Family Affair
Chapter 5 30 Minutes
~notes~
I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I also do not own the song, 30 Minutes, tATu does. This done, I will proceed to the fanfic.
Warning: This chapter contains heavy shit. This includes Yaoi, lime, shibbyness, mention of suicide etc. If you can't take it, don't read it, you have been warned.
~fic~
Mama, Papa forgive me
Taiko came down from the podium on which she and her Uncle Andemon had been performing. It was dessert, they'd come back up to finish at nine. They had about half an hour until dessert at seven, so when Draco excused himself and headed towards the woods behind the Weasleys' yard, Harry waited thirty seconds before excusing himself as well, and following.
Draco was waiting for him. "Took you long enough." He grunted.
"So what's this all about?" Harry asked, more curious than annoyed.
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life
Draco regarded him for a moment. "Well for starters, thanks. If you hadn't gotten my father caught, the Ministry wouldn't have raided our castle and Tonks wouldn't have caught my father beating me half to death."
"Is that all?" Draco was THANKING him? That was indeed odd.
Draco moved towards him until their faces were an inch apart. "No, that isn't all."
Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
In the moment it takes
To make plans or mistakes
Harry felt his insides quiver with that warm feeling again. His body felt so still, so quiet. Draco leaned in closer. Before he knew it their lips were touching. Harry felt a sort of a jolt as a shiver ran down his spine. It felt so good. He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting, exploring. Harry was too stunned to struggle, their tongues twined in passion.
30 minutes, the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
They broke apart for breath. It was a good thing that Harry was leaning against a tree, otherwise he probably would have fallen over. He blinked eyes wide. "What the hell?" His voice croaked slightly.
Draco was panting too. They were right up against each other. "Well... now you know why my dad beat me then."
Harry blinked. "Come again?"
Draco smirked, rolling his eyes. "Harry, think back on the past two years. Have I been teasing you? No, I've been teasing your friends Weasley and Granger. Why? Because I like you, that way, because I've got a crush on you that my father couldn't tolerate."
Harry's mind frantically tried to deny what he'd just done. "B...but..."
Draco rolled his eyes again. "So I tried to get you alone. And each time you foiled me. I could never talk to you. I could never reach you."
Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. This was too weird. "But you kept saying how great your father was..."
"And he was, until he started to suspect my feelings for you." Draco's voice was a mere whisper. "I love you Harry Potter. And he couldn't tolerate that."
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
"He beat you?" Harry asked. He tried to shake the confusion from his head. It didn't work. A million memories floated through his brain. The past two years...
Gently, so that Draco could pull away, Harry thumbed open the button's of Draco's shirt. Around his shoulders he saw the marks, like cuts, or whip slashes, or belt marks. Some of them were recent and still swollen. Harry slipped the shirt gently down Draco's shoulders. Draco hissed as it brushed some of the new cuts. The cuts ran down his arms, short and at odd angles. And... at the wrists... Harry turned Draco's wrists upward, dreading what he might find.
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
Sure enough, there were short, sharp marks across Draco's wrists. Harry sharply took in a breath as his hands traced lightly over the marks. "You... you cut yourself?" Harry asked. Harry was sure that Draco knew how to heal his own wounds, there was no way to tell how old these were.
Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade, silhouettes
Casting shame
Crying rain
Draco simply nodded. Harry softly let the shirt fall to the forest floor. He pulled Draco into his arms, stroking the blonde's hair tenderly. "Oh Draco." Harry said gently. "Oh Draco."
Can we fly, do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail
Draco finally let loose, crying, his head leaning against Harry's chest. Harry felt his stomach melt. A knot unfroze. He had never really hated Draco, he realized. It was kind of hard not to. Oh gods, he had never thought that Draco was a cutter. Harry buried his face in the soft blonde pillow, crying with him, all the pent up emotion from six years finally coming loose.
30 minutes the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
Harry turned Draco's face up to look at him. This was one of the hardest things that he had ever done. "I love you Draco." He said softly, and leaned in to kiss him passionately.
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
Draco blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. Harry ran his tongue along Draco's lips. Draco opened his mouth, letting Harry's tongue in. Their tongues twined in joy. Draco shivered in pleasure against him. Harry pulled back for air, and gently placed kisses along Draco's jawline, tracing each of the lash marks with his tongue and lips.
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, moaning his name softly. They gently flopped onto the moss of the forest floor. It was almost like a cool cushion under their back. "How long can we stay here, like this?" Draco asked, voice rich with lust.
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
"We'll find some way to finish this." Harry said softly, teasing the nipples of Draco's chest with his tongue. "We'll find some way..."
To decide, to decide, to decide, to decide
Chapter 5 30 Minutes
~notes~
I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I also do not own the song, 30 Minutes, tATu does. This done, I will proceed to the fanfic.
Warning: This chapter contains heavy shit. This includes Yaoi, lime, shibbyness, mention of suicide etc. If you can't take it, don't read it, you have been warned.
~fic~
Mama, Papa forgive me
Taiko came down from the podium on which she and her Uncle Andemon had been performing. It was dessert, they'd come back up to finish at nine. They had about half an hour until dessert at seven, so when Draco excused himself and headed towards the woods behind the Weasleys' yard, Harry waited thirty seconds before excusing himself as well, and following.
Draco was waiting for him. "Took you long enough." He grunted.
"So what's this all about?" Harry asked, more curious than annoyed.
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life
Draco regarded him for a moment. "Well for starters, thanks. If you hadn't gotten my father caught, the Ministry wouldn't have raided our castle and Tonks wouldn't have caught my father beating me half to death."
"Is that all?" Draco was THANKING him? That was indeed odd.
Draco moved towards him until their faces were an inch apart. "No, that isn't all."
Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
In the moment it takes
To make plans or mistakes
Harry felt his insides quiver with that warm feeling again. His body felt so still, so quiet. Draco leaned in closer. Before he knew it their lips were touching. Harry felt a sort of a jolt as a shiver ran down his spine. It felt so good. He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting, exploring. Harry was too stunned to struggle, their tongues twined in passion.
30 minutes, the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
They broke apart for breath. It was a good thing that Harry was leaning against a tree, otherwise he probably would have fallen over. He blinked eyes wide. "What the hell?" His voice croaked slightly.
Draco was panting too. They were right up against each other. "Well... now you know why my dad beat me then."
Harry blinked. "Come again?"
Draco smirked, rolling his eyes. "Harry, think back on the past two years. Have I been teasing you? No, I've been teasing your friends Weasley and Granger. Why? Because I like you, that way, because I've got a crush on you that my father couldn't tolerate."
Harry's mind frantically tried to deny what he'd just done. "B...but..."
Draco rolled his eyes again. "So I tried to get you alone. And each time you foiled me. I could never talk to you. I could never reach you."
Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. This was too weird. "But you kept saying how great your father was..."
"And he was, until he started to suspect my feelings for you." Draco's voice was a mere whisper. "I love you Harry Potter. And he couldn't tolerate that."
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
"He beat you?" Harry asked. He tried to shake the confusion from his head. It didn't work. A million memories floated through his brain. The past two years...
Gently, so that Draco could pull away, Harry thumbed open the button's of Draco's shirt. Around his shoulders he saw the marks, like cuts, or whip slashes, or belt marks. Some of them were recent and still swollen. Harry slipped the shirt gently down Draco's shoulders. Draco hissed as it brushed some of the new cuts. The cuts ran down his arms, short and at odd angles. And... at the wrists... Harry turned Draco's wrists upward, dreading what he might find.
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
Sure enough, there were short, sharp marks across Draco's wrists. Harry sharply took in a breath as his hands traced lightly over the marks. "You... you cut yourself?" Harry asked. Harry was sure that Draco knew how to heal his own wounds, there was no way to tell how old these were.
Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade, silhouettes
Casting shame
Crying rain
Draco simply nodded. Harry softly let the shirt fall to the forest floor. He pulled Draco into his arms, stroking the blonde's hair tenderly. "Oh Draco." Harry said gently. "Oh Draco."
Can we fly, do I stay
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail
Draco finally let loose, crying, his head leaning against Harry's chest. Harry felt his stomach melt. A knot unfroze. He had never really hated Draco, he realized. It was kind of hard not to. Oh gods, he had never thought that Draco was a cutter. Harry buried his face in the soft blonde pillow, crying with him, all the pent up emotion from six years finally coming loose.
30 minutes the blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
Harry turned Draco's face up to look at him. This was one of the hardest things that he had ever done. "I love you Draco." He said softly, and leaned in to kiss him passionately.
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
Draco blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. Harry ran his tongue along Draco's lips. Draco opened his mouth, letting Harry's tongue in. Their tongues twined in joy. Draco shivered in pleasure against him. Harry pulled back for air, and gently placed kisses along Draco's jawline, tracing each of the lash marks with his tongue and lips.
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, moaning his name softly. They gently flopped onto the moss of the forest floor. It was almost like a cool cushion under their back. "How long can we stay here, like this?" Draco asked, voice rich with lust.
30 minutes of bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
"We'll find some way to finish this." Harry said softly, teasing the nipples of Draco's chest with his tongue. "We'll find some way..."
To decide, to decide, to decide, to decide
