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The Tattoo

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"So, why'd you pick this design?" The tattooist asked.

"It's something to help my boyfriend not feel so alone." Harry replied.

The girl simply nodded, and continued to set up the equipment.

It was the truth, after all. If it weren't for Draco, he would've never dreamed of getting this particular tattoo.

The needle's stung, but Harry got used to the pain after a while. The boy was glad that he had chosen to go to muggle to get the tattoo, rather than someone in the wizarding world. There was absolutely no way anyone would ever give him this tattoo there.

"Halfway done." The tattooist grunted as she started to trace curves into the lower area of Harry's arm.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. Soon this would all be over and there would be no going back. He had told absolutely no one about his plans, not even Draco.
The tattoo was nearly finished, and Harry drummed his fingers on his right hand against the arm of the chair.

"Unique design, I'd have to say" The girl commented, wiping away all of the extra ink. "How do you like it?" She asked.

Harry looked down and smiled, it looked exactly how it should.

"It's perfect, thank you." He replied, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. "How much do I owe you?" He questioned her.

"Ten pounds." What?

"Excuse me?"

"Ten."

"A-are you sure? That really doesn't seem like enough...."

"Consider it a gift, I really enjoyed doing your tattoo."

Harry paid and made his way out of the shop, pulling on his coat to shield him from the cold. He couldn't wait to see what Draco would think.

 

 

"Draco?" Harry called throughout the house "I'm home!"

"In the kitchen!" Draco called a reply.
Harry walked into the kitchen, only to see Draco with his hands full of cooking utensils, attempting to cook.

"Jesus Christ! Muggle's have it hard, don't they?" Draco grunted, almost dropping a mixing spoon.

"Well, you see" Harry explained, grabbing all the silverware and other items out of Draco's arms and setting them on the table,"usually they only do one thing at a time, not seven."

"I guess that that explains a lot. How was work, why are you back so late?" Draco replied, giving Harry a tight hug.

"Oh, um, just got caught up at the office was all. " Harry lied. When should he show Draco? Now? No, too soon. Maybe after dinner.

"Now. What exactly were you trying to make?"

"Mashed potatoes." Harry tried to hold back his laugh. All of this for mashed potatoes?

"And what are you laughing at?"

"Oh nothing" Harry replied, letting a small giggle escape as Draco's cheeks got redder and redder.

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"What do you want to do tonight?"
Draco asked, reaching for a beer out of the fridge. Draco had become rather fond of the muggle beverage recently, although Harry preferred something much more strong.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, nudging his neck into the crook of his shoulder.

"Whatever you'd like." he murmured into his neck.

"Well if it's up to me..." Draco said turning Harry around and drawing his face up close to his own. "I'd rather stay at the house and... well..."

"Draco-" harry began, but his protests were cut off by Draco's extremely soft lips. Harry couldn't resist. Draco was absolutely, completely mesmerizing. Draco's hands moved up from Harry's waist to his hair, gripping it. Harry managed to relax, releasing the bunches of fabric from the front of Draco's shirt and replacing his hands at Draco's waist.

Draco pulled away from the kiss and started to back Harry up against the nearest wall. Tugging on Harry's shirt, he replaced his lips on the boy, deepening the kiss. And god dammit, Harry was wearing a button-up shirt. He fumbled with the buttons, trying not to separate from Harry for even a moment. Harry took this moment to remove Draco's shirt, which, thank god, was just a v-neck. With some assistance from Harry, Draco had managed to remove Harry's shirt, finally. He then moved his lips to Harry's now exposed neck.

It was then that harry remembered. He still had a bandage on his arm, but it was time to tell Draco now.

"Draco, wait."

Draco let out a groan.

"Are you being serious right now Potter?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, but I need to tell you something."

"And what might that be?" Draco countered, rolling his eyes.

"I-I Um-Well" The boy stuttered.

"God, you're so hot when you stutter." Draco smirked, drawing his lips to Harry's once more.

Harry pulled away and sighed. He had to tell him, before he figured out...otherwise.

"I got a tattoo." He blurted out.

"The boy speaks! You don't think I've noticed that bandage on your arm? Now come on, show me what it's of."

"I just don't want you to be cross with me." Harry stammered.

"Now, what could I possibly be cross with you about?" Smiling, Draco began to peel off the bandage from Harry's arm.

Once Draco had gotten the bottom corner off, and had a chance to look at it, his face instantly dropped.

"Why..." Draco said as he revealed the rest of the tattoo.

"You're mad. See I told you." Harry whispered. He reached down and pressed the tape back over his arm.

"You didn't answer my question. Why would you do this?" Draco questioned Harry quietly.

"To make you feel... not so alone anymore."

A tear slipped down Draco's cheek. He wrapped his arms around Harry, his head resting on Harry's shoulder.

"God I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too, Draco."

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Draco's feet softly padded down the stairs the next morning. He was greeted by Harry, shirtless in pajama bottoms, giving him a cup of black coffee-his favorite.

Harry's inner wrist was visible, and Draco stared at the tattoo. It was an exact replica. Anyone from the wizarding world would be able to recognize it.

"What will you do now?" Draco questioned Harry, "How will you explain this to everyone?"

"They'll understand," Harry simply responded, taking a sip of his coffee, which in Draco's opinion he had put way too much creamer in.

"How can you be sure?" Draco moved to take a seat, "Ron's always had a hatred for me, this isn't going to help our case very much."

Harry pulled out a chair and took a seat next to him. "I really could not give a damn what Ron thinks," He pointed out.

"About the tattoo or even you," he added after second thought.

Draco scoffed. "As if! You never stand up for yourself, I always end up doing it for you."

"Well, maybe you're just my knight in shining armor," Harry said, giving Draco a soft kiss on his cheek before standing up and walking over to the kitchen to add even more creamer to his coffee.

Draco rolled his eyes. "What about the ministry? They are not going to take kindly to your new statement." Draco said, just having realized this.

"I'll cover it up, don't worry," Harry said from the kitchen.

"You're supposed to be taking care of dark wizards, and now you have the defining mark of them."

"Not all of them," Harry said nodding at Draco.

Draco still looked into Harry's eyes with concern. Harry had already gone through hell, and here he was, putting himself in harm's way, for his benefit.

"I'm worried about you. I've had enough close calls, and I hide my mark fairly well." Draco said, resting his face in his palms. "I love you so much, and it would kill me if something were to happen to you." Draco's voice cracked, and he tried to hide it, but tears were already rolling down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, I'll be okay," Harry said, rushing over and wrapping his arms around Draco's shaking form in the chair. "I know how to take care of myself, you know that."

"Your life would be so much easier without me." Draco choked before a new wave of sobs overcame him.

"Oh, God Draco," Harry said, shaking his head. "You are so wrong. My life would be a mess without you," now Harry was crying too, the tears falling onto Draco's head. "Bloody hell, I'm not even sure I'd be here if I didn't have you."

Draco turned his head up and placed his lips on Harry's. The kiss was salty, from the abundance of tears from the boys' eyes, but neither seemed to care. The kiss was a desperate one, each boy needing it
just as much as the other. Now Harry was straddling Draco's lap, his hands tangled in his hair.

Harry kept his lips on Draco's until his lungs began to burn. They both pulled away gasping.

"The first time I kissed you, in that broom shed, " Harry said in between shallow breaths, looking into Draco's eyes "One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you."

Draco stood up, and as he did, Harry wrapped his legs around him, his forehead resting on Draco's.

"Let's continue what we started last night?" Draco questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"God, I thought you'd never ask."

 

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"I'm dying," Draco choked out from the living room sofa. "There's nothing you can do about it."

Harry tried to keep his laughter concealed as he made himself and Draco breakfast.

"Quit your whining, Malfoy. It's only a bruise."

"Are you quite positive? It's an odd yellow color, and the muggle medicine system never made any sense to me. This isn't a warning of death?" Draco asked back, confused.

Harry walked over to the freezer, and pulled out a bag of frozen vegetables.

"Here, put this on it. It might help the pain," he said, handing him the bag and sitting down on the sofa next to him.

"You want me to put food on it? Well I never." Draco huffed in reply.

"Are you daft?" Harry asked, nudging his elbow into him. "It's for the cold. It soothes it."

Draco hesitantly took the bag of vegetables and placed it on his knee.

"I wouldn't have had this 'bruise' if you hadn't chosen to rearrange our furniture in the middle of the night."

"Well, maybe you should turn on the lights when you go to get a glass of water at god knows what time."
Draco huffed.

"How have you made it through your entire life without getting a bruise? Special little Draco Malfoy wasn't allowed to play outside when he was a kid, huh?"

"I wasn't that bad. I just haven't ever had a bruise this bad, okay? In fact I've had more than enough, just never from something as hard as furniture." Draco countered as he sat up straighter.

"More than enough?" Harry was puzzled.

"You know what I mean." Draco replied, pulling his legs up onto the sofa and wrapping his arms around them, resting his chin on his knees.

"Forgive me, but I don't quite understand." Harry asked, titling his head to look into Draco's eyes where tears were beginning to form.

"Draco? What is it?" Harry asked, moving closer and placing a hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco quickly wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper.

"It's nothing. Really. It's in the past now, I'd rather not re-hash it." Draco hopped up from the sofa, with Harry following soon after. "Anyways, you're about to burn our breakfast. Actually, judging from the smoke coming from the kitchen right now, you already have. Nice going Potter, really. You make fun of me for making potatoes wrong. Well, actually I was doing a horrible job, like I do most often. Messing things up, and never having an opportunity to fix the wrongs-" Draco's mumblings finally came to a halt as Harry took his hands in his. "Sorry."

Harry couldn't help but give him a sympathetic smile. These tangents of Draco's were funny at first, until he started revealing what really was going on inside of his mind. They often only occurred when something was really bothering Draco, and he would often use them as a way to divert the subject. This time, it wasn't going to work.

Harry gently cupped Draco's cheek. "Please," he asked of him. "Tell me what's going on inside of your mind. I know you have something you want to get off of your chest."

Draco placed his hand on top of Harry's. "Honest to god, I don't deserve you."

"Oh, but you have it mixed up. I don't deserve you."

Draco held up Harry's arm, looking at his still-healing tattoo. Harry allowed a couple of heartbeats worth of silence before he pressed Draco again. "Now, tell me. Please."

"I would of thought you had it guessed by now," Draco finally budged, turning away as he fiddled his thumbs. Taking a shaky breath, he let out a phrase barely audible to Harry, but one that sent flames behind his eyes. "My father." Harry didn't realize he had begun to bite his lip until he tasted the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth. "I know it was forever ago, but I just cannot seem to forget. So many
things remind me of him and what he...what he did."

"God, Draco. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Draco simply shook his head at Harry.

"There's nothing that can be done about it now, I just need to move on. I shouldn't remind you, you have enough to worry about already, and my bad experiences growing up are miniscule when compared to yours. I'm selfish, that's what it is."

"I cannot believe you could say such a thing," Harry said, wrapping his arms around Draco. "Our struggles were so different, and we shouldn't compare them. We both went through horrific things that we shouldn't have, and I think that's what makes us so perfect for each other." Harry looked up at Draco. "We know what it's like to survive against all odds. That," he said, holding his arm besides Draco's so both of their tattoo's were side by side "that's what my tattoo symbolizes."

Harry noticed the amount of tears in Draco's eyes had increased.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry even more. God knows, we both seem to cry enough for an entire lifetime."

Draco smiled an enormous smile, and placed a kiss upon Harry's lips. "And I'm suposedly the one too good for you. You are right, though. After all we've been though, I'd expect us to not be so soft," this in turn, evoked a giggle from Harry. They stood there for a few moments. Two boys, wrapped in each others arms, without any notice of the outside world around them.

That was, until the fire alarm began to ring because of the smoke from the kitchen. Immediately afterward, the sprinklers turned on, causing both Harry and Draco to become soaking wet. The two erupted into laughter, not a care in the world about their work shirts becoming wet.