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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. 6
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It had been a tough last few weeks for both Draco and Harry, having gotten caught sleeping under a tree by the lake in each other's arms, and being the latest gossip of the whole school. Every time either boy walked down the hallway, he was stared and pointed at, and sometimes even insulted and laughed at. Draco's life had become even more difficult, due to the fact that his father now knew about his little 'fling' with Harry.
"Draco, please see me after class," said Professor Snape quietly one day before Potions was almost over. Draco had assumed it was because of the fact that almost every staff member in Hogwarts knew about his and Harry's night together, and he half expected Snape to threaten him and take points from his own house. He was very relieved to find out that Snape had only wanted to talk to him about his marks. Or so he thought.
Draco walked over to his Professor's desk after class, and waited for what he thought was a severe reprimanding.
"You wanted to talk to me Professor?" he asked.
"I do. We need to discuss a plan of action; your marks are slipping Draco, and you have not turned in the last three essays that were due, nor have you done your homework for two weeks. This is not like you, and I'm afraid if this doesn't change, being in your last year here you may not be qualified to graduate." Snape's expression changed from informative to very serious.
"I was also instructed to give you this." He handed Draco a letter sealed with a dark green wax stamp that sported the initials LM engraved into it. Draco's heart sank.
"Thank you professor," Draco said coldly, "and I'll be sure to do something about my marks." Snape nodded once, and Draco left. Secretly he didn't care about his marks in any class at the moment; he was so bothered by the attention he was getting in the hallways and the harassment back in Slytherin house.
Draco walked briskly down the dungeon hallways and constantly threw out obscene hand gestures at random people who looked at him. As soon as he reached the common room, he sat himself down in the dark green velvet armchair across from the fire. It was cold outside, being nearly two days away from Christmas break, and the fire was a comforting thing to be next to. Draco carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter that looked only a paragraph long. Shaking slightly, he unfolded it and read:
Draco,
As Christmas approaches, do not think about coming home for the holidays. I do not want to see you; you have tainted the blood of the entire Malfoy heritage and disgraced all of who are currently alive. For this I hope you feel like dying; get used to the feeling, you're going to feel it again come the end of this year when we meet again.
As your father, I am given the right to take action against you when I see fit. As your continuous punishment, I have withdrawn every last bit of money from your Gringott's account and have destroyed everything in your room. It is now sparse, simply a bed and a bathroom. When you return, we will discuss what needs to happen about that and your new living arrangements. I have also been continually discussing your upcoming meeting with our Master, and he has most generously agreed that instead of riding the train home, he will send his most loyal servant to accompany you to meet him. You will then be given the Dark Mark, and no doubt become his greatest asset, no questions asked. Until then,
Lucius A. Malfoy
He was speechless. For the first time in his life, 17 year old Draco Malfoy was speechless. He raged inside and no longer was afraid to hold it back as he lifted the mahogany coffee table next to his chair and threw it against the wall. He screamed and kicked the leg off of a matching mahogany table, sending a chess set crashing to the ground. He could have been breathing fire as he tore up the letter and threw it into the fireplace, being careful to completely squish the wax his father used to seal it with. He felt suddenly better. Draco turned around as the trapdoor to the common room opened and a first year girl with long black hair came in. She looked around the room and saw the splintered chair, broken table, and fallen chess set and then looked at Draco.
"I don't know." Said Draco. "Must have been a ghoul or something."
The girl shrugged and made her way up to the girl's dormitory. Draco sat himself back down in the chair, and tried to fight back tears. He soon gave up and let them fall as he left for his private Head Boy quarters.
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Harry's life had been even worse than usual, if that was even possible. His constant arguments with Ron were far from over, and he was now being sent very rude and unwanted anonymous letters from somebody who apparently hated him with everything they had. He could only suppose it was Ron, but it was very different from his handwriting. "He could be using a disguise spell," thought Harry to himself as he tore up the latest letter and threw it out the window of the boys' dormitory bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower and had not heard anybody enter the bathroom, so he could not understand how the letter had gotten placed right below the shower door and his clothes stolen.
"This is about as fun as fighting that damned horntail back in fourth year," Harry said aloud.
"Glad you think so," said a sour voice from behind the divider that separated the shower from the toilet.
Draco Malfoy emerged with crossed arms and an angry look on his face as Harry swung the spare towel he had around his waist.
"Don't worry, I've already seen it," he sneered.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry, feeling very confused. "Who let you in?"
"I let me in," replied Malfoy coolly. "You forgot the close the window and I was practicing my flying, and the open window looked rather inviting."
"Did it?" questioned Harry wittily as he stepped toward Malfoy. "And I suppose you find it funny to steal my clothes while I was in the shower as well?"
"Didn't figure it much of anything really, considering we've both seen each other without them before."
Harry just glared.
"Well you do understand that it's winter, the door is opened, and I just stepped out of a hot shower right? It might feel the slightest bit cold," he was beginning to get annoyed with Malfoy's stalling process to avoid giving him back his clothes.
"You do understand that my father will kill both me and you and hang our heads as trophies on the wall if he finds out we're even within a 20 meter radius of each other, right?"
"That never stopped you before," said Harry defensively.
"And it's not about to, either." Malfoy looked extremely intimidating and about 3 feet taller than usual.
To Harry, this was quite arousing.
Malfoy pushed Harry up against the wall just as his father had done to him, and kissed him passionately.
"God I fucking love you Potter," he gasped between breaths. Neither boy realized that Draco Malfoy was crying.
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A/N: I lied, I lied, I lied, I LIED. Okay? Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up; I just haven't been motivated to write much lately. I think I'm going to shorten this story a bit and just cut to the chase here. To me, this chapter was somewhat pointless, but I wanted to give you guys a bit just to let you know that I haven't abandoned this story. Most definitely not. I'm just gonna get to the point, and get out. And it's gonna be good, too. Better than this mindless drabble… -mumbles in annoyance-
Thanks to my reviewers, as usual. I'm not going to continue doing personalized responses before the story as I have done in the past, as it takes too long and I am just plain lazy. :P Have a Happy Christmas, and good Holidays. You may be getting something tomorrow, you may be getting something the next day, who knows. You'll be getting something before the New Year most definitely, and I'm going to try to finish this before then. …but we all know how good I am at saying I'll add a chapter and then not doing it.
Heh.