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NEW A/N: I know...Draco singing Harry to sleep it slightly OOC. I need a scene like that though for a different chapter that hasn't been written yet (I've only got the outline done.) This chapter is meh. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!
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- Missy.
Ron's POV
"I wouldn't expect you two idiots to understand!" Draco spat before rising from his chair and storming out of the room.
What did he mean they wouldn't understand? Of course they did! They were Harry's best friends and they loved Harry just as much as Draco supposedly did, if not – more than Draco did.
"Self centered son of a bitch." Ron muttered under his breath once Draco was out of sight. Hermione shuddered.
"I don't really...know what to say." She breathed out shakily. Ron hugged his frightened fiance.
"Me neither, let's go see Harry. - if we can." Ron suggested. He wouldn't usually believe Malfoy, - Malfoy being the Slytherin scum that he was – but Ron made an exception seeing Malfoy as upset as he was. What if he had to call Malfoy by his first name someday? He shuddered at the thought. Nope, he would definitely not be doing that anytime soon. He helped Hermione to her feet, and they made their way to the infirmary.
Draco picked up a vase and threw it at the wall. Knowing this was not appropriate behavior, especially for a Malfoy, he picked up the pieces. But the Malfoy reputation meant nothing to him anymore - he would gladly change his last name. His name felt shameful to him, his father is the one who cursed Harry. 'Even though Harry has only been with me for a little while, I love Harry more than anything and anyone.' And Harry was being taken away from him. In seven months time, Harry would cease to exist. 'And then what will I be? Draco sodding Malfoy, former death eater, and rich, arrogant prat. Just like my father. NO!' Harry couldn't die! Draco snorted, Dumbledore had kicked him out of the room that Harry was in. Harry needed him right now. 'How dare they part us?'. Draco stood in his suite alone for an hour and a half, weeping. He was throwing a fit, yes, but for good reason. The person he loved most was going to disappear from his life forever, and there was nothing he could do about it. Draco sat down on the white piano bench that accompanied his beautiful grand piano. He knew how to play, and he enjoyed playing. It usually took his mind off of things.
His fingers tapped the ivory piano keys. A few notes resounded. Draco began to play a broken tune, his lips curved into a small smile. He was playing the tune of the song he had sung Harry to sleep with almost every night. He began to play faster, more furiously, and soon the beautiful sound filled the room, soothing his anger and frustration. However, Draco was interrupted by a small cough. He looked behind him to see his mother standing there.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" Draco looked at his room, he had broken a lot of things during his fit of rage. "Shit." he murmured under his breath.
Harry watched the small group of Professors leave the room. He scowled, they hadn't let Draco stay with him. Who were they to tell Draco what he could do and what he couldn't? Oh yeah, they were his superiors. Harry heard someone knocking on the door. He wasn't supposed to let anyone in to talk to him, but since when had he had any regard for the rules? Harry got up from the bed without any difficulty, he had no idea why Dumbledore had confined him to the infirmary. 'Can't I just have one normal year at Hogwarts?' Harry opened the door to a frowning red face, and was tackled with a strong hug. "Ron!" Harry hugged his friend back.
"Is it true, what Malfoy said? Are you really dying, Harry?!" Ron blurted out. Crossing his arms, he studied Harry. "You don't look like you're dying."
Harry sighed, and sat on the bed again. "That's what Dumbledore said. I – I guess I am dying. At least I'll still be around when the twins are born." Harry trembled, thinking of Ron and Hermione bringing their new born infants to his funeral. He wasn't even sure if he wanted a funeral, but him being 'The Boy Who Lived Twice' he was bound to get one, and if Draco was in charge of it it would be a very grand one for sure. There was another knock at the door.
The door opened to reveal a disheveled blonde boy."DRACO!" Harry yelled, rushing up to his partner, throwing his arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Draco pulled him closer and deepened their kiss. Ron rolled his eyes and he turned away."There are other people that came to see Harry too, you know." Ron scoffed. He hated when couples snogged in public, especially when Draco Malfoy was the one snogging his best friend.
When Draco and Harry finally broke their kiss, Ron snorted. "Disgusting." He murmured. Draco raised his eyebrow.
"You think another man kissing a man that he loves is disgusting? I'll hex you into the next century for that!" Draco growled at Ron. Ron pulled out his wand.
"How can you say that you love Harry?! You've only been with him for two months!" Ron countered.
"Sectum..." Draco began, but Harry grabbed his wand. Draco gave a mild glare to his partner, but obeyed and put his wand away. Harry glanced at Ron, motioning for him to put his wand away as well.
"Honestly you two. We all came here for Harry, not to hex each other." Hermione looked at Draco, who was glaring at her and mouthing the words 'I'm going to kill Weasely' with a devious glare.
"Are you all right, Harry?" Draco studied Harry, he didn't look gravely ill. Harry stared into space. "Harry?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess I'm fine for now...I'm just tired. I'd really like to sleep now." Harry replied. Ron and Hermione said their goodbyes to Harry, and left.
Draco turned his attention to Harry.
"Do you want me to sing to you, love?" Draco offered, caressing Harry's back. Harry nodded. "Let's go back to my suite, I have something to show you." Now that the mudblood and weasel were gone, he could act sweet and romantic.
"Draco, I'm really not in the mood." Harry replied drearily.
"It's nothing dirty, Harry. No, I'm saving that for some other night. Just follow me." Draco grinned, leading Harry towards his suite. Once they had arrived, Draco motioned for Harry to lie down on the king sized bed. Harry did so, and waited patiently for what Draco had to show him. To Harry's surprise, Draco sat down at his grand piano. Harry thought that the piano was just for show, but apparently not.
"I'm going to play you our song, Harry. Just close your eyes." Draco ordered, but Harry didn't close his eyes. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Draco, who looked utterly gorgeous in the pale moonlight. Draco began to play, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the piano keys. After a few seconds of playing, Draco's soft voice joined in with the music. After Draco finished singing, he turned to see Harry fast asleep. Draco smiled. He had written their song just for Harry, and Harry loved it. Draco sighed in contentedness, changed into pajamas. He caressed Harry's soft cheek, and ran his hair through Harry's black hair. It was incredibly soft, which was odd because it looked so rough. Draco felt his eyelids close. He fell asleep with his thoughts and worries on his mind, and his arms around Harry.
As soon as Draco's eyes closed and he entered a deep sleep, a vision formed in his mind. No, not a vision – a vivid dream. He saw Harry sitting at a large wooden table, sipping tea and reading The Daily Prophet. Suddenly a little girl who looked about the age of four years old opened the screen door scream-crying.
[Draco's dream]
"PAPA! Scorpius pushed me! I'm bleeding!" The little girl sobbed out. Harry ran his fingers through her hip length hair.
"Let me see." Harry requested softly, pulling the sobbing girl away from his chest and looking her in the eyes. The little girl plopped herself on the floor and showed her 'Papa' her skinned knee. The little girl had shockingly pale skin, and the blood pouring out of her wound was of the darkest shade of crimson, verging on black. The contrast of her blood on her pale skin was stunning.
"See Papa! Scorpius BAD!" The little girl cried. She turned her face upwards, allowing Draco to see her facial features in great detail. Her beauty was breath taking. Her eyes were a deep grey, almost black and they were framed by long, dark eyelashes. She had light freckles on her nose and cheeks, giving her an innocent look. The strangest part about her beauty was her hair. It was the longest hair Draco had ever seen on a toddler. It was raven black with white blonde streaks, and textured with loose, bouncy curls. Her dark pink lips formed a scowl. Fat tears escaped the little girl's eyes, and rolled down her plump cheeks. He wanted to wipe her tears away and cuddle the upset girl, but this was a dream and dreams cannot be tampered with.
"Accio Medical Kit." Draco heard Harry murmur with a flick of his wand. A medium sized medical kit flew to his hands. Harry opened it and took out a cloth and a bandage. The little girl cringed as her father cleaned her wound and wrapped it up, but she didn't protest. "Scorpius! Get your ass in here right now!" Harry yelled out the door. A few moments later, an annoyed eleven-year-old boy entered the kitchen. The boy stuffed his hands in his pocket and glared at the little girl. The little girl glared back at him and stuck her tongue out.
"Esther Lily Potter-Malfoy. We do not stick our tongues out at other people! Can't you two behave for once?" Harry scolded the little fireball of sass."Scorpius, did you push your sister?"
"She deserved it! She burned me with magic!" Scorpius defended himself. Scorpius was tall and slender. He had platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
"If you want to go to Hogwarts later this year, I expect you to change your attitude. Now, give your sister a hug and apologize." Harry tried to appear stern looking, but his eyes only sparkled with love and understanding for the quarreling children. Draco heard the sound of somebody coming through the floo, and both children perked up immediately.
"DADDY!" They cried in unison, and raced off to greet their dad.
End of Draco's dream. -
Draco blinked. 'What a wonderful dream.' Had the gorgeous children in his dream been Harry and Draco's future children? Tears stung Draco's eyes. No. They were not. Harry would die before Draco and him even had the chance to get engaged and marry. He and Harry had only been together for two months after all. Sobbing quietly his pillow, Draco mourned. All he wanted in the world was going to be taken. Taken. Just like that. One moment, he could hold Harry, and in another moment, Harry would be gone. Draco cried for Harry, and he cried for the little family he had seen in his dream that would never exist because his bastard father needed his revenge.
"Draco?" Harry croaked sleepily. "Are you all right?" Draco didn't respond, he kept his face buried in the pillow and his shoulders still shook with muffled sobs. "Are you awake?" Draco finally turned towards Harry and nodded. "Why are you crying?" Harry asked.
"I don't want him take you. Please stay with me." Draco pleaded. Confused, Harry stroked Draco's sweating forehead.
"You don't want who to take me? I'm confused. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm talking about Death, Harry. He's coming to take you. Don't worry, I won't let him take you." Draco sighed. "I must sound like a lunatic. Just go back to sleep Harry, it's nothing." Draco rolled over and faced the opposite direction, embarrassed.
Harry sighed, unsure of how to comfort Draco. "All right, Draco. Goodnight." Harry closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Draco awoke to Harry shaking his shoulder. "Mmph. Not getting up yet." Draco mumbled
Harry rolled his eyes. "You'll wake up two hours early to fix your hair, but you won't wake up on time for me? Tsk tsk, Draco. Good to know your priorities are in order. Well – actually, it's Dumbledore who wants you. He said it's important."
Draco sat up. "I'll be at Dumbledore's office in a minute."
"Be quick about it." Harry left the room. Draco dressed quickly, and ran out the door of his suite tying his Slytherin tie around his neck and pulling on a robe. He glanced in a mirror and took one look at himself and snorted. 'I look like shite today.' He was used to spending a good half hour on his looks, but there wasn't any time for that today. If what Dumbledore had to say was about Harry, he was going to be there as early as possible. He got to the door to Dumbledore's office and knocked.
"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. As you know, I have something to talk to you about. Take a seat." Dumbledore motioned to a large armchair. Hermione, Ron, Snape, and McGonagall were all present as well. "I have informed you all of Harry's condition. I have researched the curse that is cast on Harry right now. There is only one way to cure him-" Dumbledore was cut off.
"What is it?! I'll do anything, just tell me what it is!" Draco interrupted, jumping from his seat. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid it cannot be done, by the looks of it, it would be impossible." Dumbledore shook his head.
"I don't care. Tell me how!" Draco raised his voice. The room fell silent. Draco stood with his chest puffed out and he was breathing heavily.
"Calm down, Mr. Malfoy. We cannot tell you, it's a far too dangerous task." McGonagall chided.
"I won't just calm down! Harry is in danger and all you can think of are the precautions of saving him? No. Tell me, I'll do anything to save Harry!" Draco yelled, forgetting his usual 'cool and untouchable' act.
"Would you be willing to die for Harry?" Severus asked carefully, crossing the room and eying Draco.
Ron and Hermione sat in silence, waiting to hear Draco's answer.
Draco sat down again and smoothed out his shirt. "Of course."
"Let's take a walk Draco." Severus pulled Draco by the arm.
Once they were walking down the hall, Snape scolded Draco. "You should be embarrassed. The way you acted in there was not all right." Severus drawled.
"Harry is important to me, Severus. I'm not going to let him die." Draco snorted. "How were you expecting me to act when they basically told me we're going to let him die."
"I expected you to act mature." Severus snapped. "I'm sorry Draco, but I cannot tell you how to save Harry." Draco stopped walking. He crossed his arms across his chest, and bowed his head. Severus hated to see the tears glistening in his godson's eyes.
"So you won't help me, then? I'll find a way to save Harry, with or without anybody's help." Draco sighed. He wouldn't win this battle with his godfather. His godfather didn't understand love. And then in that moment, Draco got an idea. His godfather had indeed known love before.
"Severus. What would you do if this was Lily." It was some sort of rhetorical question, Draco already knew the answer. Severus turned to face him. "You loved her. I know you did, you still speak of her fondly. Harry is her son, surely you don't want him to die."
"I never said anything about wanting the evil spawn of James Potter to die." Severus scoffed.
"If Lily was still alive, would you help her?" Draco challenged, his tears threatening to fall.
Severus pursed his lips and murmured. "Yes, I would." Severus thought for a second. "All right, brat, I'll tell you." He scowled. "Lifting the curse is easy. However, convincing the person who cursed the victim is the matter. In this case, your father is the only person who can lift the curse off of Potter. Seeing as he's deceased, someone would have to die, convince your father to lift the curse, and bring your father and themselves back to life." Severus sighed. "It's never been done before, and if it was possible I would have already brought Lily back to life years ago."
How was he supposed to save Harry? "Merlin. Severus, I'm an imbecile. If I hadn't murdered my father, Harry could have been relieved of the curse easily."
"Are you giving up then?" Severus drawled with a raised eyebrow.
Draco looked up at his godfather, surprised. "No! I'll never give up on Harry."
"Very well."
Remus Lupin knocked on Harry's door. It was 8:30 AM, why hadn't Harry gotten up yet? Perhaps the curse was already taking effect on his body. Remus shook his head. Minerva had told him the only way possible for Harry to be saved, it seemed unfair. Harry had kept Remus company ever since the war ended, and he had consoled him through the loss of Sirius. Now it was Remus' turn to console Harry. When nobody replied to his knocking, Remus pushed the door open carefully. The room was empty.
"What are you doing?" Remus spun around to an annoyed Draco Malfoy.
"I was going to wake Harry up." Remus replied. He had never liked Malfoy, he knew of the trouble that he had put Harry through in previous school years. "I could say the same to you, Mister. Malfoy."
"I was going to collect some robes for Harry to wear, he's sleeping in my suite right now." Draco replied with a smirk. "What's it to you, dirty wolf?"
"I would've thought you had changed, since you're seeing Harry. Apparently not. I don't know what Harry sees in you. But if this is a hoax or a prank on Harry, you'll wish you'd never been born when I'm through with you." Remus threatened, snarling.
Draco huffed and pushed Remus aside, entering Harry's suite. "If you must see Harry, he's at my suite. You have my permission to enter." Draco called from inside Harry's suite.
At that, Remus turned and walked towards Malfoy's suite.
Remus found Harry sitting at a desk, reading a book. "Harry, why weren't you at breakfast? You had me worried."
Harry looked up from his book. "I was waiting for Draco."
"Also, why are you in Malfoy's chambers?" Remus laughed. He knew the answer, but he enjoyed embarrassing Harry sometimes. Harry's cheeks reddened.
"Um...well. I don't really know. He just sang me to sleep." Harry offered, embarrassed. "How are you, Remus?" Harry asked hoping to change the topic.
"I'm quite well, thank you Harry. I came here to ask you how you feel though."
"I feel drained." Harry replied truthfully.
Remus grimaced. "Yes, that would be the effects of the curse working against you."
"Already?!"
Remus nodded slowly. "Unfortunately. Does it scare you?" He added curiously.
"Hell yes. I'm terrified. I don't want to die, Remus."
"I know. If there's anyway I can stop it, I will."
The door creaked open farther and Draco walked in. "I see you've found Harry then." He said.
"Yes. Thank you for your help, Mister Malfoy." Remus replied. Harry swore he could taste the tension between the two.
"I got you some robes Harry." Draco smiled handing him the robes he had retrieved from Harry's suite.
"Thank you." Harry blushed when Draco kissed him on the nose.
"Um, I better get going. You boys get to classes on time, you hear?" Remus said, getting up to leave.
As soon as Remus left, Draco pulled out a magazine.
"Read this article. Seems like she-weasel has talked to a reporter about our relationship." Draco suggested, pointing to an article with headline 'Harry Potter's Illicit Love Affair with Draco Malfoy' Harry groaned while flipping through the magazine to find the damned article. "Page fifty-two." Draco said with a mouthful of apple. Harry flipped to page fifty-two. There was a picture of Draco and him kissing.
"Hey, at least they have a damn good picture of us." Harry smirked. Draco smacked his arm.
"Keep reading."
'Harry Potter's Illicit Love Affair with Draco Malfoy'
'Young Ginny Weasely has given us the pleasure of an interview with her about her recent break-up with the famed Harry Potter. We asked her about the main reason why her and 'The Boy Who Lived Twice' broke up, and she replied; "I've always loved Harry, since the day I first met him. I was sure we would marry someday. When Harry and I started going out, and I was convinced that he would propose to me sooner or later. To my surprise, I caught him in bed with none other than Draco Malfoy. I broke up with him as soon as possible." The news has shocked us. Whatever grudges the two young men had, they must have forgotten. Our sympathies lie with Ginny Weasley. Who could have known that Harry Potter would be such a twat!'
Harry sighed. "I really don't need this right now. What a bitch! We haven't even done anything yet. The reason why we broke up was because I caught her in bed with somebody else!" Harry protested.
Draco grabbed Harry by the waist and pulled him into a tight embrace. Stroking his hair, and kissing his forehead. "I know. It's terrible, I'm sorry. I just thought you'd like to see it. I know a way to save you from the curse."
Harry looked into the eyes of his lover. They looked sincere. "Really? If it's dangerous I won't let you do it."
"I would give my life for you. I'm going to save you, Harry, regardless if you like it or not." He had never felt this cared for in his life. Ron and Hermione cared for him, but in a different way than Draco did. He had never felt like this, even when he was with Ginny.
"What has to be done?" Harry asked.
Draco exhaled. This wasn't going to be easy to explain, and he knew Harry wouldn't like it. "Well...I've got to die, and bring my dad back to life, and convince him to lift the curse." Draco said fast and rather inaudibly.
"What?! You've got to be insane! I'm not letting you die! God. No. Draco, this is a very bad idea. I won't let you." Harry drew back from their embrace.
"Harry. Please, just let me take care of you. I had a dream last night about..." Draco trailed off, trying to decide if he should tell Harry or not.
"About...?" Harry prodded, tapping his foot impatiently.
"You were an adult. You had this...stunning daughter. She skinned her knee. There was also a boy, but he didn't resemble you. He resembled me. Their names were Esther and Scorpius." Draco began.
"And...?"
"And I think they were our future children. The boy had my hair color, and the little girl had the longest hair I've ever seen on a toddler. Her hair was black and blonde." Draco finished. He stared at his lover, waiting for a reaction. Harry looked confused.
"Oh...I see. Now you want to save me even more." Harry said stiffly.
"Harry, just think about it. Not only do I want to save you, I need to save you. If you pass away before I do, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to fall in love again." Draco whispered into Harry's ear, putting his arms around Harry's waist again. "Please don't stop me. I need to prove my love for you to everyone." They stood together for a moment, soaking up each others presence and love. Harry thought about it. He wasn't going to let Draco die. Not without a for sure way back to the land of the living.
"Wait what? You've fallen in love with me?" Harry hadn't expected this at all.
Draco blushed. "I think so."
Harry turned around to face Draco and sighed. "If we can figure out a way...to get you back to the land of the living safely, then I guess I won't be able to stop you." Harry sighed. Draco's face lit up, there was no stopping him now.
"I love you, Harry. This will work, trust me, I won't let you down. I promise." Draco kissed Harry quickly on the lips, hurrying from the room to do who knows what.
Harry rolled his eyes, who knew Draco Malfoy could be so romantic?
TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N: Hopefully this was better! I don't want to disappoint any of my readers! You probably noticed how I changed the parts about the children in Draco's dream. I've decided I'm not going to have mpreg in this story. :/ Sorry. Esther will be adopted. As for Scorpius, you'll just have to wait and see. :)
