𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

Chapter 12

♡AN: In case anyone is confused this chapter is from Harry's point of view and for this whole story it's going to be on and off POVs 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 scenes of abuse, '♨️' if there are any Unwanted sexual assault (rape), and an ' ⭕️' for Self-harm. In this chapter, there are only minor references to dark pasta and some mentions of sexuality. If you want to listen to music in the background I recommend listening to You don't know you're beautiful by One Direction.  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!!♡

The minute I woke up I knew something was wrong. I had a humongous headache making my head pound and pulse in anger. I groaned as I made to sit up but it only made the pain worse. I ran to the kitchen trash can and emptied the contents of the food in my stomach. My throat itched and burned as I rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for a hangover potion. I found the green bottle and quickly unscrewed the cap, emptying the liquid In one big gulp.

The pain in my head started to dim and I could finally think properly, but when I did I wasn't so sure that I liked what I remembered.

Oh, merlin.

Draco.

What did I do?!

"I hate you,"  I remembered saying.

He opened my eyes revealing the hurt and anguish in them, "N-no please..." He said.

I remembered him shaking, trembling under my grip, his eyes desperately shut, looking for a way out of the situation. Ever since I got him out of Stratus's grip he had been holding onto a thin string. A string of actual hope that life is more than just pain. He was holding onto a string that he wanted to believe still had hope.

I was his string.

I was his hope.

"Get out."

But I snipped that string.

"Draco!" I called out hoping that maybe he hadn't really left.

"D-Draco!" I called out again, rushing up the stairs imagining that he's under the sheets of his bed trying to sleep or something.

I called his name over and over again, dashing through the house but alas no reply.

'No no NO!' I inwardly screamed at myself.

"Draco please!" I roared.

Where is he? He has to be here! He wouldn't have actually walked out and if he did he couldn't have gone that far. I started panicking as I bolted out the front door. I called his name out again but I was met with silence and the rustling of trees.

I ran down the fields of grass calling out his name, looking for any sight of his blonde hair.

Minutes passed and he was nowhere in sight.