Title: How do you know?
Chapter 11: Your Happily Ever After, Harry
Author: Lonely No More
Disclaimer: Everything that you recognize is owned by the eloquent Mrs. J.K. Rowling, and those affiliated with her. But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to play with her things…She has to share too!
Rating: R for possible adult situations.
A/N: Two in a week? I'll try this, maybe more people will review if I update more often? Is that it? Because honestly, 18 reviews for 10 chapters…and 1 of those reviewers reviewed every single chapter! And my brother in law figured out who I was on here, and reviewed one, so on a whole…I've received a whopping 7 reviews! MY STORY IS BETTER THAN THAT! Good God! People that don't review drive me nuts! I don't care if you don't sign in, I don't care if you flame me, I will use those flames to toast marshmallows on and eat while I write the next chapter! SO to twistedmaniac, I love you for reviewing all this for me, and being the single voice of reason to go off. Thank YOU!
Harry
Despite my idiotic youth, and the consequences of such…
I clung to you,
Hoping that my life would get a clue,
See you deserve your "Happily Ever After".
I don't…I guess part of me thought that I could have one with you.
Draco
"Presents, AAARRRRGGGHHHH" Draco was kicking more stuff out of his way. "I just want to find my trainers so I can go for my run, is that too bloody much to ask for? I need my damn coffee! And I can't go to Starbucks without my bloody trainers! Potter! Where are my shoes?"
"Oh Mr. Potter! Did you forget you are one now as well? I don't know where your trainers would be. My feet are too big to fit into them, so it's not like I wore them!"
"Oh I see. It's going to be like that is it then? My shoe size isn't as big as the famous Harry Potter's, but I'm sure everyone would love to know that the size of my"
Harry rushed to Draco and kissed him…"Don't you dare say that! You are not bigger; we're the same damn size!" Draco smirked at his husband…
"Just keep telling yourself that dear." And madly began laughing. Harry started walking around kicking tissue paper, wrapping paper and boxes out of his way, sulking. "I better find your shoes, if this is what you're like without coffee, I'm tempted to get up every morning and get it myself to have it ready for you when you wake up."
"Harry, you just can't handle me in a good mood can you?" He swatted Harry's butt playfully.
"Draco I don't have time for this, I have to be at school in less than an hour."
"Well, it's not like it takes you an hour, you've got 3 minutes to spare right?" Draco then jumped behind the couch and the chase pursued. Harry would go right, and Draco left. Then Harry would go left and Draco would go right…finally in a burst of energy Harry jumped over the couch and pinned Draco's back against the wall.
"See you just wasted 2 of your 3 minutes, now we don't have anytime left!" Harry replied.
"Nope, see Harry, I took into account your unusual bizarre sense of foreplay and we still have the 30 seconds left that you need!"
"You little, I'll give you 30 seconds!"
"Well you better hurry, because I've only got 20 left!" Draco darted out of Harry's grasp and ran. Harry caught up to him in the kitchen and grabbed his legs out from under him. They both fell in a heap on the ceramic floor. Harry didn't give Draco a chance to mouth off, and leaned down and ravaged his mouth. Draco's hands were immediately everywhere, tearing off Harry's shirt and sliding hid pants off his hips, then wiggling out of his own pants…never once breaking contact with Harry's mouth. Harry had an idea of his own though, he grabbed Draco's shoulders and rolled over. Draco started grinding against Harry's groin with his own, and Harry was moaning, and begging Draco. Draco didn't know how to get out of it this time, so he started prepping Harry, and the visions started coming back again. But he kept going. Harry was screaming his name, but he looked down and he looked like Charlie Weasley…Charlie fucking his Harry, and Harry crying out in ecstasy…it was too much. Draco kept going though for Harry, he knew he was close…so he just kept his eyes open and on Harry; concentrating on the sweat rolling down his chest, those perfect little nipples that begged to be suckled, the neck that he could kiss forever, those beautiful lips, and those eyes…He could get lost in those eyes forever, and never look back. He was still staring into Harry's lust filled eyes when Harry came, blinking and breaking Draco's trance, leaving Draco to finish as Cormac MacLaggen. 'It is best that Harry doesn't know about this, I don't know how he would take it.' But what he didn't count on was that Harry had opened his eyes, and saw the disgust on Draco's face before he came. Harry didn't know what had caused that, or why Draco was so quick to pull out afterwards…he used to love just laying there afterwards, still embedded within him…so what was the deal? The more Harry thought about it, Draco had been acting weird since their honeymoon…since the first night, which Harry had thought was just stress and everything, but Draco had only fucked Harry once the entire week…and come to think of it, he pulled out as soon as he was done then as well.
As Draco lay beside Harry, he quietly tried to think of when he'd get a chance to talk to Snape so they could figure out all this mess…he couldn't take much more of this, and looking at Harry there beside him…he knew he suspected something, so Draco decided a pre-emptive strike would be the best tactic, he may be changed, but he's still a Slytherin.
"Umm Harry."
"Yes Drake?"
"You said that you would take care of Moody later, what exactly did you mean by that?" Harry was completely confused…
"How were you thinking of him while we were having sex?"
"I wasn't, it just occurred to me, that you were getting ready for school, and you'll have to face him today. As well as Ron, and honestly I don't know how the Weasley's are going to take that ummm…thing from yesterday…you know…"
"OH! Yes, that, well I was thinking. I don't know really. I can bet Charlie got chewed out by everyone, I can guarantee that he got the worst part of that, if anything, he was the adult, and he took advantage of you."
"No he didn't! I was fully consenting and it was me that"
"Draco I know. I am just saying what he probably heard from everyone last night, and I don't know who would be worse Molly or Hermione." Draco scoffed
"Nearly the same aren't they?" Harry laughed, "Quite nearly."
Harry rolled over and hugged Draco. "I love you, you know that right? No matter what that old bugger says, it's not going to make me love you any less." Tears were welling up in Draco's eyes, and Harry leaned over and kissed him. This only prompted more tears. Harry picked Draco up and carried him to their bedroom.
Draco clung to Harry. Harry started kissing and caressing Draco, gradually building to a slow grind against Draco's hip. Draco was prodding Harry on with his mouth…it was doing the most fantastic stunts; Harry chuckled taking the hint. He deepened his kiss and started massaging Draco's ass. He dipped in first one finger, then quickly added a second, and then a third…He got up and crawled up between Draco's legs licking up his thighs, then licking the drop of pre-cum off the tip. He slowly entered Draco and then pulled him closer, gripping his hips tightly. Draco cried…Harry kept going at an agonizingly slow pace, holding Draco's hips still so he couldn't speed them up. He bent down and showered Draco with kisses and told him how much he loved him. Draco didn't think he would be able to take much more of this, and begged Harry to go faster. Harry looked at Draco and laughed…
"No, you need this now…you need me…and I am never going to leave."
Draco's tears continued but Harry's slow rocking motion was building faster, and at last he was plunging into Draco with no abandon. Draco was in ecstasy! God he never knew it could be like this. Harry filled Draco and his last thrust against Draco's prostate sent come flying over their chests. Harry collapsed in a heap on top of Draco. Draco was rubbing circles on Harry's back and whispered in his ear…
"I swear each time is better and better."
Harry grinned and muttered a cleansing spell, content to let himself wrapped in Draco so thoroughly that no one would be able to tell where one began and the other ended. Harry's watch started beeping.
"Shit, it's time to go and I'm not dressed, I haven't eaten, I haven't had any coffee. Shit. Shit. Shit!" Harry was hopping around trying to get dressed and pat his hair down at the same time.
"Relax honey, I'll find my blasted shoes and go for my run, and drop off your coffee and a biscuit or something."
"Thanks Drake, I owe you one!" Harry replied flashing that famous smile.
"Actually dear, I just got one." Draco had to duck because Harry had caused a pillow to go flying at him.
"I'll get you for that one later Malfoy."
"Tutt, tutt, Potter my dear, I am a Potter now!" Draco said wagging his wedding ring at Harry.
"All the more reason to get you later then." And with that Harry gave Draco a quick peck and apparated away.
Draco decided that he had a long day ahead of him, and he had better start it with his coffee next or he will be completely miserable. He threw his jogging clothes back on and started shifting through the mile high debris left from opening wedding gifts, most from perfect strangers; some pointing out that if anything was ever to happen so that Harry was single again, they'd be more than available, and enclosed pictures and addresses where they could be reached. 'Some people' thought Draco. He found his trainers and as he sat down to tie them he sat on the corner of something, picking it up he saw it: the book from Moody. He grabbed his wand and threw a reducto curse at it, but nothing happened. He picked it up and threw it into the fire, but it did not catch on fire or melt. It just sat there. Draco levitated it out and threw it in the sink. He didn't know what to do with it. He opened it up again, out of morbid curiosity. The page where Charlie Weasley's bare backside was there, and there was Draco bouncing up and down on his lap. He went to turn the page when a note fell from an owl that apparently just flew in the window and then left without a treat or anything. It was from Charlie.
Draco,
I don't know what to say here. I got reamed to hell and back last night. Hermione couldn't get over the whole student/teacher thing, and my mum couldn't get over the fact that I actually had sex with you knowing that Harry liked you as well. But I didn't know that you liked Harry until the end. I am sorry about Harry finding out about this, but I will never be sorry about what happened between us. Hopefully Harry will understand that and let you move on. I didn't know you had quite that extensive of a past, but realize that it is nothing to be ashamed about. You grew up in a completely different atmosphere than what Harry did and he will accept that if he loves you. One thing troubles me though, and that is where did Moody get those pictures? I certainly never took any and by the look on your face, I don't think you did either…Those pictures look like they were taken by someone spying on you. The ones of Harry are for the most part ones that could have been in any wizarding magazine at any time. But those of you…it looks too coincidental that these just happened to be found by Moody. He has someone up his sleeve, and personally I would like to know who. I have an idea that I will research bit, I will let you know anything as soon as I find out. I think it's best not to tell Harry about this. He was mad at Moody, but I don't think he needs to be drug into the middle of this, especially not with him being nearly done with school. Take care of yourself Draco.
Love,
Charlie Weasley
Draco re-read the note again, and folded it up and put it in his pocket. He would need this for later that day. He was going to Hogwarts and have lunch with Snape; he wasn't going to make the fire mistake again. So Draco finished tying his trainers and left the apartment for his run. Stopping only at Barnes and Noble to grab Harry his plain ole black Columbian coffee and a blueberry biscuit and a plain coffee for himself as well. He was in no mood for anything frivolous today. He walked out into the alley and then apparated back to their apartment. There he showered quickly and drank his coffee while getting dressed. He grabbed Harry's breakfast then flooed to the Ministry of Magic. He walked along to the lifts, stopping again to allow Eric to check his wand, then proceeding up to the 3rd floor. Draco made the right and followed the signs down the hall to the auror training rooms.
'Harry should be in room 3-697' Draco muttered to himself. As he came upon the room he realized that he would have to face Moody, unless maybe…that's it. He turned around and started walking straight back towards the lifts, then kept walking to the last cubicle on the left. He started rambling the second he stopped in front of the desk.
"Kingsley! Nice to see you; we really love the picture frame that you got us for the wedding. That was just so thoughtful of you! I don't,"
"Yes Draco, what can I do to help you?" Kingsley Shacklebolt asked with a smile.
"What makes you think I need your help, I was just in the building and thought that I would simply stop by and say hello and thank you personally for such a wonderful gift?"
"I'm sure. However Draco you do know that you don't have to lie and act all nice. If you need a favor just simply ask for one."
"Okay, we finally had a fall out with Mad-Ass and Harry didn't get to eat breakfast this morning, and it really is the most important meal of the day, so I wanted to bring him in a little something, but I"
"You don't want to deal with Moody right now? Am I right? You know Draco you are going to have to overcome some prejudices as well. You just can't go around blankly labeling people either, and I know that Mad-Eye can be a little harsh, and yes he's a little rough around the edges but over all he is a pre"
"Pretty good guy, is that what you were going to say? He's a twisted, sick, and perverted old coot that should not be working in the interests of the public! He ruined our wedding, and he ruined our gift opening and he is constantly trying to tell Harry how horrible I am, and that he deserves better. And while Harry does deserve better than me I don't want it thrown in his face every day. And no, I would rather not see him right now, and no it is not because of some preconceived half cocked idea. I know the man hates me, and I know he's fucking with my head right now, and as soon as I can prove it, I will get him as far away from Harry and I as I can. But until that time, I am going to avoid him like the pile of rubbish that he is."
Kingsley sat there stunned. He knew that Mad-Eye rubbed a lot of people the wrong way, but he had no idea that Draco's dislike for the man ran so deep. He wondered about the wedding and the gift opening though, how could he have ruined them without being in the papers or something, still better to err on the side of caution.
"Okay Draco, obviously that was the wrong thing to say at this point, so what would you like me to do?"
"Would you please just take these into Harry?" Draco asked as he held out Harry's coffee and biscuit.
"No problem, would you like me to tell him anything or give him a note?"
"No, No, thank you very much, and I'm sorry for jumping all over you like that. That man is just a very sore subject for me, especially right now. Ever since the whole ferret thing, and yes I know it wasn't really him, but still, he never did anything to prove otherwise, he's always hated me, I guess I just thought that maybe he'd leave me alone since Harry married me. I guess I was wrong though, he'll never let us live in peace. Isn't that what Harry deserves after everything he's been through though? Isn't it?" Draco was near tears…
"Draco, I won't pretend I know what happened, but please just know that Mad-Eye looks at Harry like the son he's never had…He loves that boy more than anything, and I am sure that once Harry reassures him that you are what he wants that Moody will back off. Now I will go take these into Harry, sure you don't want me to give him a message? "
"No, well yes…could you give him a kiss for me?" Draco giggled as Kingsley Shacklebolt walked away shaking his head, and muttering…"Some people's kids." Draco turned to leave when he noticed his name on a piece of paper there. Looking around and seeing that no one else was looking that way, Draco pulled the piece of paper up a bit to see what it was about. Scanning quickly so as to not get caught, Draco skimmed down the paper at the list of people Kingsley had checked with about Draco's inheritance. Taking another look around and still seeing nobody Draco picked up the paper quickly and continued reading down the list. Two names caught his eye, Rufus Scrimgeour and Alastor Moody. The Minister of Magic himself and Mad-Eye! How in god's name are they connected? And why? As Draco was looking for some more information Kingsley came back to the cubicle.
"See anything of interest to you there Draco?" He asked. Draco who had enough sense to be embarrassed quickly shoved the paper under Kingsley's nose.
"Why are Scrimgeour and Moody in red, when everyone else's is in black?"
"Easy Draco, those are the only 2 that have yet to answer my post I had sent them regarding your case. The Minister has been very busy, as you would understand, and Moody has been very busy as well working on a private investigation on his own after classes are done." Draco looked thoughtful for a moment…
"I see, and everyone else has? Does that mean nothing to you? I know that the Minister would be busy, but Moody? The old man has enough time to work on his twisted little scrap book, but not answer a few questions? Especially since he nearly walks past your cubicle on his way to class everyday!"
"Draco," Kinglsey started in a warning tone, "You are throwing accusations where none should be laid. I know you don't like Moody, but to suspect him of purposefully blocking a case is ludicrous. Now I have to get back to work. Have a nice day Mr. Potter."
"It's Malfoy-Potter to you! Good day!" Draco turned and stormed out of the building and sneered at the fountain as he walked past, clearly remembering the last time he did so.
"That damn Moody is out to get me…I know he's up to something." He continued past and went to the floo, shouting out "the Three Broomsticks." He really needed a drink.
After a couple of fire-whiskeys Draco began the ascent to Hogwarts. He remembered what it was like running down this hill to go to Zonko's and sneak in to ogle Madame Rosmerta, and the sweets: god how he missed the sweets. He also missed how simple life was in those early years at Hogwarts, before Voldemort had to turn everything upside down. Then his father making the whole situation so much worse the night he kidnapped Harry. But then again, if none of that had ever happened he wouldn't have saved Harry and probably wouldn't be married to him either. I guess it's true what they say; everything does happen for a reason. Finally reaching the school Draco quickly walked down to the dungeons looking for the portrait of the old Alchemist and began rapping on it loudly. It took but a few moments for Severus to answer open his door.
"So Potty let you out to play today did he?"
"No, Harry doesn't know that I am here, and do not forget that I am a Potter now as well Severus."
"Touché. So what do you want Draco? More money for shopping?"
"No, I don't need anymore of your money; I need your help with a curse."
"Oh! Potter's been a bad boy hmm? What do you want? His head to shrink? To make him worship you? To make him a slave? Oh Draco I've been waiting for this day for"
"You really are sick you know that? No Harry is fine, and no I don't want to curse him. Someone has put a curse on me and I think it's Moody. I need your help to figure out what the hell it is so I can stop it."
"You know you really shouldn't get my hopes up like that, but go on. What did the bastard do to you now? I don't see any white fur." As Draco frowned, Snape just sneered. "You deserved that for getting my hopes up."
"Very well then, you win. Happy?"
"Yes quite."
"Good. Now listen I have been having these images and voices in my head. They are of every person I've ever fucked."
"I would like to inject here that maybe that is just post-wedding jitters, seeing as how you always had a healthy sexual appetite, and now are going to be confined to mere rabbit food; maybe it is your sub-conscious"
"No, Severus that is not it. Now listen to me please." Draco was beginning to pout so of course Snape shut up, and placed his head in his hands.
"I'm listening."
"Good. Now don't interrupt again! Anyways, the only time I have these hallucinations or whatever is when I have sex with Harry, and it very specific. It's only when I am fucking him. It doesn't happen when he's in me." At this point Snape looked to be sick.
"Good Lord Severus, act your age! It's not like I got descriptive or anything." As soon as Snape straightened up Draco continued." Anyways look, this has been happening since our wedding day, and it's difficult to explain. The hallucinations are just like there, I turn into them while I make love to Harry. And I can see it all, like I'm across the room watching someone else fuck my husband. And at the end I always here Mad-Eye's voice telling me that I'm trash and that Harry deserves better than me, and he starts cackling…It's the same every bloody time, and if I don't have sex with Harry, the visions come in my sleep and I see the whole thing. With every thrust into Harry I change into someone else. The worst part is, is that Harry doesn't know, and he keeps looking up at where I am, where I should be with that look…my look…that only I can give Harry. I can't take this Severus. I need your help. Please."
Back at the Ministry of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt was going over the paper in front of him yet again. He knew there was something that should be standing out, but try as he might, he couldn't figure it out. That is until he factored in one unknown variable, Moody. Kingsley had been sure that Alastor Moody had just overlooked the parchment on Draco that he had sent him, but since Draco's little outburst earlier, he was beginning to question that. There were no motives, not really, except even he said that he was just trying to protect Harry, and father figures were known for doing some pretty stupid things to protect their children. But what did Draco's money have to do with Harry. If anything, it would make life easier on Harry because Draco wanted his money back so he could go to school as well. So both he and Draco would then be employed, but why is having money a bad thing? It just didn't connect. He wondered about the other stuff though. How did he ruin their wedding? How did he ruin their gift opening? He was just going to have to ask Harry.
Draco feeling entirely worn out started his long walk back down the hill towards Hogsmeade. In the Three Broomsticks he sat down with another fire-whiskey and thought about the day's happenings. He knew he had better get home and get dinner started. He knew that Harry liked to eat dinner as soon as he got home in the afternoon and have tea around 8pm; he was a backwards kind of person. Oh well! Draco stood from the bar and threw some coins down and nodded at Rosmerta. As he walked to the floo he didn't notice anyone following him. He called out his and Harry's address and stopped to look around the flat as the spinning slowed to a stop. Their flat, not his, not Harry's, but this was where they lived.
He took his robes off and cast a quick scourgify and hung them back up. He then went into the kitchen and began his preparations for dinner. He poured himself a glass of red wine to sip at while he cooked, and grabbed the chicken from the freezer. He went about casting spells to thaw the chicken, and setting the fire in the oven. Draco decided some steamed vegetables would be good as well. He set the knives to cutting and went to change into some more comfortable clothes, he wasn't feeling quite right, and didn't know why, and so a clean set of clothes would make him feel better. As he entered his room the door was slammed shut behind him.
"Blaise. What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you again Draco. I heard that you got married, and I couldn't believe it. The infamous Draco Malfoy committing to something? It's a day I never thought that I would see."
"You're just jealous because it's not you. You were a lousy fuck anyways." The words tumbled out of Draco's mouth before he realized it, and also realized that he had left his wand in the kitchen. 'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid' he berated himself. Blaise was fast though, and he had Draco pinned on the bed in a blink.
"I was a lousy fuck huh? Then why'd you come back for more? You loved it and you know it." He forced his mouth down onto Draco's licking his lips and grinding his hips down onto Draco's. Draco bit his tongue and brought his knee up, but Blaise had already blocked it. "You've been around Potter too long, you don't even try to block your mind anymore, just let it open there for everyone now eh?"
"Shut up you disgusting pig, and let me up dammit."
"See I was going to be nice about this, but you had to go and insult me, so guess what? I have to show you how good of a fuck I am, just to straighten this out for you." Blaise muttered an incantation that had Draco limp, and unable to use his muscles, but still very much awake, and very much able to feel everything. Then he muttered another one that ripped Draco's clothes off of him and into shreds. Blaise then pulled down his own trousers and situated Draco on the edge of the bed, and then put himself right at Draco's entrance, Draco's sneer still in place.
"Think this will be any different? It's pretty bad that you have to immobilize the person you want to have sex with; maybe you should check yourself into Saint Mungo's. I hear that Longbottom has opened a clinic for insane people, and I am sure that he'd just love to work with you." He was going to have to hold him off with words, Harry would be home shortly, and then he would be fine. He just kept repeating that over and over again in his mind.
"Think you little hubby is going to rush home and save his precious little slut? I think not, he has extra classes tonight, and a meeting with Shacklebolt, so I think that we'll have plenty of time to get on with our business." With that he grabbed Draco's ankles, and yanked him up, embedding his prick deep within Draco. No one heard Draco's scream that night as he was being assaulted. Blaise made sure to place silencing charms throughout the house. With every thrust into Draco he reminded him that he was never going to be worth shit. The dark lord may be gone, but they all still remembered how Draco didn't follow through on his orders, and then turned against them, and ratted them all out. With each mind numbing thrust, he reminded Draco that he belonged with them, not with Saint Potter. He was used and was trash to Potter, and he just pitied him and that's why he married him, and that Draco's real place was back with Blaise and the others…he was darkness to the core, how could he pretend to be such a sickening goody? He belonged with Blaise. He was trash. Harry only pitied him. He would never be anything but Harry's leftovers, and good little wifey…
"As soon as Harry finds out what kind of man you really are, he'll leave you, you know that don't you. You can't keep up this charade forever. He'll find out what a whore you are, and then where will you be? Sitting on some street corner trying to earn a few bucks giving blow jobs to those pathetic fucks in Knockturn Alley, that's where." Draco's head had been buzzing… would Harry forgive him for this? He really was a weakling…there's no way out of this one. Maybe he won't have to tell Harry if this idiot hurries up, he can clean up and straighten everything up before Harry gets home. That's it, that's exactly what I'll do. It will all be okay. Harry doesn't have to know.
"Not quite Draco darling, see you really have gotten bad at this haven't you? You see I want Harry to see us. That way you will have to answer all of the questions about how much you like this." Just then Blaise pulled out and shot his load all over Draco's face, then rubbed it in.
"Like that, don't you, your filthy little gutter slut. You'll learn your place."
He then grabbed hold of Draco's prick, and started licking it…Draco couldn't help it…It was beyond his control, then Blaise did the unthinkable. He started preparing himself then straddled Draco and lowered himself onto him…
"You are a sick Fuck you know that! I hate you! I hate you! Get off of me! I'll never be with you!" Draco was screaming now, frantic…for him to be raped is one thing, but for Harry to walk in and see this…Merlin! How am I going to explain this?
"Good thinking Drake darling." Blaise grabbed Draco's hands and held them on his thighs. "You're better than I remember Draco, at least Harry has taught you something." Tears streaming down Draco's cheeks he screamed and screamed begging Blaise to let him alone. Blaise just looked at Draco…
"What makes you think that you can live Happily Ever After huh? You're not the prince anymore, remember? You forfeited that the night you rescued Harry. "
"He made his choice then, to not be a lemming like you. He chose to follow his instincts, not some cracked up old fool. Now get off my husband." Blaise looked up at Harry, amusement on his face. Draco just began crying all the harder.
"I am getting your husband off, can't you see? I think he's rather enjoying himself don't you?" Harry had his wand aimed at Blaise.
"I warned you once; now get the hell out of here." His voice sounding deeper than Draco remembered. Blaise bent down and gave Draco a kiss before apparating away. Draco lay there shaking, and rolled into a ball. Harry rushed over to see if Draco was okay. He saw the clothes shredded lying all over, and noticed that blood was leaking from between his legs.
"Draco, what happened? How did Blaise get in here? Are you okay?" Harry hugged Draco, but Draco couldn't hug him back, he was still under the spell. Draco just cried.
"I'm going to take you to Saint Mungo's; I don't know what else to do. I don't know if Poppy will know how to fix this." With that he picked Draco up, and saw that the tears had stopped, and Draco just lay there staring, cold expressionless eyes. Harry vowed to track down that idiot and make sure he was sent to Azkaban. 'God why does this have to happen to Draco' thought Harry. Draco on the other hand couldn't help but think that Moody and Blaise and half the wizarding world was right…Harry did deserve better than this. After everything that Harry had been through he deserved a knight in shining armor and a happily ever after, Draco had fooled himself thinking that he could join in Harry's happily ever after. He had hoped it would work, but apparently his past was just too much, and no matter what it will just keep coming back to smack him down in his place.