Chapter 7
"Harry, you've been in there for hours. Come on; at least go to bed and get some rest."
Harry had left the Great Hall shortly after Draco's dramatic exit, and hadn't left the boys shower room since then. He had locked the door to prevent his friends getting in and he had cast a silencing spell so they couldn't hear him crying. He couldn't face them yet; he just wanted to be left alone to come to terms with what had happened. // How could Draco do that to me? I thought he loved me. //
He could still hear his friends discussing what had happened and trying to lure him out of the room. He knew it would be like that all week; everyone talking about what had happened and either fussing over him or laughing at him. He couldn't stand that.
Harry sorted himself out and opened the door. He almost laughed at the look of shock on their faces.
"Harry-"
"Mate-"
"No! I don't want to talk about it; I don't want to even acknowledge it happened. I want to be left alone and I want to never see Draco Malfoy again."
Hermione walked up to him and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Whatever you want, Harry."
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That night, Neville couldn't sleep. He could hear Harry crying softly and he knew that it was his fault. He had hurt Harry badly; prevented him from loving and being loved. He hadn't meant for it to work that way.
He climbed out of his bed and searched his desk for his wand. Harry looked up at the sudden movement and attempted to hide his tear-streaked face. His curiosity got the better of him and he looked at Neville as he walked to the foot of his bed.
"It was all my fault, not Draco's. Bye, Harry." He smiled sadly and pointed his wand at himself. He performed the first spell he ever got right in front of Harry, and the last.
Harry screamed as a green light filled the room and Neville's body collapsed lifeless onto the floor.
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Everyone in Griffindor was in a state of shock. They couldn't believe sweet cheerful Neville had killed himself. When Harry and Seamus walked into their dorm to find Ron going through his stuff, they both pulled out their wands, ready to fight anyone to get rid of the pain.
"Wait, No! His Gran sent a message that we had to sort out his things and send them on. His parents aren't in a fit condition to do it and she's too ill. I was just looking through to see how long it would take and see if I could make a start now or wait till after dinner."
Harry looked at the floor crestfallen. He had a look with Ron and discovered a slim black book with Neville Longbottom written on the back. He slipped it into his pocket to read at another time; he wasn't able to, right now, but in a while he would read it and possibly find out why the young boy had felt it necessary to leave his life.
At dinner, the Slytherin table was very happy. They had humiliated the Boy Who Lived and the Griffindors were all looking awful. Goyle was the only one who didn't look particularly happy and he kept shooting sympathetic looks Harry's way. Harry wasn't looking.
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On Sunday, Harry grabbed his broom and headed out to the Quidditch field. He was fed up with everyone tiptoeing round him or looking for sympathy themselves. He wanted to be alone and flying around in the air was the perfect way to cheer him up.
He mounted his broom and flew round the field a few times. He practised turns and dives all day until it started getting dark. Still, he felt reluctant to go in. He enchanted the grass to send sparks of light into the air, almost like upside down glowing rain. He was floating about thirty feet up when a cold voice came from behind him.
"Remember the last time it was just you and me in the air? That bumbling fool hasn't changed a bit."
Harry practically fell off his broom at the sound of the laughing voice. "Shut the fuck up Malfoy; you don't know what you're talking about."
"My, my, still a little touchy about last night? I hadn't realised it meant so much to you. Oh well, it was good whilst it lasted, even if you were after a deep relationship and I was just after a cheap fu-" Malfoy didn't see what hit him as he went tumbling towards the earth.
~~~~****~~~~
He came round later to realise someone was punching him over and over in the face. It hurt. He managed to work out what the person was saying before his eyes could focus.
"He's dead; he's dead you bastard, dead!"
Still the torment on his face continued and he was trying to work up the strength to retaliate when he realised just who was punching him. And why.
And as all the pieces, all the memories fell into place, Draco remembered his love for Harry, the boy pounding his face. He remembered what he had done, he remembered how he mortified Harry. Upon realising all that had happened, he turned his cheek and let the other boy continue the onslaught until he blissfully passed out again.
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Harry finally regained his composure and looked down at the beaten face. Even with blood trickling from his lips and nose, which looked slightly crooked and swollen, Draco was still beautiful. A soft whisper escaped the bloodied mouth.
"Harry."
He picked him up, ignoring the whisper, ignoring the cuts on his reddened knuckles, and carried him to the Hospital Wing, before returning to his room and falling asleep. He dreamt of his time with Draco, which swiftly turned to a nightmare and he woke up screaming. He felt haunted by the pale face laughing down at him as he fell on the floor. He cried as he remembered the saddened look on Neville's face and he sobbed quietly into the pillows before sinking into a deep dreamless sleep.
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Draco came round in the hospital wing, startling his two companions. He looked blearily into his friend's eyes and whispered, "Did I really do it?"
They nodded and he sank back onto the bed, tears forming in his eyes.
"Go tell Harry I love him. Go tell him I'm sorry and I want to see him. Please."
Again they nodded and left quickly for Potions lesson.
~~~~****~~~~
"You think I want to go see that bastard, just to get humiliated again? No thanks! I swear that guy has no feelings. Just go away."
Harry turned his back on the larger boys and marched off with Ron and Hermione trailing behind.
"Are you sure you don't want to go see him, Harry? He might have a reason, some excuse."
Harry stopped and turned suddenly. Hermione almost crashed into him. He glared at the girl and she hastily took a step back. He softened slightly at the fear in her eyes and apologised.
"Look it's hard, that's all. Neville's gone and Malfoy is back as he always was. I can't stand him blowing hot and cold and I know he'll do it again and again. I can't stand that. Tell Snape I'm not going to Potions; tell him I'm sick or hurt or something. That'll make him happy."
His friends watched as he walked away quietly and made his way back to the dorm.
He flung himself on his bed and sat there staring at nothing for a while. He remembered he still hadn't looked at Neville's journal. He didn't want to pry into the boy's life; he just wanted a reason. He turned to the last entry and started reading in silence.
"I shouldn't have given Malfoy that potion. I shouldn't have made him do that to Harry. My darling Harry. I'm sorry for all the hurt I've caused with the help of one little anti-love potion."
Harry couldn't read any further.
~~~~****~~~~
Draco looked with wide frightened eyes at the messengers. He ran to the window and sat, pulling his knees up towards him. Gazing out the window he thought to himself // It's too late. //
He didn't notice his friends exit quietly, or the cloaked figure enter. He didn't notice when the figure walked towards him slowly. He did notice, however, when a wand was poked into his back and he felt himself move towards the door even though he attempted to stop.
He walked in this way followed by the cloaked figure until he came to a large statue of one of the school's founders, Godric Griffindor. Then his pursuer spoke.
"Grandfather."
Draco turned excitedly at the sound of Harry's voice but was pushed through a gap behind the statue that had just appeared. He found himself in a large room decked out in red and gold. It was comfortably furnished as a lounge and there was a massive fireplace lit and doors leading off.
"What is this place?" he asked as Harry moved around him to open one of the other doors.
"Last year, I discovered from Voldemort that I am Godric Griffindor's great, great, great (and a few more) grandson. I have access to this room whenever I want. No one else can enter unless I invite them and no one can leave unless I let them. Which is perfect as that means you aren't going anywhere." He laughed and walked off into one of the rooms.
Draco explored all the other rooms and discovered a library, a kitchen, a massive bathroom with a connecting door towards the room Harry had entered, and a dining room. He realised the one Harry had gone into must be a bedroom of some sort but he wasn't sure he wanted to go into it.
He grabbed a book of Dark Arts, which he had read several times as a child, and sat down in front of the fire. After all, there was nowhere else to go.
~~~~****~~~~
Harry watched Draco exploring his apartment on a little TV screen in his bedroom. He looked surprised when Draco settled down and he realised that Draco hadn't even attempted to leave. He would have been able to, but he hadn't tried. He knew now that Draco loved him and it was really his fault that Neville had slipped Draco the potion. He wasn't sure what had made him bring Draco up here, except for the thought of the blond head resting on the massive four-poster bed. He sighed, realising that he had to let Draco go. He moved out of the room and came face to face with his love, who was staring intently at him. He was about to speak when Draco walked directly past him, into the bedroom.
Harry followed him wondering what he was about to do when the blond boy started taking off his clothes. Harry watched him slowly take off his robes and let them fall to the floor and take his shirt off slower than Harry thought was possible. He found he couldn't wait any longer however when Draco started looking around the bedroom in his trousers and he moved towards the boy and the bed. As soon as he stepped forwards, however, Draco turned with his wand and yelled "Constrictium." Harry felt himself thrown towards the bed his hands held above him by some invisible binding.
Draco smiled at the ease of accomplishing his plan. He walked over to the bed and started removing Harry's clothes. Every time he undid a button, every time he exposed some skin, he kissed, bit or licked his trembling prisoner. Soon he had the darker guy moaning in pleasure, totally naked. He tore off the remainder of his own clothing before laying himself on top of Harry and claiming his mouth. How he had missed the sweetness of Harry's pink mouth.
Eventually he pulled away from the kiss to look at Harry surrendering. Harry followed Draco's mouth but his restrains held him back from reaching his goal and he lay back, defeated.
Draco slid his hand down Harry's body and gripped his firm appendage. Harry gasped at the tight hold and whimpered as Draco rubbed his hand up and down.
"I'm sorry, Harry. Tell me you except my apology. Tell me you love me. TELL ME!"
He stroked faster and faster and the friction was sending Harry groaning into a frenzy. He could feel his pleasure mounting and he lost himself as his world exploded.
"I love you," he screamed as he came.
He fell back, sweating as Draco kissed him again. "I love you, too."
Draco continued to show Harry how much he loved him in every way possible and the two boys enjoyed themselves late into the night, not willing to separate so soon after repairing the rift between them.
Not quite finished, another chapter or two thanks for the reviews xxx
"Harry, you've been in there for hours. Come on; at least go to bed and get some rest."
Harry had left the Great Hall shortly after Draco's dramatic exit, and hadn't left the boys shower room since then. He had locked the door to prevent his friends getting in and he had cast a silencing spell so they couldn't hear him crying. He couldn't face them yet; he just wanted to be left alone to come to terms with what had happened. // How could Draco do that to me? I thought he loved me. //
He could still hear his friends discussing what had happened and trying to lure him out of the room. He knew it would be like that all week; everyone talking about what had happened and either fussing over him or laughing at him. He couldn't stand that.
Harry sorted himself out and opened the door. He almost laughed at the look of shock on their faces.
"Harry-"
"Mate-"
"No! I don't want to talk about it; I don't want to even acknowledge it happened. I want to be left alone and I want to never see Draco Malfoy again."
Hermione walked up to him and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Whatever you want, Harry."
~~~~****~~~~
That night, Neville couldn't sleep. He could hear Harry crying softly and he knew that it was his fault. He had hurt Harry badly; prevented him from loving and being loved. He hadn't meant for it to work that way.
He climbed out of his bed and searched his desk for his wand. Harry looked up at the sudden movement and attempted to hide his tear-streaked face. His curiosity got the better of him and he looked at Neville as he walked to the foot of his bed.
"It was all my fault, not Draco's. Bye, Harry." He smiled sadly and pointed his wand at himself. He performed the first spell he ever got right in front of Harry, and the last.
Harry screamed as a green light filled the room and Neville's body collapsed lifeless onto the floor.
~~~~****~~~~
Everyone in Griffindor was in a state of shock. They couldn't believe sweet cheerful Neville had killed himself. When Harry and Seamus walked into their dorm to find Ron going through his stuff, they both pulled out their wands, ready to fight anyone to get rid of the pain.
"Wait, No! His Gran sent a message that we had to sort out his things and send them on. His parents aren't in a fit condition to do it and she's too ill. I was just looking through to see how long it would take and see if I could make a start now or wait till after dinner."
Harry looked at the floor crestfallen. He had a look with Ron and discovered a slim black book with Neville Longbottom written on the back. He slipped it into his pocket to read at another time; he wasn't able to, right now, but in a while he would read it and possibly find out why the young boy had felt it necessary to leave his life.
At dinner, the Slytherin table was very happy. They had humiliated the Boy Who Lived and the Griffindors were all looking awful. Goyle was the only one who didn't look particularly happy and he kept shooting sympathetic looks Harry's way. Harry wasn't looking.
~~~~****~~~~
On Sunday, Harry grabbed his broom and headed out to the Quidditch field. He was fed up with everyone tiptoeing round him or looking for sympathy themselves. He wanted to be alone and flying around in the air was the perfect way to cheer him up.
He mounted his broom and flew round the field a few times. He practised turns and dives all day until it started getting dark. Still, he felt reluctant to go in. He enchanted the grass to send sparks of light into the air, almost like upside down glowing rain. He was floating about thirty feet up when a cold voice came from behind him.
"Remember the last time it was just you and me in the air? That bumbling fool hasn't changed a bit."
Harry practically fell off his broom at the sound of the laughing voice. "Shut the fuck up Malfoy; you don't know what you're talking about."
"My, my, still a little touchy about last night? I hadn't realised it meant so much to you. Oh well, it was good whilst it lasted, even if you were after a deep relationship and I was just after a cheap fu-" Malfoy didn't see what hit him as he went tumbling towards the earth.
~~~~****~~~~
He came round later to realise someone was punching him over and over in the face. It hurt. He managed to work out what the person was saying before his eyes could focus.
"He's dead; he's dead you bastard, dead!"
Still the torment on his face continued and he was trying to work up the strength to retaliate when he realised just who was punching him. And why.
And as all the pieces, all the memories fell into place, Draco remembered his love for Harry, the boy pounding his face. He remembered what he had done, he remembered how he mortified Harry. Upon realising all that had happened, he turned his cheek and let the other boy continue the onslaught until he blissfully passed out again.
~~~~****~~~~
Harry finally regained his composure and looked down at the beaten face. Even with blood trickling from his lips and nose, which looked slightly crooked and swollen, Draco was still beautiful. A soft whisper escaped the bloodied mouth.
"Harry."
He picked him up, ignoring the whisper, ignoring the cuts on his reddened knuckles, and carried him to the Hospital Wing, before returning to his room and falling asleep. He dreamt of his time with Draco, which swiftly turned to a nightmare and he woke up screaming. He felt haunted by the pale face laughing down at him as he fell on the floor. He cried as he remembered the saddened look on Neville's face and he sobbed quietly into the pillows before sinking into a deep dreamless sleep.
~~~~****~~~~
Draco came round in the hospital wing, startling his two companions. He looked blearily into his friend's eyes and whispered, "Did I really do it?"
They nodded and he sank back onto the bed, tears forming in his eyes.
"Go tell Harry I love him. Go tell him I'm sorry and I want to see him. Please."
Again they nodded and left quickly for Potions lesson.
~~~~****~~~~
"You think I want to go see that bastard, just to get humiliated again? No thanks! I swear that guy has no feelings. Just go away."
Harry turned his back on the larger boys and marched off with Ron and Hermione trailing behind.
"Are you sure you don't want to go see him, Harry? He might have a reason, some excuse."
Harry stopped and turned suddenly. Hermione almost crashed into him. He glared at the girl and she hastily took a step back. He softened slightly at the fear in her eyes and apologised.
"Look it's hard, that's all. Neville's gone and Malfoy is back as he always was. I can't stand him blowing hot and cold and I know he'll do it again and again. I can't stand that. Tell Snape I'm not going to Potions; tell him I'm sick or hurt or something. That'll make him happy."
His friends watched as he walked away quietly and made his way back to the dorm.
He flung himself on his bed and sat there staring at nothing for a while. He remembered he still hadn't looked at Neville's journal. He didn't want to pry into the boy's life; he just wanted a reason. He turned to the last entry and started reading in silence.
"I shouldn't have given Malfoy that potion. I shouldn't have made him do that to Harry. My darling Harry. I'm sorry for all the hurt I've caused with the help of one little anti-love potion."
Harry couldn't read any further.
~~~~****~~~~
Draco looked with wide frightened eyes at the messengers. He ran to the window and sat, pulling his knees up towards him. Gazing out the window he thought to himself // It's too late. //
He didn't notice his friends exit quietly, or the cloaked figure enter. He didn't notice when the figure walked towards him slowly. He did notice, however, when a wand was poked into his back and he felt himself move towards the door even though he attempted to stop.
He walked in this way followed by the cloaked figure until he came to a large statue of one of the school's founders, Godric Griffindor. Then his pursuer spoke.
"Grandfather."
Draco turned excitedly at the sound of Harry's voice but was pushed through a gap behind the statue that had just appeared. He found himself in a large room decked out in red and gold. It was comfortably furnished as a lounge and there was a massive fireplace lit and doors leading off.
"What is this place?" he asked as Harry moved around him to open one of the other doors.
"Last year, I discovered from Voldemort that I am Godric Griffindor's great, great, great (and a few more) grandson. I have access to this room whenever I want. No one else can enter unless I invite them and no one can leave unless I let them. Which is perfect as that means you aren't going anywhere." He laughed and walked off into one of the rooms.
Draco explored all the other rooms and discovered a library, a kitchen, a massive bathroom with a connecting door towards the room Harry had entered, and a dining room. He realised the one Harry had gone into must be a bedroom of some sort but he wasn't sure he wanted to go into it.
He grabbed a book of Dark Arts, which he had read several times as a child, and sat down in front of the fire. After all, there was nowhere else to go.
~~~~****~~~~
Harry watched Draco exploring his apartment on a little TV screen in his bedroom. He looked surprised when Draco settled down and he realised that Draco hadn't even attempted to leave. He would have been able to, but he hadn't tried. He knew now that Draco loved him and it was really his fault that Neville had slipped Draco the potion. He wasn't sure what had made him bring Draco up here, except for the thought of the blond head resting on the massive four-poster bed. He sighed, realising that he had to let Draco go. He moved out of the room and came face to face with his love, who was staring intently at him. He was about to speak when Draco walked directly past him, into the bedroom.
Harry followed him wondering what he was about to do when the blond boy started taking off his clothes. Harry watched him slowly take off his robes and let them fall to the floor and take his shirt off slower than Harry thought was possible. He found he couldn't wait any longer however when Draco started looking around the bedroom in his trousers and he moved towards the boy and the bed. As soon as he stepped forwards, however, Draco turned with his wand and yelled "Constrictium." Harry felt himself thrown towards the bed his hands held above him by some invisible binding.
Draco smiled at the ease of accomplishing his plan. He walked over to the bed and started removing Harry's clothes. Every time he undid a button, every time he exposed some skin, he kissed, bit or licked his trembling prisoner. Soon he had the darker guy moaning in pleasure, totally naked. He tore off the remainder of his own clothing before laying himself on top of Harry and claiming his mouth. How he had missed the sweetness of Harry's pink mouth.
Eventually he pulled away from the kiss to look at Harry surrendering. Harry followed Draco's mouth but his restrains held him back from reaching his goal and he lay back, defeated.
Draco slid his hand down Harry's body and gripped his firm appendage. Harry gasped at the tight hold and whimpered as Draco rubbed his hand up and down.
"I'm sorry, Harry. Tell me you except my apology. Tell me you love me. TELL ME!"
He stroked faster and faster and the friction was sending Harry groaning into a frenzy. He could feel his pleasure mounting and he lost himself as his world exploded.
"I love you," he screamed as he came.
He fell back, sweating as Draco kissed him again. "I love you, too."
Draco continued to show Harry how much he loved him in every way possible and the two boys enjoyed themselves late into the night, not willing to separate so soon after repairing the rift between them.
Not quite finished, another chapter or two thanks for the reviews xxx