However, Theo's silent tears were cutting a hole in his heart. He could barely handle seeing Theo in that much pain. Did I make the wrong choice? What if my mother was wrong? he thought, panicking. He had one job. Draco told him to protect Theo. He bound himself to Theo in every way that he could, but it wasn't enough. He had to talk to him. So, he started telling Theo the things he had only told Neville. It was easier since he had got it out once, and it was just him.
                              
When Draco and Harry returned, they stumbled into the loo together, like they didn't care if Theo and Daphne knew. Potter was usually more cautious around him, though. Blaise would actually confront them about their dalliances, where Theo and Daphne would not. He never poked at the sensitive areas, though, as he wanted them to stay together. He didn't bring up that time he caught Potter handcuffed to the bed or the many times they've been stroppy, or rather sexually frustrated.
                              
Blaise hoped that it was going on okay. Draco had made him swear not to ask him about it, but Blaise was starting to think that he should tell Potter what the issue was. He knew something had happened two weekends ago between them, and they were out of sorts for a few days. But they had settled something and were in the loo, now. They weren't fiddling in the dark. He really needed to get them a room.
                              
Theo nudged him, a plea to keep talking, as he had been pondering what their problem was. He hadn't noticed he had stopped, while he watched the two idiots. He apologized and told Theo about his stepfather, about Flint and photos, the potions and charms, the boat and Miles, and how Draco had broken through that rubbish to save him. He told Theo that he would do that for him. That he would be there to hold his hand, to protect him and calm him to sleep. The tension eventually faded from Theo's shoulders, and he relaxed against him. He finally drifted to a lulled sleep.
                              
He was glad he hadn't had to resort to potions. There was just over a week until break started, and he wanted Theo to come out of it by then. But he didn't know if that would be possible. Theo seemed so trapped in his head that it might take months to come out of it. But Blaise would spend every night, every day with him until he felt safe enough to talk, again.
                              
***
                              
Water cascaded down their naked bodies as Draco snogged Harry. Theo and Daphne were in bed already. Draco felt guilty about playing around when Theo was so out of it, but Theo responded better when happy things were going on. Plus, Draco had some of his own healing to do. Theo would understand... he hoped.
                              
"Touch me, Harry," he whispered, as he necked him.
                              
Potter didn't fain ignorance this time and made his way down. Over the last week, Draco usually had to push him every time to get Harry to touch him. But Draco hadn't slipped back, again. The healer was right. The bright light in the bathroom was nothing like the hellhole of Fenrir's hideout. The water, warm and steady, reminded him of where he was. Harry moaned softly in his ear as his fingers found Draco's clenched hole with his fingers.
                              
"It's okay, Harry... please..." he urged.
                              
The "get used to it" method was coming along. Draco didn't wince nearly as much, and it wasn't new or painful. He had started inserting his own fingers the first few times and then invited Harry to join in. It took a bit to convince him, but a threat to go talk to the healer about his reluctance made Harry brave enough to try. After the first few rounds were successful, Harry didn't argue as much. He wanted to try it, again, and wanted it to be successful, too. It was downright embarrassing, but he was determined to get through it. The pit would not torture him for the rest of his life. He would own his body, and no one else would.
                              
Harry pushed gently against his hole as he sucked his neck. Fuck, he loved when Harry hit that sweet spot. His insides just melted and Draco felt Harry's finger breach his ring. He moaned as Harry wiggled it further in. It was harder to go in as deep, but it got the desired effort. Retraining his brain, as the healer said.