Cicatrices- Marks That Remain

Safe

Happy Sunday folks!!! I know! This is a lot of chapters in a row on-schedule! I have been trying.

Y'all, Draco's brain gets... interesting. I'm just letting y'all know. And that internalized homophobia I mentioned? It's pretty present here. And the religious conflicts, yeah... :)

Anyway, please let me know what y'all think, and as always...

Enjoy!

...lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman...

Draco read the verse over, sitting on the floor of his bedroom, against the door, one hand holding the bible, and the other feeling at the wood of his wand.

In fact, that was the majority of what he'd been doing since he locked himself back into his room. He hadn't even changed out of his Sunday attire. Every time that he thought of anything remotely romantic, or even close, about Harry, he would berate himself and read the verse over again. And again, and again...

He was having dreadful thoughts about his safety at the moment, too. Reminded of Astoria's body, and of his own kidnapping and torture, and...

Draco continued strokingthe wood of his wand, pressing his fingers down more firmly, detailing every miniscule feature of the wood with his fingertips .

Harry could be dead, and you could be next, and you never even kissed him again-

-both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them-

- touch your wand. Feel it. More. Feel the grooves, the wood, the polish, the wear. Feel it. Feel it or you will kill Harry. Touch it or you will die-

Draco supposed he was busy enough, even as he was locked up, alone, in his room, barely even sleeping. He wondered if he was going to crease his loaned bible with how chronically he remained on this one page.

Harry knocked on his door at least twice over the past several hours, and Draco never responded so much as a word. Draco knew that now it was night . Throughout the day,he could hear Harry moving around the flat, in the kitchen, the living room, the dining table, the bathroom. He wondered if Harry would fight him or hug him when he came out-

"If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them."

Put your hand on the window unless you want to watch Harry die because of you.

Draco's heart jumped to his throat, beating rapidly. He stood abruptly, his back creaking from the change in position after so long. He approached his window and splayed his hands against the cold glass, pressing down.

Check if it's locked, or You and Harry will both die a bloody, slow, painful death. And so he did. Do it again. You cannot be sure. And so, he did. And flashes of images of God's Wrath hovering over him, and of Harry lying dead on the floor would flit through his mind, and so he would check the window again, and again- one hand pressing on the glass and one checking the lock- and again.

A knock sounded at the door.

"...Draco? You've not eaten since the morning... I've left you some food here. I..." He heard a soft thunk.

"Please let me know that you're okay... I'm very worried... And you know that I leave again tomorrow because of Teddy and I just- Please..."

Draco stared at the bedroom door, hands still on the cold glass of the window. He checked the window lock again. Anything he considered saying died at the base of his throat. He checked the window lock again. He listened as Harry knocked again, more softly each time. He checked the window lock again. He listened as Harry walked away, and listened as Harry's footsteps neared the bedroom door again, though he did not try to speak to Draco. At least, not immediately.