Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
WARNING: Male/male relationship that includes incest. Harry and Draco are angsty and sentimental in this story so that means they're OOC. Hermione plays a bigger role in this chapter.
A/N: Sorry for taking awfully long to update. But as you can see, I'm trying to compensate with a long chapter. Hope you enjoy.
The Hardship That Brothers Face
Chapter 6
(The Search and Chase For Cinderella / The Truth Revealed)
Fingers moving down a chest. And up again. The fingers found an erect pink nub to play with and play with it they did. There was a moan. And not a very quiet one either. Silver blue eyes shut tightly as the assault on his chest continued. Then, something wet came into contact with the pink nub. This elicited a soft gasp.
The bed sheet was bunched up in tight grasps. Silver-Blue Eyes was experiencing pleasure he had never felt before. He was young and never had sex. Never experienced foreplay and so far had only received a kiss on the cheek from a girl who was his girlfriend years ago. Lips closed around his nipple and wetted the nub with saliva. Silver-Blue Eyes gave out a loud moan. He wished that the assault on his right nipple who continue on his left one which felt cold and neglected.
Silver Blue-Eyes pressed his head into the pillow as his assaulter began to suck. And out came a small scream. He was not a quiet person. And his assaulter appreciated that. A hand went up to cup Silver-Blue Eyes' cheek and the thumb stroked the skin on his face. The assault on his nipple was over. At least he thought it was. His assaulter blew on the nipple and pinched it soon after. Silver-Blue Eyes tried to contain the sounds he knew he was making but this appeared to displease his assaulter.
His assaulter reached down to tickle Silver-Blue Eyes erect manhood by running his fingers over the skin with feather-like touches. Silver-Blue Eyes bit his lower lip to repress the moans bubbling in his throat. Silver-Blue Eyes then felt lips against the shell of his ear.
"Let it out," his assaulter murmured. "I want to hear it … your voice turns me on." Silver-Blue Eyes was panting deeply. The lips had gone from his ear. He felt his assaulter hovering above him. Silver-Blue Eyes didn't want to open his eyes. He knew that when he opened his eyes, all of this would end. But Silver-Blue Eyes really wanted a look at his assaulter. Same as the last time or a new one?
Silver-Blue Eyes opened his eyes and spotted emerald green eyes before everything including his assaulter faded into nothingness. 'Same as the last time,' thought Silver-Blue Eyes. 'It was Harry.'
Draco opened his eyes and sat up on his four-poster bed. There was a telltale bulge between his legs. He groaned and laid back down on the soft mattress. 'Again,' he thought. 'The dreams are coming again.' It had been several nights since he had any wet dreams concerning Harry and Draco was grateful that none of them had ever went beyond some light grasping of his manhood.
The clock on Draco's beside table said that it was five minutes to four in the morning. Draco got out of his bed as quietly as he could manage and made his way to the bathroom to get rid of his erection. When he got out, it was five past four. He decided that it was as good as any time to visit Remus and Sirius (even though it wasn't). The couple were leaving Hogwarts today and Draco wanted to talk to them before they left.
He donned on a cloak over his pyjamas and exited the Gryffindor common room.
It was a little after twelve in the afternoon when Harry finally woke up. He sat up on his bed and looked around the dormitory groggily. Everyone else was still asleep. Ron was snoring again. But this time nobody gave a damn. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Harry got up from his bed and on the way to the bathroom, he glanced out the window.
The afternoon sunlight made it look as though the lake was sparkling with gold flitting over the surface of the water. The outdoor scenery was bathed in yellow sunlight.
Harry closed his eyes. Immediately, scenes from the night before played before his eyes. The jester pretending to die on stage, then the jester making his way through the crowd to ask Harry for a dance. The jester on his knees and kissing Harry's hand. And finally, the jester dancing with him and leaving the hall without taking off his mask.
Harry sighed and went to freshen up in the washroom. From his pyjama pocket, Harry took out the white glove the jester left behind. It was the only thing that linked him to the jester. Just like the Prince and Cinderella. Except that he had a glass slipper and all Harry had was a satin glove that could probably fit more than half the population of Hogwarts.
Before he went to sleep, he remembered Hermione asking him, "Is it that important that you find out who he is?"
Is it important? Harry picked up his toothbrush. No, not really. It wasn't that important. Harry just wanted to find him, something within him was spurring him to meet the challenge.
After slipping into his uniform, Harry made his way to the fourth-year boys' dorm. He stepped inside the quiet dormitory. Despite the fact that half of the day was almost over, none of the fourth-year Gryffindor boys had bothered to wake. Harry tiptoed over dirty clothes left on the dorm floor and finally made it to Draco's bed. He pulled back the curtains of the four-poster only to find it vacant.
The bed was not made. The blankets were thrown over the foot of the bed. And the mattress was messy but cool. Obviously Draco had gotten an early start but hadn't bothered to tidy up. Suddenly, an owl flew in through the open window and perched on Draco's bedside table.
"Sergei?" said Harry, recognising his godfather's owl immediately.
Sergei hooted cheerfully. Harry patted it softly on the head.
"What are you doing here, Sergei? I better return you to Lupin and Sirius. But…"
Harry glanced at the white glove that stuck out of his pocket. He had intended to go to Hermione directly after he met Draco. He had intended to ask the girl's help in identifying who the jester might be.
"Can you wait a while, Sergei?" asked Harry. "I have something to do. But I promise I will return you before your owners leave."
Since it was already expected that the students would sleep in on Wednesday, the classes for that day had been cancelled. So students had a free day.
Sergei hopped onto Harry's shoulder and the pair left the dorm in search of Hermione.
On that Wednesday, Draco learned that wizards could be very, very dangerous when they're groggy. When he showed up in Remus and Sirius' private room at five in the morning, he almost got his nose cursed off by a half-naked Sirius whom he shook awake. After realising who had disturbed his sleep, Sirius put away his wand and invited Draco to join them on their bed.
Draco was then wide awake and insisted that Remus and Sirius help him retrieve the glove from Harry when he was still asleep.
At this, Remus pointed out, "What are the chances that he can trace the glove back to you? He's no detective and to be honest my boy, sometimes that child can be a bit slow as well."
"Harry isn't slow," said Draco hotly, never taking insults concerning his brother lightly unless he was the one doing the insulting. "Well, I guess I didn't look that obvious in the jester costume, did I?"
"No," said Sirius with a yawn. "Besides, we put some charms on the glove when Harry wasn't looking so that tracking charms would go haywire on it. Now, do you want to join us or not? I bet you haven't got much sleep."
Draco nodded, suddenly his eyes feeling heavy. He took off his cloak and slipped under the covers next to Sirius, sleep overwhelming him almost in an instant. And soon there was peace in the room save for the soft snores emitted by one of the occupants of the bed.
Remus opened his eyes. He poked Sirius on the shoulder. Sirius opened his eyes slightly. Remus smiled and Sirius nodded. Raising his upper body a little from the bed, Remus called for Sergei. "Go find Harry," he whispered to the owl. The owl hooted and flew out the window.
Sitting in the common room, Hermione looked at the glove warily as she munched on a butter cookie. "Harry, couldn't you just track this person down with a Tracing Charm?"
Harry raised his eyebrow. "Tracing Charm? Have we learnt that?"
"It's in our syllabus this year but I don't think we've reached that chapter yet. I came across it when browsing through our textbook," said Hermione. She finished her cookie and took out her wand. "Okay, let's see if this works."
Hermione put the Tracing Charm on the white glove. It remained motionless.
"Well?" asked Harry.
"Something seems to be wrong," said Hermione with a small frown. "Let me try again." She tapped her wand on the glove again. Nothing happened.
"Hermione, I think we should try something else," suggested Harry.
But Hermione quickly shook her head. "No, no, no. Maybe I did the spell wrong. Let me get out my book. It should work. The glove should be leading us to its last wearer. Just wait a while." Hermione went up to her dorm to get her book. Harry sighed and shook his head at the stubborn girl.
He glanced at Sergei who was perched silently on the arm of a chair.
"Come on, Sergei," said Harry. "I better return you first." Sergei flew up to settle on Harry's shoulder as he swung out the portrait and stepped out of the common room.
When Harry arrived at the portrait of Sirius and Remus' room, he realised that the two had not told him the password. Sometimes, Harry wished that some of the bedrooms at Hogwarts would just use plain doors which you could knock on if they were locked. You couldn't knock on portraits. They would shout and the occupants of the room won't even know that you're outside.
"Erm, excuse me," said Harry. "Can you tell Sirius and Lupin that Harry is waiting for them here?"
The person in the portrait smiled. "No need, sir. They've been expecting you." Harry raised both eyebrows as the portrait swung outwards to reveal the entrance to the room. Harry entered and realised that it was extremely, unusually quiet.
"Sirius? Lupin? I found your owl," said Harry. His eyes landed on the sleeping figures under the blanket on the bed. He walked up to the left side of the bed and tapped Remus' shoulder. Remus stirred slightly but didn't wake. "Lupin? Aren't you guys leaving Hogwarts today?"
A murmur from Remus. Harry sighed and laid Sergei on the bedside table. "I'll just leave your pet here then."
Sergei hopped closer to Remus and nipped him on the ear. This woke Remus up almost immediately. He opened his eyes and yawned. "Oh, hi Harry," he said groggily. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Sergei came to find me and well, I just came to return him."
"Oh, how nice of you." Remus yawned again and pulled himself up to a sitting position. This stirred Sirius from his sleep.
"Remus? What are you doing up?" he asked. Sirius got up as well and reached over Remus to get his watch. "Is that the time? We have to leave Hogwarts soon or we'll miss the train. "Come on, Remus."
As the two men began struggling to get up and out of the bed, Harry noticed that there was someone else on the bed who was still sleeping. "Sirius, who's that beside you?"
"Hm?" said Sirius, a bit blur from sleep. "Oh, right." He shook the person next to him a bit violently. "Come on. Wake up, you sleepyhead. We can't leave you here when we go."
The person next to Sirius groaned and shifted his position on the bed. When Sirius won't stop shaking him, the person tried rolling away from Sirius, but he ended up rolling off the side of the bed. He landed on the floor with an audible thump.
"Oof!" A loud groan came from the floor.
Harry hurried to the other side of the bed to see if the 'sleepyhead' was alright. "Draco?"
Draco was sitting upright on the floor, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He opened his eyes at the mention of his name. "Harry? What are you doing here?"
"I should be asking you that," retorted Harry.
"Sirius just invited me to bed. That's all," said Draco indifferently.
'…invited me to bed.' Those four words sounded odd to Harry. There couldn't possibly be another meaning behind it, could it?
Draco yawned widely. "I better get back to the dorm. Guys, if I don't get to see you later, I better say goodbye to you now." Draco climbed onto the bed and embraced both Remus and Sirius lightly. "Thanks for everything," he whispered. "I owe you." He got off the bed and pulled on his cloak. He waved jauntily at the two men and with a simple monotonous, "Bye, Harry", he left the room.
"I'd better go too. Hermione's waiting for me," said Harry. With that, he left the room as well and he could've sworn that he saw Lupin smirk at the mention of Hermione's name. Harry couldn't spot Draco from the corridor outside the room. Draco must've been walking fast to be able to disappear so quickly. On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry realised that his mind had been so occupied with the Masquerade and the jester that had almost completely forgotten about Draco. Draco, who was still cold towards him.
'I wonder if we were meant to be like this. That Draco and I were meant to grow distant in our later years.' Harry walked to a window cut into the rock wall of the school. 'I wish I could repair our relationship.' Harry closed his eyes for a brief moment and a memory of the jester played on the back of his eyelids.
There is always a voice in the back of my mind, mocking me.
"What," he asked, "am I doing wrong?"
When Harry returned to the common room, Hermione was occupying a table all to herself, her textbook open and the glove laid flat out before her.
"Harry, you're back!" exclaimed Hermione. "Come over here. This time I know I've got it."
Harry scooted over to Hermione and watched her perform the charm again. A few seconds passed and nothing happened once again.
"Hermione," Harry began.
"Wait, wait! I think it moved," said the girl excitedly.
The door of the boys' dormitory opened and Draco walked down the stairs into the common room. The glove was twitching; this time there was no mistaking it. Draco entered the common room but suddenly from behind him, Ron tore past him, overtaking him into the common room. The glove rose from the table and smacked into Ron's chest as he appeared in the Gryffindor common room.
"Ron?" said Harry.
"Hiya, Harry," greeted Ron. "I just woke up and I'm damn hungry. Er…why is there a glove on my chest?"
Ron removed the glove and gave it back to Harry, who clutched it in his hand. "Hermione, are you trying to tell me that Ron is the jester?" asked Harry.
"What? Of course not," answered Hermione. "I was with him the whole night. Still, why did the glove go to him?"
"Let's try something else, Hermione," said Harry. Draco entered the common room, said his hellos to Ron and Hermione, purposely missing Harry but being ignorant about it, and went over to the other side of the room to talk to Dean. Harry looked at his brother wistfully and laid the glove on the table.
The glove moved almost immediately. It flew straight towards Dean and Draco, who were unaware about the advancing flying glove. And luck was definitely on Draco's side when Dean suddenly, and coincidentally, moved a step to the left and blocked the glove's path which lead straight to Draco. The glove smacked into Dean's back.
Dean yelped slightly when he felt something hit his back and peeled the glove off the back of his shirt. "What is this?"
"Sorry, Dean," said Harry, running towards the dark-skinned boy. "That's mine."
Dean returned the glove to Harry and Harry held it tight in his grip. Harry noticed that the glove was pulling away from him. It was try to pull out of his grasp. Harry held it with two hands and apologised to Dean again. He glanced at Draco briefly and returned to Ron and Hermione.
"Hermione, you have to remove the charm," said Harry, "or it'll go around slapping itself on everyone."
Draco was eyeing the glove from across the room. Didn't Sirius say that tracking charms would go haywire on the glove? His eyes landed on Hermione. If it were she who put that charm, then Draco wouldn't be surprised that Sirius' charms backfired. Hermione was a very talented witch after all.
Good thing Dean was near him.
"Dean, I got to do something. Talk to you later," said Draco, eager to leave at once.
"Yeah, sure. Draco wait." Dean grabbed Draco's wrist. "Did you and Harry get in a fight or something?" he asked in a whisper.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's kind of hard not to notice. You're really giving him the cold shoulder. He's really worried about you, dude," said Dean. "You should've seen him a few days ago. He was harassing the whole common room because you went missing. Heh…anyways, give him a break. I'm saying this as his friend and yours."
Draco paused for a while. No way, no way he was going to warm up to Harry after all the hard work he had put in into setting the distance between them. Forcing a small smile on his face, he clapped Dean's shoulder. "Thanks, Dean. I'll keep that in mind." With that, Draco took leave of the common room.
As Draco left, Harry approached Dean. "Thanks, buddy. I owe you one."
"It's no big deal," replied Dean. "All you did ask me to do was say a few words. But I don't think he's going to listen, Harry. That smile on his face looked pret-ty fake."
Harry chuckled wistfully. "Even if it was a fake smile, if it was directed to me, I'd be the world's happiest brother right now."
Suddenly, the portrait swung open again. Draco had to use the bathroom and the closest one to him at the moment had been in the common room. The glove reacted again. This time it flew up. Ron saw what was happening and quickly fastened his hands around the wrist of the glove. The glove was wrestling to release itself.
Harry finished his conversation with Dean and moved towards the bathroom. He really had to go pee! He reached for the doorknob but someone else had been a second faster. Draco? "Hi, Draco…"
Draco nodded.
"Well, I didn't see much of you yesterday. Did you enjoy the Masquerade?" asked Harry.
"It managed to stall my boredom, if that's what you're asking."
Harry felt a pang in his heart, hearing those uncaring words. He really doesn't want me around. Those cold blue eyes… eyes? Now that Harry thought about it, Draco's eyes seemed to ring a bell in Harry's head. Heck, it rang thousands of bells that were as loud as alarms! But why? Why did Harry feel that he should remember something after seeing those eyes?
"Um…how did you end up in Lupin and Sirius' bedroom today?" asked Harry. "Now that I think of it, I've not talked to them much when they came here. They've never tried to contact me either. How strange…"
"They've been around me," said Draco. "You seemed so busy planning your date with Rhianna, I think they didn't want to disturb you."
"I wasn't busy. I wasn't busy at all."
"Harry, as much as I enjoy having a conversation with you in front of the bathroom, I really need to go," said Draco cynically. "Excuse me."
Just then, "Draco, watch out!" yelled Ron!
The glove had slipped from his grip and was flying towards Draco. Staring wide-eyed, Draco quickly sidestepped behind Harry, causing the glove to automatically change direction and –
"Ow!" Harry winced as the glove smacked itself onto his right shoulder with an astounding impact. "That smarts!" He took the glove by its index finger. It was trying to pull away again. "Hermione!"
Hermione waved her wand imperiously and almost immediately, the glove slumped, all life sucked out of it. Harry sighed in relief and tucked the glove into his pocket. He looked behind. "Draco?"
Draco was gone. Where was he? Harry frowned and walked away in disappointment. Draco, in truth, had not left the common room. So where was he? The bathroom, of course. Harry, in the excitement, had momentarily forgotten about his full bladder.
(A/N: If you did not understand what was going on with the glove, let me explain: Every time the glove flew towards Draco, there was always someone blocking its way (ex: Ron, Dean) therefore, cutting off its path to Draco. So it hits the person in front of Draco instead.)
"Hermione, no more Tracing Charms from now on, okay?" warned Harry.
"Harry," said Hermione, "let me get straight to the point. I don't think my charm backfired."
"What are you talking about?" asked Ron. "It was zipping around the common room like a deranged rodent."
But there was an all-knowing gleam in Hermione's eyes. Plus, she was smiling. She knew something.
"Tell me," said Harry.
"There is but one similarity to all three people who had been hit by the glove," said Hermione.
"They were all boys," stated Ron.
"Okay, there are two similarities."
"They were all fifth-year boys."
"Okay, there are three similarities, now would you quite interrupting me, Ron?" Ron sulked a bit. "Anyway," continued Hermione. "the remaining similarity is the answer to all the riddles. Harry, you should know what I'm talking about." A small pause. "I know who the jester is."
"Are you going to tell me?" asked Harry.
"No."
"This is no time to play jokes, Hermione."
"I'm not playing. I have to do something first," said Hermione. "I might not be correct." But her tone indicated that she was fully confident with her theory. "I'll tell you later, Harry. I promise."
Right now, Harry wanted to hit her but he refrained himself. If the truth to the secret had to wait…then it had to wait.
"The jig is up, I know where you were and what you had been doing during the Masquerade," said Hermione.
Draco turned towards her, unfazed. He knew this was coming. He knew the witch was too smart for her own good. Calmly, he said, "What are you planning to do? Why didn't you just tell Harry right away?"
"Because Harry is my friend," replied Hermione frankly. "And I don't want to see him suffer more because of you." Draco stiffened. This girl, she knew more than she let on. "I know, Draco. Remus told me."
Draco's breath got caught in his throat. Remus! He promised! Sirius was probably in on this too.
"Actually, I'm chiding myself for not figuring you out earlier," said the witch. "How silly of me to try the cat-and-mouse hunt with the glove. That was totally idiotic."
Draco clenched his hands into fists. He was at a loss for words. Now there was another who knew his secret.
"Draco."
Draco looked at Hermione.
"Do me a favour. Do yourself a favour and do Harry a favour. He is your brother and he loves you. He will accept you for whatever you are."
"How do you know? I've known him all my life and I'm not even sure of that."
"Then, you are blind." Hermione's words sounded like whispers that echoed in a hollow stone chamber. Ominous. "You are blinded by your own paranoia and fear, and one day your grief will consume you." Silence settled between them. It was Draco who broke it.
"What should I do?"
Hermione's features relaxed, now instead of an expression cold and hard as marble, her smile was soft and warm. "Go to him."
It was that simple.
Just as Hermione promised, she had told him about the jester. Not who the jester was though. She told him where the jester would be.
"He is waiting for you at the top of the Astronomy Tower at midnight," said Hermione. "Don't be late."
Which was exactly why Harry was running up the stairs in nothing more than his sneakers, pyjamas and a cloak over himself. The night was cold and he wished he had worn more layers before coming out. There was a full moon tonight, but the clouds blocked it from view. But through the clouds, the moon sent a misty light that seemed to shroud its surroundings in a faded glow.
Harry tried to muffle his footsteps as much as possible in case Filch was around the corner. Finally, he reached the apex of the Astronomy Tower. He bent over to catch his breath. There was nobody there. Okay, what's the big idea?
"Harry?" A figure emerged from within a shadow extended by one of the deeper nooks of the tower. "Harry, is that you?"
In the faded moonlight, the mask on the figure's face was unmistakably the one Harry saw on the night of the Masquerade. Porcelain white with a teardrop underneath its eyehole. And enchanting blue eyes stared out of the mask. Only the eyes were animated on the upper part of the face. That was why it was so easy to be drawn in by them. They were an enigma to Harry, those eyes.
"You're here," said Harry, half in surprise.
"You wanted to meet me," stated the jester. "You wouldn't let go of my glove."
"I will return it if you want," said Harry.
"It isn't important right now."
Harry nodded, not sure of what to say. Since the Masquerade, he had been yearning for another chance to meet his masked partner. Yet here he stood now, and he didn't know what to say or do. This moment could be classified as one of the oddest moments in his life. The jester didn't look so well either. He looked nervous, anxious and he was perspiring slightly despite the cloths he wore. He wore only a single shirt and pants. No cloak, no jacket, nothing to protect him from the biting cold.
"Harry, before I reveal myself to you…" The jester hesitated. "I have one request."
"Name it," said Harry.
"I want … I want a kiss from you."
To say that Harry was surprised was an understatement. A kiss? Harry hesitated. He never really kissed anyone before, let alone boys. Well, he actually did kiss someone once but only on the cheek. They had been very young and Draco had thought it was the neighbour's daughter who had kissed him. The blond had not been the wiser because he had shut his eyes when Harry kissed him.
Harry stared at the masked figure before him. Harry really wanted to know who this person in front of him was but… he wouldn't go that far.
"My kisses are only for the person I love," said Harry.
The jester was slight taken back. "You – you already have someone in your heart?"
Harry blushed. His gaze averted to the ground in front of him. "I'm not sure, actually. I think I have. Sometimes it sure feels like it. I'm unsure on how you would look at this but…" Harry brought his gaze up, looking at the jester straight in the eye. "Ever since childhood, the only person in my heart, the person I save my kisses for…is my little brother, Draco."
The jester stiffened visibly. Harry thought he had been stifling a choke.
"Do you think any less of me?… If that kiss is the only way you would permit me the sight of your face, then I'll just have to go on without knowing who you are, Sir Jester," said Harry with more confidence now. Silence. "I'm sorry," said Harry in a softer tone. "I'll just leave then."
"No, wait!" The jester had his head hung, facing the ground. "I…understand. I'm touched." He was mumbling now, his words slightly muffled but still decipherable. "I choose to reveal myself, with or without your kiss."
The jester straightened himself. The clouds moved away, no longer obstructing the moon. And its light shone brightly on the nightscape. Its rays of light touched the jester's self as he pulled off his long brown hair slowly and carefully. So it was a wig! His hand touched the white mask.
Harry could feel his heartbeat quicken. This was the moment of truth. The moonlight made the jester look like an angel with a doll's face.
The jester removed his mask unhurriedly. And Harry felt that he knew who was under that mask before the face was fully revealed. Because just before the mask fully went off, he remembered and recognised the jester's eyes. They were the same eyes he had stared into earlier. No one else had the same enchanting blue eyes. Only his brother, his little brother Draco.
His little brother Draco stood before him with the mask in one hand and the wig in another. Both fell to the stone floor. Tears were coursing down his cheeks. He looked like a sad seraph. "Harry." His voice was choked. "I'm sorry I lied to you and ignored you for so long. I didn't want to, I swear it wasn't what I wanted. But I couldn't tell you. I couldn't tell you the truth."
Harry strode over and pulled Draco into a warm but tight embrace. The blond returned the embrace, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder, tears wetting Harry's cloak.
"Shhh. Don't cry, Draco. I hate it when you cry."
Every tear you shed turns into knives that stab at my heart. Agony.
Draco tried to suppress the tears, but he started to hiccup. Harry still didn't let go. "I'm glad, Draco." Draco wanted to ask why but his hiccups prevented him from doing so. Harry rubbed his hand up and down Draco's back to soothe the hiccups.
He doesn't hate me. Let's go back to the days when we were happy. You really are something, Draco. Only you can give me this much hell and then bring me up to heaven with the briefest of your smile.
"Harry," whispered Draco, hiccups and tears subsiding. And Harry finally pulled out of the embrace all smiles. Then, he leaned in to kiss Draco on the cheek. Draco blushed deep red.
"What was that for?"
"You asked me for a kiss, didn't you? Though, I'm still puzzled. Why did you ask me for a kiss?" asked Harry. He was being awfully blatant. "Draco, just now you told me you couldn't tell me the truth. What truth couldn't you tell me?"
Draco bit his lip hard. Hermione's words came back to him. He is your brother and he loves you. He will accept you for whatever you are. It was now or never. "Harry, you know how some people say that people with incestuous love will be damned to hell?" Harry was holding his breath. "I think I might be going to hell, brother."