Formidolosus Draco, Take Me Away
Chapter 1: To The Moon and Back
Warning: This story is about a male/male relationship between Harry and Draco, and is also the sequel to Least Likely Of All. I strongly recommend you read LLOA before you continue on with this one. However, if you're bent on not reading it - due to the length (100 Chapters or 20 Parts, in the Edited version) - just take all the information in stride. Hopefully, the story will get explained as the sequel goes on. I tried to write this as it's own little story, but there was too much information in LLOA. Sorry 'bout that. :o)
- Aimée
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When we were fourteen, I hated Draco Malfoy with a passion; I hated him even more than my father - My biological father, not the man that had raised me as one of his own from the age of one year. He – Dad – is one of the most responsible and forgiving people I have ever met, and I don't believe I could hate him, even if I tried.
Draco, however, hated me as much as I hated him, but for completely different reasons. He hated me for having a father that, regardless of the fact we didn't share a drop of blood, loved me as if I was of his own. Truth of the matter was, I didn't even know he wasn't my real father until the age of eleven, when I first entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My biological father had been the last victim of Lord Voldemort, and I have no real memory of him. Within his twenty-one year life span, he had been Quidditch Captain for the Gryffindor team, Head Boy, and an abusive alcoholic.
It wasn't the fact he was an alcoholic that bothered me; it was that he had almost missed my birth due to a hangover. He abused my mother all seven years they were together, however, and for that he deserves to burn in hell. Everyone though he was perfect – save his friends, my mother, and the people that bothered to listen.
I hated Draco only because he was a Slytherin. Not because of the house rivalry, but because I was jealous. My Dad – the man who had married my Mum at the age of seventeen after Voldemort had killed their child – was head of Slytherin House that year, and I was desperate to get in.
Too bad I was placed in Gryffindor, just as my mother and father were before me.
Despite our differences, we later learned we had much in common. We had both lost our biological fathers – forgive me for continuing to use that term, but I don't consider James Potter any type of a dad to me – early in life. His, Lucius Malfoy, was a hollow shell rotting away in Azkaban, while mine is buried deep within a cemetery in Wales. Both of us, by the middle of our fifth year, had adoptive fathers. His mother had married my Mum's best friend – Remus Lupin.
My Mum and Remus went way back; up to their first year at Hogwarts, in fact. Remus had helped my mother through her relationship with James Potter and had supported her when she had gotten together with Dad, as no one else would. He had been one of four people to know Mum and Dad were married, as it had to be kept secret in fear of Voldemort.
I suppose I should explain this before I go on. My mother, Lillian Maria Evans Snape Potter, was Albus Dumbledore's great-great-great granddaughter, and my Dad was a Death Eater. When they announced she was pregnant, all hell broke loose, and eventually Voldemort killed the unborn child and forbade my Dad from having any sort of relation with her. Days afterwards, Christmas of 1977, Dad proposed to my Mum – the next day, they were married. They were given one month to break up, so on January 25th, 1978, she went back to James Potter. They were married six months later.
I was the product of that marriage, unfortunately.
It was a close call – I could have easily been my Dad's child. Dumbledore
confirmed that I was a Potter, however, the week before James died. As
I
understand it, Mum admitted this all to James the night before he
died – the night before Voldemort attacked.
Now we get to the reason I was paid to write this; the night I became the only survivor of the Avada Kedavra curse. I am the last remaining heir to Godric Gryffindor, and Lord Voldemort was set on destroying the Gryffindor line. He killed James within ten seconds of entering the house, and then went after me. My Mum had been working on a counter curse for Avada Kedavra – a simple shielding charm, magnified to over a hundred times. She set the spell upon me then Disapparated for my Dad, who was outside at the time waiting for her. I'm sure you're all familiar with the rest; Voldemort then attempted to kill me, but failed as the curse rebounded and him. Thus, ends the worst rein of terror in recent wizarding history.
Back to Draco and I; as I said, we hated each other with a passion for four years. He was so adamant on torturing me, he even went so far as to kiss me – that's right folks, a full blown kiss on the lips – in the Great Hall, in front of three-quarters of the school and my Dad, whom I had already been on bad terms with.
What ever his plan had been, it must have worked. Within a matter of seconds, I had the entire school of Hogwarts questioning my sexuality, including my father. My girlfriend at the time, Hermione Granger, dumped me within a week – for my best friend, Ron Weasley.
I wanted to kill Draco, the little prick.
However, I kept on ignoring him and insisting I was straight; it worked, for the most part.
My Mum gave birth to twins that summer, almost dying in the process. My youngest siblings, Castor and Pollux, are fraternal – Castor has black hair and green eyes, Pollux with red hair and blue eyes. For my family, blue eyes had never happened before.
It was during their welcome home party that I encountered Draco next. My Mum had just about forced him to come over to the group I was with – Hermione, Ron, and his little sister, Ginny. He and I ran into each other – quite literally, I assure you – and …
I don't even know how to explain what happened then, I don't believe there are words for it. I suddenly felt almost sorry for him… His mother and Remus had run off somewhere and were nowhere to be found, while he was stuck with a bunch of strangers he either hated or had never met in his life. He had been talking to my Mum, of all people, for entertainment.
Ron and Hermione ended up dancing while Ginny left to find her other brothers, leaving me to deal with the dragon. It really wasn't that bad – we talked about our families, mostly. I told him about my extremely odd and dysfunctional family, giving full details about my seven siblings. The oldest of the seven, Ethan, Khalida, and Dea hated me. Ethan saw me as a threat, being only my mother's child and not my Dad's. He and I haven't talked in nearly three years. I don't miss him.
Drake and Dakota, my younger siblings, adored me. They were my salvation in the household, for they accepted me when no one else would.
Mum loved us all, but when my Dad started teaching at Hogwarts, she spent less and less time with her children. It was my first year at Hogwarts then, and I believe I saw her more often than all of my siblings combined. It was impossible to separate her and my Dad, absolutely impossible.
Draco and I became friends that summer, after the twins were born. We weren't the best of, not even close, but we found our similarities and went from there.
His mother married Remus one month later. We were both pulled out of school for it, along with one of our professors, Sirius Black. Sirius is my Godfather and best friend of my Mum and Remus', and was also best man.
It was then – being the only fifteen year olds there – that Draco and I bonded. I filled him in on most of the skeletons my family had stashed away while he told me more and more about his feelings towards his father. He hated the man; Lucius Malfoy had never been there for him, just as James had never been there for me.
From that moment on, we became better friends than Ron and I had ever been. We were partners in crime, and I'll be damned if we weren't good at what we did. My great-great-great-great grandfather later admitted we gave him more of a headache than any other students ever had.
I'm sorry, Pops.
We surprised all of Hogwarts – Draco Malfoy and Harry Snape., best friends. Even my Dad was surprised; he and Lucius Malfoy had known each other in school and afterwards, and he would have sworn on his life Draco and I would have hated each other for the rest of our mortal lives. He was wrong.
It was a known fact Draco was bi – I, however, was absolutely convinced I was straight. I dismissed the occasional stare at a male body as a natural tendency for all males. Draco found the fact I could – and often would – carry on a conversation about a certain male aspect for however long he pleased absolutely hilarious. As I look back on it, so do I.
I set my quill down slowly, gazing at the wet black ink on the piece of parchment in front of me with wonder. It was nearing three o'clock in the morning, but I didn't care. Stretching carefully, I grunted as my back cracked with a loud pop. Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I started to stand up, only to feel a pair of hands place themselves on my shoulders.
"Hey." I looked up over my shoulder and smiled sleepily, eyes focusing on his face.
"Hey." He smiled back, gray eyes moving from my face to the parchment in front of me. "Just finish?"
His hands started to slowly massage my neck, making me wince in pain. Up until I had met him, I hated massages. I still do – from everyone except him. The first few minutes are still extremely painful, but he somehow manages to put me in a trance so that I don't care about the pain anymore.
"Yeah," I relaxed under his touch, turning my eyes back towards the parchment. "It's awful though. I don't know why they wanted me to write an autobiography; I'm only twenty, and I'll be damned if I can write."
Draco laughed softly, his pale face reflecting the candlelight around us. "Can I read?"
"If you want." I shrugged his hands off of my neck and shoulders, then reached over to hand him the parchment. "You're in it as much as I am, and if you don't like something I've said about you, just tell me and I'll omit it."
He nodded and spent the next five minutes scanning over my work, smiling at places and wrinkling his nose in others. He finally looked up at me once more and set the parchment down, a smirk on his face.
"It's rather honest."
I shrugged once more, "Not entirely. I didn't write the part about Remus and Mum."
"We still haven't figured that one out," Draco chuckled, "So I don't think it would be for the best."
I shook my head, "Damn idiots, for doing that."
My Mum and Remus Lupin had had an affair six years ago – well, affair was a bit too strong. A one night stand, if you must, which could have possibly resulted in the twins. The only person that had ever known who the father is was my grandfather, Albus Dumbledore. He had died shortly after the twins were born, however, and never told a soul. My Mum and Dad were mostly worried about the fact that Pollux has blue eyes – our entire family has either green or black eyes, like our parents.
"Anyway," Draco stretched slightly, "Whatd'ya say we hit the rack? I'm tired as all hell."
I stood up and nodded slightly, walking towards the hall that led to our room. We had been living together since our graduation from Hogwarts, which had been over three years ago. We had surprised everyone, including our parents. My Mum and Dad still didn't know I was bi – not that it mattered, I rarely saw them anymore. Not by choice, but by the simple fact that every time I saw my mother, I saw her and Remus, not her and my Dad. Remus had been one of my biological father's best friends – it was all too perfectly planned.
"You're pushing yourself too much," Draco said earnestly, "You only have two chapters left to write. Why don't you just take a break for a few days?"
We walked into the bedroom in silence, and I then closed the door with a wave of my wand. Shaking my head slightly, I sighed.
"I can't, Draco, you know that." I pulled off my shirt with one swift movement, leaving my bare chest exposed in the candlelight. "They need the book in four weeks, whether I'm finished with it or not."
"Harry," he said quietly, setting one smooth, cool hand on my shoulder. "You'll never be finished. You still have the rest of your life to live; how do you plan on ending it?"
I shrugged, undoing my belt expertly and clambering out of my pants with ease. Clad in only my boxers, I broke contact with Draco and fell onto the king-sized bed we shared. He quickly undressed and mimicked my movements, spreading himself eagle-like next to me.
"There's no such thing as an ending." I finally said, curling up slightly and pulling at the minimal amount of blanket available to me, as he was lying on most of them. "Even after death, life goes on. Until the end of the world, there will never be an ending, only the beginning of a new sequence and way of life."
Draco stretched once more, his pale face contouring up in a most impressive manner. "That was deep, Harry. Real deep."
"Thanks." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his torso and pulling his body towards me. "Blanket hog."
"You're just now learning this, are you?" Draco smiled, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"Draco?" I looked up at him feebly, exhaustion settling in. "Shut up and go to sleep."
He laughed once more, then wrapped his own arms around
me and brushed his lips against my temple. "As you wish."
I don't understand how I lost command
Of this entire situation
I do as I am told when you take control
I'm giving in to the temptation
I've lost control, I don't know what to do
I'd sell my soul if I could stay with you
Can't get enough without your love, I'm helpless
I need so much without your touch, I'm helpless
I want you so, don't let me go, I'm helpless
Gotta have you, without you I'm helpless
Don't turn your back on me, how can I make you see
I'm something that you should not ignore
You are my inspiration, my final destination
I could give you so much more
I've lost control, I don't know what to do
I'd sell my soul if I could stay with you
Can't get enough without your love, I'm helpless
I need so much without your touch, I'm helpless
I want you so, don't let me go, I'm helpless
Gotta have you, without you I'm helpless
Ooo you're rippin' my heart in two
I've got to have you here with me
Oh there's nothing that I can do
I'm helpless without you can't you see
Can't get enough without your love, I'm helpless
I need so much without your touch, I'm helpless
I want you so, don't let me go, I'm helpless
Gotta have you, without you I'm helpless*
*Firehouse, "Helpless"
(Thanks to Amy for the lyrics. :o) )