AN: Another sad one.
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
Warnings: Slash, and theres some naughty language too.
Dedication: To mah anonymous beta.
Haunted
"No. No, no, no, this can't be happening!" Harry was staring at the person that had just walked into their flat. The blonde looked tired, hurt, and he was trembling with exhaustion and pain. But he held his head high, and looked his lover calmly in eye. He nodded slowly, and tensed as Harry's mouth dropped.
"Why? Why did you do this?" Harry threw himself at the blonde, and gathered the tired man into a hug. No matter how horrible he had been, they loved each other. Or, rather Harry loved Draco. But neither had said it aloud to each other before.
Hesitantly, Draco relaxed, and allowed the other man to catch him as he let his tired knees buckle. But just as he let go, he also fainted.
He woke up about five minutes later, finding himself alone in the bedroom. He had been hastily deposited on the bed, and just as Harry walked in with a glass of water, he managed a weak smile. Harry handed him the glass, and Draco took a delicate sip, sitting up.
After hesitating for a moment, the other boy crawled into the bed next to the blonde. He leaned against him, and put his arm around the other boy, so that Draco's back was flush onto Harry's. Draco relaxed, letting the brunette warm his cold body. He dozed off into a comfortable sleep, but was woken up by Harry's insistent mouth, plying the back of his neck.
Draco gave a sleepy moan, and then flipped over, with no warning kissing Harry. Hard. Harry hesitated for a split second, then swiped his tongue along Draco's bottom lip. They kissed for only a bit, because then Draco abandoned Harry's mouth in favor of slowly, tantalizingly slowly making a path of kisses and love bites along Harry's neck. The trail headed downwards, but Harry, grudgingly, stopped Draco.
"Come on love. Tell me what happened?" He tangled his legs with Draco's, after pulling the blonde up into his arms again.
"I-I got the mark." Draco said quietly. His silver eyes were stone cold, but with a tint of pain at the recollection. He allowed Harry to take his wrist, and look at the snake and skull.
"Why? Why Draco? You realize this makes, well/us/ nearly impossible?" Harry's voice cracked and his breathes were ragged.
"I didn't have a choice. You've met my father, I think. And he hurt me. Not my father, him. He hurt me so much." The blonde paused, then leaned against his lover, half questioningly, but the other boy did not push him away.
"Damn it, Harry, I know it makes us impossible. But I can't fight the dark lords magic. Gods, Harry, love, it hurt so fucking much. And I couldn't say anything, other wise my father would kill me. Shit, all I can say is that I didn't want this. I don't agree with Dumbledore in the least, nor do I agree with the 'light' side. But I don't like killing. You don't know how much they hurt me. I couldn't say no, I couldn't. They-" He took a breath here, trying not to let his voice crack.
"They killed Blaise in front of me. He wouldn't, so they killed him, then went and got his wife and killed her too. I didn't want to die. I didn't want them to kill you. I love you so fucking much, you know?" Draco stared fiercely at the wall, ignoring the other boy's gasp. There was a long silence.
"I love you too. So, so much." Harry's voice was soft, ruffling the pale hair that hung in Draco's face.
"So you don't hate me for it? For… the mark?"
"No. Never, I could never hate you."
fin