MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I did hint that I was posting something special for Christmas. This is my first Drarry fic and I will be posting this on AO3 as well. I have a special treat for you tomorrow :D I'm hoping to have two more chapters up and well as two more with 'The Love' for Christmas Day for all my lovely followers. I hope you have a wonderful and safe day. And if you travel, be safe. Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!
Harry jumped off the broom and into the Astronomy tower. Struggling to help the aged professor onto solid ground, he barely heard the panicked footsteps running up the stairs. Turning, he caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair before it completely covered his vision. The hug was cut short by several bangs that traveled up to them from downstairs. The blonde pulled back and Harry was left staring into the grey, horrified, pain-filled eyes.
"Draco? Are you hurt?"
"N-n-no. I'm fine."
"Mr… Mr. Malfoy. Just like we said."
"Yes sir."
Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out shrunken material that looked like it was made from liquid. Pointing his wand at it, he cancelled the spell and returned it to it's original size. Draco held it out towards Harry.
"Put in on Harry. You need to hide."
Harry opened his mouth, this wasn't part of the plan! Draco thrusted the smooth material into Harry's hands.
"Draco. What's going…"
"Harry" Draco cut him off, covering Harry's face between his hands. "You know I love you right?"
Harry nodded, dread starting to fill his stomach.
"You know I believe you can win this right?"
He nodded again. Banging on the door into the tower could be heard.
"You know I would never do anything to hurt you right?"
Harry stared at Draco. "What was going on?"
"Harry? Answer me please."
Harry nodded right before Draco leaned down and kissed him, nearly poking himself by the wand still in his hand.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, please. Mr. Malfoy, just like we practiced."
Draco pulled away, pain still in his eyes. The banging on the door grew louder as the voices grew more intense. Harry felt tears in his eyes as Draco raised his wand to him.
"I love you," he said. "And I will find you Harry, I swear."
Harry nodded, not trusting his voice. He saw tears stream down the face of his love as a blinding white light reached out to him from Draco's wand. Inside his head, thousands of memories were twisted and shaped into something more vile. Harry felt the Invisibility Cloak draped over him as his body locked together.
The sound of a second 'Obliviate' was lost under the sound of the blasting door. The mad cackling of Bellatrix chased him into the real world.
Harry gasped, sat straight up in bed and slammed his head into the support beams in the underside of the bunk above him. Sweat clung to his body, breath illuding his lungs and a mix of emotions invading his soul.
On the bunk above him, Ron grumbled annoyingly and turned in his sleep. Quickly he grabbed his wand and checked the time. Sighing, he decided to relieve Hermione of keeping watch and think over this recurring dream.
'It doesn't make sense' he thought. 'Why would Malfoy kiss me? Why would I let him? Why would Dumbledore say something like that to him? "Just like we practiced"? What the bloody fu…'
"Harry? What are you doing up? You still have thirty minutes to sleep."
Harry looked down towards his feet. Hermione was there wrapped in several blankets, her wand lit as she read through a book. He flopped down beside her.
"I couldn't go back to sleep. Thought I'd come out here and keep you company. Or let you go back inside and sleep a bit."
Hermione smiled and opened up her blanket cave and let him in. Minutes passed in warm, comfortable silence. Hermione reading her book and Harry pondering over his dream while staring straight into the forest.
Hermione giggled suddenly making Harry jump slightly. He raised his eyebrow and stared at her. She laughed a bit more and shook her head.
"What?" Curiosity finally getting the better of him.
"I'm just glad you're here Harry" she said placing her head on his shoulder. "And that you're gay. Because if you weren't, well… can you imagine the conversation with Ron when he sees us like this?"
Harry stared at her in disbelief. Then he couldn't help himself, he started laughing. Full, belly-hurting, tear-gushing laughing. Hermione joined in and they just sat there laughing. That's how Ron found them thirty minutes later. Laughter dying down with both their faces and sides hurting. Confusion settled on his face when they took one look at him and started all over again.
*Miles away*
"I love you," he said. "And I will find you Harry, I swear."
Draco watched as a white light rushed towards Harry. Bright green eyes stared at him showing unshed tears of pain, betrayal, and love. Unfocusing as a single tear slid down lax checks and into a lazy smile. He watched Dumbledore throw the Invisibility Cloak over Harry's shoulders and maneuvered him to stand off to the side. Aware of the pounding going on down below, he almost missed the Disillusioned figure step closer to him.
Turning his head to the tall figure, he barely heard the spell over the noise of the door breaking down. Memories twisted and turned and his heart broke at every bend until it was mended together as the rest of the Death Eaters finished running up the stairs. Wiping his face quickly, he tried not to wince as his aunt touched his arm.
"Well done Draco" came the chilling purr that sounded so close in his ears, it jolted him awake.
The panting blonde didn't understand this dream. Why was his heart hurting? Why did he dream of Potter?! Why would he care that those green eyes stared at him with love?
Draco turned to his side, laying with his left arm in front of him. Staring at the scar that cut through the pale expansion of his arm. Silently thankful that this was punishment for the tower.
A crack of Apparition echoed in Draco's room as an elf appeared in front of him.
"Mitsy has come with the salve for Master Draco's back!" it said in it's high, squeaky voice.
The greatest punishment for the followers of Voldemort, he couldn't help but think as he turned on his stomach, revealing a network of scars. Is to be stripped of your mark and forever casted as the Whipping Boy, for everyone.
