Keep your Enemies Close: Part I
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I do not claim to. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Harry and Draco are thrown into the future one day when they make a mistake in Potions class. They learn as time progress's that they cannot get home unless they figure out what the most important part of their future is. What happens when they realize exactly what that is?Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Made-up, Fred/George
Warning(s): Slash, Graphic, Language, Cliche, Love/Hate
Chapter seven:
Harry woke up the next morning before Malfoy, as usual. Instead of lying there waiting for him he pushed Draco lightly.
"C'mon Drake" He whispered.
" What do you want?" Draco squinted his eyes and, looked over at Harry, a smug look on his face.
"It's almost three o'clock"
" Oh...damn we slept in late, then again we had a bit of a night last night eh?" He smirked. Harry blushed violently. Slowly he stood up and looked out in the living room. It was a bit messy but Hermione had tidied up a bit. There was a note lying on the couch.
Harry & Draco,
Meet us at the theatre around 9:30 tonight.
Love always,
Hermione
Draco walked up behind Harry reading over his shoulder.
"That'll be fun" Draco grinned, nipping Harry's ear.
"Not so much pretending will be nice"
"I don't think we ever were pretending..." Draco said and, walked back into the bathroom for his shower.
"So what're we seeing Hermione?" Harry asked as they entered the theatre.
"I don't know Ronald picked it out " She answered.
"Some crazy thing about a bloody troll...sounds good huh?" Ron added excitedly.
" Oh yes marvelous" Hermione said sarcastically rolling her eyes.
As they all settled in their seats the movie began. Draco was sitting farthest away from Harry as he could.
"Whats wrong with you?" Harry whispered.
"Nothing" Draco snapped.
"Yeah alright" Harry growled. They sat not touching for another hour.
"Harry..." Draco said.
"What?" He said quickly very annoyed with Malfoy for confusing him.
"Sorry..." Draco looked up at him.
"S' alright" Harry replied.
"I really am. I feel odd about last night. But I shouldn't be angry with you..." Harry nodded, slightly hurt.
"Don't get me wrong, No regrets..."
"Yeah, alright"
Draco slid his arm around Harry's. They both watched as Ron and Hermione pointed it out and smiled. Harry felt his skin tingle and tried to hold in a shudder. Draco leaned over and whispered into his ear, "So there's this male and female whale..."
Harry tilted his head confused.
Malfoy continued "The male told them female to go tip over the boat with her blow hole..."
"Yeah" Harry nodded encouraging him to continue.
"So then he told her to eat the men, but she refused and replied to him 'I did the blow job but I refuse to eat the seaman'" Draco smirked. Harry laughed and loosened up a little. Draco grinned, the light from the screen reflecting onto his pale face.
"That was pretty dumb" Harry remarked, still laughing.
"That's why you're about to piss your pants giggling like a school girl, eh?" He teased.
"I am not!" Harry leaned forward.
"Yeah alright...whatever you say Potter"
Harry laughed even harder, "You're full of it Malfoy."
"Full of what?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh god...that was so corny!" Malfoy nodded his head laughing.
" Shhh!" A man said in front of them "If you want to flirt go outside, fags!"
Malfoy suddenly got a sick look on his face. Harry turned around and gave the man the finger.
"Why I- you mother-fucking bastard" Malfoy said clearly.
"Draco- don't" Harry tried to stop him from standing up but failed.
"You want to call me that again?"
"Yeah I do" The plump man snarled, " You are a fag" He spit on Malfoys shoes.
Malfoy got a look like he was going to kill the man.
"You leave me and my fucking boyfriend alone. You don't even know us, asshole." Draco hissed.
"I do know you're a fag" The man said louder, and swung his fist into Malfoys face.
"Shit." Harry got up and pushed the guy away, taking Draco's face in his hands. "He's just trying to make you angry. Don't let him, you and I both know who we are. Don't let it bother you-" The guys foot had gone straight into Harry's lower back. He yelped and fell onto Draco.
"There now you're both where you belong...on the ground." The man spat on them both again and left. Draco tried to get up to go after him but Harry held him down.
Draco's right eye was swelling.
"Jesus, Whats wrong with people these days?" Ron said angrily helping them both back up. "C'mon, Hermione and I will drive you home..." He said mumbling a few cuss words. Hermione followed along tears dripping down her cheeks.
"Draco come on. It doesn't matter" Harry sat next to him on the bed.
"Yes it does"
"No it really doesn't, what do you care if some guy calls you a fag? its not-"
"Fuck it Harry! Fuck it!" Draco stood up tears rolling off his nose, "You and I both know that's bull shit, it does fucking matter!" Harry sat there stunned, he had never seen Draco cry before.
"I don't know about you but I don't want to be a fucking fag, a queer, a poof, a fairy, whatever! its not fucking fair..." Draco collapsed into a chair, holding his temples, sobbing. Harry got up and kneeled down by Draco.
"Fair is just another four letter word that begins with F. It doesn't matter our gender Malfoy. You and I both know we have something. We're two of the lucky few with something good. That man didn't know what he was talking about..." Harry was cut off by Draco clutching onto Harry's arms and forcing him to hold him. Harry began to tremble. It was killing him to see Draco like this. He was normally alert, rude, devious. Now he was a child again, hopeless and scared.
"Its okay" Harry whispered into Draco's hair, kissing his forehead and every other place he could.
"How are you so strong?" Malfoy said after awhile.
"I'm not. I've got you."
Malfoy stopped crying.
"C'mon" Harry pulled him up and the both lay on top of the comforter of the bed.
Harry's arms were around Draco for a change. Draco let himself silently cry for a few hours before he fell asleep. Harry watched him the whole night, he held him, kept him warm, watched his face to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare.
No one, not even the man that called them fags could say that these two were not in love.
