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fifty-four | louis

i want a time skip bc i need to finish this book

so bc i can im time skipping 

wands up for michael gambon, dumbledore /*

(i am a dumbledore basher but rest in peace to the actor)

~no pov

Four months into year twelve, Harry decided sixth form wasn't awful. He listened to what Fred and George said, and made the most of that year. 

Having free periods definitely helped with Harry's mental health, and he felt himself drawing lines less and less. He still did, but it wasn't as often. 

The lessons he took were quite interesting and he actually felt himself enjoying school. He'd picked up self-defence as an extracurriculur, because his mind would never let him forget Louis. 

Over the year, he'd gotten stronger and healthier. Harry knew that if it happened again, he could defend himself. He was weaker, physically and mentally, back when it happened, but not anymore. 

Harry told himself nearly a year ago that he would recover, and he was proud to say he did. Unlike Draco, who struggled with his bulimia more than Harry did with his anorexia. But Draco had recovered, and hadn't relapsed in a while.

We're okay. They told themselves, and they were. 

Their relationship was still strong. Over the past few months, Harry felt himself being more and more comfortable around Draco, and felt himself feeling less scared to be intimate with his boyfriend. 

The only thing stopping him was being afraid to tell him about Louis. 

Did he have to tell him about Louis? Maybe. Would he? Maybe. When? Unsure.

Maybe seemed a lot closer than Harry expected. 

It was Christmas Eve in less than five hours, and Harry decided to stay over at Draco's. The blond knew something was up, specifically because last year Harry told him Christmas Eve was an anniversary of something bad. So, he invited the brunet over.

Harry loved that Draco knew when to offer something, because Harry hated asking for things.

"Something happened two years ago." Harry blurted out after two shots. "I need you to remember this, so you're not allowed to drink."

Draco was mildly confused, but nodded and listened. "Go on."

tw, talking ab sa

Harry downed two more shots. "Two years ago, I went to a pub and let a man buy me drinks."

No, no don't tell me what happened is what I think what happened.

"He was really creepy, and when he went to get more drinks, I stole his money. That's not really relevant. Anyways, I said I'd go to the toilet, so I could sneak out the window and run home because he scared the shit out of me. He followed me."

"Harry.."

"He had me trapped against a wall. And he kissed me. He didn't like that I didn't kiss back, so he hit me."

Draco's hands had balled into a fist. He didn't like where this was going.

"Then he decided to kiss down my neck, and, er, give me hickeys. I didn't like it, I swear I didn't. Not from him. Never from him. I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't, but I did something that made him happy, I guess. So he didn't stop. He called me a slut, and a faggot."