Warning! Warning: This story contains strong violent words and Sexual contact (I've decided that I would rather you guys read and find out what kind of sexual Content goes on) DM/HP Slash so if your scarred or don't want to read it GO AWAY! Otherwise Enjoy! J
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The next morning Harry woke up before Draco. The sun was just beginning to come up over the rooftops, as Harry opened his eyes. Draco was still asleep next to him, letting out slow, steady breaths.
Harry got out of the bed, moving slowly so he wouldn't wake Draco. He needed to go get some stuff from Diagon Alley if he was going back to Hogwarts. He wondered if he could get there by apparating.
He looked around the floor, trying to find some clothing to put on. He saw Draco's jeans laying on the floor, they were where Harry had pulled them off the night before. He picked them up and pulled them on over his waist. They felt comfortable, and they did fit. This surprised Harry as he thought Draco was smaller than he was.
Next, he opened his closet and pulled a green, silk shirt from it. He pulled it on, leaving the top three buttons undone. His eyes glanced in the bottom of his closet. He saw his old school trunk lying on the floor, behind shoes and boxes.
I may need my wand if I'm going back. Harry thought. He kneeled down on the floor, pushing a couple of boxes out of his way, and pulled open his trunk. Laying on top of a neatly folded cloak, lay his wand. He picked it up and felt a tingle in his fingers. He felt a completeness that he hadn't felt in a very long time.
He put it inside his jeans and closed the trunk back. He shut his closet door and walked into the living room.
The television was still on. The news was playing on the screen.
"Two more muggle families killed in an unexplainable death, authorities are unable to find a cause." The news anchor said.
Harry glanced at the television and felt his stomach flip a little. He ignored it and turned off the television.
People die all the time, this has nothing to do with whats happening in the Wizarding world. Harry told himself, willing himself to believe it.
He picked up his sneakers and slid them on over the socks he hadn't bothered to take off from the previous day.
I need to change my contacts too. Harry thought. He walked into the bathroom. He hated taking his contacts out, he always felt like he was going to poke his eye out. He switched the old ones with the new and walked back into the living room.
He decided to leave a note for Draco, after all Harry didn't want him to worry. Harry picked up a pen and notepad.
Draco,
I needed to get some robes and other things from Diagon Alley. I'll be back around three and we can take the Floo Network to Hogwarts.
Harry
Harry put the letter in the kitchen, on the refrigerator.
I hope this works. Harry thought. He closed his eyes and imagined Diagon Alley, full of people, and imagined himself just appearing there . He felt a tug and he opened his eyes. He was in a street full of people. He was in Diagon Alley.
He looked around at the crowds walking in and out of shops. He saw a bunch of students some carrying shopping bags, others pulling Cauldrons, one was even carrying a newly wrapped broom.
"Harry?" Harry turned around. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't even been back five minutes and he already saw his best friends.
"Hermione! Ron!" Harry said. He ran over to the both of them and gave them each a long, strong hug. He felt so happy, he had missed them so much.
"When did you get back?" Hermione asked, starting to cry. She pulled Harry into another hug before he could answer.
"I got back just now." Harry said. "I needed to get some things from Diagon Alley before I went back to Hogwarts with Draco."
"Why are you going with Draco?" Ron asked, sounding a little disgusted. Harry couldn't tell them that he and Draco were dating, they would freak out.
"Dumbledore sent him to bring me back." Harry said. He looked at them both, their faces still plastered with a smile.
"We were just getting ready to go and buy some books for Hermione and then I've got to get some new quidditch robes." Ron said. "Do you want to come with us?"
"Sure. I want to get a good look around before I leave." Harry said.
The trio began to walk down the street, Harry looking around at the faces walking up or down the street. He even glanced inside the shops and saw the shop keepers helping people.
"So what are you two doing now?" Harry asked them. He noticed that they had been watching him while he looked inside the shops.
"I'm an Auror during Hogwarts summer break, and I teach Charms during the school year." Hermione said. Harry shook his head, that sounded like Hermione, never a slow moment.
"I'm a keeper for the Chudley Cannons, but I help Fred and George in the off season." Ron said. He smiled gesturing to a shop a little down the way.
Harry looked down the street and saw a line of people standing outside a small shop. They were watching someone demonstrate something. As Harry, Ron and Hermione got closer Harry saw that the person demonstrating was Fred Weasley.
"This pretty little item my brother and I created back in our Hogwarts days." He held up a small candy that Harry recognized as Ton-Tongue Toffee.
"What does it do?" asked a small boy in the crowd. Fred put on a sinister smile.
"Exactly what the name says. It makes your tongue weigh a ton, perfect for a good laugh at someone's expense. The counter spell is on the wrapper for a quick reverse." Fred said, holding up the wrapper for the candy.
Harry shook his head, remembering the time that Fred and George used the candy on Dudley.
"Hey Harry!" Fred shouted over the thinning crowd. He made his way over to where the trio stood.
"Hey mate, its good to see you! Where have you been?" He asked, shaking Harry's hand vigorously.
"I had to get away to protect…" Harry started but didn't get to finish. A ghost had flown over his head, throwing a balloon at him.
"Hey, its potty-wotty." Peeves the poltergeist shouted. The balloon landed on the ground and vines burst from where it landed.
"What is he doing here?" Harry asked Fred as Ron pulled Hermione out of the way of another balloon.
"He's our mascot. After Filch died he got bored because Dumbledore didn't hire a new caretaker. So we asked him to come be our mascot." Fred finished, dodging a balloon headed for him.
"What is he throwing?" Hermione asked. The balloon hit a young women and vines proceeded to wrap her body like a mummy.
"There our new product for Halloween. We call it King Vine, get it?" Fred asked smiling, but they all shook their heads and his smile faded.
"Well, it's supposed to be an allusion to King Tut, but I guess George and I better think of something different." Fred said. The vines had started to strangle the young women.
Fred waved his wand and the vines disappeared. Harry saw that the young women was Angelina Johnson.
"Fred Weasley! These tricks of yours are going to kill me," Angelina dodged another balloon. "If he doesn't kill me first." She pointed to Peeves.
"Sorry, sweetheart. We've also got to fix that small side effect." Fred said, giving her a small kiss. Harry hardly thought being strangled was a small side effect.
"Yeah, I bet you are. I love you…Harry?" Angelina had just spotted Harry. Fred looked at her angrily, then he realized what she meant. She rushed over and gave Harry a tight hug.
"Its so good to see you again. How have you been?" She asked, holding some bags in her hands. Harry started to answer, but didn't get a chance.
"I'm going inside. These bags are very heavy." She walked inside the shop, dodging another balloon.
"Where's George?" Harry asked. Everyone suddenly got quite and looked away. Harry looked around at the faces and realized he had said something.
"He's…in…St.Mungo's. In the…Psychiatric Ward of the hospital." Fred whispered, looking at the floor. Harry quietly wished he hadn't asked, but he had started already.
"Why?" Harry said. The faces were all downcast.
"He…he's…a…he's…" Fred said. He was having trouble looking Harry in the eye.
"Oh, for heaven sakes. He's gay." Hermione said. The guys still looked at the ground, but Hermione looked pissed.
"You act like its such a bad thing and you treat him like shit." Hermione said. Passersby looked at Hermione, who was not bothering to keep her voice down.
"Hermione…," Ron said in a whiny voice. "Its…its…not right."
The look in Hermione's eyes was that of anger. She looked at Ron and Fred, then she smacked Ron across the face.
"Who the hell are you to say what is and isn't right." Turning on her heel, she stormed down the street.
"Hermione, I…" Ron looked like he was about to cry. He ran after her, leaving Harry and Fred just watching. Harry couldn't believe that they were acting this way.
"How did you find out he was gay?" Harry asked. Fred looked at Harry and then back at the floor.
"I found out first. I was walking into our room at the Burrow and He threw the covers over himself real fast. So I assumed of course that he had someone in there. So I joked with him about it. I yanked off the covers and it was Draco Malfoy." Fred shook his head.
Harry's mouth fell open. He felt light headed.
He slept with Draco. Harry's heart was breaking. He slept with Draco Malfoy.
"Well, I didn't know what to say so I just kinda gave a disgusted face and walked out. Later that night, during dinner, he told everyone that he was gay. Well Dad freaked out, but mum nodded and told Ginny to pass the potato salad. About a week ago Dad convinced him to go to St.Mungo's for help." Fred finished.
A large group of kids walked into the shop. "Well, Harry, I have to go. It was good catching up, don't be a stranger."
Harry watched Fred walk back inside the shop. Harry's heart was hurting. The same thought kept bouncing in his head as he looked for Ron and Hermione.
He slept with George. Harry's heart was as high as a kite this morning, but now it had been stuck by lightening.
Harry spotted Hermione inside of Flourish and Blotts. He walked inside, passing a group of girls that gawked at him even after he'd passed.
"Where's Ron?" Harry asked. Hermione pulled a bottle out of her pocket. Inside was a cockroach. Harry shook his head.
"You didn't." Harry said, watching the cockroach try to find a means of escape.
Hermione smiled, then placed the bottle back in her pocket.
"Maybe next time he'll hold his tongue." Hermione opened a book and a hand grabbed at her face. She quickly slammed it shut.
"Is it really that bad?" Harry asked, feeling that he could trust Hermione.
"What?" Hermione asked. Pulling another book of the shelves and immersing her head inside. Harry read the cover Most Recent Discoveries: Charms and Potions for Everyone.
"Being Gay. I thought that…well people would…Never mind." Harry said, changing his mind.
Hermione looked up from the book and watched Harry. He looked at Her, then at the floor. He couldn't look her in the face.
"Harry…your…are you?" Harry looked at her and nodded. Hermione's face turned into a brilliant smile. She dropped the book and hugged him.
"Oh, Harry. That's great." Hermione smiled and picked up her book. "How did you find out?" She asked.
"Hermione…" Harry said, blushing "There's only one way you could find out your gay."
"Well, who?" She asked, her face blushing a little bit. Harry wasn't sure he wanted to tell Hermione who it was with.
"It was…well…Don't worry about it. What do you know about George?" Harry asked. Hermione put her book back on the shelf and continued looking.
"Well, I know that he slept with Draco. He seemed to be really in love with him too, but Draco just used him. Draco only cares about himself, nothing has changed since Hogwarts." Hermione said, pulling off a copy of Taming your Boyfriend: A Guide to controlling.
"How do you know that Draco only used him?" Harry asked, getting frustrated at how rude Hermione was towards Draco.
"Well, because he never comes to see George. You would think Draco would at least talk to him about what happened." Hermione said. "I know how he is, Harry. He is the new Potions master at Hogwarts and he did make our lives a living hell."
Hermione put her book back in its spot, continuing on to look for another.
Harry walked to towards the back of the bookshop, his heart sinking at every step he took. He walked around the shop, looking for a section that interested him. Finally at the back corner of the shop he stopped.
Gay/Lesbian Readings. Harry walked down the isle. He saw several witches and Wizards there, each looking up and smiling at him as he walked past. He looked up and down the different shelves until he found a book that caught his attention.
Wondering If Your Lover Loves You: A Guide to Finding the Truth. Harry picked up the book and turned it over in his hands.
Are you wondering if you lover actually loves you for
Who you are? Well, this book contains your answer.
Inside you will find a complete index of spells, potions
And charms that will help you know what you need to.
Harry turned the book back over in his hands. He looked at the price stamped on the front and decided to buy it. He continued up and down the isles, looking at other books.
After looking for another five minutes he found another book, Finding Who You Are. He decided he needed to go, he still needed to get his robes.
"Harry, there you are. What did you get?" Hermione asked. Harry showed her the two books and she smiled, blushing just a little.
"Hermione, What do you need all those for?" Harry asked, indicating the seven or so books she had in her hand.
"Well, I need to look at some new books for my charms class. New charms are coming out all the time." She placed her order on the desk in front of the cashier.
"Yeah, what's new since I left?" Harry asked, immediately he regretted it. She began to tell him the stories of the house-elf's new freedom.
"Hermione, I don't want to sound rude, but I don't care." Harry said, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. She blushed and paid the cashier the desired amount.
At the mention of a house-elf, Harry always thought of Kreacher.
Harry sat his order down on the counter. The cashier began to ring them up, looking at Harry with suspicion.
"Don't I know you?" He asked finally. Harry looked at him and shook his head.
"No." Harry said, and left it at that. He paid the cashier and picked up his books.
"Your HARRY POTTER!" He heard the cashier scream on the way out. Harry slammed the door shut.
"Not even back a day." Harry said, sighing. Hermione pulled the bottle back out of her pocket and poured the cockroach out on the pavement. She waved her wand and Ron appeared in a cloud of smoke.
"I can't believe you would do that to me." Ron said, dusting off his clothing. Hermione just turned her head and continued down the street.
"Its not my fault my brothers a faggot." Ron muttered, following after her. Harry felt a pang of hurt inside his heart.
Is this what I have to look forward to my whole life? Harry wondered to himself. He followed after them and found himself going into Madame Malkin's
"What can I get for you today sirs?" An old witch asked as Ron and Harry came in through the door.
"Mr. Weasley," She said, recognizing Ron. "I have your quidditch robes behind the counter." She said, going quickly behind the counter to get them.
"Hermione," Ron said, walking over to her. She was glancing at the wedding Dresses.
"Don't Ron, I'm so furious with you right now." Hermione said turning her back on him.
"Here you go." The old witch had appeared at Harry's side. She handed the box to Ron and turned to Harry.
"I need some new Robes, preferably black, green, or maroon." Harry said. She began to take his measurements.
Within moments she walked off and came back with at least 12 different robes. Harry liked them all so much, but couldn't afford all of them. He began to pick out three, but was stopped by Ron.
"He'll take all of them. Put it on my account." Ron said, smiling.
"Ron, no I…" Harry began, but Ron shut him up.
"You bought me a lot when we were younger, now I'm returning the favor." Ron said. Harry tried to argue back, but Ron wouldn't listen. In addition, Ron bought him new cloaks, gloves, and muggle clothes.
"When did Madame Malkin's start carrying muggle clothing?" Harry asked as the three of them left the shop.
"Just about a year ago." Hermione said, her anger at Ron still showing. Harry looked at his watch and saw it was 2:30.
"I have to go." Harry said. He kissed Hermione on the cheek and gave Ron a hug. He looked at both of them and then imagined his apartment. He felt a small jerk and he opened his eyes to his apartment.
He looked around the apartment, it looked the same as when he left it. He sat his bags down on the couch and walked into the bedroom. The bed was made perfectly and there was now sign of Draco at all. Harry heard water running, and realized Draco was in the shower.
Harry pulled his trunk out of the closet. Opening it, He pulled out the contents out and began to sort through them. He got his bags from the living room and began to place his clothing and robes inside. He also put the marauders map and his invisibility cloak back inside. He closed the trunk and locked it, satisfied that he had finished packing.
"Potter, why are you in my pants?" Draco asked, emerging from the shower in nothing but his towel.
"Because I like what's in your pants." Harry said playfully. The thought of George came into his mind, but he pushed it away.
"Smart ass. I mean why are you wearing them?" Draco said smirking. He walked over and shoved Harry playfully down on the bed. He began to kiss him roughly as Harry let out a strangled moan.
"What's this?" Draco asked. He had picked up a bag from the bed. Harry grabbed for the bag, but Draco was quicker.
"What, got something you don't want me to see?" Draco asked smiling, but Harry didn't smile back. He didn't want Draco to see those books, either of them. He reached for them again, but Draco wouldn't let him have them.
Draco turned the bag over and let the books drop out. He read the titles of the books and looked back at Harry.
Harry shoved Draco off of him hard. He didn't want to be around Draco anymore. He walked out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
Damn it. Thought Harry. Why did he have to see those damn books Harry walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He heard the bedroom door open and heard Draco walk into the hall.
Draco came into the kitchen, he had slid a pair of Harry's pants on, but was still not wearing a shirt.
"Harry," Draco started, he looked like he was about to cry. "don't you trust me at all. I wouldn't keep anything from you. Can't you tell I love you?"
Harry looked out the window and then back at Draco.
"What about George? You didn't tell me about him." Harry said anger sounding in his voice.
Harry watched Draco's face fall. Draco looked at Harry and then turned and walked out of the kitchen. Harry wasn't going to let him get away that easily, he wanted to know about George.
"Don't walk away from me, Malfoy." Harry said angrily, but Draco didn't stop. He walked back into the bathroom and shut the door in Harry's face, locking it.
"This is my apartment, you little prick." He pointed his wand at the door. "Alohomora!" The lock clicked and Harry pushed open the door.
The sight that met his eyes made his anger disappear. Draco was sitting in the bathtub, crying. Harry realized at that moment that the boy he used to know back at Hogwarts was all but vanished. This new Draco had a heart.
"Draco…I'm sorry." Harry said, sitting in the floor beside the tub. He stroked his hand down Draco's cheek.
"Harry, I didn't mean to sleep with him." Draco said, managing to control his tears. " I was drunk, I didn't…I…" Draco started to cry again. Harry pulled Draco to him.
"Look at me." Harry said, pulling Draco's head up. Harry pressed his lips into Draco's feeling the pain hidden behind them. After a moment Harry pulled back.
"I believe you." Harry said. Harry pulled Draco out of the bathroom and back into the living room.
"We were both at a gay nightclub in London. I had been drinking a lot of Firewhiskey, when George came over and started making small talk. I continued to Drink and next thing I know, the suns in my eyes and George is telling me to get the fuck out of his bed, that he didn't like for his flings to hang around. About that time the door opened and George threw the sheets over me, but Fred pulled them off. I picked up my clothes and apparated out." Draco said, his head laying on Harry's chest.
"We should go." Harry said, looking at his watch. It was 5:00.
Draco went to get his trunk and pulled it back into the living room with Harry's on top.
"Where's your floo powder?" Draco asked, looking around the chimney. Harry's heart fell, he had forgotten to get floo powder. Draco shook his head and laughed.
"Don't worry about it. We'll apparate to Hogsmeade and just walk up ." Draco said, smiling. Harry smiled back, feeling embarrassed for forgetting the floo powder. "Lets go."
Harry took his trunk and closed his eyes, imagining Hogsmeade. He felt a jerk and opened his eyes. He was standing in the middle of a small village, that looked deserted.
There was a small pop and Draco appeared next to him.
"Come on lets go. Its not safe to be down here after dark." Draco waved his wand and his and Harry's trunks floated along behind them.
"Why isn't it safe?" Harry asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"With all the resent attacks. Also, vampires enter the village at night." Draco said. Harry gave a small shudder and looked around. Draco slipped his hand into Harry's and gave him a reassuring smile.
"When were you going to tell me that you were the new potions master?" Harry asked him. They had reached the gates of Hogwarts.
"Eventually." Draco smiled as the Hogwarts gates opened. Harry smiled too.
He felt a feeling he had never known before. He really felt love for Draco.
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