Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, By Accident: A Bruised Heart
That night Harry and Hermione were on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. Draco had stayed behind to shower.
"So, are you okay?" Harry asked.
Hermione smiled, "I had a lot more fun today than I've had with anyone in a long time...I hate to say it, but Malfoy's not that bad."
"Good, I'm glad you like him."
"So...are you in this for the long haul?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...you've spent two nights with Draco already, I know what happened the first, but-"
"We didn't have sex, if that's what you're thinking."
"How do you know I was-"
"I know."
She laughed, "Okay, okay...but when are you going to?"
"What makes you think we're going to have sex!?" Harry yelled.
Two third years turned around and looked at them before hurrying down the hall.
"Calm down Harry," Hermione was more than amused by now.
"Just so you know, I wouldn't take things that far unless Draco loved me."
"But he does."
"No he doesn't."
"Trust me, he does."
"We could do this all day and he still wouldn't love me."
"But Harry-"
"He doesn't, please 'Mione, let it go."
She nodded, "Okay."
Draco was walking out of the dungeons, his hair still wet from showering, when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Malfoy."
He turned around to face Ron, Crabbe and Goyle. "What do you want?" He asked in a bored tone.
Goyle pushed the blonde against the nearest wall, his head hitting, hard. Crabbe proceeded to punch him in the stomach a number of times.
One final blow brought Draco to the ground.
"Now," Ron said, as Draco doubled over. "If you don't want that to happen again...or better yet, if you don't want that to happen to Harry. I suggest you two break off what ever it is you have together." With a last kick, Ron and the others left.
Draco crawled back to his room.
"Wonder why Draco wasn't at dinner." Harry said as he and Hermione left the hall.
She shrugged, "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, classes and all."
They parted ways, Hermione up to Gryffindor tower, Harry to the dungeons.
"Draco?" Harry called entering the Slytherin's bedroom.
Draco was lying in bed, in pain he wouldn't tell Harry about. He pulled the covers tighter around himself as the Gryffindor walked over.
"You weren't at dinner."
Draco sighed, "I don't feel to well." He said.
"Oh...is there anything I can do?" He sat on the edge of the bed.
"I just think I'm going to go to bed."
Harry nodded, "I'll go back to Gryffindor then," He kissed Draco's cheek and turned out the lights before leaving.
"Hey lover boy," Ginny looked up when Harry entered the common room. Hermione was sitting next to her on the couch.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Draco's sick," Harry sat across from them in an armchair.
"You must be devastated." Ginny smirked.
"Mhmm," Harry leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Well, I'm going to bed," Ginny got up, "See you guys in the morning.
Harry drifted off...
"C'mon Harry," he jumped at Hermione's voice; opening his eyes he saw her standing by his chair. "I'll take you up to bed."
"What time is it?" He yawned.
"Almost midnight."
Draco wasn't in classes the next day.
That afternoon Harry went to find his boyfriend.
Walking into Draco's room, Harry found the blonde lying in his bed staring at the ceiling. He walked over and lay on top of him. Draco winced, Crabbe's blows turned to bruises on his stomach, but he said nothing, just kept staring. Harry started kissing his neck.
"Get off," Draco demanded.
"What's wrong?"
"Get off of me Potter."
"Draco I-"
"We can't do this anymore." Draco pushed Harry away.
"Do what?" The Gryffindor was clueless.
"Be together."
Harry starred at Draco, "But-"
"But what? But you love me?" He spat sitting up. "Let me tell you something Harry, love is pain. It's pain to be away from that person, pain to be with them, and in the end you die inside because it hurts so much. That's the pain I don't want to feel again, and neither do you. So bugger off and we'll pretend this charade never happened."
The words hit Harry's ears like venom, "I thought you'd changed." He whispered before leaving.
"So did I," Draco said to himself falling into bed and crying.