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WARNING! Character death in a later chapter. This story also contains SLASH! First couple chapters have moderate language. If you don't approve, don't read. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.

Kisses Were Never Meant to Hurt Ch. 5

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The sun was shining brightly and both Harry and Draco were asleep under the tree Draco had previously torn apart the night before. They had been asleep, that is, until somebody had very rudely interrupted them and kicked Draco in the side.

"Two gay lovers sleeping outside next to a tree? How lovely…" Argus Filch's raspy voice stung both Harry and Draco's ears. Harry lay frozen to the ground, desperately pretending he was still asleep. Draco however, stood up lazily, shirtless, and said in a bored voice, "how lovely to see you here so early… I didn't know you could survive in the sunlight."

"And I had no idea there would be such dirty romance lingering on the Hogwarts grounds. I figured I'd do my morning patrol to make sure nobody was planning on, ahem, sneaking out, and this is what I find?" Filch clicked his tongue three times. "Disgraceful disgraceful. Too bad poor young Mister Malfoy's daddy is already here on account of Professor Snape's summonings a day ago." And icy feeling slid down Draco's throat, and he could barely swallow. Filch grabbed Draco by the ear, and dragged him away back towards the castle.

"Come on Mister Malfoy, we've got some business to take care of."

Harry couldn't believe his senses. He was caught by Argus Filch lying half-naked on the Hogwarts grounds, in the morning, under a tree, entwined with Draco Malfoy.

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Filch continued to lead Draco into the castle, through the crowds of students, and let them laugh and snigger at the shirtless blonde.

"You could have at least let me get completely dressed," hissed Draco softly.

"You could have chosen not to sneak out and sleep with Potter, but you did. Despite the fact that I don't care for any of the students here, I'm very disappointed in you." Filch was almost growling. "You've given the finest wizarding name a very bad reputation in the past few days. If whipping students as a punishment was still allowed, your body would be in shreds by now."

All Draco could do was stay silent until Filch led him down the dungeons and into Snape's office. He was shoved through the door, and realized he was standing face to face with a very angry Lucius Malfoy. Draco didn't even have time to think before he felt a sharp smack across his face.

"What is the matter with you, boy?" snarled Lucius. He grabbed his son by the shirt collar and threw him against the cold stone wall, so hard that Draco hit his head and became dizzy. He cast a pleading look at Professor Snape, who simply stared him down. Lucius approached Draco who was leaning against the wall, and kicked him in the side. Draco coiled into himself and couldn't breathe.

"When I ask you a question, you are to answer me at once," Lucius coldly said. He kicked Draco again. "Now," he towered above his son and glared. "What is this nonsense about you and that Potter boy together?"

Draco tried to speak, coughed, and then managed a few words. "I… we…. We aren't."

"Aren't what?" asked Lucius accusingly. "Aren't together? I damn well hope not. A gay Malfoy is one thing – but a gay Malfoy who dates sworn enemies doesn't even deserve to live. I thought I brought you up well. What would your mother think of you now?" Lucius yanked Draco to his feet by the upper arm, took a step back, and examined his son closely. "White-blonde hair. A beautiful trademark of our genetics. The long face and graceful movements. Another beautiful Malfoy trademark. Up until a few days ago, I had been very proud of you; but now, my greatest wish is to have you dead. You've soiled the image of the Malfoys, you've disgraced the Slytherin house, and you've given a bad name to the dark side. Tell me, Draco, who else do you see mingling with the source of contamination?"

Draco couldn't answer.

"I asked you a question!" Howled Lucius, and brought his cane up and across Draco's face. The blow caused a welt the size of a large bird on the left side of Draco's cheek. He held his ground, and tried not to grimace.

A mean grin cracked across Lucius' face. "There. That's EXACTLY what I was proud of not long ago. The ability to hide emotion. All Malfoy's do it. You did it perfectly up until now. Your mother and I don't even love each other – we married to breed and keep the greatest wizarding bloodline alive. You will not love anyone."

"You are such a hypocrite. Talking about how you-"Draco was cut off by his father grabbing him around the neck with both hands and nearly crushing his windpipe.

"YOU ARE A TRAITOR!" screamed Lucius, his face 3 inches from his son's. "I WAS A FOOL FROM THE START, NOT SENDING YOU TO A SCHOOL LIKE DURMSTRANG. I TEACH YOU THE TRUE WAY OF LIFE, AND YOU REPAY ME BY DOING WHAT? BECOMING A GAY COUPLE AND HAVING SEX WITH THE ENEMY? I'M ASHAMED, DRACO. WE ARE ALL ASHAMED." Draco was starting to feel sick and dizzy from being held around the neck, and having spit fly into his face from his angry father's yelling mouth. "YOU ARE AN UTTER PIECE OF SHIT."

These last words almost killed Draco right then and there.

Lucius let go of Draco's neck, and let him collapse into the stone floor. "It's no wonder your mother coddled you so as a child. I always told her, punish the boy, beat some sense into his simple little mind just like his father does, he'll learn. Show him the ropes; show him what it's really like. She always knew you'd turn out to be a worthless, rotten scumbag. Always knew you'd be a pansy. Let me tell you, Draco, this was her doing, she should have beat you senseless like I always did; I punished her before I came. I punished her, and she's learned her lesson. Her body lies buried under the pansies you and her planted this summer before you returned here to Hogwarts. Ironic, isn't it? That you and her planted pansies?" Lucius backed away and gave his son some space. Draco's throat was so tight he feared he might die of suffocation before his father finished talking.

His mother was dead.

His father had done it.

It was all his fault.

"If I hear one more thing about you and that Potter boy," Lucius was using his warning tone. "It will definitely be the last I hear." He beckoned for Professor Snape to open the door for him, and Argus Filch handed him his cloak. "Thank you, Draco, for spending quality time with me. It is always the highlight of my day. Have a good rest of term, and keep yourself in line." With that, Lucius Malfoy left the room, and Draco was shoved out the door by an extremely happy looking Argus Filch.

Draco did not know what to do. He couldn't think, he couldn't talk, he could barely even move his body hurt so bad. He was rounding the dungeon corner, making his way up the staircase to the great hall, when he ran into Harry Potter.

"Draco, I-"Harry looked worried. Draco noticed he had changed clothes, and had probably not even gotten into trouble. Loud gasps and pointing fingers made their way down the hallway by other students, and the show was turned on Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Suddenly, Draco Malfoy knew what he had to do.

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It was a while before both boys saw each other again. They both quickly exchanged glances (with points and whispers from random students), where Draco noticed Harry arguing with Ron over something that seemed very insignificant.

"RON. Would you PLEASE pass me the potatoes?" Harry said, extremely annoyed at his best friends obvious attempts to ignore him.

"I'll pass you something else if you like," said Ron, and made a gesture that was pointed under the table. Harry sighed, giving up, and decided he didn't really want potatoes that night anyway.

Hermione had tried to reason with the both of them, and Harry had agreed to try and talk to Ron about what he thought the problem was, but Ron was more than unwilling. He had gotten Seamus and Dean to torment Harry the night before by emptying his trunk and hiding all his things. Ron had just sat back and relaxed, watching a frantic Harry search for his missing schoolbooks and possessions. He had even stolen Harry's journal, (which he wrote in almost daily his utmost private thoughts) and copied a few of the most interesting pages, which he then posted publicly in the Gryffindor common room, and owled to several random students. Word had quickly spread that Harry Potter was gay, had been in contact with the fugitive Sirius Black, and did sometimes dream sad things and shed a few tears about his late parents.

Hermione had also complimented Harry about how well he was handling things (or at least on the outside), despite the journal entry he had written last year about how incredibly annoying she got sometimes. That particular copy of Harry's journal had mysteriously found its way into Hermione's Arithmancy book, and when she read it and simply tossed it in the trash bin, Ron was visibly furious.

"I'll try this again," Harry spoke firmly to Ron, who cut him off right before he was about to ask why Ron was so angry.

"And if you'd like, I'll try you behind that torn up tree by the lake."

Harry stormed out of the great hall and back towards the Gryffindor Common Room. He had had quite enough of this.

Once Harry had entered through the portrait hole and made his way up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, he strode over to Ron's bed and lifted up the mattress. There he found Ron's journal. Harry had known where Ron kept it since first year, and now in their seventh, he was sure there had to be some interesting stuff written in there by now.

He took Ron's journal with him to his bed where he sat cross-legged, but not before casting a spell to lock the door to their dormitory.

'This is a very childish thing to do,' thought Harry. That however, did not stop him from opening the scarlet book with the letters RBW printed in gold on the front. Harry didn't understand how Ron could afford such a nice journal, but he didn't care at that point.

The first sentence on the page under the date and time said this:

"It's not the fact that he's gay, it's the fact that he's gay and dating DRACO MALFOY."

'Well that says it all,' thought Harry angrily, and slammed the book shut. He put it back under Ron's mattress, right where it had been before, unlocked the door, and decided it was time for bed.

'Jesus Christ,' he thought angrily, 'we aren't even dating.' Harry desperately wished Sirius was alive so he could use him as a punching bag right now. He knew Sirius wouldn't have minded, and remembered how he could always tell his godfather everything that was on his mind.

Harry dressed for bed, turned out the light, and almost immediately fell asleep under the safe comforter of his four-poster bed.

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A/N: I told you the next chapter would be up shortly. :) I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was a blast. Thanks loads for reviewing; I swear I got about 4 or 5 reviews within 10 hours of posting it. That made me really happy. I don't know how long it will be until I post the next chapter up, but hopefully not nearly three months time as it was for this one and the one before. Expect something around October 8-10, as I've got a three day weekend off school then, and the 10th happens to be my birthday. :) That's only about two and half weeks time too. Thanks again for all your reviewing. Motivation is the key to success. And really kids, listen to your teachers… that statement is true.