A/N: So, i decided that i gonna write about the cuddling....so yeah, Harry tells Draco most things Draco wants to know....so yea...(Bunch of dialogue)
-Draco POV-
"Hey, love? What did Weasley say to you?"
"Oh nothing, just that tomorrow, I'll have to have dinner with the whole lot of them."
"But, Raven, are you okay? I mean, really okay?"
".......yes....."
"And now the truth."
"no-" Harry was barely whispering now. Draco heard him alright. He pulled Harry in a tight hug.
"You know, before that Weasel came in here, you were going to tell me somethings right?"
"Yeah....I guess that was long passed due....heh, right?"
"Damn right, now first things first, I will ask you a question and you will answer it with all the details you can."
"Fiiiiiiine..."
"Okay, so where'd you get that large scare on your back?"
"Oh...uh those were from......my relatives? YEaH! My relatives..."
"Uh...huh, now tell me about your relatives."
"Right, are you sure?" Draco nodded, "Ok...well, um so as you already know, obviously that my parents had died, and um so Dumbledore left me to stay at my muggle relatives house. Um so I started living there, the house at Number 4 Privet Drive in Surrey. And let's just say that they aren't the best people." Harry stopped talking. Draco was still waiting for him to explain, it never came.
"Now tell me what they did...."
Harry sighed, Draco wasn't going to let this go was he? "Uh, well I lived with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their dear Dudley." Harry spatted at these names. Well, if you must know, ever since I've arrived, they locked me in the cupboard, it became my room, it was crammy but comfortable. Ever since I was 3 I started to sweep, mop, and vacuum the house, when I was 4 I started to cook for them. As the years went on, the chores became longer. Whenever I dropped something, like say a mug or a plate, I would be locked in my small space underneath the stairs. I mean besides the chores and the amount of starving, you have....drumroll please, beating. I mean it got better as I was being forced to go to school, because ya know 'can't have people finding out I take my anger on everything out on my 6 year old nephew' right? Aaaaand that's how I got MOST my scars."
Harry didn't notice as he'd been telling his story that, the usually calm and peaceful blond, with VERY PALE skin had turned red.
"THEY DID WHAT?!?!?! W-WAIT, THEY ABUSED YOU? THAT BADLY? AND YOU WERE JUST GOING TO LET THEM DO THAT?!! ARE YOU REALLY THAT DAFT POTTER? HARRY! YO-YOU....WHY!?"
Harry jumped slightly at this sudden outburst from Draco, he didn't realize that it would effect Draco this much, I mean surely he'd expect this?
"How long has this been going on? And what exactly did they do?"
"Well, each person punished me differently. Like Vernon, would just use his belt, or sometimes punch, and or kick me. Dudley would just insult me and try to slap me. And Aunt Petunia, well there was this once, when I burned something, and she held my hand to the pan still on the stove till i screamed so loud the neighbors heard me or something, I dunno, it was a long time ago."
"Harry, you say that like it's a normal thing. IT. IS. NOT. NORMAL. TO. HAVE. PEOPLE. TWICE. YOUR. SIZE. BEATING. YOU. UP. SINCE. YOU. WERE. ONE. YEARS. OLD!!!!!!!"
"i'm sorry draco" Harry mumbled.
"No, I'm sorry to make you talk about those filthy animals. I'll make you explain some more when you feel better, alright?"
"Okay"
They quickly drifted to sleep with the other in their arms.
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The Distance Between Us
FanfictionHarry, due to his foolishness and lack of food and sleep, collapsed. Draco, worried about his "friend", found him. Draco had liked the Raven haired boy since 5th year. Harry despite his acts to hating Malfoy, liked him okay. Maybe this unfortunate e...
