Day Walker
Disclaimer: Only Professor Crow and Damien are mine. The other characters belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: Lucius Malfoy finds out about his son's gay relationship with the boy-who-lived
Warning: Some light slash and a little hot scene...
Author's note: I have to warn everyone about some bad grammar... My beta seems to have abandoned me, and I couldn't wait any longer. Hope you'll be patient with me... I'll try to reach her by the time the next chapter is ready for posting.
~Chapter 8~
~ Excluded~
Damien was sitting in an armchair in the Gryffindor commonroom reading a book when Harry came through the portrait hole after his little talk with Draco.
"Parseltongue, eh?" Damien looked up from his book. "I'm not the only one with secrets." Harry sat down in a sofa next to Damien.
"I didn't mean not to tell you... I just sorta forgot."
At first Damien looked a bit hurt, but then he laughed. "Nevermind, Harry. It's fun to be different. What's 'Mione's secret then? Is she part Banshee or something?"
"No," Harry answered. "She's muggleborn. I don't know if you already knew. Everyone in school knows, but she's a bit careful when it comes to telling new witches or wizards she meets because of how they might react."
"She's just like us then. None of us wants to reveal ourselves to the public. And by the way, I didn't know." He looked down at his book again for a second before he closed it and grinned at Harry. "Now, I'm going to change the subject and ask you what I'm really wondering. Why did your siginifigant other get so jealous in class earlier?"
"He got jealous because of the way I touched your hand." Harry paused, drew his breath and pushed a lock of untidy black hair away from his face. "I sometimes touch him like that, you see, but when I touch him it's love in it."
"Do you love him?" Damien tilted his head slightly to the left.
"Yes... I do... I really do! Oh god... I can tell you just like that, but I can't even say it back to him. I am such an idiot!" Harry put his head in his hands.
"He told you that he loves you?"
Harry nodded.
"Wow," said Damien and raised one eyebrow. "That's quite a big step. Sure you're ready for this, Harry?"
"Yes, I am, or at least I think so. I know what I feel for him and what he feels for me and that's enough for now." Harry straightened up and smiled at the other boy.
"I guess you're right. That's all that matters."
"I got to go now. Need to take a shower before dinner." Harry ran his fingers through his hair and went up the stairs and into the boys' bathroom. He got a towel from a cupboard, stepped into one of the showers, closed the curtain and fastened it with a quick, yet complicated, locking spell. He got undressed and put his clothes and wand on a high shelf in the corner the farthest from the shower head to keep them from getting wet. He turned on the water and waited for it to get hot enough. When it had reached the right temperature he stepped into the spray and let the soothing water run over and soak his entire body. He took a piece of scented soap from from a tiny shelf in the shower, and ran it across his chest and stomach. The sweet smell of lavender filled his nostrils. Long muscles played under his wet soap covered skin. 'I wish I wasn't doing this alone,' he thought while his hand with the piece of soap travelled further down his body to the soft curls just below his navel. The soap fell to the floor and his fingers played with the curls. His other hand grabbed his dick and caressed it until it rose to it's full size. He began to pump it energeticly. All the muscles in his body tensed up. He let out a little moan as he thought: 'This won't take long.' His hand pumped harder and faster as Harry's desire reached the top. He moaned again and his hips thrust agaist his own hand when he came as a storm, all over his hand and the wall in the shower. Harry took a few seconds to catch his breath before he rinsed away the rest of the soap on his body, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He took his clothes and wand down from the shelf and unlocked the shower-curtain.
"Was it good?" Damien was leaned up against the wall to Harry's right.
"Oh!" Harry felt himself go red. It spread from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. "Oh my god! How long have you been in here?"
"Well, for about five minutes." Damien sniffed the air. "Mmmm... Lavender. Sexy. But you didn't answer my question. Was it good?"
"Ummm... Yes, but I didn't mean... I didn't mean for... For anyone to see."
"I didn't see anything besides your shadow. But I did hear and smell you."
"Smell?" Harry ws surprised.
"I have a vampire's sense of smell. Another little nifty thing I've inherited from my mum."
Harry felt a tingling feeling deep inside at the thought of Damien smelling his lust. He looked at the other boy. He wasn't wearing his robes, just a pair of muggle trousers that hug loosely around his legs and a tight t- shirt. Harry's eyes moved down to the other boy's crotch. Harry's eyes moved to the other boy's crotch. There it was a very visible lump. He suddenly felt very courageous.
"By the looks of it I weren't the only one who enjoyed it." He felt the redness fade away and he smiled teasingly at Damien.
"No," replied Damien. "I enjoyed it too. I like you. I mean, who wouldn't? You're good looking. You're a nice person, easy to talk to. And on top of that, you're gay. Which is a very big plus, in my book at least. Draco's one lucky guy." He suddenly turned bright red and ran out of the bathroom, and Harry had been left shocked and alone for the second time that day. 'Damn,' Harry thought. 'When did I become Mr. Popularity?' He got dressed quickly, went into his room and fetched a small leather inbound book and a pencil from his trunk. The little book had the words 'Journal' written in silver on its cover. Harry went down to the common room to spend some time alone and gather his thoughts. He found a big, fluffy armchair in a corner. He opened his journal. It was filled with poetry and ramblings from times when he had been depressed and from when his love for Draco was still unrequited. He had drawn a lot in it as well. He had drawn pictures of all his friends, one of Cedric that he had done right after Voldemort killed him and a few of his parents. He had only seen them in pictures so the drawings were more or less copies of some of his photographies. 'BONK!' The book fell to the floor. Its pages turned like some non-existent wind blew them over. Suddenly they stopped turning and settled on the page where Harry had drawn a picture of a boy leaning up against a brick wall. It was Draco. The drawing was not finished. It was still a sketch. Harry remembered exactly when he had drawn it. It had been in the beginning of his fourth year.
Flashback
Harry was sitting on the floor in a corner of the Entrance Hall working on an essay Professor Flitwick had given them. He looked up when he heard a door slam shut. It was Draco. He stopped, put his back against the wall and leaned back. He dropped his bag and relaxed. 'He's so gorgeous,' Harry thought. He couldn't take his eyes off the blonde. He reached into his bag and took out his journal and a pencil. It didn't take him long to find an empty page and start to draw. 'Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go.' Harry sketched quickly to get Draco's basic features onto the paper before he moved. He had nearly finished the sketch, he was only missing the legs from the knees down, when Draco started to walk towards the door that lead outside.
"No!" Harry let out his thoughts in a semi-loud yell. Draco turned around and looked at Harry. His face showed signs of surprise. He, obviously, hadn't seen him there. Harry didn't know if it really happened or if it was wishful thinking of his own, but he thought he could see a smile on the Slytherin's face. 'Don't leave. I have to finish my drawing,' he thought, but off course Draco couldn't read his mind, and ledt the Entrance Hall. Leaving Harry in the corner with his unfinished drawing.
End flashback
'Too bad,' Harry thought, picked up his journal and looked at the rough drawing.
"Hmmm.? I wonder.?" He took out his pencil and started to smooth out the lines on drawing-Draco's face. The pencil slid quickly over the paper, evening out edges and adding shadows to make the face come more to life.
An hour later he was still sitting in the armchair. His eyes were pinned to the page. He didn't pay attention to anything else but his drawing, so his got startled when he suddenly heard Hermione's voice close to his ear.
"Harry? We have to get down to diner. What are you doing anyway?" She looked over his shoulder. "You draw. I didn't know that you were an artist."
"I know you didn't. I haven't told anyone. It's one of my ways to get out my frustration and feelings." Harry took his pencil away from the paper to keep it from making unwanted lines on the drawing.
"Oh. I see." Hermione took another look at the boy in Harry's book. "It's Draco, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. I drew it in a hurry early in our fourth year. I've finished it today. Until an hour ago it was just a sketch." Harry smiled carefully and closed his journal. He put it in a large pocket inside his robes.
"Well, it's certainly not a sketch anymore. Harry, the drawing's beautiful." She smiled at him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Come on. Let's get down to dinner. I'm dead hungry." Harry grinned back and they left the commonroom together.
Harry met Draco after dinner. He didn't say anything about what Damien had told him that afternoon. He didn't want to make his boyfriend jealous.
"I'm sorry about not saying. It back. You caught me by surprise. I do love you, I just." Then it dawned on him what he had just said.
"Do you mean that, Harry? Do you love me?" Draco smiled at his boyfriend.
"Yes, I do. I wanted to tell you earlier, but my lips refused to form the words."
"I know, luv. I saw it in your eyes."
"Thank you. For understanding me." Harry smiled.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry tenderly. "You're welcome. I have to go downstairs now and get some sleep. I'm so extremely tired."
"I'll have to let you do that then," said Harry and grinned. "Have a good night, D. See you tomorrow at breakfast."
"Okay. Good night." Then they went their separate ways for the night.
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When Harry came into the Great Hall the next morning Draco hadn't come down yet, but after just five minutes he came through the door with a pleased look on his face. He even stopped by the Gryffindor table to give Harry a good morning kiss. He had never done that before.
"What's got into you this morning, D?" Harry grinned widely.
"Just woke up this morning and was happy. Just happy..." Draco kissed his boyfriend's forehead and headed for the Slytherin table. Little did he know that his good mood would be shattered in a short while.
After about fifteen minutes, the air were filled by the sound of numerous owls flying under the bewitched ceiling of the Hall. Harry didn't get any mail that morning and turned his attention back to his breakfast, but then he heard a loud, shocked sound coming from the Slytherin table. The only word Harry could catch in all the noise were 'howler'. 'Hmmm...' thought Harry. 'I wonder who's got one of those?' His question was answered about a second after the thought had left his mind. When the voice of Lucius Malfoy rung through the Hall like thunder.
"DRACO THOMAS MALFOY!" The death eater's voice was amplified by the howler. "ARE YOU MINGLING WITH THE ENEMY, YOU TRAITOROUS BOY? YOUR ANCESTORS MUST BE TURNING IN THEIR GRAVES! A MALFOY IN A GAY RELATIONSHIP WITH A GRYFFINDOR BOY. AND NOT JUST ANY BOY. THE GOD DAMNED BOY-WHO-BLOODY-LIVED!" The voice paused for a second as though its owner tried to regain his self- control. If that was the case, it didn't work. The yelling continued. "YOU CAN JUST FORGET TO COME BACK HOME. I REALLY DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE MY ONLY HEIR. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME AT THE MANSION AGAIN. YOUR CLOTHES AND PERSONAL ITEMS FROM YOUR ROOM WILL BE BE OWLED TO YOUR SCHOOL." Then, silence fell in the Great Hall. Utter and total silence ruled until it was shattered by the sound of breaking glass as Draco threw his plate in the wall. Pansy had got up from her seat and walked over to Draco while the howler delivered its message. She stood behind him and put her hand on his shoulder.
He turned around like a frightened animal and shouted: "Get your hands off me, you unsufferable whore! I can't stand you or the feeling of your fithy hands on my body. Don't ever touch me again!" His face was covered in fallen tears. Draco got up and ran from the Hall as fast as his legs could carry him. Harry jumped up, he nearly knocked Seamus of the bench, and ran after his boyfriend. Harry stormed out of the door and looked around the Entrance Hall. At first he couldn't find Draco, but then he heard a halfway choked sob coming from a corner, the very corner were Harry had been sitting when he drew Draco. The crying Slytherin raised his head and looked at Harry wth eyes, filled with tears. His knees were pulled up to his chin like a sitting fetal position. Harry sat down next to him and put his arms around the shaking boy.
"He... He... Excluded me!" Draco got out between sobs.
"I know, D. I know." Harry stroked his boyfriend's soft, blonde hair. The Slytherin let all his guards down and allowed his tears to run freely. Harry pulled him close so that his head rested on his shoulder. After a while Draco stopped shaking and sobbing so violently. A few minutes later, Harry heard the door from the Great Hall open for a brief moment, followed by Dumbledore's voice.
"Let's go out through the backdoor, students." Harry heard the sound of feet moving away from them. Draco's body started to shake again. Harry took a even firmer hold of his boyfriend and continued to stroke his hair.
"It'll be okay," Harry whispered softly. "We'll figure out a way to work this out. You'll be allright."
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They didn't go to any classes that day. They just sat there in the corner. Both students and teachers walked past them, but none asked any questions.
After a long time, the sunlight faded and the house-elves came out through hidden doors in the walls and lit the torches besides them. Harry loosened his grip on the other boy a little.
"Maybe you should go to bed, D, and then you can talk to Dumbledore or something in the morning." He kissed the other boy's forhead tenderly.
Draco took a deep breath, looked at Harry and said: "I don't want to be alone." He drew his breath deeply again. "Harry?"
"Yes, D..."
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"You won't have to be. Not tonight. I'll have to go upstairs and get my Invisibility Cloak."
Draco nodded. "Hurry, please."
"I will." Harry kissed him gently and then ran up the staircases to the Gryffindor tower. He gasped out the password to the Fat Lady, got inside, ran up to his dormitory, fetched the Cloak and ran back down to Draco. Only a few minutes had passed since he left him.
"Come on, D. Let's go. I'll put the Cloak over you when we get near the entrance to the commonroom. Draco nodded. He got to his feet and walked next to Harry across the Hall and upstairs. Harry stopped when they reached the last bend of the corridor before the entrance. He pulled his Invisibility Cloak out from his robes and put it over Draco.
"Just walk right behind me as quiet as you can." Draco did as he had been told and nearly held his breath, afraid to make a sound.
"Lionhearts," said Harry to the Fat Lady.
"Password correct," she replied and swung open. Harry climbed through with Draco only a feet or two behind him. Thw two of them walked straight through the commonroom and up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Harry said 'good night' to some of the boys in his dorm before he and Draco climbed into his fourposter bed and closed the curtains so that no one could see them. Draco removed the Cloak and put it in a corner of the bed. Both of the boys removed all their clotehs except their underwear and got under the covers. Harry layed behind Draco with one arm around his waist. The blonde Slytherin snuggled up as close as possible. Relaxed into the warmth behind him.
"Thank you, luv," said Draco just before he fell asleep.
"Anytime, D. Anytime." Harry kissed Draco's soft pale neck and fell asleep himself.
Disclaimer: Only Professor Crow and Damien are mine. The other characters belong to JK Rowling.
Summary: Lucius Malfoy finds out about his son's gay relationship with the boy-who-lived
Warning: Some light slash and a little hot scene...
Author's note: I have to warn everyone about some bad grammar... My beta seems to have abandoned me, and I couldn't wait any longer. Hope you'll be patient with me... I'll try to reach her by the time the next chapter is ready for posting.
~Chapter 8~
~ Excluded~
Damien was sitting in an armchair in the Gryffindor commonroom reading a book when Harry came through the portrait hole after his little talk with Draco.
"Parseltongue, eh?" Damien looked up from his book. "I'm not the only one with secrets." Harry sat down in a sofa next to Damien.
"I didn't mean not to tell you... I just sorta forgot."
At first Damien looked a bit hurt, but then he laughed. "Nevermind, Harry. It's fun to be different. What's 'Mione's secret then? Is she part Banshee or something?"
"No," Harry answered. "She's muggleborn. I don't know if you already knew. Everyone in school knows, but she's a bit careful when it comes to telling new witches or wizards she meets because of how they might react."
"She's just like us then. None of us wants to reveal ourselves to the public. And by the way, I didn't know." He looked down at his book again for a second before he closed it and grinned at Harry. "Now, I'm going to change the subject and ask you what I'm really wondering. Why did your siginifigant other get so jealous in class earlier?"
"He got jealous because of the way I touched your hand." Harry paused, drew his breath and pushed a lock of untidy black hair away from his face. "I sometimes touch him like that, you see, but when I touch him it's love in it."
"Do you love him?" Damien tilted his head slightly to the left.
"Yes... I do... I really do! Oh god... I can tell you just like that, but I can't even say it back to him. I am such an idiot!" Harry put his head in his hands.
"He told you that he loves you?"
Harry nodded.
"Wow," said Damien and raised one eyebrow. "That's quite a big step. Sure you're ready for this, Harry?"
"Yes, I am, or at least I think so. I know what I feel for him and what he feels for me and that's enough for now." Harry straightened up and smiled at the other boy.
"I guess you're right. That's all that matters."
"I got to go now. Need to take a shower before dinner." Harry ran his fingers through his hair and went up the stairs and into the boys' bathroom. He got a towel from a cupboard, stepped into one of the showers, closed the curtain and fastened it with a quick, yet complicated, locking spell. He got undressed and put his clothes and wand on a high shelf in the corner the farthest from the shower head to keep them from getting wet. He turned on the water and waited for it to get hot enough. When it had reached the right temperature he stepped into the spray and let the soothing water run over and soak his entire body. He took a piece of scented soap from from a tiny shelf in the shower, and ran it across his chest and stomach. The sweet smell of lavender filled his nostrils. Long muscles played under his wet soap covered skin. 'I wish I wasn't doing this alone,' he thought while his hand with the piece of soap travelled further down his body to the soft curls just below his navel. The soap fell to the floor and his fingers played with the curls. His other hand grabbed his dick and caressed it until it rose to it's full size. He began to pump it energeticly. All the muscles in his body tensed up. He let out a little moan as he thought: 'This won't take long.' His hand pumped harder and faster as Harry's desire reached the top. He moaned again and his hips thrust agaist his own hand when he came as a storm, all over his hand and the wall in the shower. Harry took a few seconds to catch his breath before he rinsed away the rest of the soap on his body, grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He took his clothes and wand down from the shelf and unlocked the shower-curtain.
"Was it good?" Damien was leaned up against the wall to Harry's right.
"Oh!" Harry felt himself go red. It spread from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. "Oh my god! How long have you been in here?"
"Well, for about five minutes." Damien sniffed the air. "Mmmm... Lavender. Sexy. But you didn't answer my question. Was it good?"
"Ummm... Yes, but I didn't mean... I didn't mean for... For anyone to see."
"I didn't see anything besides your shadow. But I did hear and smell you."
"Smell?" Harry ws surprised.
"I have a vampire's sense of smell. Another little nifty thing I've inherited from my mum."
Harry felt a tingling feeling deep inside at the thought of Damien smelling his lust. He looked at the other boy. He wasn't wearing his robes, just a pair of muggle trousers that hug loosely around his legs and a tight t- shirt. Harry's eyes moved down to the other boy's crotch. Harry's eyes moved to the other boy's crotch. There it was a very visible lump. He suddenly felt very courageous.
"By the looks of it I weren't the only one who enjoyed it." He felt the redness fade away and he smiled teasingly at Damien.
"No," replied Damien. "I enjoyed it too. I like you. I mean, who wouldn't? You're good looking. You're a nice person, easy to talk to. And on top of that, you're gay. Which is a very big plus, in my book at least. Draco's one lucky guy." He suddenly turned bright red and ran out of the bathroom, and Harry had been left shocked and alone for the second time that day. 'Damn,' Harry thought. 'When did I become Mr. Popularity?' He got dressed quickly, went into his room and fetched a small leather inbound book and a pencil from his trunk. The little book had the words 'Journal' written in silver on its cover. Harry went down to the common room to spend some time alone and gather his thoughts. He found a big, fluffy armchair in a corner. He opened his journal. It was filled with poetry and ramblings from times when he had been depressed and from when his love for Draco was still unrequited. He had drawn a lot in it as well. He had drawn pictures of all his friends, one of Cedric that he had done right after Voldemort killed him and a few of his parents. He had only seen them in pictures so the drawings were more or less copies of some of his photographies. 'BONK!' The book fell to the floor. Its pages turned like some non-existent wind blew them over. Suddenly they stopped turning and settled on the page where Harry had drawn a picture of a boy leaning up against a brick wall. It was Draco. The drawing was not finished. It was still a sketch. Harry remembered exactly when he had drawn it. It had been in the beginning of his fourth year.
Flashback
Harry was sitting on the floor in a corner of the Entrance Hall working on an essay Professor Flitwick had given them. He looked up when he heard a door slam shut. It was Draco. He stopped, put his back against the wall and leaned back. He dropped his bag and relaxed. 'He's so gorgeous,' Harry thought. He couldn't take his eyes off the blonde. He reached into his bag and took out his journal and a pencil. It didn't take him long to find an empty page and start to draw. 'Please don't go. Please don't go. Please don't go.' Harry sketched quickly to get Draco's basic features onto the paper before he moved. He had nearly finished the sketch, he was only missing the legs from the knees down, when Draco started to walk towards the door that lead outside.
"No!" Harry let out his thoughts in a semi-loud yell. Draco turned around and looked at Harry. His face showed signs of surprise. He, obviously, hadn't seen him there. Harry didn't know if it really happened or if it was wishful thinking of his own, but he thought he could see a smile on the Slytherin's face. 'Don't leave. I have to finish my drawing,' he thought, but off course Draco couldn't read his mind, and ledt the Entrance Hall. Leaving Harry in the corner with his unfinished drawing.
End flashback
'Too bad,' Harry thought, picked up his journal and looked at the rough drawing.
"Hmmm.? I wonder.?" He took out his pencil and started to smooth out the lines on drawing-Draco's face. The pencil slid quickly over the paper, evening out edges and adding shadows to make the face come more to life.
An hour later he was still sitting in the armchair. His eyes were pinned to the page. He didn't pay attention to anything else but his drawing, so his got startled when he suddenly heard Hermione's voice close to his ear.
"Harry? We have to get down to diner. What are you doing anyway?" She looked over his shoulder. "You draw. I didn't know that you were an artist."
"I know you didn't. I haven't told anyone. It's one of my ways to get out my frustration and feelings." Harry took his pencil away from the paper to keep it from making unwanted lines on the drawing.
"Oh. I see." Hermione took another look at the boy in Harry's book. "It's Draco, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. I drew it in a hurry early in our fourth year. I've finished it today. Until an hour ago it was just a sketch." Harry smiled carefully and closed his journal. He put it in a large pocket inside his robes.
"Well, it's certainly not a sketch anymore. Harry, the drawing's beautiful." She smiled at him and put her arm around his shoulders. "Come on. Let's get down to dinner. I'm dead hungry." Harry grinned back and they left the commonroom together.
Harry met Draco after dinner. He didn't say anything about what Damien had told him that afternoon. He didn't want to make his boyfriend jealous.
"I'm sorry about not saying. It back. You caught me by surprise. I do love you, I just." Then it dawned on him what he had just said.
"Do you mean that, Harry? Do you love me?" Draco smiled at his boyfriend.
"Yes, I do. I wanted to tell you earlier, but my lips refused to form the words."
"I know, luv. I saw it in your eyes."
"Thank you. For understanding me." Harry smiled.
Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry tenderly. "You're welcome. I have to go downstairs now and get some sleep. I'm so extremely tired."
"I'll have to let you do that then," said Harry and grinned. "Have a good night, D. See you tomorrow at breakfast."
"Okay. Good night." Then they went their separate ways for the night.
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When Harry came into the Great Hall the next morning Draco hadn't come down yet, but after just five minutes he came through the door with a pleased look on his face. He even stopped by the Gryffindor table to give Harry a good morning kiss. He had never done that before.
"What's got into you this morning, D?" Harry grinned widely.
"Just woke up this morning and was happy. Just happy..." Draco kissed his boyfriend's forehead and headed for the Slytherin table. Little did he know that his good mood would be shattered in a short while.
After about fifteen minutes, the air were filled by the sound of numerous owls flying under the bewitched ceiling of the Hall. Harry didn't get any mail that morning and turned his attention back to his breakfast, but then he heard a loud, shocked sound coming from the Slytherin table. The only word Harry could catch in all the noise were 'howler'. 'Hmmm...' thought Harry. 'I wonder who's got one of those?' His question was answered about a second after the thought had left his mind. When the voice of Lucius Malfoy rung through the Hall like thunder.
"DRACO THOMAS MALFOY!" The death eater's voice was amplified by the howler. "ARE YOU MINGLING WITH THE ENEMY, YOU TRAITOROUS BOY? YOUR ANCESTORS MUST BE TURNING IN THEIR GRAVES! A MALFOY IN A GAY RELATIONSHIP WITH A GRYFFINDOR BOY. AND NOT JUST ANY BOY. THE GOD DAMNED BOY-WHO-BLOODY-LIVED!" The voice paused for a second as though its owner tried to regain his self- control. If that was the case, it didn't work. The yelling continued. "YOU CAN JUST FORGET TO COME BACK HOME. I REALLY DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE MY ONLY HEIR. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME AT THE MANSION AGAIN. YOUR CLOTHES AND PERSONAL ITEMS FROM YOUR ROOM WILL BE BE OWLED TO YOUR SCHOOL." Then, silence fell in the Great Hall. Utter and total silence ruled until it was shattered by the sound of breaking glass as Draco threw his plate in the wall. Pansy had got up from her seat and walked over to Draco while the howler delivered its message. She stood behind him and put her hand on his shoulder.
He turned around like a frightened animal and shouted: "Get your hands off me, you unsufferable whore! I can't stand you or the feeling of your fithy hands on my body. Don't ever touch me again!" His face was covered in fallen tears. Draco got up and ran from the Hall as fast as his legs could carry him. Harry jumped up, he nearly knocked Seamus of the bench, and ran after his boyfriend. Harry stormed out of the door and looked around the Entrance Hall. At first he couldn't find Draco, but then he heard a halfway choked sob coming from a corner, the very corner were Harry had been sitting when he drew Draco. The crying Slytherin raised his head and looked at Harry wth eyes, filled with tears. His knees were pulled up to his chin like a sitting fetal position. Harry sat down next to him and put his arms around the shaking boy.
"He... He... Excluded me!" Draco got out between sobs.
"I know, D. I know." Harry stroked his boyfriend's soft, blonde hair. The Slytherin let all his guards down and allowed his tears to run freely. Harry pulled him close so that his head rested on his shoulder. After a while Draco stopped shaking and sobbing so violently. A few minutes later, Harry heard the door from the Great Hall open for a brief moment, followed by Dumbledore's voice.
"Let's go out through the backdoor, students." Harry heard the sound of feet moving away from them. Draco's body started to shake again. Harry took a even firmer hold of his boyfriend and continued to stroke his hair.
"It'll be okay," Harry whispered softly. "We'll figure out a way to work this out. You'll be allright."
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They didn't go to any classes that day. They just sat there in the corner. Both students and teachers walked past them, but none asked any questions.
After a long time, the sunlight faded and the house-elves came out through hidden doors in the walls and lit the torches besides them. Harry loosened his grip on the other boy a little.
"Maybe you should go to bed, D, and then you can talk to Dumbledore or something in the morning." He kissed the other boy's forhead tenderly.
Draco took a deep breath, looked at Harry and said: "I don't want to be alone." He drew his breath deeply again. "Harry?"
"Yes, D..."
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I don't want to be alone."
"You won't have to be. Not tonight. I'll have to go upstairs and get my Invisibility Cloak."
Draco nodded. "Hurry, please."
"I will." Harry kissed him gently and then ran up the staircases to the Gryffindor tower. He gasped out the password to the Fat Lady, got inside, ran up to his dormitory, fetched the Cloak and ran back down to Draco. Only a few minutes had passed since he left him.
"Come on, D. Let's go. I'll put the Cloak over you when we get near the entrance to the commonroom. Draco nodded. He got to his feet and walked next to Harry across the Hall and upstairs. Harry stopped when they reached the last bend of the corridor before the entrance. He pulled his Invisibility Cloak out from his robes and put it over Draco.
"Just walk right behind me as quiet as you can." Draco did as he had been told and nearly held his breath, afraid to make a sound.
"Lionhearts," said Harry to the Fat Lady.
"Password correct," she replied and swung open. Harry climbed through with Draco only a feet or two behind him. Thw two of them walked straight through the commonroom and up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Harry said 'good night' to some of the boys in his dorm before he and Draco climbed into his fourposter bed and closed the curtains so that no one could see them. Draco removed the Cloak and put it in a corner of the bed. Both of the boys removed all their clotehs except their underwear and got under the covers. Harry layed behind Draco with one arm around his waist. The blonde Slytherin snuggled up as close as possible. Relaxed into the warmth behind him.
"Thank you, luv," said Draco just before he fell asleep.
"Anytime, D. Anytime." Harry kissed Draco's soft pale neck and fell asleep himself.