Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 62 - Smiles

Chapter 62 – Smiles

Published: 11/15/19

***TRIGGER WARNING*** smut?

Draco was smiling so hard it was actually hurting. He felt jitters in his hands... shaking... but in a good way. Salazar's knob, he didn't know how much he needed that... to see Blaise that happy. Fuck... he was euphoric at this point. He watched Blaise get mentally beat down and abused for years. Every year, it was just worse and worse... like Blaise was as cursed as he was. He hated seeing him so hurt and lonely. But the magical forces must have finally aligned and decided to show mercy, for once. Or... more like McGonagall had. Half of him thought she let Blaise be a professor just to get around the no-relationship rule.

But there wasn't a doubt that Blaise didn't know what he was doing. Draco hadn't learned anything from Dawlish, and Blaise had taught himself a different way of spellcasting since their fourth year. He knew how to curse, hex and jinx people better than anyone. However, Blaise had never been a quick dueler. He thought out his moves and spells with cunning and purpose, not speed. He was, by no means, incompetent at dueling, but he'd never be a Hit Wizard for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Draco led the way back to the dorm and he didn't say anything. He was still soaking in the victory... the hope he was feeling. If Blaise was okay... he was okay. He never knew how much his moods affected him until then... or just the idea of the cloud of misery over Blaise was gone.

"You doing alright? You don't seem to be able to stop smiling... Dray-co," Harry whispered.

"No, I don't. How about you, Theo?" Draco looked at Theo, also supporting a grin ten minutes after the fact.

"I'm content with smiling."

"Me, too," Daphne said, brushing away some tears. "I've never seen him so fucking happy."

"Merlin... you think that they're shagging already?" Ernie said, paling.

"Salazar, I hope so," Theo said, shaking enthusiastically.

"He has class for the seventh and eighth period," Hermione said.

"What? Dawlish didn't have class after ours... why does he?" Daphne said.

"Seventh years moved to that slot. They had to change the schedules a bit."

"The seventh years? That is... or rather should have been, Ginny and Luna's class. Where'd they go?"

"They took off for another class, I think," Hermione answered, but didn't sound so sure.

Draco had no desire to talk about what did or would happen, anymore. He felt good enough to try, again. He turned to Harry. "Hey, I'm going up to use the loo. Coming Harry?"

Harry looked at him, immediately and smiled. "Sure."

The others gave them looks, but Draco was too excited to care. Harry took his hand as they ran up the steps.

"Holy Merlin... you're eager," Harry said, as Draco pulled him inside, smiling like a lunatic.

"I'm happy... are you up for it?"

Harry kissed him, hard and long. "Do you have to ask?"

Draco pulled him back in, kissing harder than he ever had before. He got Harry's robes off and his shirt. He undid his buttons while snogging him and his trousers dropped to the floor. Harry still didn't touch him. Thank Salazar for that. Draco had some hesitation when he stopped to stare into Harry's eyes. He wanted to get over this. He knew it was going to be difficult, especially with the pit so... there.