disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.
warnings: slash, drugs, fluff and more, but we don't want to reveal everything, do we?
A/N: I have too much time in my hands. Huh. Summer is like that. Just way too much time. Anyway, I thought for a moment that this could be the end, but I changed my mind. Instead I'm going to write at least one more chapter, as I happen to have so much time. Anyway, here is Boy, Interrupted; chapter 19:
Harry walked down the familiar streets of Vilinburg, wearing only a T-shirt and trousers as sun was shining from the cloudless sky, which was completely uncharacteristic for the town. He kept walking until he came across with a playground. He stopped dead to his tracks when he heard soft moaning by the slide. His face twisted into a frown, and he went to see what it was.
He saw Danny pressed against the slide, half naked, by Draco, also half naked. His jaw dropped and he let out a scream, but the two boys were too focused in what they were doing to each other to notice. Harry couldn't get a word out of his mouth, not even when during a passionate kiss Draco took a plastic bag out of his pocket and dipped his finger into the white powder. First he took a snort, and then offered the bag to Danny who practically shoved his whole nose into the bag and snorted half of the cocaine.
"What are you doing!" Harry yelled. Draco turned his head to look at him with a smirk on his face.
"What does it look like?" He asked with a rather innocent tone.
"Get off of him!" Harry cried. "You don't even like him!" Draco ignored this and turned his attention back to Danny again. The switched places, so that Draco was now leaning against the slide and Danny fell onto his knees, undoing Draco's pants.
"C'mere, Harry." Draco told softly as Danny took him into his mouth.
"No." He whispered.
"He can do you, too."
"No." He said, louder this time.
"You want him. That's why you came. You want him, you want me, and you want this." Draco held out the plastic bag. Harry's eyes flickered. "You need it. You need us. Now is your chance. Come and get us."
Harry stood still. He felt his heart pound million times faster than normal. The temptation was overwhelming. "No!" He cried, slamming his hands to his ears. "Why are you doing this to me!"
"I'm not. You're doing this to yourself."
"No! Stop it!" He sobbed, sinking on his knees. "Draco, stop it! Draco!"
"Harry! Harry, wake up!"
Harry flashed his eyes open. The curtains of his bed were opened and Ron was sitting on the bed next to him and Dean, Seamus and Neville were all standing beside it. "What… What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice shaking.
"We heard you screaming. You had a nightmare." Seamus said.
"You spoke in your sleep. You kept saying 'Draco' and 'no' and 'stop it'." Dean told.
"When I woke up I thought Malfoy was actually here." Neville whispered, blushing a bit.
"You okay, mate?" Ron asked.
"I… It was just a dream. I'm fine." Harry told. Relieved by the information, Dean, Seamus and Neville returned to bed, but Ron stayed.
"You sure?" He confirmed. "Harry… What happened in Vilinburg?" Ron, Hermione and especially Ginny had been thrilled to see Harry again but to their surprise Harry hadn't been thrilled at all. Harry told them many times a day that it wasn't because of them. But he never said what the reason to the great depression really was. He refused to speak about his time in Vilinburg with Draco and he shot a death glare to everyone who asked "Well, are you and Malfoy friends now?", as the whole point of the term was to get the boys act civilized to each other. But everyone had immediately noticed that that wasn't the case. Harry seemed to hate Draco even more than he used to and no one could possibly read anything from Draco's expressions and behavior.
It was well-known that Dumbledore wasn't exactly pleased with the situation, but at least they weren't attacking each other. They weren't even talking to each other and it was found impossible to see them in the same room together. Harry made sure he was nowhere near Draco, unless they shared a class. No one understood this. After all, they were expected to return as best friends or dead.
"Nothing." Harry answered the same way as he had been answering for the last three weeks since their return.
"Harry-"
"Ron, nothing happened." He told again, very firmly. "Good night."
"Fine." The red-head shrugged and went back to his bed. "Good night."
Harry closed the curtains and lay down to face the wall. But he couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
-
At the beginning of February something happened. Harry was on his way to the lunch from the Charms and he was just putting his book back into his bag when he ran into something. Or, someone.
"Watch where you're going, Malfoy!" He told, kneeling on the floor to pick up his belongings. Draco kneeled too, and took Harry's Defense Against Dark Arts book.
"We need to talk." He whispered.
"About what?" Harry snapped, not bothering to lower his voice.
"About us."
"I got the idea that there is no such thing as 'us' anymore." They got up, Draco was still holding Harry's book. He held out his hand for it.
"Not until you listen to me."
"I've been listening to you for a minute now. Say what you wanna say and leave me the hell alone!" At this point the whole corridor was listening. Everyone wanted to be the one to tell the rest of the school. Draco leaned closer.
"I miss you." He whispered, so quietly that only Harry could hear him. He sensed the green eyed boy tense.
"Anything else?"
"Lots. But not here." Now they both realized that nothing was moving in the corridor. Harry bit his lower lip. Draco missed him, so maybe he wanted to get back together with him. Why else he would've told him that? But did Harry want to get back together with him? After all, he had broken his heart into million pieces. But still, Harry loved him, and was deeply in love with him. Finally he nodded in the way that Draco understood to mean 'later'. Then, he basically ran to the Great Hall. Draco merely gave everyone in the corridor a very Malfoy-ish glare and suddenly they all acted like nothing had happened. Except that they were all talking about it.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked as Harry sat down across her.
"Um, nowhere. I just ran into someone."
"Who?" Harry didn't answer, but took a couple of spoonfuls of the food, just to keep Hermione from nagging to him. After the New Year, he barely ate at all and he probably would've stopped eating if Hermione and Ginny hadn't been watching him like hawks. He simply wasn't hungry anymore.
"Malfoy." Ginny announced, taking a seat next to Harry. "The whole school is talking about it already. They say that you hexed him."
Hermione gave him a stern look. "Harry-"
"I didn't hex him!" He yelled, and suddenly he felt the eyes of everyone in the Great Hall staring at him. Including Draco. "I didn't hex him." He repeated when people started to ignore him again. "We just ran into each other, and we talked a bit. No hexing." He directed the last two words to Hermione whose expression softened at once.
"Good." Ginny smiled. "You don't want to get sent away twice in a row, do you?"
"The next time he'll probably get expelled." Hermione told. "What did you talk about?"
"Nothing."
The girls suppressed a frustrated cry. Ginny placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, you can tell us anything." But he ignored this and stood up.
"I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten anything."
"Like I said, I'm not hungry." He walked out of the Great Hall and waited by the marble stairs. Surely, soon Draco came to him and Harry nodded him to follow. They found an empty class room from the second floor and Harry sat on one of the tables. Draco leaned against the wall and said nothing. "Well?"
The blonde came to sit next to him. "I miss you."
"You already said that."
"I know." He paused. "I can't stop thinking about you. I've been thinking a lot about things and…"
"And?" Say it.
"And I thought that maybe we could possibly try again, perhaps. I mean if you want to." Draco gave Harry a cautious look. "Do you?"
"Why do you even ask me that?"
The blonde jumped off the table. "Yeah, it was stupid, I know. I just thought that maybe you still loved me, but I totally understand that you want to have nothing to do with me-"
"Draco, shut up." Harry told suddenly with a small smile. He too got to his feet and stepped in front of Draco. "Why do even ask me that, when it's so obvious that I'm madly in love with you?" A wide smile spread on Draco's face and he was about to say something but Harry interrupted him. "You said that you need to have everything or nothing. Are you ready for everything?"
"I…" He hesitated, knowing exactly what 'everything' was.
"Are you?"
"They're going to kill us."
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you."
"Are you?"
Finally he nodded. "Yes. But don't blame me after they've executed us." Harry just grinned and threw himself on his arms. They kissed, for the first time for a whole month.
"You still taste the same." Harry whispered.
"Yeah? What's that then?"
"Raspberry." He paused, wrapping his arms around Draco tighter. "I'm gonna tell Ron and Hermione tonight, and tomorrow… It's on. Is that okay?"
-
Harry stood between the couch and the fireplace, biting his lower lip. Hermione and Ginny were sitting on the couch, the red-head yawning widely. It was twenty minutes past midnight and the common room was empty, besides them. Finally Ron came down from the dorm and sat down next to Hermione. Harry looked at his friends nervously. Maybe he could keep it a secret after all? Seamus and Dean had been doing it for Merlin knows how long, why couldn't he and Draco? But Harry didn't know that Dean and Seamus had broken up before Christmas because Dean had grown sick of hiding, but Seamus hadn't been ready to tell anyone. As a result, they had had huge fights daily and they ended up breaking up.
Ginny yawned again and Harry cleared his throat. "So… There's something I need to tell you." Then he fell silent again.
"Yes?" Ginny asked, still yawning.
Harry gulped and took a deep breath. "Okay. So, um, well, the thing is that I don't quite exactly like… Girls."
Ron lifted his eyebrows. "What?"
"I don't like girls."
"Then what do you like?" He asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Boys."
"Boys?"
"Yes."
"Boys?" Ginny asked, wide awake.
"Yes, boys."
"Since when?"
"Who cares?" Ron cried. "Are you telling me that you like blokes?"
Harry nodded warily. "Yes I am."
"So… You're… Gay?"
He nodded again. "Yes."
Ron leaned back on the couch. "Huh."
Harry bit his lower lip again. "Are, um, you ok with me being… Gay?"
Hermione cleared her throat. "Harry, we all love you very much. It doesn't matter to me what gender you like. I want you to be happy."
"Thank you, Hermione. Ginny?" The red-head gave pretty much the same answer as the girl next to her and Harry turned to Ron. "Ron?"
"Huh." He puffed. "Well. I think that everyone has the right to love whoever they wish."
"Great. Can we go to sleep now?" Ginny asked, yawning again.
"No. There's more."
"There's more?" Ron repeated, suddenly alert. "What more?"
Harry swallowed. "The reason why I chose to tell you that I like boys now."
"You're seeing someone." Hermione said quietly, slowly looking up. "Aren't you?"
A soft smile spread on Harry's lips as he thought about it. Then he blushed. "Yes." They waited. "Um… Let me finish before you say anything. Okay?" They nodded. "Okay. So… I'm seeing Draco." Ron opened his mouth to protest but Hermione slammed her hand on his mouth. "You got to understand that things have changed. He has changed. I'm not saying that he wouldn't be himself anymore, because he is, but he's not so mean and cruel and ignorant and… When we were gone, I got to know him and he got to know me. And… I'll save you the details, but I fell for him and I suppose he fell for me too and now we love each other." He paused. "I'm finished now."
"But…" Hermione started, still keeping her hand firmly on Ron's mouth. "This past month, you wouldn't even look at him?"
"Well, it's a long story but he sort of broke up with me because he was scared to tell anyone about us but he still wanted to be with me in public so he didn't see another way. But it's fine now, we're fine now."
"Is that why you're telling us?" Ginny asked. "You got back together, but you don't want to hide it?"
"We can't hide it. It would be impossible here." Harry shifted his weight from one leg to another. "So, what do you think?"
"Well… Do we have to be friends with him?" Ginny questioned. Harry's expression fell. He was actually little hurt by this.
"I suppose not." He told quietly.
"Are you sure he's serious with you?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." He paused. "Just give him a chance. I'm not asking you to become best friends with him. But I would like it if my friends and my boyfriend got along."
"Are you out of your bloody mind!" Ron cried, as Hermione finally removed her hand. "He's a goddamn Malfoy!"
"You think I haven't thought about that already? But it's just his surname."
"Oh you've got to be kidding me…" Ron rolled his eyes and stood up. "Harry, do what ever the hell you want with Malfoy, but I don't want to have anything to do with him."
Harry sighed, defeated. "Fine. You don't have to."
"Good. Because I won't." And with that, he went up to the dorm. Harry stared after him a long while before turning to the girls.
"He has been awful to us for over five years." Hermione whispered.
"He despises my family. He has done so since day one." Ginny stood up. "I'm sorry, I can't. But it's only him, not you." Harry nodded and she went to bed as well.
"Hermione?"
She took a deep sigh and buried her face into her hands. "I don't know, Harry. He has called me a mudblood more than once, he broke your nose, he almost got Buckbeak executed and Hagrid fired and Merlin knows what else he's done!"
"He's not like that anymore." He whispered.
"How do you know that? Okay, maybe he was different when you were alone in a different environment. But now you're back here. He's back in the Slytherin house with the other slytherins. You don't know if he's different here too."
"Can't you just give him a chance?"
She sighed again. "I'll try." She finally said. "But only because of you."
-
Harry leaned against the wall of the Entrance Hall where he had agreed to meet Draco before breakfast. If he hadn't been leaning on the wall, he would've been shaking like a leaf in the wind. He was even more nervous now than he had been last night. This was it. When Draco comes to him, there's no turning back anymore. A steady stream of slytherins flowed from the dungeons, all of the giving Harry more interest than usual. Harry hadn't even thought about how the slytherins would react to the news. Finally he saw a familiar blonde coming to his direction.
"Hi."
"Hey."
Draco pecked Harry's cheek. "So? What did they say?"
"Um…" Harry hesitated. "They're ok with me being gay."
"Okay, good. And?"
"And… They're not so happy about you."
"Figures. Well, I hate to say I told you so-"
"No, you don't." Harry interrupted. "You love it."
The blonde let out a short laugh, but the smile faded soon. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't say that I would be particularly surprised."
"I know." He sighed. "What did they say?"
"Nothing. Pansy freaked and probably cried her eyes out the whole night and Blaise wants to know how in the hell am I supposed to explain this to my parents, but other than that, they're cool."
"They're just afraid of you."
"It's called respect." Draco corrected. "They respect me. There's a difference."
Harry shook his head, amused. "Yes, dear." He leaned to kiss him softly. "I'm hungry."
"For food?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
Harry took Draco's hand into his own and looked at him in the eyes, suddenly very serious. "Draco?"
"Harry?"
"You're not going to walk away from me anymore, are you?"
The blonde shook his head. "No, I'm not."
"No matter what happens?"
"Harry, I love you. Nothing's going to change that." He kissed him. "C'mon, I'm hungry too."
"For food?"
"Well… For that, and something else too." He winked and smirked mischievously. "But let's take care of the food part first." And he led Harry into the Great Hall for breakfast.
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