A Savior

I suppose you can say that this floo call changed Draco Malfoy’s life. When one sees their godfather in the green fire, amidst reading some random summer reading, hears news concerning Harry Potter, one knows it isn’t good news. In fact it was terrible news. Severus knew the relationship between Draco and Harry and once he heard the Potter needed a healer, he knew it couldn’t be good, and firecalled Draco right away. Everyone knew that he despised Potter for always failing in every potion attempt, but since he made his godson happy, he guessed why not. Draco never had any affection from his family, the only role model was his godfather, who was grateful that his godson had finally found someone.

Draco, however, was not taking the situation lightly. Running up the corridor to the hospital wing with haste, he saw what was left of Harry. Harry was nothing more than a skeleton covered with skin. All the color had drained out of his face and his body was limp, his eyes contorted in pain, his arms wrapped with bandages.

“I tried to heal him as best as I can, and he should be fine in a few days but… I don’t know how he is emotionally”

“what do you mean emotionally” Draco smeared, walking over to see his lover. Blinking away tears and kept his stone cold face while holding onto Harry’s hand.

“Well, from what the tests show and my examination, Harry has been raped, repeatedly. I’m sure that this just happened during the summer because during the school year, he was fine. However, although Harry will heal physically, it is his mental state that I am not able to heal”

The healer spoke many words, but Draco could hear nothing as his eyes set upon the black mop of hair. How can he call that hair But even if he had said this aloud, his lover would not be able to laugh at his joke. It was truly a difficult time.

Harry had lost so much during the last year, Voldemort dying, left many others to die as well. They are now in their last year at Hogwarts and were continuing their relationship that had developed over the years preparing for the war. It started off as a simply childhood fight, which lead to many miscommunications, but they decided to put it all behind them. They got to know each other, and now, it was just love.

Opposites sure do attract. Harry was sweet and kind, while Draco was cold and protective. But everyone knew that the only person that could calm Draco was Harry. They had many flings in the past but nothing could suffice. Draco remembered the last time he had seen his Harry, and his beautiful smile. He smiled when thinking of Harry and the burnt cookies. He had told Harry not to try to bake, but being Harry, of course he didn’t take Draco’s advice and had burnt 4 batches of cookies. Draco still ate them and said that they were the best he had ever tasted, and the “YEAH?” spoken by a childish Harry, who tried to impress Draco but to no prevail. Or the time when they had supposedly bumped into each other in the restricted section of the library. Harry's lips were so sweet, and their hands were everywhere, pulling on each other's hair, hips grinding against thigh, and Draco grabbing Harry's pert ass. He would have fucked Harry right then and there if a first year had not stumbled in. Harry was flushed with embarrassment while Draco gave the first year a look that sent him running back to his dormitory to hide. It was so hot and turned Draco on so much to have Harry so close and remembering Harry's smell. It was all too good to be true and as Draco reminisced on other thoughts, he felt a tug on his heart. He would never openly admit that to anyone besides Harry. Draco slowly fell asleep next to Harry’s bed, never letting go of his hand.

When the warm morning sun perched through the window, Draco awoke to the sudden movement from the person on the bed, Harry had yanked his hand away.

“Harry! Oh thank God! You’re awake!” Draco got up, hugged Harry, and ran to find the Healer.

Within 5 minutes, tests were being done again and with confirmation from the Healer, Draco had another chance to be with his lover.

“Harry, you had me so worried” his stone hard face was now caring and warm as he brushed Harry’s bangs to the side. “I wrote to you many times, but you never replied. Severus later told me that all of your letters were confiscated by your family. Oh, how I missed you Harry. You don’t even know what it was like. And…” his sentence trailed off, because there was no reply, usually, Harry would say something like “I miss you too” or “I wanted to see you” but there was no response. Draco looked into Harry’s eyes and saw a confused Harry looking at him. There was dead silence until Harry spoke words that broke Draco’s heart.

“Who are you?”