Day 35

Harry kissed Narcissa's cheek lightly. "Thank you again for having me."

She smiled, before pulling him into a hug. 

He saw Draco walking towards them, and Narcissa whispered in his ear.

"I know he loves you, and you him. I couldn't be happier for you two. Don't break his heart, or I'll break your bones. But I don't think I need to worry about that. Thank you, Harry. I want you to know I think of you as a son."

Harry blinked, surprised at the tears that sprang up from her last statement. He hugged her a little tighter, before moving back and allowing Draco to hug her goodbye.

"Alright." Draco pulled back and turned to Harry. "Ready to embark on our next journey?"

"No," Harry muttered, before they Disapparated.

They appeared in front of Number 4 Privet Drive, and Harry immediately felt sick to his stomach.

"Hey." Draco squeezed his hand. "Today marks the halfway point of our bond. Only good things can come out of today. We're just going to get your stuff and stay the night, and then we'll leave and you never have to see this place again."

Harry nodded, unsure he would be able to speak.

"Hey." Harry looked up at Draco, sure that fear was radiating off of him. "I love you. I won't let anything happen to you."

Harry nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you, or do you want to tell them I'm coming?" Draco asked softly.

"I want you to come with me."

Harry didn't see Draco's grin, sinister and dangerous. "Lovely. Let's go."

Instead of knocking on the door, Draco chose to blow it up.

Vernon Dursley rushed out of the house, accompanied by Petunia and Dudley. Harry tensed.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he roared, his face purple with rage.

"You're lucky I didn't burn your house down with your filthy arse and your slut wife and your utter toad of a son in it," Draco replied with a bright smile.

"Who are you?" Petunia asked, her frail body standing tall, expression cold.

"Why, I'm Draco fucking Malfoy, richest man in all of Britain, master of Dark Magic, and Harry's boyfriend. Are we gonna have a fucking problem?"

Harry wanted to laugh at Draco's utter lies, but he was too sobered by the presence of the Dursleys.

"Should have known you were a pouf, boy," Vernon growled at Harry.

"And you aren't?" Draco asked cheekily.

"Absolutely not! I would never participate in such filth!"

"But you can rape and abuse small children? Call me crazy, but I think being gay is a little better than that." Draco's expression was cool, but Harry's head was building with rage and he realized he could feel Draco's emotions through the bond- well, his anger anyways.

Vernon was getting more and more purple in the face, and Draco winked at him before taking Harry's hand and leading him into the house.

"Where's your room?" he asked brightly.

Harry mutely pointed at the door under the stairs.

Draco frowned. "I'm sorry, what?"

"That's my room," Harry said quietly.

"Oh hell no," Draco muttered. "Not happening. My Harry deserves the best. What's your cousin's name?"

"Dudley."

"Dudley!" In an instant, the boy was standing at the door, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

"What?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Where's your room?"

He shook his head. "Not a chance in hell are you taking my room."

Draco smiled, a dangerous smile that sent chills down Harry's spine and made Dudley's smile drop. He let go of Harry's hand and slowly approached the terrified boy.

"I know more dark spells than you know words, you pig-faced nuisance, and don't think I won't hesitate to use every single one of them on you. I know illegal spells of torture that would have you begging to let Harry have your room. I know curses that would make spiders crawl out of your eyes and make snake venom replace your blood. I know how to set every bone on your body on fire, and I know how to make your life a living hell, so don't you ever refuse me anything ever again," Draco hissed, low and terrifying.

Dudley was shaking by the time Draco was done, and he pointed silently up the stairs. "First bedroom on the left," he said quietly.

"Thank you," Draco said sweetly. "Harry, love, let's get your things and move upstairs."

"Let me clean it real fast," Dudley said quickly, rushing up the stairs before Draco grabbed his hood.

"No thanks, we don't want you anywhere near that room the entire time we're here, do we Harry?"

Harry shook his head mutely.

Dudley looked worried, but nodded quietly.

Draco opened the door to the cupboard, and grabbed a few things of Harry's before they walked up the stairs.

"Are you okay Harry?' he asked quietly, his voice soft compared to his previous tone.

"I'm better when you're near me," Harry replied softly, smiling. "You help a lot. You didn't have to be so rude to them though. I can fight my own battles."

"I like being your knight in shining armor for once. Besides, you haven't even seen the beginning of what I plan to do to these people."

"Please just don't kill them," Harry murmured, grinning when Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him.

"Fine. Just for you, I won't kill them."

Harry started going through his things as Draco walked around the room.

"Why do you suppose he wanted to clean his room?" he mused. "What do you think he's hiding?"

"He's terrified of you, probably just wanted to do what made you happy."

Draco nodded slowly. "I don't know though. Something about his expression. He's hiding something."

"So find it," Harry mumbled distractedly.

Draco lifted books and checked under the bed and opened drawers until he came to Dudley's dresser drawer, which he opened.

"Ew," he muttered, pulling out a magazine with a girl in a bikini on a motorcycle. "Straight men and their objectification of women is gross."

"Agreed."

"Hold on..." Draco lifted a few more magazines until he gasped in delight. "Dudley, you fiend."

"What did you find?" Harry asked, peeking over the edge of the bed.

"Underneath his stupid straight porn magazines, he's hiding, drumroll please...." Draco paused for dramatic effect, before showing Harry three of the magazines. "Gay porn magazines!"

Harry's jaw dropped, and he clambered over the bed to Draco. "Dudley's gay? Damn."

Draco laughed. "Wow, there's a shit ton of these. Wonder where he gets them?"

"Wonder if him and his friends...." Harry's eyes were growing wide with mild horror. "Ew, never mind, I don't even want to know."

Draco laughed again. "Holy shit, he's got drugs in here too!"

Harry leaned forward. "Seriously? Lemme see."

Draco lifted up the small plastic bags with leaves and white powder.

"There's a lot in here," he whispered. "Wonder where he gets it."

As Harry shuffled through his drawer, Draco stood, studying the rest of Dudley's room.

"He doesn't need that," he said, aiming his wand at the television and vanishing it.

"Draco!" Harry laughed.

"What? He doesn't!" Draco stood up and sat on the bed cross-legged. "Harry, I want to ask you something."

Harry nodded, turning around to face Draco.

"What did they do to you?"

The whisper was the softest thing in the world, and Harry still flinched at the words.

He took a deep, shuddery breath. "They all had their sort of... specialties. Their own sort of things they did to me. Petunia's were more punishment-based. When I missed a spot mowing the lawn, she slapped me. When I burned breakfast, she would hold my hand against a frying pan until I screamed so loud she was afraid the neighbors might hear. When I forgot to do the dishes or didn't do them in time, she would fill the sink with water and shove my head under it until I was almost drowned, and then she would let me go. Hermione healed my burns in third year, so no one saw them."

"Holy shit," Draco breathed.

"Dudley usually took his anger out on me, or to impress his friends. He would punch me, kick me, chase me, terrorize me really. His friends would too. They found a lot of pleasure in it. Vernon...." Harry paused for a second to breathe. He hadn't realized he was crying. Draco held his hand gently, supporting him. "Vernon came into my room every night and...." He broke off his sentence, unable to finish, and broke into sobs.

"Oh, Harry," Draco whispered, holding the other boy to his chest. "God, I'm so sorry."

"Stop it," Harry whispered. "Stop being angry."

Draco pushed him back slightly. "What?"

"Your anger. It's overpowering the bond."

"You can feel that?" Draco asked, shocked.

"Yeah. You must be really pissed," Harry says, laughing shakily.

Draco shook his head silently, and held Harry's face, kissing his forehead. "I love you, and I'm so sorry and I love you and you're so strong and I love you and I will support you forever."

"Thank you, Draco. It means a lot to me," Harry whispered. "I love you too."

"Now." Draco wiped away Harry's tears with his thumbs. "Let's get dinner."

The Dursley's had no idea what was coming to them.

Because they were icy cold bastards, and Draco was hellfire, and he would destroy them all.