Title: Dangerously in Love
Summary: Yes you already guessed it,
The Draco Malfoy(Sex-god of Hogwarts) is in Love for the first time. We all
know that he's spoiled rotten by his father. Unfortunately his father can't get
this for him, which makes him Dangerously in Love.
Warning: This is SLASH.
Boy/Boy---- Don't like it? BUGGER OFF! And don't flame me telling me it's
disgusting, because that Pisses Me Off!... That's my warning for now...
Pairings: DM/HP (If everything goes
as planned...)
Year: 6th year, and believe me it
was Hell for me
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my
little plot in his story... And the Draco Malfoy in my dreams...*licks her
lips*… Oh! Alright, alright I don't own that Draco either!
Thanks to my beta-reader: MEGHAN!!!
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Chapter 7: Shock
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Draco decided it was best not to look behind him anymore, as he raced towards the Forbidden Forest. To be honest, he really didn't want to know if the Death Eaters were following him through the forest. He entered the forest and soon discovered how tricky it was to fly through a forest without crashing into a three or a bush. Heading towards his little cottage he realised how ironic the situation was. The cottage was supposed to be Harry's, well sort of, prison and within a few minutes it turned into his refuge. The place that would most probably save his life. The thought that there would have been nothing to safe if Draco hadn't co-operated, crossed Draco's mind more than once or twice. He felt disgusted by himself. He cursed himself for being so weak and giving in so soon. The fact that he was saving Harry now, didn't seem to make a difference.
Harry was still staring in front of him in some sort of shock condition, it worried Draco. He had absolutely no idea what happened. He couldn't explain Harry's condition, but then again he didn't know all the curses or mental effects this kind of situation could have on a person. He couldn't recall a curse hitting Harry.
"Fairlowlyn, Fairlowlyn!" Draco called, when they'd nearly reached the cottage. He knew the Nymph had heard him, he knew her powers.
He flew lower when he saw the cottage in the distance. To his relieve, he could see Fairlowlyn's twinkle awaiting him in front of the cottage. When he landed, she flew closer. Draco had to hold Harry, when the broom fell on the grass. Harry seemed to be completely out-of-it.
"I need your help." Draco said, holding Harry in his arms.
"I know" Fairlowlyn answered, flying in front of Draco's face. "I heard."
"Do you hear them coming our way?" Draco asked, while Harry was getting heavy in his arms.
"Yes, I do." Fairlowlyn responded. "They are close by."
"What should I do?" Draco asked, fear arising deep within him.
"Hide inside the cottage; I will make sure they do not see it." Fairlowlyn answered, pushing Draco's shoulder gently towards the door.
"Thank you." Draco said, opening the door and entering the cottage. He smelled the new furniture and well just new. Because the cottage wasn't too big, you walk right into the living room when you open the front door. Behind that there was a little kitchen and to the right a bedroom with a bathroom. The cottage was white and round, with a thatched roof. The colours he used in the furniture were dark red and black, which matched the wooden floor.
Draco walked to the big black couch and made Harry comfortable on it.
"Harry …" Draco said, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. When Harry didn't respond, Draco got worried. "Harry come on, snap out of it." He continued, slapping Harry's cheek softly.
Suddenly Harry blinked and looked at him. "What! What happened?" Then he frowned and seemed to remember. "You Bastard, you guided me into a trap! And they-"Harry looked at him in horror. "They broke my broom ..."
"May I point out that I saved you too, you just froze." Draco answered.
"They broke my Firebolt!" Harry said, not hearing Draco at all.
"Yes, they did." Draco answered, not really seeing Harry's point.
"The Firebolt Sirius gave me." Harry said, biting his lip.
Draco looked down, finally understanding Harry's point.
"That was ... the most beautiful gift I'd ever received." Harry continued, more to himself than to Draco.
Draco stepped back, the guilt he felt was crushing his heart. "I'm so sorry."
"And now it's broken and it's your Fault!" Harry suddenly yelled. The anger in Harry's eyes startled Draco.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Draco said, stepping backwards. He had this weird feeling that Harry was going to curse him within the next few seconds. "I couldn't save your broom."
"You're going to pay for this!" Harry yelled, furiously.
Draco swallowed, as he grabbed his wand. Just like Harry was grabbing his wand. "Harry, please I-"
"Don't call me Harry!" Harry yelled, ready to cast a spell. Then he threw away his wand and smashed his fist against Draco's jaw.
Draco doubled over in pain, not wanting to fight back.
"Harry Potter, stop that." A deep red twinkle suddenly flew in front of Harry's face.
"Fairlowlyn?" Harry said startled. "Is that you?"
"Yes it is." Fairlowlyn said, changing into her normal body.
"What are you doing here in ... Where am I anyway?" Harry looked around him, in complete shock. He couldn't remember where he was, or how he got there. A restless feeling suppressed his heart from beating and his chest from rising. "What happened?" Harry sat back on the couch as Fairlowlyn helped Draco curing the bruise Harry had given him.
"You're in the Forbidden Forest." Draco answered Harry's question a bit later. "We had to hide from the Death Eaters."
"The Death Eaters who broke my Firebolt?" Harry said.
Draco could see the anger lingering in Harry's eyes. He never knew Harry's broom was so important to the boy, he felt so guilty.
"I've had enough, I'm going back!" Harry said suddenly, standing up and walking towards the door.
"NO! Harry, you can't!" Draco said, grabbing Harry's arm.
Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's. "Why not?" he spat, pulling his arm back.
"The Death Eaters are close by, if you leave they'll find you." Draco said. Harry's anger was hurting him, more than he ever could have imagined.
"I don't care!" Harry yelled.
"Please Harry, I beg you." Draco said, causing Harry to stare at him in shock.
"You're begging me?" Harry snorted.
"Yes. The Death Eaters are close and if they catch you. They'll kill you and torture you. Trust me, I know." Draco said, after taking a deep breath. This wasn't easy for him.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Harry asked.
"We'll have to stay here." Draco answered.
"Oh Great, so I'm stuck here in this ... what-ever-it-is, with you?" Harry asked angrily. He threw his arms in the air and walked towards the first door he saw. Unfortunately it was a cupboard. Harry growled and slammed the door shut moving to the next door. The bedroom door, he walked in and slamming the door behind him. Leaving Draco alone in the room.
If Draco hadn't felt so guilty and somewhat heartbroken he would have laughed, but Draco sighed and collapsed on the couch. "He hates me."
"No he doesn't. He hates the situation he's in. It's confusing him." Fairlowlyn said, flying over to Draco. She sat down on his shoulder and patted Draco's hair.
"I broke his Firebolt" Draco said.
"No, you didn't. The Death Eaters did. What you did out there was so brave. You're good, Draco. Even though you tried so hard to be bad in the past. You're heart is pure and white." Fairlowlyn said, smiling a little.
"What should I do?" Draco asked. "He just walked away."
"It's confusing. He just had to get away. Just let him figure things out, for himself. He'll come back to ask you to fill in the gaps in his memory later." Fairlowlyn assured Draco.
"I hope you're right. I don't like this one bit." Draco said.
"I have to go, I'll come back later. Alright?" Fairlowlyn said, kissing Draco's cheek.
"Alright and thanks again." Draco said, forcing a smile.
"It's alright my elf." Fairlowlyn whispered, changing into a twinkle again and flying through the door.
Draco watched her leave. "Well at least that answers my question how she got here." Draco thought. His gaze lingered on the bedroom door. He wished he could see right through, to see if Harry was alright. He had to do something to get his mind of Harry and his own troubles. He walked over to the bookcase, but couldn't find a book that seemed interesting enough. So he walked towards the kitchen and started to prepare something to eat for himself and Harry.
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A little over an hour later, the bedroom door opened. Draco's eyes snapped up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. He was sitting in front of the fire, reading a book. Well he was more looking to the pictures in the book.
"There are a few questions I want you to answer." Harry spoke softly but determined.
"Alright." Draco answered calmly, standing up and walking into the kitchen.
"First of all, where are we exactly?" Harry asked, following Draco into the kitchen.
"We're four kilometres into the Forbidden Forest in a cottage." Draco answered, pouring the soup he made into two bowls.
Harry frowned. "How did you know it was here?"
"I made this cottage." Draco said, giving Harry a bowl.
"What is this? It looks like a potion." Harry said, looking into the bowl.
Draco rolled his eyes. "It isn't a potion, its soup. Cucumber soup." He answered, giving Harry a spoon.
"Cucumber soup? Does that really exist, or did you just make it up?" Harry asked.
"It does exist, my grandmother used to make it for me all the time. Just taste it, it's good." Draco grinned, walking into the living room again with his bowl of soup.
Harry followed him once again. Finally tasting the soup when he saw that Draco was eating it as well. "Mm ... it's not that bad." Harry said, then the look on his face grew serious again. "Why did you build this cottage?"
"Because ... because, I wanted a place to stay during the holidays." Draco answered truthfully.
"How do you know Fairlowlyn?" Harry asked.
Draco froze. He hadn't realised that he'd used Fairlowlyn as a way to get to Harry earlier. "She, hum, helped me with my cottage." Draco answered, quickly eating his soup.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "But Fairlowlyn is afraid of dark and evil people like you." Harry said.
"Well, she wasn't afraid of me. She came to me when I was building this cottage, not the other way around." Draco said, closing the discussion.
"I don't know, Malloy. It just seems a bit odd. Why should I even trust you?" Harry asked.
"Because I saved you?" Draco whispered.
"Oh that was my last question, why did you trap me to save me a second later?" Harry asked.
Draco dropped his spoon. He had no answer to this question. He couldn't tell Harry the truth and he knew no other explanation. "I don't know." He answered, biting his lip. "I just didn't want you to get killed because of me."
Harry was silent for a while, eating his soup. "This makes no sense at all. Everything here makes no sense. Why on earth would you want to spend your holidays here, instead of at your home?"
"Because I don't want to go home," Draco answered.
"Why not, you've got everything!" Harry asked.
"No, I haven't!" Draco yelled.
"Well explain why Fairlowlyn came to you? Creatures like her hide, they don't want wizards to know that they exist!" Harry yelled back.
"I don't know!" Draco yelled, grabbing his bowl and walking into the kitchen again.
"Oh no, you're not getting away with this. There seems to be a lot 'you don't know'!" Harry yelled, imitating Draco.
"Shut up, will you?!" Draco yelled, dropping the bowl on the floor. "You don't know what I've been going through. I know this is hard on you, but this is hard on me too! I rejected my father and the Dark Lord when I saved you and because of that, I'll never be able to go home again. I'll never see my mother again, or my personal stuff. I have to hide from them, just like you do. At least you had a father who loved you, I've got a father who'll kill me if he sees me."
With shivering hands, Draco grabbed up the pieces of the shattered bowl. When he stretched his arm to pick up the last piece, Harry picked it up for him.
"I'm sorry." Harry whispered, giving Draco the last piece.
"Me too." Draco whispered back.
"I didn't realise the effect this situation has on you." Harry said, watching Draco repair the bowl with a spell.
"It's alright." Draco said, sighing. He didn't know what to do now. They both seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but closed it a few seconds later and walked back into the living room, finishing his soup.
Draco cleaned the floor with another spell and followed Harry a few seconds later. He sat down next to Harry and grabbed his book, continuing to look at the pictures. They sat in silence, a somewhat uncomfortable silence. When Harry finished his soup, he walked towards the bookcase and picked out a book for himself.
They spent a long time reading, well Harry did. Draco stared most of the time.
"Do you think it's safe to go back?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." Draco said, his cheeks burning. Harry caught him staring, luckily the dark haired boy didn't say anything about it.
"Should we give it a try?" Harry asked, he seemed to be eager to get back to Hogwarts.
"No, I don't think it's safe to go back." Draco said.
"I just asked you if it was safe to go back." Harry said confused
"Oh, well it's not. They'll keep searching until they find us." Draco said, cheeks burning deep red.
"So we're awaiting our death here?" Harry asked.
"No, they won't find us here. Fairlowlyn made sure they won't find us, but they'll keep searching." Draco answered.
"Oh."
Draco knew this wasn't everything Harry had to say about it, but he was glad that Harry didn't start all over again with the questioning.
"Shouldn't we ask for help?" Harry asked.
"We haven't got an owl, and this fireplace isn't going to bring us anywhere. We'll have to stay here, until they notice we're missing. They'll come to look for us." Draco assured Harry.
"But how will they find us, when the cottage is hidden?" Harry asked.
Draco stared at Harry in shock. Harry was right.
Harry grinned. "And here I thought you were the smart one."
"What are we going to do now?" Draco asked.
"We'll figure out a way to get out of here. Is there enough food to stay here for a few days?" Harry asked
"Yes, more than enough." Draco answered, a fluttering feeling appeared in his stomach. He and Harry were going to stay here several days. He could barely suppress his smile
"Good." Harry said relieved.
They played Chess and read more books, until both of them were getting tired.
"I'm going to bed." Draco yawned.
"Me too."
They walked into the bedroom and Draco started to undress, he stopped when he saw that Harry was still standing in the doorway.
"What?" He asked, looking around himself.
"There's only one bed." Harry said.
"One really, really, really big bed. If you stay on your side of the bed, I won't even see you." Draco said, ignoring the turns his stomach made.
Harry seemed to consider Draco's offer.
"Unless you'd rather sleep on the couch." Draco added.
"Nah, I'll sleep here." Harry said, walking over to the other side of the bed.
Draco stepped into the bed and looked around. The fire in the Bedroom was keeping the room nice and warm. The walls were deep red. The bed, was a black four poster, with, black silk sheets. There was a wardrobe, a desk and two chairs next to the fire. Draco felt proud of himself. When Harry was lying next to him, he blew out the candle.
"Goodnight." Draco whispered.
"Goodnight." Harry answered.
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The next morning Harry woke up, finding a glowing object-or person lying next to him. His eyes widened in shock.
"Oh My God!" Harry yelled, making Draco jerk up.
Draco looked at himself and remembered that he'd forgotten to take the potion.
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O-Oh!!
Hehehe, I'm so evil! Sorry for the lateness of this chapter, I always update
too late. I hate myself!
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