drarry「oneshots」

it hurts, harry

Trigger warning: mentions of rape and self-harm, if you are not comfortable with reading about that please don't read any further than this <3

Draco bursts into tears as he watches his ex-best friend walk out of the bathroom, leaving Draco sitting on the floor, naked and alone. Blaise had raped him, once again. It had become normal for Draco now, which was something he hated.

Draco decides he needs to pull himself together, so he picks up his wrinkled clothes off of the dirty floor and pulls them on, he also picks up his wand, shoving it into his robe pocket.

He sighs as he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looks like a disaster. He can't believe he let this happen again. He promised himself he would try to stop it next time, but once again he was too weak and Blaise was just too strong.

Once the blonde has stopped his crying and quick breathing, he opens the door to the bathroom and steps out, instantly feeling pain in every single one of his limps. He lets out a gasp of both pain and shock.

Draco needs to find someone. He wants to find someone. Someone to tell him that it will all be okay, someone to tell him that they will help him get through this.

But there's no one. There is nobody that Draco can go to for help, everybody thinks of him as "death eater scum"

He turns and zooms off down a random corridor. He doesn't know where it leads - all he knows is that it is the opposite way that Blaise went, and that's all that matters. Draco keeps walking, his eyes on the ground, not even looking up once.

When he finally does raise his grey eyes which are shining with tears off the ground, he is shocked to find himself standing in front of the Gryffindor's common room. How did he get there?

He decides to go in, as he will have a 0% chance of coming across Blaise in the Gryffindor common room. Blaise despises the Gryffindor's. And, plus, all of the eight years know the passwords to every single room, something McGonagall thought was "necessary"

Draco mutters the password, ("cauldron cakes") and steps into the warm, cozy room, to find it empty.

Draco sighs in relief and leans against one of the walls, trying not to cry. That lasts about ten seconds. All it takes is one thought of Blaise and the waterworks start. The blonde slides down the wall, wrapping his arms around his knees. He cradles himself back and forth as the tears pour down his face.

"Mal- Draco?" Draco snaps his head up at the sound of somebody greeting him and is shocked to find himself staring into two gorgeous, emerald green eyes.

Draco sniffs and crawls back into his ball shape, "Go away, Potter," He mutters, quickly wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. Harry does the complete opposite of what Draco says, though. He walks over to Draco, and when he is sure that the blonde won't hex him, slides down next to him.

Harry, however, takes Draco staying still as a good sign and scoots closer to him, "What happened?" He asks softly, looking at the distressed blonde. Draco lifts his head from in between his knees and locks eyes with the boy next to him, fear evident in his eyes.

Harry gasps when he gets a good look at the boy. His eyes are all red and puffy - obviously since he had been crying just a second ago, and there are bruises trailing from his chin all the way down his neck, where they stop at the top of his robe collar.

Harry hesitantly reaches out and brushes his hand against the bruises on Draco's neck, Draco flinches and scoots backwards, "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, Draco," He says soothingly. Draco relaxes just a tiny bit.

Draco chokes out a sob and Harry looks at him, waiting for something to come out of his mouth.

Harry reaches out and grabs Draco's right wrist, trying to pull it towards him. Draco instantly looks at him, horrified, and jumps back, shaking. Harry doesn't know what to do.

The pair just sit there in silence, Harry not wanting to say anything that may frighten the blonde. Harry counts the seconds off in his head, he gets up to three minutes when Draco draws in a shaky breath.

"It hurts, Harry," He says in a small whisper, his lips barely moving, "I hate it. I just want it to stop," He chokes out another sob and quickly turns away from the brunette.

Harry frowns at him, "Want what to stop?" He asks.

Draco sniffs and turns back to Harry, seeing nothing but pain and confusion in his eyes. Draco frowns back at him, "Everything," He whispers to himself, but with his luck, Harry hears him and instantly snaps his head so he is staring straight at the blonde.

He scoots forward once again and slowly wraps one arm around the blonde's shoulder. This time Draco doesn't back away, but leans into it, "Don't say that Draco, you're just upset. You're not thinking straight," He says quietly.

Draco, suddenly feeling extremely tired, lets his head drop onto Harry's shoulder. Harry doesn't seem to notice, "You don't understand, Harry, what it's like to live like this, you don't understand," He says, starting to shake again.

Harry, once again, reaches out for the distressed blonde's hand, instead accidentally grabbing his wrist tightly. Draco lets out a yelp of pain.

Harry raises an eyebrow at the expression of pain on Draco's face and starts to pull Draco's sleeve up. Draco doesn't bother trying to stop him, instead, he just draws in a shaky breath and focuses his attention on the poster pinned on the wall.

Harry gasps, loudly. he had his suspicions, but this is way worse than he had imagined. He stares at Draco's wrist in shock. His arm is covered in cuts, all the way from his wrist to almost his elbow. Some of them are bright red - still fresh - and some are starting to scar, and god are they deep. Harry tries to say something, anything, but his mouth just hangs open. After a few seconds, he finally gets his voice back.

"Draco, why would you do this to yourself?" He asks quietly, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

Draco can hear the pain in his voice, "It was the only way, and plus, it doesn't hurt as much as all this," He waves towards his arms and legs, breaking down again. Harry turns and wraps him in a tight hug.

"Draco, who did this to you?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly. He doesn't know why his voice is shaking. Maybe it's fear, maybe it's pain, maybe it's anger. Anger for whoever did this to Draco.

Draco doesn't know why, but something about Harry just makes him want to open up, tell him everything, "Blaise," He says, barely audible. But Harry hears it.

Harry growls. A low, angry growl. He jumps up, heading for the portrait door, ignoring Draco's weak attempts to get him to calm down.

Harry storms angrily towards the Great Hall, ignoring everyone who tries to talk to him. His vision is red.

When the brunette reaches his destination, he slams the giant doors open and walks straight towards the Slytherin table. Many people stare at him in shock.

"Zabini," He growls dangerously as he stops in front of Blaise. The slightly taller boy looks up in confusion.

He raises his eyebrows, "Yes?" He asks curiously. Harry grabs him by his collar and uses all of his might to pull him into a standing position right in front of him.

Harry stares at him dangerously, "If you ever lay another finger on Draco-" He starts, his voice getting louder with every word, "-I swear to god I will make your life a living hell, Zabini. Stay away from him," He spits out, basically yelling. The Slytherins stare at him in awe, some of them even smirking at the boy. The Gryffindors have all dropped their forks and are wondering why the hell Harry Potter is defending Draco Malfoy.

And then Harry punches Blaise. Hard.

He groans in pain, before falling back into his plate of food. Pansy sniggers slightly before quickly playing it off as a cough.

The Great Hall doors open once again, "Harry, don't-" Draco's sentence is cut short when he sees the sight in front of him. His former best friend, laying on the Slytherin table, clearly unconscious, blood dripping from his nose, and Harry, his saviour, standing there triumphantly.

Draco goes running towards the boy and jumps into his arms, burying his head into his shoulder, not even caring that the entire school is watching them, "Thank you," He whispers quietly into his shoulder.

"Anytime, Dragon,"

I kind of like this chapter but then I kind of don't I wrote it late at night so it's pretty crap