It's funny, in a lot of reviews people were scorning Blaise, but really, I love him! Well, not in this story, I have to agree. Please note, this was orginally one big chapter, but I decided to split it into two, so there's more after this! Um, hope you like.
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'So you kiss him?' Harry asked, incredulous.
'I wanted him to leave!' Draco said in a pained voice.
'So you kiss him?'
'He wasn't going to leave any other way, I knew you'd get angry no matter what!' Draco shouted.
'I'm getting angry because technically you fuckin cheated on me just the next day after we decided to be together! God, I feel so stupid! Remus told me not to trust you!' Harry roared, running a hand unconsciously through his hair.
He'd spent the day at Ron and Hermione's, pacing back and forth, refusing to tell them what was wrong, on the edge of pulling out all his hair and biting all his knuckles off. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to think that he could actually be with Draco without any complications. He'd walked in, seen him kissing Blaise, and a little part of him shouted 'I told you so!', like somewhere he'd known it was too good to be true. Just before dinner, Hermione had threatened to hex him if he didn't tell them what was going on, so he'd apparated back to the apartment, hoping to be quiet enough to get everything together and leave without Draco realising, but Draco had heard and come storming in.
And everything was falling to pieces.
'I wanted him to leave to spend time with you, Harry!'
'Why didn't you just tell him to fuck off!' Harry hissed.
'Because he's my friend, Harry!'
Harry paused, and then stiffened. He took a step backwards.
'What?' asked Draco.
'Your friend.' Harry said. 'Wasn't he…wasn't he a Death Eater?'
Draco bit his lip. Shit.
'Draco. What the fuck was he doing here?' Harry asked carefully. Draco noticed he was gripping his wand tightly in his hand and he sighed in frustration.
'I'm not gonna fuckin hurt you, Harry! I'm not a Death Eater, I told you!' Draco yelled, exasperatedly.
'Then what the fuck was he doing here?!' Harry demanded.
'Look, that's my business, ok?'
'It's my business if you're a fuckin Death Eater and I'm living with you!'
'I'M NOT A FUCKIN DEATH EATER, I TOLD YOU!'Draco roared.
'And how the hell am I supposed to believe that?' Harry retorted.
'That's why this relationship won't work, because you won't trust me!'
'And how the hell am I supposed to trust you if you go around kissing other guys?' Harry spat. Then his eyes widened. 'What the fuck were you doing kissing a Death Eater?'
Draco sighed angrily. 'I told you, it was the only way he would leave!'
'Oh, of course, silly me, I forgot.' Harry said, sarcastically.
'He was…he was just being annoying, Harry, making a tactless joke! He knew I wanted him to leave, he knew I had someone else with me, so he said he didn't want to leave without a kiss goodbye!'
'With tongue?' Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
'That was him, not me!' Draco protested.
'It takes two to kiss, Draco.' Harry pointed out angrily.
'I went to kiss him on the cheek!'
'And let me guess, he turned his mouth!' Harry said, mockingly.
'Well, actually…yes.'
'Oh my God, I cannot believe this.' Harry said, rolling his eyes.
'Well it's the bloody truth, Harry!'
'How am I supposed to believe you, when you won't tell me anything? What was he doing here? Why did he want a kiss? Have you two been involved? How does he know where you live? How long have you been in touch with him? How long have you been touching him?'
'It's not like that!' Draco protested.
'Then bloody correct me! Tell me what it's like!' Harry countered.
'Look, you wouldn't understand!'
'Oh, no, of course not! Let's keep little Harry Potter in the dark because he couldn't possibly understand!' Harry spat sarcastically. 'What is it? Pity sex between former lovers? Is he experimenting?'
'There's nothing between us!' Draco reiterated.
'Just kissing, huh.'
'To make him leave!' Draco said, exasperatedly.
'Tell me something.' said Harry, frowning. 'Why did you want him to leave so bad? Is it…because he's a bad influence? Is it because he was a Death Eater? Or maybe…maybe it's because you were worried he'd spill the beans about you and him?'
'There is no me and him!'
'But was there?' Harry asked, looking like he already knew the answer.
Draco was silent for a while. 'A long time ago.'
Harry closed his eyes, a pained look on his face. 'How long?'
'At Hogwarts, mainly.' Draco said, quietly.
'Mainly?' Harry repeated.
'Well…we were…kind of together after that. But it kind of ended when I switched sides.' Draco said.
'Oh, I see. A long relationship, then?' Harry asked, feigning vague interest.
Draco nodded.
'How long?'
'A few years, I guess. Why do you want to know?'
Harry glared at him. 'And how many years is a few years?'
Draco stared at Harry. 'I don't know. Four?'
'And was this a purely celibate relationship?'
'What do you think I am, a priest?' Draco said mockingly.
'So you'd still have feelings for him, then.' Harry continued, ignoring Draco's jab.
'You know what it's like with an ex!' Draco said, exasperatedly.
Harry ignored him. 'Now tell me something else. Why would he want to come and visit an ex boyfriend who was on a different side of the war than him? Sounds like a bloody nightmare, doesn't it? A situation to avoid at all costs?'
'I told you, that's my business.'
'Why won't you fuckin just tell me!' Harry roared. 'It's not like I'm going to tell anyone! It's not like you have to keep me around, because bloody hell if you don't tell me right this fuckin second I'm going to leave and never come back!' he roared. Then his face tightened. 'That is, of course, if you actually give a damn about me.'
'Of course I bloody do!'
'Then why were you kissing him?'
'I'm getting the feeling we're going round in circles, here.' Draco said through gritted teeth.
'I'm looking for a way out, I swear I am, but you're just not giving it to me.' Harry said, with equally gritted teeth.
'Ok, fine.' Draco said, finally. 'You want me to tell you?'
'Oh, no thanks.' said Harry, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
'Well, I'm not gonna bloody tell you now!'
'Why the fuck not?'
'You're gonna jump down my throat no matter what I say!'
'Oh, I don't think there's any chance of that anytime soon.' said Harry coldly.
Draco, against his supreme will, felt the corner of his mouth twitching. 'You're still making dirty jokes at a time like this?'
'It's not funny. I'm not laughing.'
'Fine, fine.' Draco sighed. 'Well, when you've had time to calm down, think things through-'
Harry walked towards Draco and glared straight into his eyes. 'You tell me now.' Harry demanded in a steely voice. 'Or I leave. For good.'
Draco swallowed. 'At least sit down.' he said, meekly, as Harry's blazing eyes glared at him. Harry took a few steps and sat down, straight-backed, onto the couch.
Draco stayed standing. He gave a sigh.
'Alright, so it's like this. I don't know how the fuck you manage, but most normal people need jobs, right? So-'
'You don't have a job.' Harry interrupted.
'Please. Don't interrupt me.' Draco said, in an almost icy tone, which Harry thought was completely unwarranted, considering the situation. But he nodded, and Draco continued on. 'But I'm not really welcome in the wizardring community. Oh sure, the few important people know what I did, like Dumbledore and such, but the rest of them just think I'm a bloodthirsty, evil mongrel, that should be locked up and have the key thrown away. Therefore, I can't really get a job as an Auror or something, can I?'
Harry resisted rolling his eyes, and shook his head.
'And if you want to work anywhere half-decent in the muggle world, you need to go to…what do they call it? Universe something?'
'University.' Harry said.
'Right. And fucked if I'm going to University.'
Harry did roll his eyes this time. Draco ignored it.
'Now, this is the part you're not going to like.' Draco said, carefully. Harry's eyes felt like they were blazing holes in Draco's head. He swallowed, and continued on. 'After the war, there were still quite a few Death Eaters left, right?'
'What is this, an interactive kids show?' Harry muttered, but nodded.
'And the only way for them to survive was to live among muggles.'
'The people they swore to rid the world of.' Harry scoffed.
'Right. So, as you can imagine, there were a few, ah…assisted deaths.'
'Suicides.' Harry muttered.
'Right. But some of them would rather live among the "scum" than go to hell just now. I don't see why, I wouldn't mind going to hell. Be full of us homosexuals, wouldn't it? I wouldn't mind burning along with the fab five…' Draco said, smiling, but Harry's stony glare melted his smile as quickly as it had come. 'Right. So, um. Yeah. There were still Death Eaters who wanted to live in the muggle community, but having scorned it so much, they had no idea how to go about it.' Draco cleared his throat. 'That's where my services come in.'
'You're a prostitute?' Harry spat, incredulously.
'Harry, will you listen to me? No, I'm not a prostitute. Click it together. There's Death Eaters, who need a place to stay in the muggle community, and a wizard on their side of war to talk to about it, to set them up, so as not to be caught.'
Harry stared at him. 'You?' he asked.
'Me.' Draco confirmed.
Harry stood up and eyed Draco wearily. 'On their side of the war?'
Draco sighed. 'In their eyes, of course.'
Harry shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, and gave a confused laugh. 'I can't believe this. You find Death Eaters places to stay in the muggle community?'
'For quite a sum, yes.'
Harry stared at Draco like he was crazy. 'Are you crazy?! Do you know how bloody stupid that is? Can you even begin to comprehend all the muggles you're putting in danger so you can have nice couches in your living room?'
'It's not as though I'm slipping Voldemort through the back entrance of a concert, Harry. These people…they're just people who were put on a path, they followed it, and it lead to my front door.'
'What a bloody naïve way of looking at the world!' Harry roared.
'The world isn't black and white, Harry, I very well know that! As should you! You should know that not all people on your side were good, as not all people on my side were bad! The man who says nice things to your children in the park isn't always an angel! The guy rotting in a jail cell isn't always a criminal! I'm not locking muggles up, and handing them to my father with a wand and the key! I'm helping people to have a second chance! Look at Snape, for example. What if Dumbledore had cast him away? Huh?'
Harry glowered. 'These people aren't like Snape.' he snarled.
'And how do you know that?' Draco spat back. 'Did you spend your whole time at Hogwarts with them, as I did? Did you go back to their homes and feel that if you spoke one word about you, or Dumbledore, that you would be skinned alive?'
'No.' said Harry, obstinately.
Draco sighed, and lowered his voice. 'And what about me, Harry? I was with them. For a long time, I was with them. If my parents hadn't been killed…' Draco trailed off, shaking his head. 'I'd probably be hurling hexes at the teachers without a second thought.'
'No you wouldn't.' Harry protested.
'You think you know me so well? You think you know the world so well? In the end, Harry, it's people like you who are naïve.'
'What ever way you put it,' Harry said, in a low voice, 'you're putting innocent people at risk.'
Draco realised not much was getting through to Harry. 'Spice up their lives a bit, huh?'
Harry clenched his teeth and raised his wand.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' cried Draco. 'It was just a fuckin joke, Harry! Nothing's going to happen to them! What do you want me to do, send stupid, misguided young people out to their deaths? Just because their parents pulled the wool over their eyes?'
'So all Death Eaters and misguided innocents, are they?' Harry asked, mockingly.
Draco sighed exasperatedly. 'No. But some can be helped. Shoved in vaguely in the right direction.'
Harry glared at Draco fiercely. 'That still doesn't explain why you were kissing Zambini.'
'Blaise?' Draco sighed. 'Blaise Zambini is…how would you explain it? He's had the wool wrapped so thickly over his eyes he can't see where he's headed, so he lets his cock think for him.'
Harry didn't smile.
'And he's misguided, and kind of foolish…and would absolutely kill me if he knew I was living with Harry Potter. After he'd killed you, of course. I didn't want him seeing you. And I also wanted to avoid this conversation.'
'Keep lying, you mean.' Harry said, flatly.
'No. Just…avoiding the truth. There's a difference.' Draco said, quietly. 'I didn't want you to die. I most certainly didn't want to have this conversation. I didn't want to end what we'd only just started, and you were still asleep, he said the only way he would leave is with a kiss, he offered his cheek…and the rest is, well, history.'
'You could have just slammed the door in his face.' Harry said, coldly.
'And cause such a big commotion half the neighbours would be woken up? Have the police around because half the house was blasted away with "what looked like a shining light emitting from a stick in his hand, isn't that right, Mabel?"' Draco imitated an old lady's voice.
'You know what? Fine. Ok. That's all good and dandy. I see. I understand. The light is at the end of the tunnel.' Harry said, throwing up his hands.
Draco surveyed him. 'But?' he prompted.
'But we're through.' said Harry, a note of cool finality in his voice.
'What?' Draco choked.
'You…me…it's too…confusing. I can't be bothered with it.' said Harry.
'You can't be bothered?'
'That's what I said. Didn't you hear me?' Harry said.
'Well, look who's the cocky bastard now.' Draco sneered, angrily.
'That's not going to help.' Harry warned.
'I'm not trying to help!' Draco hissed. He turned away, but then he rounded on Harry. 'Since when is everything is life easy? Since when is everything free of confusion? I don't see what the fuck there is to be confused about! I want you, you want me-'
'Quite sure of yourself.' Harry said, flatly. Draco growled, and took a step towards Harry.
'I know you do, so don't you dare start trying to pretend otherwise.' Draco spat. Then he tone softened, if only slightly. 'I like you a lot, Harry, and you're expecting me to throw up my hands and give you away?'
'You're expecting me to act like some kind of airhead, while you prance around being a whore?' Harry shot back.
'If that's all you're still worried about, why don't we get him over here? You kiss him, and then we'll be fair and square!' Draco retorted.
'Oh, so all that stuff before about him going apeshit over seeing me was just a figure of speech?' Harry said.
'No.' Draco seethed. 'We'll dress you up different. You give him a kiss, we'll be all fine and dandy again.'
'I don't want to kiss him! I, unlike you, don't do things like that.' Harry said heatedly.
'Well, what's it going to take, to make you stay?'
'You're probably going to have to tie me down.'
Draco laughed, without amusement. 'We can make a night of that. Handcuffs, leather, whipped cream?' he laughed.
Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. 'Basically, it's over, Draco.'
'Harry, it's hardly even begun.' Draco said, desperately.
'You think I don't know that?'
'Then why are you leaving? It was a mistake, Harry.' Draco said, painfully.
'No.' Harry said, looking up. 'This was.'
And he turned around and walked away.
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Next chap up soon. Oh, and um…
Sorry.
