I do not own the characters, DUH. I hope you guys like my story. Set in 6th Year.
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Harry and Draco had been dating for quite a while now, often OWLing each other during the summer holidays. They were always sneaking out of their Houses at night to meet and share a kiss under the moonlight. They weren't very happy for having to hide their relationship, but it seemed inevitable. So they tried as hard as they could to keep it fresh, always taking risks in getting exposed but never really failing at keeping their relationship a secret.
It was at 10pm when Harry decided he wanted to visit Draco. He wanted to surprise him. So Harry grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and exited the Gryffindor Common Room. He had convinced Hermione and Ron that he was only going for a walk outside, trying to reassure them, as he had been doing for so long. He figured he would need a new excuse, but not until they started asking questions,
He knew the way to the Slytherin Common Room, which was in the Dungeons, so he went there. Draco had told him the password during one of their most random conversations, so Harry was quite glad he also could enter the room. Muttering the password, he got in and started pacing around, trying to find his blond lover. He finally decided to go to the boy's dormitories where Draco ought to be, because he would have no other reason to sneak out. But Draco was not there.
He was going to confront him tomorrow about his whereabouts. While he was making his way to the Gryffindor Common Room, he finally thought he could have a break from his best friends' rants and decided to have a night stroll. He got out of the castle and started heading towards the fields of grass where he and Draco often went to snog, just before he ran into two dark figures there. They were two people who were unmistakably kissing. And, man the kiss was rough.
Getting closer, he decided not to disturb them, but wanted to know who the two people were. And with a terrible shock, he saw his was-to-be boyfriend and Cormac McLaggen making out. With a gasp of horror, he turned and ran the other way, hoping he wasn't heard. When he was a safe distance away, he gave in to the ever-growing pain inside him and started crying uncontrollably.
How much time he layed there like this, he did not know.
When he finally couldn't let any more tears flow because he had cried them all, he got up and went to the boy's dormitories, and did not sleep. He tried to fall asleep, but every time he managed to get in a trance, images of Draco and Cormac would appear in his mind's eye and he would be knocked back to reality.
Next day both Hermione and Ron noticed he was feeling off, but as they did not know about his relationship with Draco, Harry could not fill them in. Their hatred towards the Malfoy family was way too deep-rooted to ignore. And Harry was feeling like he wasn't ready to admit his homosexuality to everyone around him, even if it were his best-friends. Every few seconds, his eyes would trail towards the Slytherin table to see if he could find any trace of guilt in Draco, but he could not. Draco still thought he was fooling Harry and Cormac, Harry thought.
Hermione and Ron kept asking what was wrong until Harry got up and changed his seats, he did not want to give any explanations just yet, nor did he want to lie to them anymore. He saw Draco get up at the Slytherin table, face heavily disguised with a neutral emotion, and head out of the Great Hall. Harry followed him, making sure no one noticed it, not even Draco. He was going to confront him. And break up with him.
As he followed the blond, he kept having flashbacks. Flashbacks of when they were together, their inside jokes, their laying in the moonlight, their soft kisses. Draco's insistence at having sex and Harry's insistence on not to.
Harry was a perfectionist. He wanted it to be perfect and special, but apparently Draco had been getting his needs fulfilled elsewhere. No wonder why he stopped asking for it. Draco opened huge doors that lead to the girl's bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was murdered. Harry waited a little before opening slowly, quietly the doors and stepped inside.
There was the swishing sound of the water that was probably running down a sink and the unmistakable sound of sobs coming from the same direction where Draco probably was.
"I know what you've been doing, Draco," said Harry, tears running freely down his face. Draco looked startled before he turned around and faced him. "How could you? After all this time, you've been cheating on me with Cormac Bloody McLaggen!"
"I… How did you - ?" said Draco between sobs.
"I wanted to surprise you, yesterday. But I do not owe you any explanation. It's over, Malfoy."
"Harry, please! You don't know what I've been going through." Draco came forward and started stroking Harry's unshaved cheeks.
"Cheating on me wouldn't make it any better. Or is it you cheating on him, with me?" Now Harry was getting even more pissed. What if Cormac was being cheated on?
"No, Harry I swear, we're just friends with benefits, that's all there is!" Draco desperately shouted, but Harry was heading towards the door. He could not let him go. He could not lose anything anymore. "Stupefy!" he shouted, aiming at Harry's feet. Harry was knocked five steps ahead and fell on his stomach. Draco came running towards him, shouting apologies. He just did not know how to stop Harry and the spell was the first thing that came to his mind. When he saw the fury etched on Harry's face, though, he stumbled backwards away from the recovering figure. "Rennervate!" He shouted again.
Harry was once again in control of his body and he shot a stunner at Draco who ducked to escape it. Harry was so pissed he fired hexes as much as he could, trying to injure Draco as much as he could. Perhaps it would help the pain?
Draco did not fight back; he only escaped the spells that were aimed at him. Most didn't even reach him as Harry's fury was apparently blinding him. "Fight back, you coward! Fight back!" And then Harry remembered a spell he had read about in a book he'd found. It was for enemies, so it probably injured. And Harry was well out of spells to use, so he aimed at Draco once again and shouted, "Sectumsempra!"
The spell hit Draco right on the chest, just above his heart. HIS HEART. A tearing sound was heard and Draco fell back, hitting his head on the sink just behind him. Harry regretted having even picked up the bloody book. Despite all the anger he felt towards his supposed-to-be lover, he felt so bad for hurting him that way. He didn't know what to do. He was panicking and his head stopped working. He couldn't fathom the horrible spasm Draco's body was doing, as if some demon was in possession of his body.
And suddenly the doors of the bathroom burst open, allowing in a very angry Professor Snape. He did not waste time at even examining the scene, he just knelt next to Draco and recited spells, grey mist and smoke protruding from his wand onto Draco's nearly unconscious body, healing the gaping wound that was at his chest. Harry got out of the damned toilets and went up towards his dormitories once again. At least it was a Saturday, so they did not have classes.
Snape did not call him that day. He didn't even give him a punishment which was highly unusual. That was so weird, Harry decided he needed to speak to the teacher he had always hated.
"Sir," he said after Snape had opened his office door. "May I speak with you?" He said it in such politeness; Snape's sneering face was turned into one of surprise.
"Get in."
Harry entered the office, dreading the hour he had decided to confront the teacher, as the place was filled with disgustingly scary things Harry did not even want to know the names of. Finally he met his teacher's eyes and said at once, "Why wasn't I punished?"
"Mister Malfoy kindly asked me not to mention the subject as a favor to him as he is the only one who has permission to ask for you to be punished. Such a strong, powerful spell is out of the hands of even the Headmaster," said Snape coldly, though the usual cruel look that was always in his eyes was missing.
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"I reckon he fancies you, Mister Potter."
"Thank you for the answers, sir," said Harry as he walked out. It was the weirdest encounter he had ever had. Why was Snape acting so unnaturally nice around him? Was it something Draco asked for, perhaps? He had to go apologize. Now. Maybe they were even now. Maybe there was still hope for their relationship. Harry thought that Draco forgiving him for casting such a spell on him would be enough to forget about him cheating on Harry.
All he thought about on his way towards the hospital wing was Draco. He noted how injuries and death reunited people so easily. As more ideas and crazy fantasies came to his mind, his step became faster and faster and he was now determinately walking towards where his lover lay, sweat making his blond hair glint in the pale light that was getting inside of the room.
"Draco," Harry whispered. But Draco did not turn around. "I'm so sorry, Draco. Please forgive me. I never knew what this spell did. If I did, I wouldn't have used it against you. I was so mad, I remembered finding it in a book – "
"Potter," Draco cut him off. "Stop it. I'm not mad. I deserved it, you're right, I was cheating on you and I regret it deeply. I wish I could make it better to you, but I can't go back in time, and I hope you forgive me, if not today, in the future, and give our love a chance."
Harry was at a loss of words. Draco was always so arrogant, sarcastic, pessimist, and a million other negative things, but among them were also positive traits. In Harry's knowledge, regret was never one of them. He had never heard Draco saying sorry, neither admitting his faults. Only once had Draco excused himself from Harry, and it was when he had bitten down on the boy's lower lip in one of their making-out sessions. Harry smiled. "I forgive you."
Draco smiled. He couldn't turn his head to look at Harry as Madam Pomfrey had put up a body binding spell that was to hold him steady, because the wounds would probably become severe if Draco turned a lot. But poor Draco was in pain. There was sweat running down his face and down his throat. Harry took a seat next to him, acknowledging the fact that Madam Pomfrey was not in sight, and took one of the towels out of a huge tank of water. Wetting it thoroughly, he started dabbing at Draco's warm face to try and get the fever off and wipe off the cold sweat. Draco, despite sweating, smelled extremely good. It was like he had just put on some very expensive perfume. Harry knelt down and gave Draco a kiss on the lips. Then, stepping back, he asked the blond, "When do you think Madam Pomfrey will let you out?"
"As soon as he's healed!" came the voice of Madam Pomfrey, the school healer, that was heading as fast as she could towards the pair. "Now, Mister Potter, I hope you haven't been giving poor Draco here trouble, have you?"
Harry chuckled, "Of course not, now why would I do that?" He grinned and so did Draco. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, despite the huge smile that was struggling to be formed on her lips. Harry got out of the hospital wing in good spirits and decided it was time he told Hermione and Ron the truth.
Hermione was obviously in the library, as she has been doing some research lately about the Liquid Luck potion. She had said something about not believing in such thing as luck that came from a vial of potion. Sure enough, he found her there. He sat next to her and put his hand on hers. She looked up from a huge book titled "Perks of Potions and their Disadvantages." (How unoriginal of a title, thought Harry.)
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Can we talk?"
Hermione closed the huge book and turned towards Harry, an air of understanding on her face. "I knew this was coming." She grabbed his hands. "What's wrong?"
"I need to tell you something, Hermione, and I don't know if you'll like it much. But I just need you to know…"
"Come on, Harry. You know you can trust me, I will never judge you. Tell me."
"I'm gay." Said Harry simply.
"Is that all?" A smile was dawning on her face. She nearly jumped up on him and gave him a huge hug. "It's fine by me, Harry, I've always got your back. Now, is there something else?"
"Yes, Hermione, I've been dating someone…" trailed off Harry as Hermione's face brightened even more.
"Really? Who?" Her face was getting even brighter. Harry blushed so deeply scarlet that Hermione could almost see the blood in his veins.
"Draco Malfoy."
