When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 16. The lake

-Harry's pov-

It's Friday. The time sure did pass by fast. We're going back to Hogwarts in two days. Is everything going to go back to normal? Is Draco going to draw back? How is it going to be? I don't want to lose the friendship we've got. I want to continue be able to talk to Draco, I want to make him feel good. To appreciate life, even if he doesn't have much left.

We've continued with the Legilimency and Occlumency once a day. It was hard on Draco, but he was getting better at it. There's also something weird I discovered in myself. A craving. I've seen Draco's body trough his memories, but never for real. I want to see it. I want to feel his scars, to tell him he's not ugly. That he's beautiful. But that would sound wrong wouldn't it. I also want to feel those lips.

Don't get me wrong, it's nothing like 'that'. It's just, I see how they've violated those red lips. I want Draco to feel how a tender kiss feels like. How it feels like to be touched with gentleness. I shook my head. Why am I thinking this? It's absolutely gay. Yes, I want to help Draco, but I can't start kissing him out of the blue. Besides, it would be cruel to him. To kiss him without feelings. What if kissing those lips would disappoint me and I give Draco false hope?

"You want to go swimming?" I asked him. Draco looked up, shocked.

-Draco's pov-

Swimming? I've never learnt how to swim. Why would I learn, it's not like I've had any use for it. But swimming. Swimming means being in water, being in water means swimsuit, swimsuit means nothing more than that. Shirtless... Half of my legs visible. Big no.

"I... I don't think it's a good idea..." I said slowly.

"Why? Draco, there will be no one around. Just the two of us, and I don't mind. You know that. You can trust me."

Something in Harry's eyes told me that he meant it. He's been taking my condition seriously. He's seriously been trying to help. He's been focusing on me solely this past weeks. It can't hurt to do something he wants for once... Right?

"Well... I can't swim." I said slowly. Embarrassed by the fact. You're supposed to be able to swim at the age of sixteen, right?

"Well then, I can teach you!" Harry said with a smile. I smiled back, hoping it didn't look too nervous.

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So here we are, I'm covered in a big towel, but I couldn't go in the water like this. I have to drop it. Harry stands besides me with his towel lying on his shoulder. He was incredibly well built. You could see his muscles clear.

I started doubting this more and more. I was way to thin. I was disgusting. Surely Harry would notice that. I usually avoid looking at my body, so Harry probably didn't know it that well, even if he'd seen it when I was... raped. Yes, but seeing my body in reality would probably remind Harry that this is how I look. I'm ugly and too pale, too thin and too scarred. Besides Harrys tanned body, muscular and wonderful body, I'm nothing.

I've always felt ashamed of my body. Harry has been so kind to me, even after what I've done and said. I don't want Harry to hate me... Looking at his body, all I want is to be curled up in his lap and have those strong arms around me.

But now he looked at me with concern. Like asking me if I was ready. I took a deep breath, and dropped the towel. My hands was around my waist, like trying to cover so much I could of my body.

Harry didn't look disgusted. He smiled. He smiled at me and reached out his hand. I slowly took it.

We started to walk to the water. It was a nice little lake in the forest not long away from the house. I felt the water with my toe. It was pretty warm. The sun shine brightly and I couldn't see even one cloud. Harry begun walking in to the water and I followed doubtfully.

-Harry's pov-

I had to force myself to stay neutral. He was so pretty. When he dropped the towel and let me see his body for the first time I almost gasped. Yes, he was too thin and his body was scarred, but he was beautiful. Maybe it was his veela inheritance. Probably. But he was so... Wonderful. His hair moved in the wind and his eyes glowed intensively. His movements were doubtful and he walked slowly. I held his hand as we entered the water.

I showed him the basics in swimming but he just sank. This made me laugh and I decided to try to teach him how to float first. After a couple of hours he got the hang of at least acceptable swimming. The sun was almost down and we headed back to the house. I was very hungry so I cooked dinner and we sat down.

Draco poked around in the food like he used to, but in the end I made him eat a bit more than yesterday. It was going forward. Draco was actually recovering. Who knew that my sworn enemy would end up being a very good friend? A very beautiful friend. A friend I happened to have the urge to kiss. Yes, but I would never. It would be way to mean. But I couldn't stop myself from wondering, how would those lips taste like?