This is my fist M/M story, Plz be kind, leave me a comment let me know if you like it and even if you hate it
Harry looked at the silvery blond hair peeking from under the light blue comforter and smiled. He had been trying in vain to wake Draco up for the past twenty minutes. Cup of strong black coffee in hand he sat down at the edge of the bed and gently combed his hand through the silky strands loving the feel of it on his skin. Draco groaned and pulled the covers more firmly around himself.
"Come on sleepy head, you're going to be late for work." Harry heard a muffled reply he couldn't make out, and chuckled. Everyday it was the same, Harry would get up, wake Draco and continue on to get ready for the day. Then he would return to the bedroom and battle the stubborn blonde out of bed. Draco was not a morning person.
"How on earth can you chuckle this early in the morning Potter." Draco demanded grumpily as he finally surfaced and winced at the daylight streaming in to the light and airy room.
"That's Potter-Malfoy to you, and it is not as early as you think." Harry said cheerfully pinching one of Draco's stubbled roughen cheeks and handing him the steaming mug. Draco looked at the muggle alarm clock on his bedside table and sighed deeply, he was going to be late.
"No one is so darn happy at seven forty-five in the morning, why is the sun even out?"
"Oh stop complaining," Harry said getting up and walking towards his dresser. When he turned back to face Draco he held a dark green velvet box in his hand. "Happy anniversary love." Harry handed Draco the jewelry box and held his breath in anticipation as Draco put down his coffee and opened the box, inside nestled in black silk was a platinum ring, with gold Celtic sigils around it with three blood rubies in the center. It was Draco's bonding ring, the one Harry had goblins make five years earlier for their bonding ceremony. Confused Draco took the ring out of the box and looked at Harry expectantly.
"Ugh, you truly are hopeless in the mornings, take a closer look." Harry said laughing at the befuddled former Slytherine. When he saw the magical shimmer Draco took in a sharp breath in pure wonder, his grey eyes misty with sentimental tears. Harry always made him sentimental.
"'If not for you I would still be lost. My heart is forever yours- Harry.'" Draco read the magical inscription out loud, the meaning of the gift going deeper than the words. Silver eyes bore into green ones as Draco got up from the bed and a few quick steps engulfed Harry in a passionate kiss. Draco attacked Harry's mouth with hunger and need, trying to convey his pure adoration for the brunette and how much such a gift meant to him. Harry gasped at the intensity of the kiss and Draco took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth making him moan in pleasure. Merlin knew that even after five years married and bonded nothing in the world felt better than kissing his Harry. Draco's hand slid down Harry's chest and he tried to undo the tiny buttons of his muggle shirt with desperation.
"No, we can't" Harry said gently pushing him back, but Draco brought their lips together again hungrily. He needed Harry, Draco always needed Harry. "No love, I should have been at the ministry five minutes ago and you have a very important meeting at nine, not to mention it's your turn to take Aurora to your mother's."
Reluctantly Draco released his husband, but not before planting a sweet lingering kiss on his lips, a promise of what was to come that night. "This means everything to me Harry, I hope you were careful performing this kind of magic." Draco couldn't help the warning tone but magical engravings like the one Harry had done on the ring were dangerous, the engraving was done with core magic so that the engraved items literally carried a piece of the engraver. It was so dangerous that only few ever did it, Harry's gift was more then special.
"I'm fine love, I went to a professional to help me with it and I wont be using magic for a few days. Just light desk duty." Harry kiss Draco again, just a small peck on the lips and grabbed his Auror robes. "Don't forget Aurora's over night bag." Harry walked out of the bedroom with Draco hot on his trail wearing nothing but black boxers. At the living room fireplace Harry gave Draco one last kiss before taking the floo to the ministry. "I love you Draco, see you tonight."
Draco pulled his head out the pensive, tears running down his face. It was his favorite form of torture, to relive the memories of the one time in his life when he had been truly happy. He slumped to the floor the pain in his heart so piercing he could hardly breath and deep down he wished, he prayed to finally stop breathing for good, that his heart would stop beating and the total nothingness that death offered would envelop him for all eternity.
"Why do you do that to yourself?" Blaise's concern voice broke though Draco's dark thought and the blonde looked up at his childhood friend with red rimmed eyes and despair clear.
"Because, it's the only proof I have that they were mine and that it wasn't a dream."
"It's cruel Draco, you can't keep doing this to yourself."
"Why are you here?" Draco asked, wiping his roughened hands down his face and getting up from the hard floor. He knew he was pathetic and didn't need Blaise to point it out for him. But how could they expect him to snap out of it, when he had had everything he had dreamt of since laying eyes on the scrawny eleven year old Potter. And now it had been cruelly snatched away and left him to die of heartbreak.
"Your mother called me, she's scared that you might try to harm yourself." Blaise said with rare honesty, sitting on one of the plush library chairs by the roaring fire in the room. Of course his mother had called reinforcements, lately all she did was lay eyes on him and burst into tears herself. He couldn't blame her, like him she had lost a great deal and was afraid of losing the only thing she had left.
"I wont, Salazar knows I want to but I wont. There is still Aurora." Draco said with a heavy sigh and walked towards the enormous library windows, he looked out into the darkened back gardens and could almost hear his little girl laughing and running out there being chased by her daddy.
"Yes well that's the other reason why I'm here, the custody hearing is tomorrow and..."
"And you don' think I'm going to get custody, I already know that Blaise. I might be her father but he gave birth to her, he's the Savior, and the golden boy while I'm just a lowly ex Death Eater that tricked the Boy Who Lived." Draco said his voice devoid of emotions. His mother had tried to hide the newspapers and shield him from the cruel gossip and speculations of the Prophet but he had seen some of the stories of how he had cursed Harry Potter into falling for him. In a way the stories had more truth to them than even the clueless Rita Seeker could ever know, the only thing no one wanted to acknowledge was that Draco had been cursed as well. That in reality he was the real victim and Potter nothing more than a casualty of a twisted revenge.
"We might be able to get you visitation rights depending on who's hearing the case, but Draco you must be prepared for the worst. I'm truly sorry." Once again Draco could hear the sincerity in his friends voice, Blaise and Pansy were the only ones that truly knew the depth of his pain, they were the only ones that knew the whole truth behind the wizarding world's latests scandal.
"It's already as worse as it can get Blaise, I haven't seen my daughter in almost six weeks, I'm under investigation by the ministry and I just had an owl deliver divorce papers." Actually the owl had been what prompted Draco to relieve the last morning of happiness he had had six weeks earlier, the morning Harry had given him the ring and he had helped Aurora prepare for her weekend with her grand-mere. How he missed the little imp with her bright green eyes and silvery blonde curls. Draco could feel tears rolling down his face again and he tried to control himself, how Lucius must be rolling in his grave right at that moment.
"I've already filed charges of discrimination against the Ministry Prosecutor's office they had no right to suspend you without cause. We have been over all your cases at the firm and there has not been any prosecutorial misconduct on your part and the fact that you are under a personal investigating has nothing to do with your job." Blaise said heatedly, Draco knew he would never find a more loyal friend. He also saw right through Blaise's scheme, he was trying to distract Draco from the ashes of what once had been his nearly perfect life.
"I don't care about the ministry Blaise."
"Well you still have your license and and you know the doors are always opened for you at Malfoy, MacDougal and Burke. It still belongs to your family." Draco knew he sounded bitter, but the truth of the matter was that he was bitter and angry and falling apart. He lost the love of his life, his beautiful daughter and a job he had worked so hard to earned with the ministry prosecution. Blaise was right he needed to do something to distract himself.
"Draco, you can't just sit in this big house and waste away. Getting back to work will be a good thing for you, besides you are a brilliant solicitor and honestly you were just wasting your talents working for the ministry." Blaise continued. Draco turned to look at his friend for the first time since his school days and wished he had fallen the devilishly handsome wizard in front f him instead of pinning for the impossibility of Harry Potter's love. Had he taken Blaise up on his offer of love and companionship during their eighth year at Hogwarts, things would have turned out different for him, Goyle would have had to find a different way to enact his revenge.
"Thank you Blaise, thank you for always being there for me even when I'm a total prick which is more often than I care to admit." Dark eyes bore into him and Draco looked away at what he saw in them, he couldn't deal with anything more than he had on his plate at the moment. If only he could rip Harry out of his heart, but he couldn't. Draco knew that for as long as he lived he would only love Harry James Potter, even as Harry pulverized his heart and rejected his love time and time again.
"Always, you know I will always be there for you."
"Harry," Hermione said quietly as she entered the small guest room, she had intended to say goodnight to her forlorn friend and leave him be. Ron had warned her that meddling at a time like this would be a horrible idea but her resolve quickly evaporated as she saw her friend, gently caressing Aurora's blonde hair with tears freely streaming down his face. He didn't seem to notice anything but the sweet little girl who slumbered peacefully on the center of the full sized bed. "Harry." Hermione said again with a little more force, this time getting his attention. He quickly dried his tears with his free hand and straighten to look at her, what she saw in his eyes nearly brought her to tears on the spot. He was the definition of despair as he sat next to his daughter face contorted in pain.
"Oh Harry," Hermione walked closer to the bed but stopped when he raised his hand palm out. He had been avoiding the world for the past six weeks and it killed her that he wouldn't even confide in her or Ron, he was so alone while all his friends tried to rally around him and protect him from his pain as he had once done for all of them.
"Just answer me one question Hermione, why? Why did he do this?" He said voice raspy from crying and disuse, the first two weeks he had locked himself in the tiny room and refused to see anyone. Not even little Aurora who had been sent to spend that time with Molly and Arthur, shielded from the reality of what was happening to her parents.
"I don't know Harry, I'm baffled by what is happening. I truly believed he loved you." Hermione said holding back her own tears, it was true. She had seen them together and believed that for Draco the sun risen and set with Harry, then to find out that their lives together had been nothing more than a cruel trick, a curse it just didn't make any sense.
"My life, the one part of my life when I have had true happiness has been noting but a lie. I knew he hated me when we were young but to...It's just so cruel even for him." Harry finished trying to muffle a sob so as not to wake his daughter, his beautiful daughter born form a curse. Harry would never forgive Draco for as long as he lived. The only reason he had not killed the evil bastard when the curse was lift was because of Aurora.
Harry still remembered sitting at his desk at the Auror bullpen, typing up back up reports because his magic had beed too unstable to do any filed work. The boredom he felt at the time had been worth it, Draco's reaction at his gift had been more than Harry had ever hoped for. The ex Slytherine had tear up! The last time Draco had cried in front of anyone had been the night Aurora had been born. He had been tempted to drag his deliciously ruffled body back to bed and ride him for all he was worth, but he knew Draco had an important appointment that morning and he had to be the mature one, gods knew Draco wouldn't be. That did not stop Harry however from fantasying about all the naughty things he would do to the icy blond that weekend, Draco had planned it so they would be away in a place he said no one would disturb them for three whole days. Harry was nearly giddy from the anticipation, he couldn't remember the last time he and Draco had had an entire weekend to themselves or had gone away on holiday for that matter and the cunning Slytherine would not tell him where they were going. It was part of his anniversary gift Draco had said.
"Harry, some one dropped this off for you downstairs." Ron said through a huge bite of his sandwich as he dropped a small parcel wrapped in brown paper on Harry's desk. "Who's it from?" Harry picked it up cautiously and ran a few tests on the package making sure it wasn't dangerous. When he was satisfied he looked at the delicate pink card attached to it.
"'I hope you will always know the meaning of true love.'" Harry read the note out loud a small smile forming on his face, it wasn't signed but Harry recognized the elegant handwriting and knew right away that it was from his husband. Ron made a gagging sound good naturelly and leaned forward a little closer to Harry's desk curios about the small parcel.
"Will you open it already!"
"Alright, Ron." Harry chuckled and ripped the brown paper to find a blood red stone encased in a glass box. Harry looked at it confused, he had no idea what he was looking at. He opened the glass and the moment he touched the stone it began to glow and burn his hand. Harry could feel a surge of dark magic coursed through his body, blood rushed to his head making his ears ring painfully and spread to his body. Harry lead out a hoarse cry and doubled over as his body boiled from the inside out, for a moment he thought he would die from the blinding pain. Then it was gone as quickly as it had started and it left behind the worse emotional that Harry had ever felt in his life.
"Harry are you all right! We've called Mungo's someone form spell damage is on their way here." Ron screamed in Harry's ear trying to get his friend's attention to make sure Harry was going to be ok. Harry began to shake, his bones rattle as the weight of the knowledge the stone had given him sunk on. Images of a younger Draco cursing the stone, chanting the necessary spells, dropping a piece of Harry's hair on the stone mixed in with his own silvery had cursed him, his Draco, his husband and lover for the past five years of his life had cursed him. Harry doubled over and vomited all over the floor by his desk and felt his body releasing raw magic around him, he heard a few terrified screams as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the treacherous face of the bastard that had lied and made a fool of him for the past five years of his life. After that he remembered nothing of the confrontation that he apparently had in front of half the wizarding world with Draco Malfoy. All he remembered was waking up in St. Mungo's and the healers explaining the kind of curse he had been under and the effects that he would feel from using magic while his magical core had been so unstable.
"I just don't know why he did it? What was the point?" Harry said to Hermione breaking free of the haunting memories.
"I don't know Harry, maybe you should talk to him. Find out what is going on." Hermione said, always the voice of reason but Harry wouldn't have any of it, if she'd seen the images of a young Malfoy cursing Harry she wouldn't be so reasonable. Harry remembered how shock everyone had been when he had publicly pursued the Malfoy heir even though he had been set to marry Ginny.
"The only words I'm willing to exchange with Malfoy are the words for the spell to break our bond. He destroyed my life Hermione, I was in love with Ginny. We were going to get married, I was finally going to be happy and have a normal life with a wife and kids." Harry said tears flowing freely once again.
"You were happy Harry, you have everything you ever wanted. A loving spouse, a beautiful daughter. Just talk to him, you know he tried to see you numerous times these last few weeks. Hear him out." Hermione begged. It was not that she was siding with the blonde as Ron kept accusing her off, it was that she had seen them together, she had seen their love for each other for their daughter it couldn't all have been because of a curse. Harry's eyes harden at her suggestion and she knew he wouldn't listen, he was too hurt and way too stubborned she just hopped that it wouldn't be too late for him when he came to his senses.
"It was all a lie and then he waited for the opportune time to snatch it all away. And tomorrow I take control of my life again, the divorce papers should be in Malfoy Manor by now and if I have my way he will never see Aurora ever again. You know how important heirs are to Malfoys'" Hermione gasped, appalled at his words.
"Harry, you can't use your daughter like that. It's not fair to Aurora she loves her papa. Think of her."
"I am thinking of her, making sure she is as far away from his influence as possible. She's still very young she will forget. Good night Hermione I'm very tired." Harry dismissed his best friend laying down next to his little girl and closing his eyes. He heard Hermione sobbing quietly as she closed the door on her way out. He knew he was doing the right thing and he would not let anyone convince him otherwise. It didn't matter why Malfoy had cursed him, ruined all the plans Harry had once had for his future. What mattered now was that Harry had finally opened his eyes and was ready to break free from his past, ready to truly start his life and find real happiness, find someone that truly loved him. No curses, spells or magic, real tangible freewill type of love.