Title: Touch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lucius discovers Draco and Harry's secret. Angst!
Disclaimer: Don't own HP characters.

Touch

Harry was in love with the son of a Death Eater. Never mind that Draco had taken the Mark. Draco iwasn't/i a Death Eater. Never would be.

Draco was in love with his father's enemy. He would pace for hours thinking of the shame he had brought on his pureblood name and the honor of his family.

They were to meet in the dungeons for their anniversary. Several clumsy kisses, clothes would be discarded. Afterwards a brief kiss and an 'I love you'.

Nothing of the sort happened.

Lucius had found out.

Draco arrived fifteen minutes late. Harry was pacing, wringing his hands. "Oh, you're okay." he said, smiling when he boyfriend entered the room. He moved toward him, his arms out when--

"Don't touch me." Draco snapped.

Harry faltered. "Wh-What?"

"I said, don't touch me." Draco repeated.

Harry looked confused. "I-I don't understand."

"Lucius found out." Draco said. He always said 'Lucius' when he was with Harry, glad for once he didn't have to call his parents 'Father' and 'Mother'. What kind of fucking terms of endearment were 'Father' and 'Mother'? Jesus Christ.

"How'd he find out?" Harry asked slowly.

Carefully, Draco pushed up the left sleeve of his robe, showing Harry the bruises and the bottom of his Mark.

Harry looked as though he might vomit. "He hurt you. Draco . . ." He reached out a hand, but Draco batted it away.

"I thought I told you not to fucking touch me." Draco snarled, blinking away tears.

Harry set his face and picked up his cloak. He walked toward the door and, as his hand rested on the handle, spoke.

"You should tell your father that."