Harry often thought back to those days when Draco said he loved him, and he wished and hoped for those days to come back. However, he often told himself that to get to those days he must endure Draco's verbal slanders, and he had to learn to brush off the beatings and both physical and emotional abuse that he took from his beloved husband because he just wanted to help him.
     His thoughts were disrupted when his husband stumbled through the door of their large house as he was washing the dishes. Harry quickly tried to put a smile on his bruised and battered face, but he was too late as Draco had already seen him. "HEY, BITCH." Harry cowered at his slurred insults. "DID I FUCKIN SAY THAT YOU COULD'NT STOP FUCKIN SMILING", at this point Draco had staggered up to Harry's face. Harry noticed his cherished husband's half empty beer in his hand and cringed, but he still provided a reply.

"N-No D-D-Draco." He replied, and he immediately regretted it for what he did next. Draco's face scrunched up angrily then he bashed his broken husband over the head with his beer bottle, leaving shards to fly across the kitchen.

His face calmed then glared, "clean up the mess you ugly bastard" was all Draco said before pressing Harry's hand into the glass with his foot on his way to his room. Harry laughed bitterly, this was his life, the life he couldn't escape. And he couldn't be happier to be so lucky to have Draco as his husband.

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I know, I know, this is a short beginning chapter. But what do you think so far. Thanks for reading and know it all goes downhill from here..... 💋