Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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My Everything
Chapter Number/Total: 13/24
Chapter Title: My Everything
Words: 1920 Words
Draco paced back and forth outside the Crisis Room, where the Healers were working on Harry. He was muttering and cursing under his breath, damning himself for ever letting the man out of his sight.
A younger looking Healer nervously walked up to him after a few minutes. "Um ... sir, there's a waiting room that you can sit in."
Draco ignored him, pacing and muttering still.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This area is restricted to family," the man said more firmly.
Draco quickly turned on the Healer, baring his teeth and growling. The man stepped back and turned around, all but running from the place, murmuring a few angry things under his breath. He nearly ran into Ron and Hermione coming down the hall toward Draco. Draco felt oddly reassured to see them.
"Oh, Draco," Hermione said, her eyes red from crying.
Ron had his arm around Hermione, looking just as troubled. "Have you been able to see him yet?" he asked Draco.
"No," Draco said, voice low and bitter. "They ... they are still ..." he trailed off, closing his eyes.
"He'll be fine, Malfoy," Ron said, nodding firmly. "Harry's one of the strongest wizards I've ever known."
Hermione drew her wand. "Hold still while I clean you," she said. "You look a fright." She winced when she realised what she had said. Draco rolled his eyes but held still while she cast Scourgify on him.
"I wish we could go in now," Ron said, taking a step closer to the room behind them.
It was hours more before the Healers floated a stretcher out with Harry lying unconscious on it. He looked awful. The last two times he had been hospitalized, Draco had never seen it. First time, he had been in Azkaban and the second had left him in another room and in worse condition than Harry. Draco wished he was the one on the stretcher and not Harry.
A woman with a clipboard intercepted them before they made it into the room. As the Healers moved Harry onto the bed, she asked the three of them. "Who is his next of kin?"
Ron looked towards Draco.
"I am," Draco said in a firm, deep voice.
"Your relation?" she asked him.
Draco stood for a moment. They didn't have a word for what they were. Husband was denied him legally but it was the closest. He is my everything, didn't fit the forms. He opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Domestic partner," Hermione piped up.
"What?" the witch asked.
"I am going in," Draco announced and walked past her into the room.
Ron glanced between the witch and Malfoy's back as he walked inside before he turned and quickly followed, not even waiting to hear what she'd say.
"Tell me," Draco said to the Healer who was setting monitoring spells on Harry.
"You're family?"
"Yes," Draco snapped, tone challenging the man to disagree with him.
"Well, he will live," the man said. "But the damage is quite bad. We will have him on both Blood Replenishing and Skelegrow."
Draco could see that all four of Harry's limbs were strapped to splints and there was some type of brace around his abdomen.
Ron and Hermione had followed him into the room. Ron now stood quietly at Draco's side, looking at Harry's pale face.
"His back was broken," the Healer continued. "We are hoping it didn't damage his spine. But if it did ...."
"Then what?" Draco snarled.
The Healer's eyes opened wider and he swallowed. Hermione put a hand on Draco's back as if trying to urge him to calm down. "What does that mean?" she asked softly.
"He might be paralysed."
Ron gasped, his eyes widening. He swallowed and looked down.
Draco sunk to the floor, pounding his fists against the tiles and shaking. It must've been when Goyle stomped on Harry's back. If he were only a moment earlier ... he would've been able to stop that. He should have protected Harry.
"How can you be sure if he is or not?" Ron asked quietly.
"We wait until the swelling goes down and then see if he can feel below the break," the man said, watching Draco warily.
Draco was on his hands and knees with his forehead pressed to the floor. Hermione knelt beside him then, rubbing her hand in circles on his back while he shook.
"It's not fair," Ron whispered, running a hand through his hair and gripping it lightly. "Harry never deserved any of this. Ever."
"No, Ron, it isn't," Hermione said.
***
Draco never left Harry's side in the day and a half since they had brought him in. He hadn't left his lover's side, despite several attempts by hospital personnel to get him to leave. Ron, Hermione, Remus and the rest of Harry's friends came and went in shifts. They occasionally tried to make Draco eat. He was currently sitting in a chair, one hand draped around to comb Harry's hair with his claws and his own head resting against the edge of the bed.
Harry could feel Draco's claws in his hair as he woke up, taking a deep breath. He slowly blinked open his eyes a few times, having to adjust to the white of the room. "Draco," he tried to whisper, but it came out more like a loud sigh.
Draco's head snapped up, looking at his lover. "Harry?" he gasped.
Harry opened his eyes again, looking around until he saw Draco. "Draco ..." he tried again, wondering why he couldn't shift like he wanted to.
"Don't move, my love," Draco said, standing and leaning over to gently kiss his lover.
Harry made another sound, swallowing and trying to wet his throat.
Draco grabbed the water from beside the bed. He put one hand behind Harry's head, lifting it and helping him sip from it.
Harry drank as much as he could before he made another sound, looking up at Draco. "Draco ... missed you," Harry said softly, his voice still a little hoarse. He smiled a little at him.
Draco sobbed, closing his eyes.
Harry frowned, wanting to reach out and touch his lover's cheek, but noticing that he couldn't really reach. His shoulder was hurting him and there was this brace around his middle that kept him in one position. "Don't cry ...."
"I'm sorry," Draco whispered, "I didn't get there until ...."
"You're here now," Harry said, nodding. "Here with me now ...."
Draco leaned over again, placing small kisses all over Harry's face. "Oh, Gods, my beauty," he sobbed again.
The door opened and a Healer walked in. "Mr Potter," he said, "our monitors showed you were awake."
Harry glanced over at the Healer, nodding a little. "Just woke up," he said softly.
Draco pulled back but didn't move away from the bed.
"I am Healer Kincaid," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Stiff," Harry replied, making a small face.
Kincaid lifted his wand and cast a spell, then nodded as it glowed white around Harry's body. "We have been giving you Skelegrow to heal the broken bones," he explained. "It seems to have been effective. Let's try taking off a splint and seeing how you feel." He flicked his wand and the bindings fell off of Harry's arms. "Now go slow, they may still hurt."
Harry slowly moved his arms a little, his face scrunching up at the soreness he felt. He looked down his body and saw that his legs were free as well, but they felt ... strange. Like they weren't there at all.
Kincaid glanced at Draco again, hesitating before moving closer. "Can you take my hand?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked at the Healer's hand, reaching up a little to take it with a wince.
"Good," Kincaid said. "Now the other."
It was more of a stretch, but Harry managed to do the same, only grunting softly with the effort.
"With physical therapy, you should have no problem with your arms," he said.
Harry nodded, wiggling his fingers before laying them back on the bed. "What else?"
Draco stepped up on the other side from the Healer and took Harry's hand in his.
The Healer stepped to the end of the bed and peeled back the blankets to expose Harry's feet. He laid a hand on the right foot and gently squeezed it, watching for his patient's reaction.
Harry waited to feel something, anything, but after a moment he realised he didn't feel a thing. He blinked and shook his head and then tried to move his foot ... he couldn't. He tried his leg next and got the same results. "I ... I can't feel it," Harry said desperately, trying to sit up.
"Don't try to get up," Kincaid said. "Your back is still healing. Give it time." He pulled the blanket back down, tucking it around Harry's feet.
"Why can't I?" Harry asked, still trying to move on the bed, but he honestly couldn't move the lower half of his body.
Kincaid looked at Draco and the blond nodded. Kincaid sighed. "Your spine was broken during your ... ordeal," he said.
Harry's face fell, his skin losing what little color he had. "I ...." He swallowed against the lump forming in his throat. " ... I won't be able ... to walk?"
"It's too early to tell," Kincaid said. "We will be trying a number of new treatments now that you are awake."
"But I couldn't even feel that," Harry whispered, tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision.
Draco bent over him, kissing him gently on the forehead.
Harry began to quietly cry, leaning into Draco.
Kincaid frowned. "I will leave you now and send for the potions. I will be back tomorrow to see how you are doing."
Harry turned, rubbing his face against Draco's shirt. He didn't want to hear what the Healer had to say, he wanted to get up and walk out of this place so he could move on with his life.
The blond wrapped his arms around Harry. "I love you," Draco whispered. "I love you more than anything. And I almost lost you, again. I killed two of them and if I could, I would kill the other. I can't stand the idea of anyone else touching you, hurting you." He was shaking again.
Harry sniffled, swallowing a few times before he spoke. "I love you, too. I couldn't stand it when they were ...." He trailed off, not really needing to fill in the blanks. "I only want to do that with you, no one else. I love you."
"No one else," Draco agreed, half sitting on the edge of the bed and rocking Harry in his arms. "You're mine, no one else touches you, no one," he whispered.
"Yours," Harry said over and over. "I don't care if it isn't legal. You're my everything."
"Yes, everything," Draco echoed Harry, even as Harry was echoing what he had been thinking before.
"Forever," Harry continued on to say, reaching up to grip Draco's shirt even though it caused him a bit of pain. He ignored it and held on, just needing to have his own little piece that he could hold on to.
"Yes, forever," Draco reassured him. But, he was still angry with his treatment by the hospital staff, and he realised now that he did care that it wasn't legal; it did matter that they couldn't marry.
Chapter Title: My Everything
Words: 1920 Words
Draco paced back and forth outside the Crisis Room, where the Healers were working on Harry. He was muttering and cursing under his breath, damning himself for ever letting the man out of his sight.
A younger looking Healer nervously walked up to him after a few minutes. "Um ... sir, there's a waiting room that you can sit in."
Draco ignored him, pacing and muttering still.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This area is restricted to family," the man said more firmly.
Draco quickly turned on the Healer, baring his teeth and growling. The man stepped back and turned around, all but running from the place, murmuring a few angry things under his breath. He nearly ran into Ron and Hermione coming down the hall toward Draco. Draco felt oddly reassured to see them.
"Oh, Draco," Hermione said, her eyes red from crying.
Ron had his arm around Hermione, looking just as troubled. "Have you been able to see him yet?" he asked Draco.
"No," Draco said, voice low and bitter. "They ... they are still ..." he trailed off, closing his eyes.
"He'll be fine, Malfoy," Ron said, nodding firmly. "Harry's one of the strongest wizards I've ever known."
Hermione drew her wand. "Hold still while I clean you," she said. "You look a fright." She winced when she realised what she had said. Draco rolled his eyes but held still while she cast Scourgify on him.
"I wish we could go in now," Ron said, taking a step closer to the room behind them.
It was hours more before the Healers floated a stretcher out with Harry lying unconscious on it. He looked awful. The last two times he had been hospitalized, Draco had never seen it. First time, he had been in Azkaban and the second had left him in another room and in worse condition than Harry. Draco wished he was the one on the stretcher and not Harry.
A woman with a clipboard intercepted them before they made it into the room. As the Healers moved Harry onto the bed, she asked the three of them. "Who is his next of kin?"
Ron looked towards Draco.
"I am," Draco said in a firm, deep voice.
"Your relation?" she asked him.
Draco stood for a moment. They didn't have a word for what they were. Husband was denied him legally but it was the closest. He is my everything, didn't fit the forms. He opened his mouth, then closed it.
"Domestic partner," Hermione piped up.
"What?" the witch asked.
"I am going in," Draco announced and walked past her into the room.
Ron glanced between the witch and Malfoy's back as he walked inside before he turned and quickly followed, not even waiting to hear what she'd say.
"Tell me," Draco said to the Healer who was setting monitoring spells on Harry.
"You're family?"
"Yes," Draco snapped, tone challenging the man to disagree with him.
"Well, he will live," the man said. "But the damage is quite bad. We will have him on both Blood Replenishing and Skelegrow."
Draco could see that all four of Harry's limbs were strapped to splints and there was some type of brace around his abdomen.
Ron and Hermione had followed him into the room. Ron now stood quietly at Draco's side, looking at Harry's pale face.
"His back was broken," the Healer continued. "We are hoping it didn't damage his spine. But if it did ...."
"Then what?" Draco snarled.
The Healer's eyes opened wider and he swallowed. Hermione put a hand on Draco's back as if trying to urge him to calm down. "What does that mean?" she asked softly.
"He might be paralysed."
Ron gasped, his eyes widening. He swallowed and looked down.
Draco sunk to the floor, pounding his fists against the tiles and shaking. It must've been when Goyle stomped on Harry's back. If he were only a moment earlier ... he would've been able to stop that. He should have protected Harry.
"How can you be sure if he is or not?" Ron asked quietly.
"We wait until the swelling goes down and then see if he can feel below the break," the man said, watching Draco warily.
Draco was on his hands and knees with his forehead pressed to the floor. Hermione knelt beside him then, rubbing her hand in circles on his back while he shook.
"It's not fair," Ron whispered, running a hand through his hair and gripping it lightly. "Harry never deserved any of this. Ever."
"No, Ron, it isn't," Hermione said.
***
Draco never left Harry's side in the day and a half since they had brought him in. He hadn't left his lover's side, despite several attempts by hospital personnel to get him to leave. Ron, Hermione, Remus and the rest of Harry's friends came and went in shifts. They occasionally tried to make Draco eat. He was currently sitting in a chair, one hand draped around to comb Harry's hair with his claws and his own head resting against the edge of the bed.
Harry could feel Draco's claws in his hair as he woke up, taking a deep breath. He slowly blinked open his eyes a few times, having to adjust to the white of the room. "Draco," he tried to whisper, but it came out more like a loud sigh.
Draco's head snapped up, looking at his lover. "Harry?" he gasped.
Harry opened his eyes again, looking around until he saw Draco. "Draco ..." he tried again, wondering why he couldn't shift like he wanted to.
"Don't move, my love," Draco said, standing and leaning over to gently kiss his lover.
Harry made another sound, swallowing and trying to wet his throat.
Draco grabbed the water from beside the bed. He put one hand behind Harry's head, lifting it and helping him sip from it.
Harry drank as much as he could before he made another sound, looking up at Draco. "Draco ... missed you," Harry said softly, his voice still a little hoarse. He smiled a little at him.
Draco sobbed, closing his eyes.
Harry frowned, wanting to reach out and touch his lover's cheek, but noticing that he couldn't really reach. His shoulder was hurting him and there was this brace around his middle that kept him in one position. "Don't cry ...."
"I'm sorry," Draco whispered, "I didn't get there until ...."
"You're here now," Harry said, nodding. "Here with me now ...."
Draco leaned over again, placing small kisses all over Harry's face. "Oh, Gods, my beauty," he sobbed again.
The door opened and a Healer walked in. "Mr Potter," he said, "our monitors showed you were awake."
Harry glanced over at the Healer, nodding a little. "Just woke up," he said softly.
Draco pulled back but didn't move away from the bed.
"I am Healer Kincaid," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Stiff," Harry replied, making a small face.
Kincaid lifted his wand and cast a spell, then nodded as it glowed white around Harry's body. "We have been giving you Skelegrow to heal the broken bones," he explained. "It seems to have been effective. Let's try taking off a splint and seeing how you feel." He flicked his wand and the bindings fell off of Harry's arms. "Now go slow, they may still hurt."
Harry slowly moved his arms a little, his face scrunching up at the soreness he felt. He looked down his body and saw that his legs were free as well, but they felt ... strange. Like they weren't there at all.
Kincaid glanced at Draco again, hesitating before moving closer. "Can you take my hand?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked at the Healer's hand, reaching up a little to take it with a wince.
"Good," Kincaid said. "Now the other."
It was more of a stretch, but Harry managed to do the same, only grunting softly with the effort.
"With physical therapy, you should have no problem with your arms," he said.
Harry nodded, wiggling his fingers before laying them back on the bed. "What else?"
Draco stepped up on the other side from the Healer and took Harry's hand in his.
The Healer stepped to the end of the bed and peeled back the blankets to expose Harry's feet. He laid a hand on the right foot and gently squeezed it, watching for his patient's reaction.
Harry waited to feel something, anything, but after a moment he realised he didn't feel a thing. He blinked and shook his head and then tried to move his foot ... he couldn't. He tried his leg next and got the same results. "I ... I can't feel it," Harry said desperately, trying to sit up.
"Don't try to get up," Kincaid said. "Your back is still healing. Give it time." He pulled the blanket back down, tucking it around Harry's feet.
"Why can't I?" Harry asked, still trying to move on the bed, but he honestly couldn't move the lower half of his body.
Kincaid looked at Draco and the blond nodded. Kincaid sighed. "Your spine was broken during your ... ordeal," he said.
Harry's face fell, his skin losing what little color he had. "I ...." He swallowed against the lump forming in his throat. " ... I won't be able ... to walk?"
"It's too early to tell," Kincaid said. "We will be trying a number of new treatments now that you are awake."
"But I couldn't even feel that," Harry whispered, tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision.
Draco bent over him, kissing him gently on the forehead.
Harry began to quietly cry, leaning into Draco.
Kincaid frowned. "I will leave you now and send for the potions. I will be back tomorrow to see how you are doing."
Harry turned, rubbing his face against Draco's shirt. He didn't want to hear what the Healer had to say, he wanted to get up and walk out of this place so he could move on with his life.
The blond wrapped his arms around Harry. "I love you," Draco whispered. "I love you more than anything. And I almost lost you, again. I killed two of them and if I could, I would kill the other. I can't stand the idea of anyone else touching you, hurting you." He was shaking again.
Harry sniffled, swallowing a few times before he spoke. "I love you, too. I couldn't stand it when they were ...." He trailed off, not really needing to fill in the blanks. "I only want to do that with you, no one else. I love you."
"No one else," Draco agreed, half sitting on the edge of the bed and rocking Harry in his arms. "You're mine, no one else touches you, no one," he whispered.
"Yours," Harry said over and over. "I don't care if it isn't legal. You're my everything."
"Yes, everything," Draco echoed Harry, even as Harry was echoing what he had been thinking before.
"Forever," Harry continued on to say, reaching up to grip Draco's shirt even though it caused him a bit of pain. He ignored it and held on, just needing to have his own little piece that he could hold on to.
"Yes, forever," Draco reassured him. But, he was still angry with his treatment by the hospital staff, and he realised now that he did care that it wasn't legal; it did matter that they couldn't marry.