Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.
Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.
AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not have a beta. Thank you so much for waiting, reading, reviewing, and all the alerts. I really appreciate it and hope you enjoyed this story. There will be an epilogue.
Polyjuice Jinx
Chapter Eleven: The Incident with Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter
Draco winced as he heard Harry dry heave, the other boy's glasses held in his hand while he averted his eyes from Harry's slumped, weakened form. The room filled with Harry's harsh breathing and Draco summoned a glass of water for the brunette to drink.
"Here," Draco gestured to the glass in his hand before offering it to Harry. "Drink this."
Slowly, Harry stretched his arm out, the glass shaking in his hand as he brought it to his lips. "Thanks." He croaked before he greedily gulped the liquid down. Draco watched as Harry rested his arm and head on the tub next to him, an awkward silence settling between the two.
"Do you want a pain relief potion or something?" Draco offered lamely while shoving the pair of glasses into the other boy's hand. Harry took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open behind his lenses to look clearly up at the blonde. "N-no, I'll be fine." Draco sat on the floor across from Harry, his legs crossed due to the confined space. "You're not fine. I swear, Potter, must you always be a hero?"
"I'm not a hero." Harry said with a scowl. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Right, well last time I checked you were still the Saviour of the Wizarding World."
"Fuck off."
The blonde lunged forward, his hand clasping around Harry's chin. "Don't tell me to 'fuck off'." Without hesitation Harry spit in Draco's face, his lips curving when the blonde's face froze in shock. The moment was short lived; however, as Draco's face twisted with anger and he promptly slapped the brunette across the face.
"You think the world revolves around you, Potter?" Draco ground out, his arms trapping Harry against the tub. "Think you're so bloody special! Well, guess what? You're not! I'm sick of your stupid martyr act. Do you think you're the only one to walk away from the war with scars, do you?"
The blonde pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing his faded Dark Mark along with a number of jagged scars that looked to be old and new. "It's not going to go away. Magic can only do so much."
Harry lightly touched Draco's arm, his fingers tracing over one of the newer cuts. "Why?" He asked quietly while looking into cold, grey-blue eyes.
"This mark is why I'm nothing. I was once so proud to wear it, but now I'd give anything to make it disappear. We both lost things we cared for, Potter, but unlike you I can't just go on and try to live a normal life. No one trusts me. I'll be living in my bloody manor until I'm old and grey." Draco replied weakly.
Before Harry could respond, there was a soft knock at the door. "You two alright?" George called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, just a minute." Harry answered. He returned his attention back to Draco before letting out a sigh. "I think I'm okay now, let's go." Draco followed Harry back into the living room, where Ron sat with his head resting in his hand.
"Draco, can you help me in the kitchen, please?" George asked, grabbing the blonde's wrist and leading him away. Harry watched as George dragged Draco away.
"What's that all about?"
"Sit down." Ron mumbled quietly, while breaking his gaze away from the red mark forming on Harry's cheek. "We need to talk."
Harry took a seat across from the redhead, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "Did you really just use the line, 'we need to talk'?"
"Yeah, I-"
"It's over, isn't it?" Harry asked in a blunt manner. "You've finally chosen and you're breaking it off."
"Harry-"
"Well, I guess you can't break off what wasn't even a real relationship."
Ron clasped his hand over Harry's, giving it a tight squeeze. "It was a friendship that went too far, I'm sorry." With that he stood and left, leaving Harry alone on the couch.
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George poked his head out of the kitchen door frame, watching as Ron and Harry talked quietly to one another. He glanced back at Draco, taking in his disheveled state and thought he must be going mad when felt pity for the blonde. "Did you get sick too?" He asked, trying to diminish the silence that had fallen between them. George waved his hand in front of the other's face, but Draco just continued to stare vacantly at the wall in front of him. "Draco? Hello?" The red head cautiously tapped the Slytherin on the shoulder, causing Draco to jump.
"Sorry, what did you say, Weasley?"
"I asked if you were alright."
"Peaches and cream, Weasley."
"George is fine." The red head replied. "There are too many of us for you to call me Weasley."
Draco let out a light chuckle and absently ran his fingers through his hair. "I suppose you're right, George. So is little Weasley confessing his undying love for Potter?"
The sound of a door shutting echoed loudly and George gave a weary sigh. "Not exactly. Butterbeer or Firewhiskey?"
"Are you taking a piss?" Draco asked, totally thrown by the redhead's question.
"No, but I am about to go console the boy who had his heartbroken." Replied George who continued to gather the glasses and drinks.
"Heartbroken?" Draco repeated. "I saw them snogging the life out of one another not even a week ago. Surely, your brother isn't so dim as to-"
"You'd think, but sadly you over estimate him. Ron is a simple man and does what is expected of him. He is expected to become and Auror and marry Hermione and look at him now. Auror in training and living with his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. He isn't perfect. Hell, none of us are perfect, but this does open up some new doors." George concluded while putting on a cheery smile as he left for the living room.
Draco pondered on George's comment before following the redhead out of the kitchen. Open new doors to what? He thought. Potter was always causing him trouble, ever since they day he met the scrawny boy. Literally the list of all the things Potter had done was countless and yet, here he was about to go and comfort the sodding idiot.
Draco gave a curt nod to George when he entered the room, taking a seat across from the redhead who was currently comforting the Boy Who Lived. He noticed the brunette wasn't crying, just resting his head against the other boy's shoulder. However, he did notice the swelling, red mark growing across Harry's face and immediately felt his heart sink with guilt.
"I'm sorry." Draco said softly. "I shouldn't have done that. I tend to over react when I'm upset."
"It's okay. Sorry I spit on you." Harry mumbled back.
George chuckled lightly at the two. "Glad we've all kissed and made up. Now, let's drink!" He exclaimed while holding a bottle of Butterbeer up high. Draco also took a bottle, raising it up to match George.
"I-I can't. I have to get home, I've been away from Teddy too long and I never finished the dis-"
"Andromeda has him." George interrupted calmly. "Come on, relax. You deserve at least one day off. You were bloody kidnapped for Merlin's sake."
"But…" Harry trailed as a bottle of Butterbeer was forced into his hand by Draco.
"Cheers!" George yelled, loudly clinking all their bottles together. Draco and Harry stuck to the Butterbeers while George began to sample the Firewhiskey. Harry couldn't help but smile. Was it the fact that George, Draco, and he were actually having a good time? Or perhaps it was the buzz from all the Butterbeers? Either way, it didn't matter since he was happy. For the first time in a long time, he could say he was genuinely happy. All it took was a kidnapping and his best mate finally settling down to make him realise that he no longer felt weighed down by guilt. He could move on with his life.
"Hey, who kidnap me anyway? " Harry wondered out loud, startling George and Draco. "Come on, I'll find out sooner or later."
George took a swift swig from his glass. "Well I dunno if you can call it kidnapping…she's always been so possessive."
"I don't care what you want to call it. That twit you call your sister almost ruined my life...again!" Draco retorted haughtily, while aggressively gesturing with his bottle about in the air. Harry also found himself taking a sip of his own drink. He should have known it had made sense if he really thought about it. Ginny had always flaunted other men in front of him in order to gain attention. She would do anything to get her way and there was no changing her mind once it was set.
"I feel sorry for her." Harry stated while taking another drink. Draco was floored by those five words.
"Sorry? You feel sorry for her? Are you stupid?" Draco asked. George cleared his throat and gave the blonde a warning glare. Draco merely glared back at the redhead. He was angry, how could Potter feel sorry for that useless bitch?
Harry noticed Draco's grip tighten on the bottle the blonde held and for a second he thought it was going to burst. "Jealous?" He mused.
"N-no!" Draco protested quickly. "That's absurd, why in Merlin's name would I be jealous? Malfoys don't get jealous."
"How does that Muggle saying go again? Something about a lady protesting?" George asked.
"The lady doth protest too much." Harry corrected with a grin. Draco stood from his seat, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment and anger.
"Malfoy!" the brunette called as the blonde fled.
George watched Harry contemplate what he should do. He gave Harry an encouraging nod before the Boy Who Lived gave chase.
"Always causing trouble." The red head joked.
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"Draco!"
The blonde rounded another corner as he heard Harry's voice, his feet leading him Merlin knows where. Potter was nothing but trouble ever since the day the two had met. Another turn and he found himself in Knockturn Alley, its streets empty compared to Diagon Alley.
"Shite." Draco cursed under his breath while blindly darting into the nearest alleyway, his heart hammered against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Taking a few deep breaths he felt his blood run cold. He had been here before. This was that same damn alleyway that the fake Potter had kissed him in and started this whole bloody mess.
"Draco!" Harry shouted as he spotted a head of blonde hair. He latched onto the other boy's arm before he could even think of Apparating away.
"Since when do you call me Draco?" He asked Harry.
"Well, I didn't thinking screaming Malfoy all around Diagon Alley would help."
Draco gave Harry a sad smile in return. "That's right my name is cursed. You'd better stay away from me or else it could tarnish your reputation."
"You're wrong." Harry replied. "If people can't see you for who you really are then they don't deserve to know you."
Draco gave an uncontrolled bark of laughter. Of course Saint Potter would tell him that, but maybe this is what he needed in his life right now. Someone who would lift him up and stick by him despite his name being dragged through the mud.
"Harry." Draco began, placing his hand on top of the brunette's. "I know I'm the farthest thing from a perfect person and that you have a lot on your plate with Teddy. I can't promise this will lead to something permanent it's too early to tell, but if you'd like to have dinner again sometime with just you and me I wouldn't mind."
Harry squeezed Draco's hand in assurance, a lopsided grin sprawled across his face. "Sounds like a date."