After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 49

—Draco POV—

Can I go play with my toys?"

"Of course. The oven will beep when it's time to take out the chicken." I replied. He started running to his room. I dried my hands And went to my room, where I saw Harry sleeping soundly, I went over and laid down next to him.

I moved the pillow he had been hugging out of the way, and put his arm around me, getting comfortable. I saw hair in his face, as always, and swept it out of the way, which eventually morphed into me playing with his hair as I took in his features. He looked relaxed and happy. It made me smile slightly.

I closed my eyes and gave him a soft peck on his cold nose, then moved to give him one on the lips, followed by another.

"Hey." I whispered. "Dinner is almost ready." I said, resting my hand in his hair. He stirred, before muttering.

"Do we have time to just be here? Together?" I let out a small chuckle.

"We do."

He let out a soft groan, stretching, and finally opening his bright green eyes. "Good." He said. I felt his hand move up to the nape of my neck, then he gave me a slow, lazy kiss. I returned it, of course.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Good with you here." He said with a sleepy voice, before we kissed again.

"You sound adorable when you're half asleep." I said, at this he laughed.

"Do I?" I put my forehead against his.

"Yes, you do." I replied. My smile fell into a more serious expression though, as I leaned into him again, giving Harry a small, gentle peck that evolved into a deep, love-filled, kiss.

His hands moved to my waist and stayed there. I felt him move me closer, while not letting our kiss break. I moved my hand down to his waist, before moving under his shirt, and running my hand up his back, past the lone scar that ran along it diagonally. I stopped at his upper back, holding him closer. I felt his hand around my waist seep under my shirt as well, and goosebumps ran across me, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

Soon enough though, we stopped. Catching our breaths. I gave him one last, small kiss.

"I'd love to continue this..." I took some small breaths. "But dinner should be ready soon."

"You did mention that." He said with a small smile.

"I also want to make sure you're okay after... earlier." He face fell at that, mine showed concern.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. I just need to learn to get past myself... I mean, it was, what? 12 years since I last saw them?" He said, faking a smile.

"Harry, I know they still bother you. Even if they haven't been there to cause any new pain..."

"Let's just... not talk about it... just for today... I want to finish my day feeling alright at least." He said, glancing down.

"I understand." I replied, giving a small peck on the cheek.

"Remember, I'm always here." I said softly.

"I know..." he replied. I heard the oven start beeping repeatedly.

"Dinner is ready." I said, standing up. Harry got up as well. I turned to open the door, but paused, facing him.

"Do I want to know how you got hold of a blade when I strictly remember getting rid of them all a long time ago?"

"Can we eat dinner?" He asked. I gave him a serious look.

"Harry..." I said sternly.

"Please... Not right now." I sighed.

"You haven't gotten out of this. Let's go." I finished, opening the door and leaving to the kitchen.

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It was around 11:30 at night, and Harry and I were sitting on the bed, my back was against the headboard, and Harry was leaning into me. The only sounds were that of crickets merrily chirping outside, and I was gently holding Harry's arm, which was resting on my lap. My eyes were fixed on his numerous scars.

He has so many- new and old. Of course, these are just the ones that left permanent scarring or had just happened recently enough to still have a mark. The idea crossed me, that if he had a mark for every cut he'd ever made, his arm would be covered. More so than it already is, I thought. Scratch marks, scars, and the deep pink lines where he'd cut yesterday had me in a trance, as the idea of Harry being gone crossed my mind again. I began to trace his marks softly. Feeling the emotions behind them all. Feeling emotions really isn't something I do, but it felt necessary today. My eyes watered, and I closed them, feeling a tear fall.

"Draco? Are you ok?" I heard Harry ask. I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath in, before closing them again, and nodding shakily. I moved my hand from his arm, to his hand, lacing our fingers together. And sniffled slightly, as a few more tears fell down. I squeezed his hand, allowing myself to keep my breaths calm, even if they did shake, just like my body wanted to do right now.

"Harry," I whispered. "Promise me," I stopped for half a second. "Promise me... you won't do this ever again before talking to me." I took a deep, shaking breath. "Make sure," I swallowed.

"Make sure you never try to hurt yourself without talking to me about it first. And if you even think to kill yourself..." I took another breath, squeezing his hand tighter.

"If you ever even think about that, you get to me immediately. I don't care what it takes." I said letting a minor, controlled cry escape.

"You wake me up. You drag me out of the shower. Pull me from a job. Stop me from helping Scorpius with homework. Stop me from cooking. Tell me." I whispered. "Every time."

I knew that I was crying fully, but I didn't care. I felt Harry squeeze my hand back, and he leant into me further. I felt a tear of his wet my shirt, and I cried harder, though you'd have barely noticed. I sniffled again, and in a shaking voice, spoke.

"Harry, promise me." I said, allowing myself to breathe when I finished the statement. I felt Harry hug me tightly, as tears streamed from himself quietly, seeping through to my shirt, further wetting it with salty tears.

"Harry promise." I said sternly, though you could hear the shake in my voice.

"Promise me that you will talk to me the second you get those thoughts." My voice broke at the end of the sentence, and I gripped his hand like my life depended on it. I grew increasingly frustrated at his lack of an answer, but showed so much emotion that the frustration drowned away.

"Okay." He said, just barely at a whisper.

"You will tell me. No matter what." I said, determined to get more than a simple 'okay'. My head hurt from squeezing my eyes shut for so long.

"I promise." He whispered with a cracked voice. I hugged him tightly. Allowing myself to cry as I did so. You promise to talk to me. I pleaded in my mind. The rest of the night that I remember, I spent cuddling into him, muttering prayers to myself, for Harry's safety.