Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Five
Daddy
disclaimer: I do not - repeat - do not own Harry Potter
They sat down at the table at lunch together still holding hands. They knew what was coming. Trying to hold back the inevitable Oliver looked at Draco encouragingly. "Maybe he'll understand," he said.
"Maybe he'll understand? Maybe he'll understand! You don't get the Slytherin views of pureblood do you? You can't if you think 'maybe he'll understand!'" his voice was growing shrill, he was nervous, they were getting the best of him. He calmed down and looking into Oliver's comforting eyes. Though there was no true comfort to Draco's heart he smiled and ran his pale fingers through his boyfriend's now much longer hair. "I'm a Malfoy - my blood has to be carried on, my father expects it of me. I am to get married to a beautiful girl with at least 9th generation pure blood and carry on the family name," his voice was lower now.
Oliver nodded his head, he knew it was true. He grabbed Draco's hand and brought it to his lips. "I'll be here for you forever," he said and behind him the familiar fluttering of owls' wings echoed through the Great Hall. A large prestigious owl approached carrying a bright red envelope. The letter fell gracefully to the spot on the table directly in front of Draco. They kept their eyes locked and Oliver nodded. "I'll love you forever," he said.
Draco turned, his sweaty hand still in Oliver's. Slowly he broke the seal with one hand and the letter burst into rage. The shrill and angry voice of Lucius Malfoy rang through the Great Hall. "You good for nothing cock sucking faggot!" it roared. They both nearly fell out of their seats. Professor McGonnagle was out of her seat and rapidly running toward them. "What the hell-" Professor McGonnagle waved her wand and the letter froze in mid-air. She snatched it with her hand giving a half-pleased grunt.
"You should have let it finish, professor, it gets better," a cold menacing, yet dreadfully familiar voice broke the silence. Lucius Malfoy stood a few seats away. "Get your fucking hands off one another!" he barked.
They both stood releasing their hands and allowing them to fall to their sides. "Father - what are you doing here?" Draco stammered.
"I'm here to remove you from this homoerotic sect and take you home to teach you a thing or two about morality and family values," he said cooly.
"What?" was all Draco could manage. A desperate and breathless 'what?' that fell of his lips in disbelief, in hopes that it was a nightmare. He could handle yelling, screaming, even beating, but not this, he couldn't leave Hogwarts now - he just couldn't leave Oliver.
"You heard me you little rat of a son, go get your things!" he barked. His word was the last as the two began to step forward. "He can do it himself, you dick, you get back to your pansy Gryffindor table and keep your package away from my son," he spat. Draco took one look at Oliver, there was no other way. Their heads fell and they walked two opposite directions leaving Professor McGonnagle scolding Lucius Malfoy for his irrational behavior, though it was obvious she was pleased. 'Get his mind back on the game,' she comforted herself.
Oliver sat down at the Gryffindor table not knowing what to do. Finally a familiar face appeared in front of him. "Hey," Hermione said, it was all she could think to comfort him.
He looked up holding his head in his hands.
"What happened"? She asked comfortingly.
"He's leaving, his father's making him leave," was all he could manage to say. Hermione was about to give him words of comfort when she was interrupted.
"Right on, it'll be better that way, you'll be able to forget this fetish and join up on the team again," Ron's voice came. Oliver was ready to snap but he simply stood and walked away silently.
"I don't think it's a fetish, Ron," Hermione whispered. "It's love."
Oliver walked out of the Great Hall, his heart heavy. How could it just stop? He didn't want it to stop like this. He reached his hand to his lips, they were cold, such cold lingered. Would he have to live with this cold on his lips forever? Would he ever see Draco again? His feet dragged on the ground behind him as he slowly walked through the halls. He stopped as he passed the prefect's bathroom.
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Chapter Five
Daddy
disclaimer: I do not - repeat - do not own Harry Potter
They sat down at the table at lunch together still holding hands. They knew what was coming. Trying to hold back the inevitable Oliver looked at Draco encouragingly. "Maybe he'll understand," he said.
"Maybe he'll understand? Maybe he'll understand! You don't get the Slytherin views of pureblood do you? You can't if you think 'maybe he'll understand!'" his voice was growing shrill, he was nervous, they were getting the best of him. He calmed down and looking into Oliver's comforting eyes. Though there was no true comfort to Draco's heart he smiled and ran his pale fingers through his boyfriend's now much longer hair. "I'm a Malfoy - my blood has to be carried on, my father expects it of me. I am to get married to a beautiful girl with at least 9th generation pure blood and carry on the family name," his voice was lower now.
Oliver nodded his head, he knew it was true. He grabbed Draco's hand and brought it to his lips. "I'll be here for you forever," he said and behind him the familiar fluttering of owls' wings echoed through the Great Hall. A large prestigious owl approached carrying a bright red envelope. The letter fell gracefully to the spot on the table directly in front of Draco. They kept their eyes locked and Oliver nodded. "I'll love you forever," he said.
Draco turned, his sweaty hand still in Oliver's. Slowly he broke the seal with one hand and the letter burst into rage. The shrill and angry voice of Lucius Malfoy rang through the Great Hall. "You good for nothing cock sucking faggot!" it roared. They both nearly fell out of their seats. Professor McGonnagle was out of her seat and rapidly running toward them. "What the hell-" Professor McGonnagle waved her wand and the letter froze in mid-air. She snatched it with her hand giving a half-pleased grunt.
"You should have let it finish, professor, it gets better," a cold menacing, yet dreadfully familiar voice broke the silence. Lucius Malfoy stood a few seats away. "Get your fucking hands off one another!" he barked.
They both stood releasing their hands and allowing them to fall to their sides. "Father - what are you doing here?" Draco stammered.
"I'm here to remove you from this homoerotic sect and take you home to teach you a thing or two about morality and family values," he said cooly.
"What?" was all Draco could manage. A desperate and breathless 'what?' that fell of his lips in disbelief, in hopes that it was a nightmare. He could handle yelling, screaming, even beating, but not this, he couldn't leave Hogwarts now - he just couldn't leave Oliver.
"You heard me you little rat of a son, go get your things!" he barked. His word was the last as the two began to step forward. "He can do it himself, you dick, you get back to your pansy Gryffindor table and keep your package away from my son," he spat. Draco took one look at Oliver, there was no other way. Their heads fell and they walked two opposite directions leaving Professor McGonnagle scolding Lucius Malfoy for his irrational behavior, though it was obvious she was pleased. 'Get his mind back on the game,' she comforted herself.
Oliver sat down at the Gryffindor table not knowing what to do. Finally a familiar face appeared in front of him. "Hey," Hermione said, it was all she could think to comfort him.
He looked up holding his head in his hands.
"What happened"? She asked comfortingly.
"He's leaving, his father's making him leave," was all he could manage to say. Hermione was about to give him words of comfort when she was interrupted.
"Right on, it'll be better that way, you'll be able to forget this fetish and join up on the team again," Ron's voice came. Oliver was ready to snap but he simply stood and walked away silently.
"I don't think it's a fetish, Ron," Hermione whispered. "It's love."
Oliver walked out of the Great Hall, his heart heavy. How could it just stop? He didn't want it to stop like this. He reached his hand to his lips, they were cold, such cold lingered. Would he have to live with this cold on his lips forever? Would he ever see Draco again? His feet dragged on the ground behind him as he slowly walked through the halls. He stopped as he passed the prefect's bathroom.
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