Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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To Love A Nazi
Chapter 10-Chronicle
Draco walked into his rooms. Harry was there. It had been painful to come back to these rooms after that kiss. Oh God, that kiss was wonderful. It was the best kiss of his life. It had made him feel like his life was worth something. Now, he didn't know how to act around Harry. How should he act? He had never faced this kind of problem before. All of the other people he had slept with were taken away before he had to face them the next day. He walked into the room and looked around. There was Harry, sitting near the fireplace, reading a book. He should talk to him.
"Draco, I'm glad that you are back. We have to talk," Harry looked up from his book and said to Draco.
"What do you want to talk about?," Draco asked him in a non-feeling sort of voice.
"Last week you kissed me and then nothing. You didn't say anything afterwards. I didn't even know if you liked it. How was I to know if were happy with me? Now you haven't said anything about what happened. I'm going insane! Won't you tell me something?," Harry said as he walked from the chair to staring Draco in the face.
"Harry....that kiss was the most wonderful one I had ever had in my life. I didn't know what you thought of it. I saw the way you acted when you asked if you would be my whore. I then told myself that I wouldn't hurt you. God, you are special to me and I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted you to trust me before I made a move. But, you were just there and I had to stop you from going down that hallway. It was the first thing that came to my head to stop you. I didn't mean to make that kiss go as far as it did. I'm so sorry, Harry," Draco spilled everything that had been on his mind since he had kissed Harry. He didn't care if he was rambling or repeating himself. He looked up, into Harry's eyes, and saw not hate or disgust. He saw caring and delight.
"Draco, at first I didn't want you to make a move. After you did, I wanted more. I still want more. It's nice that you want to take it slow, I've never had a man want to take it slow with me before. I would love to take it slow, but right now I want you to kiss me."
"Really?"
"Yes, really truly."
Harry didn't get to say anything else because right then Draco's arms had pulled them together. Their lips already trying to find each other. It was better than their first kiss; the desire that they had for the past week was put into that kiss. Draco started to make the kiss deeper; he outlined Harry's lips with his tongue. Harry started to moan and he opened his mouth for Draco. They began to explore the other's mouth, finding all of the places that made the other moan and kept those in their minds for later. It was over too soon, as they both came up for air. Draco didn't pull away from Harry this time. Both were amazed at how much the other want them. Draco broke the mood after the kiss with a question.
"Harry, do you know who the girl you were chasing after last week was?"
"Yes, she's my best friend from out hometown. We grew up together. Why do you ask?" Harry said with absolute certain of what he was talking about.
"That girl is also Hitler's nymph. No one can touch her without having his wrath come down upon them."
"What do you mean 'nymph'?," Harry asked
"Call girl, whore, and prostitute, that's what I meant by nymph. God, Harry. Are you so innocent that you don't even know what most of those words mean?," Draco said with an exasperated sigh and pulled away from Harry to go sit in the chair Harry had been in when he had come in.
"I know what whore and prostitute mean. Mela told me long ago that those who sold their bodies for money or pleasure would go to hell, because that wasn't God's wish. God wanted all to treat their bodies like sacred temples," Harry recited to Draco as he sat on Draco's lap and cuddled up to him.
"Tell me more about you and Mela. You sound like you worshiped her, was she really that great?," Draco put his arms around Harry and pulled him closer.
"Mela and I grew up together. When we weren't at our own homes, then we would be at the other's house. Her family became a second family to me, as my family became her second family. Our parents were the best of friends after we were born. They were already good friends, but we made them closer.
"They became closer in part because, once we were old enough we were to marry. I never knew if I could ever love her like a lover. She was the little sister who my parents hadn't had. The only love I had for her was the love and older brother had for his sister. Mela shared my thoughts. How could a brother and sister marry, have kids and grow old together? So we grew up knowing that we would have to marry.
"Then the police came and asked for all of the Jews who hadn't grown up in our town to come with them. Everything would be okay they said. After that, Jews from towns up north came down to our town. They said that they were trying to get away from the men who killed babies by ripping them in half. The men who had people dig huge pits, get into them and be shot. These stories were too terrible to believe. So, no one did. Mela and I weren't to hear these stories, but we did. Those who came into town told her father these stories. He was the most powerful person in our town. We would sneak down after we had been put to bed and listen to the grown ups talk. After we heard the stories we had nightmares for weeks. Sure, fifteen-year-olds shouldn't have nightmare, but we did. Travelers like them had come through our town for the last three years. Each group would have different news of the war, but the last group was the one I remember best because right after them and their terrible stories the police came. They built box around our homes. They said that all Jews should behind the walls they had put up. It was amazing that all of the of us could fit behind those walls. Most of our town was Jewish.
"We lived there for a year. It was okay in that box, but I missed my friends that weren't Jewish. I always wondered what they were doing. Before long, the police were taking people out of the box we had been put in. The police told us that they had been taken out because they were some of the few who had truly become alright with living were we were. Those people were about to start having really good lives. Even better than before the police had come. Like fools we all believed them. Before we knew it, there were only a few families left with our family. Soon Mela was my only friend. We were always together. Then our parents died. Within weeks of each other, we were both orphans. When we were taken out of what the police called a 'ghetto', we realized we had lived there for a year.
"Then we were taken on a cramped train ride to someplace. Mela kept telling me that everything would be okay. We were just going on to a better life. I knew that she didn't believe her own words. I needed to believe them, so I did. She must have known something that I didn't because the last words she said to me were: 'Harry, always remember your dreams. They can save your life.'
"After the we were gotten off the train, some men forced us to go into two lines. I remember thinking that they didn't have the right to split us up. Mela had said that we would always be there for each other. How could we be together when we couldn't even see each other?
"That was the last time I had seen her, until last week. I had wished to see her alive for so long, I couldn't believe my eyes. My wish had come true. It was amazing to see her, I don't know why she ran from me.
"There you know my past with Mela. I can't believe I went on like that. You must be so board," Harry said, looking down. He had felt Draco stiffen up when he started to talk about what had happened after the first time the police came to his town. He didn't know if he should say anything else, but Draco made him feel so safe that he just said all that happened.
"Harry, look in my eyes." Draco didn't sound mad, so Harry looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry that this happened to you. It was all my family's fault that anything like this started in the first place. I will try to stop this from happening to any other towns, but I don't have enough power that I could dare call much attention to myself. What I need you to understand is that sometimes I may have to hurt you. I would only have to do this if I was with one of my officers, got it?," Draco knew that deep in his heart he would protect Harry with his life.
"I understand, Draco. When you said that Mela was Hitler's nymph? I know Mela, she would never let anyone touch her without her wanting them to."
"Hitler heard some of his men talking about some news one of them had gotten from the camps. It was about a girl that, no matter how hard anyone tried, she would not break. This was one of the only things that saved her life. It made the officers at the camp want her more. Every women that they mange to break, gets old for them. A broken women will do what she is told to do without any sprit behind her movements.
"Your friend, Mela, always had sprit behind what she was doing. By being strong she lived. The officers said that whenever she did anything it was as if her mind wasn't part of her body. Her body may have done anything, but her mind wasn't hurt by it. Hitler was interested in her because she wasn't broken. He ordered her brought here.
"When she first came in and met Hitler, she looked at him and spit in his face. She then told him 'to go to hell and burn there forever because of what he was doing to God's chosen people'. From what Hitler told me was that she put an 'air of not caring' around her, and to him it looked as if she was about to walk out of the room on him. He still hasn't broken her. He tries everyday to break her, but no matter how many times she falls, she won't break. The latest thing he's tried to break her with is hitting her when ever he sees her praying," Draco loved to see Harry smile like he was right know.
"That sounds like Mela," Harry was glad to hear some of what Mela was doing. But, inside he was worried about he. I think that she's already been broken. I fear that she's been broken ever since we heard those travelers tell their stories. I need to see her soon, he thought to himself as he smiled at Draco.
In another part of the building, the subject of what they had been talking about was crying her eyes out. Mela was in her garden pulling up weeds. Her tears watered the plants as her hair hid from them what she was crying about. Hitler had found her praying again and had hit her. But, this time she had kept praying as he hit her. Finally, she gave into what he wanted and stopped praying. Her body was now covered in hit marks. Her face was the worst off. Big purple, blue and black marks grew on her cheeks.
A soldier walked past. He heard the soft whisper of her as she cried. He followed his ears to the sound's source. He saw Mela, crouched in the dirt, crying. Her hand went up to push some of her beautiful hair out of her face. His breath caught in his throat for a minute as he saw the bruise on her face. Then, his breath continued to come and go from him at a normal pace. She hadn't even heard him. This was a women whose sadness could stop wars and form peace treaties. She was the picture of a broken women.
The soldier left her in her sadness to go tell his commander of what he had seen. This may be the one that his commander could use to change the war and ended it for good.
Mela never heard the soldier. As the soldier left, she cut her hand on a rose thorn. She watched as the blood welled up and started to drip on to the ground. She was amazed, she hadn't even felt the pain she should have felt from such a cut.
