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Chapter 2 – Remembrance
Of course, Harry had already guessed that Draco was a veela. He hadn't realised that he was Draco's mate until they had started to talk though. This was it. This was his chance to get back at everyone. At his family, at Dumbledore, at the Weasleys and at... Voldemort? He shook his head to clear it. This was his chance to get back at the world for treating him like shit and he was not going to waste it.
A small part of his mind at the back of his head tried to tell him that none of it was Draco's fault but he shut it up. Nothing that had happened to him had been his fault and he had had to put up with it. He needed revenge. It was connected to Draco anyway. Lucius had been quite a high up Death Eater – in the Inner Circle. He had known what would have happened to Harry and who Harry was. Draco had probably known, surely he didn't expect Harry to accept him.
Draco was just about coming around. He first did not recognise where he was until he saw Harry and remembered everything.
"Malfoy? Are you awake? Are you ok? What happened?" Harry's voice seemed close yet distant. Like a memory in the present.
"Erm... yeah. Sorry about that, I mean... I don't know what happened. I must have blacked out. I'm sorry. I really am." Draco heard himself say. His voice was croaky but his throat was fine. He felt so embarrassed and felt himself go pink at the cheeks.
"That's ok, really. It kinda gave me time to think about what you said. Just one thing though. Why me?" Of course, Draco should have known that this was coming but he hadn't really had time to practice a speech.
"Well I don't really know. It's difficult to explain but I know of a few books that could tell you if you want. Basically, it was destined. I can't be with anyone else and if you die... I die."
"But why me?" Harry sounded desperate and impatient. Draco knew he had to say, even if it would mean Harry wouldn't talk to him for ages.
"Because... because I have always loved you and always will," and with that, he left.
Harry simply smirked.
The feeling of power was too great to resist. He remembered the first time he had felt it. It was quite recent, just under a year ago.
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Voldemort's supporters had caught him and were taking him through the tunnels of the secret hideout. He was so scared and his scar burned so much, it was as though he would fall unconscious any second but he knew that if he did, he would be dead.
He was virtually dragged into a great room which was where Voldemort was. His forehead was searing and it was as though electric currents, just like the lightning bolt, were running through every last millimetre of his body yet he refused to back down. He forced himself to look at Voldemort and miraculously, the pain stopped. It was a simple numb beat every so often. Voldemort stepped down off of the high throne he had been sitting on and stood in front of Harry.
"Greetings Mister... Potter," he spat the last word out as if it was poison in his mouth yet the rest of the time, his voice seemed almost pleasant. "I have been waiting to speak with you for such a long time."
Harry was confused. Voldemort wanted to talk? Why? He refused to let his guard down all the same, it may have been a simple plot to trap him, not that he wasn't already trapped. "Talk? Why?"
"Why, what else would I wish to do? Kill you?" Voldemort laughed and Harry gave a nervous chuckle. "Oh yes, of course. That's what you would think wouldn't it? No my boy. I wish to talk. There are many things I feel I need to tell you. I should have told you these things many years ago and if it was not for that meddlesome fool Dumbledore... no matter. You must be hungry, I think that we should sit down. Malfoy!"
Lucius Malfoy came running in as fast as his legs could carry him. He shot a look of confusion at Harry and bowed low in front of Voldemort before staring to kiss his master's robes. It would have been quite amusing if not for the circumstances.
"Yes, yes Malfoy, go at get myself and Harry here a meal, a table and a couple of chairs. Now!" Lucius had simply been ogling at the two but after the last word, seemed to regain his mask and sped off to do as his master had ordered. "Honestly, sometimes these Death Eaters can be incredibly embarrassing."
The two of them talked... well mostly Voldemort talked, and Harry learnt many things that certain people like Dumbledore had kept from him. By the time that Lucius came back, Harry knew twice as much about himself, his family and everything than he had before. Lucius brought everything that had been ordered (literally) and bowed low but remained where he was.
After a glance from Voldemort, Harry spoke boldly, "You can go now you know." Lucius did not move. "Er... go away. What part of that don't you understand?" Harry was quite enjoying himself. This was fun. He had the power to tell any Death Eater what to do; yet Lucius did not move. He stood up and spoke curtly to Harry.
"You have no right to tell me what to do, Potter. You are prisoner here and will be going to an early grave. Have fun eating your last su..." Harry cut off Lucius.
"Crucio! I don't think that you are in any place to tell me about my rights. Now, when I lift the curse, you will go. Understand?" Harry had never felt such a surge of energy and ecstasy since, well ever. It was so strong and strangely addictive. When Harry lifted the curse, Lucius scrambled to his feet and ran off and no Death Eater had every disobeyed his orders ever again.
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He collapsed onto his bed. He was shattered although it was still morning. So much had happened and it was painful to remember about the good times with his grandfather after what he had had to do. It was to save him and well as Harry... wasn't it? Yes. It was. He had had to save Voldemort from an even more terrible fate.
The second that Harry stepped into the Great Hall, there was an earth- shattering silence. Everyone turned around to look at him until a few Hufflepuff girls looked away, embarrassed. The entire school followed their example – almost. Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him, watching him. He walked across the hall and sat down at one end of the Griffindor table before staring straight at Draco. Draco's eyes widened and he looked panicky. Harry soothed him by giving him a warm smile and started to eat. He wasn't really that hungry so he finished quickly and made sure that Draco was looking at him. Incidentally, Draco had been staring and him the entire time and had not touched a thing on his plate.
Draco was surprised when Harry nodded to him and then to the door. He pointed to himself and nearly jumped for joy when Harry nodded. But why? Why would he even want to be anywhere near me after what I said? I put too much pressure on him. It was more than I should have done. He'd only just found out I was a veela when I told him I loved him! All the same, Draco obediently got out of his seat and strolled out of the hall about half a minute after Harry had.
"Hey Mal... Draco, um... could we talk? I mean, we don't have to but there are a few things I want to know. Could we go back to my rooms? It's a bit more private." Harry's voice, although he probably didn't mean it to, sounded husky and sexy. It was extremely arousing and Draco found it difficult to conceal his growing erection.
"Um... yeah! That... that sounds gasp great! Your rooms are fine... um... yeah." Draco was finding it particularly difficult to breathe as Harry was in such close vacinity and had the most amazing eyes. He shook himself and followed Harry back to his rooms.
Draco sighed with relief but a feeling of dread washed over him at the same time. Sure, there were the easy ones to start but he was pretty sure he knew what the potentially embarrassing question would be and did not forward to answering it. "That's easy. I could never hurt you intentionally physically, mentally or emotionally because I love you. Also, I could never hurt you unintentionally because, due to being a veela, if you get hurt, I get hurt. It's as simple as that."
Harry was quite impressed that Draco had been able to say that so smoothly yet pressed on with his next question. "Would you ever pressure me into doing... something that I didn't want to? I mean, I'm sure you would mean to but... well what if you were... you know and then it was like... yeah." Harry nodded to himself. He was quite good at faking embarrassment. He was now very glad of those acting classes that Voldemort had got him to go to.
Draco thought about this. It was possible but he really didn't want to scare Harry off. Mind you, telling the truth would be good. He might already know. He also liked the way that Harry kept blushing. I wonder if he blushed all over... no! Concentrate! "Um... well I suppose that it might be possible. It's really unlikely and as I said, I could never hurt you intentionally. Unfortunately, if the veela part of me is... well... if the veela in me thinks its gonna happen with your consent then it won't think of it as hurting you but I promise that would never happen, if I can help it..." Oh great, first speech was good but that one was really crap.
Excellent! Draco is feeling really guilty. Just this question and I'll have him right where I want him... for the moment anyway. "Ok, this is the last one. You see, I never had a large family and I've always wanted to have children and I was wondering if it would be possible..."
"Yes," Draco cut him off with a definite answer. "It's happened quite a few times before and I would love to... I mean, when and if you're ready of course." He blushed, "My mother will be talking about babies as soon as I tell her I've found my potentially mate... I hope you'll excuse her, she wasn't able to have any more after me."
Harry smiled. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Oh! Look at the time! You ought to be going... soon." He pushed Draco against the wall and kissed him so gently and then again, a little harder. All the time he was teasing Draco mercilessly. The second that Draco could hold it no longer and tried to push his tongue into Harry's mouth, Harry pulled away. "Good night Draco." He leant in, pressed himself against the other boy's body, his mouth millimetres away from Draco's ear and whispered "Sweet Dreams."
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Oh good! The story part of that was about 150 words longer than last chapter. Maybe I'll keep it up, I'll try. Cookies will go to observant reviewers and that might even get you an early view of the next chapter, not that it'll be all that great but... you know. Still a few hints from the last chapter that weren't picked up on. There's something in here about Voldemort that you might have seen. Anyhoo, onto the review responses in Alphabetical Order again:Beloved – Well here you go, is this one just as odd as last time?
Draco23Luver – Here's more, what did you think?
GenX-Revolutuion – I'm afraid that Draco probably will get hurt but they will be together in the end. Besides, Draco's mine! I've just lent him to Harry for this story.
Mojo-jojo241 – You're cool dude. I'm afraid that I can't tell you what it meant at the end of Chapter 2. Maybe you'll understand a bit better now. Especially after reading the flashback. That's all the hints I'm gonna give you. Think about how he says it...
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Yana5 – Harry isn't exactly evil as such, he's just confused. I can't really tell you he's being mean because that would spoil the storyline.
Yaoi Angel – Thanks, I was trying to make it different. Apart from the fact that I didn't want to be just another veela Draco writer, I'm pretty sure Frizzy doesn't wants a million and one copies of her work. I'm also a great fan of dark!Harry fics so I've kind of mixed the two together. I'm a sucker for Happy Endings though.
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