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Chapter 9
Title:What Life Could Be
Author: Jih Pun (Amanda)
Rating: R – NC 17
Warnings: This is slash (boyXboy), dirty words, sex, sexual situations, hurt/comfort,
Mpreg, and drama, and some fluffy stuff.
Disclaimer: I know this is shocking but I don’t own Harry Potter…just my story line and
plot. J.K. Rowling is so lucky!
Chapter 9
Draco was curled up on his right side, facing the opposite direction of Bradley when he walked in carrying a plastic bag. Bradley reached down and pressed the back of his hand to the side of Draco’s pale face.
“Drake…you’re burning up.” Bradley whispered and put the bad on the bed. He went into the bathroom to get another washcloth for Draco’s forehead. When he returned, he saw Draco sitting up and snooping through the bag.
Bradley rushed towards his smaller lover, “No! Drake, let me! You’re ill and you shouldn’t be doing anything! Let me take care of you…”
Draco sighed and knew he wouldn’t win this and slumped back down into the bed, snuggling himself into the pillows. Bradley always insisted on taking care of things; being in charge.
Bradley dumped the contents of the bag out onto the bed and despite feeling like road kill, couldn’t help but smile. There were almost a dozen medicine boxes, ranging from ones to cure minor aches and pains to super potent flu stoppers.
Bradley blushed and smiled, “I didn’t know which one to get so I got them all…and I also got you some broth and some drinks so you don’t get dehydrated like you did when you got the flu last year…So, tell me what hurts…odds are I got something what will help in some way.”
When Draco spoke it was barely a whisper, “I hurt all over…my chest feels as if my heart is about to beat right through it…splitting headache…nausea…throwing up…and you said I had a fever…” When Draco stopped, he was out of breath.
“You’ve also had tremors, baby.” Bradley said while he examined several medicine boxes. “Let’s see…take two of these for flu-like symptoms…here’s two more pills for your nausea…and take one of these to settle your stomach.” Bradley handed over the pills and opened one of the drinks for Draco. “I got you the blue kind of Gatoraid. I didn’t know which flavor you liked.”
Draco took the pills in two go’s and sipped a little Gatoraid to help them down, “Thanks. That flavor is pretty good.” Draco settled down deeper into his bed.
“You try to rest some more. I’ll go put these things away and come check on you in a little bit. I’ll bring you some chicken broth when I return.” Bradley leaned down and kissed Draco’s forehead.
Bradley picked up the pile of medicine boxes and made his way out of the door.
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Bradley walked through his and Draco’s apartment, heading to the kitchen. He put the remaining medicines in a pantry above their microwave and put the drinks into the refrigerator, leaving one carton of broth out. He got out a pot from the sink that was sitting to dry and placed it on the stove.
‘Oh boy…what button do I use?’ Bradley thought to himself. He was never much of a cook; generally not eating anything that didn’t come in a can. Before he had met Draco, he was just a fast food junky and just-add-water professional.
He filled the pot halfway with chicken broth. He found the right button to turn the stove’s eye on and waited for it to heat. While waiting, he thought back of the first time he and Draco had stepped into this place.
They had been looking for a new place for a while and when they walked into this one, they knew it was it. Well, Bradley liked it because of the layout, but Draco liked it for the balcony they had on their back porch. If you walked outside onto the porch, you were overlooking a park with a fountain pond and children playing everywhere. He could see the look in his lover’s eyes when he saw children playing in the soft green grass with a puppy or each other.
Sighing, Bradley turned back to the task at hand. ‘Looks pretty done to me…I guess.’ He thought to himself as he poured the contents of the broth into a bowl with a spoon. Bradley put the bowl on a bed tray and walked to their bedroom, in hopes that this would make Draco feel better.
“Draco?...Hun wake up. I brought broth for you…” Bradley spoke quietly, trying not to startle the blonde.
Draco stirred and opened his eyes, slowly at first as if to test the light. ‘If the light doesn’t kill me, this damn taste will…’ He thought as he tasted bile in his mouth. His mantra he repeated to himself ‘Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up’.
He pushed himself up, shaking a little as he realized how weak his body was. He allowed Bradley to place the tray over his lap, “Thanks.”
“Be careful…the broth is pretty hot and I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
Draco smiled, “Thanks, Brad.”
“That’s what boyfriends are for, babe! Now eat! I’ll get you some gingerale.” Bradley got up and went towards the kitchen again, leaving Draco alone.
Draco really appreciated the help Bradley offered when he was ill, but it always bordered annoying. He treated Draco as if he was spun of glass and just breathing on him was dangerous.
Draco slurped down his broth and felt it gliding down his throat, making a warm trail to his stomach. He felt like he was being warmed up from the inside, considering he had felt like ice only hours before. He let out a sigh; he was feeling better all ready.
‘I probably just had some twenty-four hour bug…’ Draco thought in passing while drinking down the rest of his broth.
When Bradley returned, Draco was all ready finished, had moved the tray off to the side, and was trying to get out of bed.
“Draco! What are you doing?”
“Bath…”
Bradley walked up to Draco and lifted his hand, noticing Draco flinch and let out a breath as he felt the pale man’s face. “Your fever seems to have broken…How do you feel?”
“Loads better actually…That’s why I’m going to take a bath.” Draco began to walk towards that bathroom’s direction, only to be stopped by his boyfriend once more.
“Are you sure? I mean, you just ate! Don’t you want to rest and let it settle first to see if you’re going to get sick?”
Draco sighed, again, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Brad, I’m fine. I’ll be perfectly all right. It’s just a bath. Besides, if I do happen to get sick, I’ll be closer to the toilet anyways.”
“Fine, but I’m going with you…” Bradley spoke in a tone that left no room for discussion
Draco walked to the bathroom with Bradley walking behind. When they reached their destination, Bradley turned on the tap. Hot water flooded the bathtub, steam rising and dissipating into the air. Bradley put the stopper in the drain and the tub began to fill. He also added peach scented bubbles. The bubbles began to build up like fluffy towers.
Draco began unbuttoning his shirt when Bradley stopped him. Draco sighed, looking up, “Bradley, what is it now? I’d like to get on with my bath.”
Bradley didn’t speak, instead he began to unbutton Draco’s shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Bradley pushed in off Draco’s shoulders and let it pool onto the floor.
Draco didn’t want to look at Bradley taking his clothes off, so he looked down and to the left towards the bathtub with skyscrapers of bubbles. He still had the bruises; all violent shades of purple and blue. He still had the scratches; most still an offensive red and inflamed.
Bradley had gotten down on his knees and Draco couldn’t help but look. The blonde man’s lover had his arms wrapped around his waist, resting his head against his stomach. Draco lifted his hand and placed it on top of Bradley’s black hair, letting strands twist around his aristocratic fingers
Bradley spoke after a long, awkward silence, “How could you, Draco?...How could you love someone like me…after what I did to you?...I’m a terrible person to have hurt you…What have I done to deserve your love?”
Draco was too tired to deal with this today, “…you can’t help who you love, Bradley…and I know you didn’t mean it…you weren’t yourself…It’s over and finished.” Draco disentangled himself from Bradley’s arms to take the rest of his clothes off, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bathe.”
“As you wish, my love.” Bradley kissed Draco’s forehead and walked out, closing the door behind himself.
Draco got in the tub and eased himself into it’s warmth, hissing when the water touched some more painful scratches.
Whenever Draco was alone with nothing to do, all he had for company was his thoughts. ‘Why do I do this to myself? Why? All because of that damned ritual so long ago I have to subject myself to this? Draco closed his eyes and slid further down into the bubbly depths of his tub and began scrubbing his body, carefully maneuvering his way around the purple and blue memories reluctant to fade away.
Draco felt as if he were being torn into; everything a contradiction to it’s counter. They say you can’t run from your past and the petite blonde was beginning to agree.
If one looked in from the outside just passing by, he would think he saw an attractive, successful, young man. The smile on his face would lead him to believe he was a happy soul. But if he stopped and looked closer, he would notice the man’s eyes held much sorrow. He would see a tragically tormented man; hiding behind a façade of loosely weaved memories of happiness that seem, now, so long ago and on the very edge of being forgotten.
His world split in two; his old world to his new world, his past to his future, and his end to his beginning. His life riddled with contradictions; a partner who professes the most pure kind of love with his tongue, but reaps so much pain with his hands. A past he has fled from for many years has now snuck upon him like a thief in the night. Old regrets ripping open to re-introduce themselves anew with a vengeance that would bring the strongest to his knees. With each turn Draco has made, each path he has walked, he had always tried to see the proverbial light at the end…the happiness that so many are able to find.
Draco finished washing himself and stepped out of the tub to dry his self off. He looked at himself in the mirror above the vanity. He could admit it now; he saw clear through to the very core of his being. He truly hated what he saw. He has become only a fraction of himself from so many years ago.
He’s journeyed the distance to the end of the path and discovered no light dwells there for his sake. He had hoped and he had prayed, but the not long forgotten ritual kept it’s intended promise.
Six years Draco had run from his past, trying to heal, trying to find a new meaning for a life and just newly begun. But along the way, what he thought was a straight path to a happy life, was actually a circle, leading him back to where he had begun. He had to face the demons after all.
And Draco wept.
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AN: I really hoped every one liked this one. I had my entire story thought out and just decided the other day that I was going to change everything around a bit. Apparently I have a problem with chasing those rabbits and finding new ideas, twists, and turns. Reviews are appreciated! I feel that the more I get, the quicker I post another chapter! I have the next TWO chapters outlined in detail all ready!
Author: Jih Pun (Amanda)
Rating: R – NC 17
Warnings: This is slash (boyXboy), dirty words, sex, sexual situations, hurt/comfort,
Mpreg, and drama, and some fluffy stuff.
Disclaimer: I know this is shocking but I don’t own Harry Potter…just my story line and
plot. J.K. Rowling is so lucky!
Chapter 9
Draco was curled up on his right side, facing the opposite direction of Bradley when he walked in carrying a plastic bag. Bradley reached down and pressed the back of his hand to the side of Draco’s pale face.
“Drake…you’re burning up.” Bradley whispered and put the bad on the bed. He went into the bathroom to get another washcloth for Draco’s forehead. When he returned, he saw Draco sitting up and snooping through the bag.
Bradley rushed towards his smaller lover, “No! Drake, let me! You’re ill and you shouldn’t be doing anything! Let me take care of you…”
Draco sighed and knew he wouldn’t win this and slumped back down into the bed, snuggling himself into the pillows. Bradley always insisted on taking care of things; being in charge.
Bradley dumped the contents of the bag out onto the bed and despite feeling like road kill, couldn’t help but smile. There were almost a dozen medicine boxes, ranging from ones to cure minor aches and pains to super potent flu stoppers.
Bradley blushed and smiled, “I didn’t know which one to get so I got them all…and I also got you some broth and some drinks so you don’t get dehydrated like you did when you got the flu last year…So, tell me what hurts…odds are I got something what will help in some way.”
When Draco spoke it was barely a whisper, “I hurt all over…my chest feels as if my heart is about to beat right through it…splitting headache…nausea…throwing up…and you said I had a fever…” When Draco stopped, he was out of breath.
“You’ve also had tremors, baby.” Bradley said while he examined several medicine boxes. “Let’s see…take two of these for flu-like symptoms…here’s two more pills for your nausea…and take one of these to settle your stomach.” Bradley handed over the pills and opened one of the drinks for Draco. “I got you the blue kind of Gatoraid. I didn’t know which flavor you liked.”
Draco took the pills in two go’s and sipped a little Gatoraid to help them down, “Thanks. That flavor is pretty good.” Draco settled down deeper into his bed.
“You try to rest some more. I’ll go put these things away and come check on you in a little bit. I’ll bring you some chicken broth when I return.” Bradley leaned down and kissed Draco’s forehead.
Bradley picked up the pile of medicine boxes and made his way out of the door.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
Bradley walked through his and Draco’s apartment, heading to the kitchen. He put the remaining medicines in a pantry above their microwave and put the drinks into the refrigerator, leaving one carton of broth out. He got out a pot from the sink that was sitting to dry and placed it on the stove.
‘Oh boy…what button do I use?’ Bradley thought to himself. He was never much of a cook; generally not eating anything that didn’t come in a can. Before he had met Draco, he was just a fast food junky and just-add-water professional.
He filled the pot halfway with chicken broth. He found the right button to turn the stove’s eye on and waited for it to heat. While waiting, he thought back of the first time he and Draco had stepped into this place.
They had been looking for a new place for a while and when they walked into this one, they knew it was it. Well, Bradley liked it because of the layout, but Draco liked it for the balcony they had on their back porch. If you walked outside onto the porch, you were overlooking a park with a fountain pond and children playing everywhere. He could see the look in his lover’s eyes when he saw children playing in the soft green grass with a puppy or each other.
Sighing, Bradley turned back to the task at hand. ‘Looks pretty done to me…I guess.’ He thought to himself as he poured the contents of the broth into a bowl with a spoon. Bradley put the bowl on a bed tray and walked to their bedroom, in hopes that this would make Draco feel better.
“Draco?...Hun wake up. I brought broth for you…” Bradley spoke quietly, trying not to startle the blonde.
Draco stirred and opened his eyes, slowly at first as if to test the light. ‘If the light doesn’t kill me, this damn taste will…’ He thought as he tasted bile in his mouth. His mantra he repeated to himself ‘Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up’.
He pushed himself up, shaking a little as he realized how weak his body was. He allowed Bradley to place the tray over his lap, “Thanks.”
“Be careful…the broth is pretty hot and I don’t want you to burn yourself.”
Draco smiled, “Thanks, Brad.”
“That’s what boyfriends are for, babe! Now eat! I’ll get you some gingerale.” Bradley got up and went towards the kitchen again, leaving Draco alone.
Draco really appreciated the help Bradley offered when he was ill, but it always bordered annoying. He treated Draco as if he was spun of glass and just breathing on him was dangerous.
Draco slurped down his broth and felt it gliding down his throat, making a warm trail to his stomach. He felt like he was being warmed up from the inside, considering he had felt like ice only hours before. He let out a sigh; he was feeling better all ready.
‘I probably just had some twenty-four hour bug…’ Draco thought in passing while drinking down the rest of his broth.
When Bradley returned, Draco was all ready finished, had moved the tray off to the side, and was trying to get out of bed.
“Draco! What are you doing?”
“Bath…”
Bradley walked up to Draco and lifted his hand, noticing Draco flinch and let out a breath as he felt the pale man’s face. “Your fever seems to have broken…How do you feel?”
“Loads better actually…That’s why I’m going to take a bath.” Draco began to walk towards that bathroom’s direction, only to be stopped by his boyfriend once more.
“Are you sure? I mean, you just ate! Don’t you want to rest and let it settle first to see if you’re going to get sick?”
Draco sighed, again, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Brad, I’m fine. I’ll be perfectly all right. It’s just a bath. Besides, if I do happen to get sick, I’ll be closer to the toilet anyways.”
“Fine, but I’m going with you…” Bradley spoke in a tone that left no room for discussion
Draco walked to the bathroom with Bradley walking behind. When they reached their destination, Bradley turned on the tap. Hot water flooded the bathtub, steam rising and dissipating into the air. Bradley put the stopper in the drain and the tub began to fill. He also added peach scented bubbles. The bubbles began to build up like fluffy towers.
Draco began unbuttoning his shirt when Bradley stopped him. Draco sighed, looking up, “Bradley, what is it now? I’d like to get on with my bath.”
Bradley didn’t speak, instead he began to unbutton Draco’s shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Bradley pushed in off Draco’s shoulders and let it pool onto the floor.
Draco didn’t want to look at Bradley taking his clothes off, so he looked down and to the left towards the bathtub with skyscrapers of bubbles. He still had the bruises; all violent shades of purple and blue. He still had the scratches; most still an offensive red and inflamed.
Bradley had gotten down on his knees and Draco couldn’t help but look. The blonde man’s lover had his arms wrapped around his waist, resting his head against his stomach. Draco lifted his hand and placed it on top of Bradley’s black hair, letting strands twist around his aristocratic fingers
Bradley spoke after a long, awkward silence, “How could you, Draco?...How could you love someone like me…after what I did to you?...I’m a terrible person to have hurt you…What have I done to deserve your love?”
Draco was too tired to deal with this today, “…you can’t help who you love, Bradley…and I know you didn’t mean it…you weren’t yourself…It’s over and finished.” Draco disentangled himself from Bradley’s arms to take the rest of his clothes off, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bathe.”
“As you wish, my love.” Bradley kissed Draco’s forehead and walked out, closing the door behind himself.
Draco got in the tub and eased himself into it’s warmth, hissing when the water touched some more painful scratches.
Whenever Draco was alone with nothing to do, all he had for company was his thoughts. ‘Why do I do this to myself? Why? All because of that damned ritual so long ago I have to subject myself to this? Draco closed his eyes and slid further down into the bubbly depths of his tub and began scrubbing his body, carefully maneuvering his way around the purple and blue memories reluctant to fade away.
Draco felt as if he were being torn into; everything a contradiction to it’s counter. They say you can’t run from your past and the petite blonde was beginning to agree.
If one looked in from the outside just passing by, he would think he saw an attractive, successful, young man. The smile on his face would lead him to believe he was a happy soul. But if he stopped and looked closer, he would notice the man’s eyes held much sorrow. He would see a tragically tormented man; hiding behind a façade of loosely weaved memories of happiness that seem, now, so long ago and on the very edge of being forgotten.
His world split in two; his old world to his new world, his past to his future, and his end to his beginning. His life riddled with contradictions; a partner who professes the most pure kind of love with his tongue, but reaps so much pain with his hands. A past he has fled from for many years has now snuck upon him like a thief in the night. Old regrets ripping open to re-introduce themselves anew with a vengeance that would bring the strongest to his knees. With each turn Draco has made, each path he has walked, he had always tried to see the proverbial light at the end…the happiness that so many are able to find.
Draco finished washing himself and stepped out of the tub to dry his self off. He looked at himself in the mirror above the vanity. He could admit it now; he saw clear through to the very core of his being. He truly hated what he saw. He has become only a fraction of himself from so many years ago.
He’s journeyed the distance to the end of the path and discovered no light dwells there for his sake. He had hoped and he had prayed, but the not long forgotten ritual kept it’s intended promise.
Six years Draco had run from his past, trying to heal, trying to find a new meaning for a life and just newly begun. But along the way, what he thought was a straight path to a happy life, was actually a circle, leading him back to where he had begun. He had to face the demons after all.
And Draco wept.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
AN: I really hoped every one liked this one. I had my entire story thought out and just decided the other day that I was going to change everything around a bit. Apparently I have a problem with chasing those rabbits and finding new ideas, twists, and turns. Reviews are appreciated! I feel that the more I get, the quicker I post another chapter! I have the next TWO chapters outlined in detail all ready!