Harry's eyes filled slowly with hot tears. He didn't want to start crying, not now, but just thinking about how much Draco had to care for him to be doing this right now was almost unbearable. It was like what his parents had had. Draco loved him, stupid idiot. Why hadn't he just gotten over it? Harry brushed away the hot liquids of passion and gazed at Draco. He wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Not now, not ever.
Lord Voldermort rolled his eyes as everyone else began laughing. "You love him?" He cooed. "You love Harry Potter?" then he brandished his wand and pointed it at Draco's chest. "Not the best choice my boy."
Draco stared at him with defiant eyes. "Go ahead; I've got nothing to live for anyways."
Voldermort didn't look particularly pleased about this. He liked when people suffered before they died. "How does it feel to know that you're going to die in vain, for he will never love you back?"
"Like shit." Draco said staring up at Voldermort. "But I don't care anymore. This whole damn world is fucked up. Just fucking fucked up." Then he paused to think. "Like bunnies in heat."
Some death eaters sniggered.
Voldermort frowned. This boy puzzled him. He had to learn more about him. No one treated him this way in the face of death. They never had before. Maybe he woudnt kill him just yet, maybe he would keep him, like a slave. Even Lord's needed wives. Once the world was rid of muggles…
"You're a charming little boy, who needs to be broken in. I will spare you." He said majestically. Draco arched an eyebrow. He'd been fazing out. "Sorry you were saying something?" he quipped.
"Yes, I will keep you…"
"Fucked like bunnies…" Draco murmured.
"As a pet. You will entertain me."
"Little fucked up bunnies." Draco began chanting.
"You will be my source of comic relief…"
"Fuckidy fuck fuck, little fucking bunnies…" Draco bopped to the beat his body grinding against his bonds. He didn't seem to give a damn. In fact he seemed to have gone mad.
"But before I do that, I will find Potter and kill him before you."
Draco stopped bouncing. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" he yelled. "THAT'S SICK. I LOVE HIM!"
He began crying and withering against his ties. "I WON'T WATCH. I'LL DIE BEFORE!"
Harry looked at Draco who was kicking and thrashing crazily. He was going mad. Voldermort smiled and walked to Draco, stroking his cheek. Harry finally understood what he had meant.
That he would keep Draco.
As a sex slave.
Harry's face heated and like the brave, blundering hero he was, he flung of his cloak. He was still directly behind Voldermort, who hadn't seen him yet and was too busy gazing at Draco, fascinated. Did everyone want his body or something?
Harry pointed his wand at him. "Stop touching him you perverted old man." His voice came out professionally and loud, and compared to how he felt was a complete opposite. Voldermort turned and looked at him with huge, wide eyes. "Harry Potter. What a pleasant surprise." Reaching out, he kicked Draco in his stomach. "Is this what you came here for?"
Harry looked down at Draco, bile filling his mouth. "Stop! Leave him alone. It's me you want isn't it?"
Voldermort heaved a sigh. "Yes, but I also want to see you suffer." He rubbed his temples with his scarily long and slender fingers. "I thought you would understand that by now. Obviously this boy is important to you. I suppose you watching him die is more fulfilling that him watching you. So…"
He pointed his wand at Draco yet again. "Prepare yourself."
Harry was frozen. "You wouldn't." he whispered. 'Okay, not the smartest thing to say, thinking about the amount of times he's done this before…'
He began running towards draco. No, he wouldn't make it in time. Why hadn't he just killed Voldermort. He couldn't could he? But he had to protect Draco. No, he was too far. Damn he'd never make it.
No.
No.
No.
No.
NO!
Harry forgot every protective shield and charm he knew and dropped his wand, making a flying leap to protect Draco.
"Aveda Kedavra." He heard Voldermort's cold voice say.
Harry suddenly felt ice cold. He hadn't made it, had he? He felt sickly cold, but not dead. Had he jumped in front of Draco in time to protect him? He hadn't. Suddenly everything went blank, and he couldn't breathe or see. He didn't know where he was and then everything just went away.
Draco woke up but couldn't make himself open his eyes. Something told him he didn't want to. Why did he feel so warm? Where was he? He opened one eye carefully and found himself staring up at an incredibly beige ceiling. 'Horrible color.' He noted in disgust. The pillow that was propping his head up felt strange too. 'Where am I?'
Feeling slightly braver, he opened his other eye as well and looked around with baited breath. Yes, this was definitely a hospital room. What was he doing in a hospital room?
He tried moving his neck so he could see the rest of the room better, but it felt really stiff and painful. Why was he in a hospital?
The memories flashed by like a really bad movie. Voldermort. The blinding green light. Harry screaming. Harry jumping in front of him. The killing curse. Draco no longer gave a damn about his neck and shot up in his bed, breathing heavily. Harry had shielded him from the killing curse. That stupid, stupid darling hero, with his stupid, idiotic 'moral values' and 'conscience'.
'Wait, if Harry jumped in front of me, he…' Draco's mind stopped working. When he began crying, he realized that what he'd done before was not classified as crying. The little snivels with all the dainty tears gathering in his eyes when something went wrong, or the more drastic loud and dramatic great heaves, without tears, or the one where his body wouldn't stop trembling and he was completely silent, but the tears wouldn't stop coming, that wasn't crying. And he thought he'd known crying. What he felt now, this disgusting crawling infestation that began where his soul and heart must've been ever so long ago, that spread to the other parts of his already weakened body, taking over his every being, making him something inhuman, radical and uncontrollably depressed, this was crying. He felt like he might break in two. Just simply split and rip apart. He probably would've if it were not for the soft arms that grabbed him up, gathering his body into the protective shield of warmth and hugging him close.
"Draco, it's okay Draco. It's all over now. Everything's done. Don't cry, you'll raise your blood pressure. Don't be scared. Everything's going to be better now."
Draco clung to the tiny body that was holding him up so well and pressed his face into the shoulder. He couldn't stop crying, not even if he wanted to. He couldn't even see through his tears. "No, no, no, no." he wailed. "Everything's not done, nothing will ever be better, Harry's gone. He's gone, he's gone, he's gone…" His voice trailed off into a mumble of incoherent words.
"Harry?" The voice sounded confused. "Why do you care?"
Draco tried to breathe, it didn't work and he simply buried his face more into the warmth that was enfolding him. "You wouldn't understand, you wouldn't. Harry, and the killing curse. They tried to…he killed Harry!"
"Draco look at me." A firm voice said into his ear. Draco looked up into the tear-filled glistening eyes of Jared (1). Jared, looking worried wiped his face. "You've got to calm down and breathe okay?"
Something about Jared's tone quieted Draco's tormented soul. Or maybe it was how beautiful he was. Veela had always been an incredibly large weakness for him, especially the males. "Good. Now could you start over? From the top."
"Yeah, what do you mean everything's not done?" Ron interceded. Draco looked at him in surprise. He hadn't noticed the redhead. He looked around the room for anyone else who might be there. Blaise was fast asleep in the bed beside him, a bandage around his forehead, his thumb in his mouth. The covers only came up to his waist. He looked adorable.
"What happened to Blaise? He didn't get hurt by death eaters did he?" Draco said frantically. "They got into the school? Did you guys have to fight them?"
Jared rolled his eyes, though he his arms were still around Draco. "No, he just hit his head against the door and fell down the stairs after he got Professor McGonagall. Excitement never did him well." He laughed.
"The war's over Draco. You've been asleep for two days straight. Voldermort's dead, everybody's rebuilding and re-uniting."
Draco blinked. "But how? Didn't he kill Harry?"
Both Ron and Jared looked confused. "We don't know anything Draco. Only you and Harry would know. You're the only one that was there."
"So why didn't you just ask Harry." Draco snapped. His head hurt so badly, he wished everything would just go away. Nothing was making sense. Ron looked at the floor and Jared gazed around the room. "Why?" Draco's voice had a hint of hysteria now. "What's happened to Harry? Is he…"
"The doctor told us not to get you upset!" Jared explained.
"Why would it get me upset? Is Harry dead?! Tell me now Jared!" Draco screamed, trembling hard. Jared looked at him in fright. Draco was gripping so hard his shoulder hurt. "Draco let go of me. No, Harry's not dead."
Draco let out a sigh of relief and whispered an apology to Jared. "Then, what's wrong?"
"He's been in a coma." Ron said bluntly. "For the past two days. We didn't know anything about the killing curse. All we know, all anyone knows is that Voldermort is dead. So we need you to tell us what happened from two nights ago."
"In a coma?" Draco asked. Jared shot Ron a 'damn you, can't you see he's ill?' look and turned to Draco compassionately. "Just tell us Draco. Please."
So Draco did. He couldn't resist Jared anyways. He told them about the person who had lead him outside. "Apparently they were under the imperious, but I don't understand why I followed them."
"Try to remember."
"She….or he, was really beautiful, sort of like a veela. But we don't have any veela here do we?" Draco mused.
Jared's face paled. "It was me!" He cried out sadly. "I was under the imperious?"
Draco looked confused. "Sure, you're really hot and stuff, but I don't think I'd follow you around like that. It's not like I'm gaping senselessly at you."
Jared let out a puff of air. "I'm not being alluringright now! If I were, you wouldn't stand a chance. It was me." His face crumpled.
Draco's voice drifted away. "Yeah." He agreed.
"I'm so sorry Draco. I didn't know. I don't even remember." Jared said, beginning to cry.
Ron moved forward and in one motion, pulled his boyfriend into his arms. "What the hell is wrong with you Draco? He didn't do any of that on purpose!"
He bent and whispered into Jared's ear. "It's okay baby, cause now that fucking bastard-" Jared thumped him in his back with his fist. "I mean that damn…umm evil snake…thing, is gone and no one's putting you under the imperious ever again."
Jared gave him a watery smile. "Thanks Ron." He said ruefully. Ron smiled down at him. Sensitivity hadn't been one of his best traits in life, bluntness was what he'd been most popular in. but when he met Jared, everything had changed and now he could tell whenever his soul mate was sad, even if it didn't show on his face. What he'd had with Harry was a lust-filled crush. He hadn't even thought of having sex with Jared. Being with him was enough. He loved him and he wanted to be with him forever.
Draco's huge grey eyes looked between the hugging couple and he gave a tiny half-smile. They were adorable together. Truly. He wished he could have that with someone. Anyone. No, not anyone. One certain someone in particular…
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