Drarry One-Shots

Secret Lover Pt5

Draco stood motionless at the bedroom window; his gaze fixed on the dark sky outside. He had been standing there for hours, ever since his mother and Harry had brought him back from St. Mungo's after finding him unconscious and beaten. Everyone wanted to know who had done this to him, but he lied. He hated not telling the truth, but if they knew who it was—his father—they would be in far too much danger for his comfort, knowing Harry would go after his father and Lucius was a dangerous man.

Once he was healed of physical wounds, they released him and ordered him to rest. Harry and his mother had both insisted he go directly to bed upon returning home, no matter how much he resisted. With a sigh, he ran his hands over his face before slumping onto the bed's edge - Lucius' words of hatred echoing in his head. Though Draco had long since grown numb to the words of his hate-filled power-hungry father that never loved him, those spiteful things he had said to him tonight still cut deeply into his soul.

He hated how easy it was for the sod to make him feel like a scared weak little child every time he saw Lucius. Dammit, what was it going to take for it to stop? The worst part about it was that everyone knew it happened and that had been something he had tried so hard to hide from everyone. He felt like a damn git for letting Lucius have that much power over him, even now, years later, his father still controlled him.

"Draco?" Harry said gently, as he came into the room.

"Yeah, love?" Draco asked as he stood.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked concerned. "I came to check on you and instead of finding you sleeping like you should be, I find you lost in your head."

"I just can't sleep; I keep replaying my attack every time I close my eyes." Draco answered honestly, as he sighed.

"I'm sorry it happened, Dray." Harry said gently, as he hugged him close. "Are you sure you don't know who attacked you?"

"I have never seen the prat who attacked me before, my answer is still the same as when you, my mother, the Healer and everyone else asked me about it at the hospital." Draco said frustrated, as he pulled away.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm just worried that it'll happen again, that's all." Harry said, sighing as he took Draco's hand. "I mean, someone broke in here, our home, while we were here and attacked you." He explained upset.

"It's going to be alright, Har, I promise, darling." Draco said sighing as he took Harry in his arms and hugged him.

"I hope so, Dray." Harry replied, holding him tightly.

"I love you, Har." Draco said as he kissed him.

"I love you too, Dray."

"Where's my mother?" Draco asked as the hug ended.

"She's making tea."

"I could use one, come on, love." Draco said, smiling, as he took Harry's hand, and they left the room.

**Two Weeks Later**:

Harry clenched his jaw at the table in the Three Broomsticks, across from Ron, Pansy, Blaise and Ginny, while Hermione and Luna sat beside him. Draco was due to join them any moment after running some errands for his mother. It had been two weeks since the attack on Draco and nothing else had happened since then. Harry felt uneasy about the whole thing, as if something deeper was going on.

The attack was deeply personal, whoever had done it hadn't relied on any magical powers; they had physically targeted Draco and wanted to hurt him. Yet when Draco told them his version of events, the whole story didn't quite add up - how did the attacker manage to get inside without alerting either him or Draco? And why had they chosen to hurt Draco instead of both of them? Then there was the way Draco grew increasingly agitated whenever anyone brought up the attack. It seemed like he was trying to hide something. Or maybe he was protecting whoever attacked him.