Title: Save Me From The Dark
Author: Princesspepper
Rating: I think I can get away with R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).
WARNINGS: Sexual content (IN THIS CHAPTER! BE WARNEDDDD! o.0), adult language, self-harm, kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing.
(A/N): Thanks to: ozumas girl, Confused-Gal, Jordan/twodollartrick, adina, Pure Black, creepy clown doll, Beloved, black-ravenrose, Lusten, wow, and MishapsErrors!
Bit more of a plot here… sorry for the fluffiness! I had writer's block! Ermmm… one thing… :cough: this chapter has a bit of an intense (sexual) scene. I didn't go into TOO much detail, and it's very brief. Just warning you!
(Chapter Eight: Coming Out)
The next day was quite beautiful, same as the night before. But the weather had nothing to do with what was going on in the castle.
At first the day seemed like it was going to be fine. Harry and Draco both had Charms class first; this year Gryffindor and Slytherin had Charms together. It was such a fun and easy class that it was perfect to have first thing in the morning.
The two boys walked in side by side, but they didn't talk so as not to draw attention to the fact that they weren't hexing the brains out of each other. The class took its normal seats, and Professor Flitwick trotted into the room. He stepped onto the pile of books behind his desk so he could see the class, and he began speaking.
"Today we will learn how to turn porcupines into pin cushions," squeaked Professor Flitwick, "you will pair up with another and I will walk around assisting you. Get to work and remember to concentrate!"
Hermione and Ron automatically chose one another, but Flitwick disapproved, so he put Hermione with Neville and Ron with Harry. Everything went fine—that is, until Ron heard Neville's high-pitched scream as he nearly exploded his porcupine.
"Wow, Neville's got a really girly scream. Ha, he sounds like a bloody faggot!" Said Ron cruelly, looking at Harry, waiting for him to laugh along. Harry just stared on him with a hurt expression on his face.
"Ron… that's not a very nice word." Harry said quietly, fully aware that his suspicions were confirmed about Ron. He was a homophobe.
"What's wrong Harry, why do you want to defend queers? Hm, this is looking quite suspicious you know…" Ron said with a cold glint in his eye.
"Ron… shut up!" Harry yelled suddenly, shoving him into the next desk, but first casting a wary gaze over the room to make sure Professor Flitwick wasn't in sight.
"Why you little…" Ron stammered, approaching Harry and rolling up his sleeves. Harry was terrified. Ron was quite a bit larger than him and could easily beat him up. So Ron drew his hand into a fist, and both of their wands lie on the table forgotten.
Ron drew his arm back and was quite ready to punch Harry in the face, when Professor Flitwick walked back into the room.
"Boys… BOYS!" Professor Flitwick squeaked sounding very distressed, "That will be all thank you! Ron, you work with Pansy and Harry… you work with Draco."
Harry and Draco looked at each other from across the room and exchanged smiles, but then realizing that everyone could see, they quickly changed their grins to glares. Harry picked up his stuff and pretended to look pissed off as he walked over to where Draco was sitting.
When the boys were sure that nobody was watching, as they were all too preoccupied with their porcupines, they began to talk in low tones.
"Harry… meet me in my room tonight. I'm certain you know where it is, judging by the fact you scared the shit out of me last night." Harry smirked at that. "The password's 'conclave de draconis.'" Draco whispered secretively.
Harry nodded but kept his eyes on his porcupine, which was attempting to jump off his desk. "Alright, what time?" Harry asked while prodding the animal with the tip of his wand.
"Er, around nine maybe?" Draco answered, looking at Harry.
Harry nodded again, but then his face screwed up in thought, as he was not having any success changing his porcupine.
"Aaargh, what am I doing wrong?" Harry complained, biting his lip. Draco merely smiled and raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know, but don't do that! You look so adorable when you're frustrated, you're tempting me…" Draco answered, restraint clear in his voice.
"What… oh you mean do this?" Harry asked mischievously as he bit his lip again, looking at Draco wide-eyed and innocent.
"Yes – yes that!" Draco gasped.
"Oh, I see. Then I suppose I shouldn't do this either…" Harry said as his free hand slowly traveled under the desk until it found Draco's knee and rested there. Harry watched the look of panic on Draco's face as he slowly made his hand travel up Draco's leg, closer and closer do Draco's growing, um, problem (which, thanks to the robes, nobody could see).
"Harry… Harry… Harry!" Draco hissed.
Harry's hand stopped moving as he answered, "What?"
"This is really, really hard!" (No pun intended hahahaha), "I won't be able to resist any longer! Don't make me snog you on the spot!" Draco said, sounding very irritated and turned on at the same time.
"Well go on then!" Harry replied with a laugh.
"Wha—what?" Draco asked, shocked.
"You said you wanted to snog me, well go right ahead!" Harry answered, still giggling.
"Harry… here?" Draco gasped.
Harry nodded. "Well why not? We both said we'd have to tell everyone eventually; why not let them know with style?" Harry said.
Draco laughed, looked around the room to make sure Flitwick had left again, and said, "Alright then, you asked for it Potter!" And with that, Draco grabbed Harry by the shoulders, and quite literally snogged him senseless.
The room went silent and everyone stopped what they were doing as soon as they noticed what was going on in the corner of the room and watched, fascinated. This was quite a kiss. At first it started out slow, but then Draco parted his lips slightly, allowing Harry's tongue to enter. Their tongues teased each other slowly for a while, but then they opened their mouths wider, intensifying the kiss. Hands were roaming, tongues were exploring, and the class was transfixed.
Most of the girls in the room looked delighted and disappointed at the same time. I mean, what straight girl wouldn't want to see the two hottest lads in the school snogging each other? But on the other hand, that meant that they were gay, so that dashes all hopes and fantasies. Especially for Pansy, who looked quite upset.
Some of the boys looked just plain ecstatic, their eyes glued to the two figures in the back of the room. The rest of the boys were either amused or disgusted. You can guess who one of the disgusted ones was. Yep, it was Ron.
But one thing everyone had in common was surprise. That is all except for one person.
Hermione smiled to herself and thought, 'Good job Harry, you're quite brave.'
When Harry and Draco finally stopped kissing and broke apart, the spell ended and everyone could move again.
"What the fuck was that!" Ron and Pansy said in unison, Ron looking like he was going to throw up, and Pansy looking betrayed and upset. The two locked eyes and smiled.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ron whispered to Pansy.
"Oh yes, I'm pretty sure I am." Pansy responded with a malicious grin on her pug face.
After the kiss, Harry and Draco looked at one another, smiling joyously. "I feel so much better now." Whispered Harry, the relief apparent on his face
"Me too—now I can ravish you in public!" Draco declared, moving closer to Harry as if he were going to do so right then.
"Ugh, I dunno about that." Harry said, moving away from Draco uncomfortably.
Draco pouted disappointedly and attempted to trip Harry as they walked out of Charms class.
A few hours later, it was time for lunch. Draco decided he was going to sit with Harry at the Gryffindor table because he figured Pansy would be very cross with him for his public display of affection in Charms class.
However, as Draco walked into the Great Hall, he discovered that Harry wasn't having such a good time either. He was sitting all the way to one end of the Gryffindor table, resting his head in his hands. His housemates were all on the other side of the table; squashed together as if trying to get as far away from Harry as possible.
Draco walked over and sat next to him, putting his arm around his waist. "Hey Harry…" Draco said softly, giving Harry a quick kiss. Draco then looked at Harry's face and found it to be very obvious that Harry had been crying.
"Come on Harry, who cares about them? They're all prats! You've got me, remember?" Draco said soothingly, making a desperate effort to lift his boyfriend's spirits.
Harry muttered something incoherent, still looking miserable. It broke Draco's heart to see Harry like this. He had no idea what to do, or how to make him feel better.
"What was that, love?" Draco said gingerly.
"He's turned everyone against us Draco, even Hermione! And she knew about us from the start! All my friends have turned on me…" Harry said tearfully.
"It's alright, they'll come around. And until they do, I'm here for you. I will always be here for you." And as if to prove his point, Draco began rubbing Harry's back soothingly.
Harry gave Draco a sloppy smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you…" Harry whispered, still sounding quite sad.
When lunch ended, neither Harry nor Draco wanted to leave. Although Draco would not say this to Harry, he knew things could only get worse.
Harry returned to his dorm early that night, wanting to get freshened up before he met Draco at nine. It was only seven and Harry was quite tired, so he pulled back the hangings on his bed, figuring he would take a quick nap. When he looked at his bed, however, he found an envelope sitting on his pillow. He approached it carefully; afraid someone might have put a hex on it or something, but then was relieved when he saw his name printed carefully in Hermione's neat handwriting.
He opened the envelope gingerly and unfolded the letter inside.
Dear Harry,
I'm so sorry about what happened earlier, and I think I owe you an explanation. It is not my choice to abandon you Harry, you are my dearest friend and I wish only for you to be happy. But Ron has other things on his mind.
Him and Pansy have blackmailed the entire school; threatened to beat up or hex anyone who dared talk to you. Fortunately for them, they have Crabbe and Goyle on their side, and as you know, they are quite intimidating.
Ron is such a homophobe, and Pansy was in love with Draco, so naturally they teamed up to make your lives miserable. I hope no harm comes to you, although I advise you to walk with Draco at all times; there is safety in numbers, although not much in this case.
Because I am Ron's girlfriend, he thinks he can boss me around however he likes, and I think now is the right time to tell you that this isn't the first time he has threatened me. I know you probably hate me for this, but although he is a jerk, I still love him. Or at least for now. If this gets any worse, I am going to leave him. In the mean time, I will do all I can to make him change his mind about what he is doing. I think he's being absolutely horrible to you and Draco. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is. But you know Ron; he can be quite irrational at times.
I hope that this is as far as it goes, but I really don't know. I really hope he doesn't try to hurt you, Harry. I would like it if you would tell Draco what is going on; I take it he's probably just as confused as you were. Best of luck to you, and I'll be hoping that no harm comes to you. I'll try to put an end to this nonsense as soon as possible.
Love,
Hermione
Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he read the letter. So this is what was going on? It was all Weasley's fault! Harry was now angry and afraid, and oh boy did he wish Draco were there. Harry had a strong feeling that it was a bad idea to stay in the Gryffindor dorm; he'd have to move in with Draco to his private room (how convenient, eh?).
Harry began throwing things about the dorm, frantically looking for all his possessions so he could leave as soon as possible. He didn't want to look at the miserable Gryffindor colors all over his dorm room. He wanted to see Draco, for comfort and for love. It seemed he couldn't find that anywhere else.
Harry had thrown all of his clothes into his trunk and was now rummaging around under his bed trying to find his invisibility cloak. He threw that in the trunk as well, and slammed it shut with a bang.
Then he grabbed his wand from his bedside table and pocketed it along with Hermione's letter. He began his trek to Draco's room.
As soon as he left Gryffindor tower, who was he to bump into but Ron, the cause of all the misery. And who did he happen to have with him, but Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
"Why, look, it's the faggot!" Ron yelled down the hallway at the disgruntled Harry.
"Shut up Weasel," Harry said, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
"Whoa!" Ron said in a fake-impressed voice as Crabbe and Goyle guffawed. "Tough guy are you?"
"Do you realize how much you sound like Draco used to?" Harry said coolly to Ron, which just flustered him more.
"YOU shut up, Potter!" Weasley roared, making Crabbe and Goyle crack their knuckles, trying to scare Harry.
"No, Ronald, I don't think I will." Said Harry icily as he begun to walk on.
"I don't think you're going anywhere anytime soon, Potter," Ron said quietly, placing one hand on Harry's chest to stop him, "we're not done with you yet, isn't that right boys?" Finished Ron, looking at Crabbe and Goyle. They nodded their heads menacingly and took a few steps closer to Harry.
"Well get on with it then!" Pansy shrieked at the big goons. They nodded again and progressed towards a now very frightened Harry.
Crabbe grabbed Harry's arm and snapped it around behind his back and held him there so he couldn't move while Goyle beat the crap out of him. Harry took several punches to the face, giving him an awful nosebleed and several bruises on his previously flawless cheekbones.
Then Goyle began to punch him in the stomach, making Harry double over and moan in pain. Every time Harry flinched, Goyle punched his face again. The beating continued for several minutes, ending with a kick in the groin. Just then, Crabbe dropped Harry to the floor and the four of them walked away, laughing at Harry's beaten form, curled up on the floor, sobbing.
Harry didn't know how long he lay there, but several Gryffindors on their way to the tower walked by. They all shot him sympathetic glances, but in fear of ending up like him, they didn't stop to help him up.
So still Harry lay there, unable to get up from the pain and embarrassment. He did glance at his watch once though, and he found that it was after nine. Draco would be worried about him. And he had good reason to be, too.
So Harry reluctantly lifted himself from the floor and picked up his trunk. After making sure his wand was still in his pocket along with Hermione's letter, he limped off to Draco's room.
When he reached the fifth floor, he stumbled through the deserted hallway, searching for the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. "Conclave de Draconis." Harry muttered at the painting. Slytherin nodded his head and opened up. Harry stumbled in, but Draco was nowhere in sight. He dropped his trunk by the door and collapsed on Draco's bed. As he lay down, a door on the other side of the room opened to reveal a smirking Draco.
"Harry, you're late." Said Draco mischievously, but as his eyes found Harry, the smirk disappeared and he rushed over to the bed.
"Oh gods…" Draco said, sounding very shocked. "Harry, what happened?" Draco sat down next to Harry and cradled his bruised head in his lap.
"Ron… and Pansy… Crabbe and Goyle…" Harry stammered, still quite shaken up from his ordeal.
Draco felt a pang of guilt as he realized what this must be about. "Harry… oh, Harry I'm so sorry…" Draco whispered.
"'S not your fault…" Harry said in confusion. "You didn't do anything."
"Harry, I never should have kissed you in Charms. All of it is my fault. It's my fault you got all beat up. It's my fault your friends are ignoring you. You would be better off without me…"
"Draco, no… don't think like that. It's not all your fault. I told you to kiss me. I don't know what I would do without you…" Harry said tentatively, quite afraid Draco was going to get suicidal again.
But Draco's face broke out in a grin and he kissed Harry hard on the lips. Harry was quite pleased, but he moaned in protest because his face was still sore from his beating. Draco pulled away and smiled sheepishly. "Heh, sorry, couldn't resist…"
Draco got up to retrieve his wand and walked back to Harry's side, slowly charming the bruises on his face away. "Now where else did those brutes hit you?" Draco mumbled.
"Er, they twisted my arm around… I think it's all right though. And they punched me in the stomach. A lot." Harry answered.
Draco looked thoughtful for a moment and then gently poked Harry's stomach. Harry groaned in response. "Those bastards…" Draco mumbled. He unbuttoned Harry's shirt and removed it completely to examine the damage. He saw several bruises on Harry's chest and stomach, and he was sure there was more damage he couldn't see. He then healed Harry's stomach wounds and poked him again. "Did that hurt?" Draco asked.
"Nope. Wow, you're good at that." Harry said, amazed at Draco's healing skills.
"Yeah, well that's not the only thing I'm good at you know…" said Draco with a mysterious smile. "Oh, I suppose I can be less, er, gentle now that you're healed?" Draco added with a smirk.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms. "I'm yours."
"Good, because boy have I got plans for you…"
Draco rolled over so that he was completely on top of Harry, one hand on each side of his head. "You know, Harry," Draco began, "this is the first time there was somebody in my bed who I actually wanted there."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Who else has been here? And why did you let them?"
Draco sighed. "Mostly just Pansy. I don't know… I always knew I was gay… I was afraid to tell Lucius. I guess it was a diversion… I don't know what I was thinking."
"So did you two…?" Harry asked, slightly afraid of what the answer would be.
"Yuck, no. We just fooled around a little. Nothing serious." Draco said, sounding disgusted. "But believe me, I never enjoyed it. Ever."
"Well forget that. Now where were we?" Harry said, eager to pick up where they had left off.
Draco leaned in closer, so Harry felt his hot breath on his face. "Right here I believe. Now shut up and kiss me." Draco said stubbornly.
Harry parted his lips to say something, but Draco got impatient and covered his mouth with the long anticipated kiss. Draco teased Harry's lips with his tongue so Harry would part them, and Draco thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth, fighting hungrily for more. Harry complied happily, contributing his own tongue into the battle.
Their tongues fought for dominance, and Draco won. So he broke the kiss gently, moving on. Harry moaned from disappointment that the kiss ended so soon. But Draco was nowhere near finished. He locked eyes with Harry, and then gently started kissing down his jaw line. He reached his neck and chose a patch of exposed skin. He gently bit and sucked on it, drawing a moan from deep in Harry's throat. He didn't stop until he was sure it would leave a nice red mark of possession. Then he slowly moved down to Harry's bronze chest, trailing kisses down there. He stopped a few times to lick or bite, which he only did because he enjoyed hearing Harry moan.
He kissed all the way down to the waistband of Harry's trousers. He placed his hand over the fastening and began to fumble with it. He was having trouble getting it open, and Harry was getting impatient. So he decided it was time to turn the tables.
When Draco was least suspecting it, Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over so now Harry was on top. Draco yelped in surprise, but then smirked at his partner's ferociousness. "Eager, aren't we Potter?" remarked Draco, smirk still plastered on his face.
Harry shut him up by kissing him hungrily, then mimicking Draco's actions, first by kissing along his jaw line, then giving him a love bite on his neck. Draco, however, still had his school shirt on, so Harry eagerly ripped open the buttons and threw the shirt across the room. He took a lot shorter in making his way down to Draco's navel, where his pale skin disappeared into his pants. Harry nimbly unbuttoned Draco's trousers and pulled them off in one swift movement, leaving Draco lying quite vulnerable. From his position on the bed, Draco reached up and undid Harry's pants, and pulled them off so now all they had on was their boxers.
They began snogging again, limbs tangling together, rolling around on the bed. They were quite enjoying the feel of skin against skin, and the combined heat of each other plus the activities they were partaking in caused them to sweat slightly. It glistened on their chests, making it easier to slide against one another.
"Draco, I can't take this anymore," Harry panted, after breaking their kiss. His hand traveled down to the elastic of Draco's boxers.
"Harry, are you sure you're ready for this?" Draco asked seriously.
"Don't I look like I'm ready?" said Harry impatiently, gesturing.
"Er, yes, I suppose," said Draco as he looked down, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "You, er, don't want to… you know… do you?"
"Er, I suppose not yet. No, not yet," Harry stuttered, flustered. "But that doesn't mean we can't 'fool around,'" he finished mischievously after maintaining his composure, mimicking what Draco had said before.
"Very well then." Draco said, and he slowly pulled down Harry's boxers.
(Kyaaaa! Slashy scene ahead. Avert your eyes if you're uncomfortable…)
Draco reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Harry's length, causing Harry to gasp in surprise. Don't ask me what he was expecting, but he wad definitely not expecting that. Draco smirked at the reaction he was getting and began to slowly build up a pace.
When he felt Harry harden further, he went faster and faster, enjoying the sound of Harry's panting and the feel of Harry's heart rate quickening against his own chest. After a while, Harry could no longer keep his eyes open. He let them slide shut, and his only movement was the occasional buck of his hips when Draco changed his pace.
"D—Draco… I'm going to—"
Draco cut him off by pressing his lips to Harry's. "Ssh, I know. Don't hold back…"
Harry's eyes squeezed shut particularly tightly, and his muscles seized up as he experienced his release in Draco's hand.
Draco watched Harry as he fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily. Once his chest stopped heaving madly, he opened his eyes and looked up at his lover. "Draco, that was—"
"Amazing?" Draco interrupted cockily. "I know. I'm rather good, aren't I?"
"Stop being an arrogant bastard," Harry said jokingly, lunging at Draco.
"Ack! What're you doing?"
"Returning the favor," Harry said simply, plunging his hand into Draco's pants.
(You can look now)
A half hour later, the two boys lay on the bed naked, panting and sweating, but very satisfied. Harry rolled over and kissed Draco on the cheek before getting up and slowly putting his clothes back on. Draco did the same, and then Harry walked back to the bed and sat down, gesturing for Draco to do the same.
Draco sat down, and Harry began talking, "Now that we're done with that…" Draco smirked at that. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm scared to go back to Gryffindor tower. I have a feeling Weasley will do something to me every time he sees me." Draco nodded as Harry said this, showing he understood. "And I feel kind of funny asking you this, but is it alright if I stay here with you from now on?"
Draco's smile widened with every word Harry said, positively delighted at the idea of Harry staying with him. "Of course you can stay. I would want you to even if Weasley weren't being a jerk. Harry, you're welcome here any time."
Harry grinned widely and hugged Draco. "Thank you… it means a lot to me. I already have my stuff here. I think I'll unpack." Harry gave Draco another quick kiss before getting up to retrieve his trunk from the door.
After Harry was done going through his trunk, the boys stripped down to their boxers (again) and climbed into bed. They were both quite sleepy from all that happened that day, so they settled down quickly, very ready to go to sleep.
They kissed briefly, brushing lips, before they shut the light. "Goodnight Harry." Draco whispered, already half asleep.
"'Night Draco," Harry yawned, half asleep himself.
A moment of silence passed. Then, "Harry?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"I love you."
That took Harry by surprise. He didn't see that coming at all. "Wh-what did you say?"
"Harry, I said that I love you." Whispered Draco, slightly afraid of the reaction he would get. He got even more scared when Harry didn't answer for a while. "Ha-Harry? Did you hear me?" said Draco, a bit louder.
"Yes." Harry whispered.
"Well aren't you going to say anything?" Draco mumbled.
"I…" started Harry. He was very nervous. Nobody ever told him that they loved him before. Except for his parents he supposed, but he didn't remember that at all. It wasn't that he didn't love Draco back; he was positive he did. He was just afraid to say it. Last time he had said those words, they hadn't been returned to him… and then she left him. He didn't want to make himself vulnerable like that again. But he felt like it was going to bust out of him if he didn't say something…
"Harry?" Draco said tentatively.
"Draco, I love you too." Said Harry, louder than he had intended, startling Draco.
"Well, that's a good thing then…" the relief was apparent in Draco's voice; he had been afraid he would be left hanging.
"I'm sorry, it's not that I wasn't sure of it. I am. I just… last time I said those words, things didn't turn out very pleasant. It ended in a rough breakup, to say the least," Harry said, trying hard to ward off the memory.
"Harry, I'm not going to leave you. Ever. Did you hear me? I am never going to leave you. That's what love is." Draco's voice faded out as Harry captured him in another kiss.
The boys fell asleep with their arms around each other. Harry was completely peaceful; he was content with where he was and how he felt. Draco, on the other hand, was fitful in trying to fall asleep. His body was perfectly still so as not to wake Harry, but his mind was another story.
He had promised Harry that he would never leave him. He didn't want to leave him. That's the last thing he wanted.
But he knew it was going to happen.
(End Of Chapter Eight)
(A/N) Eck, I dunno if I should have posted that scene here… now I'm paranoid about getting kicked off.
As for Draco's password, I had no idea what to make it so I decided on doing something in Latin. "Conclave de Draconis" basically means "Chamber of the Dragon" in Latin. I hope I translated it right, I wasn't sure, so I apologize to anyone who knows I'm wrong, and I would appreciate it if you would let me know what the real Latin translation is. Just thought I'd mention that (btw, I don't know Latin, so I apologize if that was translated to English incorrectly). Again, so sorry for how long it took, and I'll get the next chapter up soon. Review please! Until next time,
XOXO Princesspepper OXOX