A/N: this is the chapter I think you've all been waiting for aside from the sex scene. I hope you're happy with this. Other then this chapter I think I am only going to update once or twice to finish the story. Hope your not disappointed please tell me what you think by REVEWING!
Xavier lay wrapped in Harry's warm embrace. He was happy but he could tell his lover was not. Although it was always a pleasure with Harry, he didn't seem as "into" as usual. He knew the boy had been upset that Dumbledore had been attacked, but this went beyond even that. He wasn't sure if he should take the job that Dumbledore had offered him now.
He knew that Harry would blame himself, that he'd scared him off with his power. But truly it was really because he didn't want to work at chapters. He was going to make a sacrifice for Harry and stay but it didn't exactly look like Harry had wanted him too.
Last night when he'd found Harry he'd been almost in tears, hugging himself. He couldn't understand it. The moment he saw Xavier though he pulled him into a large hug, sobbing onto his shoulder. Then whispered so seductively into his ear, he just needed to get laid right there. Though Harry wasn't that merciful, it seemed he was in a vindictive mood, they had what seemed like hours of foreplay before hand. They eventually ended up in the bedroom.
Xavier untangled himself from the boy and pulled a the discarded sheet around his naked body. He gazed down at the boy; the boy who'd saved the world and couldn't help but smirk at the naivety of the boy. He'd defeated the fucking dark lord and couldn't even see that Xavier was using him. First it was just for the fame, but then it was also for the body. Harry's body could rival a god, he'd imagined. He raked a finger nail down the saviour's check, content to see it turning red. Oh how he loved when Harry turned colors for him.
"Vous me ferez célèbre mon cher et alors nous verrons que qui est dominant, » (you will make me a star my dear and then we will see who the dominant one is then.) He whispered to the sleeping boy secure in the knowledge that no one could hear him.
Little did he know that the person in the bed opposite him was very much awake and capable of understanding French, real well. He strode out of the room after placing his clothes back in their appropriate places on his body. He sauntered out of the room, stopping only to pick you a croissant on the way out, he was laughing to himself.
Draco pulled himself up, from his lying position on his bed. His French being very good, like the other languages he knows, he understood everything that Xavier had said. He also knew what unspoken implications the jerk meant.
His eyes travelled over to the black haired man on the opposite four posters, still in a deep slumber, not that he'd have understood the French anyways. But it always helped to hear the underlying threat that was heard in his voice. His eyes lingered on the boy's hands as they squeezed the sheet, scrunching it up. It looked as if he was having a bad dream. In all actuality he looked like a little kid, scared and alone in the dream world. He wanted to go and wake the boy, telling him that he wasn't alone; he'd always be there to love him. But he refrained, thinking of who was in his bed this morning. Yet he couldn't help but pity the boy hero. He was gorgeous, had a great personality, an awesome catch even if he wasn't famous. But all anyone would ever see was his fame, and manipulate him for it. Xavier was prime example. Thoughts of the boy made his eye brows lower and twist his mouth into a scowl. Now that he knew the git wasn't any good for Harry he felt no remorse stealing him from the other, not that he'd have felt any in the first place.
He decided now was as good as anytime to start the day. He got up and left for the shower, still not believing he was clean.
In the midst of a shower, trying desperately not to think of a certain hero he didn't hear the shower door open. Nor did he feel a hand grab him around the waist. But he couldn't miss the quick "good morning," the other person offered for him.
"ah!" he shouted when his mind wrapped around the fact that someone else was in the shower with him. "What the hell?" he said and turned face the intruder.
And what a surprise it was Harry Potter, looking quite startled to see Draco Malfoy in the shower with him. "what are you doing here?" they both said at the same time, then responded in the same fashion, "taking a shower, what does it look like." Regaining his senses faster Draco pinned Harry with a cold glare, hoping he'd get the message and leave.
"What?" asked Harry as he reached for the shampoo, the shower was quite large allowing them to more around freely, even with two of them in it.
"You can not just say that after you walk into the shower while I am already here," Draco shouted.
"While I wanted to take a shower and besides I thought you were Xavier, so I came in. anyways it's not like it maters much now does it. I've seen you naked and begging." Said Harry calmly, curling the last word. He started to soap himself up, scrubbing, successfully ignoring the other man in the shower. The other continued to glare at him forcefully.
"Do you mind?" spoke Harry, in a bemused voice, angering Draco farther.
"Quite," was Draco's reply.
"Well then get out," said Harry. Draco not letting anyone kick him out of his own shower, continued with his previous activities.
They both finished their shower and departed, not bothering to glance at each other.
Draco made his way down to the great hall, he was very hungry. He hadn't eaten much the other day, his stomach was unsettled. He sat down and immediately hands wrapped around his waist. He growled at them, but they didn't move. He turned to see who dared to touch him. Pansy, he should have known. She kissed his check and he felt like vomiting. Instead he smiled and began to eat his French toast.
Not a minute later Harry walked into the hall, he looked a little preoccupied, but when he passed the Slitherin table and saw Pansy's armed around Draco, his eyes narrowed but he said nothing. After all wasn't he with Xavier?
Sitting down at his own table, Harry began to heap various foods onto his plat, he did it angrily. Around him some noticed and didn't bother him. He was happy with this, as he was lost in thought and contemplating what Pansy's arms around Draco meant. Draco had said he loved him, and yet there he goes after what 3 hours? He has another date, it's a good thing he hadn't believe him. As Harry had thought he was just another conquest to Malfoy. And yet when he gazed over at the repulsive blond his eyes softened and his heart ached.
He felt arms around his shoulders and a mouth on his check. "Morning luv," the arms said.
"Morning X," Harry replied to Xavier turning to kiss him as well. Xavier sat and they ate in silence. The arrival of Ron and Hermione, who looked suspiciously flushed, did nothing to change the atmosphere that had enveloped the Gryffindor table.
After breakfast, as it was a Saturday and no classes, the four got up and decided that a nice trip to the owlery was in order. Unfortunately as the left the Hall they found Draco, correction Malfoy, out side whispering in low tones with Pansy. Harry could only assume she was his girl friend, but had nothing more then suspicions so he said nothing. While not quite true he couldn't help but taunt Malfoy, it was in his nature after all.
"New conquest Malfoy? Not your best I must say," said Harry venomously to Malfoy. He was glad to see heat creep into the boys face. Serves him right, thought Harry, though the blonds reply whipped the small smirk that started to creep up right off.
"At lest it's a conquest that I managed to get on my superior looks and not the fact that someone couldn't kill me."
"Right," said Harry as he rolled his eyes, "that's inventive Malfoy. And also not true."
"Are you so sure?" replied Malfoy with a grin as he eyed Xavier up and down. "I am pretty sure I heard something of that extent this morning when I woke up. It was spoken in French, but then I am quite fluent in foreign languages." He smirked, knowing how much damage was done. Harry looked angry, he turned to Xavier, hurt showing in every line of his body.
"tell me it's not true," he whispered.
"ce n'est pas vrais," (it's not true) he said quickly, trying to gain some ground. He say this as an opportunity to undermin the Malfoy brat. "je vous aime pour toi, pas ton nom célèbre. mon cher." (I like you for you, not your famous name my dear) Harry looked completely defeated when he said that.
"so… it's true," he murmured, black tears falling from his emerald eyes.
"je t'est juste dit que ce n'était pas, vous ne me crois pas? » ( i just said that it was a lie, don't you believe me?) said Xavier, slightly angered and a little miffed. How did Harry know the truth?
Harry turned to him and shouted, his voice cracking with the emotion. "You cannot lie to me! Don't even try! I see into your very mind! Did you not comprehend? When I said Voldemort left me with his powers? Did you not understand when I said I know everything, EVERYTHING he knows? I trusted you with the truth and you betrayed for power and fame. I will not make that mistake again." he said lowering his voice for the past part.
He walked away slowing, dragging his feet, Xavier tried to put his hand on Harry's shoulder but was thrown threw the air. "I am more powerful then you can imagine." He said as he left. No one tried to touch him, his friends and Draco and pansy stared after him.
Simultaneously Ron and Hermione turned to Draco. "How'd you know?" they asked.
"As I said," Draco told them looking off in the directed of where Harry left, "I heard Xavier this morning." His eyes turned to the boy still on the floor, he looked unconscious. But just to be sure Draco walked up to him and kicked him soundly in the stomach.
"You have to do something Malfoy," said Hermione, here emotion of distress clear to anyone with eyes. That got Draco's attention, his head snapped from staring down at Xavier to looking a Hermione
"Why me?" he asked, truly just curious.
"Because Harry will talk to you. He does not talk to us. He will listen, but comprehend that we are trying to help him. He will shut the door in our face."
"Very well, I shall… try and find him. And talk some sense into him. Though it's not guarantied that I'll do any good. Probably do more damage." Draco left at a pace that matched Harry's as he walked down the hall in the same direction.
A/N: there I have to stop there or I won't ever get this posted, I know I know it's late and I am really sorry but the Holiday's took more of my attention then I thought. Stupid people require food to live. Anyways I hope you liked this and it was worth the wait. There they've broken up. As I said up top there will probably be only one or two more chapters unless I get enough reviews for more. I have also completely forgotten my plot so I'll have to create another fic to include it in. so look for that in a while. It'll probably be Harry Draco again but it might be a Harry Snape fic, not sure at the moment. What ever catches my fancy. Right well questions, commences and concerns, all you have to do is review. Also Corrections. Please REVIEW and look at my other stories, they're there for that reason surprisingly. Yes, for your entertainment. Right well I've occupied another 10 minutes of your time sufficiently, REIVEW!