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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Dumbledore dismissed the rest of Harry's classes that day so he could try to help Draco. His day was spent in the library, while Dumbledore questioned the students from Harry's class.
Around mid-afternoon, Harry sighed in frustration. He was having a hard time finding information on this subject in a wizard's library. He wished he could get to a muggle library, but he had no idea how far away the closest muggle village was.
"Harry…?" Harry broke his concentration from the book to look up.
"Ron, Hermione, How did you…?" Harry asked, but Hermione pulled him into a hug. Harry felt relieved after she let go, but also a little more content.
"You don't want to know how we found out, mate." Ron said, sitting down in a chair beside Harry.
"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, curious of why his friends were avoiding his eyes.
"Listen, Harry, I think it wise that you relax for a while. I can help. I'm sure I have a muggle book somewhere in the mansion at home that concerns this matter." She patted Harry sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Your still not telling me how you found out. How did you…" Harry was cut short as an owl found its way through the window and into the library. It landed on Harry's shoulder and dropped a package.
Harry picked it up. He glanced at Ron and Hermione and ripped open the package. A letter fell to the floor. Harry picked it up.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I figured that maybe you would like to have a free copy of this edition of the Evening Prophet, considering the big news. So I took the liberty of mailing you a freshly printed copy. I hope you enjoy. Oh, by the way, welcome back to the wizarding community.
Yours Sincerely,
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Harry put the letter on the table and pulled out a copy of the Evening Prophet. On the cover was a picture of Harry and Draco kissing in the Entrance Hall. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
Boy Wonder, Harry Potter, falls for the dark side in Ex-Death Eater, Draco Malfoy
Harry went on to read about how people accused Draco of controlling Harry with the Imperius Curse and thoughts about how Harry wanted to be the next dark lord.
" 'He never was nice. He always thought that he was better than everyone else because of his looks. He always pushed people around at Hogwarts. He tried to force me to sleep with him once, but I fought him off. I was a Slytherin and he always wanted to screw the Slytherins. He's probably forcing Draco to sleep with him.' Who the hell, I never once tried to screw anybody at this school, least of all a Slytherin." Harry skimmed to find out who had said such a thing. "Marcus Flint. I would have rather died than screw him."
"Harry don't let this get to you. I know that you wouldn't ever do that." Hermione took the paper and threw it out the window.
"Oh God, what is Draco going to think when he reads that?" Harry ran his hand through his untidy hair.
"He won't think anything because he loves you. Listen, I may not like him very much, but I've never seen you so happy." Ron said, patting Harry's back.
"Thanks Ron." Harry said, sighing in frustration.
"Why don't you go see him? I'll look for an answer to get him out. You should be there with him in case something happens." Hermione said, looking at some of the titles on the shelves.
"Your right. Thanks guys." Harry hugged them each before leaving.
He left the library, relieved to have some fresh air. He decided he did need to go be with Draco. He pictured Draco alone in a dark, grimy cell and he sped up his walking.
"Mr. Potter?" Harry stopped and looked behind him. Alex and James were standing behind him looking worried.
"What's wrong guys?" Harry asked them.
"Well, we wanted you to know that we want to help you. Professor Malfoy is a great teacher. Well, when he's not mad." Alex said, shrugging.
"Thanks guys, but you don't need to get involved in this. I…" Harry thought for a moment. "Maybe you can help. In the library are two of my closest friends. The guy has red hair and hers is bushy. Tell them what happened the day of the fight."
"Ok. Bye Professor." James said as he and Alex went up the hallway hand-in-hand.
Harry walked back to his room. He quickly changed into a pair of Draco's blue jeans and Draco's favorite silk shirt. Harry smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.
He walked over to the chimney and took some of the floo powder in his hand. He threw it into the fire and watched the flames change to a green color. He stepped inside.
"Ministry of Magic." Harry began to spin and he closed his eyes. He hated to use floo powder.
He stumbled out of the chimney into a crowded room. The ones that were around him backed away. He stood up straight and dusted himself off. A man with red hair came running over to Harry.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Arthur Weasley came running over to him. He helped Harry dust off his clothing.
"I came to see Draco. Where is he?" Harry asked, looking around the still crowded room.
"I don't think that's such a good idea. He's been in questioning all day." Arthur told him as Harry began to walk towards the desk at the far end.
"Why? They know what happened." Harry asked, pushing past a group of wizards.
"I think their asking questions about you and him, his death-eater days, his father…" Arthur said.
"Why would they ask him things like that?" Harry asked, stopping in front of the desk.
"Name and business." A very nasal women said.
"Harry Potter. I need to speak with Draco Malfoy." Harry answered.
She gave him a badge.
Harry Potter
Seeing Convict
"He's not a convict!" Harry said, anger inside ever word.
"Of course not." She rolled her eyes. "Put your wand inside the box and step through there." She pointed with a bony finger.
"Bitch." Harry said, stepping through the device.
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you, faggot." Harry looked at her shocked.
He waited for Mr. Weasley before continuing to the elevators.
"What floor is he on?" Harry asked, stepping into the rickety elevator.
"The fifth floor. Harry I still think this is a bad idea. Why do you need to see him anyway?" He asked Harry, looking around at the starring crowd.
"He's my boyfriend and I don't want him to be alone." The people around them gasped. Harry stepped off the elevator, followed by Mr. Weasley.
"Which way?" Harry asked again.
Mr. Weasley led him to a small desk where a grumpy looking wizard sat.
"Chris, Harry needs to see Draco." Mr. Weasley told the man. He looked Harry up and down before nodding his head.
"Fine." Chris stood up and led them through a door. They walked along a room full of doors and stopped at the last one.
"Here, don't take to long." He waved his wand and the door unlocked. He left Harry standing outside the door. Harry sighed and opened the door.
When Harry saw Draco he gasped. Laying on the bed was a beaten, bruised Draco. He had a black eye and busted lip. There was dried blood running from his nose. He looked like he was sleeping. Harry walked over to the bed and kneeled down beside it.
"Oh God, Draco. What did they do to you?" He moved some of the blond hair out of Draco's face.
Draco stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. He raised Draco's shirt and saw more bruises.
"Harry…?" Draco opened his eyes and looked at Harry.
"Hey!" Harry smiled feebly at him. Draco ran his hand down the side of Harry's face.
"What are you doing here? Looking at my chest when I'm asleep, you perv." He smiled. "I didn't want you to see me like this." Draco pulled Harry closer to him till he got into the bed. Draco laid his head on Harry's chest.
"Do you think I would leave you here to suffer this by yourself? I can also look at your chest whenever I damn well please. I love you more than anything. I couldn't leave you." Harry said. He felt his eyes start to sting as tears began to enter his eyes.
"Just hold me. Don't leave me, please." Draco pleaded. Harry felt him begin to cry. Harry pulled him tighter.
"Your going to get out of here, Draco. I'm not leaving you here tonight." Harry held Draco until he had fallen back to sleep.
Harry sat in the bed thinking for answers to help. Finally he felt tired and he fell asleep too.
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"Ron! I think I found something." Hermione said. She stepped out from behind the shelf.
"Good." Ron skimmed down the page in the book he was holding, but found nothing.
"Listen to this. It says here that in 1816 there was a law established that there isn't an abuse case unless there are physical wounds found. I wonder if anyone know about this?" Hermione laid the book down on the table. "So they have no case against Draco. I have a feeling that the only thing this has to do with is Draco and Harry being gay. The only people that would know are the people that want Draco in jail."
"I agree. James and Alex said that the reason Edward beat up Alex was because Alex was gay. I beat that his father is the same way." Ron said. He leaned back and rested.
"Well, now that we have an answer we can get Draco out tonight. Harry will be so happy." Hermione smiled.
"Hermione I have a question to ask you." Ron said, his face turned red.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Well, y-you know we've b-been living together for a-a while," Ron stuttered, turning even redder. "Well, I was w-wondering if y-you want to get m-m-m…"
"Oh Ron. I'd love to marry you." She threw her arms around Ron's neck.
"Really? How did you know that was what I was going to ask?" Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled a box out of his pocket. Inside was a ring that he immediately put on Hermione's finger.
"Well, Fred told me over dinner that you were trying to work up the courage." She smiled at the ring.
"Ron, its beautiful. Thank you." She kissed him lovingly on the mouth.
"Lets go get Draco and Harry out of this mess." Ron said.
He and Hermione left the library hand-in-hand.
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Harry abruptly woke up when he heard shouting come from outside the room. He looked around the now dark room and sighed. Draco was still asleep on his chest and he smiled. He gently kissed the blond on the head.
The door flew open and in came three men wearing blue robes and a man wearing a red robe. The man in the red he knew as Colin Creevey.
"Harry, what are you doing in here?" He asked in surprise.
"That's his boyfriend, why wouldn't he be?" Asked a voice behind Harry. Dumbledore strolled into the room looking extremely relaxed.
"Oh, of course. Well, He's free to go. Your things will be at the front desk on your way out." He said. He turned and left the room followed by the three men.
"How did you…?" Harry asked.
"I did not. Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger did. You will find them waiting for you at the fountain." Dumbledore said. He winked at Harry before leaving the room.
Harry looked at the sleeping form of Draco. He didn't want to wake him up, so instead he picked Draco up in his arms and carried him from the room. As Harry made his way back up to the entrance he was relieved there were no people.
"Harry, oh God, is he alright?" Hermione asked.
"He will be. Could you get our stuff for us?" Harry asked. She nodded and walked over to the desk.
"Thank you so much you guys." Harry told them when Hermione returned.
"It was nothing. They had no case whatsoever." Hermione said as they made there way towards the fireplaces.
"We think they tried to make a case out of the fact that you guys are gay." Ron told him. They reached the fireplaces.
"Thanks again guys. Are you sure you don't want to come back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked them again, but they shook their heads.
"No, Hermione and I have wedding plans to make up." Ron said, winking.
"Oh, that's great. Congratulations. Thanks again you guys." Hermione threw the floo powder into the fire and Harry stepped in.
"Hogwarts School." He began to spin and he fell out into a room. He was relieved to see it was the hospital wing.
"Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey looked confused. "What's wrong with Mr. Malfoy?" She asked rushing over to them. Harry laid Draco down in the bed and watched as Madam Pomfrey began to heal Draco.
"What happened to him?" She asked again, after she had finished healing Draco's battered body.
"I don't know. All I know is that is has something to do with the magical law enforcement department." He looked at Draco.
Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey gave Draco a potion to make him sleep through the night. Harry sat by his bed and watched the sleeping form of his lover. He had never felt so weak and tired, but he wouldn't leave Draco alone.
"Harry, you can sleep with him. I don't mind and I don't think he will either." She said smiling. Harry smiled at her.
He climbed into the bed beside Draco and smiled as the blond snuggled into him. He sighed contentedly. Harry felt the stress wash over him and he was asleep in minutes.
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The next morning when Harry woke up, Draco was rubbing his hand up and down Harry's stomach. He looked at Draco and locked his green eyes with silver.
"Good morning." Harry was the first to speak.
"Good morning." Draco kissed Harry, soft at first. As their need for each other grew so did the urgency of the kiss.
Draco ran his hand up under Harry's shirt, but stopped suddenly. He looked at the shirt Harry was wearing and the glared at Harry.
"That's my shirt," He said, then looked at the pants suspiciously. "And those are my pants. Don't you have your own clothing, Potter, must you wear mine?" He asked, a fake anger on his face.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry kissed him before he could have a chance to respond. Harry pressed his forehead into Draco's and looked longingly at his lo ver.
"Besides, you love to have me in your pants." He smiled at his own joke. Draco pulled him into another kiss, making them both moan.
"Why don't you show me how much I love that?" Draco winked and pulled Harry down the hall.
They walked down the corridor, Draco watched Harry out of the corner of his eyes. Draco stopped making Harry stop with him.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked, looking Draco in the eyes. Harry noticed that Draco was looking paler than usual.
"Well, Harry…" Draco started, but stopped. He pulled Harry to him and kissed him passionately. He looked extremely nervous, but seemed to gain confidence from the kiss.
"Harry James Potter," Draco said, getting on one knee and pulling a box from his pocket. "I've loved you for so long. You have my complete soul and it'll always be yours. I…I want…no, I need you to marry me."
"Draco…" Harry felt the tears is his eyes. Nothing could've made this moment better.
"Harry,…" Draco spoke, but Harry quieted him.
"I will Draco. I will." Harry pulled him back up and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"Yes? Yes!" Draco shouted, pulling Harry into another kiss.
He opened the box and pulled out a beautiful ring. It was half ember and half geen opal. Under the ember was an 'H' and under the opal was an 'D.' Harry didn't know what to say, he looked at Draco and pulled him into a tight embrace.
They walked back to their room and spent the night loving each other.