Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Broken
Chapter Number/Total: 15/24
Chapter Title: Broken
Words: 2645 Words
Harry blinked open his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. There was a strange smell in the air, and it wasn't until he felt wetness on his hand that he began to realise what it was. He gasped softly and brought his hand up to his nose, making a disgusted face.
"Damn," he whispered, nervously glancing at Draco, who was still sleeping.
Harry hated this, hated that he couldn’t control his own body or stop himself from doing things like this. When he was younger, the Dursleys always punished him for dirtying things, no matter how it happened. He could remember having an accident and then being locked in his cupboard in the stench for an entire day without food. He didn’t know how young he had been then, but it was long before school started. He learned to clean up as quickly as possible before his uncle saw.
It wasn’t like Harry expected anyone to punish him now. Draco was always nice about things like this Yet, it was humiliating. It was the middle of the night and he didn’t want to wake Draco to clean him. He gritted his teeth and hit the bed in frustration, knowing that his face was flushed in embarrassment. He absolutely hated this.
Draco stretched, rolling toward his lover and snuggling against him. Then Harry felt him tense and saw that overly sensitive nose wrinkle before Draco's eyes opened.
The blond blinked open his eyes and tried to pretend he hadn't just rolled over onto his lover's piss. He rolled back and stretched again.
Harry's lips trembled before he could stop himself. "I'm sorry!" he said, shaking slightly in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Draco sat up, looking down at Harry. "It's not something you can control," he said, moving to get out of bed.
"That doesn't mean I like doing it," Harry hissed, tears welling up in his eyes as he hit the bed again with both his fists.
Draco watched helplessly as Harry flailed. The blond pulled on his own dressing gown and then stood beside the bed. "Let me get you out of that and cleaned up."
"I want to do it by myself," Harry said, pressing a hand over his eyes as the tears began to slip out. "I want to get up by myself, take a shower by myself, and pick my clothes out by myself!"
Draco nodded. He understood that frustration all too well. Granted, it was worse for Harry, but there were still so many things that Draco couldn't do. Wandless and with claws was more of a handicap than most would realise. He stood and waited while Harry vented.
Harry cried and hit the bed until he wore himself out, gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling once again. "Draco," he whispered after he caught his breath, raising his arms for him.
Draco sighed sadly and then bent to gather Harry into his arms, one under his shoulders and the other under his knees.
"I'm sorry," Harry said again, resting his head against Draco's chest.
"No need, my beauty," Draco whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head. "Do you want to use a Cleaning Charm or take a nice hot bath?" he asked.
"Why does it even matter anymore?" Harry whispered. Harry didn't know what the point was, he wouldn't be able to feel it on half his body. Draco sighed and Harry did too, finally answering quietly, "A bath."
Draco nodded and took them into the bathroom, propping Harry up on a towel on the floor while he drew the bath. With everyone else asleep, it was quiet except for the sound of the water running.
Harry was quiet as well, staring down at his feet. "I'm sorry I yelled like that in there," he said, willing his foot to move as he stared at it.
"No need for apologies," Draco said, testing the water. It was even more important now that he not make it too hot and risk damaging Harry. "Why didn't you just Summon your wand and use a Cleaning Spell?" Draco asked.
Harrry flushed, looking down. "I suppose I just ... forgot," he whispered.
Draco nodded as he turned back, removing his own gown and picking up Harry. "I understand," he said. He did actually. It was frightening to not be able to do things he could do before and even having magic didn't make it right again.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, leaning up to kiss him softly. "It just gets so frustrating. And there's nothing I can do about it." He knew that Draco was in a similar situation, so he would understand.
Draco lowered them both into the water, sighing at both the warmth of the water and his lover's plight. He was quiet for a minute before he spoke. "You feel frustrated and angry that you aren't like you used to be. You hate having to ask for help all the time. You hate that when you don't ask for help, you bollocks things up. You just want what you have lost. That about cover it?"
Harry felt bad now, knowing that he was bringing up something Draco had and was still going through. "Yeah ... basically."
Draco leaned back against one end of the tub, positioning Harry on his chest and holding him safely. He didn't have any words to make it better. It's not like he liked the situation, but Harry was worth anything.
"I'll get better someday," Harry said softly, closing his eyes with a sigh of his own. "And I'll help you, too."
Draco didn't have Harry's optimism. It was one of the big differences between them and, he thought to himself, one of the things about Harry that saved them both. He reached for a flannel to wash them. It was difficult, touching his lover now -- baths used to mean sex -- yet it was still a comfort to hold him.
When Draco had them both clean and the bathwater was cooling, he finally shifted to get them out. It was a lot of work with someone who had to be helped through every stage. Eventually, Draco carried Harry back to their room. Problem was that he hadn't wanted to wake Dobby in the middle of the night. "Use a Cleaning Spell on the bed," he told Harry.
Harry Summoned his wand and used it to clean up the mess on the bed, wishing that Draco was able to do the same thing.
Draco laid his lover in the bed, helping him move until he found a comfortable position and then climbing back in to hold him. He laid there, claws combing through Harry's hair. He was as frustrated with how to help Harry as he knew Harry was with his inabilities. Things had been difficult before, but he realised his own issues were nowhere near as upsetting to him as what was happening to his lover.
Harry closed his eyes, relaxing as Draco combed through his hair. "I love you," he said, wanting to show him just how much, but he didn't know how to when he was like this.
"Good," Draco whispered, leaning in to kiss Harry's forehead. "Now get some sleep."
***
Tonks, Remus and Elise were out for the day, visiting Tonks' parents. That meant a nice quiet day together. Before Harry was injured, that probably would have meant he and Draco would have been shagging on every available surface in one of their marathon sessions. Now it meant settling Harry into the chair comfortably so that they could read.
Harry realised that ever since the attack he had been reading a lot more. It was boring compared to what they used to do, but he knew that Draco wouldn't think of doing anything like that with him again.
Harry was propped up with pillows in the best chair. Draco lay on the sofa, reading a history of the Goblin wars. He heard the sigh of his bored partner. "You want me to get you something?"
"Something to drink?" Harry asked, not really thirsty but wanting something to do, even if it was just drinking.
"Sure," Draco said. "Want to play chess when I get back?"
"Yeah, haven't played in a while," Harry said, perking up at the thought of playing chess.
Draco got to his feet and pulled the small table they had for chess over to Harry and then set the box of pieces on it. "You set it up while I go get us something to drink and a snack," he said.
Harry nodded, already reaching to open the box and set up the board the best he could.
Draco headed for the kitchen. He could have called Dobby to get it, but it gave him chance to stretch and relieve the boredom.
It was taking Harry much longer than it normally did, but he was setting up the board, putting each piece in the right spot. He was almost done when he knocked over one of the pieces, watching it fall off the table and down onto the floor. He glanced up at the kitchen for Draco before he looked back down at the piece, deciding that he could get it himself.
He gritted his teeth and leaned over to reach for it, nearly getting it before he lost his balance completely, falling out of the chair and knocking over the table with the pieces along the way. They fell to the floor along with him, and even though Harry couldn't feel any physical pain, it hurt his pride to see that he couldn't even lean over to pick up something as small as that. He had fallen on his side and he didn't have enough strength to push himself up, making him even more frustrated. "Fuck!" he yelled suddenly in frustration, still trying.
Draco was making them both sandwiches and tea, unaware that Harry was in trouble.
After several moments of struggling, Harry still couldn't get himself up. "Why won't you work!" he said, hitting his legs as if that would solve everything. "I keep trying and trying and it's not working!" He didn't notice that his magic was beginning to effect everything around him. The chess pieces were shaking on the floor as he continued to hit his legs, desperately wanting to feel the pain that he knew he was inflicting on himself.
Draco was coming up the stairs when he heard the rattling and Harry's shouts. He dropped the tray and ran to the sitting room, panicked and shaking. He saw Harry on the floor and rushed to pick him up.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled, the lights flashing as another burst of magic escaped him. "I just want to get up on my own .... let me get up on my own!"
Draco was trying to pick Harry up and suddenly the man was shoving at him, striking out and trying to get away. It surprised and scared him. He froze. "Harry," he gasped.
Harry threw a tantrum, hitting the ground and his legs again as things began flying around them. He hadn't realised what he had done to Draco just yet, too mad to stop himself.
Chess pieces were whirling around them now from Harry's magic and the man was flailing, hitting Draco as well as himself. Several of the chess pieces bounced off of them. Even with all that had happened, Harry hadn't struck Draco since their days at Hogwarts. Draco was more shocked than hurt. He had no idea what he should do.
Harry worked his frustration out until he finally fell to the floor again, folding his arms and burying his face in them as he cried weakly, obviously worn out. The chess pieces fell down around them like rain, but Harry didn't even show that he felt them. "I hate this," he whispered pitifully.
Draco licked his lips when he felt blood on them. Apparently, Harry had hit him in the mouth and he hadn't noticed it had split his lip. He was more worried about Harry at the moment. Harry, who was sobbing on the floor. Draco was also worried about Harry's legs which were twisted up funny. He hoped he hadn't done anything other than bruise himself. "I know," he whispered in response to Harry as he bent to gather him into his arms, picking him up and carrying him to the sofa.
Harry continued to cry softly until he just couldn't cry anymore, tears drying up. He rested against Draco's chest and hiccuped a few times, staring at the mess he made. It was strange how he couldn't even walk, but he could make such a mess out of a room within a few minutes. It made him laugh humourlessly, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes.
Draco laid Harry back down on the sofa and began to check him over. "I need to see your legs," he told him.
"Go ahead," Harry murmured, finally looking towards Draco. He noticed the blood and immediately felt bad, knowing he had something to do with it. "I'm sorry ...." He reached up to touch his lip, even though he couldn't push himself up all the way to get to it.
"Unfasten your trousers," Draco said and then helped Harry remove them when he did. He frowned when he saw a number of places that were red and might very well turn to bruises. He looked around until he spotted Harry's wand. "Summon your wand and heal yourself," he said.
"Why do I have to, I can't feel it," Harry said stubbornly, Summoning his wand anyway.
Draco scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Harry.
Harry glared back, but gave in after a moment, waving his wand as he whispered a healing spell – healing Draco, not himself
Draco huffed when he felt the spell knit his lip together. “Now you,” he insisted.
Harry sighed and cast the second healing spell on himself. “There,” he said petulantly.
Draco shook his head and looked around the room at the mess. "You mind telling me what happened?"
"I got mad," Harry said simply.
"You got mad and threw yourself out of the chair?" Draco asked, confused. "What, the chess pieces do something to piss you off?"
"No. One of the pieces fell, and I tried to get it. But then I ended up falling out of the chair," Harry explained quietly.
"Ah," Draco said, understanding. He had wrecked a few rooms in his time. He considered lecturing Harry on the foolishness of what he had done, but he realised Harry knew that already. "Feel better?"
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I do," he murmured.
Draco smirked. One of the advantages of being part werewolf was that people were actually not all that surprised when he acted up. Harry, on the other hand, was usually almost "too nice." "Good," he said and then moved to begin gathering up the chess pieces. "You still want a game?"
"Yeah," Harry said, pushing himself up a little. "I guess we should get Dobby to bring us the drinks?"
"And clean up the mess I left in the hall," Draco huffed, remembering the probably shattered dishes now.
Harry winced. "Sorry."
Draco stopped and set the pieces he had gathered aside, going to kneel beside where Harry lay. He stroked the hair from his lover's face with the backs of his own fingers. "No, don't be. You could break all the crockery if it makes you feel better."
"But then someone will have to clean it up," Harry said, sighing. "Because I can't."
"Dobby enjoys looking after you," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss him.
"Yes, well." Harry kissed him back, his eyes falling shut.
"As do I," Draco said softly.
Chapter Title: Broken
Words: 2645 Words
Harry blinked open his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. There was a strange smell in the air, and it wasn't until he felt wetness on his hand that he began to realise what it was. He gasped softly and brought his hand up to his nose, making a disgusted face.
"Damn," he whispered, nervously glancing at Draco, who was still sleeping.
Harry hated this, hated that he couldn’t control his own body or stop himself from doing things like this. When he was younger, the Dursleys always punished him for dirtying things, no matter how it happened. He could remember having an accident and then being locked in his cupboard in the stench for an entire day without food. He didn’t know how young he had been then, but it was long before school started. He learned to clean up as quickly as possible before his uncle saw.
It wasn’t like Harry expected anyone to punish him now. Draco was always nice about things like this Yet, it was humiliating. It was the middle of the night and he didn’t want to wake Draco to clean him. He gritted his teeth and hit the bed in frustration, knowing that his face was flushed in embarrassment. He absolutely hated this.
Draco stretched, rolling toward his lover and snuggling against him. Then Harry felt him tense and saw that overly sensitive nose wrinkle before Draco's eyes opened.
The blond blinked open his eyes and tried to pretend he hadn't just rolled over onto his lover's piss. He rolled back and stretched again.
Harry's lips trembled before he could stop himself. "I'm sorry!" he said, shaking slightly in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Draco sat up, looking down at Harry. "It's not something you can control," he said, moving to get out of bed.
"That doesn't mean I like doing it," Harry hissed, tears welling up in his eyes as he hit the bed again with both his fists.
Draco watched helplessly as Harry flailed. The blond pulled on his own dressing gown and then stood beside the bed. "Let me get you out of that and cleaned up."
"I want to do it by myself," Harry said, pressing a hand over his eyes as the tears began to slip out. "I want to get up by myself, take a shower by myself, and pick my clothes out by myself!"
Draco nodded. He understood that frustration all too well. Granted, it was worse for Harry, but there were still so many things that Draco couldn't do. Wandless and with claws was more of a handicap than most would realise. He stood and waited while Harry vented.
Harry cried and hit the bed until he wore himself out, gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling once again. "Draco," he whispered after he caught his breath, raising his arms for him.
Draco sighed sadly and then bent to gather Harry into his arms, one under his shoulders and the other under his knees.
"I'm sorry," Harry said again, resting his head against Draco's chest.
"No need, my beauty," Draco whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head. "Do you want to use a Cleaning Charm or take a nice hot bath?" he asked.
"Why does it even matter anymore?" Harry whispered. Harry didn't know what the point was, he wouldn't be able to feel it on half his body. Draco sighed and Harry did too, finally answering quietly, "A bath."
Draco nodded and took them into the bathroom, propping Harry up on a towel on the floor while he drew the bath. With everyone else asleep, it was quiet except for the sound of the water running.
Harry was quiet as well, staring down at his feet. "I'm sorry I yelled like that in there," he said, willing his foot to move as he stared at it.
"No need for apologies," Draco said, testing the water. It was even more important now that he not make it too hot and risk damaging Harry. "Why didn't you just Summon your wand and use a Cleaning Spell?" Draco asked.
Harrry flushed, looking down. "I suppose I just ... forgot," he whispered.
Draco nodded as he turned back, removing his own gown and picking up Harry. "I understand," he said. He did actually. It was frightening to not be able to do things he could do before and even having magic didn't make it right again.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, leaning up to kiss him softly. "It just gets so frustrating. And there's nothing I can do about it." He knew that Draco was in a similar situation, so he would understand.
Draco lowered them both into the water, sighing at both the warmth of the water and his lover's plight. He was quiet for a minute before he spoke. "You feel frustrated and angry that you aren't like you used to be. You hate having to ask for help all the time. You hate that when you don't ask for help, you bollocks things up. You just want what you have lost. That about cover it?"
Harry felt bad now, knowing that he was bringing up something Draco had and was still going through. "Yeah ... basically."
Draco leaned back against one end of the tub, positioning Harry on his chest and holding him safely. He didn't have any words to make it better. It's not like he liked the situation, but Harry was worth anything.
"I'll get better someday," Harry said softly, closing his eyes with a sigh of his own. "And I'll help you, too."
Draco didn't have Harry's optimism. It was one of the big differences between them and, he thought to himself, one of the things about Harry that saved them both. He reached for a flannel to wash them. It was difficult, touching his lover now -- baths used to mean sex -- yet it was still a comfort to hold him.
When Draco had them both clean and the bathwater was cooling, he finally shifted to get them out. It was a lot of work with someone who had to be helped through every stage. Eventually, Draco carried Harry back to their room. Problem was that he hadn't wanted to wake Dobby in the middle of the night. "Use a Cleaning Spell on the bed," he told Harry.
Harry Summoned his wand and used it to clean up the mess on the bed, wishing that Draco was able to do the same thing.
Draco laid his lover in the bed, helping him move until he found a comfortable position and then climbing back in to hold him. He laid there, claws combing through Harry's hair. He was as frustrated with how to help Harry as he knew Harry was with his inabilities. Things had been difficult before, but he realised his own issues were nowhere near as upsetting to him as what was happening to his lover.
Harry closed his eyes, relaxing as Draco combed through his hair. "I love you," he said, wanting to show him just how much, but he didn't know how to when he was like this.
"Good," Draco whispered, leaning in to kiss Harry's forehead. "Now get some sleep."
***
Tonks, Remus and Elise were out for the day, visiting Tonks' parents. That meant a nice quiet day together. Before Harry was injured, that probably would have meant he and Draco would have been shagging on every available surface in one of their marathon sessions. Now it meant settling Harry into the chair comfortably so that they could read.
Harry realised that ever since the attack he had been reading a lot more. It was boring compared to what they used to do, but he knew that Draco wouldn't think of doing anything like that with him again.
Harry was propped up with pillows in the best chair. Draco lay on the sofa, reading a history of the Goblin wars. He heard the sigh of his bored partner. "You want me to get you something?"
"Something to drink?" Harry asked, not really thirsty but wanting something to do, even if it was just drinking.
"Sure," Draco said. "Want to play chess when I get back?"
"Yeah, haven't played in a while," Harry said, perking up at the thought of playing chess.
Draco got to his feet and pulled the small table they had for chess over to Harry and then set the box of pieces on it. "You set it up while I go get us something to drink and a snack," he said.
Harry nodded, already reaching to open the box and set up the board the best he could.
Draco headed for the kitchen. He could have called Dobby to get it, but it gave him chance to stretch and relieve the boredom.
It was taking Harry much longer than it normally did, but he was setting up the board, putting each piece in the right spot. He was almost done when he knocked over one of the pieces, watching it fall off the table and down onto the floor. He glanced up at the kitchen for Draco before he looked back down at the piece, deciding that he could get it himself.
He gritted his teeth and leaned over to reach for it, nearly getting it before he lost his balance completely, falling out of the chair and knocking over the table with the pieces along the way. They fell to the floor along with him, and even though Harry couldn't feel any physical pain, it hurt his pride to see that he couldn't even lean over to pick up something as small as that. He had fallen on his side and he didn't have enough strength to push himself up, making him even more frustrated. "Fuck!" he yelled suddenly in frustration, still trying.
Draco was making them both sandwiches and tea, unaware that Harry was in trouble.
After several moments of struggling, Harry still couldn't get himself up. "Why won't you work!" he said, hitting his legs as if that would solve everything. "I keep trying and trying and it's not working!" He didn't notice that his magic was beginning to effect everything around him. The chess pieces were shaking on the floor as he continued to hit his legs, desperately wanting to feel the pain that he knew he was inflicting on himself.
Draco was coming up the stairs when he heard the rattling and Harry's shouts. He dropped the tray and ran to the sitting room, panicked and shaking. He saw Harry on the floor and rushed to pick him up.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled, the lights flashing as another burst of magic escaped him. "I just want to get up on my own .... let me get up on my own!"
Draco was trying to pick Harry up and suddenly the man was shoving at him, striking out and trying to get away. It surprised and scared him. He froze. "Harry," he gasped.
Harry threw a tantrum, hitting the ground and his legs again as things began flying around them. He hadn't realised what he had done to Draco just yet, too mad to stop himself.
Chess pieces were whirling around them now from Harry's magic and the man was flailing, hitting Draco as well as himself. Several of the chess pieces bounced off of them. Even with all that had happened, Harry hadn't struck Draco since their days at Hogwarts. Draco was more shocked than hurt. He had no idea what he should do.
Harry worked his frustration out until he finally fell to the floor again, folding his arms and burying his face in them as he cried weakly, obviously worn out. The chess pieces fell down around them like rain, but Harry didn't even show that he felt them. "I hate this," he whispered pitifully.
Draco licked his lips when he felt blood on them. Apparently, Harry had hit him in the mouth and he hadn't noticed it had split his lip. He was more worried about Harry at the moment. Harry, who was sobbing on the floor. Draco was also worried about Harry's legs which were twisted up funny. He hoped he hadn't done anything other than bruise himself. "I know," he whispered in response to Harry as he bent to gather him into his arms, picking him up and carrying him to the sofa.
Harry continued to cry softly until he just couldn't cry anymore, tears drying up. He rested against Draco's chest and hiccuped a few times, staring at the mess he made. It was strange how he couldn't even walk, but he could make such a mess out of a room within a few minutes. It made him laugh humourlessly, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes.
Draco laid Harry back down on the sofa and began to check him over. "I need to see your legs," he told him.
"Go ahead," Harry murmured, finally looking towards Draco. He noticed the blood and immediately felt bad, knowing he had something to do with it. "I'm sorry ...." He reached up to touch his lip, even though he couldn't push himself up all the way to get to it.
"Unfasten your trousers," Draco said and then helped Harry remove them when he did. He frowned when he saw a number of places that were red and might very well turn to bruises. He looked around until he spotted Harry's wand. "Summon your wand and heal yourself," he said.
"Why do I have to, I can't feel it," Harry said stubbornly, Summoning his wand anyway.
Draco scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Harry.
Harry glared back, but gave in after a moment, waving his wand as he whispered a healing spell – healing Draco, not himself
Draco huffed when he felt the spell knit his lip together. “Now you,” he insisted.
Harry sighed and cast the second healing spell on himself. “There,” he said petulantly.
Draco shook his head and looked around the room at the mess. "You mind telling me what happened?"
"I got mad," Harry said simply.
"You got mad and threw yourself out of the chair?" Draco asked, confused. "What, the chess pieces do something to piss you off?"
"No. One of the pieces fell, and I tried to get it. But then I ended up falling out of the chair," Harry explained quietly.
"Ah," Draco said, understanding. He had wrecked a few rooms in his time. He considered lecturing Harry on the foolishness of what he had done, but he realised Harry knew that already. "Feel better?"
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I do," he murmured.
Draco smirked. One of the advantages of being part werewolf was that people were actually not all that surprised when he acted up. Harry, on the other hand, was usually almost "too nice." "Good," he said and then moved to begin gathering up the chess pieces. "You still want a game?"
"Yeah," Harry said, pushing himself up a little. "I guess we should get Dobby to bring us the drinks?"
"And clean up the mess I left in the hall," Draco huffed, remembering the probably shattered dishes now.
Harry winced. "Sorry."
Draco stopped and set the pieces he had gathered aside, going to kneel beside where Harry lay. He stroked the hair from his lover's face with the backs of his own fingers. "No, don't be. You could break all the crockery if it makes you feel better."
"But then someone will have to clean it up," Harry said, sighing. "Because I can't."
"Dobby enjoys looking after you," Draco answered, leaning in to kiss him.
"Yes, well." Harry kissed him back, his eyes falling shut.
"As do I," Draco said softly.