Chapter 12- In love

It was around five in the morning when they arrived. Ron answered the door instead of Hermione this time, looking tired and annoyed until he saw Harry standing there, Teddy in one arm, his other hand firmly clenched around Draco's wrist. That was when confusion mingled with concern was shown plainly on his face. In a few moments, Hermione had been called over.

"Harry?" she asked, her voice breaking as she stared at Harry's ash-covered face and Teddy's small, burnt hands. She then directed her gaze at Draco, whom seemed to be using all his power in an attempt to mask the tears that had been falling; to regain some of his Slytherin pride.

Without asking, she let them in. It was late, or early rather, and they were all tired, so Harry had explained briefly and hurriedly about the incident. Draco noticed with some gratitude that Harry did not mention what the fire was caused by, in fact, throughout the story, Harry had made it seem as if the fire were created merely from a Muggle incident, and had nothing to do with magic what-so-ever. Draco was angry with himself for losing control like that, but he didn't want Harry to know. He was also angry at Harry for the ridiculously over exaggerated measures he had taken.

After the explanation was over, Hermione led them to the living room where she conjured a bed for them. Ron glanced at her curiously, with a strange look of somewhat disapproval as he conjured another bed. Harry realized that he still hadn't mentioned to Ron that Draco and him had been... well… sleeping together. And he didn't think now would be exactly the right moment.

Without another word, Teddy was taken to the spare room in which he always stayed in at Ron and Hermione's house. Harry listened as Teddy was put to bed and almost as soon as he heard Ron and Hermione getting back into bed, he fell asleep.

The night had been long; full of emotional exhaustion in more than one way and neither Draco nor Harry woke up until late the next day. It was around seven o' clock in the evening when Harry finally lifted his head back up off the pillow. At first, he was disoriented and confused, but a moment later, the sweet confusion had left him as the nights events came rushing back to him in painful blurs.

He looked over at the bed besides his own, half expecting to see it empty, to see that Draco had left, but instead was greeted by the sight of the blonde, curled up tightly in a ball, hugging his knees to his chest, seeming to have fallen asleep crying. His beautifully carved features were not relaxed in sleep, but wore a painful expression that made all his feelings easy to read. Draco was angry at Harry; Draco was angry with himself, and Draco was hurt.

Harry rolled over in his own bed, so that his view was of the door leading to the kitchen. Behind said door, small clanking noises were drifting to his ears; the sound of forks, knives and spoons being used to serve and eat a meal. Under normal circumstances, Harry would have gotten up and joined Ron, Hermione and possible Teddy for dinner, but he was in no such mood to eat at the moment.

He needn't get up anyway, even if he were hungry, as a few minutes later, Hermione came through the door he was staring aimlessly at.

"Harry?" she whispered, glancing over at Draco's bed and then locking her eyes with the raven-haired man's. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, Hermione. But I kind of want to sleep. Is Teddy alright?" Harry felt slightly guilty at his snappishness, but he was really in no mood to create small talk.

"Teddy's been sleeping just as you and Mal- Draco have," Hermione replied. She then offered Harry food and gently ruffled his hair after he declined, before leaving back to Ron.

Harry lay there for two more hours, listening as Ron and Hermione got into bed, not willing to get up, not willing to think, not wanting anything but to lie there in the soft bed for evermore. Eventually, Harry turned over in bed again, so he was facing Draco who had slowly begun to open his eyes.

He seemed to experience the same thing Harry had as he first awoke, but as soon as his eyes met Harry's, they widened and tears began to brim at their edges as he remembered. And then, Draco stood up.

"You… you filthy half-blood, cheating... scum!" Draco hissed and Harry felt himself rising to his feet.

"Oh yeah?" he heard himself say; anger was overriding the guilt inside of him; threatening to overtake his body once more. "You were the one who set the house on fire! You were the one who nearly killed Teddy!"

"I overreacted!" Draco screamed, his voice rising in anger. Both boys had themselves be taken over by monstrous amounts of anger, both boys forgotten their surroundings, not caring for anything but the words they were spitting at each other. "I overreacted. Just like you did with that… that… that whore!"

"You and her have two things in common, you know?" Harry replied, "You've both done countless amounts of people and you've both done me." His voice shook as he said the last word, pain passing through every syllable of his sentences.

"Who cares?" Draco screamed, "Who cares, Potter? I had done so many people so long ago and you went and cheated on me! Why? And with – with – a blonde chick?"

"You cheated on me! And besides, it didn't mean anything with her… I was just – "

"Using her! You were using her! And I didn't cheat on you! You don't know how it feels to be used, do you? I might not have much sympathy for her, seeing as she tried to steal my boyfriend but – "

"I do know how it feels to be used!" Harry screamed, "You used me! I was some stupid sex toy!"

"No you weren't! I love you! More than anything Harry…" Draco trailed off, leaving a moments silence. Harry watched as Draco's eyes glinted and he looked up. The grey eyes slicing into the green.

"I know how it feels like to be used, Harry. You want to know the Blaise story? Well here it is. Blaise and I had sex. For me it meant something, for him, it meant nothing. Later on we both got into trouble. We hadn't done it… er … safely enough and the Potions Master found out. Blaise dumped the responsibility on me. He claimed to have nothing to do with it. It became my fault, all my fault even though it was not. I was shattered," Draco concluded bitterly.

"I don't care about you past, Draco!" screamed Harry, refusing to let his anger subside into pity for the blonde. " You did something much worse only a few moments ago! You could have killed me! You could have killed Teddy!"

"That is in the past, Potter! I was angry! I wasn't thinking, just like now! I'm so angry. I'm so… UGH!" Draco yelled, unable to describe the emotions taking over his body.

"You know Malfoy? Ages ago I saved you. I saved your life and you repay me with this? With a potential death situation?"

"Why didn't you just let me die then?" Draco replied, his voice shaking with the meaning in his words. "Just let me die!"

"No!" Harry screamed, stepping closer to the blonde.

"What you did to me, Potter… Harry… what you did was not fair. It was an overreaction to a simple fact that I had had sex before you!" Draco shouted back, closing in the small space still left between them.

"And now you're going to pay," he hissed in Harry's ear.

In the next moment, Draco had found Harry's lips and pressed his own to them angrily. Hatred spilling though his lips with an undying passion. Draco bit down hard on Harry's lips as Harry fought to get away from Draco's harsh grip.

In the next second, Draco found his shirt being ripped from him with Harry's teeth and he immediately let his lips slide down the boys throat, sucking on it harshly, making his mark. The next few minutes were those of pure pain. Pleasurable pain. Pain as each male attacked each other, pain with each shouted insult, each shattering of pride, pain with every loving movement.

"I fucking hate you, Potter!" Draco yelled, top of his lungs, as Harry bit down eagerly on Draco's shoulder all the while pushing into the blonde.

SLAM.

Draco's naked body was being bound tightly by ropes, harsh ropes binding his legs and arms to his back. Then a gag was being magically shoved into his mouth and Draco found himself sitting in the corner of the room, bound and gagged as he raised his head and stared into the eyes of a ginger.

"What the hell Malfoy?" yelled Ron Weasley, his wand raised. Harry was rapidly pulling on his pants, and looking at Ron with an expression of shock mingled with horror.

"I can call the Ministry right now! I can get you killed, Malfoy! What the bloody hell were you doing to Harry?"

Ron's hand was shaking now, his lips seemed to be fighting back the urge to use an Unforgivable curse on the former-Slytherin.

And then, Hermione walked in.

"Harry? Are you alright? We thought we heard scream – oh!" she cut herself off as her hands flew to cover her mouth. Her eyes wide, she turned away from where she had been looking; directly at the bound and naked Malfoy heir. She was now staring directly at Ron whose hand had begun to shake more than ever as he gripped his wand.

"Hermione," Ron said gruffly, "Malfoy was just harassing Harr – " But he was cut off by Hermione's exasperated speech.

"Didn't Harry tell you, Ronald?" Hermione gasped, "They're in love!"