Chapter Seven: Of Love And Fights
Harry felt sick. His lover had left him and insulted him. Hurt him in endless ways. He missed Draco. And still, he admitted disgusted with himself, loved him. But he understood what Draco was going through. And hoped that he had found his ring. For most of the year Harry has withdrawn himself from his friends. His thoughts of Draco never ended. He awoke late one night, sweating and to his surprise screaming. Ron was looking over him saying, "Harry! HARRY! Are you alright, mate?" Ron did look worried. "Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"
"You were kicking and screaming 'Don't hurt me! Stop!' and then you said 'I love him!'"
"Oh my God."
"Harry, are you seeing a guy?" Ron now was just curious. And Harry wanted to tell him but he wasn't sure how he'd react. Then he said, "Is that why you've not been talking to us as much? You're seeing a guy! Tell me who!" Harry could tell he was excited.
"Alright, but don't freak out."
"I won't Harry. Wait, it's not Percy is it?"
"No, no. Not Percy."
"Or Fred? Or George?"
"No." It had become a guessing game and Harry was glad.
"Seamus?"
"No."
"Dean? Neville?"
"Cold!" Harry laughed and so did Ron.
"Alright...um...Ernie? From Hufflepuff?"
"Way off, mate!"
"Okay, um...Terry Boot from Ravenclaw?"
"No."
"It's not," Ron's eyes widened, "...Malfoy is it?"
Harry didn't say anything but stood up and got a drink of water. "It is!" Ron's jaw was still on the floor.
"I didn't tell you for that reason, Ron."
Ron looked offended, "What reason? I'm a little shocked but Hermione's suspected but I didn't know she was right, mate!"
"You don't hate me?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No way, Harry! Your my best mate! And I've got something to tell you too." Ron's ears went red.
Now it was Harry's turn to be excited, "What? I mean, who?"
"Guess." Ron grinned.
"Parvarti?" he shook his head.
"Lavender?"
"Nope."
"Padma?"
"No."
"Um...Hermione?" Ron grinned even more and winked. Then Harry said, "Oh my god! You and Hermione! You dog! How long?"
"A while. I've liked her forever though!" Both boys grinned and Harry has almost forgotten his fight with Draco as they talked about their lovers.
In the meantime, Draco woke up on his bed, with no clothes. He wasn't sure what had happened but due to the stickiness on his ass, he had a pretty good idea. Then he looked for his pants to find his picture. But it wasn't in his pocket. He tore his entire room apart looking for a single one of his pictures.
"Draco, don't. You won't find them." the voice of Lucius sounded irritated.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH THEM!" Draco shouted.
"You can't be caught with those photos. You'll ruin the family name."
Draco was silent.
"And not to mention, you've disapointed me and your mother worse than you ever have in you miserable life, you little worm."
"I am NOT a little worm!"
"Yes, you are and you're a bloody fag!" Lucius was raising his voice then.
"GO TO HELL! LIKE YOU AREN'T!"
Then his mother walked across the room and disappeared. This angered Draco. So he shouted, "AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU LET HIM RAPE ME AND ABUSE ME EVERY NIGHT! YOUR NOT MY MOTHER! YOU'RE A COWARD!"
"DON'T YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
He hit Draco on the head and blood oozed down his face. "GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL YOU HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT BLOODY SCHOOL OF YOURS!"
Draco did not hesitate to obey his father.
Harry felt sick. His lover had left him and insulted him. Hurt him in endless ways. He missed Draco. And still, he admitted disgusted with himself, loved him. But he understood what Draco was going through. And hoped that he had found his ring. For most of the year Harry has withdrawn himself from his friends. His thoughts of Draco never ended. He awoke late one night, sweating and to his surprise screaming. Ron was looking over him saying, "Harry! HARRY! Are you alright, mate?" Ron did look worried. "Yeah, I'm fine. What happened?"
"You were kicking and screaming 'Don't hurt me! Stop!' and then you said 'I love him!'"
"Oh my God."
"Harry, are you seeing a guy?" Ron now was just curious. And Harry wanted to tell him but he wasn't sure how he'd react. Then he said, "Is that why you've not been talking to us as much? You're seeing a guy! Tell me who!" Harry could tell he was excited.
"Alright, but don't freak out."
"I won't Harry. Wait, it's not Percy is it?"
"No, no. Not Percy."
"Or Fred? Or George?"
"No." It had become a guessing game and Harry was glad.
"Seamus?"
"No."
"Dean? Neville?"
"Cold!" Harry laughed and so did Ron.
"Alright...um...Ernie? From Hufflepuff?"
"Way off, mate!"
"Okay, um...Terry Boot from Ravenclaw?"
"No."
"It's not," Ron's eyes widened, "...Malfoy is it?"
Harry didn't say anything but stood up and got a drink of water. "It is!" Ron's jaw was still on the floor.
"I didn't tell you for that reason, Ron."
Ron looked offended, "What reason? I'm a little shocked but Hermione's suspected but I didn't know she was right, mate!"
"You don't hate me?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No way, Harry! Your my best mate! And I've got something to tell you too." Ron's ears went red.
Now it was Harry's turn to be excited, "What? I mean, who?"
"Guess." Ron grinned.
"Parvarti?" he shook his head.
"Lavender?"
"Nope."
"Padma?"
"No."
"Um...Hermione?" Ron grinned even more and winked. Then Harry said, "Oh my god! You and Hermione! You dog! How long?"
"A while. I've liked her forever though!" Both boys grinned and Harry has almost forgotten his fight with Draco as they talked about their lovers.
In the meantime, Draco woke up on his bed, with no clothes. He wasn't sure what had happened but due to the stickiness on his ass, he had a pretty good idea. Then he looked for his pants to find his picture. But it wasn't in his pocket. He tore his entire room apart looking for a single one of his pictures.
"Draco, don't. You won't find them." the voice of Lucius sounded irritated.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH THEM!" Draco shouted.
"You can't be caught with those photos. You'll ruin the family name."
Draco was silent.
"And not to mention, you've disapointed me and your mother worse than you ever have in you miserable life, you little worm."
"I am NOT a little worm!"
"Yes, you are and you're a bloody fag!" Lucius was raising his voice then.
"GO TO HELL! LIKE YOU AREN'T!"
Then his mother walked across the room and disappeared. This angered Draco. So he shouted, "AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU, YOU BITCH! YOU LET HIM RAPE ME AND ABUSE ME EVERY NIGHT! YOUR NOT MY MOTHER! YOU'RE A COWARD!"
"DON'T YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
He hit Draco on the head and blood oozed down his face. "GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL YOU HAVE TO GO BACK TO THAT BLOODY SCHOOL OF YOURS!"
Draco did not hesitate to obey his father.