CHAPTER 8

Blaise had not returned until late that night and he had not returned sober. Blaise Zabini came home as one very drunk wizard.

Both Harry and Draco had fallen asleep by then, or so Draco had thought. Harry stayed awake in his guest bedroom on the other side of the bed so if he fell asleep and Blaise came back, the man wouldn't find him there. He thought about what he said to Draco earlier that day. Harry really did want to forgive Blaise but he didn't know if he should. One part of him told him that if he forgave Blaise it would only make the other man think that he could get away with cheating on Harry again and would be taken back again. The other part of Harry told him that most important things should be looked now that he spent time away from Blaise, or was it closer to someone else? Either way, so much weighed for him to let go of Blaise and he often doubted that he had a choice at all.

Laying there on the ground and hearing Blaise stumble back home made Harry wonder many things, the most important one questioned whether Blaise made a habit of this whole drinking ordeal.

Harry listened as he thought everything over, perhaps something would happen that would change his mind and perhaps make up his decision on whether or not he would be forgiving Blaise.

The sound of each heavy and slow foot step rang in Harry's ears and disrupted the ground he lay on yet he stayed motionless and focused all his hearing on the one sound cutting the night silence. Each thump hit his heart like a bullet and he didn't know why it would have such an effect on him but it did and he just accepted it. Then he understood what the pain meant when he waited for the footsteps to end because the footsteps didn't end. The man kept walking and the thumping soon got too loud for comfort and Harry gripped his wand but that uneasiness soon became replaced with alarm as the footsteps passed his doorway and kept going.

Harry's eyes widened as what this insinuated. The possibility of what this meant made his heart beat so loud that he became certain that earth quakes would start soon. The grip on his wand became so tight that he snapped out of his Riviera from the crack of his wand and he looked down to see a line begin. He sat up and watched from his distance as Blaise loudly stumbled into Draco's room. When the door opened and Blaise entered, Harry turned his head so that he faced forward and looking at the shaded dresser he sat in front of. He had to be seeing things as there could be no way that just happened.

Harry stood up as he heard something fall in the room across the hall and he slowly made his way across the hall to see what happened, and also to see the truth. There could be a possibility that Blaise had actually passed out on his own bed in the room beside Harry's and all of what just happened was a result of too much thinking and laying on the floor. But alas, voices came from Draco's room and Harry's mind almost went into retraction mode. Still walking forward but each step weighing so much that the effort became almost beyond overwhelming, Harry finally reached the door and didn't bother to brace himself as he knew it would give him a chance to run the other way.

The door opened to reveal Draco struggling inside the arms of Blaise Zabini and Harry's heart crumbled before him. Questions upon questions ran through Harry's head and he became glad that his hand still held door knob because if it didn't, he would have fainted right there from the overwhelming degree of shock he currently underwent.

Draco looked up at him and his eyes went wide as he knew what was going through Harry's head when the other man just stood there blinking. Draco struggled harder to get to Harry and explain to the other man that Blaise has never done anything like this before but the drunken man's grip stayed strong and his struggling only ended up tiring him out. Draco watched helplessly as Harry blinked once, twice, and a third time before turning around to leave the room.

As all hope seemed to be lost, Blaise chose this time to mumble the only word he had spoken since he entered the house, "Harry." and Harry turned around to stare at the two who melded almost into one. Harry thought it had been over, that his position gave way and he had no choice but to live with Hermione and Ron but from the look of the scene before him, that had not been the case as Draco looked just as shocked and frightened as he felt yet Blaise currently directed his words to the man in his arms.

If there could be one thing that held the possibility of hurting Harry more would be what just took place and the single thought running through his mind had been that the two had the nerve to play around with Harry. Making Draco pretend to be Harry when the two worked together to break Harry's heart. There could not have been more rage running through Harry's body than at the current moment and he wondered if so many people would have died during the battle if only he felt this amount of rage towards Voldemort. But of course, Voldemort had not played kinky games with his boyfriend. Tears ran down Harry's cheeks as he turned and left too soon to witness Blaise exhausted and falling on top of Draco, trapping Draco between the body and the bed.

Draco quickly pushed Blaise off of himself and ran after Harry but it had been too late as he watched Harry get pulled into the key chain he held and disappeared from Draco's house not knowing the truth and creating an explanation all on his own.

The worst part of all of what happened had been that Draco could do nothing to get Harry back without giving away the other man's position and that would only cause the already raging man to become even more enraged. So, Draco turned around and levitated Blaise back to the other man's room, making sure the drunken man hit his head on something at least once despite their long lasting friendship. Draco decided that his friendship with Blaise seriously had its consequences and they really started to present themselves as of late.

Draco's image had been the last thing Harry saw before the pull at his navel began and brought him to a place where the pain didn't hurt so much and immediately being away from the scene and arriving at his destination calmed himself and he could almost feel the rage flow out of his body.

Harry turned around and took a deep breath at arriving in the middle of the forbidden forest, exactly where he had intended to. In addition to the dangerous magical creatures that lay within these dark woods, Harry had just arrived and a raging Harry had been known to be more dangerous than any magical creature in any forbidden forest.

Knowing that he now held the upper hand to anyone or thing that came upon his path, he took his looked around at his darkness and allowed the darkness to consume him right after he let out a cry of anger that could be heard miles away.

The next morning Harry woke up and knew that his eyes would betray the emotions from last night as he had cried himself to sleep. The worst part of last night and having heard his name being said had been that he didn't know who his anger should be directed at. Was it Blaise who betrayed him? Or was it himself for not knowing earlier? Or could it be at Draco for lying to him and pretending his support and, in the end, being right? After all these questions, Harry still felt as though there had been another question that right in front of his face that he couldn't see but could be just as important, maybe more than his current queries.

There had been something else he had to take care of and he dreaded this all night long. Having to return to the house and confront the two on what they had both done had been inevitable and Harry knew it. He had no idea how he could tell both of them that- he had no idea what he could say. What possibilities did he have to say on something so dreadful and so horrible? Blaise had not only betrayed him once but apparently many times, Draco on the other hand had pretended to be a friend of Harry's but had probably been laughing at him the whole time. What if the two had planned it all together? What if the whole time that Harry had been there, Blaise knew and they both laughed it up as Harry carefully avoided Blaise? How could he be so blind as to not see this coming? Obviously the two former Slytherin's had been former lovers so what would stop them from being lovers behind Harry's back? All those times Blaise claimed he had meetings in London and left for days on end had all been lies and the conversation Draco had given Harry had to have been a lie as well, a trick only to keep Harry guessing.

It had not taken long with this path of thinking for Harry's rage to rise again and he stood up despite being a mess of leaves and mud. He gripped his wand and took out the port key. He arrived at Draco's place once more with the tugging feeling in his navel.

Being a little disoriented, Harry walked to the edge of his guest bedroom and had just been about to step out of the safe concealment until he heard voices and decided it would be in his best interest to hear what the two plotted behind him.

"Look, I'm terribly sorry for last night Draco, please say something."

There hung silence and Harry became confused again, the pieces just did not add up. The two should be laughing and making a spectacle of Harry but they were not.

"Draco, please talk to me, it's not as if we did anything. I had been drinking and I missed Harry, I guess all the pent up sexual energy just caused me to act on impulse. I guess I really thought you to be Harry and so I did what I did. I am sorry, how many times do I need to apologize for you to forgive me?"

Silence rang on as Blaise and Harry both waited for an answer from the blonde which never came.

"I don't even know why you are so angry at me, I don't understand why it effected you so much."

Silence still screamed through the house as a response had been waited for until Blaise came to a conclusion.

"Oh, my." exclaimed Blaise as he took a step back from the blonde who finally looked up at the sudden change in demeanour, "Draco, you want me don't you?"

"What?" asked Draco whose eyes quickly became wide enough to rival Moody's eye that came out of the man's head.

"I've seen the men you bring home, the black hair, you bring home men who resemble me. You're in love with me aren't you?"

Draco stood up and advanced on Blaise who quickly backed up until he hit a wall, "If you ever suggest anything so vile again I will let the Slytherin within me loose and you will be the sole focus of my rage, do you understand? There are some things friends just don't do with one another and being lovers is definitely where the line is between us."

Blaise had been thoroughly taken back by Draco's sudden downpour of anger at the mere suggestion.

"Draco, what is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? I simply questioned the possibility. Why else do you always choose the dark haired men to bring home with you despite all the blonde and sandy haired men asking for you?"

Draco glared at the other man whose face positioned inches away from his own and turned around making his way the stairs causing Harry to quickly and quietly conceal himself behind the door, "Do not bother me while I'm in my room Blaise, you are not welcome in there. If you even think of coming into my room you will be cursed so hard, you will end up back in Canada without a port key or an apparition spell."

"Draco," called Blaise who received attention from the blonde as a result, "I just wanted to tell you that I never thought of you as more than a friend. Even though not many of you from Hogwarts will believe it, I really love Harry and I think I always will even though he's gone. There are just some things I cannot let go of and he is one of them."

Immediately after Blaise had confessed his feelings, Draco turned and entered his room. He really did not need to listen to Blaise rant on about his feelings especially after Harry left so he shut the door firmly behind him and locked himself within his room.

Draco hid in his room looking through his shelves and took out a box beneath his bed which held many pictures of Harry at school with his friends and even a few taken by Colin with Blaise. A few more minutes of flipping through pages of pictures in his collection, and a knock sounded itself at the door causing the rage to ignite within him again. Draco put the box back and went to the door with his wand to put Blaise in his place but instead, he saw Harry Potter at his door.

Harry smiled and Draco knew it to be the apologetic smile which Harry used often, "Hey Draco."

Draco opened the door wider to let the other man in his room until his eyes went wide, "Where's Blaise?"

"He left just a little while ago." replied Harry shyly and walked into the bedroom, "Draco, I'm sorry I ran out last night. I guess I just didn't know what went on between the two of you. I first thought that Blaise did this all the time and then when he said my name I thought you two play some kind of twisted game which involved you pretending to be me when you two, you know."

"Then what made you come back?"

"I had to confront the two of you until I port keyed into the guest room and overheard the conversation. I understand what really happened now and I want to just tell you that I'm sorry for thinking such a thing between the two of you. You two are friends and when you told me that, I should have understood that sometimes friends are just friends and can't be anything more."

"Well, I'm glad you understand now."

"So you forgive me?"

"Of course, it had been a misunderstanding and you just didn't know. Of course you should suspect Blaise to be cheating on you with such a good looking man."

Harry smiled and after taking the image in front of him in, Draco smiled back in return until he realized the state of things.

"You are a mess."

Harry looked down at himself and realized that he really did with all the mud and leaves sticking to his clothes and face. He blushed and had just been about to admit that he spent the night in the forbidden forest but Draco beat him to it.

"Go take a shower and I'll have some clean clothes for you ready."

Harry smiled and left Draco's room with new decorations of mud and leaves.

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