Chapter SixRecoveries and Fights
It wasn't until a full week later that Draco was allowed out of the hospital wing.
Harry had insisted on staying by his side for the first three days straight, but he was forced back to lessons on the fourth day. Even so, he had spent every free minute in the hospital wing, talking quietly to Draco, who had found it too painful to talk, but had been glad to hear Harry's comforting voice. At night Harry had slept in a bed next to Draco's.
Harry was in Potions when Draco was allowed out of the hospital wing. Snape got a message from Madam Pomfrey and in another unusual fit of kindness he instructed Harry to go out to the lake instead of finishing class, where he would find somebody waiting for him.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, when he spotted the familiar blonde head by the lake. Harry ran.
"Do you feel ok? Are you sure you should be walking around like this? You're still weak, you should sit down. Here," Harry said worriedly, leading Draco to sit on a rock. Draco laughed softly.
"I'm OK, Harry, I've felt worse, honestly. I'm glad to be able to walk around finally though," Draco admitted, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head. Draco tilted his head up and looked Harry in the eyes.
"Gods, Draco you're so beautiful," Harry whispered.
"I was thinking the same thing about you," Draco breathed, stretching up to kiss Harry softly on the lips. Harry lost himself in the moment, and eagerly nibbled and sucked on Draco's bottom lip. Draco whimpered and Harry immediately pulled away.
"I'm sorry, love, did I hurt you?" Harry asked, concern in his eyes.
"No, my love," Draco said, pulling Harry back down for another kiss. This time it was Harry who whimpered.
"I've missed you so much," Harry choked as he pulled away, tears in his eyes.
"Harry?" Draco said, noticing that his lover was crying.
"How could they have done that to you? How can anyone do anything to hurt you? You're so kind, and so beautiful, you're perfect! Why would anyone want to hurt you?" Harry was angry as well as upset.
"Harry, calm down! They won't be able to do it again, I'm moving to Gryffindor, remember?" Draco said, calming Harry by stroking his hair.
"Let's just hope that you do get sorted into Gryffindor, or I'll be having a word with that hat!" Harry growled.
Draco laughed, "I'd like to see that. Invite me along, would you? Harry Potter telling off the Sorting Hat!"
"Attention, please, everyone!" Dumbledore called that night at dinner. "We have two students to be resorted due to their – er – recent change of heart!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he glanced towards first Draco, who was sitting next to Harry at the Gryffindor table, and then, oddly, at Blaise Zabini who was sitting next to Ginny, both of whom blushed profusely.
"Would Mr Draco Malfoy and Mr Blaise Zabini please make their way to the sorting hat?" Dumbledore said, smiling at Draco and Blaise as they stood up.
There was an excited murmur but when Dumbledore said "Mr Zabini, if you will," the hall was silent. Blaise stepped up to the sorting hat and put it on his head. It was silent for a minute, then – "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
Draco then stepped up to the hat, looking extremely nervous.
"My my," the hat said to Draco, "I didn't expect to see you again, Mr Malfoy. Not happy in Slytherin, eh?"
"No," Draco said under his breath to the hat.
"Well then, better be – GRYFFINDOR!" Draco grinned and replaced the hat, thanking it profusely, before running to Gryffindor table and hugging Harry tightly.
"I'm so happy, my love! We can sleep in the same bed every night now! Oh, Draco, I love you so much," Harry whispered passionately.
"I think we should celebrate," Draco smirked at Harry. Harry blushed, but he quickly made excuses for them ("Draco's still a bit weak, I'm going to take him up to bed.") and they exited quickly, grinning at each other.
"So," said Draco, as he lounged on Harry's bed in nothing but his boxers. Harry stripped down to his boxers and lay down next to Draco.
"So," he replied, as their eyes met. They both promptly leaned in for a loving and passionate kiss. Harry allowed his hands to roam all over Draco's body, loving the fact that he was the only person allowed to touch this god. Draco kissed Harry hungrily, nipping playfully at his lips.
"Harry," he said suddenly, pulling away "I want you inside me tonight." Harry shuddered happily, but he was still a bit reluctant.
"Are you feeling well enough, love? I want to, but not if it's going to hurt you," Harry said, biting his lip.
"Yes, I'm fine, I promise. Stop biting your lip," Draco commanded.
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because that's my job," Draco replied, before kissing Harry intensely. Harry sighed with pleasure, leaning down into Draco to add more force. Slowly, Draco edged his hands down Harry's chest and he began to pull down Harry's boxers. When they were off, Harry eagerly returned the favour, keen to see his blonde lover in all his glory.
Harry hissed, noticing the bruises on Draco's chest as he looked down at his lover.
"Are you sure you're not in any pain, love?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm positive, Harry," Draco replied.
"Well, in that case," Harry pounced on Draco, kissing him until all either of them could do was gasp.
Draco recovered first and promptly took up Harry's hand in his own, and led it to his mouth before proceeding to suck two of Harry's fingers. Harry removed his fingers and kissed Draco, while he inserted them into Draco's passage.
Draco sucked in a breath, but Harry was still kissing him, and the pleasure overrode the pain. Harry massaged Draco with his fingers until Draco relaxed, then Harry carefully pulled out his fingers and entered Draco, kissing him on the neck and nibbling his ear.
"I love you, Draco," Harry breathed into Draco's ear as he slid slowly further into Draco. Draco winced slightly, but smiled reassuringly when Harry studied his face.
"I'm alright, my love, don't stop," Draco reassured Harry.
Soon Harry was moving faster and harder and both boys were moaning and sobbing from the sheer joy and beauty and pleasure of the experience. Draco arched his back and thrust into Harry as Harry plunged down one last time and then collapsed onto Draco.
"I never knew…those places…existed," Draco panted, gazing up at Harry in awe and adoration.
"Neither did I, until last weekend," Harry commented, nibbling and licking Draco's neck. Exhausted though he was, Harry dragged himself up to give Draco a loving kiss.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you, Draco." Harry replied as he pulled out of Draco, curling his body around his lover's. He pulled up the blankets and they slept.
Harry awoke the next morning to find he was alone. The bed was warm next to him, and there was a note that smelled of Draco. Cinnamon and Sandalwood. Harry sighed.
Harry, love,
My Godfather wanted to see me this morning, he sent me an owl when I'd just woken up and you were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to disturb you. I'll see you at breakfast. I love you.
Draco.
Harry sighed again, wishing he could snuggle back into bed with Draco for the whole day, but he had lessons. Reluctantly, he got up and prepared himself for the day.
Draco was already at breakfast. Harry smiled happily when he saw his lover sitting at the table, but on closer inspection, he looked somewhat subdued. Harry touched his shoulder. "Good morning, my love," he said softly. Draco stiffened at his touch. Harry withdrew sharply.
"Wh-what's wrong?" he stuttered.
"Were you planning on telling me? Ever?" Draco asked coldly.
"Telling you what?" Harry asked, not knowing what Draco was talking about.
"The prophecy." Harry's stomach plummeted. Of course he was going to tell Draco, it was just a matter that required some…delicacy.
"The prophecy," Harry said, feeling tears in his eyes.
"Yes, the one about you DYING!" Draco almost yelled; luckily the Great Hall was still empty, no one was awake for breakfast this early.
Harry sat down next to Draco, tears silently flowing down his cheeks. "Of course I was going to tell you." He said softly.
"When?" Draco asked, clearly hurt.
"I don't know! It's not the sort of thing I can just say out of the blue: 'Oh, by the way, Draco, love, one day I have to fight Voldemort and one of us will die, and I am pretty sure it will be me!'" Harry sobbed. Draco turned and saw that he was crying. He opened his mouth to apologise; he hadn't been angry, just scared, when Severus had told him about it, but there was no stopping Harry now.
"Do you think I think about awful things like that when we're together? I forget all about Voldemort, and being the bloody saviour of the wizarding world when we're together. Do you want to know why? I forget because when I'm with you all I can think about is how perfect you are and how much I love you! And I'll tell you something else, because you seem to want to talk about awful things today! Everyone I've ever loved has been killed because of Voldemort. Everyone who has ever loved me has been killed because of Voldemort. My mum, my dad, and my godfather! They all died because I exist! Do you think that I'm not scared shitless every day that you'll be next? What do you take me for? Some COLD HEARTED BASTARD?" HUH?" Harry was standing over Draco, tears flowing freely and he was red in the face, but Draco thought he looked beautiful.
"Harry, please, sit down," Draco begged, tugging on Harry's sleeve. Harry didn't budge.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I was just so scared, I shouldn't have taken it out on you, I don't blame you at all. You're totally right. Harry, please…forgive me," Draco sobbed, reaching up to brush the hair out of Harry's eyes.
When Draco touched his hair, Harry softened slightly, and whispered, "Remember that time on the train? I thought you were Sirius."
"Yes," Draco whispered back, caressing Harry's cheek, much like the way he had on the first night back at Hogwarts.
"I couldn't work out why I thought you were him, but I just did. When Sirius died, he left a hole in me. I thought you were him, because when you talked to me on the train, I didn't feel the hole anymore. You complete me, Draco. I don't ever want to fight again," Harry said, somewhat helplessly. Draco pulled him into a hug, whispering, "shhh, it's ok, my love. That wasn't a real fight anyway. We just yelled. It's not like we didn't talk for a few days. I wouldn't survive, Harry. I need you," Draco sobbed into Harry's shoulder.
"I need you too," Harry replied, pulling away to look into Draco's eyes. He leaned in, kissing Draco's cheek and stroking his hair. Draco moved his face slightly so that he could kiss Harry on the lips, and they shared an intimate and reassuring kiss, pulling away only when Dean and Seamus entered the Great Hall and started catcalling them.