FILTHY ~ Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 6

The next morning, I walk downstairs at half four. As silently as possible, I place two peices of bread in my toaster, before heating up a tin of beans.

As I smother the toast with beans, I hear "You don't have to be quiet, you know?" I practically jump out of my skin.

When Molly turns on the light, she motions towards my plate "All you have in your cupboard is bread, beans, turkey, cheese, mayonnaise, crisps, and pot noodles."

I sigh, before telling her "I never have much of an appetite. Eating is really just a chore."

She crosses her arms and declares "You eat like a fussy four year old. When was the last time you ate something of substance?"

I furrow my brow and remind "I eat at the pub, last night."

She scoffs, before reminding "You ate a turkey sandwich, and a few chips. That wasn't substance."

I sigh, before grabbing a knife and fork "I really don't have the time."

She sighs, before declaring "Those are just excuses!" When I turn back to her, she looks me over in concern "When was the last time you enjoyed your food?"

I furrow my brow and think for a second, before declaring "Probably a decade ago."

She nods, before asking "What happened a decade ago that turned the tides?"

Currently, I wear a suit without a blazer. My sleeves rolled up. The dark mark is nearly completely exposed. She nods, before I shake my head "I nearly went mad, looking for someway to get rid of it."

She gives a weak smile and places her hand on my cheek "You are doing the exact opposite of what that mark suggests." She give my face a little shake "You turned out to be a great man!"

I give a weak smile, before telling her "Maybe, one day, I'll even be a good one."

~

When I get to work, I punch in as Doctor Pryce punches out "Olivia?" I ask and she looks the me in confusion.

"You never call me by my first name." She states and I give a weak smile, before she asks "What's wrong?"

I set my jaw and think for a moment, before asking "Do you think...?" I cut myself off in my nervous state.

She gives a weak smile "Draco, you could ask me anything."

I take in a shakey breath, before asking "Do you think your husband would've been okay? With your son...?"

She looks me over, before declaring "Any good parent would be completely supportive. Dylan is my baby, no matter what. I can't change who he gets aroused by."

I nod, trying to absorb it, before she asks in a sweet, motherly, manner "Are you coming to your grips with yourself?"

I give her a confused look, before lying my arse off "What? No, one of my coma patients, I knew back in school. He was The Golden Boy, jockstar, choosen one. Turns out he's flamingly gay. His adopted family accept him, instantly. And I grew up in a household where-"

She furrows her brow and asks "Where what?"

I set my jaw and take a moment, before telling her "I had to be the image of perfection, constantly. Had to believe the way my father did, or he'd go ballistic."

She gives a weak smile and asks "Do you still talk to your father?"

I scoff, before leaning back against the wall and crossing my arms "Disowned me when I said I was going against all of his beliefs."

She furrows her brow and asks "When was that?"

I shrug, before telling her "When I was seventeen." She gives an amazed look, before I tell her "My mum had been smuggling money out of my father's account. Haven't heard from her since, but she cleared about fifty thousands pounds. Enough for me to live out of a car for four years while I was in school and renovating my house, from money I greased from rich kids at university."

She gives an amazed look, before declaring "We've been working together for nearly four years, and you never told me that."

I give a weak smile, before telling her "There's a lot more you don't know about me."

She furrows her brow and asks "Like what?"

"For starters?" I ask and she looks at me in curiosity "My father forced me to be in a gang, when I was sixteen. The leader wanted me to kill a guy."

She looks at me in shock as she asks "Did you?" I shake my head and she let's out a breath of relief.

I clear my throat and state "That's one of the many reasons my parents kicked me to the curb." I point to the dark mark "The Death Eaters were the worst of the worst. Most of us followed in fear."

She gives a weak smile, before asking "Your father was one of them?" I shrug.

"Lucius was pretty bad, but my aunt Bellatrix was fucking insane." I shake my head and declare "My family was fucked up."

"Was?" She asks.

I shrug, before telling her "The only family I have, are here for that gay coma patient. Not for me."

I pat her shoulder, before my beeper goes off "Gotta run."

~

At two, I clock out and head towards the door, only I find myself pulled towards the ICU.

I really don't understand what I'm doing, until I stand by Harry's bedside. Nobody else is in the room. Presumably, the Weasleys are out to lunch.

I take in a shakey breath, before taking a seat and looking him over. Something very familiar bubbles in my stomach and I a bitter taste comes to my tounge, causing me to scrunch my nose in disgust. I know what it is, instantly.

I shake my head in anger "Why?" I ask him. Of course he doesn't answer, so I start my rant "Why would you do this to yourself? How could you be so stupid?"

As I look to his face, I hiss "You have a good life!" I lean back, before springing forward "A family that loves you! A title! Fame! The courage to be who you truly are! Have had everything handed to you, since you stepped foot in the wizarding world!"

As I take a shakey breath and shake my head "And you're ignorant enough to throw it all, because you decided not to wear a fucking helmet!"

I huff in anger and shake my head as tears come to my eyes "Why couldn't I have your life?" My voice cracks and I wipe the tears from my eyes.

As I lean back in my chair, I sniffle "And now, there's a ninety percent chance that you won't wake up."

I fight the tears as I look to where his eyes are open "Saint Harry Pottah!" I scoff, before leaning forward, and spit with a wrathful hiss "I hate you!"

Once I've gathered myself, I stand up and start toward the door, only to stop and turn back to him "Do me a favor, Harry! Just the one!" The repetitive beeping of the heartbeat monitor gets to me and I plead "Don't die!"

I take in a shakey breath, before clarifying "I need you, alive! I need you to show me that people like us end up, half way not shit!" I tremble and plead "For me, do it!"

In the weariness of the room, I finally gather myself.