take my hoodie ✓

sixty-one | out

time skip

speeding up the story

wanna finish it so i can move on to other books

im gonna cry i miss this book already

~no pov

The next few weeks were rough for Draco, especially on January Seventeenth. He found it hard, so hard, and yet he didn't give up. He had to constantly distract himself to quiet the voice in his head telling him to binge, but it worked eventually. 

By Easter, he was fine. He was recovered again, or at least he told Harry that. There were days where he would struggle a lot, but he hadn't purged or binged since that unfortunate night on Christmas. He was proud of himself.

Harry and Draco got closer than close, and hung out constantly. Vernon was mad that his nephew, yet again, had escaped him over and over again. 

He was ready to give the boy the beating of his life when he next saw him. Unfortunately, something only fuelled that desire more.

"You'll never guess what I heard earlier." Crabbe nudged his best friend.

"What?"

"Freak Potter and Draco are dating. I heard them talking about sleeping over together at Freak's tonight. Fucking faggots."

Goyle laughed. "No way. So what are we gonna do with this info?" 

"Dudley." Crabbe yelled, making the only Dursley child turn around. After being kicked out of the Silver Trio's group, the two started hanging out with Dudley's group. "Want to go round to yours after school? We need to tell you something."

"Alright." Dudley called back.

"You sure you're okay with me going over to yours? You've never been open to it." Draco double checked. 

"Yeah, my aunt and uncle just... aren't the friendliest." To him at least.

"Alright, well, when do you want me there?"

Harry tapped his foot anxiously. "Erm, maybe like, six?"

Draco nodded and walked away.

Dudley, Crabbe and Goyle sat down in the Dursley's living room. They knew Harry was upstairs in his room, and Vernon was in the room next door, doing god knows what. 

"So, what'd you have to tell me?"

"We heard something about your freaky cousin."

Dudley felt uncomfortable. He'd been really nice to Harry recently, and supported him with whatever he needed. Harry didn't go to him for help often, but he liked knowing Dudley was there. 

"Er, I don't think it's really my place to hear whatever you have to say."

"Trust me." Goyle grinned. "You want to hear this."

Dudley rolled his eyes. He was going to hear it anyway. 

"Your cousin and Draco are shagging."

Dudley choked on air. He expected anything but that. "They what?"

"Yeah." Crabbe smirked. "Hanging out tonight, and I mean hanging out tonight. Fucking fags. Never would've expected the freak to be that kind of freak."

"Guys, can we not, please?"

"Don't tell me you're soft for the freak." Goyle scoffed. "Fucking pathetic you are. Expected better."

Vernon stormed into the living room. "Harry's a what?"

"Faggot. For that blond boyfriend of his. They're proper gay and that."

Dudley winced. His father was the last person who should've heard that information.

"Out. All of you. I need to talk to him."

"Dad, dad, please don't." the youngest Dursley pleaded. "Please, he-"

"OUT." Vernon yelled.

Crabbe and Goyle had sadistic smiles on their faces as they walked out, Dudley following. The brunet was incredibly mad and felt awful for his cousin. "Park. Now."

Once the got to the park, Dudley screamed.

"What the actual fuck?!" 

"We was just giving information." Goyle rolled his eyes.

"You don't understand." Dudley shouted. "You don't know my dad. The things he would do.. I, FUCK. You fucking cunts. Why, why my house of all places?"

Crabbe laughed. "Stop overreacting. I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't know my dad." The Dursley paced. "You two are fucking heartless. You knew what you were doing, you dickheads. You're not innocent, and- and... Fuck. I hope you two get hit by two lorries on your way home. I never want to see you two again."

"Fine by us." Goyle stood up. 

"And everyone's gonna find out what you two did the night of the Yule Ball."

The two giants paled. 

Draco had stood and watched Harry's cousin scream at his ex-friends. At first, he was nosy, but then he realised he needed to listen. Crabbe and Goyle outed Harry to his uncle, and from what Draco gathered, that was not fucking good.

He'd suspected Vernon Dursley was abusive for over a year now. Ever since he saw the bruises on Harry that night in the locker room. Where he told Harry to take his hoodie.

But Dudley's reaction gave it all away. The fear, the concern. It was the sign Draco needed to finally fucking do something. He ran and ran to Privet Drive, tears threatening to pour. He couldn't cry now, though. He had to be strong.

And he was, when he saw him.

Vernon Dursley was stood above Harry, a smashed, empty bottle of Smirnoff in his hand. Harry was evidently unconscious, bleeding from multiple parts of his body. 

"What did you do?!" He screamed, tears finally falling. "What did you do to him?"

"You. You're his disgusting, faggot boyfriend." Vernon hissed.

"My father's name is Lucius Malfoy. He owns Pureblood Law. Wanna mess with me? You'll be messing with him too." Draco spat. He rarely used his father's name as a threat anymore, but it felt necessary now.

"You're lucky."

Draco scooped up his boyfriend in his arms, running as far as he could from the deranged homophobe he just met. He found Dudley walking back to Privet Drive, and the boy's heart stopped. He called emergency services instantly.

"Fuck. Why didn't he tell me what your dad does to him?" Draco yelled. "Please, Harry, stay with me. Stay with me, Harry, stay with me. You're okay. You're okay, Harry, please, you're okay."

peter to gwen

Draco felt the pain Harry felt back on Christmas, when he wouldn't wake up. Except in Harry's case, it was incredibly possible he wouldn't actually wake up. With Draco, well that was just him being him.

"You really love him, huh?"

"Of course I fucking do. Fuck. Why wouldn't he ever tell me about this? Jesus, Harry, please." 

Dudley had known about their friendship for a while, but not their relationship. In all the time they'd been friends, he rarely called him Harry. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. It's your stupid fucking dad. I swear to god I'm getting that man arrested if it's the last thing I do."

"Don't."

"Excuse me?"

"Please. He's a father and a wife too. At least wait for Harry to wake up, please."

Draco bit his lip. He let his anger wash away as his teeth sank deep enough to make blood appear. "Fine."

If you don't wake up, Harry, I will kill you.