I Need Help... (Draco Malfoy X George Weasley)

Chapter 2

Molly had rushed all of the children upstairs before setting Draco down in the chair again. She pulled Arthur over and shoved him into the chair beside Draco. "You either help Draco, or Draco and I are leaving for other help. It's your choice." She crossed her arms and stood by Draco.
Draco was about to disagree but Arthur grabbed his chair and pulled it in front of him. "Molly. Please get my supplies then leave us be."
Molly left the room swiftly and Arthur turned back to Draco. "Alright. What happened?" Draco stared down at his hands. "You're going to have to tell me or I can't help you, Draco."
Molly walked back in and handed off Arthur's things. "His wrists are cut and bleeding, Arthur." Arthur nodded quickly and took Draco's hand, slowly lifting his sleeve. As he was carefully taking the bandages off Draco's left arm, he saw a black outline of something beneath the most cuts. If he was going to help Draco then he would have to ignore that.

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When everything was done, Draco was left with deep scars. He refused to let Arthur wrap his wrists again. Molly had steered Draco into Charlie's old room since everyone else was already paired in rooms. She handed him some of Ron's clothes since they were about the same height although Draco was far too thin to be healthy.
Draco sat on the bed after he had put
on, what he presumed to be, some of Ron's pajamas. They were too big and too scratchy but Draco was just happy to be here and away from his father.
He fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The next morning he awoke to the sound of screaming. He immediately sat up, staring at the door. He was waiting for someone to run in and kill him, which he wouldn't mind if he was to be honest. What did come through that door though were the twins.
"Mornin' Malfoy." The first one said as he walked in with a grin on his face. "Breakfast is downstairs. Mum sent us up to tell you."
Draco looked at them with confusion. "Oh. Okay but... What was all that screaming?"
The twins looked at each other before laughing loud and obnoxiously. The second one spoke up. "That was one of mine and Fred's hilarious pranks. Wish you were down there to see it." They started laughing again and left the room.
Draco sat there for another minute before slowly making his way out bed. He changed into a big sweatshirt and slightly too big jeans and made his way downstairs before stopping at the last step. The entire bottom floor was neon pink. Including everyone. Except him and the twins.
He caught one of the twins eyes, who winked at him before grabbing a piece of pink bacon and shoving it into his mouth. He then saw Molly walk over to them. "YOU WILL TURN EVERYTHING BACK TO IT'S ORIGINAL COLOR! NOW!"
Draco hated screaming. He flinched at Molly's loud voice before turning to walk back up the stairs.
Molly turned around just in time to see his retreating back. She turned towards the  twins. "Alright. One of you will fix this and the other will go to check up on Draco." There was a pause. "I feel like this was your idea Fred."
     "I would disagree but I'm pretty proud of this." Fred said while admiring the pink house.
     "It's settled then. Fred, you clean it up. George, go check up on Draco."
     "Mum..."
     "Go, George. Fred do NOT touch that! FRED!"
     Molly ran off to scold Fred as George walked up the stairs to Charlie's old room. He knocked lightly and waited. A minute passed before Draco slowly opened the door. George shot him a smile and walked in.
     Draco closed the door slowly and sat on the bed. He didn't make eye contact with George.
     George sighed and sat beside him. Draco shifted away slightly. "So Malfoy..."
     "Can you please not call me that?" Draco whispered as he stared at the floor.
     George looked at him curiously before shrugging. "Sure. So Draco... can I ask why you're here?" He saw Draco flinch almost  if he was hit. "You know... nevermind. It's none of my business." Draco was completely tense and refused to lift his eyes from the floor. "Listen Draco... you can trust me."
     Draco's brows furrowed and he glanced at George. "Do you trust me, George?"
     George was taken back by that. "Well yeah. No offense but right now you look like you couldn't hex me right now even if you wanted to."
     Draco huffed and looked back down. "I'm sorry George."
     "For what?"
     "Everything. Every hex. Every insult. I'm so sorry. I never meant any of it." Draco now had his head in his hands and was trying not to cry.
     George didn't know what to do. So he did the first thing he could think of. He scooted closer and put his arm around Draco. What he didn't expect was for Draco to yelp and push him away. They just looked at each other for a what seemed like ages before Draco started crying and looked away. "I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't... I didn't mean-"
     He looked at George again. "No. No don't... don't apologize. I didn't... you... you surprised me."
     "So... can I put my arm around you or are you going to turn around and hex me?" George smiled as he opened his arms.
     Draco awkwardly nodded and leaned into George's arm. George placed his other hand on Draco's knee. "George?"
     "Hmm?"
     "Why are you being so nice to me?"
     George rested his head on Draco's and smiled lightly. "Is it a crime to be nice to you?"
     "Sometimes it seems like it is."
     George's smile disappeared. "Why do you say that?"
     There was a long pause. "People haven't  been nice to me in a long time."
     George absentmindedly pulled Draco closer. "Well... I will. And I know mum will." He chuckled softtly as Draco nodded.
     "Your mum is so nice. I wish mine was similar."
     "Is she the one that hurt you?" Draco immediately tensed and pushed away. "Draco? I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said anything..."
     "She didn't hurt me." Draco whispered as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
     George carefully scooted closer. "Then who did?" Draco looked up slighty with tears in his eyes and smiled humorlessly. "Draco? Who hurt you?"
     "Isn't it obvious?" Draco sobbed. George just furrowed his brows. "I did it, George!" He angrily pointed at his chest. "Me!" He started crying so hard that he couldn't get any more words out.
     George waited a moment to pass before he pulled Draco into his chest. Draco willingly went into his arms and clutched the back of his shirt, burying his head in the other's shoulder.