The Tattoo {drarry}

005

"I'm dying," Draco choked out from the living room sofa. "There's nothing you can do about it."

Harry tried to keep his laughter concealed as he made himself and Draco breakfast.

"Quit your whining, Malfoy. It's only a bruise."

"Are you quite positive? It's an odd yellow color, and the muggle medicine system never made any sense to me. This isn't a warning of death?" Draco asked back, confused.

Harry walked over to the freezer, and pulled out a bag of frozen vegetables.

"Here, put this on it. It might help the pain," he said, handing him the bag and sitting down on the sofa next to him.

"You want me to put food on it? Well I never." Draco huffed in reply.

"Are you daft?" Harry asked, nudging his elbow into him. "It's for the cold. It soothes it."

Draco hesitantly took the bag of vegetables and placed it on his knee.

"I wouldn't have had this 'bruise' if you hadn't chosen to rearrange our furniture in the middle of the night."

"Well, maybe you should turn on the lights when you go to get a glass of water at god knows what time."

Draco huffed.

"How have you made it through your entire life without getting a bruise? Special little Draco Malfoy wasn't allowed to play outside when he was a kid, huh?"

"I wasn't that bad. I just haven't ever had a bruise this bad, okay? In fact I've had more than enough, just never from something as hard as furniture." Draco countered as he sat up straighter.

"More than enough?" Harry was puzzled.

"You know what I mean." Draco replied, pulling his legs up onto the sofa and wrapping his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees.

"Forgive me, but I don't quite understand." Harry asked, titling his head to look into Draco's eyes where tears were beginning to form.

"Draco? What is it?" Harry asked, moving closer and placing a hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco quickly wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper.

"It's nothing. Really. It's in the past now, I'd rather not re-hash it." Draco hopped up from the sofa, with Harry following soon after. "Anyways, you're about to burn our breakfast. Actually, judging from the smoke coming from the kitchen right now, you already have. Nice going Potter, really. You make fun of me for making potatoes wrong. Well, actually I was doing a horrible job, like I do most often. Messing things up, and never having an opportunity to fix the wrongs-" Draco's mumblings finally came to a halt as Harry took his hands in his. "Sorry."

Harry couldn't help but give him a sympathetic smile. These tangents of Draco's were funny at first, until he started revealing what really was going on inside of his mind. They often only occurred when something was really bothering Draco, and he would often use them as a way to divert the subject. This time, it wasn't going to work.

Harry gently cupped Draco's cheek. "Please," he asked of him. "Tell me what's going on inside of your mind. I know you have something you want to get off of your chest."

Draco placed his hand on top of Harry's. "Honest to god, I don't deserve you."

"Oh, but you have it mixed up. I don't deserve you."

Draco help up Harry's arm, looking at his still-healing tattoo. Harry allowed a couple of heartbeats worth of silence before he pressed Draco again. "Now, tell me. Please."

"I would of thought you had it guessed by now," Draco finally budged, turning away as he fiddled his thumbs. Taking a shaky breath, he let out a phrase barely audible to Harry, but one that sent flames behind his eyes. "My father." Harry didn't realize he had begun to bite his lip until he tasted the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. "I know it was forever ago, but I just cannot seem to forget. So many things remind me of him and what he...what he did."

"God, Draco. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Draco simply shook his head at Harry.

"There's nothing that can be done about it now, I just need to move on. I shouldn't remind you, you have enough to worry about already, and my bad experiences growing up are miniscule when compared to yours. I'm selfish, that's what it is."

"I cannot believe you could say such a thing," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco. "Our struggles were so different, and we shouldn't compare them. We both went through horrific things that we shouldn't have, and I think that's what makes us so perfect for each other." Harry looked up at Draco. "We know what it's like to survive against all odds. That," he said, holding his arm besides Draco's so both of their tattoo's were side by side "that's what my tattoo symbolizes."

Harry noticed the amount of tears in Draco's eyes had increased.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry even more. God knows, we both seem to cry enough for an entire lifetime."

Draco smiled an enormous smile, and placed a kiss upon Harry's lips. "And I'm the one too good for you. You are right, though. After all we've been though, I'd expect us to not be so soft," this in turn, evoked a giggle from Harry. They stood there for a few moments. Two boys, wrapped in each others arms, without any notice of the outside world around them.

That was, until the fire alarm began to ring because of the smoke from the kitchen. Immediately afterward, the sprinklers turned on, causing both Harry and Draco to become soaking wet. The two erupted into laughter, not a care in the world about their work shirts becoming wet. 

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Honestly, this chapter started out super happy and funny, and I was planning on keeping it that way the entire time. However, midnight motivation sometimes leads to a story going in a different direction. I hope you all didn't mind the roller-coaster ride. I really hope you guys enjoyed this! I finally got a new laptop so I'll have time to write more now! I hope to add more and more to this every now and then, so stay tuned.