Title: I Will Not Forget
Author: Princesspepper
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Pfft, I'm no J.K. Rowling.
(A/N): Everyone seemed to be shocked yet pleased at my quick update! I was as well, I assure you. It was Friday morning at five o'clock, and I just stared at my computer screen, thinking, "Holy crap, I'm done!" So, hopefully this chapter won't take too long. Thank you all for the fantabulous reviews! I shall do personals now.
truthxinxshadow: Wow, that had me laughing so hard! It's reviews like that that make me want to keep going! I'm your favorite?? -Blushes-. Thanks so much, you made my day!
twodollartrick: Your review was one of the ones that makes me flat out SMILE. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm glad you really liked the chapter; I had my doubts. Okay, I'll start from the beginning as well! I'm glad you liked their clothes; you can thank Gryffindorgrl86 for Draco's ensemble. Okay, I'll tell you this much: Seamus was not in his right mind at the party. Maybe you've already figured that out, but trust me, you'll learn everything within the next few chapters. This sounds mean, but I'm glad you found that whole rape scene sad, where Harry finds him. I was going for that, that's why :-P. I promise you that by the end of this fic, Ricardo will be dead. And Harry will kill him. Okay? Now everyone celebrates, lol. Ha, yeah, you are one to talk; you put them through just as much torture as I do, if not more! Oh well, fluff doesn't make for a good fic most of the time. HAHAHA I knew everyone would be shocked when they saw I updated! I'm gonna try to update very frequently from now on. Probably not any closer together than I did last time, but close. Thanks again, I loved your review!
Aquilus: I'm glad you see it my way, and I'm most definitely glad you like it! Thanks for the review, enjoy!
Mistress Vamp: Hold on, be patient, you'll find out soon! Thanks!
Princesspeach13: Wow, very random, as usual. I think you broke a record for amount of inside jokes in one paragraph. LMAO. NO! GRAVITATION IS MIIINE!
Alex: Don't worry, it doesn't get much worse. Remember my promise for a happy ending! Thank you, and I will!
CatJetRat: Wow, you've woken up early to write too? Ha, it's nice to know someone is as desperate as I am! Or loves writing as much as I do, whichever way you'd like to put it :-P. Muchas gracias!
Draco Rox Mai Sox: Naw, the rape wasn't a shock to most people. I think everyone mostly saw it coming. Pfft, why should I update? You never do! -Snigger-. Kidding. I will!
Gryffindorgrl86: This review was especially entertaining, as I was awaiting your reaction to the rape the whole time, lol. I am a sucker for fluff too; sometimes it even makes me cry! Sorry, I'll make him wear eyeliner to the next party! I agree; guys in eyeliner are HOT. I thought your cussing was quite amusing, please don't feel sorry. And Ricardo will get what he deserves, and Harry will deliver it. So I hope that will make you happy! Oh, and what I meant by "implied rape" was that I didn't go into detail about it. It kinda just "faded to black." I'd imagine for once my readers were happy I did that on a lemon scene; they probably wouldn't want to read all the gritty details of Ricardo raping Draco. Ha, yes, I'm okay. I enjoy writing so much that I sacrifice two hours of sleep for it! I feel proud. Thank you so much for reviewing!
silver emerald eyes: No, I understand completely. I've got just that much to do, and I'm only 14 as well. It doesn't seem fair, does it? That didn't offend me in the slightest; I was fully aware that was a cliché. I just try to put twists on them when I feel it necessary to include them. You'll be finding out in chapter ten what, exactly, the whole plan was. Thank you for taking the time to review!
Starrarose: That flattered me beyond all reason –blushes-. Thank you so much!
preety-lady-serenity:-snigger- that made me laugh so hard. The whole THB thing cracks me up. Thanks so much, hope you enjoy!
Arwen Applestone: Your review really reassured me! I can't thank you enough! I love it when people compliment my plot; I always hope it isn't too common and predictable. You inspired me to get this chapter up quicker, so everyone can thank you! You have my undying gratitude!
This chapter is dedicated to the ones mentioned above as well as adina and lizziepooh29! Thank you all so much!
Ah, so this chapter is taking a bit of a break from the main plot. Its kind of a filler (I have a lot of those, don't I?) so don't expect any huge revelations. At least, I don't think there will be. But definitely keep an eye out for foreshadowing! Hm, since I'm in such a good mood, maybe I'll have Draco get over this quickly and give you lemon in this chapter! Uh, I'm not promising anything. I'll see where the story takes me. I think there may be a bit of lovely self-mutilation in this chapter or the next one. Nothing too serious. I just have a thirst for angst. Oh, and I wrote Snape very OOC at one part in this chapter, just a warning! Okay, here we go!
In the last chapter…
And so, they fell asleep, unknowing that the plan in store for them had only just commenced, and that they had played right into the trap set. Well, they would find out soon enough.
(Chapter Nine: Déjà Vu)
The couple spent the rest of their weekend walled up in their dorm room, refusing contact with any other human beings other than one another. Harry still thought Draco was insane whenever he initiated a snogging session, but Harry didn't mind enough to say anything. He was just slightly concerned that Draco may be in denial. He himself was having trouble dealing with the situation, so if Draco showed signs of weakness, Harry would let himself feel it too.
In fact, Harry wasn't nearly as strong as many people thought. He could easily break down at something that may seem insignificant to another person. And he was fighting doing so right now, as hard as he possibly could. Just as if Draco showed weakness he would break down, if Harry showed weakness Draco would. It sounds cliché, but in this situation it is quite literal; Harry needed to be strong for Draco.
On Monday, Harry and Draco woke up at the normal time and, with dread in their hearts, got ready for school. Needless to say, Draco was very nervous. He didn't want to go, he was dreading seeing Ricardo. Or, IT, as he now called him. He was also dreading Harry seeing IT, for he didn't want there to be a murder so early in the morning.
So they slowly made their way to potions. They took their normal seats as Snape announced that they would be making their first potion of the year today.
"I expect you all to do this perfectly today," he looked at Draco pointedly, "this is among the simplest of antidotes. Begin."
Harry and Draco instantly began gathering their ingredients together, but Snape gave them a look. "I expect you to be working ALONE." Harry reluctantly gave Draco all the ingredients and went to gather his own.
The period passed in silence, everybody concentrating on his or her own potion to give Professor Snape a good first impression. Harry had just finished; corking the vile he had poured some in. He marveled at the fact that, for once, it was the correct color and consistency. He was returning to his seat after giving Snape the vial, when he heard a huge explosion coming from next to him. Harry started, turning his head to look for the source of the explosion. He was quite surprised (as was Snape) to see that it was Draco that was the cause of all the chaos.
Snape just stared, looking perplexed. He was sure that he was hallucinating; Draco never messed up even the most complex of potions. He knew his godson very well, and he knew something strange must be afoot (dun dun DUUUN!).
Snape walked over briskly to help Draco, who was holding back tears of embarrassment, clean up his spilt potion. When he was bending down to clean the floor with a sweep of his wand, he quickly whispered, "see me after class," in Draco's ear. Draco nodded, his face turning redder.
Harry saw the distraught look on Draco's face and came over to console him. He encircled his arm around the other boy's shoulders and asked, "What happened?"
"I was distracted. Upset and all… from Friday." He said, but refused to meet Harry's gaze.
"Understandable," Harry said, nodding, "but I think we should at least tell Snape what happened. He's your godfather, isn't he?"
Draco nodded. "It's going to be embarrassing!"
Harry sighed, exasperated. "Snape cares about you! He'll want to hear these things!"
Draco nodded in resignation. When the bell rang, the two made their way up to Snape's desk. He gave them a look, as they were together again.
"Mr. Potter! What are you doing here? I requested a word with Draco, not you!"
"Well, this kind of pertains to me as well," he said in a huffy voice, his hands on his hips.
Snape glared. "Very well. What is wrong, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Um… well, you see… there was this party…"
"On Friday…" Harry added.
"Yes, and well… I got kinda drunk."
Snape's eyes narrowed. He was very protective over Draco. "Please, continue."
"Well, I wasn't in my right mind! Because of the alcohol and all, so I followed this guy upstairs."
Snape glared harder, if that was indeed possible. "Were you involved with said 'guy'?"
Apparently Snape was aware of Draco's sexual orientation.
"No! No, we were just 'friends.'" Draco said resentfully.
Snape nodded and beckoned him to go on.
"And… well, I had had a lot to drink…" Draco's voice trailed off; now that he was actually getting to the point, he didn't feel strong enough to actually tell Snape what happened. He gave Harry a pleading look.
Harry sighed. "The guy raped him." he said, looking at Snape, anticipating his reaction.
Snape's eyes widened, and Harry distinctly saw a vein on his temple begin to pulsate. "He… did… WHAT?!" Snape bellowed; shocking Harry and Draco, making them jump backwards.
Once Draco's shock had left him, he began nodding vigorously. Then, he looked at his feet, waiting for what Snape would say next. "That BASTARD!" he continued fuming. Harry was slightly shocked at hearing his Professor curse, but took it in stride.
"Who is this guy?" Snape said, calming down slightly. "Wait a minute… are you hurt?" he said, looking at Draco critically.
"N-no, Harry healed me." He said, jerking his head in Harry's direction, who smiled weakly at Snape.
Snape nodded in approval. "What about internal injuries? Rape can cause a lot of problems if you don't take care of it right away."
"I healed those too, Sir." Harry said. Snape nodded again.
"Now just one question. Well, maybe two. Since when are you two on first name basis, and what does all this have to do with Potter?" Snape spit out Harry's name as if it were poison.
Harry and Draco looked at each other. This was possibly the hardest part of their conversation. How were they going to break this to Snape?
"Uh, you see…"
"Well… it's like this…"
"Uh, in sixth year…"
"Erm, we started being… friends…"
Snape looked at them questioningly. He smelled something fishy. And he didn't really believe them, either (redundancy rocks).
"Let me rephrase that… what is really going on?"
"Heh, there's no easy way to say this…"
Snape was dreading what ever it was Draco was going to say. This was not going to be pretty.
"Well, you see, we're roommates now."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "That can't possibly be the whole explanation. Tell me the truth Mr. Potter!"
"Uh… well…"
"QUIT SAYING THAT!" Snape bellowed.
"Pfft, fine. A bond was formed between us. It started in sixth year."
"A BOND? You two are BONDED? How touching."
"NO! Not that kind of bond. A magical bond." Draco said.
Snape's jaw dropped. "W-what kind of magical bond?" he uncharacteristically stuttered.
"…A love bond…" Harry said in a small voice.
If possible, Snape's jaw dropped even lower. Harry swore that it hit his desk. "WHAT?!" was Snape's initial reaction, his eyes bugging out. Then, he started laughing. Hysterically. Which was not what either of them were expecting.
They just stood there awkwardly, watching as tears streamed from Snape's eyes, as he was laughing so hard.
"You two…" Snape's voice trailed off as he was hit with another bout of hysterical laughter. Harry and Draco would have been overcome with amusement, but, considering the circumstances, they were very scared.
When Snape had finally composed himself (that took a while…) he took a deep breath. "So, what you're telling me is that you two are together?" he said, trying to gain back their respect by being intimidating.
The two boys nodded in unison, their eyes never leaving his face.
"I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!" Snape yelled, triumphantly slamming his fist on his desk (oh the pain), which made the boys jump.
"I KNEW YOU TWO WEREN'T GOING TO STAY ENEMIES! THEY SAID I WAS WRONG! THEY SAID I WAS CRAZY, BUT I KNEW!"
Snape sobered suddenly, and blanched. "You just realized what that meant, didn't you?"
"I curse my mental images right now." Snape muttered. "Not only that, but you just saw me go berserk. I need to lay off that coffee… if you two breathe a word of this, you will find yourself failing every class. Do we understand each other?"
Harry and Draco nodded vigorously, scared once more. "Anyway," Snape continued, returning to his composed state, "about this rape business… Draco, do you think you need to see a guidance counselor?"
Draco shook his head. "I'll be all right. Harry's been helping me a lot." Snape cringed.
"Very well then." He said, still looking paler than usual. Harry sniggered at what he was sure Snape was thinking. "Shut up, Potter…" Snape muttered.
"Er… Draco?" Snape said tentatively, looking at his godson.
"Eh?" Draco said, distracted; he had been concentrating on the look on Harry's face as he was thinking nasty thoughts.
"Do you want to tell me who it was? I mean, they should certainly be punished for what they did."
A pained look spread across Draco's face. "I don't think I'm ready to talk about that yet."
Snape nodded, but then froze. "Wait a minute." He seethed. "If you two are together… why did you let someone drag him off upstairs, Potter?"
Harry sighed. "I was dealing with some trouble of my own. I was actually aware of what was going on," Snape's eyes bulged as he said this, "BUT, someone had me locked in a room with them."
"Fine! Just remember," he said, looking at Draco again, "if you need to speak with anybody, my door is always open. As long as you knock." He added, as an afterthought.
"Same here, Sev. Just don't forget the knocking part; you may have some more disturbing mental images to deal with." Draco teased, getting ready to leave.
Snape twitched, but didn't respond. It was obvious that he was having a battle with mental images once more. "I'll see you two tomorrow. Now GET OUT!"
Harry made a move to leave. "POTTER!" Snape yelled. 'Damn,' Harry thought, 'I was sure I was off the hook.'
"Yes, Professor?" he said, turning around slowly.
"I would like a private word with you." Snape said in his most menacing voice. Draco scoffed and left the room, waiting just outside.
Snape watched warily as the door closed, quickly turning to Harry. "Listen, Potter. I've known Draco since he was very, very young. He's my godson, in fact."
"I know." Harry said, sniggering.
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME! Anyway, I happen to know for a fact that… well, let's just say he's sort of… unstable when it comes to certain bad emotions. I'm counting on you to make sure that he has NO REASON to be upset due to you! He obviously cares for you, although I cannot fathom why, so you better… POTTER! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Snape yelled at Harry because he was laughing. Harry knew this was a really bad idea, but he could not hold it back any longer. "S—sorry Professor," he chortled, trying hard to repress the laughter.
"May I inquire as to WHAT you are laughing at?"
"I don't know; it's just funny. You being so overly-protective of Draco and all. And I never thought we would be having a conversation even remotely close to this one."
Harry could have sworn he saw the corner of Snape's mouth twitch slightly, as if he were going to smile. "Well, he needed some sort of father figure that didn't give him death threats three times a week."
Harry nodded understandably. "Sir, I would never do anything to hurt Draco. Believe me." He said sincerely.
"Very well," Snape sighed, "I seem to have gotten the point across well enough. That being said… GET OUT!"
Harry turned on his heel instantaneously and moved swiftly out the door, quite eager to get out of the same room as Snape.
'Does he always have to yell, "get out"?' Harry sniggered mentally as he left the potions room.
'…' Draco didn't respond.
"Draco?" Harry said out loud, turning to Draco.
"What?" Draco said expectantly.
"Did you hear my thought?"
"What thought?"
"I'll take that as a no." Harry said, concerned.
"That's so weird." Draco said, looking at Harry, obviously concerned. "When did that start happening?"
Harry thought for a moment. When did it start happening? Suddenly, the thought came to him. "Wasn't it when Ricardo—" Harry stopped talking abruptly when he saw Draco's reaction to the name. "I mean… IT. It was when IT had started trying to steal you from me."
Draco sighed and shook his head. "How could I have been so thick?"
"I really don't know. It still perplexes me." Harry responded, slipping his arm around Draco's waist.
"Anyway, wasn't that weird seeing Snape laugh like that?" Draco said, now going into a fit of hysterics, remembering the look on his godfather's face.
"Yeah, I'm surprised his face didn't make a creaking sound." Harry agreed, starting to laugh as well.
The day went by very quickly, as both boys were dreading their last class. There was no need to say that it would be extremely awkward, not to mention infuriating, when the boys came in contact with the two people who made their Friday night miserable.
Nicely enough, when the two took their seats, they were pleasantly surprised to see that Ricardo was not present. Seamus, however, was.
When he attempted to strike up a conversation with Harry, Harry snubbed him relentlessly. Harry was surprised to see the confused look on Seamus's face, but he still said nothing to him.
Harry was snapped out of his furious state when he noticed that Draco had passed him a note. He unfolded it and read it.
You never did tell me what happened with you on Friday. You told Snape someone had you trapped. Who was it and what happened?
Harry sighed angrily at the memory. Hastily, he scribbled back.
It was this bastard, sitting on my other side. He took advantage of me while I was drunk. Pulled me into the back room and started making out with me by force! I was really scared for a few minutes; I thought he was going to rape me.
Harry watched Draco's face as he read the note. After reading the first sentence, Harry saw his normally pale face turn red with fury, looking over at Seamus with contempt.
I will have a talk with that bastard, Draco wrote back, one involving a whole lot of flying fists.
Harry shot him a warning look. "Don't!" he whispered, "you'll get in a whole lot of trouble."
"I don't give a shit!" Draco hissed back, "He deserves to be pounded to a bloody pulp!"
Harry inwardly sniggered at the idea, but he couldn't let Draco do that. "No! Listen, I'll have a talk with him, after class."
"Fine! But I'm coming!" Draco seethed, eyeing Seamus venomously.
"Of course you are, I wouldn't go if you weren't." Said Harry approvingly.
Draco smiled smugly. "Well tell him then! Go on!"
Harry sighed, dreading talking to the person who caused all his mental turmoil. "Finnigan!" he hissed, turning towards Seamus.
Seamus smiled at him. "Hi Harry! What's up?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Cut the small talk. Meet me after class, same place as last time."
Seamus nodded eagerly and went back to taking notes.
Meanwhile, Draco was fingering his wand, anticipation running through his bloodstream. He was going to send that bastard to the Hospital Wing in the worst possible way if it was the last thing he did.
Harry dragged his feet sluggishly when the bell finally rang, meaning to drop off his books before meeting Seamus. Draco latched onto his arm as they neared the door.
"Draco," Harry said seriously, turning to his lover, "I know how angry you are, but please don't get violent. I don't want you getting in trouble."
"Don't worry, Harry," Draco said in the most sickeningly sweet way, "I wouldn't dream of hexing Finnigan to hell and back before you can say 'Quidditch'! Where ever did you get that idea?"
"It's so comforting that you put so much thought into what you aren't going to do." Harry muttered sarcastically.
Draco merely smiled at him pleasantly. This was going to end in disaster.
As last time, when Harry and Draco arrived at the fountain, Seamus was already there. He was standing there expectantly, his sandy hair getting blown back by the wind.
"Hi, Harry! Malfoy!" he said brightly, getting slightly startled by the twin looks of hatred he was getting. "Hey…" he said suspiciously, "what's wrong?"
Harry sighed with exasperation. "You very well know what's wrong! Seamus, how could you do that? I thought we were going to be friends!"
Even Draco couldn't deny that the look on Seamus's face was nothing short of confusion. "Wait, what did I do?" he said suspiciously, eying Harry.
"Don't play dumb, you filthy bastard!" Draco seethed, lunging towards Seamus. Seamus started, backing up abruptly, but before Draco could do anything, Harry grabbed his arm to restrain him.
"Honestly, guys," Seamus said, trembling slightly from the shock. "I haven't the faintest clue what you are talking about."
"But the party! On Friday? It was in your room! How could…"
Seamus looked at him quizzically. "I wasn't feeling well on Friday! Ricardo told me I passed out early in the evening! I woke up way after the party ended!"
Draco visibly flinched. "You're telling me," he said slowly and clearly, "that you have no recollection whatsoever of what happened on Friday?"
"Yes! I remember nothing!" he said earnestly. Harry looked him in the eye and knew he wasn't lying. Seamus was always a really bad liar, and the way his eyes were wide with fear also revealed the sheer confusion he was harboring.
When Harry emerged from his thoughts, he noticed that Draco was yelling at Seamus again. "Draco, stop! He's telling the truth!"
Draco paused in mid-sentence, his mouth still agape. "But Harry!" he whined, "that's impossible!"
"No, Draco, no it's not," Harry responded, running his fingers through his hair distractedly.
"See!" Seamus said, looking at Draco, "Harry believes me!"
In Draco's fragile mental state, that was all he needed to be pushed over the edge.
"Why you little…" he seethed, charging towards Seamus suddenly.
Seamus yelped, trying desperately to get away. In an instant, Draco had his wand pointed right between Seamus's eyes. He had opened his mouth to let the nastiest of hexes roll off his tongue, but Harry was far to quick for him.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, catching Draco's wand as it flew towards him. But that didn't stop Draco.
Harry had so much as blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he gasped at the sight that greeted him. Draco was on top of Seamus, his hands encircling his neck threateningly. Seamus gasped, looking at Draco with a horrified grimace.
"Don't you ever," Draco spat, "lay a finger on Harry, ever again!"
"But I didn't—" Seamus protested.
"Silence! Draco shouted, jabbing a finger into Seamus's chest. He was about to do something, but apparently thought better of it when Harry started shouting.
"Draco! What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell off of him!" Harry screeched, running towards them in an attempt to pry Draco off the writing Seamus.
"NOT TILL I'M THROUGH!" Draco shouted, delivering a sharp punch to Seamus's nose.
"DRACO! LISTEN TO ME GODDAMMIT!" Harry shouted, grabbing Draco's arm.
"You have to believe him! He didn't do anything! Someone else is behind this!"
Draco reluctantly climbed off of Seamus, who now had a considerable amount of blood streaming from his nose. He looked quite relieved, although still scared Draco was going to pounce again.
"Here Seamus, let me help you up," Harry said apologetically. "I'm sorry; he has a really bad temper. He can be a real baby sometimes." He continued, offering Seamus his hand, whom took it gratefully.
Draco, however, was not very happy about his kindness. The instant Seamus's hand made contact with Harry's, Draco's eyes began blazing once more. Seamus was now on his feet, dusting off his robes. Unsuspecting. 'Perfect' thought Draco. He slowly bent down and picked his wand up from the floor where Harry had dropped it. Slowly, slowly, he stood up straight. Before Seamus knew what was happening, Draco had thrown a leg locking curse on him, making him fall back over.
"DRACO!" Harry seethed, quickly performing the countercurse. "What did he do to you?" he spat, going to help up Seamus again.
"NO PHYSICAL CONTACT!" Screeched Draco, slapping Seamus's hand away from Harry's.
"Honestly, Draco! What has gotten into you? I told you; he didn't do anything, and he's not going to try anything!"
Draco threw his hands up in defeat and allowed Harry to pick Seamus up. By now, as anyone could have guessed, Seamus was thoroughly shaken up. He quickly said goodbye to Harry to run towards the building, not caring who saw.
Draco started laughing maniacally at Seamus's retreating figure. Harry smacked him on the back of the head sharply. "Ow!" he yelped, rubbing his head where Harry hit him.
"You deserved it, you jackass!" Harry said, giving Draco another smack for good measure.
"Fair enough," Draco muttered, "but at least you're mine again."
Harry looked at Draco and rolled his eyes. "I don't belong to anybody. However, if that's how you want to look at it, I was always yours."
Draco looked at him fondly and pecked him on the cheek before leading him back up to the school by his hand.
The weeks passed, and Harry grew more and more suspicious. Ricardo was not showing up for class. Not once did Harry see him since the party. Part of him was glad; why would he want to see that bastard? However, another, more rational part of Harry was concerned. Since he met Ricardo he had an uneasy feeling about him. He always thought there was more to him than met the eye.
Draco, however, seemed to be blissfully unaware of Harry's concerns. He went about as normal, being just as stubborn as usual. Harry noticed that he had completely returned to normal since the rape incident, save for the fact he still didn't want to have sex. They did other things; Draco had no qualms about that, but he did not want to take it any further. Harry didn't blame him, of course, but he had to admit it was very frustrating.
So, of course, Harry wasn't as surprised as one may have thought he would be when something utterly dreadful happened. At first he was, but... well, I suppose I should start at the beginning…
It was a Friday night, exactly four weeks after the incident. Harry and Draco were lying on the latter's bed, having a particularly heated snogging session. Harry could be found straddling Draco's hips while gently sucking on a sensitive spot at the base of his neck, purposely drawing low, guttural moans from the back of Draco's throat. Draco had his hands on either side of Harry's torso, moving them up and down as Harry ravished his neck. This was not uncommon for the two; they did something similar to this practically every night. Harry's lips found Draco's at last, and they crashed together with such force that Draco was completely winded. Once he pulled away and gulped in some more oxygen, they were upon one another once more. Harry thrust his tongue into Draco's hot mouth, running it over Draco's teeth and lips. Draco fought back eagerly, as he always did, but suddenly froze.
Harry pulled away and looked at him oddly. "What's wrong?" he muttered through swollen lips.
"Did you try to say something to me… through my mind?" Draco asked, looking very shell-shocked.
"N-no," Harry stammered, getting thoroughly creeped by his boyfriend's abnormal behavior. "What did you hear, love?"
"It was like… laughing. Sort of." Draco said, casting Harry a sideways glance.
Harry gulped audibly. "Anything else?"
"Eh… I heard some words, but I couldn't exactly make them out." Draco said, knitting his brow thoughtfully.
"Oh, shit," Harry muttered, almost inaudibly so.
"Hm?" Draco said, now beginning to shiver at the loss of contact.
"Nothing," Harry said, trying to sound unconcerned. He lowered himself down until his body was covering Draco's trembling one. The instant they had made contact again, Draco stopped shivering, and Harry began showering him with kisses once more.
The two fell asleep a few hours later, side-by-side in the same bed. How did Harry not feel what happened late in the night?
When morning crept onto the horizon, Harry felt a sliver of light seep through the blinds, directing itself right on his eyelid. Not only did he find this very annoying, but he also knew it was a good thing he was awake. He would have slept all day, had the sun not waken him up.
Upon reluctantly opening his eyes, Harry discovered several things wrong with his surroundings. Several very unsettling things. The first thing he noticed was that several pieces of furniture had been overturned. Then, he saw a note taped to the door. Lastly, he realized he was alone in the bed.
At this last thought, Harry sat upright in an instant, his eyes bulging in surprise. He grabbed his glasses off the night table, jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. Draco wasn't there. Out in the hall? No, not there either. Harry was beginning to panic. Why did this keep happening?
In Harry's panicked stupor, he forgot all about the note on the door. When the thought came back to him, he rushed over and tore it off. His eyes quickly scanned the parchment, noticing immediately that it was written in Draco's hand.
After reading over the note the first time, Harry's brain still hadn't registered what it was saying. After the second reading, however, tears were streaming down his face and softly splashing onto the parchment he was holding. Harry did notice, however, that it was written in a very haphazard way.
Potter,
I know It Must have
startLed You that I was gone, however, It had to be done. I couldN't
stay here with you any lonGer, and I couldn't just LEave while you
were awake. I don't know what I saw in you in The first place; why
did I ever agree To be your lovER? I should have known thIS would
happen. I can never sTay attached to any one person foR too long.
This mAy seem sudden, but the fact is, I've been thinking about it
for a while. I know you're Probably upset, but don't be. It's
not like I'm just leaving, you must have seen this coming,
or are you that thick? I've known all along I can do so much better.
-DM
(End Of Chapter Nine)
(A/N): -snigger- HAHAHAHA. –Cough- sorry for laughing at your expense. I just think it's so funny. You all were expecting for this chapter to be all mellow, then I go and pull something like that! I'm truly evil, I know. It's all my fault! I TOLD you it would be nothing big. But see, since I wrote my first A/N I did some major plot re-working. I don't like to go back and change my author's notes, so I didn't bother. Oh, and I'm sorry if I spelled or punctuated the chapter title wrong. French is not my forte. Please feel free to correct me. Uh… yeah. See, I was sitting in English class, and we had a sub that let us do anything we wanted, so I sketched out the next ten chapters on a piece of loose-leaf! Now that my story has a backbone that I can clearly see, I'll be writing a lot more easily. Sorry for the lack of smut and lemon, but that's not what is important to the story right now. You will be finding out the ultimate plot for this section of the story in the next chapter!
And, again, I'm sorry for ending it where I did. I was going to write more, but the chapter just kept growing and growing. Plus, this was the best cliffhanger I could think of -laughs-. I was actually going to end it a few paragraphs sooner, when Harry first realizes he's alone, but somehow I thought this would be better. Just keep chanting "happy ending." Believe me, I had a reason for that note. Maybe I'm just putting myself down, but I think it's kind of obvious. Well, maybe it's only obvious if you know it's there. Let me know what you think! Which reminds me of the next issue to bring up- REVIEWS. I've been getting about five fewer than I usually get lately! I'm severely disappointed in those of you that don't review! -Points- BAD BAD PEOPLE! Well, not BAD, but you are ruining things for the people who DO review! If I don't get more, I'm going to start posting less often again! -Checks how many she has now- I'm not posting until I have AT LEAST 170! I'd prefer 175! I'm sorry for the threats, but sometimes it's the only way to get through to people. So REVIEW and save me a lot of pain! Please??? Okay, thank you all, and review! Even if it's just a one-liner! Or am I that unloved? -sniff- Until next time,
XOXO Princesspepper OXOX