To love alone

Chapter one

A.N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Okay, just to clarify the timeline of this story, it takes place in the present time, but I have put and will put different aspects from medieval times too. It's a fantasy/AU…so yes their will be magic in later chapters and Mpreg. Here is a longer chapter.

"Oh how positively depressed you look, Harry" the voice from behind him startled Harry from his morose musings, he spun around and gazed into smiling face of the only man he was fortunate enough to call friend. Cedric Diggory, of the Diggory family, was a positively gorgeous man, with the body honed to perfection from years of swimming, a face that made angels sigh in happiness and the immaculately white rowed smile he bestowed upon any lucky enough to be in his presence, his smile, charming as it was, was rivaled by the twinkling grey of his eyes, a beautiful set of pewter perfection.

"Not depressed at all, just admiring the grotesque performance my newly wed husband is putting on" he smiled, settled the champagne flute on a passing trey and regarded the man before him, whose gaze had traveled to the dance floor.

Cedric looked back at Harry, his smile faltering for but a beat of a second, before he grabbed Harry's hand. "Then allow us to outshine them." Saying that, Harry was pulled to the dance floor, brought unimaginably close to the athletic body and began to sway. "Allow me to lead." Cedric whispered against his cheek, his smile beaming mischief down at Harry's shorter frame.

Harry could not help himself as he smiled and allowed himself to be lead around the room; Cedric, it seemed always knew when and how to come to Harry's rescue whenever the moment deemed it so. Since their first meeting at a society ball, where Harry had had the unfortunate experience of being accosted by a much to forward man, Cedric, being the mischievous rascal that he was, appeared from nowhere and had thrown about the Diggory family name, title and power they held and exactly what they did with that power when someone close to them was insulted. The man had apologized upon Cedric's demand, the man had then immediately taken his leave, Harry, not knowing what to do; simply thanked Cedric and Cedric had simply asked to befriend Harry, as a token of his efforts.

It had been rather strange that the son of the third most powerful family in the world, would want to befriend Harry, although the Potter name had once been nothing to laugh at, they had not been in the same caliber of power, and money as the Malfoys, Blacks, or even the Diggorys. So it was rather shocking to Harry, but he had accepted the friendship and never had he regretted it, and that had been three years ago. Now here they were, Cedric having once more rescued him from unease and the pitying eyes of guests, liar and hypocrites.

Harry stared up at Cedric and he wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't fallen for this man, he seemed so perfect, a delightful prince in designer duds who would pull the moon to the earth, had Harry but asked for it. And yet Harry felt nothing for him, if not the deeply rooted love of a friend towards another friend.

Cedric had once whispered love in Harry's ears, Harry knew, had known for two years now that the man he danced with loved him like no other and it pained Harry that he would never return the sentiments. Even if fate allowed him to, Harry had made vows before god to another man, and even though his husband did not hold them to heart, Harry did, he would not allow himself to break those vows, not even if it meant him a breath of mild happiness.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Harry looked up and grinned.

"How unkind of you to presume my thoughts are worth so little." He needed this light banter to keep his mind away from what would be happening later this evening; it was after all his wedding night.

"Alright then, how about a dollar?"

Harry laughed his laughter smooth and heartwarming, "why is it that rich people are so frugal with their money?"

"Maybe it is because men like your father cause us to be so." Harry's heart stuttered, his eyes strayed to the man he called husband, beautiful, arrogant, and stoic, a far cry from the man who had only minutes ago boisterously laughed, his features light and boyish.

Faltering in his steps, Harry came to a complete stop in Cedric's arms and hesitantly smiled at his husband.

"If you would be so kind as to step away from my spouse, Diggory." It wasn't said in request, Draco didn't ask.

Cedric stepped away, and bowed to Draco. "As his majesty wishes." Cedric mocked, his face showing little fear as he then turned back to Harry, grabbed both his hands in his and leaned in for a friendly peck on the cheek. "Do not let the dragon's flames scorch you" Cedric whispered against Harry's cheek and then turned and left.

Harry sighed as he stepped into Draco's arms, the arm that came about his waist pulled him tightly close, the grip was meant to hurt and it did, but Harry took it in stride and refused to show weakness by wincing. Draco was a head taller than him, so it was rather hard for Harry to focus on anything behind Draco's broad shoulders.

"you will refrain yourself from acting the whore Harry, I will not be made a fool of" the whispered words where harsh against his ear, as he was pulled even closer, his hand within Draco's grasp was held tightly, unmercifully.

"And what of your performance, dear husband? Am' Ito be made the fool?"

"Do not dear to test me here Harry, I will not hesitate to show you who rules in this marriage, no one here will stop me my right"

Oh how unbelievably barbaric and asinine he sounded, but Harry knew he spoke the truth, he was a nurturer, born the weaker of the same sex, Harry had the ability to carry life to fruition due to the forty percent of his body that worked femininely. It was a curse or blessing, however one chose to look at it, that affected a small percentage of men in the world, it wasn't a scientific cause, but that of magic, and Harry descended from the truest line of earth magic, his ancestors where the only people able to truly tap into the earth 's very core and draw from it the power to do wonders, at least that was what was rumored, Harry did not believe in rumors, nor in proof less legends, to him it was just a birth defect and that was all.

"Say goodnight, and wait for me in the carriage, I will no be long" Harry wanted to rebel, and yet he did not, he would not make a scene and be further ridiculed by the people who stood about.

The brush ran smoothly through Harry's hair, as the small maid continued her light chatter, complementing the glossiness of the midnight black locks, Harry nodded when asked a question, and yet he did not really pay attention. He sat before the vanity, in the room that was given to him within the massive mansion that was now his home, just on the other side of double mahogany doors laid the master bedroom, Draco's and his bedroom. The room where from this night on would be remembered as the room he had lost his innocence in, the thought was daunting. He had been washed, shaved, Master Draco despised body hair, his maids had whispered when they had brought the sharp razors, and rubbed with oils preferred by the almighty Draco. Harry felt like a woman, his eyes lifted to the smiling maid, brushing his hair, Master Draco had demanded his hair brushed, Master Draco this…Master Draco that…Master Draco could cheerfully go to hell!

Harry grabbed the brush from the maid's startled hand, and slammed it against the vanity table and swiftly arose from the stool, he looked at his meek and preened image in the mirror and he wanted to puke, anger bottled in for almost 56 hours bubbled to the surface and he swiftly ran his hands through his waist long hair, mussing and tangling the dark tresses.

"Get out" he looked at the girl in the mirror with crazed bottle green eyes, she hesitated.

"Yes, do leave us, Hera, it seems my husband is eager to be bedded" Hera swiftly curtsied as Draco's form appeared from the gaping double doors and quietly made her exit.

Harry spun around and glared. "I do not wish you here"

"You wishes are no concern of mine." He walked further in the room, Harry took in the dark robe Draco wore, and he shivered involuntarily as he imagined what lay beneath.

"Then do what it is you came for and leave"

"Strip"

"W-what?" Harry blinked.

"Allow me to observe what two million dollars of my money has brought me"

He could not be serious and yet looking at his dispassionate visage, Harry knew he was deadly so.

"I' am not some chattel! I will not be made to feel like one!" his anger shook his petite frame.

"Do it of your own free will or I will come over there and do it for you, either way that robe will come off" the barbaric swine, how could he be so merciless, so cold and aloof? What had Harry ever done to deserve such enmity? He honestly wanted to know, so that he could rectify the wrong.

Harry steeled his anger, his nerves, and his disgust at that fact that such a man would touch his person and robotically pulled the cord of the satin robe he wore.

Over his shoulders, his arms, his back, his buttocks and finally the back of his legs, the robe softly whispered as it fell and pooled at Harry's feet. The air in the room swept against his flesh, leaving goose-bumps in its wake, and Harry shivered from it or maybe it was from the way, those eyes stared at him?

"Am' I to your money's worth?" he could not keep the sarcasm from his tone; he didn't even believe he wanted to.

Draco approached, like a large golden cat approaching his prey, his eyes absorbed the effeminately dark beauty that was his spouse; the expanse of Harry's body was strawberries and cream perfection, milky white skin flushed with hints of pink rose innocence and Draco wondered if it tasted as sweet as it looked. He took in the mass of dark locks, ruffled and tangled in such a way that the boy looked already fucked, he took in the large eyes, glaring green shards of displeasure at him, he took in the pert nose and the plump bed of lips just below. Harry's neck was long and slender, down to small and rounded shoulders, to arms that seemed to belong to a dancer, his eyes shifted just slightly to the lower left of Harry's groin, the small mark of a nurture stood out as expected. Draco then looked at the semi-hard phallus twitching from his perusal; he spared a glance up and smirked as he saw the telltale flush wash over Harry's cheeks as he quickly averted his eyes. He reveled in the fact that his husband, was not as immune to him as he wanted to be, that was just fine with Draco, however willing or not willing, he would due the task of impregnating the money hungry brat and find his own delights elsewhere.

"You will do," his comment induced a scowl and his grinned.

"Of course. Where does the stallion want his mare? On the bed? maybe on the floor? or mayb—" Harry was struck against the cheek before he could even bother to finish the statement, it stung, it brought tears to his eyes, from both shock and the force with which it was delivered.

"Do me the favor of keeping your mouth shut, Harry. I will not abide your insolence." He pulled Harry to the small bed in the room, not bothering to walk them back to the master bedroom; he pushed him on the mattress.

Harry kept his eyes tightly shut, as Draco's lips and tongue demanded his body's response, he reigned in his gasps and moans as he was touched perfectly well, the dexterous fingers of his husband played him with expertise bred into a venerable Casanova. Harry did not know why his flaxen haired tormentor wanted a response, but he would not give it.

"Do not pretend to be the virginal innocent." Draco pulled his legs apart and without warning thrust the very length of his manhood in Harry, whose eyes immediately flew open, his mouth fell open in a silent scream and Draco halted, and cursed.

It was so painful, Harry wished it to stop, his hands gripped Draco's biceps, wanting to push him off, but afraid that the searing pain would intensify. What, had he done to deserve such excruciating pain, he mildly wondered as tears fell on the side of his face. He bit down on his lip until he tasted blood.

"You're a virgin." The statement was whispered in disbelief as he stared at the scrunched face and tense body beneath him. Harry opened his eyes, enough to glare at him.

"How very astute of you to notice" the remark was made through the tears that Draco now tried to dry away, but was stopped as Harry turned his head away. "Finish what you have started, Draco and leave me be"

Draco cursed again, harshly this time and swiftly removed himself from Harry's depths; he looked as Harry curled to his side and he crawled to him and whispered. "Believe me when I say that I never meant to cause you this pain" Draco then jumped from the bed and walked to the other room, his nakedness the furthest thing from his mind.

Pleasure from between Blaise's thighs was brutal and merciless as Draco slammed his frustrations away and found finally found release. He collapsed from exhaustion beside his French paramour.

"Not even a day married and already you are here with me?" Blaise asked not unkindly, once the silence grew to much for him.

"He was a god-damned virgin."

"Did you have reason to believe him otherwise?"

"He is acquainted with Diggory" as if that was to explain everything, but Blaise did understand and he smiled halfheartedly.

"Cedric is well known, hung like a bull I've heard," his voice shook with mirth.

"Spare me," his voice dripped his hatred as he once more settled between Blaise's awaiting legs. "Enough of this shit" and so Draco fucked his marital problems and his underlying guilt to the furthest corner of his mind, to explore them at another time.

A.N: thanks so much for the reviews guys! Please keep them coming.