Time Heals All Wounds?

Chapter 5-Aftermath

The kiss was perfect. Not that Harry had much, or any, experience in it. However, it was the best thing that he had felt in a long time. The way that the blonde pulled him closer and tried to get as close to Harry as possible made the boy's heart beat faster. Harry had only had someone pull him closer, mainly a male, to have pain inflicted upon him. The dark corner of his mind whispered nasty things to him, making him question Dr-Malfoy's motives behind this.

He abruptly pulled away from the kiss and shook his head violently. This had been a trap and now the whole school would know one of Harry's darkest secrets. It was only a matter of time before-Vernon! The brunette slapped his head repeatedly. How could he have been so blatantly stupid?! If everyone at the school knew, then the Prophet would know and not long after that Vernon would find out. He always found out in the end. Harry couldn't keep anything from the disgusting creature that was his uncle. He had been so careful to ensure that no one found out about his punishments. Always waking up extra early to take a shower, or change for a Quidditch match. Staying later to be certain that there was no one around to see anything any time he had to be in a state of undress. Not only that, but he had gone out with girls and feigned interest to throw people off. That way no one would be able to figure out that Harry Potter, The Chosen One, Saviour of the whole Wizarding World was in fact gay. Now the cat was out of the bag. Crap, crap, crap! He smacked his head again as he tried to get the horrible voices to be quiet. He needed to think, because if he didn't have a suitable explanation for Vernon, his next punishment might be his last.

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Draco watched wide eyed and confused as Harry paced back and forth in front of him whilst muttering to himself. He sounded angry and panicked. Draco desperately wanted to reach out and comfort him in some way, but Harry looked to be too far into his head for it to be much help. However, when Harry began raking his hands down his face hard enough to draw blood, Draco had to step in. He slowly walked towards the other boy and raised his hands towards Harry's arms, all the while maintaining his slow and steady pace to avoid startling Harry. Once he had grabbed the smaller boy's wrists gently, he pulled them away from his face and bend down slightly to meet Harry's eye. The blonde was shocked to see how haunted Harry looked; like a tortured and caged animal. They stared at each other in silence for a while, the air around them charged and thick with tension. Finally, the Gryffindor uttered a single word.

"Why?"

Draco was confused. Why what? He had no idea what the boy was referring to and was scared to ask in case it set Harry off. Unfortunately, that was the only way to find out what was wrong with him. If he wanted to win over Harry like Pansy had spent so long helping him plan, he would have to prove he cared.

"Why what, Harry? What's wrong?" Draco stood in front of the boy with his brow furrowed in confusion.

"You know exactly what is wrong, Malfoy!" he spat back and tried to free his wrists from Draco's grip. Draco tightened his hold instinctively as it slowly dawned on him why Harry was upset.

"You think I tricked you." He uttered, unable to raise his voice above a low whisper as the horror washed through his body. Harry, his Harry thought this was a trick.

"Well, of course! Why else would you do this other than to make my life more miserable than it already is? To see if you can make me suffer just a little bit more." He replied as he continued to struggle against Draco's grip. Draco, however was lost for words. Who would do something like this to trick someone? That was cruel even for Slytherin standards.

"Harry, I swear I didn't do this to trick you. I wanted to meet up with you. I wanted to kiss you. I see know that I shouldn't have, and for that you have my deepest apologies. I had hoped that you would feel the same way about me as I do you, but as you clearly do not I will leave." Draco released Harry's hands and began to leave with his heart in tatters. It was foolish of him to believe that something like this would really work. With a deep breath, he made his way back up towards the path that lead to Hogsmeade and the school. He just had to make it to his room, then he could let his emotions out, but not until then. He refused to disgrace himself any further.