Stolen Draco x Harry

Chapter 4~A New Start

Harry was sitting on his new green bedspread. Nothing much had hanged since he was resorted into Slytherin. If anything, he felt more at home. He, Hermione, and Ron still saw each other often enough that it didn't feel like anything had changed. He was just about to leave when the door opened and a blonde head peeked inside. "Malfoy," Harry said.

The blonde waved his hand at him, looking at the ground, his eyes far away, "Why do you hate me, Harry?"

The question didn't surprise him as much as he had thought it would, "Well...Past years..." He trailed off into silence.

Draco looked up at him with those grim silver eyes of his, "Can I tell you something? I don't want you telling anyone else...just....keep it between you and me please..."

Please... 

When did a Malfoy ever apologise about something? "Sure." He replied.

Draco moved next to him, lifting the sleeve of his robe. White bandages covered his forearm and he whispered, "I can't get rid of it. No matter how hard I try, it won't go away and I'm afraid. Everytime I close my eyes I see his face, my father's face, the.....the dead...I-I see them all the time....I remember you saving my life in the Room of Requirement and I just..." He started unwrapping his arm, cuts, long and ragged ran the width of the barely perceptible dark mark that seemed to move and weld around the cuts. "At some point this became a habit..."

He pushed up the sleeve of his other arm, the same marks coated his forearm. "I'm...I.."

Harry pressed a finger to Draco's lips, silencing him, "Why?"

Tears started to fall from Draco's beautiful eyes, "I was forced to be one...I never wanted it and now..now they torment me and I want it to stop...All I want is the pain an-"

Harry pulled him into a hug, burying Draco's face into the crook of his neck, "Well....from now on, you sit with me and walk with me, and even walk with me and my friends. You don't have to be alone anymore and....well...we'll do this together."

"Really?" Draco pulled away from him, his face red and ugly. I wonder if he even cares? Harry found it rather cute to be honest.

"Of course. We'll start over...I made a promise to Ron to take it down a couple notches. I should apologize to you."

Draco laughed, his laughter like deep bells, it was a pleasant sound. Harry decided he loved it. The, Draco held his hand out, his scars on full display, "To a new start then?"

"To a new friendship."