Beauty's Beast (Sequel to Blind Beauty) COMPLETE
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Remembering
Chapter Number/Total: 18/24
Chapter Title: Remembering
Words: 2671 Words
Draco rummaged around in the trunk and then pulled out the Quidditch gloves. He held them up. "Remember these?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked up and grinned, nodding when he remembered immediately. "Of course. Didn't need them after a while ...."
Draco grinned, remembering how he had learned Harry liked the claws, then frowned. He shook his head and sighed, handing the gloves to Harry. "Hold these," he said, picking his lover up in his arms to carry him downstairs. This had been something he used to do for fun, now it was necessary.
Harry curled up a little in Draco's arms, used to being carried around now. But he saw Draco's frown and thought that it was because of him -- that he was getting tired of carrying him around constantly.
They made their way downstairs to the sitting room where Tonks and Remus were waiting for them.
"You sure you can handle her?" Tonks asked again. "We don't want to put more of a burden on you."
"I miss watching her," Harry replied, looking over at Tonks. He also missed playing and crawling around with her, but he didn't mention it. "We can handle her."
Draco nodded, settling Harry into the big chair with pillows on either side of his hips to help support him. He then took the gloves from Harry and held them up. "I have it covered," he said to Tonks and Remus.
Remus chuckled, nodding. "Pretty good idea," he said.
Harry slumped in the chair a little, smiling at him. "You'll finally hold her. She'll love it, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes and glanced over at the cot where Elise was sleeping. Remus and Tonks gathered their coats and headed out.
"Have fun," Harry said, gripping the pillows and trying his best to pull himself up. His arms weren't as weak as they were when he first came home. "Bring the cot over here."
Draco took the edges of the bassinet and carried it over to set beside his lover's chair. Either the baby was close to waking or he wasn't careful enough because she blinked up at him. "Hi," he said to her. She babbled at him.
"That means, 'Hi, how are you'," Harry said, laughing softly as he leaned over to get a better look at her.
Draco's gloved hands only shook a little bit when he reached in to pick her up. She squealed in delight, patting the gloves. He lifted her and placed her in Harry's lap.
Harry grinned down at Elise. "You're just getting bigger and bigger," he said, noticing that her hair had grown a little. He petted it, laughing when she tried to pull on his fingers. "Soon you'll learn how to walk ...."
Draco perched on the arm of the chair, close to Harry and Elise. "It's amazing watching her grow," he said.
"I know," Harry said, sighing softly. "Soon she'll be running around. Kind of makes me feel old." He shrugged, glancing at Draco. "I feel like I've lived such a long life."
Draco snorted and shook his head, but he understood. They had been through so much already and neither of them had reached their twenty-first birthday.
"I think things'll calm down now, though," Harry continued, nodding as he looked down at Elise. He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "We can live our lives. In peace."
"Yes," Draco agreed, kissing his lover on the forehead.
"Here, hold her," Harry said, picking her up and holding her out for Draco.
Draco picked up the girl, holding her awkwardly. She batted at his face.
Harry held back a giggle. "Cradle her ... like you hold me."
Draco blushed, but did his best to hold Elise the way Harry said. It actually felt good. It was awkward with the thick gloves but he liked the warmth and weight of her.
Harry leaned back in the chair and watched them with a lazy smile. "See how nice it is?" he asked.
"You still get to change the nappies," Draco replied, smirking.
Harry made a small face, sticking his tongue out at Draco. "Fine. It's not so bad anyway."
***
They had had a good evening. Draco had even enjoyed chasing little Elise around. Rolling a ball that she would then crawl after. She was terrible at throwing it, though, and he would usually have to retrieve it again to roll it back to her. Sometimes he would toss it to Harry to roll next, taking turns. He loved watching Harry catch it and smirked at the memories of Quidditch it brought back.
Now it was late. Tonks and Remus had come home and taken their offspring off Harry and Draco's hands. Draco was carrying Harry to bed.
"I never knew playing with a toy like that could be so much fun," Harry commented, smiling as he looked up at Draco. "Can't wait till we watch her again."
Draco smiled back and nodded. It had been fun. He took them through what was becoming their nightly routine -- helping Harry in the bathroom, then taking him to bed and helping him off with his clothes. He tried to suppress the way seeing Harry naked still aroused him even under these new circumstances.
Harry lay back on the bed looking up at Draco as the man pulled his clothes off. He could tell how he was still affected, and how badly he worked to hold it back. He didn't want Draco to do that; Harry was here for him. Even if he couldn't have sex and feel it, he felt Draco should. "Draco ...."
"Yes?" Draco asked distractedly, setting Harry's clothes aside and then working on his own.
"I want you," Harry said softly, just the way he knew Draco liked it.
Draco did feel his pulse speed up at the words he loved, but shook his head. "What?" he asked, wondering what Harry could be talking about.
"I want you," he repeated, wishing he could open his legs for him. "Don't you want me?"
Draco climbed in bed with his lover. He lay on his side, head propped up on one hand, and looked at him. "You know I still want you," he said softly.
"And I still want you," Harry said, resting a hand on Draco's arm. "Why are you holding back?"
Draco snorted in response. "You can't feel it, Harry," he answered.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be able to, either," Harry said, looking at him honestly.
Draco closed his eyes and shook his head. "That doesn't sound like much fun for you," he said.
"But it is ... knowing that I'm making you feel good," Harry insisted. "Please? I hate that you're holding back like this. I want you to be happy."
Draco opened his eyes again, looking into Harry's earnest green ones. "You have been hurt enough. You don't need to do anything for my sake."
"I love you. I'll do anything for you ... including this," Harry said quietly. "I have been hurt, but I know you'll never hurt me. Ever."
Draco shook his head. "Every time we had sex I hurt you," he answered.
"You know that was different," Harry said, blushing a little. "I liked that."
"And now, because you won't be aroused, it will hurt," Draco answered.
Harry bit his lip softly, looking down at his body. "I can't feel anything. You can. And I want you to remember it."
Draco reached out, using the back of his hand to stroke Harry's cheek. "I love you," he whispered. "I love being with you even without the sex."
"But I can tell you still want me that way," Harry said, looking up at him again, "and you can have me."
Draco swallowed, his heart speeding up. Yes, he did want Harry. He was always aroused around the man, yet it seemed like taking advantage of Harry to do this if he couldn't feel it. He scooted closer, bending to kiss his lover tenderly.
Harry leaned up the best he could, kissing him back deeply.
When Harry's arms slid around his neck, Draco trembled, his tongue caressing his lover's. "Mmm," he hummed, his body definitely responding.
Harry pulled back after a few minutes of just kissing, slowly running his tongue over Draco's lips. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Draco moaned at the words, pressing his body along Harry's. "Let me take my time," he whispered back, licking and kissing along Harry's jaw to his neck.
Harry let his head fall to the side, humming softly. He could feel the same tingle in his stomach, but nothing else happened to him besides his skin flushing.
Draco sucked on Harry's neck and stroked his lover's chest. He pressed his now hardening cock against Harry's hip, rocking against his body.
Harry wanted to rub back against him, but of course he couldn't. He moaned a little in frustration, wanting to do more.
Draco continued down, licking his way to a dark nipple and then teasing it with his tongue.
Harry moaned again, his eyes falling shut. Every nibble sent another tingle through his stomach. But it was just no use, all he could feel were the teasing licks and nips, but nothing came of it. Again, it was frustrating.
Draco sucked that hardening flesh into his mouth, lightly nipping at it.
Harry started to gasp softly, his chest rising and falling quickly. "Draco," he whispered.
Draco lifted his face and looked up. "Harry?"
"More ...." Harry whispered the word before he could stop himself. He knew that there wasn't much more Draco could do.
Draco gasped, loving hearing that and returning to suck and lick Harry's chest.
"Yes," Harry hissed, arching his back and reaching to grip Draco's shoulder.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, loving the reactions. Yes, this is what he needed. It was Harry that made him feel like this. Harry's desire for him.
Harry had his eyes closed, moans escaping him every few seconds. In Harry's mind he was hard and ready for Draco, his hips rocking with the need to be taken.
"Oh, my beauty," Draco sighed. He reached for the lube and handed it to Harry. "Slick my cock, make me ready for you," he told him.
Harry opened his eyes and nodded quickly, squeezing the lube onto his hands. "Come closer," he whispered, waiting for him to move before he reached out and wrapped his hand around Draco's cock, smoothing the lubricant over the flesh.
Draco knelt beside him and moaned, throwing his head back in delight. It felt like it had been forever since he had been touched like this.
Harry smiled up at him, stroking him for much longer than he needed.
Draco trembled and moaned. When Harry released him, he asked, "Can you reach yourself, to prepare?" Times like this made him wish again that he didn't have claws. He wanted to touch Harry himself.
Harry wasn't sure, but he nodded, reaching for the lube again. "Can you ... can you open my legs?" he asked quietly.
Draco moved Harry's legs and bent one, holding it over one shoulder as he knelt between his thighs. He watched, licking his lips as he gazed at Harry's fingers pressing inside his opening.
It was weird, definitely weird, not being able to feel what he was doing. Once he was done, Harry pulled his fingers out and laid back on the bed, waiting for Draco.
One hand still holding Harry's leg on his shoulder, Draco pressed the head of his cock into his lover, his eyes focused completely on Harry's face.
Harry looked back at Draco, not reacting to being breached after such a long time. In fact, he was still looking at Draco expectantly, as if somehow he'd be able to feel it.
Draco realised then what was happening. "I can feel your tight hole as my cock slides inside you," he said huskily. "It's warm and slick and I am stretching you, filling you." He groaned as he did just that, pressing in until he could feel Harry's buttocks against his thighs.
Harry gasped softly, his face flushing again as he glanced down quickly to see if he was right. "Does it feel good?" he asked quietly.
"Being inside you feels wonderful," Draco said. "I want you to imagine it as I do this, remember what it feels like."
Harry bit his lip softly and nodded, closing his eyes and trying hard to remember how Draco felt when they were like this.
Draco flexed his hips, withdrawing part way and then thrusting inside again. "Yes, fucking you, my beauty," he said, "sliding out of that tight hole that clings to me like you want me and then welcomes me back inside."
Harry's hands moved to grip the sheets as he was pulled back into a memory of them together, moaning softly when he heard Draco's words.
Draco began thrusting hard enough that Harry could feel his entire body move with it. "Yes, sliding inside you and then nearly out with your body shuddering beneath me, needing me as much as I need you," Draco continued in that husky voice.
Harry shuddered, opening his eyes so he could look up at Draco as he moved. "Are you getting close?" Harry asked quietly moments later, willing his hips to move somehow.
"Yes, going to fill you with my seed," Draco gasped, moving faster and panting now. The fingers holding Harry's leg tightened and the claws sunk into the skin.
Harry's eyes trailed down Draco's body till he reached his own, feeling as though he wasn't actually laying here having sex. It felt like he was just watching from up above. He saw Draco's claws sink in and the blood that welled up, but he couldn't feel any of it. He wanted to feel it so badly.
Draco moaned and thrust hard, coming inside his lover's body. He trembled and held there for a minute.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry in frustration. He wanted this, he asked for it, but it was harder than he thought.
Draco was panting as he let himself slide out of Harry's body. He lowered the man's leg to the bed and bent to lick the bloody wounds.
Harry opened his eyes a little and looked to see what Draco was doing, his lips beginning to tremble. "I can't feel it ..." he whispered.
Draco looked up. Seeing Harry's face, he quickly moved up beside him and wrapped his arms around him. "Harry," he whispered worriedly.
"This is so hard," Harry mumbled, tears slipping out of his eyes. "It's been weeks ... but I can't get used to it ...."
Pulling Harry against his chest, Draco petted and rocked him. "I shouldn't have ...."
"No, I wanted you to, I'm glad you did," Harry said quickly, rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest. "I just feel like I can't do anything but just be here."
Draco shook with anger at the men who had done this to his lover. He had killed two of them and wished he had killed the third. But it didn't heal Harry. "I love you," he whispered. "What I really need is that you are here, with me."
Harry continued wiping away his tears, still feeling like it wasn't enough but grateful that Draco still wanted him.
Draco shook his head. "Summon your wand," he said. "I want you to clean and heal yourself. You know what the Healers said about infection."
Harry held a hand out and quietly Summoned his wand, thinking that he'd ruined whatever afterglow they had. He cleaned the both of them and, with one last glance, he healed the wounds on his leg.
"Draco?" Harry spoke quietly.
"Yes?" Draco answered, watching Harry as he did the magic.
"I don't want to let this destroy me," Harry said, setting his wand down and looking at Draco.
"No, it won't," Draco replied, fear curling in his stomach at the very idea.
Chapter Title: Remembering
Words: 2671 Words
Draco rummaged around in the trunk and then pulled out the Quidditch gloves. He held them up. "Remember these?" he asked Harry.
Harry looked up and grinned, nodding when he remembered immediately. "Of course. Didn't need them after a while ...."
Draco grinned, remembering how he had learned Harry liked the claws, then frowned. He shook his head and sighed, handing the gloves to Harry. "Hold these," he said, picking his lover up in his arms to carry him downstairs. This had been something he used to do for fun, now it was necessary.
Harry curled up a little in Draco's arms, used to being carried around now. But he saw Draco's frown and thought that it was because of him -- that he was getting tired of carrying him around constantly.
They made their way downstairs to the sitting room where Tonks and Remus were waiting for them.
"You sure you can handle her?" Tonks asked again. "We don't want to put more of a burden on you."
"I miss watching her," Harry replied, looking over at Tonks. He also missed playing and crawling around with her, but he didn't mention it. "We can handle her."
Draco nodded, settling Harry into the big chair with pillows on either side of his hips to help support him. He then took the gloves from Harry and held them up. "I have it covered," he said to Tonks and Remus.
Remus chuckled, nodding. "Pretty good idea," he said.
Harry slumped in the chair a little, smiling at him. "You'll finally hold her. She'll love it, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes and glanced over at the cot where Elise was sleeping. Remus and Tonks gathered their coats and headed out.
"Have fun," Harry said, gripping the pillows and trying his best to pull himself up. His arms weren't as weak as they were when he first came home. "Bring the cot over here."
Draco took the edges of the bassinet and carried it over to set beside his lover's chair. Either the baby was close to waking or he wasn't careful enough because she blinked up at him. "Hi," he said to her. She babbled at him.
"That means, 'Hi, how are you'," Harry said, laughing softly as he leaned over to get a better look at her.
Draco's gloved hands only shook a little bit when he reached in to pick her up. She squealed in delight, patting the gloves. He lifted her and placed her in Harry's lap.
Harry grinned down at Elise. "You're just getting bigger and bigger," he said, noticing that her hair had grown a little. He petted it, laughing when she tried to pull on his fingers. "Soon you'll learn how to walk ...."
Draco perched on the arm of the chair, close to Harry and Elise. "It's amazing watching her grow," he said.
"I know," Harry said, sighing softly. "Soon she'll be running around. Kind of makes me feel old." He shrugged, glancing at Draco. "I feel like I've lived such a long life."
Draco snorted and shook his head, but he understood. They had been through so much already and neither of them had reached their twenty-first birthday.
"I think things'll calm down now, though," Harry continued, nodding as he looked down at Elise. He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "We can live our lives. In peace."
"Yes," Draco agreed, kissing his lover on the forehead.
"Here, hold her," Harry said, picking her up and holding her out for Draco.
Draco picked up the girl, holding her awkwardly. She batted at his face.
Harry held back a giggle. "Cradle her ... like you hold me."
Draco blushed, but did his best to hold Elise the way Harry said. It actually felt good. It was awkward with the thick gloves but he liked the warmth and weight of her.
Harry leaned back in the chair and watched them with a lazy smile. "See how nice it is?" he asked.
"You still get to change the nappies," Draco replied, smirking.
Harry made a small face, sticking his tongue out at Draco. "Fine. It's not so bad anyway."
***
They had had a good evening. Draco had even enjoyed chasing little Elise around. Rolling a ball that she would then crawl after. She was terrible at throwing it, though, and he would usually have to retrieve it again to roll it back to her. Sometimes he would toss it to Harry to roll next, taking turns. He loved watching Harry catch it and smirked at the memories of Quidditch it brought back.
Now it was late. Tonks and Remus had come home and taken their offspring off Harry and Draco's hands. Draco was carrying Harry to bed.
"I never knew playing with a toy like that could be so much fun," Harry commented, smiling as he looked up at Draco. "Can't wait till we watch her again."
Draco smiled back and nodded. It had been fun. He took them through what was becoming their nightly routine -- helping Harry in the bathroom, then taking him to bed and helping him off with his clothes. He tried to suppress the way seeing Harry naked still aroused him even under these new circumstances.
Harry lay back on the bed looking up at Draco as the man pulled his clothes off. He could tell how he was still affected, and how badly he worked to hold it back. He didn't want Draco to do that; Harry was here for him. Even if he couldn't have sex and feel it, he felt Draco should. "Draco ...."
"Yes?" Draco asked distractedly, setting Harry's clothes aside and then working on his own.
"I want you," Harry said softly, just the way he knew Draco liked it.
Draco did feel his pulse speed up at the words he loved, but shook his head. "What?" he asked, wondering what Harry could be talking about.
"I want you," he repeated, wishing he could open his legs for him. "Don't you want me?"
Draco climbed in bed with his lover. He lay on his side, head propped up on one hand, and looked at him. "You know I still want you," he said softly.
"And I still want you," Harry said, resting a hand on Draco's arm. "Why are you holding back?"
Draco snorted in response. "You can't feel it, Harry," he answered.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be able to, either," Harry said, looking at him honestly.
Draco closed his eyes and shook his head. "That doesn't sound like much fun for you," he said.
"But it is ... knowing that I'm making you feel good," Harry insisted. "Please? I hate that you're holding back like this. I want you to be happy."
Draco opened his eyes again, looking into Harry's earnest green ones. "You have been hurt enough. You don't need to do anything for my sake."
"I love you. I'll do anything for you ... including this," Harry said quietly. "I have been hurt, but I know you'll never hurt me. Ever."
Draco shook his head. "Every time we had sex I hurt you," he answered.
"You know that was different," Harry said, blushing a little. "I liked that."
"And now, because you won't be aroused, it will hurt," Draco answered.
Harry bit his lip softly, looking down at his body. "I can't feel anything. You can. And I want you to remember it."
Draco reached out, using the back of his hand to stroke Harry's cheek. "I love you," he whispered. "I love being with you even without the sex."
"But I can tell you still want me that way," Harry said, looking up at him again, "and you can have me."
Draco swallowed, his heart speeding up. Yes, he did want Harry. He was always aroused around the man, yet it seemed like taking advantage of Harry to do this if he couldn't feel it. He scooted closer, bending to kiss his lover tenderly.
Harry leaned up the best he could, kissing him back deeply.
When Harry's arms slid around his neck, Draco trembled, his tongue caressing his lover's. "Mmm," he hummed, his body definitely responding.
Harry pulled back after a few minutes of just kissing, slowly running his tongue over Draco's lips. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Draco moaned at the words, pressing his body along Harry's. "Let me take my time," he whispered back, licking and kissing along Harry's jaw to his neck.
Harry let his head fall to the side, humming softly. He could feel the same tingle in his stomach, but nothing else happened to him besides his skin flushing.
Draco sucked on Harry's neck and stroked his lover's chest. He pressed his now hardening cock against Harry's hip, rocking against his body.
Harry wanted to rub back against him, but of course he couldn't. He moaned a little in frustration, wanting to do more.
Draco continued down, licking his way to a dark nipple and then teasing it with his tongue.
Harry moaned again, his eyes falling shut. Every nibble sent another tingle through his stomach. But it was just no use, all he could feel were the teasing licks and nips, but nothing came of it. Again, it was frustrating.
Draco sucked that hardening flesh into his mouth, lightly nipping at it.
Harry started to gasp softly, his chest rising and falling quickly. "Draco," he whispered.
Draco lifted his face and looked up. "Harry?"
"More ...." Harry whispered the word before he could stop himself. He knew that there wasn't much more Draco could do.
Draco gasped, loving hearing that and returning to suck and lick Harry's chest.
"Yes," Harry hissed, arching his back and reaching to grip Draco's shoulder.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, loving the reactions. Yes, this is what he needed. It was Harry that made him feel like this. Harry's desire for him.
Harry had his eyes closed, moans escaping him every few seconds. In Harry's mind he was hard and ready for Draco, his hips rocking with the need to be taken.
"Oh, my beauty," Draco sighed. He reached for the lube and handed it to Harry. "Slick my cock, make me ready for you," he told him.
Harry opened his eyes and nodded quickly, squeezing the lube onto his hands. "Come closer," he whispered, waiting for him to move before he reached out and wrapped his hand around Draco's cock, smoothing the lubricant over the flesh.
Draco knelt beside him and moaned, throwing his head back in delight. It felt like it had been forever since he had been touched like this.
Harry smiled up at him, stroking him for much longer than he needed.
Draco trembled and moaned. When Harry released him, he asked, "Can you reach yourself, to prepare?" Times like this made him wish again that he didn't have claws. He wanted to touch Harry himself.
Harry wasn't sure, but he nodded, reaching for the lube again. "Can you ... can you open my legs?" he asked quietly.
Draco moved Harry's legs and bent one, holding it over one shoulder as he knelt between his thighs. He watched, licking his lips as he gazed at Harry's fingers pressing inside his opening.
It was weird, definitely weird, not being able to feel what he was doing. Once he was done, Harry pulled his fingers out and laid back on the bed, waiting for Draco.
One hand still holding Harry's leg on his shoulder, Draco pressed the head of his cock into his lover, his eyes focused completely on Harry's face.
Harry looked back at Draco, not reacting to being breached after such a long time. In fact, he was still looking at Draco expectantly, as if somehow he'd be able to feel it.
Draco realised then what was happening. "I can feel your tight hole as my cock slides inside you," he said huskily. "It's warm and slick and I am stretching you, filling you." He groaned as he did just that, pressing in until he could feel Harry's buttocks against his thighs.
Harry gasped softly, his face flushing again as he glanced down quickly to see if he was right. "Does it feel good?" he asked quietly.
"Being inside you feels wonderful," Draco said. "I want you to imagine it as I do this, remember what it feels like."
Harry bit his lip softly and nodded, closing his eyes and trying hard to remember how Draco felt when they were like this.
Draco flexed his hips, withdrawing part way and then thrusting inside again. "Yes, fucking you, my beauty," he said, "sliding out of that tight hole that clings to me like you want me and then welcomes me back inside."
Harry's hands moved to grip the sheets as he was pulled back into a memory of them together, moaning softly when he heard Draco's words.
Draco began thrusting hard enough that Harry could feel his entire body move with it. "Yes, sliding inside you and then nearly out with your body shuddering beneath me, needing me as much as I need you," Draco continued in that husky voice.
Harry shuddered, opening his eyes so he could look up at Draco as he moved. "Are you getting close?" Harry asked quietly moments later, willing his hips to move somehow.
"Yes, going to fill you with my seed," Draco gasped, moving faster and panting now. The fingers holding Harry's leg tightened and the claws sunk into the skin.
Harry's eyes trailed down Draco's body till he reached his own, feeling as though he wasn't actually laying here having sex. It felt like he was just watching from up above. He saw Draco's claws sink in and the blood that welled up, but he couldn't feel any of it. He wanted to feel it so badly.
Draco moaned and thrust hard, coming inside his lover's body. He trembled and held there for a minute.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry in frustration. He wanted this, he asked for it, but it was harder than he thought.
Draco was panting as he let himself slide out of Harry's body. He lowered the man's leg to the bed and bent to lick the bloody wounds.
Harry opened his eyes a little and looked to see what Draco was doing, his lips beginning to tremble. "I can't feel it ..." he whispered.
Draco looked up. Seeing Harry's face, he quickly moved up beside him and wrapped his arms around him. "Harry," he whispered worriedly.
"This is so hard," Harry mumbled, tears slipping out of his eyes. "It's been weeks ... but I can't get used to it ...."
Pulling Harry against his chest, Draco petted and rocked him. "I shouldn't have ...."
"No, I wanted you to, I'm glad you did," Harry said quickly, rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest. "I just feel like I can't do anything but just be here."
Draco shook with anger at the men who had done this to his lover. He had killed two of them and wished he had killed the third. But it didn't heal Harry. "I love you," he whispered. "What I really need is that you are here, with me."
Harry continued wiping away his tears, still feeling like it wasn't enough but grateful that Draco still wanted him.
Draco shook his head. "Summon your wand," he said. "I want you to clean and heal yourself. You know what the Healers said about infection."
Harry held a hand out and quietly Summoned his wand, thinking that he'd ruined whatever afterglow they had. He cleaned the both of them and, with one last glance, he healed the wounds on his leg.
"Draco?" Harry spoke quietly.
"Yes?" Draco answered, watching Harry as he did the magic.
"I don't want to let this destroy me," Harry said, setting his wand down and looking at Draco.
"No, it won't," Draco replied, fear curling in his stomach at the very idea.