Young Blood: A Drarry Story

Chapter 5: Mutual Exchange

"I won't tell anyone, your secret will always be safe with me" Harry reassured Draco. For a moment, everything was silent. "I don't want to be my fathers son. I hate everything the Malfoy name stands for. I hate the Dark Lord, I hate being mean, I hate upholding a bad reputation, I hate having to worry about appearances more than individuality and personality, and I don't want to do what he's asking" Draco broke down and Harry was in shock. He didn't expect him to open up fully but he did, and it left a warm feeling in his heart. "Draco... I'm so sorry. Is that why you were at Kings Cross? Did you run away?" Harry asked, trying to piece everything together. The Slytherin shook his head slowly. "My father tried to force the dark mark upon me. I refused it. So he got my stuff, shrunk it, and threw me out the door. He said I'm no son of his. My mother was crying and begging him not to but he refused to listen." Draco explained emotionlessly. Harry was stunned speechless. He could tell Draco wanted to end the touchy topic so he began explaining his story.

"You promise this is never getting out right? Cos not even Ron and Hermione know this and if they found out I told the Dragon before them, they'd lose the plot." Harry confirmed. "I promise. You guys call me the Dragon?" He smirked cutely. NO! Not cutely. Okay yea cutely. Harry was annoyed for even thinking that. "They didn't, they all called you the Serpent but that was too mean so I called you the Dragon" he explained with a hesitant look. "How sweet Potter... Harry, do you think we could maybe be friends?" Friends. Draco regretted it instantly until he heard "of course we can, we can even be good friends if you want." Joy lit up the misty eyes. "Yeah that sounds brilliant! But you still have explaining to do mister!"

"Ever since I could walk, I've been a servant to my aunt and uncle. If I did anything wrong, I would get hurt. As I got older it grew worse. I used to live in a cupboard until I got moved to Dudley's second bedroom. Dudley is my cousin. I only got moved there to try and stop me from going to Hogwarts. All my clothes are second hand and all of my belongings can be moved in one go without a bag. I had to clean the whole house every day. If anything wasn't clean by morning I'd be locked in my room for 2 days alone with nothing. In second year my aunt and uncle bolted bars to my bedroom window and put 5 locks on the outside of my door. I'm not allowed to eat with the rest of my family, but I'm allowed all of the left overs. There were times Dudley would eat so much he was sick just to stop me eating anything. Now I just don't bo- never mind. I was never allowed to watch TV but sometimes I stayed downstairs after I'd cleaned once I came back from Hogwarts because they wouldn't be suspicious. I have severe sleeping problems as well as other things that I'm not ready to go into. This time however, I managed to fall asleep in front of the TV downstairs. As soon as my uncle saw me he lunged. He was constantly hitting slapping kicking and punching me. I couldn't breathe with his fat self on top of me and his clammy hands trying to strangle me to death. He punched me in the same place on my rib 34 times and kicked it another 12 times. That's why it's fucked. After he was done, he told me to clean up and cook dinner and to make sure there was no blood anywhere because "if we wanted blood in our food we'd ask for it". When I stumbled into the bathroom I threw up constantly until there was nothing left. After that, I had no choice but to wash my hands and face of blood and cook dinner. While a bit of it was being done, I messaged mine and Hermiones muggle friend Lilliana Romego. She suggested I go to kings cross hospital as I wouldn't need to explain what happened. I needed a drink so I went in the station. Boom you're caught up." Harry was definitely still hiding things, but Draco refused to press it any further. Seems like guaranteed internal damage. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out ointment after ointment and potion after potion. "Profesor Snape gave me these just in case they were needed. He makes them a special way so that he can tell when they've been tampered with. His remedies always start in the bottle as a deep black but turn their respective colours once oxidised." Draco explained simply as he handed Harry a crimson red potion to numb the pain.

After about an hour of drinking different potions and letting Draco layer ointments onto his rib, Harry began feeling a bit better. His rib was still fucked but it was less swollen and didn't hurt anymore. "The last potion should heal all internal injuries in about half an hour. After that I should be able to send Severus an owl and ask him for a potion to mend broken bones." Harry suddenly thought back to the letter he'd sent off with Hedwig. He'd already requested these potions. At least I'll know which potion is which. Harry thought. "Thank you Draco. You don't need to owl Snape, I don't want any of the teachers knowing what's going on. Although.... I do have a question." He decided to push Draco for more answers. "Go on" He said. "You said you were given these potions by Snape, but they're all for injuries and pretty serious ones." Draco went even paler then normal. Shit! "Why do you need them? What did you miss out in your story?" Harry finished, almost demandingly.

"Listen Potter." Draco sneered, before his face suddenly fell. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get snarky. I'm still not used to being able to be myself, especially around the chosen one. Severus is my godfather, and he would do anything to protect me. Sometimes a person has to go through something bad to avoid something worse, you know?" Harry remained silent clearly telling Draco to keep explaining. "If Severus were to mention to my dad about being nicer and less violent, he would get angry at me, torture me, for being weak and talking to someone about it when it could get the whole family in trouble. So I have to handle the aggression and just rely on Severus' potions to keep me from being hurt too badly." Draco solemnly mumbled his explanation looking to the ground. Harry swung his legs off of the side and stood up carefully. His rib was still incredibly sore but he didn't mind it too badly. He walked up to the blonde boy who, up until a few hours ago, had been his mortal enemy and pulled him into a tight and comforting hug

~~A/N~~
Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I went on holiday and there was no WiFi. Me and my boyfriend both ended up on crutches 😂. Not that anyone cares but it was funny. I promise updates will be slightly more regular than they have been cos oof I missed writing. The fluff is starting. Thank you Kittenl20 for voting 😊🙏🏻. Leave a comment! And don't dislocate your knees! Jk have a good one x
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