It's five years after the war. Draco a happy healer at Mungos. Harry an Aura. But is he happy? When they meet once at Mungo's, Harry sees Draco at a time Draco would have preferred him to have not seen, their surprising friendship grows.
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Knocking down a wall was fun. Him and Harry were sitting in the hallway puffing and panting. It had been worth the exhaustion they were both feeling, as now every time Harry walked down the hallway, SCUM and HALF BREED didn't follow him. Walburga Balcks portrait was now in the attic where she deserved to be, and the wall on which she had been hung was completely demolished. "I'm so glad we did that without magic." Harry puffed. "Totally worth the challenge." Draco nodded. He fully agreed with Harry. He had felt so restless before, but now he felt... okay. There were no other words. He just felt right in his body, which he hadn't felt in a long time. Except...
He touched his arm, the ugly mark feeling like the deadly and unforgivable curse was spreading across his whole body. Almost as if it sensed that he had just felt alright. Its mission to destroy him from the inside out. He gritted his teeth. Ugly. stupid. Wicked. Your fault.
He shook his head. It wasn't his fault, it was you know who's. But if he had tried harder. He was a terrible person. He should suffer. He muttered something about the bathroom to Harry, and walked into his bedroom.
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Harry walked up the stairs. Draco had been in his room for ages. Was he okay? He swallowed and knocked on the door. "Draco? You okay? I made some lunch." When he didn't get an answer Harry slowly opened the door. What he saw made him shudder, and he ran to Draco. He was lying on the ground, slumped against the wall. There was blood.What from? Harry's eyes went to Darco's right hand, that was gripping his left arm. He pried his hand off his arm, and saw the marks oozing blood. Oh. Ohh. "I'm a terrible person." Draco rasped. "I-I nearly killed him." "Draco." "It's true. Don't tell me I'm not who I used to be because I am." Harry's heart clenched. "Draco, you can't cut yourself. It's not, it won't make it better. Okay?" Draco just gave a small sigh. "How," he took a sharp breath in. "How long?" "Sixth year." "That long?." No, I stopped after I moved in with Pans and Blaise, but they. They left." Harry could see the man fighting back sobs. So he just bandaged the wounds, and told Draco to stay in bed. And if he found any other cuts, he would, what could he do?
The next morning when Draco half sleep walked down the stairs to the kitchen, he was met by an over enthusiastic Harry ferreting about the shelves. As he saw Draco, he stopped. "You okay?"
"Yes." Was the curt reply. "I've thought of something we could do today, and I think you're going to like it." "Oh?" Be excited Draco! "It's a surprise." "Oh, I had one of them for my 8th birthday, didn't like it, never had one again." Ugh.
He led Draco through a muggle street. "Where are we going potter?" Draco said, reverting back to his old nickname. "You'll see." Finally they got to the right shop. "Tada! A tattoo parlour!" Draco's nose crinkled slightly. Draco looked quite cute when he did that. He didn't look rude, just slightly cute. "And that is?" "It's a place muggles go to, to cover their skin with ink. It can be coloured or not." "You want me to colour my body some weird colour? Won't I look weird? And how do they get down, there?" Darco said, gesturing to 'down there'. He snorted. "No, Draco. Just a small part that can be a pattern or writing. It can even be a drawing of someone famous or on tv." When Draco looked confused at tv he just said, "Later." "Okay, so you want me to do that?" "Well, I thought you could get something over your umm, mark. To make it feel more like you."
They spent the next half hour watching people get tattoos. Draco was gradually warming to an idea that had been the wackiest thing he'd ever imagined. He decided to get coloured flowers. They seemed to fit who he wanted to be. He didn't want to be a black mark, he wanted to be bright, make people smile when he walked past.
Harry knew tattoos usually hurt. He knew that people usually yelled out when they got them. He knew that. So he was very confused when Draco didn't show any signs of pain. He didn't as much as grit his teeth. Does he think he deserves the pain? If it was, well, he didn't know what to do if that was so.
He and Draco were walking out of the tattoo place with Draco sporting the new flowers on his arm, when Draco looked him dead in the eye and said, "Thank you Harry. This," he gestured vaguely at his arm. "Was exactly, I just, thank you." He gave Draco a smile. Draco had never thanked him. Why did it make his heart flip seeing the tough and mean Draco Lucius Malfoy saying such simple words?
Harry was still wondering as he went to sleep. Wishing Draco's steady heart beat was next to him.
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Draco's would be a bit bigger, {snigger} but how awesome is this tattoo! Hope you liked the chapter! And please say if i wrote the cutting paragraph okay! Ive never written somthing like that so i hope it was alright. And it wouldn't be a chapter without...
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