A/N: Ok, so I know I haven't written anything in a while. For those of you who actually care. But I've been brain storming and my life is a wreck. Which actually feeds my creativity. Sad huh? But here is a new story for you guys. I'm not sure if it will be a one-shot or not. Depends on how it goes, how I feel, and the reviews of course. I took the other two stories down because they were pathetic. But if you really want them back, just message me. (Not like that's gonna happen!)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, would it be on here, or would it be in a book in some store, making me tons of money? My thoughts exactly!
Warning: Yaoi! Boy x Boy! If you don't like, then don't read it! But if you're one of the many who secretly do but wont admit it, leave me an anonymous review. Something is better than nothing at all! Without any more distractions. . . . . . .
Loving You While Killing You
I got up and crossed the floor to the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror, I sighed. This one looked kind of bad. I wasn't sure if the concealer would be able to hide this one. The pain had long gone numb. Sadly I had gotten used to minor stuff like this. In the past, worst things had been done. The only problem was, we had a big event tonight. We had to appear at a major dinner. And I couldn't go with a huge bruise mark on my left cheek. Not only would our appearance be ruined but even more pressure and attention would be drawn to our already unnatural relationship then we needed right now. I pulled out the jar of concealer and hastily started to cover the spot. "Hurry up, or we're gonna be late!" a voice boomed from the living room, over the television. "Well, if you had picked a better spot to hit me, then maybe I could get ready faster!" I yelled back. "Quit complaining! And are you trying to get smart with me? Should I hit you again?"
I didn't reply to this remark knowing that it wouldn't help our situation at all at the moment. I came out the bathroom and put on my clothes for the evening. It would be a long night I could tell. I came out into living room tying my tie. "I'm ready love!" I sighed. My tall, platinum blond husband stood up and came to my side. Adjusting my tie and straightening every thing out. "Harry, you know I didn't mean to hit you. You know I love you ever so dearly. I would be lost without you love! It's just been so hectic and I've been soo tired and worried. Not to mention the daily prophet spinning all types of rumors and things. I just lost my temper. I truly am sorry."
The speech was almost memorized with a couple changed words here and there and some minor details changed. "I know Draco. But I just wish we could take classes to get it under control. Or do something. I can't live like this forever. Always hiding, covering up marks, making lies as to why something looks different or why I'm acting strangely. I just can't do it!" "Are you saying you're gonna leave me Harry? 'Cause you know I wont let you. I'll hunt you down. I love so dearly. But if I cant have you, then no one can." replied Draco with a half scared half crazed look in his eyes. "No love never, I love you as well. But Draco, I just need a change or something. Let me know that what you say is true!" We quickly kissed and headed to the car. Ending the conversation with a thick air and loads of tension.
As Draco drove one of our many cars down the winding roads towards our destination, I looked out the window and thought about the past.
After school, everything was soo different. I guess we both matured and allowed our differences to pass. Me and Draco became ever so close. At first it was just as friends, but somewhere along the lines it became. . . . . . .more. I think it was the night that I ended it all; the magical war between me and Voldemort. The battle was horrid and I just barely won. How, I still don't quite know but I did.
The war had not been going in our favor. More people seemed to be afraid of the Dark Lord. I'm not sure if it was out of this fear, but his legions of death eaters grew larger and larger. It seemed hopeless. Like the more aurora and soldiers we lost, the more he gained. The war I admit made me digress. My usual go get'em attitude had calmed greatly. I learned that this was how people were lost. Friends, family, loved ones. Even thinking back to the night we lost professor Dumbledore. My beloved mentor, killed because I was so forward, or so I believed. I became more and more reclusive. Until finally I couldn't take it any more. I believe somewhere along the lines I snapped, all my courage was lost. All my love gone. There was nothing I cared for. And in actuality, I think this is why I won.
I stopped caring about everything else. I stopped wanting to win. So the night I took five aurora with me and just stormed Voldemorts' fortress, I had no intentions on winning. I feel even worse because as I ordered those aurora with me, I had no intentions on any of them living either. Not even my good friend Ron Weasley. We blasted our way through death eaters. The first curse I said wasn't a stun curse or a disarming one. The first guard I came across, I yelled "Advada Kedava!" a killing curse. My companions were just as shocked as I. But I followed that curse with the command, "Take no prisoners. This will be the end for either one side, or the other." Slowly we made our way through his mansion. How I knew which ways to go, I'm not sure to this day. It was a huge place. But I could just feel Voldemorts' presence. One by One they feel before me and my aurora. One by one, my aurora fell by their hands. I hate myself each night as the dreams hunt me of their faces. The faces of young and old wizards and witches in the robes of death eaters. And even of my few companions. Some you could tell didn't want to be there. Some dying in vain. Some not even fighting back. But I didn't care. I had one thing on my mind. To end it, some how or some way.
When we finally reached the doors behind which Voledmort was it was only me, Ron, and a young aurora named Sam left. We charged in and immediately, Sam was slain. We fought, me Voldemort and Ron. It was two against one and still we were losing. Some how I was caught off guard, and I thought for sure I was finished. I was blasted with an impaling spell. My left arm and leg were against the wall trapped bleeding and in pain. Right before I was hit with the final curse, Ron saved me. That night he almost died. And again, I didn't care. Voldemort thought I was done for but I wasn't. I pulled off the walls and killed him. That part to me is a blur. After that, all I remember is waking up with Draco by my side. To this day, I still can't bring myself to look at Ron the same. He survived but he lost a whole arm in the process. He had gotten a replacement, but I couldn't help but remember, that I still had no intentions of him surviving.
In the end, Ron and I grew distant. It was really my fault, but it was all could do. He was married and divorced twice until finally he caught up with Hermione. We all had lost touch with her after school. But they ended up together, like they were supposed to in the first place. Married with two kids. A boy and a girl. Both red hair.
Me and Draco drifted off into nothing. Finally we confessed our love and stayed together. We were married and the first year was wonderful. His family name was cleared when united with mine and all respect regained. He took over as minister of magic, which no one ever saw coming. Some people believe it was our marriage and my killing Voldemort, that won him the votes. But really it was a clean sweep. The other guy barely got twelve percent of the votes. That's when things turned bad.
The Daily Prophet accredited all his success to me and our marriage. Of course a guy wants his own legacy, but he couldn't get that being married to me. But we loved each other so much. So only one thing could happen. I was his hate and his love. His upbringing and his downfall. So why shouldn't I receive the punishment? I understood and felt bad, but its not like I allowed it to just happen. The first time he hit, we got kinky and had a whole night to ourselves. But then it continued. I fought him at first. But it didn't last. The war had taken all the fight out of me. It had driven me to loose the people I cared for the most. I didn't want to fight anyone ever again. I didn't want to be alone and if I fought he might have left. So I guess I allowed it to happen after all. First it was minor cuts and bruises. Then it became serious. One time I couldn't leave the house for four days. But I love him. And That's all that matters right? Plus he is the only one who understands me anymore. The Prophet believes that the war sent me over the edge and that I am certifiably crazy. And I think I agree. Often I find myself rambling. Horrible nightmares plague my dreams. So what would I do without him? I thought about getting out of the relationship. A three year marriage. But where would I go? What would I do? Money? Food? A place to stay? This all eluded me. So I stayed. I receive the beatings and the marks. Then we make up and everything is ok for a while. But just in time for the old mark to clear up or finally heal, a new one is made.
Like I said before, I think I just stop caring. And worst of all, Draco either knows this, and uses it to his advantage, or he just stop caring too!
I sighed again as the memories washed over me. The dinner was entitled, "Best Muggle Appearance". So every family invited were all dressed in muggle clothing an had to pretend to be a muggle family for the night. Not that I minded anyways. I had been living in the muggle way for some time. The last time I had picked up a wand or done some magic was in only the gods know when. There was a little small wandless magic here and there. But nothing big. Not since the war. I barely remembered most any spells. Not that I wanted to anyways. With the memory of the spells, came the memory of horrible times too.
As we parked the car with some difficulty, I prepared my face and attitude. 'Must put on a great show for the people!' I told myself. We walked up to the door arm and arm and paused. "Are you ready love?" asked Draco smiling with love and devotion. "Of course!" I replied letting go of all other thoughts. Putting up my can do face and attitude, we walked through the double doors as our names were called out, alerting everyone in the hall that: 'Master Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World and his Husband, Master Draco Malfoy Minister of Magic' had arrived.
A/N: Ok, so how is it? Come on. . . give it to me in your reviews! I actually like this one. I know where it's going and everything. WellI at least have ideas! But really, review so i know what to do!
