To love alone
Chapter 3
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Cedric Diggory was having one of the most pleasant dream of his life, in it; there was a particularly hot little brunette with eyes so green he wanted to swim in them, his green-eyed nymph wore naught else but the newly bought wedding band Cedric had given him, and smile that promised a world of pleasures. Cedric was approaching, he wanted to kiss that smiling mouth, he wanted to wean love sighs from that mouth, he wanted to----the shrill tone of his phone dragged Cedric from his dram world and he cursed the fact that he hadn't unplugged it before coming to bed. Resignedly he reached over on his nightstand and picked the small black mobile to see exactly who the hell would insane enough to call him at---2:30 in the freaking morning. Seeing Harry's mobile number Cedric quickly awoke and put the phone to his ear.
"Harry?" he hesitantly asked as he heard sniffles and slow breathing on the other line.
"I-I' m sorry if I woke you…" Harry's voice was choked with tears.
"Are your crying?"
"No—"Cedric rolled his eyes as he heard another bout of sniffing, he was out of bed, already shoving his legs in a pair of cargo pants.
"Come get me" it was said so sorrowfully that Cedric felt his heart wrench from it, he was going to kill that fucking blond bastard.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes"
He hadn't known what else to do, Cedric was the only thing close to family to him and at the moment Harry needed someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay, he needed the reassurance that this pain, this aching pain would eventually abate to numbness, he wanted the flashes of memories to disappear, Harry wanted the feeling of still being brutally filled to go away. He felt sick, and he leaned over the sidewalk and emptied the contents of his stomach, Cedric would make everything better…he had to…for the sake of Harry's slipping sanity, Cedric had to.
Harry wearily looked back at the imposing Malfoy mansion from where he stood down the long slated pathway, the lights where off, only the waning rays of moonlight gleamed off the grand windows; he had managed to somehow drag his sore body down the winding staircase and walk all the way down here. Here he stopped because he could no longer move, his body had collapsed and that is how Cedric found him.
Cedric picked Harry up with little effort as if he weighed no more than a toddler and settled him in the velvet squabs of the carriage, and then he too jumped in seconds later and hit the roof of the carriage in signal for them to depart. With a slight jerk the carriage drew away from the Malfoy mansion and headed down the dark roads. Within the dimly lit box of the carriage, Cedric took in Harry's huddled form, squeezed so close to the other side of the carriage that Cedric feared he would fall out. His small body covered only by a large shirt he doubted belonged to the raven haired man, in it, Harry looked even smaller than usual, his legs where tucked beneath his buttocks, his head leaning just so on the glass window that his face was curtained away from Cedric's view.
"I'll be okay…I just…I couldn't be there anymore…" his voice sounded small, frightened and choked.
Cedric made to take him in his arms, but Harry scooted further away, seemingly impossible since his body was practically one with the other side of the door. "I-I…please don't touch me Cedric…"
Not for the first time tonight Cedric wondered exactly what Draco Malfoy had done in such a short time to cause such a reaction in someone so innocent, so beautiful. Draco was bastard, many knew that fact, he was emotionless, unforgiving and cold, not to mention one of the biggest playboys around. And Cedric honestly hated the fact that it was he who had married the only person Cedric had truly felt any connection with. So why hadn't he asked Harry to marry him? Well there was the matter of family respect and social order, the Potters where a family of legend and yet because of their unsavory methods of going about things no one wanted to be associated with them.
The Diggory family was no exception, so Cedric had not gone through with his feelings and now he sadly regretted that Harry had to suffer for it. He sighed, and carded his fingers through his disheveled hair; he had failed Harry in that, but now he would not, he would protect him form even the Devil himself and the sudden thought came to him that, Lucius and Draco Malfoy where the closes entities to Satan.
It wasn't in his moral fiber to feel remorse; he wasn't a man weaned on sentimentality, he was a man who lived however the hell he pleased, and screw whoever got hurt in the process. He was never wrong and if he was, he would thank you to shut the hell up about it, never in all his twenty three years had Draco Malfoy felt the absurd need to apologize for his actions, and yet as he silently thought about his newly wedded spouse the need to do so tugged at him. Draco was raised to be emotionless, his father was a hard man, who taught even harder lessons; in many of their sessions, in both with his rare bursts of magic and in business, Draco was made to believe that ruthlessness was the best approach, emotions where only good to use against your enemy. It had worked well for him, people feared and respected him, and the Malfoy name was revered worldwide.
Draco Malfoy was jaded as he was beautiful, his beliefs where simple and cold, man was made to sin, not to be innocent, and he had sincerely believed that Harry Potter was not as he pretended to be. He had known everything about Harry Potter, they hadn't treaded in the same exact circles, but Draco had known everything, right down to his blood type, and what his freaking favorite ice cream flavor was; Draco had been made to study, learn and finally bed Harry. He had believed the man-boy already thoroughly bedded, and that the innocence that seemed to exude from him was just a well placed façade, an act perfected behind close doors, between James and his son. The memory of that face contorting from pain Draco had caused, was forever etched and frozen in his mind, he hadn't meant to cause him such pain, no matter how much of a money hungry bastard he thought Harry to be.
Draco sedately climbed the stairs leading to the west wing of the mansion, the wing belonging solely to him and now Harry, he was not going to apologize, the thought of it put a sour taste in his mouth, but he was going to make it up to him. His hold on the small golden box he held was a surefire way to eradicate his guilt, he would just give it to him and all would be forgiven. As walked off the last step and rounded the corner, one of the maids assigned to Harry came within view, worry marring her gamine features.
"What is the matter?" she quickly looked up and nervously fidgeted, he vaguely remarked on the way her eyes steadily shifted to the master bedroom.
"Sir," she took a curtsy and almost tumbled forward in the process but caught herself in time and look at him and then back at the double doors.
"What!" he was loosing patience!
"D-did--- I- I went to awake our new lord to partake of his morning breakfast and when got up here---he was gone sir---"she yelped involuntarily as Draco pushed past her and determinedly strode to the master bedroom.
The doors flew open, he didn't even realize that he hadn't used his hands to do so, all Draco was aware off was that the bed he had left Harry in was empty, the sheets as he stepped closer where tainted and smeared with blood, but other than that the dark haired man-boy was not there and anger fueled him.
He didn't know how he knew, but something told him that Harry was with Cedric, and that thought alone caused Draco to through the small fragile music box against the nearest wall, he did not stay to hear its broken song, he did not care. Draco took the stairs two at a time all the while bellowing for a carriage to be outside waiting for him.
A.N: haha…Harry's in trouble! Keep those reviews coming and I'll do the same with the story!