Harry watched
Draco, wondering how he could have ended their relationship. After all, he
loved Draco very much. He saw the pillow fly across the room even though
Draco's wand was in his trunk. Wandless magic, He thought in awe as he
climbed into bed. He fell asleep immediately.
Draco couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the floor, though he doubted it, maybe it
was that he was frightened, he doubted that as well, maybe it was that he
realized he was still in love with Harry. Anyway, the fact was that he couldn't
sleep. He lay awake for hours before he finally got up and sat in the armchair
near Harry's bed, simply watching the young man with ebony hair sleep.
Suddenly, Harry stirred in his sleep, and if he were trying to run from
something. "NOOOO!!!" he screamed, tossing about in his bed.
"No! Get away form him! Don't kill him; I love him. I love him."
Harry was now sobbing into his pillow.
Draco sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Harry's forehead, waking him
gently. Harry turned onto his back, and Draco found himself lost in the pools
of liquid emerald that opened to him at once. Upon seeing Draco, Harry sat up,
hugging him close, and burying his tear streaked face in the blonde's shoulder.
"You're alive. Oh, thank God, you're alive. It was only a dream."
Draco sat there a moment, dumbfounded, then wrapped his arms around Harry,
gently rubbing his back, and murmuring to him, "It's all right. It was
only a nightmare. Only a dream."
"Draco, I'm sorry about today. I'm just scared, and nervous, and –
and..."
"I still love you." There was silence. Oh, god, I shouldn't have
said that, should I? "Please forgive me?"
More silence.
"There's nothing to forgive. Especially since I still love you, too. I
just don't want to be the reason for your death."
"Harry, I'm already in danger simply because I was spy and discovered. Please,
don't push me away this time."
Harry's lips curved into a smile as he whispered, "I won't" into Draco's
shoulder.
The two boys shared a chaste kiss, before lying down on the bed and going to
sleep.
Harry awoke at 4:30 the next morning. He carefully extracted himself from
Draco's arms and silently climbed down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. He
flicked on the light and drew a glass of water from the tap.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the front door. Harry took a long swallow
of water before strolling to the door granting the nighttime visitor entrance.
A man of average height, a little porky, and with a thick neck stood before
him. "Vernon?" Harry gasped.
"Shhh," Vernon gasped. "Petunia doesn't know I'm here."
"Coincidentally, why are you here?" Harry asked, on edge.
"Petunia told me you were engaged to a young man."
"And that has what to do with you standing on my door step at 4:30 in the
morning?"
"I need to talk to you about this young man of yours. Can we sit
down."
Harry gave his uncle a puzzled look, but led him to the kitchen table where
they sat opposite each other. "Now what's this?" He asked once they
were settled.
"Do you realize that the present government, as well as the Ministry of
Magic, do not look fondly upon homosexuals, and any claims of divorce/adultery
from a homosexual marriage, the marriage is denied? They say it never
happened?"
"How do you know about the Ministry, and all this junk you've just laid on
the table?"
"I'm a squib, Harry. And I was in love once, long before Petunia, and we
were married. But I had no backbone, then. When I was accused of being gay, I
married Petunia. I think that was what drove him over the edge. He became cold
and unfeeling to anyone, and he joined he ranks of the Death Eaters."
They were silent a moment, Harry sipped his water while he contemplated what
Vernon had just told him. Then Vernon spoke up again. "Do you love him,
Harry?"
"Yes," Harry replied. "With all my heart."
"Don't ever let him doubt your love." He stood up and began to leave,
but he turned around. "Oh, we will be here for dinner this evening. Give
us a ring and let us know what time."
Harry nodded and followed his uncle to the door. Vernon stopped and stared at
Draco who was standing at the foot of the steps. "Good Lord, you look just
like Lucius!" he breathed.
Harry glanced quickly at his uncle then, said, "Vernon, this is Draco.
Malfoy."
"What a strange coincidence," he said to himself, then, louder,
"Good day to you Harry, Draco." Then he turned and left the house.
A/N:: heehee. I liked writing this one. The line "Never let him doubt your
love." Is from the story WILD by Ann Valentine. I'm not sure if it's on her
f.net profile or not, but the link to her web page, which it is on, is there.
She let me keep my story how I had it, because she's a goddess. So, YOU MUST
ALL BOW DOWN AND WORSHIP THE ALMIGHTY ANN!!! Heh. Ok, you can go on now.
