In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 12

Draco's POV

I actually am not quite sure what I am doing here. Sitting next to Harry in Hagrid's gross little hut. After Harry had "flirted" with me, I had just assumed he was playing with me because I told them I was gay. Stupid Draco, getting your hopes up. They were talking, so I reduced my focus to the small details of the hut's interior. When I ran out of details, I focused on Harry's face. His eyes were so beautiful, with the multiple shades of green. His skin seemed slightly tan and smooth. His scar stood out on his forehead.

His pink lips were almost irresistible, along with his body. He had quite the muscles for such a skinny guy. It was nice holding his hand earlier, I wish I could do it more. "Like what you see, Malfoy? Or do I have something on my face?" I smiled and shook my head. "Oh, you don't like what you see. Then, tell me what you'd like." He smirked at me.

I giggled...like an idiot, "That's not what I meant. You've got a really nice face that is appealing to the eye, I was saying that you didn't have anything on your face. Except the things that should be on your face. Like, your facial features, the air, microscopic particles, perfection, etc." I mimicked him, sticking my tongue out at the end. Hermione and Ronald laughed while Hagrid looked confused.

"It's nice to see ya like this, Draco. I've heard some things from the Professors, 'bout where you've been all year and yer conditions 'n stuff. Ya seem ta be doin' quite fine, though. How're ya feeling?" I tensed a little, but still smiled. Do they know what happened to me? "I'm feeling fine. Better now that I don't have to conform to my families images. Especially since I have these three here to help me."

They all smiled at me. "That's nice to hear. How'd ya all become friends? And when?" I thought for a second and almost laughed. "Harry and I became friends...I don't know. It kind of just happened when he killed You-Know-Who a couple days ago. Hermione and I became friends when Harry told her about me, or something. I'm not really sure. Ronald and I became friends just a few minutes ago, when I apologized and stuff."

Harry nodded, "That's about right." A pain shot through my head, exactly like before. I brought my hand up to my temple, "Harry, I think I'm about to pass out." I said, calmly. "It isn't something to worry about, it's probably just a memory from when I wasn't myself." Harry nodded, but reached out to steady me if I were to fall. I did.

The stench was almost unbearable, so I held my breath. The mangled body that lay on the ground, covered in a sheet, was revolting. Hatred poured out of my heart and I had to clench my teeth. I brought myself to kick it. Again and again. Until I heard something snap. My lungs were burning, but I didn't care. I brought my foot up so that it hovered over the corpse's head. I brought it down, channeling all of my anger and hatred towards him, and my foot crushed the skull inwards.

It was disgusting, I almost threw up. My lungs were screaming, so I left the room and entered the one where the remnants of my father were. I took in a deep breath, relieving my lungs. I looked into the fireplace on the far side of the room, the green flames encouraged me. I took out my wand and stepped outside.

The flames began at the doorway to the room I had been in for a long time. I quickly left the house. Closure. Finally.

When I opened my eyes, I was leaning completely on Harry. My head rested on his shoulder and his arm was around my waist. He was just talking to Hagrid and his friends. "Ah, the sleeping beauty has awoken." Said Hermione, pointing at me. I lifted my head off of Harry's shoulder, but he didn't move his arm. He gave me a cute smile, "Oh, you okay?" he asked.

His hand was resting on my right hip, I bet he could feel my pelvis bone. I was really skinny now. Embarrassed, I nodded to him and gestured for them to continue. He pulled me a bit closer, causing me to blush. What the hell is going on? What does he think he's doing?