'𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈' [A Harry Potter Fan-fiction] Drarry

Chapter Seven - Underneath

"That's the problem with being the strong one. Nobody ever offers you a hand."

"Harry, what do you think about Professor Snape?" Draco asked the boy, thinking back to the attitude his uncle displayed towards his friend. There was no answer to why this was happening. Did Harry do something bad? He was a Slytherin after all, Snape seemed to have a soft spot for all of the Slytherins. Though, Potter seemed to be the exception.

Of course, ninety-nine percent of Slytherins absolutely hated Leonardo. The spoiled and obese boy who didn't deserve his fame.

What about all of the brave wizards and witches that sacrificed their lives fighting against evil? They were more heroic than the other Potter. Giving up their lives just to protect others is more honourable than sending the Dark-Lord away.

Draco hates to admit it, but it was an impressive feat for a four year old. Though, he always doubted the credibility of the story. Looking at the 'heroin' now, all the is was a pathetic excuse for a human. And had the magical ability of a squib.

Pulling his legs closer to his chest, he turned to face his friend beside him. Awaiting an answer.

Harry only gave a slight shrug, looking down upon the floor. An action lacking any emotion. Just an answer.

Honestly, he shouldn't of expected an answer. Did he seriously forget that Harry was mute? What kind of friend was he to forget so quickly? And expect him to answer any question. Though, truthfully.. Draco longed he could hear the boy's voice.

But he wasn't going to push. That was disrespectful and uncalled for.

The door on his right creeped open, letting in the noise of the hallways outside. Students chatting amongst themselves, and footsteps of people in movement.

Professor Snape rushed in through the door, seemingly in a rush to tend to his student. Whom was sitting against the wall.

His hand went to shut the door quite loudly, which surprised the three male's inside of the room. Snape gave a quick apology as the man stride over to Harry.

The professor leaned in to lift the boy's shirt off when he was met with a hand slapping his very own away.

What did this boy want now?

"Potter, I'm trying to help you.. the cream might hurt, but that's all I'm doing—"

Harry shook his head, eyes quite wide. The hand he used to slap his professor away was shaking. Did he just slap away his professors hand? What in heavens name was he doing?

A slight pain went through his stomach, making him want to bolt towards the loo and vomit.

He was about to get punish–

"Uncle, how about Harry puts the cream on himself? I think he might be a little self conscious." Draco chimed in, smiling towards his uncle.

The professor bit his lip for a few seconds, thinking about what would happen if he did. But Snape couldn't just forcefully take off a student's shirt. That was harassment.

Though, a child would still care for their appearance event when they should be in sweltering pain? Blimey, even an adult wouldn't be able to do that.

It made him curious to why Potter wasn't screaming irrationally like everyone else. Maybe he was.. different?

Snape huffed. Harry was probably doing it to protect his pride. Maybe he was just hiding his fat with a spell. That could be why he saw him so skinny when they first met.

A spell.

Harry grabbed the cream out of Severus's hand as he abruptly got up. Ignoring any signs of pain going through his body. He felt uncomfortable staying where he was. Even if it was with Draco..

They couldn't find out.. they just couldn't. What would be do if they found out? James would get so mad..

Leaving the room and closing the door, Harry began pacing towards his favourite spot on the campus. He had found a spot that nobody had been. Shady, comfortable, quiet and hidden. The four things he longed for.

It was located around half a football field away from the Whomping Willow. The tree that people claimed to attack anyone who came close to it. Using it's branches to capture the creature and crush it. Causing a horrible death.

That was why nobody even came around this part of the school. Everybody was afraid of the tree. And of course, he used that to his advantage.

Harry sat in a opening between the many bushes and trees that surrounded that are. There, the plants were like walls protecting him from anyone who looked out the window, or could view the area. It was like his haven.

Opening the jar of cream in his hands, he took a look at the nasty looking green cream that lay inside of the jar.

His increased eye-sight and his sense of smell defiantly wasn't helping. The smell of rotten asparagus filled the air and into his lungs. Harry couldn't help but gag slightly.

Using his finger to scoop up a dollop of the cream, he spread the cream across his arms after he rolled them up. He refused to look at the marks that he knew littered them, even before the incident.

Harry winced slightly when he spread the cream across. But he held in the urge to scream. The boy was already weak enough. Overcoming pain would be something he needed to do.

Even with the years of practice he's had, the feeling of pain still subside. But I guess the practice wasn't to train his pain tolerance..

When he finally lift up his undergarments under his shirt, he found himself glancing at the rashes and welts caused by the incident. But his eyes also trailed across the many scars, whip marks, and his stomach..

His disgusting body filled the view of his eyes.

But that was when he heard a slight gasp behind him.

Turning around quickly, he found himself staring eye to eye with his potions teacher.

Professor Snape..

"Potter.."

Hey guys, Akira here. I once again have to apologize for my bad update schedule. But it's not because I don't enjoy writing this fan fiction. Writing this story is lovely. I'm just a really lazy person. I'll start updating this more often from now on. And yes, longer chapters.