Short Stories

Clawing

There will be triggers. Just a fair warning. This will be dark. The end will have some light at the end of the tunnel.
This story is dedicated to Draco_Malf0y and Out0fMyHead
The first for all the love/votes on my story One Love and the second because she fucking rocks!! Again you two thank you for all the love and support

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Pain ripped through him as his nails dug into his flesh. He was tired of it, the way people stared, cringed and glared at something that wasn't truly his choice.

Yes he bragged, gloated, and ran his mouth. He couldn't let people know he was scared. He couldn't let people, people like his father know, that he had changed the first time he tortured that muggle.

His insides curled into a ball when that young man screamed. His wand fought him on that dark spell. The Unicorn hair core knowing his heart wasn't truly in it.

Each time he was told to throw another curse, they would become weaker each cast. His father would sneer, while his mother cried silent tears.

The Dark Lord would laugh. It was like daggers to the ear drums. His heart, soul and mind was never into the curse.

The day the Dark Lord died was they day Draco thought he would be finally free. How so wrong was he.

He may have been free of the Dark Lord. But never free from the people surrounding him. His mother was the only one who looked at him and saw him. Draco.

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Years have passed sense the end of the war. Draco still lived in the past. How could he not when people whispered around him. Calling him a murderer, parasite, and Death Eater.

He rarely goes out. Preferring to hide in silence than hear the whispers. He sits in his room, clawing at the mark on his left arm.

His mother tries to get him to get up and out. When she does, he covers himself with a black cloak, hood up, and head down. They know it's him, because she is with him.

So instead he stays home. Wallowing in pity, anger, and sadness. Darkness, his only friend. Pain, his only lover.

His mom knocks on his dark cherry door. She is letting him know someone is there to see him. He only stares at the door in silence.

She walks away, he lets out the breath he was holding. Now listening. He hears her mumble to someone. Only sounds, no words penetrate to his ears.

He was curious for a moment. Then it went away and his friend darkness was back. He didn't really care who it was.

He didn't know how many days or nights passed. He didn't really care. His mom checked on him. Made sure he ate and drank. Silent tears running down her face.

Someone was at the front door. All he could see was dark hair. He turned from the window. He really didn't care who it was.

His mom knocked on the door.

"There is someone here for you Draco." She whispered.

"Send them away." Was all he could muster.

"They will keep coming back until you see them dear." He shook his head, at his mothers words.

"They will just be waisting their time." His head rested on his pillow unwilling to move.

"I will let them know." As she turned to leave.

For the first time Draco ran to his window. Telling himself that he just wanted to make sure they left. Not to see who was there.

He watched as the man walked to the gates. Again all Draco could see was dark brown hair. Until. Until the man turned to look at the Manor again.

It was Harry Potter. As quickly as he came, he was gone. Draco sat at his window. Clawing his Dark Mark on his left arm.

Draco couldn't understand why Harry would come to his house. It wasn't like they were friends. Quite the opposite in fact. It couldn't be good, the reason he was here.

Everytime Harry visited, Draco would tell his mother they were wasting their time. He knew who it was now, why would he torture himself. He knew there was no good reason for him to be here.

His mother knew of Draco obsession with Harry. At first it was because of his father. The way Lucius talked on how he destroyed The Dark Lord. How he was going to destroy wizarding kind because of it.

Then it was the way Harry had snubbed Draco their first year. Trying to friend the boy to have him embarrass him in front of everybody, that took him to the edge.

Everytime Draco came home he would moan about how awful the brown haired boy was. He didn't know when it became more. When it became admiration.

If he had to guess it was during 6th year. He had tortured his first muggle before going back to school. He had gotten the Dark Mark.

The next time someone knocked, he told his mother to go away.

"It's not your mother." A deep voice said on the other side.

"Potter?" Said a shocked Draco

"Can I come in?" The voice asked.

"Your just wasting your time. Anything you have to say has been said already." Draco rolled over, his back towards the door.

He could hear the door open. The brush of wind as it closed again. He knew Harry was in his room. He didn't care. Clawing at the Dark Mark on his left arm.

He could sense Harry walking around his bed. He closed his eyes not wanting to see the piercing green eyes he knew would see into his dark and broken soul. Nobody needed to see that.

"Draco!! What the hell have you done?" Harry yelled.

Draco opened his eyes and looked around. What was Harry talking about. So use to the feel of blood running down his arm. The feeling of caked blood tightening on his skin.

"Why?" Harry cried.

He didn't understand. That was who he was. What he will always will be. Maybe one day he will dig deep enough the pain will no longer be there.

"Leave me alone Potter." Came a muffled voice.

"No." Draco groaned at the answer.

"Please?" Draco cried into his pillow. Dried blood on the green silk pillow case.

"No." Was the only answer he received.

A soothing ripple ran through his body as Harry healed the wounds on his arm.

His bed dipped down as a warm body sat next to him. He laid, Harry sat. No words where spoken.

This happened multiple times. Draco didn't count, he just knew that at some point Harry would come. Heal his wounds. Sit next to him until he feel a sleep. When he woke Harry would be gone. But he knew that the man would be back.

One time Harry came back. There were no wounds to heal. So he sat, still silent until Draco fell asleep.

The next time, again no wounds. This time though Draco sat with him in silence. Enjoying the peace, and the warmth from the body sitting next to him.

"Same time tomorrow?" Asked Harry.

"Perfect."

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I hope you enjoyed it. A bit dark, sorry about that.

My recommendation this time is
Boy Meet Boy

By: Vixen_Beauty

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