WARNING-fluff o.o.o.o.o.o
Chapter 13 guys, finally up. sorry 4 the 3 day delay. harry potter still doesnt belong to me. brain still on a loan.
Harry felt a hollow sink into the pits of his stomach as he stumbled forward, towards Draco. He collapsed to his knees and swooped the weak, pale, limp boy into his arms, propping his head up and slowly stroking his hair back with trembling fingers. This was like a nightmare, the kind that never ended, and even when you woke up, it lingered around you for the rest of the day, haunting you. Yes, this was just like a nightmare.
"Draco." He whispered softly into his ear, tears filling his eyes. "Oh Draco. Why did you do it? Why didn't you do what your father told you to?"
Had this been what it was like when his mother protected his life? Such love that she put her life on the line for him? It was a heartbreaking, tragic, painful, tear-jerking, way too affectionate thing to witness. Draco. He'd never forget this.
How could he have done something so noble? How in the world could he have cared so much to go through all that pain, most of which he was still feeling? Harry knew the crucio, and it was no picnic. It drove some people mad, and Draco had had a choice. He could've avoided it. But he took it. 'For me…'
Harry held Draco away from him, lifting his shirt to inspect for damage. His heart swelled with anger and hatred for Draco's father and love and devotion to Draco. His delicate stomach was bruised and red where his father had kicked him, and his breath came uncomfortably and irregularly, like someone who had a really bad cold and was trying to breathe just through their nose.
He ran his hand over Draco's stomach. It was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Draco's body was shaking, and he knew he was crying. He could've punched himself, knowing it was his fault. "I'm sorry love." He apologized, pulling Draco's shirt back down and lifting him so his head rested on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sorry for everything. I promise I won't let anyone else ever, ever hurt you."
He began crying. Crying for Draco, crying for his pain, crying for the sudden burst of love his was feeling. Love. Did he love Draco? Harry pushed the thought aside, saved it for later, afraid of what the answer might be. Right now Draco needed him.
Trying to contain his tears, but failing miserably, he clutched Draco to him harder retching sobs echoing through the basement. No one could hear him, and he didn't even care anymore. All that mattered was getting Draco to safety. Feeling the smaller boy's neck for a pulse he found one. Harry's hand lingered over Draco's soft skin. It was so wrong to feel sexually attracted right now, to an unconscious boy, but right now he did.
Bending low over Draco, he ran his lips slowly over his snow white neck, as a reminder of just what he was protecting. Right then Draco seemed like forbidden fruit. He tasted so sweet, and Harry could never have him. Slowly he stuck out his tongue and ran that up Draco's neck too. Draco suddenly arched and he grabbed unto Harry, moaning erotically.
Harry blinked at him in surprise. Draco was most definitely unconscious, but he could feel Harry? 'I've got to get him out of here.'
With trembling fingers he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. "Please, take me and Draco back to Hogwarts." He whispered. He knew Draco's father wouldn't be too concerned, thinking Draco had gone back to school. That would save him some time.
Almost immediately there was a loud pop.
"How is he?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey, while looking at Draco, who was breathing quietly through his mouth.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "Not good. He's never suffered crucio before, but he's gotten many physical assaults, and attempted rape."
"From his father?" Harry asked disbelievingly. Madam Pomfrey shrugged.
"I'm not sure, but something tells me no." she said. "You know crucio gives people the urge to die right? Especially multiple hits. Draco's mind is in conflict. He doesn't know whether to wake up and live, or lapse into a coma and die. He's confused. It's really up to him."
"I want him to live. I need him." Harry said tenderly.
"I know that. But, does he?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
Harry gazed down at Draco. "I don't know." He admitted.
"Tell him. Tell him that you care about him. Tell him how much you need him. He can hear you if you try hard enough." Madam Pomfrey said softly. Then she left the room. Harry drew up a chair and sat beside Draco, reaching out and taking his hand.
"Draco." He began, voice quivering. "You know I care about you right? You're so important to me, and I know you told me you don't want to hear 'I love you' from me, but it seems like I am inevitably, unavoidably falling in love with you."
He took a deep breath and wiped some of the liquid out of his eyes which seemed suspiciously like tears. "Please, don't die. There are so many things that I never got the chance to say, never got the chance todo." He whispered, planting small kisses along Draco's ear. "Please."
Harry leaned forward, running his hand alongside the side of Draco's cheek, then lay his head on the smaller boy's chest, crying quietly. He didn't think that he'd ever cried this much in his life. And it was over Draco.
"Harry?" A small voice piled at the doorway. Harry turned to see a small first year. "Professor Dumbledore would like to see you."
Harry thanked him, gave Draco one last kiss on the forehead, and left the room. On the way to the professor's office, he was surprised to see Snape walking towards the infirmary. "Going to see Draco sir?" he asked in surprise. Snape's lip curled in what could be considered a smile. "Yes Potter. I'm going to…check up on him. Harry smiled, happy that people other than himself cared about Draco's well-being.
"Sir?" Harry said as he pushed open the door.
"Sit down Harry." Was how he was greeted. Harry sighed and plopped into the chair in front of Dumbledore's large, mahogany table. "You've been crying." Dumbledore observed. "A lot."
Harry, stricken, wiped his face with the back of his hand. "It's nothing really. I…"
"You know apart from Physical pain, people cry when they are very passionate about something. Are you passionate about something?"
Harry thought about Draco and answered almost immediately. "Yes." He said. "Very."
Albus nodded. "Harry, I'm about to ask you something very important. Plese think this through before you answer me."
Harry swallowed, and then nodded. "I know how you feel about Draco. It doesn't take a genius for anyone to see that you're deeply in love."
Harry blushed and his voice sounded strained and constricted when it left his throat. "What, what are you talking about? Me and Draco are sworn enemy's. We…we…I don't love him!!"
Dumbledore ignored him. "Which is why I'm going to ask you this question." He continued. "I'm sorry to say this, but I'm asking you to break off your relationship with Draco. You can't continue it."
Harry stared at him for along time before dropping all his old pretence. "What?" He screamed, jumping up angrily. "No, he needs me! You can't make me!" The chair fell over as Harry stamped his foot in a fit of fury. "I've got to protect him!"
"Harry, calm down and think properly about Draco. If Voldermort ever found out about you and Draco, he would use the boy to bring you in as bait!"
Harry fixed his chair and sat back down. The thought calmed him down a bit. "I- I wasn't thinking about that. I don't want Draco to be hurt though and anyways, he would get really suspicious if I suddenly decided to break things off with him." He said quietly. "And plus," he added. "It's not even real. It's just a comfort relationship."
"It wouldn't seem suspicious if you told him the only reason you were with him was to gather information about Voldermort and you had grown tired of waiting." The professor said calmly.
"I could never do that!" Harry said in anguish, tears filling his eyes at the predicament he was faced with. "It would break his heart."
"He'll get hurt both ways, but one will be shorter and in the long run less painful, no ties attached."
Harry scraped his mind, trying to find a way for him and Draco to be together. All he could come up with was more reasons for them to stay apart, and the name of an old show tune he had kept forgetting. "So Harry, are you going to comply with my request?" the professor said. Harry's head hurt. Did he love Draco? Was he willing to let him get hurt? The second one was a definite no, and he had that in mind as he answered. "Yes. I'll break up with Draco."
Rand R plese please! otherwise i will get discuraged.Keep guessing, keep giving advice. it makes me happy -.- Thank you for your comments, i'll anme u personally in the next chapie!