Utterly Broken

Chapter Twelve

Madame Pomfry eventually let him free, after much struggling. Every moment after they had nearly kissed, Harry had been thinking of nothing but finding Draco, slamming him against a wall and doing several things that were probably crimes in  at least three countries.

But he also had other things on his mind, as Madame Pomfry had kept him in the infirmary for practically an hour, asking about his scars and recommending therapists. Should he see a therapist? Were the things that he was feeling fixable?

He was also going over all the things Hermione had said, Harry's mind was racing. The Slytherin had never left his side for three days. So maybe his feelings were mutual, or maybe Draco just felt guilty.

Why did his life to have to be so bloody complicated?

He had to find Draco, Draco made things better. Draco made everything focus on him, rather then all the shit in the world.

Luckily for him, as soon as he left the room, the blond was leaning against the wall.

"Did you hear?" Harry rushed to ask.

Draco raised a single brow, "Hear about your self harm scars? Hear about the therapist recommendations?"

Harry blushed violently, "Yeah-"

"I didn't hear a word."

"Not Funny."

Suddenly a soft pale was in his, pulling him along, "I told you in the village that you would have to explain it to me, so now you're going to."

"Please don't make me do this..."

Draco stopped pulling him abruptly, "No! I will not pity you! So fuck you Potter! You are explaining this!" 

Harry's urge to slam Draco against increased, so he did. Draco hair was messed up, yet somehow perfect. And his lips, his fucking lips were parted and pink and fuck. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear someone to say that..." He murmured. Pale long fingers were rested against his chest, and one of Harry's hands was behind the blonds neck and the other sliding up Draco's chin, slowly tilting it up.

Suddenly those pale fingers were pushing Harry away, "No!" He shouted, frustrated, "You will tell me!" Then those long fingers were gripping Harry's face, those pink lips teasing him, "We'll save this for later..." 

Draco was biting him lip and Harry had to physically force himself to stop from ravaging him.

"Fine. But in private?"

"Where do you think we were going before you so rudely slammed me against a wall?" drawled the Slytherin.

"Fuck you-"

"Not yet," Draco smirked, looking back at the man who's hand he was tugging along.

Harry was dying, even he could sense the sexual tension, and he was probably the most oblivious of them all. Resolving not to say anything, Harry allowed the other boy to drag him up to their private room.

When they reached the common room, Hermione and Ron were sitting there, innocently cuddling, "Help-" Harry tried.

"Shut it!" Draco snapped, jerking on Harry's arm.

As their door closed behind them, the two boys heard Ron mutter, "They're probably fucking..."

"But Draco was pulling Harry along," Hermione pondered, "I always thought Harry would top-"

"SHUT UP GRANGER!" Draco yelled through the closed door, "WE'RE TRYING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION!"

They heard the two snort, "Conversation-"