Opportunity Knocks (Drarry) (BoyxBoy)(sequel)

Sixteen

I was slumbering peacefully when Harry's shouts jumped me awake.

"Stop this...-no. Please let me go, I promise I won't tell!" He shouted.

"Harry, Harry wake up." I shook him. His eyes flew open and his breathing was heavy. I pet his head gently and he took a shuddering breath. "Want to talk about it?" I asked and he nodded. I helped him up to sitting position. He snuggled into my shoulder and intertwined our hands.

"It was the day everything happened." He started. His voice was wary. "I needed to pee so Crabbe and Goyle took me. They let me pee and when I walked out, I was shoved up against the wall. They were going on about they can finally do it. Make me pay for making you a faggot." He spat and I winced at the derogatory name. "They punched me and hit me against the wall. Threw me to the ground and kicked me like I was nothing." His voice cracked. "I was begging them to stop. Begging, pleading, telling them to stop." He said and my hand tightened on his. I had never known what happened exactly. The only people who knew were Crabbe, Goyle, and Harry. Crabbe and Goyle were carted off to jail the moment they found Harry's necklace. And Harry wasn't there to tell me. "And if they had stopped, I wouldn't have told you the truth. I would have lied to you. Made up some stupid excuse to you so you wouldn't worry." He told me and then let out a sob.

"Did you think they were gonna kill you?" I asked softly. My other arm, which was in the brace because I got accustomed to wearing it at night, pet his hair.

"I-I thought I was gonna die." He sniffled sorrowfully. "I passed out and I thought I was dying. I thought I was gonna be with my parents again but nothing ever came. It was just darkness." He told me and I licked my lips nervously.

"I tried calling you." I told him as he wiped his face on my bare skin. I didn't mind though. "I was terrified that something happened. I called you twice before an officer picked up your phone. He told me to meet him on the field so he could take me. He told me what happened and I was heartbroken." I told him and held him close to me. "You looked so broken."

"I was." He whispered. "When I woke up, I was so scared. I didn't know where I was, who I was, I didn't know who these people were telling me they were happy I was awake. It was hard." He told me and I felt him swallow. "Papa had told me that he was my adoptive father and that Remus was his partner. I understood that part but it took me awhile to remember. They told me we were going to America. And then we left."

"I didn't visit you." I divulged quietly. "I couldn't... I'm sorry." I apologized. He snuggled into me more and kissed my neck.

"I don't care you didn't visit me." He whispered. "I care that I was lied to and that you were hurt."

"It's just... I couldn't believe they hurt you and that you were in a fucking coma. I grieved awfully though."

"But you got through it and it's only up from here, yeah?"

"Yeah." I agreed. He stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to me if that was possible. "C'mon, let's go to sleep."

"Okay." He agreed. I gently laid us down with him being close to lying on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and gently brushed my hands though his hair.

"Sleep well prince." I whispered. He lifted his head up and kissed my lips.

"Sweet dreams king." He told me and then we both fell into a deep slumber.

"Draco." I looked up at the source of the voice. Father was standing over me. I had been reading against the tree in the shade soaking up the rare sunshine.