came so you wouldn't see." He said reassuringly.

"Ah..." Draco said quietly, so as to acknowledge Harry, but really his focus was one something completely different. Harry followed Draco's eyes down to his own hand clasped over the blonde's pale one, gasping and immediately pulling away.

"I'm so sorry! I just, I don't know what I was thinking, and-"

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, this time clasping his hand, immediately shutting him up.