Harry's POV
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Dumbledore dropped me off at the Weasleys, and everyone came done to see me. I smiled and hugged everyone, including Ginny (even though I hated it). They all started talking about what we could do for activities, but my mind was focused on Draco.
Sure we've written to each other, but his necklace is almost always heating up. I bit my lip as Mrs. Weasley talked about a wizard movie on TV that we could watch. Once everyone was going to the living room, I stayed behind, along with Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Fleur, and Charlie.
"Um... Mrs. Weasley?" I asked quietly.
"Harry dear, please, call me Molly. What is it you need?" She asked sweetly as she put down a dish.
"I need to see Draco." I told her, a little louder.
"But you just got here?" Mr. Weasley kind of asked and stated at the same time.
"I know... It's just..." I started.
"I think he's in trouble. I just need to see that he's okay, if that's okay with you guys," I said.
"Here, Harry." Charlie said. He grabbed my arm and apparated me to Malfoy Manor.
"Thank you so much," I said as I looked at the front of the manor.
"No problem. If you need me to get you, just send a patronus." He said. I smiled and nodded.
I sprinted to the door, and banged on it loudly. I bounced up and down nervously as no one came to the door.
"YO," I yelled. I banged on the door again, and Narcissa opened it.
"Who is it?! Harry, dear. I'm so sorry. Come in-Harry?" She said as I ran to Draco's room. I passed Lucius, and bumped into him.
"Harry?-"
"Sorry," I said, and ran down the hall, slipping on the hard wood a little as I rounded the corner.
"Dray? Draco, it's me." I said as I knocked on the door.
"Harry?" He asked through the door. I opened it, and saw him in a nice (probably expensive) turtleneck and dress pants. I was confused on why he wore that in the middle of summer, but I was to relieved.
"Oh my god!" I yelled happily, and hugged him. He staggered back from the impact. "You had me so worried, Draco. I thought you were dead." I said. He tightened his grip on me. I jumped on him and hugged him as if my life depended on it. He staggered back on the bed, and tensed horribly. I shot up.
"What, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Um..." He mumbled. "I..." He bit his lip.
"Baby?" I asked as I put my hand on his shoulder. He had tears in his eyes. I crawled on top of him, having him tense for a second, then relax. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and kissed his head. "Sweetheart, I love you so much. You have no idea how deep my love runs for you." I told him truthfully. He smiled a bit and kissed my neck softly.
"I love you more," he whispered. I hugged him tightly.
He laid his chin on top of my shoulder. When he shifted his legs a bit, he winced. I glanced over to see tears form in his eyes again. I jumped off of him, brought him down the hallway, and went to Lucius.
"Apparate us to the Weasleys please?" I asked him. He lifted an eyebrow. I glanced at Draco, and he looked uncomfortable as he looked out the window. I looked at Lucius with pleading eyes. He took my arm and the next thing I knew, we were back at the Weasleys. He apparated away.
"Sweetheart?" I asked as I turned to face him. I grabbed his hand again, and he looked up at me and smiled slightly.
"I missed you," he said softly.
"I missed you. Something's bothering you. Are you comfortable with telling me?" I asked. He gulped.
"Can we go somewhere more private?" He whispered. I ran my thumb across his hand softly.
"Of course we can. I'm assuming you don't want to socialize?" I asked softly. He shook his head. I could see tears in his eyes. He's almost cried four times in the past 20 minutes. "Okay, baby."
I ran with him in the house, and put him in front of me before opening the door. Draco ran to the stairs, and I followed, grabbing an apple for him.
"Harry?" Hermione asked. I looked at her, my eyes telling her everything.
"Not now." I told everyone, and ran up the stairs. "Draco?" I called up the stairs as I ran up them. I met him in the hallway, and I led him to the room I was staying in. I put a silencing charm on the door, and turned around to look at him.
"Okay. Before you tell me, you don't have to say everything, okay? If you're uncomfortable with something and don't want to talk about it, don't. I don't want to force you, okay?" I told him as I sat him down in the bed. He nodded, and bursted into tears.
"Harry I didn't want to!" He yelled through sobs in his hands. I pulled him to my chest. I rubbed his back. "You're going to hate me now. And now you're going to think I'm dirty and worthless and-" he started sobbing again.
"Draco, are you crazy? I could never hate you! You're so not worthless or dirty in any way." I told him as I rubbed his back.
"H-Harry," he sniffled. I kissed his head.
"Yes, Draco?" I asked calmly. He pulled away from my hug.
"He made me a death eater," he whispered, voice cracking with sadness. I pet his hair, running my fingers through it.
"Okay," I said gently. He looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't you hate me now?" He asked, amazed.
"Hate you? I could never hate you! I love you way to much to ever hate you," I told him as I stroked his cheek.
"Harry," he whispered again. He had tears streaming down his face. I wiped them away, but they just kept coming. I kissed his forehead.
"Yes sweetheart?" I asked.
"V-Voldemort... He..." He started crying again. I ran my fingers through his hair again, stroking back.
"He raped me." He whispered. My heart stopped. I sat there, completely frozen. It sunk in.
Voldemort raped Draco.
My Draco.
"See?! I knew you'd hate me!" He said as he ripped away from my embrace.
"Draco, no." I intertwined my hands in his, and pulled him to my lap. "I'm sorry I froze. I don't hate you. Are you okay? Do your hips hurt?" I asked. He nodded.
"They're sore. He uses me everyday." He whispered.
"Okay, baby." I whispered, and laid him in the bed gently. I kissed his stomach softly through the fabric. "I love you," I told him sincerely as I met his eyes.
"I love you," he said weakly. My heart cracked at the tone. I kissed him gently, and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there." I said.
"It's not your fault." He said. "I couldn't do anything. He had his wand."
"You didn't do anything. You're the victim, okay?" I told him, giving him the same speech he gave me.
"Okay. Harry, I really didn't want to be a death eater... He threatened to kill me, mom, and dad." He whispered.
"May I see it?" I asked gently. His eyes filled with fear and his breathing sped up. I rubbed his neck. "Shh... Baby, I'm sorry. It's okay if you don't want me to." I whispered.
He sat up and took his shirt off, revealing a few scars on top of his abs. He gave me his arm, which had the jet Black Death mark in contrast with his pale skin. There were goosebumps and red around it, which looked like a horrible rash.
"It burns sometimes... And when it does, I scratch at it..." He mumbled. I kissed his head, then his dark mark. I kissed all over it, and pecked his upper arm. I brought my head back up to look into his worried eyes.
"Draco, I know you didn't want to have this mark. But this is just a tattoo. Nothing else. It doesn't define you in any way, because just like your parents, you may have the mark, but you're just a marshmallow. You hate causing people pain or witnessing it. Hell, you freaked out when someone bumped into me and made me get a scratch when I fell." I told him, and kissed his nose.
"I love you no matter what happens, and that will never change. Okay? Just like you said, your stuck with me." I told him as I laid down to let him cuddle up to me. He nodded into my chest.
"Okay," I mumbled. "I love you too."
"Dray, I'm going to tell the Weasley's that I'm going to be up here, okay? I won't tell them anything." I crossed my heart and held my other hand up. He giggled, which made my heart flutter, and he nodded.
I kissed him softly, and walked into the hallway. I went down the stairs, and went to the living room.
"Guys, I can't watch the movie with you. I'm sorry, but Draco needs me to be with him right now." I explained as I walked into the room.
"What happened?" Ron asked. I shook my head.
"I won't say." I took them. "But it's bad. He's torn up about it. I'm sorry again, but he just needs me,"
"Harry, you'll be here for the next month. If Draco needs you, go to him." Mr. Weasley said. I nodded.
I ran back up the stairs, ignoring Ginny's comment 'probably just a cover up so they can go fuck'. Disgusting.
I walked back into the room, and opened the door. Draco jumped and curled into a ball.
"Baby, it's only me." I said gently. He de-balled himself and held his arms up, making grabby motions with his hand. I took my shirt and pants off, and crawled into bed. I couldn't help but notice that Draco put his turtleneck back on.
"Baby, you'll roast if you wear that." I told him. He looked at me.
"I don't want to force you to see the mark," he said. I shook my head.
"It's okay," I told him. He nodded hesitantly, but took his clothes off, leaving him in his boxers. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
He held onto my waist tightly, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders protectively. He pressed his cheek to my collarbone, and I kissed his head.
"You're my everything," I whispered to him.
"You're my everything," he whispered back.
This was going to be one hell of a year.
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Ugh

School

I finished Percy Jackson

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