Sorry it took me awhile to update. I suffered a minor case of writer's block but I'm better now and I decided how the story will go. Thanks to all my reviewers! I luff ya to pieces.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the silver lining around the cloud. . J. K. Rowling owns the cloud.
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Recap:
Malfoy looked a little peeved, "All right, I'm going to give you something. If you're too dumb to read, it's an invitation to one of our wonderful dinner parties. I expect you to come if you even want to think about passing this year. All the information is there. Now, go."
"Thank you, professor." Then he briskly walked out of the room. Was I just invited to Lucius Malfoy's party? He thought but stopped dead in his tracks to the scene of Blaise Zambini about to rape Malfoy, but to Harry; it just looked like Draco was going to be beat up. "No," he whispered, "STUPEFY!" With that, Blaise fell to the floor, stiff as a board, while Draco stood there with his mouth agape.
"Did you just save me, Harry?" Why did he say my name again?
"What's going on over here?" Professor McGonagal snapped. She gasped, "Harry, Draco, explain yourselves!"
"He was going to beat him up!" Harry said at the exact same time that Draco said, "He tried to rape me!" and they looked at each other, wondering who was right. By then, a crowd of students had gathered around the scene.
"This calls for Professor Dumbledore. Come. We're going to his office. Crabbe, Goyle, please escort Mr. Zambini here to Madame Pomfrey." She ordered as she conjured a stretcher and hurried two very confused Harry and Draco to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
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Draco and Harry silently walked behind McGonagal, but they were glancing at each other repetitively. Before they knew it, they were at Dumbledore's office. "Tootsie Roll" was the password and they stepped into the spiral staircase and made their way into the office.
"Good evening, Harry, Draco," Dubledore greeted placidly, "Lemon drop."
"Excuse me headmaster, but I'd like to get these students to class on time."
"Yes, yes miss. Now, will you two explain yourselves?"
"W-well Blaise was tr-trying to uh hurt me, Po-Harry saved me." Draco stuttered. I've never heard him stutter before. It's kind of cute….no! NO! Not cute!
"Is that what happened, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, sir," he replied, trying to avoid too much talking.
"Alright then, I'll talk to Mr. Zambini in the Hospital Wing. Yo're free to go," and with that, Hogwart's headmaster apparated.
"Go to class, NOW!" McGonagal ordered and the two boys shuffled off. The next class was Potions which they also shared. They walked along opposite walls until Draco broke the silence.
"Erm thanks for saving me from Blaise. Nasty little bugger ain't he?"
"It's no problem. And one more thing, never call me Harry in public again!"
"Oh ok…" He seemed a little taken aback. As they walked into their class, what seemed like a thousand heads swiveled around to look at them. Rumors were flying after that day's incident. They had a relationship and Blaise got jealous. Harry wanted a piece of Draco, instead of Blaise. None of them were right. The two took their seats and Snape entered. Instantly, the chatter died out around them.
"I trust our class will not be interrupted from this day's incident. Oh, and before I forget: 15 points from Gryffindor for unnecessary hexing. The Slytherin's all laughed except for Draco and Zambini, who returned from the hospital wing. He just glared in Harry's direction. The rest of the class with continued as usual. Except that Snape didn't take away any points, although he didn't give any either.
That night at at the Gryffindor House table, it was more than awkward. (they do have dinner there right lol) "How is everyone doing today?" Harry asked light-heartedly.
"Um, fine mate." Ron replied.
"Just studying," Hermione said, trying to sound just as care-free.
"Look, you guys seriously don't think I have feelings for Malfoy, do you?"
"Well you did save him…" Hermione said uncertainly.
"That was just my "hero" showing out. You know I can't resist that feeling. And I suffered for that…" there was a saddened pause at the table, "but I think having "fun" with a bouncing ferret would be complicated." They all laughed.
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Draco envied Harry. How can he laugh like that? I never could. The Slytherin's were ignoring him. Yes they were ignoring Draco, the Slytherin prince, for being saved by him. He hated Harry, but he loved him. Draco started aimlessly scratching at his arm. He wished he wouldn't be so submissive to his emotions, but he couldn't help it. Then he stood up from the table, and started to walk to his private dorm room.
As he was passing the Dark Arts classroom, a drawling voice called out to him, "Draco, dear, may I see you for a second?"
Draco stopped in his tracks. Whenever his father used that sickly sweet voice to him he knew he was in for a beating. He knew he'd get an even worse time if he didn't return the call, so reluctantly, he walked into his father's room. "Yes, professor?"
"I invited Harry Potter to one of our dinner parties. I trust you will be able to get the job I have asked you to do finished."
"Yes sir."
"You agitating twit! You always let me down. But then again, what can I expect from a half-breed son?" He was referring to his muggle mother. Lucius got a little drunk and got with a muggle woman. After that night, they didn't see each other. But soon enough, the lady found him. Draco was four by then. He remembered the conversation all too well…
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"Lucius, you must take him in. He's your responsibility." It was Narcissa, his fake mother, who he loved more than anything before.
"It is the responsible thing to do." That was the care-taker. His real mother was a drunk bum and child services "rescued" him.
"Get the bloody boy off my hands! I don't give a fuck if you have to kill him just get him away!" That was his real mother. Draco didn't know if he would have rather stayed with her than Lucius. She threw an empty beer bottle across the room that was full five minutes ago.
"Please, do it Lucius. He needs a good home. Let him stay with us." Narcissa pleaded. Draco loved her at once.
"Fine! As long as you do the baby stuff." Lucius snapped. He formally led the care-taker and Draco's mother out of the house. Slap "Never, Ever plead in public again, woman!" Lucius scream and kicked her in the stomach. She doubled over in pain. "As for you, find a bedroom and stay there. The house-elves will alert you for dinner." He was so frightened he ran off without a word. "That's the kind of people I like. As for you…" Draco shut the door and blocked out the screams and cries.
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He felt a cold hand colide with the back of his head. "Are you listening to me?" Lucius screamed, then he visibly relaxed, leaning back on his chair. "Screaming won't do any good. I have to keep my voice up to teach everyone. Let's talk this out in your room." Draco's eyes enlarged. He knew what this meant. Pain. His father roughly picked him up by his cloak collar, choking him, and carried him off to his room. He was then thrown upon his bed.
"I'm sure this should teach you a lesson," Lucius said, trying to sound fatherly. But draco knew what was coming was nothing close to fatherly. He put a locking spell on the door and pulled out a whip and his knives; he had eight. "I'll be needing all of these. Undress." He ordered. Draco did as he was told, and Lucius did the same. "Get down," with that Lucius spread Draco's legs apart and brought out a knife. He placed it inside Draco's hole and twirled it around. Draco chocked on his own screams. Then Lucius brought it up to his length and dragged it the whole way up, but when he got to the foreskin Draco screamed. Quick as lightning, Lucius grabbed another knife and slammed it into Draco's stomach making him scream again. Lucius only got another knife and did the same. Draco getting the idea, stifled another scream and blocked otut tears.
"I thought you would get it eventualy. Then Lucius put an enlarging spell on his manhood and rammed all the way into Draco. He heard the sick sound of skin ripping. Unfortunately, Draco screamed and got another knife in the stomach. Lucius slammed into Draco over and over again until he came and pulled out. "Turn over," he ordered. Draco was too sore to move. Lucius got yet another knife and used it to turn Draco over, making it stick into his back. His eyes bulged out of their sockets from pure pain. "You'll pay for making me do that." He put on safety-gloves and used pain potion to lubricate the inside of Draco's end. Every muscle inside him squeezed at the sheer pain of it all. Mr. Malfoy then again went inside Draco and Draco couldn't stop screaming so he took a knife and cut slashes across Malfoy's neck, each time he screamed he cut deeper. Finally, he came and pulled out.
"This part is a fair deal. I'll whip you for everytime you have defiled me in your life." Draco didn't dare mention he whipped him when it happened too. In the end, Draco had over 200 lashes on his back. 150 for things he didn't remember doing. "Hm I guess I didn't need these knives. All well," he said and slit Draco's wrist, adding to his personal collection of scars. "I expect you to be at the party tomorrow night," Lucius added before leaving, menacingly. That left draco, blissfully, alone.
He's never gone that far before. I need to get out of here. He tried to move but his muscles were so sore he passed out from the pain.
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Harry rolled out of bead, screaming in agony. Many lights flickered on.
"Harry, mate! Is it your scar?" Ron asked worriedly.
"No…its…everything…" Harry gasped and Ron ran off to get Dumbledore. Harry's roommates were too frightened to do anything but stare as the golden boy writhed in pain.
"Ronald this had better be import- HOLY LEMON DROPS! Boys, bring Madame Pomfrey to my office. We have some discussing to do." Dumbledore ordered, the twinkle in his eyes gone. He picked up Harry and shuffled Ron to his office.
Once they got there, Dumbledore injected something into Harry making the pain numb away, but he could feel his limbs at the same time. "Tha- Thankyou professor," he gasped and slowly pulled himself up onto a chair.
"Just as I suspected," Dumbledore mumbled, "Harry, have you felt, strangely attracted to anyone?"
Thoughts of Draco flashed through his mind, "No professor."
"I have the strange inkling you're lieing to me, but we will let that pass. It's possible that you long for and love someone so greatly that you actually feel each other's pain." There was an uncomfortable silence between them. "Well then, I guess you to better get some more sleep. Off you go." Gratefully, they left.
"Hey mate, who are you having feelings about?" Ron asked.
"Err no one, Ron,"
"Oh come on! Cho? Someone!"
"I actually don't know who it is." Harry couldn't just let himself like Malfoy, could he?
The two got into bed and shut off the light. To their relief, their roomates fell asleep so they wouldn't be pestered with questions. Harry still felt the uncontrolable pain of Draco. He made a slash on his arm and it began to make a steady stream of blood. That was controlable pain. He liked it. It seemed to be the only thing he could control.
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In the evening, Draco felt back to normal except for the feeling of a slash on his arm. Did one of my cuts re-open? He asked himself but when he looked at his arm, his skin was closed and not bleeding. Odd, He came to the conclusion that his dad cast an anti-pain spell on him. Bloody git only did that so I'd be presentable for the party. As the dragon began to get dressed, his dad barged in.
"Just so you know, Harry Potter has been invited to the dinner party tonight. I trust you'll not fail me once again."
"I won't father."
"Good boy. Now, get dressed before I hurt you again." Lucius said as he slammed the door behind him. Bloody hell! Harry's coming! What will I wear? After an hour of freaking out and spazzing, he finally decided on long baggy black pants and a silver velvet long sleeve shirt with a dragon etched on the wrist of the sleeve. The doorbell rang. The party had begun. It was Draco's job to answer the door and greet the guests so he briskly walked to the door to welcome the visitors. Showing up early?
The Parkinsons, Goyles, Crabbes, Zambinis, and countless other's streamed into the door, but no sign of Harry. Five minutes after the party had officially started the doorbell rang. Draco happily excused himself and practically skipped to the door. Right before he answered it, he felt a hand squeeze his neck. "Don't let him out of your sight." His father warned and drifted off. The doorbell rang again and Draco answered the door.
Harry looked gorgeous. He wore black pants made of jean material, but what really caught his eyes was the black satin top not buttoned to the top. Draco regained his composure and drawled, "Potter, not glad you could make it."
"I only came because I had too," God I love his voice… Draco was so captivated he nearly fell over when Harry pushed him out of the way. With a huff he pulled himself to a chair across the room from Harry. Harry grabbed a Butter Beer from a passing House-Elf and began to drink it. Draco did the same. Harry declined another drink and just sat there…and sat there…and sat there. While Draco drank…and drank…and drank. Harry was almost asleep and Draco was almost drunk. Drunk enough to blab stuff out but sober enough to mean it.
Draco hobbled over to Harry and sat down beside him.
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"Ellooo there Harry," Harry nearly choked from Draco's bad breath. "Have another two drinks," Draco offered and shoved two glasses at Harry, almost spilling them. Harry drank them down and himself became quite drunk. The two began having an actually fun time and talked and laugh. Half drunk talk, half real. This was the happiest Harry had been.
"You know hiccup Harry, you've been looking good lately." Said the sober side of Draco.
"I know," a drunk Harry replied. Before he knew what had happened, Draco planted a firm, yet sweet kiss on Harry's lips. Entranced at the skill he had, even while drunk, he forgot what was happening. Until he suddenly snapped back to reality and shoved Draco away, "What the hell were you doing?!"
"Kissing you,"
"I know bloody well you were kissing me why the hell did you do it?"
"Because I love you, Harry." Time froze. Harry dropped the shot glass he was holding in surprise making everyone turn their way.
"What?" Harry croaked.
"I love you, Harry. I always have. Please say you feel the same way."
Harry shook his head in disbelief. He wanted someone to say that to him so badly and mean it in more than a friend's way for so long, but Malfoy? He couldn't handle that. He was just drunk. That's the problem. He tried to reassure himself, but something in him knew he was wrong. Slowly, he started to back away from Draco.
"Harry? Where are you going?" Harry turned around and quickened to a jog, "Harry, wait! Don't leave!" Harry ran the last few steps out the door and out into the night. A broken Draco started sobbing before he knew what hit him and ran to his room. Part shame, part drunk, part sad, and part longing.
Meanwhile, Harry ran down the road. Why did I ever go there? I need to go and find someone. I need to tel someone what happened. But who can I tell? Thoughts attacked his mind as he raced off into the night…
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Oh gosh, I'm the worst author ever. I probably left you waiting like 6 weeks! I'm sure whatever readers I had are gone now…anyway. Readers, new and old, please review and tell me what you think. Suggestions welcome too!