In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 4

When Harry returned, the room was Draco-free and the only evidence that he was ever there were the handcuffs and chains that lay in the corner, Draco's blood coating them in some spots. He leaned against the door's frame wearily, just wanting to sleep. He closed his eyes, getting lost in thought. He was interrupted by a small cough.

"I got you some bandages and stuff. I didn't really know what to get, I've never done this before, Potter." Draco said, softly. He didn't like the sudden change in their relationship. In fact, he hated it. But, Harry Fudging Potter had just saved him, freed him. He handed the gauze and stuff to the exhausted Boy Who Lived and tried to focus on anything except for the pain and the memories of what caused it.

He found himself studying Harry, from his sweaty, brown hair to his scraped up shoes. He stopped when he remembered that he had just fought Voldemort. Tears formed, but Draco was quick to stop them. He noticed that Harry was staring at him, as well.

"What happened?" Harry said, but it was the last thing that Draco wanted to talk about. Draco shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it." Draco choked out, the tears beginning to form again. Harry looked worried, but grabbed onto Draco's arms to begin disinfecting the wounds. Draco almost pulled back, but stopped when he realized what he was doing.

"You don't have to help me anymore, Potter. I'm sure it's the last thing you want to do."

"Too many people have been hurt and killed. You, obviously, seem to have been too preoccupied to have participated in the fighting. You are not my enemy at the moment, Malfoy."

"Potter-ow, be gentler-I've done some awful things to you and your friends. I have been your enemy since you refused my friendship."

"If you don't want me helping, don't tell me to be gentler."

Harry quickly, and somewhat gently, finished Draco's arms and went on to disinfect the small wounds up and down the blonde's back and chest. He paused at an obvious bite mark on his neck, next to (what appeared to be) hickies. Harry blushed, noticing that this was something sexual and he was standing extremely close to Draco, their faces almost touching. Luckily, Draco seemed lost in thought and was staring into space.

Once he was completely done, he began bandaging himself, before a pale hand stopped him. "Let me do it." it was just a small whisper. Harry complied and handed the materials back to his former enemy.