In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 14

Draco's POV

I woke up with a start. I can't let these feelings get too far. I screamed inwardly. I got out of the bed, it was pretty early in the morning. Why do I always wake up so early? I walked into the bathroom, prepared to take a shower. I knew that I had taken a bath last night, but I needed to shave.

I quickly did just that, being careful of my injuries. The red cuts that littered my inner thigh were definitely self-harm. I hated myself for that. After shaving, I stepped out and stared at myself in the mirror. I studied my appearance, comparing the now to the time at the Manor. I looked a whole lot better, in just a couple days. My hair was perfect, my skin seemed a nice shade of pale and very smooth, the bags under my eyes were mostly gone, and my eyes seemed empty of the "given up" look they used to have.

I changed into some sky blue skinny pants (not jeans or denim) and a white t-shirt that said "Am I Supposed to Give a Fuck?" in black letters. It was short-sleeved but I didn't give a fuck. Most people knew I had injuries, so I shouldn't really care about hiding them. I put on moisturizer, brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth.

Harry was still asleep when I came back out, so I searched the bookshelves for something nice to read. I eventually settled on the book I had started the other day and sat on my bed to read it. I began to get lost in the story. About an hour or so later, Harry stirred.

"Good morning," I said, softly. I didn't look up from my book. He grumbled something and went straight into the bathroom. It sounded like he started a shower, but he hadn't grabbed any clothes beforehand. I prepared myself for the coming situation, I'll just continue reading and ignore his toned body...covered in water...standing a few feet away...with only a towel...

I stopped myself from drooling. I can handle it. And, at that moment, Harry came out of the shower. Steam curled out of the room when he stepped out, it spread out and disappeared. That must've been a hot shower. I tore my eyes away from him and tried to focus on my book.

"Did you get a good night's sleep, Draco?" he asked, searching for some clothes. "Yeah, you?" I asked, rereading the paragraph. I hadn't absorbed any of its content. He turned away, "Y-yeah, it was fine." He stuttered, rushing back into the bathroom to change.

He came back out quickly, in some dark blue denim skinny jeans and a short-sleeved dark red t-shirt. He dried his hair with the towel, his glasses fogged over with steam. "Oh, shoot." He said, "I forgot to tell 'Mione and Ron where I was going last night. They're probably worried to death. You want to head to breakfast? They'll probably be there."

I nodded and placed my book on the bedside table. I pulled on my shoes and waited as Harry finished with his hair and his glasses became clear again. We barely said anything to each other on our commute to the Great Hall.

As he had thought, Hermione and Ronald were sitting at the Gryffindor table. When they saw him, they stood up and began bombarding him. "Harry, where the bloody hell did you go? We were worried sick. Figured you and Draco were shackin' up or something." Ronald said, taking a sip of his drink. I blushed and sat down next to Harry.

He blushed, too. "No, it wasn't anything like that. We figured that Draco couldn't sleep in his dorms because of Blaise, so we went to the RoR. I decided to stay to make sure he wouldn't get hurt." I nodded. "Really? You seem to have done something. You know you can tell us if you sleep with each other, right?" I choked on my drink.

"What?" I spat, glaring at Hermione. She can't say things like that, it's not good for my heart. I'd probably give away something at some point. She held up her hands in defense, "I was just saying. You two just seem like something happened." I shook my head, "I don't think I'll be having sex again for a long time," I lied.

I definitely had sexual urges, towards one Harry Potter. But, I'd probably never have them satisfied. And even if I did, I wouldn't want to sleep with him for at least a few weeks after we started dating, which was never going to happen. Hermione looked apologetic, "I-I didn't mean...I'm sorry, Draco. I just...I thought."

"You thought what? I was just saying. I keep telling you all, you don't need to baby me. You don't need to be sorry, I'm perfectly okay." I said, patting her hand. She nodded and gave me a small smile. "Well, well. Did the little lover boy get some?" Blaise said from behind me. I turned to him and plastered on a smile, "Why do you care?" I asked, sweetly.

He glared at me, but I just gave him a sweet smile. "Did you?" he hissed, shooting Harry a glare. I shrugged, "Define getting some." He frowned at me, "Did you sleep with him? Did you get it up the arse? Did you spread your legs?" I tried not to blush. Harry turned crimson in his spot next to me. I shook my head, "Who said that I had to be bottom?" I asked, innocently.

He clenched his fists, "Well, if you were with me, you'd be bottom. And you were always bottom with Voldemort. Every time." I shook my head, "Can't you see that some people are trying to eat here? Sex is not polite table talk." I said, running my hand through my hair. "Then we should take this somewhere else," he hissed, grabbing my arm. I winced, his nails were digging into me.

Harry jumped up, "Let him go, you're hurting him." He grabbed Blaise's wrist. I composed myself, it didn't actually hurt that much. I've felt much worse. Blaise tightened his grip on my arm as Harry tried to pull him away. Blood began to seep through my bandages. Blaise jumped back, releasing his grip on my arm. Harry immediately started looking over my arm, "Are you okay? How bad is it?" he asked, worry lacing his words.

"I'm fine, don't worry. It didn't hurt that much." I said, pulling my arm away from him. He frowned and grabbed my shoulder, he began pulling me. "Harry, what are you doing?" I asked, following him. He was pulling me back to the Room of Requirement. "We're going to change your bandages. You have to stop refusing my help, it just makes everything more frustrating." He said, bitterness in his voice. When the door appeared, we entered. What we saw had us both confused.

"What the f" Harry started. The layout had changed. The fireplace was now to the right side of the room, with a love seat in front of the original table. The loveseat was half Slytherin-themed and half Gryffindor-themed. On the left was a giant bed that was also half Slytherin and half Gryffindor-themed. The dressers, bookshelves, chests, and tables lay on their correspondingly designed sides. The bathroom lay in the wall across from us, seemingly unchanged.

"How'd that happen?" I asked, walking over to look at the multicolored fire. Half was orange and half was green. It was quite cool. "Darn it. I had been wishing that you'd let me be closer to you, the room must've sensed it." I smiled. "Well, change it." He shot me a confused and offended look. I shrugged, "I mean, you wouldn't want to share a bed with me, right? I'm gay."

He shook his head, "I wouldn't mind that. It's not like you'd do anything to me." He blushed. I nodded, "I'd never intentionally do anything against you, Harry." He smiled, and turned his attention to my arm. "Okay, sit down. I'll be back with the gauze and disinfectant." He said. I sighed, "I can do it myself, Harry." But I sat down anyway.

He quickly came back with the stuff and began working on my arm. I studied him. From his small flyaway hairs to his delicious-looking jaw to his gentle fingers. He removed the blood-soaked gauze and studied the injury. He wiped the blood off of the area, "It's not that bad, there are a few indents in your arm, but they aren't deep or anything. Is it feeling okay?" he asked.

I nodded, "I feel fine. Just normal and everything." He disinfected it and began rewrapping it. "Why'd you egg him on? You didn't deny sleeping with me, so he probably thinks you did." I shrugged, "If he gets the hint that he doesn't have a chance with me, maybe he'll leave me alone."

He shook his head, "Or maybe he'll force you to be with him." I sighed, it was true. "But, I have some lovely friends who'd try to stop him. If they were too late, they'd be able to help me recover. Gosh, I sound like I'm taking you three for granted." He chuckled.

"No, you sound like you trust us. That's good." He finished wrapping it and I laid down on the loveseat, resting my head in his lap. He started playing with my hair and he stared into the fire. I closed my eyes. "Why does life have to be like this? We need more moments like this, peaceful." I said. He nodded.