Why? - a Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 10

Draco

"Harry, you alright?" 

Almost immediately, he goes into a trance. He's in his own world, somewhere in his head. I can see tears starting to well up in his eyes, threatening to fall. I move over closer to him, waiting for something to happen.

His tears start to fall, and he put his head back against the couch. "Harry, are you okay?" 

Nothing.

"Harry!" 

He comes out of his trance and looks at me. "Harry, we need to talk." I'm deadly serious. If I'm going to help him, I need to know what is going on. 

"No," he says, standing. He's still crying, but he looks calm. "Leave me alone." 

He walks over to the table and sits, staring in to the fading flames. 

"Harry, talk to me, I said I would help, remember?" 

He shakes his head. "Malfoy, everyone's left me. Whether it was because I could've saved them and didn't, or because they were using me to be there 'Golden Boy'. Soon enough, you'll leave me too."

He can't possibly believe that, can he!? 

"Harry, why would you-"

"BECAUSE, DRACO! I'VE BEEN USED, ABANDONED, RAPED, ABUSED! I WAS LEFT BEHIND IN THE MUGGLE WORLD BECAUSE THE WIZARDING WORLD WANTED ME FOR ONE THING. THEY WANTED ME TO KILL VOLDEMORT, AND NOW I DON'T MATTER! I. AM. SICK OF IT!" 

Raped? Abused? When, who, why? "Harry..."

"No, Draco. Shut up and listen to me. I'm tired. I want to go home." He gets quiet, not much more than a whisper. "I want... I want to go home."

He falls to the floor and curls up in a ball, crying into his hands. I rush over to him and lift him up, putting him in my lap. We sit there on the floor, and I rock him a bit, hugging him. "Shh, you're okay, it's gonna be okay."

I repeat the words multiple times until he calms down a bit. He starts to cling to me again. 

We sat for around ten minutes until he had stopped crying and is calmer. Someone knocks on the door and walks in. 

Hermione walks in, Ron following. I raise a finger to my lips and point at Harry, signaling them to be quiet. 

"Harry, Hermione and Ron are here. You want to tell them what's been going on?" I receive a shake of his head, and he turns his head farther away from them. I look back up at them and shake my head.

Hermione whispers something to Ron, and comes over to Harry. She crouches down beside us, and puts her hand on his shoulder. 

"Harry, do you want both of us to leave, or just one of us?" 

He nods.

"Which one" He says something neither of us could hear. "Speak up a bit." 

He turns towards her and whispers "Ron..." 

She goes back over to Ron and talks to him in whispers for a few minutes, Ron nodding and glancing over at Harry and me. He leaves, and Hermione sits in front of us. She looks at me and then at him, and gestures that we should get off the floor.

I'm able to get Harry to a standing position and walk over to the bed. Me and Harry sit in the corner, Hermione right beside us. 

"Harry, we need to talk." She then looks up at me. "Malfoy, I'm sorry for what I said on the train. It was mean, and you've obliviously helped him and realized things before I did. I'm sorry." 

It's surprising hearing her admit she was wrong, especially to me. I give her a smile and nod.

"Harry, I don't have anything with me this time. I shouldn't have brought the Veritaserum last time. Can we ask you questions? If you don't want to answer, you don't have to." 

Harry sits up between us, his arms wrap around his knees. "That's fine," he mumbles.

"Do you want to go first, or..." I say, after both of us waiting a minute. 

"I'll go." 

I nod, and lean against the wall behind me. 

"Harry, how long has all of this been going on?" 

Harry looks surprised, like he wasn't expecting this before replying, "Since after the war. No one except you and the Weasly's would write, but then they got less and less frequent, until you wished me happy birthday, and that was it. No one cared about me anymore, not that they did before." 

Now it was Hermione's turn to be shocked. 

"What do you mean 'not that they did before'?"

"Hermione, I was left on my uncle's doorstep when my parents died. They sent me to the Muggle world because they didn't want me. Then, they told me I was a wizard, and sent me here, to train me, to give me a mission, something I had no choice over. I was the 'Golden Boy', 'The Chosen One', the hero who wouldn't die. 

I was left on my abusive uncle's doorstep, and no one cared what happened while I was there." I already knew this, but it still shocked me a little.

I pull Harry a little closer to me. "You should tell her why you left class," I whisper. He faces me and shakes his head. "Harry, she needs to know." 

He shakes his head again. "You tell her, I can't." he whispers. 

"Hermione, there's something you need to know."

She looks up from the bed and looks at us. "What is it?" 

"Harry, show her..."

He shakily raises an hand to the cuff, and looks at me. I give him a small nod a wrap my arm around him. He slowly pulls his sleeve up, just enough to see. Hermione gasps in shock, and Harry collapses against me. 

"Harry... oh my God... I'm so sorry..."

Harry pulls up his other sleeve, something that surprises me, and lets her look. 

Hermione examines them for a minute, then says, "We need to tell Remus, and McGonagall, tonight." 

Harry looks terrified, and frantically shakes his head. "No, no, no, no..." He repeats 'no' multiple times, mostly to himself.

"Remus already knows, and he clearly doesn't want her to..." Harry's still against me. I rub his back. 

"Harry, she needs to know, you can't keep this from McGonagall."

"No, no, no, no, no. Hermione, she can't know, I shouldn't have even told you, fuck, I should've kept this to myself."

"Harry, I'm so sorry, but I have Arithmancy soon, and I have to go. I didn't realize the time, sorry" Hermione squeezes his hand and gets her stuff. 

"Oh yeah, Remus wants both of you in ten minutes!" She leaves, and I sit there wondering.

What could he want me for?