Drarry smut

On a dark and stormy night

Top harry
3rd person per usual
They're together but Draco ran away and Harry hasn't seen him for 2 days
Idk what kink it is but Draco likes watching himself be fucked and drawn on.

The rain was pouring outside Harry's car but he still couldn't stop driving, not until he found Draco. He hadn't slept, ate, drank, or talked to anyone since the other went missing... his phone rang and he was going to ignore it but he had to look, for just the thought it might be Draco. The slight hope, that maybe he was found. Harry let his tears calm down before looking at his phone, Hermione again. He ignored the call and texted her

stop calling me, I have to find him.

I think I just did.

Where?!

Outside your apartment.

Let him in, I'll be there in 5.

But harry your 15 minutes away.

Then I'll be there in 2.

Harry parked his car at a random parking lot and apperated to his apartment as fast as he could. "Draco?! Draco??" Harry cried desperately. "Harry...?" Ron asked from behind him. "Where is he?!" Harry begged to know, tears still falling down his puffy eyes. "He's in your bed, he cried himself to sleep, we don't know what's wrong mate." Ron tried to explain. "He doesn't want anyone to touch him, whenever someone asks what's wrong he starts sobbing." But harry couldn't stop himself he ran to his room to see Draco laying there with red eyes, a few bruises and scrapes, but sleeping soundly curled up in his bed while holding onto the pillows and blankets like it was a person. "He just fell asleep... you should to harry, you know you're not gonna wake him up and you need to rest." Hermione said. Harry nodded solemnly, sitting besides his bed and letting himself drift to sleep.

He woke up about 4 hours later to see Draco sitting with his head in his knees crying. "Draco... what can I do?" He asked carefully. Draco didn't know what to say, could he say it? It was just so overwhelming to think about, like maybe it wasn't that big of a deal and he was over exaggerating, or maybe it didn't matter... maybe his brain just wanted the attention. "Draco... sweetheart... can I sit with you?" Harry asked. Draco sniffled and nodded making room for harry beside him. "Can I hold you..?" Harry asked. There was a pause and Draco took Harry's hand in his own while curling up in the others lap. "Would it help you to tell me what happened?" Harry asked gently. "I-" Draco choked back a sob and bit his lip beginning to cry. "Shhh, it's ok, take your time." Harry comforted. "I met my.... Grandfather.... Fathers side.... Faggot... death threats" he cried his voice breaking. "Oh sweetheart..." harry whispered "hit me.... Hurt me.." Draco cried louder. Harry's breath stopped for a moment as he pet the blonds hair to comfort. "Can I see where?" Harry asked as his final question. Draco pointed to his lower right hip, his throat, his stomach, his back, and the back of his head. Noting that Draco didn't want to show him the places themselves he laid down besides Draco and held him close. "I'm so sorry love, I promise they can't get you while you're here, ok?" Harry said kissing the other's forehead. "Please don't make me go back..." Draco whispered in to the brunette's shoulder. "I wouldn't for the life of me" harry promised.

When they woke up another hour later cuddled together. "Harry...?" Draco asked buried in the others neck, being held close to his lover even while he slept was evidently the most comforting thing to happen to him in days. "Harry?" Draco asked again. The brunette yawned and his finger began rubbing Draco's back again. "I'm not touching any bruises am I?" he asked sleepily. "None, but I haven't eaten in 2 days, can we go get something to eat?" He asked. "Absolutely, you know you could have gotten something with out me though right? No complaints of course." Harry smiled sadly. "I know, but I don't want to go alone" Draco mumbled. It was clear he didn't feel safe and harry was concerned at how hurt Draco really was, he had seen a child get abused almost everyday in the muggle world, he had seen kids who had it new, but this was how they would react when it was worse... but of course everyone was different and Draco had put a lot of energy into making himself look good for his grandpa. "Sweetheart, I know it hurts... but can you tell me the story? You obviously don't have to but I'd like to know what happened to you" harry asked gently. "Harry, if I do this... I don't know how much I could manage before I'd be unable to speak." He said. Harry nodded gently taking a moment to realize Draco meant he would cry. "I won't force you, we should go eat now though. You need food." Harry said with a small smile. "Harry, I want to tell you, honestly, but I just... I want to eat while I still can. Merlin knows I'm gonna lose my appetite" Draco stated. Harry nodded and helped Draco up after him, "you're not going to like it" Draco mumbled, their hands entwined and both of them walking to the kitchen. After they ate in silence with Harry only kissing Draco's cheek after every few seconds. Once they were done eating harry wrapped his arms around Draco waist and sat down with him. Draco took a deep breath as he sat on Harry's lap while cuddling. "Well... you saw me, I was ready to meet him and I was so excited. Harry... when he came it was like my father shut off all his emotions! He started treating my mother like the help and he treated me like an emotionless tool... it was like he wanted me to pretend to be nothing but a formal doll!" Draco began hugging harry tighter and his face began to twitch. "My grandfather hit my mother a few times and I kept yelling at him, I tried to push him away! But he- he threw me to a wall, he punched me, slapped me... cut me..." Draco muttered off. "He cut you?" Harry asked a look of surprise on his face. Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled up his shirt and down the right hip of his pants. It revealed the word "Faggot" harry was full of rage, "how'd he know you were gay?" Harry asked gently wiping a tear from Draco's eyes. "I assume my father told him" Draco answered shakily. Harry nodded and brushed away a strand of the blonds hair from the others forehead, it hurt him to listen but he needed to, to understand and to help.