A/N: hello again! Sorry this took a while. My story files are scattered around and I could remember what I labeled them as. I need to get a damn floppy. Anyhoo, I hope you all will like this chapter. Not a lot of changes in this one. There's more of Tom in this one, teehee!
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Some Kind Of Feeling.
Chapter 5.
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Harry woke up with a killer headache; his head throbbed causing him to wince when he shifted it slightly. He slowly opened his eye's and thanked God that someone kept his curtains closed so the sun didn't blind him and worsen his splitting headache. He sat up a bit and tried to think back to what caused his headache. A matter of fact, the last thing he remembered was kissing Draco. This little fact caused a dreamy smile to appear on his face. It didn't stay there for long when he heard yelling from downstairs. It was obviously his mother and father.
Harry groaned as he rose from his bed. He was only clad in a gray t-shirt and gray sweatpants so he made his way downstairs, slowly because his head seemed to pound harder with every step he took. Their yelling didn't help much either.
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" He's just like his father, I know it. He'll only end up hurting Harry because that's all Malfoy's know how to do!"
" James would you just listen to yourself!?" She yelled. " You're judging Draco by the knowledge you have of Lucius. What if Draco isn't like Lucius, which he probably isn't, then what'll you do? Will you find some other bizarre reason to keep Harry from finding someone he loves? I sure hope it isn't because he's gay because then you and me will have some serious problems, James Potter. He is your son and you will except him for who he is and you will get to know Draco Malfoy so you can see just how wrong you are about him." She glared. Her tone left no room for arguments and she turned to stomp from the living room when she noticed Harry standing there, looking confused.
" Harry, you're awake!" His mother exclaimed. She rushed over to him and guided him to the couch. " How are you feeling?" She asked gently, sitting next to him.
" My head hurts. Why were you two yelling?" He asked. She didn't answer right away and instead ordered James to go get some aspirin.
" Harry, don't you remember anything from last night?" She asked.
" I remember going to the dance . . .er and talking to Draco." He said uncomfortably. Lily smiled softly.
" It's okay, honey. We know." Harry blushed and nodded just as his father came back with a glass of water and two pills. He handed them to his son wordlessly and sat on the couch next to him. Harry quickly downed the pills, with the help of the water and set the glass on the coffee table in front of them.
" Um . . .what happened? Why does my head feel like it's been run over by a train?" He asked.
" Well, you see your father and Jake decided to chaperone the dance. I went along because I was helping to decorate and because I wanted to keep an eye on them so they didn't make fools of themselves. Jake some how escaped my view while I was busy talking to Headmaster Dumbledore. When I saw James slip through the door that led to the main school, I followed.
Now, from what Draco told me. Jake attacked him and you tried to stop him. Then he figured out that you and Draco were dating." James scowled at this. " Then Draco fought back and--"
" Oh, I remember!" He said. " Jake grabbed me and started saying rude things about me. Then Draco punched Jake and they both started fighting again. I wanted them to stop and tried to get between them but Jake ended up punching me. Was he drunk?" He asked. He knew Jake would never do anything like he did for real. Sure his temper was wild but he'd never resort to physical violence, as mild as it was, against him.
" Yes, I believe he may have been a little drunk." She sighed. " Those Weasley twin's spiked the punch." She said.
" None of this would have happened if you had just stayed away from that Malfoy." James said curtly. He had no problems with his son's sexual preferences. After all, both of his best friends were Gay. He only had a problem about his son's choice of boyfriend.
" Don't start James." Lily warned. She looked back down at her sullen son. " Honey, we don't have a problem with your preferences and I, at least, don't have a problem with Draco. I know he isn't like his father or else you would have stayed away from him." She said. " I won't let your father or brother stop you from relationships so do what you want." She said, pulling her son's hand into hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. " Okay?" She asked softly. He looked up at her and smiled.
" Yeah."
" Good. Why don't you go eat something? There's some left over pizza in the fridge." She said. He nodded but before he got up he had just one more question to ask.
" Where is Jake?" He asked.
" I assume he's staying with Carmen, why?" She asked. Harry frowned. He thought Jake would have told them about the divorce by now it had been almost two months already!
" Mom, Dad, Jake wouldn't be staying with Carmen." Harry said sadly. They looked at him with confusion.
" Why do you say that?" James asked.
" Because they're divorced." Harry said softly.
" What!?" They exclaimed in unison.
" When did this happen?" Lily asked sadly.
" Um, I guess in August. Jake told me he was divorced when he came home in September." Harry told them before standing. " When he comes back, talk to him? I know it's bothering him even though he doesn't act like it." Harry quietly left to let his parents ponder over things while he went to heat up his pizza.
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Jake had left, sometime after rendering his brother unconscious, for the forests about 5 miles from Little Hangleton. There was an old Tree house there, abandoned by a couple of kids some years ago. It was a good place to think since not everyone new about it. He was sitting out on the aging deck, not caring that it could collapse under his weight. It would be his just reward for what he did to Harry. He had never laid a hand on his brother so violently. Only ever out of play and he barely touched him then but this time, he knocked his brother out like he was one of his boxing rivals.
He only did it because he was trying to protect him. He didn't want his brother to get hurt by that blonde boy. He knew Malfoy would end up hurting his brother one way or another and he didn't want to see that happen. Now like when he was younger, not like with Bi--
He shook his head and got rid or that thought process. It was over and done with. He wouldn't think about it any longer. He's supposed to be worried about Harry now. He should be thinking about that stupid, idiotic move he made, punching his brother in the head. He should have known how to control himself.
He couldn't help it, though. He had practically grown up learning to hate all things Malfoy thanks to his father and he had seen Lucius Malfoy at some of the matches and championships. He looked like the type of person who had too much influence for his own, and everyone else's, good. It was totally true too. He was a manipulative bastard, he often saw him in the old underground matches he use to fight in, winning money and generally being a snide bastard.
' And his son's just like him.' Jake thought bitterly. ' He thinks he's so much better than everyone else, the prat.' There was a part of his brain that argued with him about his unfair thoughts. That part of him always said that he was too quick to judge people and would always end up making the wrong decisions. He scoffed at this. He may have regretted deeply hitting his brother but he would never regret beating the shit out of Malfoy Jr.
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Draco sighed in frustration. Last night, he had succeeded in avoiding his parents and cleaning up the blood on his face as best as he could. Unfortunately, because of his father's lack of respect when it came to privacy, the next morning, he was caught with a split lip and giant bruise on his left cheek and a black eye. He was glad he had his green shirt on. Lucius didn't need to see all his other bruises.
At the moment the older blonde was pacing his room and angrily but calmly lecturing him on " Submitting to Barbarian ways". He kept going on and on about things like how undignified it is to fight outside of a ring. Draco almost had the nerve to laugh at this but held his tongue. He didn't fancy another bruise. He thought that it was absolutely retarded, what his father just said. Fighting was fighting, anywhere. No matter where you fight, authorized or unauthorized, you're still going to be bloody with possible brain damage.
" Boy, are you listening?" Lucius seethed. Draco lazily looked up at his father to show him that he was but not exactly caring. " I won't tolerate anymore insolence from you." Lucius said. " One of your teachers tells me that you've been passing notes in class." He said with a disgusted tone. " Passing notes. Are you a little girl, Draco? That is absolutely unacceptable, especially with a Potter." He spat.
" What's wrong with Harry?" Draco asked defensively. Lucius scowled but didn't answer his question.
" Just stay away from that troublesome boy. He'll only corrupt you. All Potter's do, eventually." With that, Lucius stalked out of the door, leaving a frowning Draco.
What did his father have against the Potter's anyway?
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It was a sunny Sunday morning that greeted Harry. He sighed as he went about getting ready for the day. Jake still hadn't come home and it was starting to worry him. He knew the man could take care of himself but it didn't hinder his concern. He wanted so desperately to console his brother's, possible guilt. Sure it was Jake's fault that he had been knocked unconscious but he couldn't help but feel that none of it would have happened had he just told Jake and his dad all about Draco. Maybe he could have convinced them that he was a good person.
" Harry?" His father poked his head into the room while he was pulling a yellow hoodie over his head; the words Have a Nice Day written on the back with a smiley face stitched above the lettering.
" Yes?" He hurriedly pulled on a pair of loose black jeans.
" You ready? We're leaving for town soon."
" Okay, Dad. Just let me get my shoes." He said. James shut the door again and Harry quickly pulled his shoes on and brushed through his hair before tying it back. When he made it downstairs, his parents were already waiting in the car so he shut and locked the door before climbing into the back of the vehicle.
His mom was dragging the two of them into town with her while she went shopping for things for her best friends' baby shower. She demanded that the two of them help her and in return they'd go out for dinner and maybe a movie. Unlike most kids, Harry had no qualms about going places with his parent's, though he had a hunch that his father was going to be glaring daggers at anyone who so much as looked at him. God forbid they ever talk to him.
" Now, James. I gave you the list of party supplies so you shouldn't have any trouble getting anything." Lily said, once they made it to the mall.
" What if they don't have what you want on the list?" James asked.
" Get the next best thing of course! We'll meet at the entrance in two and a half hours." She said before walking away happily. James sighed before grumpily going about the 'chore' his wife gave him.
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" Dad, I don't think she wanted that color blue." Harry said, looking at his father weirdly.
" Why not? The list only said blue." He held up the dark blue streamers. " This is blue." He stated.
" Don't you know anything?" Harry sighed before taking the list from his father and gather what his mother wanted. He should have known his father would be clueless about things like this. After they bought the party supplies they found that they had a lot of time left.
" Well we have an hour left. What do you want to do?" Harry asked.
" Well . . .I wanted to check out the electronics." His father said. " Our computer blew up last night." He said with a slight frown. It was soon erased as they came upon the department. His father, who was a computer nerd, practically drooled as he looked over the computers. Harry who didn't have much love for computers, at least not like his father, wandered over to the video game section. If there was one thing Harry loved besides art, poetry and music it was RPG's. He lived for them. He had a few already. Legend of Dragoon, Dot Hack Infection and Mutation, Final Fantasy's 7, 8, 9, and 10. He was desperately waiting FF10-2. He laughed to himself. Who'd of thought him a video game junky?
" Harry! Fancy meeting you here?" Harry whirled around and came face to chest with Tom Riddle. He almost wanted to scowl at him for some reason, ever since Friday night when he tried to force him to dance.
" Hi, Tom." Harry said with a wary smile. " What are you doing here?" He asked. Tom smiled, showing his pearly whites, his unusually violet eye's gleaming.
" I was quite bored today and decided to check out the mall. I'm glad I did too." He said softly. " I got to see you again." Harry swallowed nervously. There was something about Tom that made him feel very uncomfortable and right now he felt suffocated. Why didn't he notice the closeness between them before?
" Um, I gotta go." Harry slid away from Tom, who had practically cornered him against the video game racks, and started to walk away. Tom, though, grabbed onto his upper arm rather tightly, hindering his movement. " What--"
" Harry, I want to talk to you . . .in private." Tom said lowly. Harry gulped and was about to reply when another voice cut in.
" What's going on back here?" Harry sighed in relief when he saw one of the employee's eyeing Tom's hold on him with narrowed suspicious eyes.
" Nothing. Just conversing." Tom said cheerily. He let go of Harry and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, causing Harry to flinch. " Seeya Harry. We'll have that talk later." The employee walked up to Harry with concern in his blue eyes.
" Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" The man asked. Harry shook his head and smiled gratefully at him.
" No, I'm fine but thanks for getting him away. He's kind of been following me for a while." He said with a shaky smile. The employee nodded, reluctantly.
" Well, if he ever bother's you again don't be reluctant to yell for me, 'kay? Seeya Harry." The guy said. Harry looked after him in confusion. How did he know his name? It was then that he remembered the name on the tag. He was Charlie Weasley.
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After the Tom incident, Harry wasn't in the mood for buying anything today so he sought out his father who, by the looks of it, had bought a new computer.
" . . .To you by next Saturday." The man said as Harry walked up to stand beside his father.
" Okay, thanks." James turned to walk away and nearly ran over his own son. " Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there."
" S'okay. Happens all the time." Harry rolled his eyes. James only laughed a little.
" So did anything happen while I was in La La land?" James asked.
" Not re-" He was cut off when someone bumped into him, lightly running his hands over his stomach as he went past before he stopped and turned to apologize profusely. Harry looked at the man incredulously. Tom was obviously following him and now he was bumping into him on purpose.
" Uh, it's alright. No harm done." James said with a forced smile. The man smiled at them before apologizing once more. He glanced at the small teen before continuing on his way. James frowned at his back and scowled. " Come on, Harry. Let's go find your mother." He said with a slight growl in his voice. Harry sighed and they left to look for her.
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They found her, chatting with another woman in a baby store, Harry didn't care for the name of the store. He was too busy wondering if Tom was going to pop up again. His father went to go hurry his mother up while he sat on a bench outside of the store. His eye's cautiously searched the crowds of people. He wanted to know where Tom was before Tom could know where he was. He admitted that at first, Tom was a decent guy. He seemed nice enough but because of his second encounter and his third, he didn't think he wanted to know him anymore. The fourth encounter made him realize just what was wrong with this guy.
' My god! I've gotten a stalker and I'm only fourteen!'
" Harry!" His mother who looked like she had been calling him for quite some time snapped him out of his thoughts. " What were you thinking about? You got all pale. Are you sick?" She asked, concerned.
" I'm fine mom. Just thinking and something gross popped into my head." He said, laughing a little.
" Ew. Well don't tell me anything! Come one, we're going to lunch at that new Italian Restaurant."
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The new Restaurant, Luigi's Palace (a/n: I don't think it's a real place . . .), was already packed with people but they managed to get a circular table somewhere near the middle of the open floor but closest to the left wall of windows. They had ordered their food and his father was now complaining about the man in the store.
" He just bumped right into Harry and on purpose too."
" Now, you don't know that. It could have been an accident like he said." Lily argued. James snorted.
" I saw him, he was looking at Harry when he bumped into him." James told her. " And I know he better stay away from my son, too." Harry sighed and shook his head at his father. Was the man even aware that he was sitting next to him?
The rest of their lunch went by with nice conversation and a harmless argument over what movie they should see. After their lunch was done, Harry excused himself to the bathroom while his parents paid the bill. After he did his business and was washing his hands, he became aware of one other person in the bathroom, standing behind him, and prayed it wasn't Tom, he'd seen enough of him for one day. He looked into the mirror and jumped a little at the person he saw behind him.
" Mr. Potter." Harry turned the water off and turned around, jumping some more when he moved closer to him.
" Mr. Malfoy?" Lucius forcefully grabbed his chin and leaned down to speak in a low whisper to the teen.
" I'm only going to warn you once, little Potter. Stay away from my son, you hear? Or I'll ruin your life so fast you'd think it was an act of God." He hissed. He was so close; Harry could feel his hot breath whispering across his face, his own breath harsh from fear. Any man or woman in their right mind would be scared of Lucius Malfoy. " Do you understand?" He growled jerking Harry's face a bit, his nails digging into Harry's skin.
" Yes." Harry said almost inaudibly.
" Good." Lucius breathed, looking the young boy over. His hard blue eye's glazed over a bit as if remembering something. " So much like your mother, you are." He said. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and pushed Harry back into the sink before stalking out of the bathroom. Harry stared at the door with wide, shocked eyes before remembering to breathe, which he hadn't been doing since Lucius mentioned his mother. He let out a shuddering breath before shakily leaving the bathroom. He could see Lucius sitting in the business are of the restaurant, looking as if he hadn't just threatened a fourteen-year-old boy. He headed out to the car where his worried parents were waiting.
" What took you so long?" His mother asked in concern. She took in her son's pale shaky features and red marks around his chin area and climbed into the back of the car with her son. " Honey, what happened?" She asked. James was turned around with a dark expression on his face.
" N--nothing." He said unconvincingly. He couldn't very well tell them that Lucius Malfoy threatened him in the bathroom. He didn't want his parents going out on a rampage for Malfoy's blood.
" Don't lie to me Harry, did someone do something to you?" She asked gently. Harry hesitantly nodded. His parents paled. " What did they do?" She asked.
" Threatened me." He whispered. He could tell his father was about to storm back into the restaurant but he shot forward and laid a hand on his father's shoulder. " Please, can we just go home?" He pleaded. His father's murderous intent diminished with only a bit of anger still left.
" Fine." His father started the car and they drove off, Harry's head resting on his mother's shoulder and her arm around him. " Harry."
" Yes, dad?"
" Was it that guy from the mall?" His father asked.
" No." Harry said. ' Though things would have been easier if it was.' He thought. He could at least tell his parents if it was only Tom. He didn't have much power in the world; he was only a bookstore employee. Lucius was a businessman, an aristocrat, a very rich and powerful man who could take all you owned away with a flick of his snake headed cane. He didn't want to see his family fall apart because of that man.
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It was just after dinner when Harry received a call. He had just gotten out of the shower and had to rush down the hall with a towel hanging off his waist.
" Hello?" He said, adjusting the towel so it didn't fall off.
" Hey, love." Harry grinned widely.
" Hey, Draco, how are you?" He asked, pulling on a pair of red boxers and throwing the towel down.
" Good but I should be asking you the same thing. Are you okay now?" The concern in Draco's voice was evident.
" Yup. No more headaches here." He pulled on a white t-shirt, dropping the phone in the process. He quickly picked it back up. " Oops, sorry." He said, laughing a little. " Dropped the phone."
" It's fine. Listen, I just overheard an interesting conversation from my father." Draco started. " It seems he met your family at that Italian restaurant."
" Yeah, he did." Harry said quietly, pulling on some red sweatpants.
" What's wrong? My father didn't do anything to you, did he?" Draco asked urgently.
" Um . . .not really. Just threatened to ruin my life is all." Harry sighed.
" WHAT!?" Harry flinched at the tone. " That bastard." Draco breathed. " Harry if he ever touches you, tell me and I promise I'll kill him or at least hand him over--" Harry blinked in confusion as he heard the phone drop and another voice speak before the phone was picked up again.
" What did I tell you boy?" Harry paled instantly. " You didn't even last a day, littlest Potter." Lucius laughed harshly. " I told you there'd be hell to pay and dammit you will pay." He could hear Draco yelling on the other end before the phone hung up. Harry stayed like that for a while, shocked. He was scared. Scared for himself, scared for Draco and scared for his family.
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Monday found an eager Harry Potter, looking for his boyfriend. They hadn't seen each other since Friday and it was driving Harry crazy, especially after Lucius got on the phone. Harry suddenly noticed the many pairs of eyes on him as he walked past. He nervously glanced at the people, noticing how they whispered behind their hands to their friends as he walked by. He made it to his locker, still on the look out for Draco. Hermione was at her locker, next to his.
" Hey Harry, how are you feeling?" She asked, concerned. She was shocked and surprised that Jake had done that to him and even more shocked over the reason why he did it. She had only thought that Draco was just playing with Harry, joking around but it turns out that she was wrong for once.
" I'm fine, 'Mione. " He gave her a reassuring smile before opening up his locker. " Er . . .do you have any idea why people keep looking at me?" He asked her, noticing the guy whose locker was next to his was looking at him strangely. Hermione looked just as clueless as he felt.
" Sorry, Harry. I don't know anything." She said apologetically.
" It's okay." He said. " Come on, I want to hurry up and go over that Biology work. I have a feeling Snape's going to give us another quiz."
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Harry was on his way home with Hermione. The school day was dreadfully uneventful, besides the students all gawking at him. Draco had not come to school that day and Harry had a feeling it had something to do with Lucius. They were about three or four blocks away from their houses when Ron, Blaise Zabini, and a senior, Marcus Flint blocked their path.
" Look, it's our resident fag." Ron said snidely. Blaise and Marcus laughed a little. " What do you say we have a little talk, hmm?"
" Go away, Weasley." Harry said forcefully. This was the one thing he had been hoping would never happen. Unfortunately his prayer went unanswered.
" Grew a backbone, did ya? That Malfoy's been teaching you how to stick up for yourself?" Blaise asked with false sweetness.
" Naw, probably only taught him how to get it stuck up his arse." Marcus smirked as the other boy's laughed. Harry blushed violently and Hermione grew angry.
" Why don't you bunch of idiot's just leave? There's no point of hanging around with us, it won't help you get smarter." She said. The boy's ignored her and pushed her out of the way. She tried to get to Harry's side but Ron pushed her back and gave her a glare.
" I suggest you run off. You wouldn't want to get . . .hurt." Ron said coldly. Hermione paled but she wouldn't leave Harry.
" Go Hermione." Harry said softly. His arms were being held back by Marcus. Harry's emerald eye's pleaded with her silently. He could take care of himself (a/n: yeah right.) but he couldn't protect Hermione if they decided to do anything. " Go." He said louder. Hermione held back tears and ran as fast as she could. If she had to leave her friend, she'd at least make it as short as she could. She could only hope that his parents were home, she prayed.
" Well, now that she's out of the way . . ." Marcus dragged a struggling Harry into an abandoned house with the other boy's. He threw him to the floor of the empty living room.
" What should we do with him?" Blaise asked. Harry sat up and glared at the boy's eyeing him. While they discussed ways to torture him, he searched for a way out. The kitchen door was open but running through there to go back to the front of the house wouldn't work, they'd get him before he could escape. He couldn't jump through the windows and Ron guarded the front door.
" I know." Marcus said suddenly. " I think he should show us what . . .talents he's learned from young master Malfoy." He said mockingly. Harry's eyes widened. He didn't know what gave them the idea that he and Draco did anything more than kiss but whatever it was can go to hell because this was not going to happen.
Harry waited for the right moment, moving slowly as the boy's advanced. Ron stayed by the door and he knew what to do. Just as Blaise made to grab him he sprinted from their grasp and headed for a surprised Ron. If there was one thing good about having a boxer for a brother it was learning how to fight. He just never did it because he found no reason to fight, even if he was getting his ass kicked by Ron most of the time. Before Ron could get over his surprise, Harry had landed a punch in his face, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble back behind the door. Harry whipped open the unlocked door, slamming it into Ron who yelped and ran down the steps.
" Get him!" He could hear Ron yelling even as he was halfway down the street. This was another reason why he never used what he learned from his brother to fight. He was a fast runner, very fast. He might just consider going on the track team one day. He could hear the other boy's gaining speed behind him. Unfortunately, Blaise was on the track team and had been running since he was 10. Harry gritted his teeth and ran harder. His house wasn't too far away now and he could make it . . .or not.
" Got ya." Blaise jumped at Harry, knocking him to the ground. He turned Harry over on his back and straddled him, holding his arms down. " Thought you could get away, did you?" He hissed. " Sit still! You should know better." Harry managed to free an arm and punched Blaise but the boy didn't budge. He got Harry's arm and held tightly just as the two other boys caught up with him. Harry smirked when he saw Ron's bleeding nose; it reminded him of the day when Draco had left it in the same condition.
Ron's eye's flashed dangerously. This boy was more trouble than he was worth but he was willing to put up with it. He'd make his life miserable.
" Let's get him back." Ron growled.
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Hermione made it to Harry's house and pounded on the door frantically. The door opened so suddenly she almost pounded Mr. Potter.
" Hermione! What's wrong, where's Harry!" He demanded.
" Come on, no time to explain. They'll hurt him." She said hysterically. James had no choice but to follow her.
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Harry was dragged back to the house and inside, this time all the doors were locked and they were on their guard. Blaise and Marcus took turns punching and kicking him while Ron watched with cold, hard eyes. He suddenly moved forward.
" Stop." He told them. They looked at him in confusion but did as he said. Harry was curled up on the floor, looking much smaller than he was and glaring up at Ron with pained emerald eye's. His glasses were discarded a while ago, broken. " Pull him to his knees and hold his arms." Ron ordered. They did so and Ron walked to stand directly in front of the boy, looking down at him. " You see Harry, I have this big . . .problem and you're gonna help me with it. No complaints." He gave the two other boy's knowing looks and they grinned wickedly. Harry didn't understand what they wanted him to do, not until Ron unzipped his pants. Harry paled and started to struggle profusely.
" Let me go!" He screamed.
" He said no complaints!" Marcus grabbed a fist full of Harry's hair and yanked it, pulling Harry's head back. That didn't stop him from struggling.
" I'd stop struggling, if I were you. 'Cause if you bite me. I'll kill you." Ron warned seriously. He then suddenly grinned. " Just think, with the practice we'll give you, you'll make Draco a happy man." The other boy's laughed as a stream of tears ran down Harry's face, stinging the cut across his cheek.
" No, you'll make Draco a very, very angry man." Came an enraged voice from the door. Draco dropped the lock pick he had been holding and in three big strides was behind Ron. He grabbed his hair and yanked him away from Harry. Harry suddenly found himself dropped to the floor as the other boy's went to fight Draco. Harry pushed himself back up in time to see Draco knock out Ron. It didn't take long for him to deal with Blaise, he pushed him and he knocked his head off the floor where he lay half-unconscious.
Draco glowered darkly at the senior. The older teen was bulkier than Draco was and probably stronger but Draco had strength too and speed. He dodged Marcus several times. The boy was too slow when he was fighting and was tiring out. Draco only had to land three punches. One in jaw, the stomach, and one in the nose. The boy, worn out, not only from running after Harry but from trying to knock out the agile blonde, fell over, groaning and too tired to get back up.
" Draco." Harry croaked out. Draco's murderous gaze melted and he ran over and knelt by Harry. The boy's clothes were torn in several places and blood soaked through in some places. His face was littered in cuts, his lip busted and his face pale. He had a terrible looking bruise on his temple, probably from it banging off of the floor once. Tears stained his face as he hugged Draco tightly. The blonde boy remained silent, holding his battered boyfriend of three days. He couldn't help but think that none of this would have happened had he gone to school today or better yet, not talk back to his father who had forbidden him from seeing Harry.
" I'm sorry, Harry." He told the teen. Harry looked up at him with disbelief.
" You have no reason to be sorry Draco. If anything, I should be sorry for getting myself into this situation. If only I had been strong--" He was cut off by Draco's lips gently pressed against his, effectively shutting him up for a period of time. Harry left himself go in the kiss, closing his eyes and sighing a little. They parted a little while later. Draco placed another small kiss on the other boy's sweet lips, ignoring the metallic taste of blood. It would only succeed in bringing out his anger.
" You'll be okay, right?" Draco asked softly. Harry's head rested on his shoulder. One of Draco's arms was around Harry's waist while the other was running through the green-eyed boy's hair, soothingly. Harry nodded into his shoulder, pulling him closer.
" Now that you're here." He said softly. Draco smiled and kissed the side of his head. His head snapped up when the front door broke down suddenly and Mr. Potter and Hermione came running in, out of breath. They froze and took in the scene.
Three boys were lying semi-unconscious on the floor of the room, the redheaded one groaning upon gaining consciousness. In the middle of the room was Harry, in the arm's of Draco Malfoy who was obviously comforting the battered boy. James' first reaction was to yell at Malfoy and get him away from his son but the way Malfoy held Harry gave him second thoughts. It was almost . . .loving.
" Harry!" Hermione knelt by the two and stared at Harry in concern. " Is he alright?" She asked the blonde frantically.
" Calm down, 'Mione. He'll be fine though I think it best if we take him to the hospital. He might have something wrong with his ribs." He told her.
" S'that why it hurts?" Harry mumbled. They looked alarmed by this.
" Ma-Draco." James said quietly. The blonde looked at him. " I'll set aside all differences for now. He needs a doctor. " He said. Draco nodded and carefully gathered the boy in his arms and they walked out of the house. " I'll run down to the house and get the car. I don't want--"
" I understand Mr. Potter." Draco told him. James nodded and hurried down the street.
" What did they do to him?" Hermione asked, sniffling a little.
" A lot." Was all he said. Soon James' car came speeding down the street and stopped in front of them.
" Hurry up." He said. Hermione got in on the passenger's side and Draco carefully got into the back, Harry cradled in his lap, grimacing a little. As James drove away, Draco frowned in thought, looking down at Harry's battered face. It seemed as if Ron and the other two knew about Harry and Him but how? No one else should have known but Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Potter and Jake. So who could have told and driven them to attack Harry? Who would have enough influence to make them go further in there torturing of Harry than usual? . . .
' That bastard!'
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A/n: don't hate me! I'm sorry I let some of my . . .er emotion's out when I write and It seems I let it out on poor Harry. It'll get better though! (Before it gets worse, hehe) so I hope you liked this chapter and review please!!