Burn me alive

CHAPTER 3- SCARS
As he sat there, arms wrapped around the boy, he felt Draco lean back slightly.
'Some things are better left forgotten.' rang through Harry's head. What was Draco so eager to remember while fighting to forget.
"Are you tired?", Draco asked, pulling his face back to look at Harry. So close. Maybe too close?
Was Draco maddeningly uncomfortable yet? When would he become so? He was so close... Harry felt every exhale whisp over his own lips. Something akin to a magnetic pull seemed to make the face get closer.
"Potter?"
Harry snapped back to reality.
"Yea...yea, I have several guest rooms. You can just pick one."
Draco went riggid and looked away,slightly widened eyes trained to the floor. His arms still around Harry's neck, one hand in his hair. Harry's hands still linked, resting on Draco's mid-back.
"Do you not want to sleep alone?"
Draco didn't answer, he was too lost in his own thoughts. Why was he so needy to keep the contact between the two of them?
Because it felt good. Not the way Harry was touching him, but being touched. Threat free.
Harry retrieved one of his arms, these thoughtful moments being the best times to ask questions. He pushed Draco back a bit and lightly nudged his chin up so that Draco was looking at him. That deer in the headlights look written all over his face. He looked maybe as if he wanted to cry..or maybe scream? Kill him? Something drastic.
"Why do you hurt yourself like that Draco? You could've been seriously injured..hell you were seriously injured!"
Draco pulled his face back. Didn't want to talk about it.
"I told you, I have to."
"Why!" Harry found himself getting very tired of that answer.
"I don't bloody know Potter! Why don't you have to do it? Why are you so close to me right now? Why'd your parents have to die? Why did you have to lead the war? Not everything makes sense. Some of us are just born like that."
"You were not born this way Draco. You were lying on the bottom of my tub sobbing! Something is not ok here, you're covered in scars."
"Are you not?" Draco spat at him dropping his arms from Harry's neck.
"You want to tell me you went through a war as first line of defence and got away with no scars? I hardly think your skin is perfect under those clothes."
Harry sighed, slowly standing from his knees and rubbing them as they stung and caught while trying to straighten them. He hobbled over to the closet to get Draco sheets.
"I didn't cause my own scars. Others inflicted them on me. I had no chice." Harry plainly stated as if it was obvious and different.
"So now your imperfections are better than mine? I suppose next you'll be telling me you cry better or you piss in a straighter line? I didn't cause all of mine either Potter and I had no choice. I hate all of them, and I remember every-single-one. Arrogant prick." Draco wrapped his arms around himself, fists clinching on his shirt.
Harry stopped mid step towards Draco, this was it, this was his chance. This was the good old Draco. The one so eager to point out how much more whatever he was than Harry.
He glided over to the bed, setting down the sheets and pulling his shirt over his head.
"Potter what ARE you doing! Put your clothes back on this insta-"
"Sectumsempra" Harry stated, running four fingers over slash marks that went over his abdomin, as if he had been scratched.
"The one I got you with only caused one cut. Imagine 4 at once?"
Draco sat there for a second. Dumbfounded.
"You think this is a competition?"
Harry smirked,
"No, I'm just saying. My scars have pretty greusome stories behind them, thought you might be interested."
"Potter, your pain not only disinterests me, but nothing you could possibly say could be any worse than personal experiences of mine."
Harry pointed to his rib cage where a purple scar stuck out all the way around his left side,
"Crucio made my muscles tense so badly that I snapped a rib in half. Had to go to a muggle hospital and have screws and plates put in. You ever broken anything?"
Draco sat for a second, contemplating...something. He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. Now that Harry wasn't either attempting to look everywhere but his body, or keep the boy alive, he realized just how scarred up he really was. He watched as Draco ran a hand acrossed his ribs.
"I've broken all of them...several much more than once. My right wrist has been snapped at least 3 times, my forearm..I really have no idea exactly which bones have been broken twice each." He ran a hand up his arm, then one across a pointed clavical.
"Right collar bone once, left one 5 times." He ran a hand the hand from his arm to his chest then clavical followed by his neck and jaw line. Harry watched as the delicate fingers miticulously ran there way up to his forehead and slid down.
"Nose...I don't even know how many times" acrossed his cheeks,
"Zygomatic arch...more than 8", back down his jaw,
"Jaw...upwards of 20"
Harry stood for a second, attempting to absorb the information. Try to imagine what on earth could cause so much damage for the 3 or less weeks he could've been there.
"You're lying?"
Draco's eyes went wide.
"What?"
"There's no way...no bloody way that you could break that many things and not have bled out or at the very least still have some things broken right now. When we checked you, you had a broken rib that could've just been a fracture and a lot of bruises?"
Draco's eyes narrowed.
"They healed me afterwards so they could just keep going. Not all the time mind you, quite often they'd leave the wrists broken so I couldn't do anything violently towards them..." Draco cut off sharply. Images running wild through his mind. He covered his face with his hands and shook his head 'no' trying to clear them.


"STOP" Draco screamed, feeling as if his insides were turning to mush under the weight of the man on top of him.
"You're going to crush me you obese-" A fist collided with his face. Draco whimpered and turned his head spitting blood as the large mans robe roughly scraped across Draco's chest making him squirm and violently pull in the other direction. This earned him the mans large hand around his tiny wrist which snapped like a twig under his tight grip. Draco screamed to the point where, sometimes he wondered if he'd actually break his vocal cords. The man laughed his deep, scratchy laugh.
"Disgusting" Draco panted pulling the broken arm onto his chest,
"Evil, wretched, pervert." The man scraped Draco's back across the floor with the force of him entering the boy, earning another earshattering scream.
"Talk dirty to me Draco" The man gruffly mumbled in his ear as he thrust in and out of him.
"I love it when you act like you don't enjoy it"

"I don't" Draco mumbled, hands in his hair.
"I don't like it." He violently shook his head no, curled into a ball on the edge of the bed rocking back and forth.
Harry walked up, arms outstretched to remove Draco's hands,
"Draco-" his hand touched one of the one's on Draco's head, causing Draco to grab Harry's arm and start flapping his limbs. Smacking Harry several times, getting him in the stomach once, and once squarely in the eye.
Harry finally just shoved Draco down on the bed and straddled him, pinning his arms down by the wrist and placing his knees on his biceps. Draco apparently didn't like this position as he flailed and writhed to the point of exhaustion for both of them. He screamed obscenities and wishes that this would all stop and how and why. As he slowed down Harry leaned down and whispered in his ear,
"People hurt you?"
Draco nodded, trying to catch his breath and still trying to pull his arms away from Harry's grasp.
"And they tried to make you think you liked it?"
Draco stilled for a moment, he pushed his hips upwards into Harry's groin, catching the boy of guard but not getting him to jump off of Draco.
"I do like it" Draco groaned.
He picked his head up, straining his neck and colliding his lips with Harry's. This did, however, throw Harry completely off. Teeth smashed together and Harry was sure he'd have a fat lip tomorrow. But for some reason, a second later when they pulled apart for air, still gasping from the earlier struggle, they both returned open mouthed. Tongues at the ready. Harry moved his hands from Draco's wrists to the sides of his head, pushing the boys face even closer to his as he moaned into Draco's mouth as Draco dug his nails into Harry's back. The level of desperation the two of them shared as one sucked on the others tongue was maddening. Draco ran his hands down Harry's back and the boy disconnected their mouthes long enough to scream,
"Ah, fuck, Draco that hurts." Which Draco dutifully ignored, removing his hands from Harry's back and ripping his glasses off his face so they could get closer.
Tongues lapped around in eachothers mouthes, several times escaping to Draco's neck or nibbling on Harry's collar bone. An overly viscious bite made Harry howel, not for long before Draco's mouth once again took presidence over breathing. Writhing underneathe Harry as he pushed his hips up, begging for friction.
"Hurt me Harry", Draco growled into the brunettes mouth, grabbing one of Harry's hands and making it form a claw as he clamped his mouth back over Harry's, taking that claw and ripping it down his own chest.
Harry decided the feeling of having Draco orgasmically moan into his mouth was probably the best thing he could ever experience, as he took his hand and put it on Draco's back, digging his nails in and slowly dragging them down as Draco screamed into Harry's mouth. Draco pulled his face away, thudding his head back on the bed and violently jerking it to the side as Harry's nails continued down his back, arching his entire body upwards into Harry's, mouth agape in a silent scream as odd squeeks came out, along with whimpers and begs for more.
Harry removed his hand from Draco's back, reaching down to turn Draco's face back towards his. Catching a glance at his burred hand, the fuzzy tips of his fingers tinted in an unatural colour that couldn't have been caused just by his lack of glasses.
"We can't do this..." He gargled out.
Draco opened his eyes, turning his head to face Harry and then following his glance to the barely pink tipped fingers.
"It's just a little blood, come on" He took Harry's hand slipping one of the fingers into his mouth, sucking away the blood. Harry jerked back his hand, making Draco jerk away and cover his face.
"We can't do this Draco." Harry said shakily sitting up.
"Not until you're better...at the very least..."
Draco moved his arms from his face, mouth slightly open in shock and obviously hurt. He stared at Harry for a second until Harry looked back.
"But..." Draco blinked a few times, looking like he wanted to cry,
"I'm not sick..." He furrowed his brow.
"You will regret what just happened in the morning and I'm sorry I didn't stop you to begin with." Harry said getting off of Draco causing the boy to shiver at the sudden temperature drop.
Harry watched as Draco closed his eyes, face scrunched up slightly, and wrapped his arms around himself.
"That's not why..."
"What? Then why?" Harry said through his shirt as he slipped it back over his head.
"You're disgusted by me" Draco bit his lip, digging his own fingers into his sides.
"You look at me and know. Everyone knows. They know what happened, they know what I let happen. And they're disgusted. Just like you" Draco whispered, sitting up with his arms still wrapped around himself as he stood to get his shirt shaking his head 'no'.
"Draco, I have no idea what happened to you, and I most certainly am not disgusted by you...-"
He heard the door click as Draco walked out, shirt and sheets in hand.