Draco's POV.
I walked in smashed every picture of Harry and me in the room, which was like three.
He always kept the best pictures because he said it helped him sleep at nights.
"Draco?"
I turned to see my mother standing at my door, a sad frown on her face.
"What?" I spat.
"Enough of the attitude, Drake. I've lost your father and I promised myself not to lose you as my son. Now, can you calm down please?"
I looked at her with hatrid.
"Calm down? He hit me, too."
"I know he did. You're both as bad as each other, but I'm tired of you both fighting. So please, at dinner, come down and be civil with one another." She raised an eyebrow and I knew better than to argue. I nodded softly before being embraced in a hug.
"Good boy."
I kept quiet.
"Now, what was you saying about me treating him better?" She looked up at me with a smile, "I love you both just the same. You'll always be my little sons. Let us get you cleaned up."
She pulled me by the arm gently out my bedroom door and to the bathroom, where she started scrubbing my face.
"Ouch, mum!" I whined.
"Shush, just a little more." She rubbed at my bloody nose making me squeal. Yes, I squealed and I'll admitt it.
"No, mummy, that hurts!" I crossed my arms and patting her fingers away.
"Oh, Dray, just close your eyes. I need to get the blood off." She looked at me apologetically and I sighed, shutting my eyes and whimpering as she pressed the cold, damp tissue to my nose.
"He-He pratically broke it!" I complained.
"How do you think he feels? You managed to do more damage to him."
"Yes but he doesn't have an annoying mother violently scrubbing at the cut." I muttered and she rolled her eyes.
"There we go! Now, go tell Harry that dinner should be ready by now." She placed a hand on my shoulder and I frowned.
"But mo-"
"No buts!" She glared at me, so I already knew I had no choice while I was dragging myself to his door.
"Potter, dinner's ready!" I yelled at his door, knocking.
"I-I'll be there! Give me a few minutes!" I heard him sniffle on the other side of the door.
"Are you crying, Potter?" I asked, suddenly amused.
"No! Shove off, Malfoy!"
"Open the door, Potter." I hissed, knocking louder.
It was silent as I heard quick shuffling.
"I'll be down in a few minutes, just leave-"
I rolled my eyes, casting the door open and walking inside. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity as I watched him dab at his wrist with some tissue.
"I didn't hurt your wrist." I stated simply, getting closer. He backed away, panicking as he tried not to cry.
"Malfoy, get out!"
"Er, no." I smirked, keeping my eyes on his wrist which was now in my view. I grabbed it before he could move, taking off the tissue and prying away his hand.
Three deep cuts lay on his skin as his hand began to tremble in my grip, blood dripping from them.
"W-what-"
"Let go." He ordered, his voice shaking as he pulled himself away from my now weak self. I couldn't breathe. Why had he done this?
"Harry-"
"Leave, Malfoy." He snapped, shaking his head as he wrapped tissue around his wrist and pulled on a cardigan, making sure to cover them.
"But-"
"Dinner's ready!" We heard mother call from downstairs.
"You bring this up to anyone, Malfoy, and I swear I will never forgive you and you'll regret even being born." He threatened, twisting on his heels and pushing past me as he adjusted his glasses to sit on his face properly.
I sighed, taking the warning and following behind him.
Dinner was quiet. I glanced up at Harry a lot, but he was staring at his plate miserably.
"So, Harry," I put my fork down and forced a smile as he met my eyes and glared at me, "Why are you wearing a cardigan at dinner?"
"Why are you talking to me?" He hissed.
"Oh, yes, Harry, why are you wearing a cardigan?" My mother shone a confused smile his way and it did the trick.
"Cold, that's all."
"Oh, mother, I'm sure I can go close the windows. Here, take it off." I pressured. He wouldn't believe me if I told him to stop cutting, so if my mother got a glance, perhaps she could convince him.
"Oh, no, it's fine." He dropped his gaze, eyes full of pain. Was it something I said?
"No, come along."
"No, Draco, I'm finished anyway. Want me to wash it up, Narcissa-"
"No, no, it's completely alright. I can." She offered.
"You've barely eaten!" I stated until he shot me a death look.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not hungry."
"Yeah, okay, er, mother, I'm finished too. Harry, can I talk to you?"
"No, you can't."
I bit my lip, taking a deep breath.
"I think I can."
I pulled him by the wrist, which may have been a mistake as he yelped while I dragged him to the toilet. I managed to lock the door and cast a silencing charm. Releasing his hand, he began to cry, checking his cuts which were rapidly bleeding now.
"Why did you do it?"
"Can you just forget about it?!" He shouted, shoving me out the way to get to the tap.
"No, Harry, please don't-"
"Shut up! You act like you care! You don't understand."
"What I do understand is that you're killing yourself! You aren't eating and you're harming yourself." I yelled and he avoided eye contact.
"Why did you bring it up at dinner?" He muttered.
"My mother can help you-"
"I don't need help!" He screamed and I flinched.
"Look, Potter, I understand I shouldn't have hit you-"
"Shut up, please." He groaned.
"But what I was going to say is that all because I get a bit mad at times, doesn't mean I don't care about you-"
"Worthless... Pathetic... Sound familair to you?" He sighed and shook his head, "Just please don't try and help. It'll just make matters worse."
I kept quite for a few moments. For once I actually understood what he meant. When I used to get upset and someone asked me about it at Hogwarts, it would make things worse, even if they were trying to help me by chatting about it with me.
"Harry?" I whispered, looking at my feet. He groaned.
"What, Malfoy?"
"I'm sorry."
"Great." He grumbled sarcastically.
"C-can I help you dry them? We can keep it a secret. Just let me talk to you, okay?" I finally met his eyes until he closed his own in thought.
A few seconds later he took a sharp intake of breath before nodding.
"Alright, fine."
I smiled, walking closer to him and holding my hands out.
"Wrist?"
He handed me his left wrist, the one with the marks on, and I gently untangled his tissue bandage he tried to make and bit my lip.
"Can I try using a healing charm?"
"It's too deep, Draco."
"Can I try? Please?"
"Yeah, go ahead." He spoke with a blank expression.
"Episkey." I casted. The blood dried but nothing big happened.
"Told you."
"Well, atleast the dried blood around it's gone."
He rolled his eyes and I just stared at him.
"Harry, can you please promise not to do this again? Just talk to me if you're upset or just come and I'll hug you. Even after a fight. I never thought you'd do this to yourself, princess, and I'm sorry for not realising it sooner that you were in pain."
His eyes filled with hope but then it all faded and he shrugged.
"Yeah." He mumbled and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Oh, if I'd lost you..." My words muffled in his neck as I layed a kiss there.
"Don't give me special treatment all because you walked in on me doing it." He hissed, swatting me away.
"I'm not. I'll still treat you the same but this time I'll show you how much I care. I'm not going to touch you roughly anymore." I promised and he sighed, pushing past me and casting the door open before pulling on his cardigan and leaving. I followed closely until he got to his room.
"Can I have a hug?" I asked.
"No, you can't." He snapped.
"Are you still mad?"
"No, I'm over the moon, actually."
Sorry, Potter. No need to be sarcastic.
"You should be." I grinned and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Shove off, Malfoy."
"Just a quick little cuddle?" I questioned hopefully, opening my arms.
He glared at me as if he was a child.
Grinning, I pulled him gently towards myself and snaked my arms around his waist, staring into his eyes.
He frowned, avoiding eye contact making me chuckle.
"Look at me." I whispered, smiling. He smiled back, eventually gazing into my eyes, "That's a good boy."
Harry's POV.
"That's a good boy."
That's a good mate.
What? I shook the thought out of my head and smiled, ignoring the stinging pain in my wrist. Suddenly a scream filled my mind, causing me to fall forward onto Draco and hold onto him for dear life, whimpering.
It wasn't anybody's scream; it was the blond boy infront of me. I shook away the horrible image of him being killed repeatedly by Dumbledore. How? Severus had killed Dumbledore. It was all a dream.
"Hey, are you alright?"
"No!" I cried into his shoulder.
"Calm it, what's up?"
"My-my-your death..."
"What? I'm alive." He looked puzzled but then it had seemed to click, "Oh shit, the coma dream thingy?"
"Yeah." I whined and he shushed me.
"That was a dream, Harry, and I know it'll haunt you for a while but you need to remember that I'm always going to be here when you need me to be."
I pulled back and saw the love he held for me in his eyes. Gulping, I nodded.
"But-but it gets hard sometimes. Especially at night when it's dark and quiet."
"Well, you know where my room is." He pecked my cheek, an act I always found calming.
"Can I...?"
"Can you...?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and gesturing for me to finish.
"Can I sleep there for a while with you? I know it's probably an irritating request because of this morning but I-I was drunk. I'd never do anything like that, Draco. In all honesty, I don't like Blaise at all. I never did, really. I just didn't want it to seem as if I hadn't moved on." I admitted and he looked at me in amusement.
"Sleep with me? Why don't we move your bed into my room?" He suggested, "Then you can keep your clothes and things in here. Or, better yet, you can actually sleep with me in my king sized bed every night from now on, leaving your bed in here just incase. This is just so I know that you're safe every night."
"Surely you wouldn't want me there every night. I tend to move in my sleep-"
"I've slept with you before, Harry. You kicked my legs a few times and punched my stomach but I don't mind. I can take it. I just want you to do this for me, can you?" He spoke gently and I beamed. I thought I was lucky enough to get one night without nightmares; now I can get the rest of my life with peaceful nights!
I nodded violently and he smirked.
"Any luggage you wanna take to my room then? It's just opposite anyway."
"No, it's okay. Thank you." I nested my head into his chest and felt a small kiss on the top of my head.
"Don't worry about it. Just one problem, Potty."
Draco's POV.
"I sleep naked."
When he usually slept with me, it was either (luckily) a cold night or, I unfortunately had to resist the urge to take my boxers off.
He blushed and giggled uncontrollably, hiding his face in my shirt. What on earth was he giggling at?
"What?" I asked, blushing and chuckling a bit myself.
"Okay, okay, but only if you sing to me every night." He smirked up at me and I blushed an even deeper shade. I bet I looked so bad.
My smile fell and I gulped. Sing?
"Er, why, may I ask?"
He shrugged, letting go and playing with his hands.
"I just, ehm, like your singing voice, Mal." He smiled softly and I felt so confused. I reccon it came across in my facial expression.
"So why at night? And when have you heard me sing?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes.
"You sing when you're alone in your room or the shower and never put a silencing charm so of course I hear. At night, because..." He scrunched his nose, furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at the wall, as if expecting for it to give him answers.
"Because...?"
"It helps hearing your voice before I go to sleep." He shrugged, "It lowers the chances of me having a nightmare that night."
"Oh?" I grinned, feeling my cheeks heat up again.
"Shut up!" He yelled, laughing as he slapped my hand.
"Okay, okay." I chuckled, smiling gently, "But nobody can know we sleep together. With my upcoming marriage and your different love interests... It'll make everything hard. Mother obviously has to know."
"Oh, right. Well, for your marriage, perhaps you should get to know her before you have the wedding?"
I looked at him as if he were crazy. I couldn't delay this wedding, I had no control over the situation. No point getting to know her; I'll have the rest of my life for that.
"Harry, I don't care about her." I said for like the 50th time that month.
"Well you should start to. I bet she's nice."
"But Harry, the thing is, when you're so madly in love with somebody else, nobody else matters to you in the world. In all honesty, I couldn't give two fucks whether she was the best person on earth, it's just that this person you have so many feelings for seems even better and they have your full attention so nothing else even seems to matter a little."
Harry's POV.
He carressed my cheek as he spoke and I smiled, a faint red sneaking onto my cheeks.
"O-oh? Who is it you're so insanely obsessed with?" I smirked and he frowned, searching for words.
"Wanna know who?" He finally said.
"Who?!" I asked excitedly and he looked deep in thought before answering with a sharp intake of breath and hesitation.
"Pansy."