Daphne and Theo woke up when the alarm went off. Daphne gave him a quizzical glance as she went to the bathroom. Theo didn't even look their way and followed her in, too. After a minute, the shower started. Draco smiled and pressed his lips to Harry's brow.
                              
His boyfriend's eyes opened slowly and he pressed up against Draco's chest more. "Morning, already?"
                              
"Yes, you need to get up, honey," Draco said.
                              
"Fuck... I don't want to," Harry groaned.
                              
"You want to skip the headmistress's class? That's ballzy," Draco said, lightly.
                              
Harry snorted. "It's funny hearing you say ballzy."
                              
"Sure," Draco said, and wandlessly put up the privacy wards, again. "You want to talk about last night?"
                              
Harry tensed right up. "No, I don't really remember it."
                              
Draco could feel Harry's heart rate increasing. He remembered. "You can talk to me, Harry. I don't want you to think that you can't. I'm here to listen... to help you like you help me."
                              
"I know," Harry said, a few tremors escaped his hold.
                              
"Please talk to me. You're holding back."
                              
"Like you always do," Harry said, petulantly, and Draco frowned. "Sorry... I don't want to fight. I'm just so... it hurts so much, Draco."
                              
"Harry... I'm sorry, and I have no right to push you, as you don't intrude on my... slips. But you always wanted to play the game... at my mom's place, remember? You wanted to talk... and I want more open communication between us," Draco pressed.
                              
Harry pulled away to look at him. The secrets and the unsaid things between them were mounting. They were supposed to be together, but that connection had broken somehow. He couldn't even explain why, or whose fault it was, but he had to try. They had to talk, especially Harry. That was the biggest issue for him, after all the loneliness and the isolation he had gone through. 
                              
"Harry?"
                              
"I... I... if you want," he said, finally surrendering. He was trembling. Draco didn't like seeing him like this.
                              
"Want me to go first?" Draco asked and Harry nodded. "I've been sleeping alright. My nightmares are there, but they don't bug me as much anymore. I always sleep better with you here, but I'll tell you about a real memory, if that's okay?"
                              
Harry's eyes were alert and watching him. He steadied himself. "Yes, you can tell me anything."
                              
Draco sighed and picked one that was painful. Somewhere between the pit and his fave five. "My dad found out... about me... did you know?"
                              
His eyebrows rose in surprise. "That you're...."
                              
"Yeah... during Christmas break. The "news" was slowly making its way through my house and out. My aunt had found out first, when she was teaching me Occlumency. My mom had tried to keep her quiet, but it only worked for so long. My uncles found out, then it trickled on down to the Callows, Crabbe and Goyle. I don't know who was brave enough to tell my father... probably my aunt, but he tortured me for a long time using my own wand on me."
                              
"I'm so sorry, Draco."
                              
"It's okay. It could have been worse. I actually think my wand was holding back, cause Lucius... he was madder than I had ever seen him and it wasn't as brutal as it could have been. I wasn't really surprised that he found out. It was bound to happen eventually. But that's why I was so afraid about going back for Easter. He had four months to decide what to do with me. I thought he might kill me... or worse."