Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
The hurt beneath my skin
A movement awoke Draco and he opened his eyes. The moonlight poured through his window casting a shadow over Potter's delicate features. His sleeping form was so peaceful. So innocent. Free of worry and fear. Draco smiled a fell back asleep. If only all moments were so perfect.
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem okay
But my faith is wearing thin
Blood filled Draco's mouth as Lucius's screams filled his ears.
"You're a disgrace, Draco. You have humiliated me. Why do you continue to let that trumped-up half-blood beat you. You're a Malfoy. Start acting like one."
Colors faded into black as Draco took his father's ruthless assault. Salty tears overflowed, burning the cuts on Draco's eyes, nose, and lips. He remained silent. Malfoy's didn't cry. They didn't have emotions. Only pride.
Draco sprang up, eyes shooting open. His chest heaved as realization hit him.
It was only a dream. Just a nightmare. Lucius isn't here. Just Harry. Beautiful Harry. Draco's Harry.
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
Harry's eyes flutter open. He looks at Draco with sleepy eyes.
"Are you okay, Draco? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a dream. Go back to sleep.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Just go to sleep."
Harry reaches up to Draco's arm and pulls him closer. He wraps his arms around Draco's lean frame and holds him.
"It's okay. I promise. I'm here."
Draco remains silent.
"I love you, Draco."
"Just go back to sleep, Harry."
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up
Love.
Yeah right. Love is a joke.
Loving God. Loving parents. Loving friends.
There's no such thing as love.
He's only with Harry for the sex.
Love.
Pfft…Give me a break.
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz I need someone to help me
Harry unknowingly caressed Draco's warm torso as he slept. Draco stirred slightly from the movement. It was gently. Passionate. Draco's heart swelled with lo…
There's no such thing as love.
Harry was just for sex. Only a playmate. He was only good for shagging.
But as Potter's hands continued to rub Draco's chest so innocently, it wasn't Draco's groin that was affected. It was still his heart.
Draco was an excellent liar. It seemed the only person he couldn't fool was himself.
Help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me heal this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me closet them up
Draco rolled over to face Harry. He shook Potter's sleeping form gently, trying to wake him. Harry's eyes opened slowly and looked at Draco.
"What do you need?"
"I just…" Draco looked torn. "Nothing, nevermind."
"No, Draco. Tell me." said Harry, touching Draco's cheek softly. "It's okay. You can tell me anything."
Draco nodded. Breathing in deeply, he started again.
"It's just…"
Harry waited patiently, still caressing Draco's face.
"Well…it's…"
Harry's hand slipped into Draco's golden hair, tucking the soft locks back, away from his angelic face.
"I love you, too…" blurted Draco. He sighed, relieved to be finished.
Harry's eyes danced, his smile widening across his entire face. His mouth came crashing down against Draco's. He pulled the smaller blonde as close as he could. Draco was Harry's. No one wouldever hurt Draco again. Harry would make sure of that. And as soon as Draco would let him, Harry would start healing his wounds.