A/N: Sorry I took so long in getting this up. I'm been dead busy lately. I had mad tests to do, I'm working on some term paper for English II, and I'm trying to write the next chapter to Wrath of Heaven and Angels and Demons, not to mention the first chapter of the sequel to this story. Then my little kitty, Little Yahiko had to go to the vets to get his balls chopped off and we gotta go get him today and my best bud is having love crisis' and I'm her psychologist! Life su~ucks! Anyhoo, it's here so don't complain! Or I'll sick the Shaved beavers on you.
Malfoy+harry
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Some Kind Of Feeling
Chapter six.
~*_*~
After arriving at the hospital, Harry was immediately taken away, leaving four (Lily came as soon as she could) very concerned people. James was currently pacing the waiting room restlessly while Lily and Hermione cried silently. Draco wore an emotionless mask upon his face though, as always, his eyes betrayed him. They were a deep bluish gray with a hailstorm of emotion behind them. His hand gripped the arm of the chair tightly. He knew his father was behind this, no one else would have a reason to do that to the innocent boy and Harry had told him Lucius had threatened him. It all made sense but unfortunately, if he knew his father, there would be no evidence that he was behind anything.
The authorities would just pass it off as another one of those assaults by homophobes. The only thing that could possibly happen would be that the three boys who attacked Harry would be sent to a juvenile detention center. No one would ever know that Lucius had anything to do with it, especially if the boys didn't know that it was Lucius, which they probably didn't. Knowing his father, he probably did something sneaky so his identity would remain a secret.
" Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" Everyone's attention snapped to the short Italian man. His nametag read Dr. Frank Fishetti.
" Yes?" James said anxiously. Harry's mother walked over and stood by her husband, Draco and Hermione standing slightly behind them.
" Your son is doing fine." Suddenly the tension in the room seemed to disappear as relief swept over them. " He's got a sprained ankle, minor cuts and abrasions as well. The only things slightly serious about his condition are his ribs. One is cracked and about three others are bruised. He'll have to take it easy for a while, maybe stay in bed for a few days before allowing him to go back to school, if you want." Harry's parents nodded.
" Can we see him?" Lily asked.
" Of course. He's just down that hall, room 210." The doctor smiled a little as the family and friends hurried off.
~*_*~
Harry lay sulkily in the bed, wondering why all the worse stuff happened to him. It was like someone enjoyed watching him in pain. (A/n: hehe.) The only good thing that had ever happened to him this year was Draco and the two of them haven't even been able to actually be together since they decided to date each other. He'd have to make sure they have time for each other some time in the near future, very near future.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by his door opening and his mother's head peaking in. She smiled at him and opened the door the rest of the way. Harry's mood brightened when he saw his father, Hermione and Draco as well. He was a little disappointed that Jake wasn't there. Jake seemed to still be blaming himself for the incident on Halloween. Harry, of course, forgave him. He knew his brother's temper but he didn't think he could forgive him for attacking Draco. Jake would have to make up for that.
" Hey." His mother took a seat next to his bed and scooted closer. James stood by his wife. On the other side, Hermione sat in a chair and Draco stood.
" Hi guys." He said softly. He couldn't see them all that well since his new glasses were broke. He'd probably end up using the contacts for a while.
" How are you feeling?" Hermione asked, sniffling a little. She knew it was a stupid question to ask. How else would he be feeling?
" Okay, I guess. A little tired and sore." He told them. He could tell his mother was trying to hold back tears, as was Hermione. " So what happened to those jerks that did this?" He asked. James scowled darkly.
" Sent to a Juvenile detention center for a long while, I suppose." He said. " Though I don't know what provoked them." He said. Harry shifted slightly.
" You know what." He sighed. " Don't pretend you don't, dad. Not everyone can be as open-minded as you guys." He said looking to all of them. He held Draco's gaze longer and smiled a little. " So when do you think I'll be getting out of here?" He asked his parents.
" I guess sometime tomorrow. The Doctor said it wasn't anything really serious. You'd just have to take it easy for a while is all." Lily said. Harry nodded.
" Um . . .do you think I could talk to Draco . . .alone?" He asked meekly, blushing. His mother smiled and Hermione grinned slyly. James frowned, clearly not liking Draco. He was tolerant of him, but he still didn't like him.
" Sure honey. I'm going to go contact Jake." She placed a small kiss on her son's forehead as she left. His father ruffled his hair a bit and smiled before leaving after his wife, Hermione stayed a bit.
" You get better, Harry. Don't want you missing too much homework." She joked. He rolled his eyes and grinned.
" Whatever you say, 'Mione, seeya." She waved before shutting the door behind her. Now it was only the two of them. Draco sat on the bed and leaned over Harry so that his face was inches from his. He looked into Harry's incredible eyes for a moment before capturing those sweet lips in a heavenly kiss. It was like a refreshing glass of ice water on a scorching hot summer day. They had only gotten a chance to kiss twice since they became a couple and, God did they miss it. They continued kissing and caressing until the need for air became too much and they had to part. Draco stayed close to Harry, whose hands were playing in his hair; his emerald eye's alight with innocence and happiness.
" Missed you." Draco murmured, kissing the boy again. Harry smiled into the kiss. Draco pulled back and looked at the teen curiously.
" How much?" He whispered
" Like the Desert misses the rain." He said seriously. Harry felt a flutter in his heart and he pulled Draco back down for a passionate kiss that lasted what seemed like forever. Draco moaned when he felt Harry's tongue enter his mouth as they began a playful battle. For some reason, it never occurred to them that they were in a hospital where people could just walk right in. The only thing that mattered was themselves and only themselves.
~*_*~
Jake was back home, finally done with his thoughts. He had just gotten out of the shower, shaved and all, when the phone rang.
" Hello?" He said, picking it up.
" Finally!" He heard his mom say." Young man, where have you been?" She demanded. " I've been trying to get a hold of you forever!"
" Sorry, ma. My phone died and I was in the shower for the last hour or so. Why? What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing a towel, furiously through his damp hair.
" It's your brother." The towel dropped.
" What happened? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Is he conscious? Where is he? The Hospital? I'll be there in a sec." He didn't even give his mother a chance to speak and hung up the phone before hurriedly throwing on some faded jeans and a green sweatshirt. He was out of the house and driving down the street in less that three minutes.
He reached the hospital and nearly ran up to the front desk, scaring the poor lady working there when he demanded where his brother was.
" Calm down sir!" She said with wide-eye's. " I'll need your brother's name."
" Harry Potter, where is he?" He said impatiently.
" Second floor, room 210." She had barely finished saying 210 before he was on an elevator to the second floor.
~*_*~
The two teens were still snogging on the hospital bed when Harry's mother walked in. Luckily she made her husband stay outside or else Draco would have some hell to pay. She shut the door softly and cleared her throat loudly. The two sprang apart, blushing furiously and looking some-what guilty, but satisfied.
" I see you boy's have gotten . . .reacquainted." She said with a smile, moving to stand closer to the bed. Her son blushed even more. Draco wasn't as embarrassed as Harry was because it wasn't his mother. He gave her a smile of his own.
" You could say it was a get well, I'm happy your okay, and I miss you sort of thing." He told her. She nodded in understanding.
" Well, I just like to warn you. I called Jake. He was at home when I talked to him and I believe he's on his way . . ." As soon as her sentence was finished the door burst open and a breathless Jake stood there, his hair still damp. " Or not."
" I think you should go wait outside." Harry told Draco. Draco nodded. He really didn't want any trouble and judging by the look on Jake's face when he spotted him, there would be trouble if Draco did anything Jake thought was inappropriate. Draco gave Harry a small smile and squeezed his hand lightly.
" See you later, love." He said. Harry blushed a little and timidly said bye as well. The look his brother had on his face was very frightening. It looked like his time away hadn't helped much. Jake's hostile eyes watched Draco as he left, the younger male glaring back, daring him to say anything. The tension was still in the room even after Draco left and the door was shut once again.
" Jake." Lily said. " Come sit over here. I think we need to have a little talk." She said. Jake obediently walked over and sat in the chair by Harry's bed. Lily sat in front of him on the hospitalized boy's bed. There was silence for a few minutes where Harry and Lily waiting for Jake to say something. His head was bowed and his body was slouched in the chair.
" Why?" Jake's quiet voice seemed to echo in the quiet room. He lifted his gaze to meet his younger brother's. Harry sighed. He knew what his brother meant. Why did he choose Malfoy as his boyfriend of all people? It wasn't the fact that he was gay. The sole reason why his brother reacted so violently and then left for a few days was because it was Draco Malfoy that he fell for.
He watched his mother silently get up to leave, realizing that this was something between brothers. Once she was gone there was another little moment of silence.
" Draco isn't what I expected him to be." Harry said after a while. " I don't think he's what anyone expected him to be, really. 'Mione only told me that he came from one of the richest families in the area. I immediately assumed that he'd probably be a stuck up snob who wouldn't give a nobody like me the time of day." He smiled and looked at his blank faced brother. " He proved me wrong on the first day."
" Your point?" Jake asked.
" Well, I've learned not to judge so quickly, I think. " He said thoughtfully. He could remember someone else at school he had been quick to judge, Neville Longbottom. He was a really quiet boy who was terribly clumsy at everything. He thought the poor boy wouldn't make it in life with his extreme shyness and clumsiness. That opinion changed when he saw Neville one day helping in a daycare. It seemed as if Neville had found his calling in helping children. While he was terrible with the harsh reality of people in school who would most likely end up back stabbing businessmen and women, he was surprisingly wonderful with children and seemed to know what to do all the time.
" Are you trying to tell me something?" Jake asked.
" Yes. You judge too easily. I agree with you and dad's opinions on Lucius Malfoy but that doesn't automatically make Draco just like him. I admit that there are some characteristics that are similar between them but that comes out in all fathers and sons. Draco's completely different from his father, Jake. He's a good person, a bit possessive but in a good way . . .I guess."
" Possessive? How? He better not be hurting you." Jake growled.
" And that's another thing. Stop jumping to conclusions so much!" Harry exclaimed. " You automatically assume that everyone's out to get me. I'd say you were paranoid but usually people worry about people out to get them."
" I am not paranoid." Jake said, clearly insulted. " I just . . .worry about you." He said softly. " I know you're not weak, Harry. You're probably the strongest person I've ever met but I can't help but feel like your fragile." Harry was about to protest against this but Jake held up a hand. " I'm not saying you are fragile, you just give off that type of feeling. I see that in you, Harry. Maybe because you're small for your age and entirely to feminine but I have this overwhelming urge to protect you, always." Harry could appreciate what his brother was saying. He was happy his brother wanted to protect him but the boxer was more likely to hurt him than help him if he kept letting his overprotective nature and his anger meld together.
" I understand Jake." Harry said. " But try to calm yourself? Draco would never hurt me intentionally. I think that if you tried to make an effort to get to know him, you'd find that out for yourself." Jake sighed but nodded. His brother was in the hospital and he didn't want to strain him with this topic any longer.
" Can you tell me what happened to put you here?" Jake asked suddenly." No one told me." Harry nodded and began to tell Jake all about it, from the beginning of the day.
~*_*~
Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Hermione and Draco were all sitting outside. They were relieved to hear no loud arguments between the brothers and relaxed. Draco had a frown upon his face. He was debating between telling the Potters and Hermione that it was his father who had set it all up. Would they believe him? If he told them would it even matter? They didn't have any real evidence . . .
" Draco?" Hermione nudged him with her elbow.
" Huh?"
" What are you thinking about so deeply?" She asked.
" I . . .It was my father." That one sentence caught the attention of James and Lily rather quickly.
" What do you mean?" James asked.
" He's angry." He started. " He hates the fact that I'm associating with a Potter, he loathes the fact that I'm dating him. That makes things worse. He forbade me from seeing Harry and forbade Harry from seeing me, threatened him really." James scowled suddenly and clenched his fists.
" He's the one who threatened Harry at the restaurant that day." He said. " Bloody bastard . . ." Lily placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
" I was talking to Harry on the phone yesterday when he walked in. He wasn't to happy about it and told Harry he'd pay for not listening to him." Draco said, continuing. He looked up at the Potter's. " You can guess what he did." He said quietly.
" We have to do something about it." Hermione said, horrified. " We can't let him get away with this."
" But there isn't really anything we can do, is there?" James said. He ran a hand through his messy hair. " I know Lucius is a powerful man. He has people everywhere and if we even tried to retaliate against him in court, he'd be sure to wipeout our bank account for the next 50 years." He said angrily. Jake, who had just walked out of the room and heard all, that was said, almost felt the overwhelming urge to hurt Malfoy. He saw this situation as Draco's fault and his alone. If he hadn't of decided he wanted Harry, his little brother would be at home now doing homework, instead of in the hospital because of Malfoy Sr.
Draco caught Jake's eye. The redhead looked down at him coldly and Draco could clearly see that Jake thought this was his entire fault. A part of Draco knew this was true, too. If he hadn't decided to be so defiant, his father would have ignored Harry. Draco looked away from Jake who tried not to smirk.
" I'm going home, ma. See you later." Jake said quietly. Draco looked back up at him with a fire in his eyes. It may have been his fault that Harry was hurt but he wouldn't let him go for anyone. Not for Jake and not for his Father. He'd have to kill him first.
~*_*~ December 20th (yes I skipped a whole month. Nothing interesting happened there anyway.)
Harry healed nicely after he left the hospital and finally, he and Draco were able to spend time together, even if they were forever interrupted. The people at school still treated Harry contemptuously but it wasn't anything new, they always treated him like that. At least it was toned down now. He could remember one day in November when some of the students got particularly rude.
It was at lunch when some very confident teens decided to pick on Harry, now that he was back in school after healing from his injuries. For some reason no one knew about Draco being gay though it was quite obvious that Lucius wanted it to remain that way. Harry was minding his own business, talking with Hermione at a table in a corner of the cafeteria. None of them noticed the whispers from Ron's little group of jocks. They were pissed that the little freak had gotten their captain and their friends put away for a while and they wanted revenge. It wouldn't do them any good to beat the boy up as they did but they could at least taunt and torture him.
They waited for Harry to get up and throw his tray away before attacking. One of the Jocks, a 5'10 muscular Wrestler, walked up to him. Before Harry could even make it half way back to his table, the jock had grabbed Harry from around the waist and pulled him close, eliciting a squeak of surprise from the smaller boy.
" Let me go!" Harry demanded.
" Aw, come on! The boy's just want to talk with you." He purred. He dragged Harry over to their table full of laughing jocks, all bigger than Harry would ever hope to be. The older teen sat down, in between two gigantic boulders like people. Harry knew them as Crabbe and Goyle, some of Ron's lackey's. The boy sat down and pulled him into his lap, to his complete embarrassment. He was sure his face was redder than Ron's hair!
" Boy's say hello to little Harry." The teen said. The other boy's laughed when he struggled. He wondered why the hell they were doing this and wondered why no one was stopping them from this. Where was Draco? Where were the teachers?" Isn't he a pretty one?" He purred, wrapping his arms around Harry tightly. Harry, if possible, blushed harder.
He didn't understand why the people who shunned him the most for being feminine and now for being gay would act like a homosexual themselves. Harry grew angry when he realized something. It wasn't that he liked boys. It was the fact that it was him. They just didn't like him, the bunch of bastards. Harry stiffened suddenly when he felt the older teens hand travel towards a place he had never been touched before. He started to struggle, to their amusement. Then a shadow fell across him and the teen holding him. Judging by the looks on the faces of those across from him, it wasn't another one of their friends.
" Let. Him. Go." Said the dangerously low voice. Harry suddenly found himself standing next to a livid Draco Malfoy and the boy who was holding him, sprawled out on the floor in front of them. Draco scowled darkly at him before gently taking Harry by the hand and leading him to the middle of the cafeteria.
" What are you doing?" He whispered furiously to the blonde. He noticed the eyes of the students, now on them. He had no doubt that they all had saw what had just transpired between Harry, the jock and then Draco. Draco didn't answer him but let his cold eyes sweep over the silent cafeteria.
" Listen up you simple-minded, hypocritical, sods." Draco began harshly. His voice easily carried throughout the cafeteria, the harshness of it causing some people to flinch. " If any of you ever touch Harry the wrong way, talk about him the wrong way or even look at him wrong. I'll make your lives hell." He hissed. " Don't you dare think I won't either." And it was a promise. His short little speech was etched into their minds and they didn't dare.
That was a day to remember, the day Harry started to fall in love with Draco Malfoy.
~o00o~
Harry was sitting in his room, in the throws of composing a song he had been working on for a while. He usually kept his keyboard in the closet but had taken it out for the last week for his composition. He sighed and looked out the window. It had started to snow sometime last night and hadn't stopped yet. The ground was covered in a soft blanket of blinding white snow and the sky seemed like it was falling with all the snow that came.
" Harry?" He looked towards his door where his mother stood.
" Yes?"
" How's your piece going?" She asked, walking in. He shrugged and sat back in the chair.
" Okay, I guess. I can't seem to get it to flow right, though." He admitted grumpily. " It's like . . .I have short parts of a whole song just scattered in my head but I can't get it." His mother laid a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled down at him.
" I just think you need the right inspiration. It'll come to you, honey. You just need patience." She said softly. " Now." She said patting her son on the shoulder. " Come with me to the mall. We have presents to pick out." She said. She watched her son for the reaction she knew was coming. Harry gasped and looked at his mother with wide eyes.
" I haven't gotten Draco a present yet!" He said in horror. Lily laughed a little.
" Then come on! Let's go now. We have a lot of shopping to do."
~o00o~
The mall was decorated in all kinds of Christmas paraphernalia from wreaths and lights with a giant tree in the center with so much decoration on it; it looked like it would fall over. Harry and his mother had split up, not wanting each other to see the presents they were getting each other. So far Harry had gotten Jake a couple of CD's he knew he wanted, His father a newly released book on Psychology. Since his father was one, he was sure he'd like to read up on new methods and such. He got his mother a necklace that just screamed his mother's name. It was a silver chain with a crystal lily hanging from it. He thought it was divine. The only things he needed now were gifts for Hermione and Draco. He decided to get Hermione's gift first, seeing as that was the easiest.
He walked over to the bookstore and wandered around for a book that Hermione didn't have yet. The girl had a library almost as big as the schools. Lucky for him, Hermione read almost anything but comic books. She thought they were meaningless and violent. Harry desperately wanted to prove her wrong. He had a few graphic-novels, sure they were violent but it was tasteful. He sought out a set of graphic novels he thought Hermione would at least look at and bought it. He could only hope Hermione would like it.
Now it was time to find Draco's gift. He knew everything that Draco liked and this shouldn't have been as hard as it was. He knew the boy loved the color green and liked football (A/n: soccer in Britain. Is that how they spell it over there? I'm confused.) He also liked dragons and astronomy and various other things that made Harry love him even more. He could get Draco a telescope but remembered that he already had one and didn't doubt that it was one of the best. He didn't want to get him jewelry because that was too girly and Draco was anything but girly.
" This is so frustrating." Harry muttered, passing by another store. He was sure Draco would love anything he got him but he wanted to get him something good for their first Christmas as boyfriends. Harry wandered around a bit more until he came upon a little store called " The Mysterious Way." His curiosity got the better of him and he wandered into the dimly lit store. It was silent; the sound of Christmas songs coming from outside of the store were almost muffled for some reason.
There were shelves upon shelves of interesting things that sparkled or seemed to glow. Some just caught your attention because of its intricate designs and fine detailing.
" Hello." Harry looked up from the snake statuette he was looking at. The owner of the store was a 6'2 male with red hair, tied back much like Harry's was. His blue eye's were friendly and playful and seemed to smile. The thing that caught his attention the most was the earring in his ear. It was a tooth, what kind he wasn't sure. " Looking for anything In particular?" He asked kindly.
" Um . . .I'm looking for a gift for my friend but I'm not sure what to get." He told him.
" Well what does he like?" The man asked. Harry couldn't help but think that all store employees should be like this. Like would be so much easier.
" Well, Astronomy, Dragons . . ." He said. " I was thinking about getting him a Dragon Statue but there's so many. I don't want to just get him any dragon statue." The redhead nodded.
" Well, come over here. Maybe he'd like this one? I just made it." The man said. Harry followed him over to the counter.
" You made these?" Harry asked in surprise. The man went into the back room.
" Yup! I have an obsession with dragons and decided to put that to use by making statues and statuettes. Never thought it would actually get me my own store--Ah. Here it is." He came back out carrying a 7-inch statue.
" Wow." Harry breathed. The Dragon was poised with its wings spread and it's neck arched, it's mouth open. Harry could almost imagine flames spouting from its mouth. The statue was made of a white stone. It's claws and teeth were painted black, as were its wings. Its eyes were a silver blue color. On the base of the statue the ground sparkled as if it were snow and Harry could see more of it on the dragon's back.
" I take it you like it." The man smiled.
" It reminds me of him." Harry said quietly. The man smiled knowingly. Harry looked up at him. " I want to buy it, how much?"
~o00o~
I haven't seen him in so long . . .my love.
~o00o~
Harry left the store, extremely pleased with himself. His list of things to buy was complete since he already bought his Godfather and his lover their gifts some time ago. Before he went to go look for his mother he walked down the corridor where the bathrooms and water fountains were located. After relieving himself, he took a long drink from the fountain and turned to go when he nearly rammed into someone.
" Oh I'm sorry!" He said, blushing in his embarrassment. He looked up and paled. ' Oh no, not again.' He whined internally.
" Harry! I haven't seen you in a while." Tom said, grinning. He bent down and gave Harry a tight hug, emitting a squeak of surprise from the boy. Tom found it adorable. " How have you been?" He reluctantly let go of the boy.
" Um . . .fine." He said meekly. " I gotta go, Tom. My mom's waiting--"
" Oh, can I walk with you? I'll carry your bags!" Harry watched in disbelief when Tom picked up his several bags and gestured for him to follow him. Harry had no choice but to follow him.
" You don't have to carry my things, Tom. I can do it myself." He told him. Though he was trying his hardest not to show it, he was a little afraid. Why was this man so insistent?
" Oh, but I want to, Harry." Tom said. " After all, Friends help friends out, right?" Harry gave him a strange look. They were definitely not friends. He barely knew the guy! Harry suddenly realized where they were headed.
" Where are we going? I doubt my mom would be out here." Harry said. They were headed towards the exit.
" I know. I saw your mom before you. She looked like she was about done so I figured we could wait for her out by the car." He said. Harry gave him another look, one of shock this time. How did he know what his mother looked like?
" Tom, why don't we go back inside." Harry said once they were outside. " Its cold. It would be more sensible to stay inside."
" Yes but I also have your Christmas present in my car." Harry slowed a bit. Tom looked back at him.
" Something wrong?" He asked curiously. Harry gave a forced smile and shook his head. Tom smiled back. " Well, come on then." Harry sighed. When they reached Tom's car, he noticed that it was parked next to his mother's car. Tom carefully set the bags down near Harry's car. " Stay right there. I'm going to get your present." Harry stood nervously, looking around the quiet lot full of cars. Usually around this time people would be coming and going like bats out of hell but today it was strangely quiet. Maybe because the parking lot was nearly full.
The car door shutting caused him to jump a little. Tom once again stood in front of him looking pleased. He held a flat present, wrapped in emerald green paper.
" It took me a while to finish it but . . ." He handed the gift to Harry. " I want you to open it now." He told the boy softly. Harry, not wanting Tom to do anything rash, slowly opened the present. Tom took the wrapping paper and threw it in his car before anxiously waiting for Harry's reaction. At the sight of the present Harry's eyes widened and he paled then suddenly he was blushing furiously.
" T-Tom . . ." The gift was a picture in a simple mahogany frame. The picture was something that scared Harry. It was a sketch of him but that wasn't the worst part of it. It was that the picture was of him. In his room, sleeping. With the blankets peeled away from him. It was his bed and his pillows and in his boxers and t-shirt that was slightly riding up his stomach. He stared at Tom with something akin to fear. " You were in my room!?" He exclaimed. Tom looked a little surprised at being yelled at.
" Well . . .yeah." He said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then he smiled brightly. " Do you like it? I think it's one of my best works yet." He said proudly.
" Tom--" The picture was taken from his hands as Tom pressed him against his own car. Tom placed the picture on top of the car and leaned down with a seductive smile gracing his handsome features.
" You don't have to tell me. I already know." He whispered huskily, leaning closer. He was pressed so close that Harry couldn't move away if he tried. " I know everything about you." Harry licked his lips in his nervousness. Obviously this was the wrong thing to do. Tom's eye's watched the small pink tongue dart out to wet dry lips. He couldn't keep his eyes off those sweet lips. He could bet that they tasted like honey or something equally sweet.
" T-Tom, please mo--" His words were cut of harshly by Tom's lips on his. Harry's eye's got so wide he was sure they'd pop out and roll away. He struggled when he felt Tom's tongue sweep across his lips, asking for entrance that Harry would never give. Tom gripped his arms tightly, causing him to wince and Tom to growl.
" What's wrong with you? Stop struggling" Tom growled darkly, against his lips. " Dammit, kiss me." He snarled. Harry stared at him in terror. ' This man is crazy!' He thought frantically. To his complete horror, Tom kissed him again, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Harry nearly choked and struggled fiercely, his heart racing. He felt so violated. Tears began leaking from his brilliant emerald eyes.
" Get the HELL away from my son!" Tom was forcefully pulled away and slammed into his own car. A different, yet similar pair of vibrant emerald eyes met his in fury. There stood Harry's mother, furious; shopping bags still on her arms and an unwavering hand pressing Tom into his car. " You bloody pervert, if you ever touch my son again, I'll rip your arms out and stick them up your arse. That ought to satisfy you." She hissed. Tom didn't say anything. Lily backed up and opened her car quickly. " Get in Harry." She said gently to her crying son. Harry grabbed his bags and climbed into the car, Lily right after him with her bags. With one last glare, Lily quickly left the lot, the picture left forgotten on the hood of the car, slid off and landed on the cold, snowy ground. The glass cracked and shattered upon impact and the frame busted, part of the picture fluttering in the wind.
Tom slowly walked over to it and looked down at it before stepping on it, hard and going to climb into his car. He drove backward on to it and screeched off, leaving the torn and dirtied picture of Harry behind.
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A/N: I didn't change much in this chapter! I liked it just the way it was, a matter of fact, This might be my most favorite chapter! Anyhoo, REVIEW!!