Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Adult ++
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20,840
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110
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Helpless
Chapter Number/Total: 16/24
Chapter Title: Helpless
Words: 1471 Words
Draco opened the door to find Ron Weasley standing there. The blond sighed, stepping back to let him in. "He's in the sitting room," he told Ron. Harry's best friend had sent three Owls inviting Harry to go to a Quidditch game. Harry had not replied to any of them, despite Draco, Remus and Tonks urging him to go.
Ron nodded his head. "Thanks," he said as he headed into the sitting room.
Harry sat propped up in the chair like always, staring at a game of chess that he and Draco were in the middle of when he got up to see who was at the door.
"So how long you planning on ignoring me?" Ron snapped from the doorway to the room.
Harry looked up quickly, frowning at little. "Until you stop trying to make me go to a game that I don't want to go to."
Ron scowled. "Harry, you didn't even say no," he complained, walking into the room. "You just fucking ignored me."
"Okay, then, no, I don't want to go," Harry huffed.
Ron came to stand in front of Harry, his expression more worried than angry now. "So you planning to hide here playing chess for the rest of your life?"
Harry shrugged and refused to look back up at Ron. "What else can I do?"
"You can bloody well let me take you to the game," Ron answered.
Draco stood in the doorway, shaking his head. He wasn't sure if Ron's tactic would work, but he hadn't been able to get Harry out of the house so it was worth a try.
"I don't want to go, Ron, really. Can't you get someone else to go with? Seamus, Dean, someone else," Harry insisted.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron was shaking as he sat down. "This isn't about the fucking game. It's about you."
"What about me?" Harry asked, glancing at Ron when he sat down.
Ron put his face into his hands and Draco sighed again. After a minute, Ron looked up again. "Harry, come with me," he said. "Anywhere you want. Just pick a place and let me take you outside."
"Why?" Harry asked. It wasn't just that he couldn't walk that was bothering him, it was the looks of pity he'd get, the people whispering behind their hands. He was used to it from before, but now he just wanted to be able to skip it. He couldn't before, going to school and all, but now he could just stay inside, away from everyone.
Ron looked up at Draco, his expression sad, and the blond shook his head. He didn't know how to get Harry out of the house, either.
Ron slumped back against the sofa in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry whispered, sighing softly. "I do miss you though, mate. You should visit more."
Ron nodded and looked over at his friend. "Want to play chess?" he asked.
Harry smiled and nodded, looking towards the board. "I was beating him."
Draco snorted at that. "I'll get tea," he said with a small smile.
***
Draco had woken before Harry, so he went to the loo before returning to the bedroom to help the other man. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, petting Harry's cheek with the back of his hand. "Time to get up, sleeping beauty," he teased.
Harry didn't want to open his eyes. He had been awake for at least an hour, having woken up from a dream. It was from his past, from when he could walk and do everything for himself. It depressed him more than anything and not even crying helped.
The blond continued to pet Harry, then moved his hand to run claws through tangled hair. He knew Harry was awake, could hear it in his breathing and sense it in the way he held himself still.
"I don't want to get up," Harry moaned, finally opening his eyes to sadly look up at Draco.
"Are you tired? Feeling ill?" Draco asked in concern. He constantly worried about infection. It was one of the biggest dangers Harry faced from his condition. Draco leaned forward, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead. It was only partially a gesture of affection in that moment. It was also a way to check if Harry had a temperature. Harry wasn't any warmer than one would expect from someone still abed.
"I just don't want to get up," Harry said quietly, covering his face with his hands. "I don't want to ever get up. What's the point?"
"It's not good for you to lie in the same position all the time," Draco cautioned, unsure how to handle this change. Usually, Harry never stayed abed except for sex. Well, that was the usual before, at least. But even since the injury, they had kept a kind of routine, spending their days in the sitting room.
"I don't want to get up," Harry insisted. "Just leave me alone, Draco, please .... "
Draco paused, trying to make sense of this new development. "Well, I suppose a day in bed wouldn't hurt. I can bring your food up here. So, let me take you to the toilet and then we can come back in here if you like."
"Why don't you just let me mess the bed again, it's all I'm ever good for," Harry muttered, still not pulling his hands away.
Draco stilled. Harry hated it when he messed the bed, always a mortifying experience. Now he was willing to lie in it? What was he to say to that? Draco's heart sped up in fear now. "Harry," he whispered, waiting for the other man to look at him.
Harry pulled his hands away, his lips trembling as he looked up at Draco once again. "Draco ... just leave me, please," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Leave you?" Draco asked, really worried now. He desperately hoped Harry was just talking about giving him a break. One of the most re-occurring themes with Harry was his almost obsessive fear he would lose Draco. He couldn't imagine the other man asking Draco to leave him, not really leave him.
"No, not like that," Harry whispered, realising what it sounded like. "But if you wanted to, I'd understand why."
"Never," Draco whispered, the sound accompanied unintentionally by a small growl and his claws curled into his lover's hair, almost instinctively.
"But I don't know why," Harry said, shaking his head. "I can't give you anything. Not even sex anymore ...."
"You think I am that shallow? That that's all that matters to me?" Draco asked, fear making him sound angry now.
"No, but ... I don't know how else to show you how much I love you," Harry said, reaching up to touch Draco's arm. "I can't do anything!"
"You can survive," Draco insisted, gathering his lover into his arms and pressing his cheek to Harry's. "I need you, Harry. We'll figure this out, I swear it. Just, please, don't give up."
"But think how much easier it would be for you if ... if I wasn't here," Harry whispered, curling up the best he could in Draco's arms.
Fear made Draco shiver. The very idea of life without Harry made him feel ill. "Look at me," he insisted, pulling his face back to look at Harry again.
Harry sniffled and slowly looked up at Draco, feeling and looking miserable.
Draco looked into those amazingly expressive green eyes and found his heart clenching so painfully that he didn't know how to breathe for a minute. "No," he managed, "no, I wouldn't. I can't ... I won't make it without you."
Harry looked in Draco's eyes for a long moment, really seeing the truth behind his words in them. "I wouldn't be able to make it without you, either," he whispered, sliding his arms around Draco's neck and holding on tightly. "Don't leave me, I didn't mean it."
"Never leaving your side," Draco answered. "And you promised not to leave me. That means you don't give up."
"I don't give up," Harry repeated, taking a deep breath and nodding. He never did give up, but this was so hard. "I'll never give up. As long as you're here with me."
"Good," Draco smiled, "glad that's settled. So, you ready to get up?"
"Not really, but I should go to the bathroom," Harry answered, sighing softly.
Draco kissed him quickly, then picked his lover up in his arms. "We can spend today in here if you like," he agreed. "I will get Dobby to bring us food up."
Harry nodded, liking the sound of a change for once. Every day they were in the sitting room, every single day. "Thank you so much, Draco ... for everything."
Draco huffed, carrying Harry to the bathroom.
Chapter Title: Helpless
Words: 1471 Words
Draco opened the door to find Ron Weasley standing there. The blond sighed, stepping back to let him in. "He's in the sitting room," he told Ron. Harry's best friend had sent three Owls inviting Harry to go to a Quidditch game. Harry had not replied to any of them, despite Draco, Remus and Tonks urging him to go.
Ron nodded his head. "Thanks," he said as he headed into the sitting room.
Harry sat propped up in the chair like always, staring at a game of chess that he and Draco were in the middle of when he got up to see who was at the door.
"So how long you planning on ignoring me?" Ron snapped from the doorway to the room.
Harry looked up quickly, frowning at little. "Until you stop trying to make me go to a game that I don't want to go to."
Ron scowled. "Harry, you didn't even say no," he complained, walking into the room. "You just fucking ignored me."
"Okay, then, no, I don't want to go," Harry huffed.
Ron came to stand in front of Harry, his expression more worried than angry now. "So you planning to hide here playing chess for the rest of your life?"
Harry shrugged and refused to look back up at Ron. "What else can I do?"
"You can bloody well let me take you to the game," Ron answered.
Draco stood in the doorway, shaking his head. He wasn't sure if Ron's tactic would work, but he hadn't been able to get Harry out of the house so it was worth a try.
"I don't want to go, Ron, really. Can't you get someone else to go with? Seamus, Dean, someone else," Harry insisted.
"Bloody hell, Harry," Ron was shaking as he sat down. "This isn't about the fucking game. It's about you."
"What about me?" Harry asked, glancing at Ron when he sat down.
Ron put his face into his hands and Draco sighed again. After a minute, Ron looked up again. "Harry, come with me," he said. "Anywhere you want. Just pick a place and let me take you outside."
"Why?" Harry asked. It wasn't just that he couldn't walk that was bothering him, it was the looks of pity he'd get, the people whispering behind their hands. He was used to it from before, but now he just wanted to be able to skip it. He couldn't before, going to school and all, but now he could just stay inside, away from everyone.
Ron looked up at Draco, his expression sad, and the blond shook his head. He didn't know how to get Harry out of the house, either.
Ron slumped back against the sofa in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Ron," Harry whispered, sighing softly. "I do miss you though, mate. You should visit more."
Ron nodded and looked over at his friend. "Want to play chess?" he asked.
Harry smiled and nodded, looking towards the board. "I was beating him."
Draco snorted at that. "I'll get tea," he said with a small smile.
***
Draco had woken before Harry, so he went to the loo before returning to the bedroom to help the other man. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, petting Harry's cheek with the back of his hand. "Time to get up, sleeping beauty," he teased.
Harry didn't want to open his eyes. He had been awake for at least an hour, having woken up from a dream. It was from his past, from when he could walk and do everything for himself. It depressed him more than anything and not even crying helped.
The blond continued to pet Harry, then moved his hand to run claws through tangled hair. He knew Harry was awake, could hear it in his breathing and sense it in the way he held himself still.
"I don't want to get up," Harry moaned, finally opening his eyes to sadly look up at Draco.
"Are you tired? Feeling ill?" Draco asked in concern. He constantly worried about infection. It was one of the biggest dangers Harry faced from his condition. Draco leaned forward, pressing his lips to Harry's forehead. It was only partially a gesture of affection in that moment. It was also a way to check if Harry had a temperature. Harry wasn't any warmer than one would expect from someone still abed.
"I just don't want to get up," Harry said quietly, covering his face with his hands. "I don't want to ever get up. What's the point?"
"It's not good for you to lie in the same position all the time," Draco cautioned, unsure how to handle this change. Usually, Harry never stayed abed except for sex. Well, that was the usual before, at least. But even since the injury, they had kept a kind of routine, spending their days in the sitting room.
"I don't want to get up," Harry insisted. "Just leave me alone, Draco, please .... "
Draco paused, trying to make sense of this new development. "Well, I suppose a day in bed wouldn't hurt. I can bring your food up here. So, let me take you to the toilet and then we can come back in here if you like."
"Why don't you just let me mess the bed again, it's all I'm ever good for," Harry muttered, still not pulling his hands away.
Draco stilled. Harry hated it when he messed the bed, always a mortifying experience. Now he was willing to lie in it? What was he to say to that? Draco's heart sped up in fear now. "Harry," he whispered, waiting for the other man to look at him.
Harry pulled his hands away, his lips trembling as he looked up at Draco once again. "Draco ... just leave me, please," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Leave you?" Draco asked, really worried now. He desperately hoped Harry was just talking about giving him a break. One of the most re-occurring themes with Harry was his almost obsessive fear he would lose Draco. He couldn't imagine the other man asking Draco to leave him, not really leave him.
"No, not like that," Harry whispered, realising what it sounded like. "But if you wanted to, I'd understand why."
"Never," Draco whispered, the sound accompanied unintentionally by a small growl and his claws curled into his lover's hair, almost instinctively.
"But I don't know why," Harry said, shaking his head. "I can't give you anything. Not even sex anymore ...."
"You think I am that shallow? That that's all that matters to me?" Draco asked, fear making him sound angry now.
"No, but ... I don't know how else to show you how much I love you," Harry said, reaching up to touch Draco's arm. "I can't do anything!"
"You can survive," Draco insisted, gathering his lover into his arms and pressing his cheek to Harry's. "I need you, Harry. We'll figure this out, I swear it. Just, please, don't give up."
"But think how much easier it would be for you if ... if I wasn't here," Harry whispered, curling up the best he could in Draco's arms.
Fear made Draco shiver. The very idea of life without Harry made him feel ill. "Look at me," he insisted, pulling his face back to look at Harry again.
Harry sniffled and slowly looked up at Draco, feeling and looking miserable.
Draco looked into those amazingly expressive green eyes and found his heart clenching so painfully that he didn't know how to breathe for a minute. "No," he managed, "no, I wouldn't. I can't ... I won't make it without you."
Harry looked in Draco's eyes for a long moment, really seeing the truth behind his words in them. "I wouldn't be able to make it without you, either," he whispered, sliding his arms around Draco's neck and holding on tightly. "Don't leave me, I didn't mean it."
"Never leaving your side," Draco answered. "And you promised not to leave me. That means you don't give up."
"I don't give up," Harry repeated, taking a deep breath and nodding. He never did give up, but this was so hard. "I'll never give up. As long as you're here with me."
"Good," Draco smiled, "glad that's settled. So, you ready to get up?"
"Not really, but I should go to the bathroom," Harry answered, sighing softly.
Draco kissed him quickly, then picked his lover up in his arms. "We can spend today in here if you like," he agreed. "I will get Dobby to bring us food up."
Harry nodded, liking the sound of a change for once. Every day they were in the sitting room, every single day. "Thank you so much, Draco ... for everything."
Draco huffed, carrying Harry to the bathroom.