Harry Potter's Secret Heartache…
Disclaimer: This applies to the whole story.
Absolutely none of this is mine except the storyline. All of the story is made up of extracts from the six Harry Potter books, including the title of this chapter. It all belongs to J K Rowling and Warner Bros. And incidentally, some sentences are made up of several different extracts.
AN: Read the disclaimer and you might have a vague idea of what this is about. It's a Draco/Harry fic using J K Rowling's words in the HP books and changing a few names and pronouns. I've also given, for example, Ron and Hermione some of Dumbledore and Harry's lines.
I hope this isn't too jumpy, because it's quite hard to write something like this, and I hope you understand the storyline. Enjoy!
AN2: I've gone over this, realising that didn't do those little stars that I used to indicate time gaps. Hope this is a bit better!
A teenage boy with a pale, pointed face and white-blond hair appeared wearing a handsome set of dark–green robes, his light grey eyes narrowed…
Harry lay curled uncomfortably under the Cloak to ensure that every inch of him remained hidden, and watched Pansy stroke the sleek blond hair off Malfoy's forehead, smirking as she did so, as though anyone would have loved to have been in her place.
It was as though something large and scaly erupted into life in Harry's stomach, clawing at his insides: hot blood seemed to flood his brain, so that all thought was extinguished, replaced by a savage urge to jinx Pansy into a jelly.
The fury and hatred bubbling inside Harry seemed to blaze white-hot…
So he wouldn't have you anyway.
Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed. And Harry realised, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying – actually crying – tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Harry waited until he was right behind him before bending very low and whispering, "Hello… you're very pretty, aren't you?" Only later did Harry realise that it had been quite a personal question.
Malfoy did not say anything to this; it was quite true, but he felt heartless saying it. He didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
They looked at each other for a long moment. Harry felt a burning desire to run from the room and, at the same time, a complete inability to move his feet. He was quite sure they were alone now.
"Potter, precious Potter…" sneered Malfoy.
Harry's heart gave a jolt that seemed to take it into the region of his Adam's apple…
And the next thing he knew, he was sprawling in the dust at Malfoy's feet.
He couldn't move a muscle; he could only gaze up at Malfoy, who smiled broadly. He considered Harry for a moment.
"You didn't hear anything I care about, Potter. But while I've got you here…"
Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.
Malfoy was much too close. He could see every tear…
…but it didn't seem very important any more.
Malfoy supported him across the bathroom.
He could not think. A tingling sensation was spreading through him, paralysing his arms, legs and brain…
When Harry recovered, Malfoy had already stalked out looking very pleased with himself.
Now all Harry could see of Malfoy was the back of his sleek blond head…
And Malfoy had disappeared.
Harry looked around; there was Malfoy running towards him; he had a hard, blazing look in his face as he threw his arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed him.
After several long moments – or it might have been half an hour – or possibly several sunlit days – they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, Harry grinned down at Malfoy and gestured wordlessly at the door. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which – if they had time – they might discuss the Quidditch match.
"And they ended up married?" Ron said in disbelief, unable to imagine two people less likely to fall in love.
"Yes, Ron," sighed Hermione. "They ended up married."
THE END
AN (again!): right, now you've read it, you've got to review! Thankyou!
OK, so what happened was, Harry got jealous of Pansy Parkinson, and decided he wanted Draco. Then he found Draco alone in the boys' bathroom and I'm sure you can guess what happened there, when they got carried away. Then, after a Quidditch match, Malfoy and Harry kissed in front of a lot of people, and, finally, they married! And the description at the top of Draco has just been stuck in because I felt like it.
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