Hi, everyone! Guess what! I'm learning sign language! It's really simple, actually; I already learned a whole bunch of phrases! Though, of course, the first two I learned were "Harry has sex with Draco", and "I want to have sex with Harry and Draco." :-P I'm bad, I know. Lol

How is that relevant to the story? It's not. I just felt like telling you guys a little about something I'm doing. Anyway, umm… no notes really. I think I've pretty much cleared things up since I haven't received any new questions regarding laws and whatnot. Oh, but something I do want to address is that a few people asked about a sequel.

Initially, my immediate answer was no, because I thought, 'What else could I possibly add to the story?' But with a bit of thinking and a little twist to my original ending of the story, a sequel would definitely be possible. It wouldn't be in any way immediate, however, since I'm currently busy with school, but still, there is a huge MAYBE in the workings. I've always been highly against sequels, but if you guys were to continue reading the story, then maybe I could. And also, I'd make it in a way so that you wouldn't have had to have read Chasing the Forbidden to follow along. But remember, this is only a MAYBE.

Anyhow, a very big thank you to all those who reviewed! You guys rock!

Now, onto the story:

Chapter 19

The Arrest

The blonde man sat at his kitchen counter quietly, deep in thought as he idly sipped at his coffee. He had woken up to Harry's beautiful face earlier this morning; his students beautiful face. Rolling his eyes irately, he scoffed to himself, hating the idea.

Harry was his student and a minor; therefore, forbidden to him. But why?

Don't be stupid, he thought to himself angrily. He knew exactly why. He himself was against the idea of an older person taking advantage of a young child. The blonde teacher had always looked down upon that sort of relationship. That is, of course, until Harry.

With Harry, it was different. They were merely a few seven years apart in age and he simply couldn't agree with the law in this situation. Yes, Harry was a minor while he was an adult, but it was only by a few measly years. Had Harry been but one year older, it would have been legal. Then again, Draco was still his teacher.

He sighed to himself, distraught.

Watching another adult dating a minor, it had always been easy to look at them condescendingly, believing that the child had been tricked into dating the adult through sneaky seduction, but now, actually experiencing it for himself, he could see how different it truly was.

He did not, in any way, believe that he had forced Harry to date him through physical or psychological demand of any kind. The blonde truly believed that Harry had been just as attracted to him, as he had been to the young brunette.

Still, the blonde had to admit to himself that this whole situation was, for the most part, his fault. He was the first to pursue Harry. He doubted that Harry would have ever made anything of his attraction to Draco, otherwise.

All the time he had gone after Harry, he'd known it was illegal, and yet, he hadn't cared. He'd simply pushed away that small fact and ignored what could happen. He'd found himself drawn to the boy, literally from the moment he laid eyes on him. Through careful action, he'd believed their relationship would never be discovered. He was wrong, of course.

Damn his motto of do first; think later. He'd always been like this, ever since he was a little boy. He'd always gone after what he'd wanted no matter what. As a child, he always figured that he could simply take what he wanted first, and then work out everything else, later. This, of course, had always led him into trouble. When he began college, he began to try and take things more seriously. He wanted to make something of himself and acquire a good career. Still, he could never completely get rid of his childish, mischievous needs.

When in front of Harry, he tried his best to act like the adult he was expected to be, but inside, he was still the same mischievous, trouble-seeking little boy he'd always been. And just as he was still childishly naughty, he was still childishly doubtful and worried at times.

Like now, for example. Admittedly, Harry had many things to worry about as he was still younger than Draco and had to deal with his parents, school, and this entire fiasco following him around for the rest of his life. However, Draco couldn't exactly say that Harry had it worse than him. Draco could be facing multiple years of jail. His insides clenched nervously, and at times, he was overwhelmed to the point of exhaustion. Sometimes, it almost seemed as though it wasn't worth it. Almost.

But when thinking about it, Harry was always worth it. What started out as a bit of playful fun and curiosity had bloomed into full grown love and adoration for the boy. He sincerely hoped that Harry felt just as strongly for him. Draco had meant it when he'd promised that, if sent to jail, he would come back for Harry. The only question was: would Harry still want him?

He hoped so. The thought of spending years in jail wasn't exactly the most comforting of thoughts. If he was going without a cause, it would have all been pointless. However, having Harry waiting for him when he finally got out would be something to look forward to; something to keep him going.

Another mournful sigh escaped his lips. Jail was definitely going to be scary for him. He nearly shivered. The blonde could only imagine how horrid it would be. Then, of course, there was always the worry of starting over once he got out. Who knew what was going to happen then? Lord knows there was no way he would be able to get another job in teaching.

Suddenly, he heard a slight creaking sound and turned with a start.

DHDHDH

Harry woke up feeling completely content. Last night had been glorious. It had been absolutely perfect. Had it really happened? It was one of those things that felt too good to be true. It felt so ethereal. He wanted to experience it again; to be devoured in a cavern of glorious emotion and feeling.

He turned to look at Draco and kiss him awake. He wanted to hug the blonde, hold him tightly, and never let go. But as he shifted to face the other side of the bed, Draco was nowhere to be found. He jumped into a sitting position, immediately. He was suddenly enveloped in a whirl of horrid thoughts.

What if Draco had been taken and arrested while he'd been asleep? How could Harry have let that happen? Stupid Harry! He scolded himself angrily. Where was Draco now? How could Harry have allowed himself to forget all the problems that still lay before them?

He quickly got out of the bed, preparing to do…well, something. He had to find out what had happened to Draco and where he could have possibly gone. The brunette quickly shoved on his boxers and basketball uniform, before sticking his feet in his sneakers, not even bothering with the socks. He walked to the door, his mind going haywire.

He's probably in jail right now! Getting harassed by cops or worse, bully inmates! He could be getting beat up right now or getting interrogated by rough detectives or…or he could be sitting down in the kitchen, drinking some coffee, Harry thought to himself lamely as he peaked through the slightly open door.

His relief at Draco's safety was short-lived, though, as he caught site of the blonde's grimacing face. He looked to be in deep thought of something troubling. Well, duh, Harry thought to himself as he looked on. With all the troubles that could still occur, who wouldn't be worried? Harry was the only one who was being idiotic enough to forget about such serious matters. He just couldn't help himself. Of course the youth knew how serious things were, but he couldn't help the oncoming want to just ignore all the problems in hopes that they might simply disappear on their own.

They wouldn't, however, and Draco, Harry knew, would never lose sight of that. Still, Draco tried very hard to keep his emotions under control so as not to worry Harry. The brunette continued to stare silently, taking advantage of the moment. Harry would likely never again see how grieved Draco was. It wasn't that the brunette took pleasure in the blonde's sadness, but Draco was now open in a way that he most often was not.

Trying to get a better look, Harry pushed the door open a bit more, but it creaked and suddenly, Draco's head snapped up to look in his direction.

"I was…I was just wondering where you went." Harry stuttered.

Draco's face immediately broke out into a smile in the hopes of hiding his worry. The younger of the two gave an inward sigh before putting on a small little smile of his own. Neither of the two held a real smile, and both knew it, but to pretend ignorance would give them both just a little bit of relief from the problems that were very soon to come.

"Come here," Draco said, gesturing for Harry to come closer. The brunette did just that and ended up seating himself comfortably onto the blonde's lap and planting a firm kiss upon his smiling lips. "Mmm. Want some breakfast?" he asked, once the teen had pulled away.

"No, I'm not feeling particularly hungry."

"I can imagine why."

"What am I supposed to do now, Draco? I mean, do I go back home, or do I-"

"Of course you go back home!" Draco exclaimed. "Can you imagine how worried your parents must be?"

"I know, but I mean, what are they going to say to me? What am I going to say to them?"

The blonde shrugged. "The truth?"

"Are you insane!"

"Well, not the complete truth. You could tell them that you stayed at my house since we're as good as caught, anyway. You just don't have to elaborate on the events that took place here." He explained with a playful smile.

"Oh, and such lovely events they were," Harry replied, nipping at Draco's ear.

"Oh, no you don't. I've got to get you home."

"What? No! I don't want to go. At least, not yet."

"Harry, the longer you stay, the worse it's going to be."

"I know, but…" The brunette looked down at the floor with a sigh.

"You should go home."

"Yeah, I should."

The two looked at each other sadly and, in an attempt to soothe the brunette youth, Draco leaned over and gave him a long, slow kiss. Harry kissed back lovingly, not wanting it to end, but finally, Draco pulled back, placed a chaste kiss on the brunette's forehead, and gently slid him off his lap. "It's time to go."

DHDHDH

Lily and James Potter had been pulled aside by the school principle, Mr. Dumbledore, for a long talk. The long-bearded man had explained how Ginny had told them about witnessing Harry and Draco kissing on the night of the dance – though, as a code of honor, he had left out the red-head's name – and how the rumors had quickly spread throughout the school.

The principle, when seeing the horrified looks on their faces, had been forced to remind them that nothing was for certain just yet. For all he knew, these rumors were just that: rumors, and nothing more.

The two parents, filled with hectic thoughts racing throughout their minds, had come home to… no one. Harry was not there. They waited for hours before finally calling the police, who said that they could do nothing until forty-eight hours had passed. Lily had gone into a fit and yelled her lungs at them until James had had to pull his sobbing wife away from the phone.

The next morning found the two sitting nervously on the couch, tired-looking and worried. They had already received the call from the school notifying them that Harry had not showed up. Ron, Hermione, and a few other friends had been brought in for questioning to see if any of them knew where the youngest Potter resided, but all replied negatively.

Finally, at exactly ten twenty-three, the doorbell rang. Both parents jumped up immediately and ran over to the open the door. There, on their doorsteps, stood a nervous-looking Harry Potter, twiddling with his fingers and refusing to look up.

"Oh, Harry!" His mother exclaimed, and both older Potters engulfed their son into a tight hug, pulling him in and closing the door behind him. Lily Potter smothered him with kisses all over his face.

"Uh…I missed you guys, too…?" Then, just like that, the two parents snapped, and the anger came back full force.

"Where we you last night!" James Potter asked angrily.

"You had us sick and worried!" Lily exclaimed.

"Well, I… er…" Had Draco been teasing when he'd told Harry to tell them the truth? The brunette wasn't sure.

"Harry, listen to me. Your principle told us about the rumors."

The brunette's eyes went wide. Oh no, he thought to himself.

"You know that we'll always love you, son, right? No matter what." James said.

The teen remained silent, not knowing what to say. His parents had just said it. Rumors. Only rumors. Maybe not all was lost just yet after all.

"Harry," Lily began, looking very strained. "You're father and I have been thinking, and… if you are gay, it's alright with us."

"Yes," James added in. "And if you…if you are in love with your teacher… I suppose we could handle that…though, you would, of course, have to stop the relationship for now and wait until you were older."

"Really?" Harry asked, not believing his ears. His parents were actually okay with it! He couldn't believe it! Everything was going to work out just fine. He could tell Draco and they would be together in a little more than a month when Harry turned seventeen. Sure, Draco would lose his job, but at least he wouldn't be going to jail.

Harry nearly strangled his father with a giant bear hug, before turning to his mother and doing the same. Everything seemed as though it was going to be alright, and then it happened.

Lily, still curious, asked again where Harry had stayed the night yesterday. Had he stayed with Ron or Hermione without the parents finding out? Was there another friend? Had he possibly spent the night sleeping on a bench in the middle of no where? Lily had nearly let out a sob at that last thought.

Seeing as to how his parents had already taken everything else so easily, Harry put on a smile and decided to tell them the truth. "I stayed with Draco."

Silence.

"You what!" Lily exclaimed once she had regained use of her vocal cords.

"I…stayed with Draco…?"

James, oblivious to what took place last night, was irritated slightly by the idea of Harry spending the night at his teacher's house, but Lily- she caught on right away. Her eyes went wide with realization. She suddenly thought back to the night of the dance. Harry had supposedly been spotted kissing his teacher that night. Then, Harry had not come home until late. To make things worse, he had come back ruffled and disheveled; practically oozing of sex.

Lily had, of course, been angry that night, thinking he'd had sex with some random girl, but now…now she knew better. It had not been some random girl to have sex with him, no- it had been Draco! And she'd bet his teacher probably had sex with him the previous night, as well!

"He had sex with you, didn't he?" Lily's voice was unbelieving, and her eyes pleaded with her son to prove her wrong.

"I-I…" That had caught him off guard. He was unsure of how to answer. She looked as though she wanted his answer to be no, but just a minute ago, she had been accepting of his relationship with Draco. Was he supposed to tell her the truth? Could he?

He turned to look at his father who, at Lily's comment, had paled about a thousand shades whiter. The teen gulped nervously, feeling all his doubts come back in a surging wave. "Well, you see…I…me and Draco…we… "

"You did!" Lily could tell when her son was guilty of something, and he was most definitely guilty. "I could handle it if you were gay, and I could handle it if you were taking part in a small relationship with your teacher, but this…this…. He raped you!"

"No, he didn't! I wanted it!"

"You don't know what you're talking about! You're just a child and he's a fully grown adult!"

"Mother, I am sixteen years old, and I can do whatever I bloody well please!"

"Oh, God…. He's already warped your mind…."

"What are you talking about! You're insane!" Harry's mind was going haywire and his mother looked as though she were about to faint. Suddenly, a terrible anger took over her and she walked over and picked up the phone.

"He is not going to get away with this. He molested my baby!"

"Mum, what are you doing?" Harry asked, voice barely above a whisper. He was not ready to believe what his mind was registering. Then, she dialed three numbers; only three numbers.

"NO!" Harry went to run over and pull the phone away from his mother when James stepped in, grabbing a tight hold of his son. "Let go of me!"

The teen kicked and shoved and tried to get out of his father's strong grip, but try as he might, he simply couldn't. Someone on the other end picked up and his mother began, sobbing, "Someone has sexually molested my son! He's been raped!"

Harry yelled out, "No! It's not true! Mum, stop it! Please, stop!" He broke out into sobs as his mother continued.

"His name is Draco Malfoy...he's my son's teacher at school and…"

"NO! PLEASE, STOP! PLEASE!" Harry's screams sliced through the air like a knife, but his mother ignored them and continued to sob into the phone while his father kept his tight hold on him. He fell onto the floor, sobbing louder than he could ever remember. "Dad! P-please! You've got to let me go. Please!"

"I'm sorry," James whispered, so quietly Harry had only just barely heard him. "I'm sorry, but your mother has to do this."

"No, she doesn't. Please, dad, please!"

"I'm sorry," James repeated shaking his head. "I'm sorry."

DHDHDH

A few hours later found Draco Malfoy sitting anxiously in his kitchen, thinking over many things. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, pulling him out of his thoughts. Apprehensively, he walked over to the door and looked through the little hole to see who it was.

The police.

To run, or not to run, that was the true question. He wasn't going to run; he didn't want to. They would catch him sooner or later, and besides, if he ran, he would never be able to come back for Harry. The blonde wasn't sure how the police had been notified, but they had, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He opened the door and was greeted by a stern voice asking, "Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes."

The other officer grabbed a hold of Draco and began placing handcuffs on him as the first continued to speak. "You are under arrest under the charges of statutory rape of Harry James Potter…"

DHDHDH

AN:

The title was pretty blunt; the chapter was pretty short. I know, but hey, they can't all be the same length, now can they? Alright, so I don't know if you guys like the chapter or not. I know it seems sort of crazy and rushed and like, "Harry is an idiot! He never should have told his parents anything!" and "Lily is a bitch! I never thought she'd be like that!" but um…yeah, that's how I decided things should go, I guess. I don't have any excuse except that I was just thinking about the story and my muse was inspired and told me that this was the way I should go. If you'd like some explanations, though, here they are:

Why did Harry tell them? Harry told them because he was so desperate for acceptance at this point, that at the thought that his parents truly did accept him, he decided to just let loose and trust them, assuming that they would accept anything.

Why is Lily being so…bitch-like? I'm not doing this to make Lily seem evil. I really like Lily as a character. However, mother instincts kicked in. In the chapter, she didn't blame Harry; she blamed it all on Draco. It was Draco who had sex with Harry. It was Draco who raped Harry. It was Draco who forced Harry into something he didn't honestly want, and it was Draco who warped Harry's mind. That is, of course, in her mind. She's just feeling like her only child has been taken advantage of and can't really think of anything else. Hope that makes sense.

Anyway, the chapter was way bizarre and a little rushed, but hey, I had three days to write out four chapters, since I'm going to school, so…yeah. I hope the chapter passed as ok, at least.

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