𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

Chapter 6

♡AN:Incase anyone is confused this chapter is from Harrys point of view and for this whole story it's going to be on and off POV's between the two boys. This whole story is set after the war. Some chapters contain minor mature content references including abuse and sexual acts/rape and strong language. I'll give you a '♨️💢' if there are any scenes including that content. This chapter just contains references about child abuse. If you want to listen to music in the background I recommend listening to Dont hold me by Dean Lewis. I'll give you a '✩' to when you should start playing the song. If you listen to it in the background softly you'll find it gives the story much more effect. Enjoy!!♡

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My eyes flickered open to the smell of pancakes. I sat up on the bed and stretched. Yawning, I shuffled to the bathroom and washed up. I brushed my teeth but I definitely didn't bother with brushing my hair.

After I got my shirt, a grey long sleeve with the Neffex Logo, on, I headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to see Draco using the oven to make breakfast.

He was still wearing my black hoodie and a pair of gray pants that were striped with black. He was singing a song I didn't know the name of in a low voice. I marveled at his voice, it was like when he was singing it, he was singing it. I probably sound crazy but it was like he felt the words that he was singing. I stood on the doorframe, his back turned to me. I don't think he saw me though because he continued to sing.

"Don't hold me,"

"'Cause I am falling back down."

"And I wouldn't want to see you hit the ground."

"Little darling, you found my heart in the lost and found."

"But the scars, they still follow me around."

His angelic voice paused, it wasn't even just his voice that stopped, it was everything. He stopped cooking, he stopped moving, it even looked like he had stopped breathing.

Then a single tear marked its way down his cheek, "they follow me around."

He sniffed and he furiously rubbed at his cheek to get rid of any evidence that he was crying.

I didn't know whether to go comfort him or to come in, say good morning, and pretend I didn't see anything.

I faked a yawn and walked into the kitchen, "good morning!" I chirped.

"Morning" came his reply.

I walked up behind him and watched him finish off the food from over his shoulder.

"Pancakes?" I asked, knowing the answer.

He nodded.

"You didn't have to make breakfast Draco." I said.

"Harry, you cant pretend that you don't own me. I serve you now, I cook, clean, wash, and do whatever you want. Your my M-master and I must do as you wish, n-no matter what it is." He said without emitting any emotions, like he was reciting it off a piece of paper.

"Draco, I truly don't know what to say, I'm not that type of person, I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do. Please, please don't refer to me as your master. I don't own you, I only bought you off the ministry so I can get you out of the hands of Glee. Slowly but surely I'll work on getting everyone else who was sold back to their homes. Y-your not a slave here Draco, think of me as a uh roommate." I softly said.