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-A Harry Potter Fanfiction-
Description: When Harry Potter (Protector of the Wizarding World) loses control over the secret that he's gay, it gets bad. But when it comes out that the man he's been seeing is Blaise Zabini, it gets worse. His friends are against him and Ginny won't even talk to him. Not to mention, Harry's been spending all his time living with the Slytherins, who've taken him in with open arms. And why is Draco Malfoy suddenly being so nice to him? Now that the school's most charming bachelors both have their hearts set out on Harry, what is he supposed to do?!
Chapter Three: Seclusion Blues
Disclaimer: Before you read my story, I think it's only polite for me to put a disclaimer or two. Harry Potter, sadly, does not belong to me and I am in no way, shape, or form, making money off of it. This story contains a LOT of swearing. Seriously, there's a fuckload of it. Also, I am not English of any sort. I live in America, so I am EXTREMELY sorry if I am not saying the correct terms. I'll try my absolute best. This story is so AU it's not even funny. Dumbledore, Snape, and Sirius are alive. Voldemort was killed already. It's a love triangle type of story featuring Blaise, Harry, and Draco. Contains Hermione, Ron, and Ginny BASHING.
A/N: I would like to thank ALL the people who followed and favorited this story! *hugs everyone* :3 I would like some reviews, though, I hope that's not asking for too much. Q~Q I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read this story. The last chapter was a flashback, if you didn't realize. This chapter will be based on the present.
Chapter Three: Seclusion Blues
It was just the very next morning that Harry was being taken out of the hospital wing. His bruises had somewhat healed, but his ankle was fractured slightly. Madame Pomfrey told Harry that it would take about three weeks until the potion would fix it. So, she gave Harry a cane and told him to get around with that. Harry stared out of the window of the hospital wing. His fingers carving the elegant etchings that were engraved into the silver handle of his cane. Blaise had gotten it for him.
Speaking of Blaise, he was nowhere in sight. Just as he was when Malfoy had visited last night. Malfoy. Why was he even here? Yes, he gave Harry back his glasses, but why would he even take it upon himself to get them and see to it that he, himself, gives it to Harry? The green-eyed boy just didn't seem to understand.
"Alright, Harry. You're ready to go." Madame Pomfrey's voice called out, forcing Harry out of his thoughts. He looked at the old woman before him. "Do you need to be escorted to your Common Room?" The Common Room…the Gryffindor Common Room. How would they react to him once he stepped through the portrait door? Would they accept him? Would they forgive him? Would they even talk to him?
Harry didn't even realize he was shaking until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and a smile looked down at him.
"It will be fine, dear." Harry felt his cheeks heat up. Did she know what happened in the Great Hall? That was pretty embarrassing if she did. Harry avoided her eyes and nodded.
"Now let's get you up. Try out your cane." Harry gave a sigh, but knew there was no getting out of it. Pomfrey was tired of seeing him do nothing but stare out the window. Setting the tip of the cane on the cool tile floor, Harry pulled himself out of the bed. His ankle immediately gave out on him and, with a curse, he landed on the floor. If Pomfrey heard the profanity, she chose not to acknowledge it, as she lifted him up by his arm, trying to steady him.
"Try not to put weight on it, deary. You're going to need to watch it for the next few weeks." Harry gave her a look saying 'Do you really think I'm purposely stepping with my leg?'
"I don't think I'll be able to make it to the Gryffindor Tower, Madame Pomfrey. Maybe I should-"
"Madame Pomfrey, how is-" Just as Harry was trying to convince the school's only Healer to let him stay another night, Blaise Zabini walked in. He paused mid sentence.
"Oh, Harry, you're awake." Blaise said coolly. Harry felt his stomach flip. His hair seemed messier than usual. While Blaise tried to convey the image of being cool and collected, his eyes betrayed him. Showing just how relieved and happy he was that Harry was awake.
"Blaise!" The green-eyed Gryffindor launched himself towards his friend. Knocking the brown-eyes Slytherin off slightly. Harry's face snuggled into Blaise's firm and solid chest. Totally ignoring the fact that Madam Pomfrey was currently gaping at the slight enthusiasm from Harry. Blaise seemed to get over his shock and put his hand on the shorter boy's head.
"Hey. You're all better, I assume?" Harry gently pulled away from Blaise to show him his cane.
"My ankle still hurts. Madam Pomfrey has said that I have to use this cane to get around for a couple of weeks." If this news bothered Blaise, Harry noted, he didn't show it. He simply glanced at the school's Healer.
"And where, exactly, were you just about to go off to?" He asked. Harry's cheeks warmed in embarrassment in reminder of his failed attempt to walk earlier.
"I was sending him off to the Tower. He's been here too long. He's perfectly able to go back to his Common Room, Mr. Zabini."
"By himself?" Harry was shocked by the sudden iciness in his friend's voice. Madam Pomfrey scoffed.
"Of course. Now, if you two will excuse yourself, I have other patients I need to tend to." She turned her back on the two boys, ending the conversation once and for all. Harry looked up at Blaise's face, which was stony and expressionless.
"Blaise? It's fine. Honestly, I just need some practice, that's all." Harry tried to seem positive but Blaise just ignored him and took his hand. Leading him into the hallway, Harry fumbling with his cane to keep up.
The door shut behind them. Harry knew he should be worried about how odd Blaise was acting, but he was too focused on how much his hand was heating up in the grasp of Blaise's cool hand. Why was his heart beating so fast?
"We should get you to the Tower." He said snapping Harry out of his blurry state.
"W-what? Oh! Um…you don't have to do that, Blaise. I can go by myself. It's no big deal." Without answering back, Blaise let go of Harry. Shocked from the sudden loss of support, he tried regaining his balance with the cane, but slipped, Blaise catching him in his arms just in time.
"You can't even stand up on your own." Blaise informed him, coldly. "If you want my help or not, it doesn't matter. I'm bringing you to the Tower." Harry could only nod at how demanding his older friend was. Gulping he grabbed hold on Blaise's arm and they started toward the first of many flights of stairs.
The journey was long and for Harry a little painful. When Harry finally came to the Fat Lady he sighed in relief.
"Ah, Harry, dear. It's good to see you." She said warmly, earning a small smile from Harry. Harry noticed she seemed to ignore Blaise.
"Hello. It's nice to see you, too." The Lady giggled in adoration.
"The password, dear?"
"Yawning Lion." The picture swung open. Harry gave Blaise a slight nod before climbing through. The painting swinging closed behind him. As he took in the scene in front of him, he noticed he was interrupting something. He felt numerous eyes landing on him.
"Um…hi guys. What's going on?" No one answered him. They just stared.
"Hey, what are you all starin' at?" Ron fought his way to the front. When his eyes landed on Harry, he froze in his tracks. "Well, look who's here? The school poof." Harry felt his stomach roll in anger. He didn't have the energy to get into something with Ron. He just wanted to go to his room and sleep.
"Ron, don't do this, right now. I'm tired."
"Yeah, I heard taking it up your arse is pretty tiring." Snickers followed his statement. Harry just ignored the comment and started towards the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going, Poof?" Harry kept towards the stairs.
"My room, Ron. I would think that that was pretty obvious." He found trouble trying to climb the stairs, he had to hold the railing to even pull himself up. The rest of his Housemates obviously caught notice to it. The candles flickered.
"Your room? You mean my room. And I'll be damned if I have to share a room with you. You might shag me while I'm sleeping." Harry felt a sudden spark of anger seep through his body. It scared him. The floor rattled. Painting fell off the wall. Harry felt himself heat up. His best friend, his very best friend shunning him, calling him a poof. The one person he thought would stick with him through it all.
"Accio my wand!" Harry screamed. "Everte Statum!" He pointed the wand towards Ron, causing him to fly backwards, flipping into the wall. Hermione gasped in surprise running to her boyfriend. Harry took this time to limp towards the portrait. He needed to get out of there. Screams filled the Common Room as the shaking got worse, Harry almost lost his balance. Luckily the Fat Lady portrait swung open just in time for Harry to topple out of there.
So this is what it has come to? Do his friends really hate him that much? Ron…how could he say such bitter…horrible things to him? They were supposed to be best friends, like brothers. Now Ron hated Harry. Ron was disgusted by him. Was Harry disgusting? Why did he have to be like this?
Why?
"WHY?!" Harry screamed out while dropping his head to the ground. His throat stopped him from screaming louder and a piercing pain brought tears to his eyes. His sobs jerking and shaking his body on the cold floors of Hogwarts.
"Well, if you've give me the rest of your question, maybe I could answer why." Harry's head snapped up and the sudden voice. Draco was leaning against the wall. His fingers twirling a wrapper of some sort. Has he always been there? God, Harry really need to work on his surveillance skills.
He groaned and hid his face in his arms. "Go away Malfoy. Can't you see I don't want company?"
"And it seems as if company doesn't want you either." Harry felt something stir within his chest. Harry heard Malfoy walk towards him.
"C'mon Potter. Why aren't you in your little Gryffindork common room?" Harry scoffed in his arms, still refusing to look up, afraid of showing Malfoy his tear stained face. A face of weakness.
"Didn't you see it, Malfoy? I got kicked out. I'm not wanted there anymore. I'm not wanted anywhere."
All was silent. Harry was sure that Malfoy just simply got bored of him and left. Or maybe was telling all of Hogwarts just exactly how weak The-Boy-Who-Lived actually was.
Suddenly, he was being pulled up. "Hey, what are you-?"
"Come on." When Harry finally had the courage to look up, he was only faced with Malfoy's back. One that was walking away from him.
"Malfoy?" Harry questioned in confusion. Malfoy stopped and looked back. His gray eyes seemed to hold something in them that Harry couldn't title.
"You need someone to stay, right? My common room will do for now."
"The Slytherin common room?!" Harry gaped, "You can't be serious. Remember me? Harry Potter. Your mortal enemy until the end of time?"
Instead of acknowledging him, Malfoy just turned around and kept walking. "Follow if you like."
A whirlpool of decisions flooded Harry's mind but he just shook his head and walked towards Malfoy.
"You cannot be serious!"
Harry was currently sitting on a very comfortable couch, in the middle of very furious Slytherins, in the very green Slytherin Common Room. It seemed as all eyes were focused on him, and while it happened all the time, that didn't mean he was comfortable with it.
"When am I not serious, Pansy?" Draco asked. He was currently sitting in an armchair being hounded by his good friend Pansy Parkinson.
"He's…He's Harry Bloody Potter! We can't stand him!"
"I'm right here, you know."
"Oh shut it, Glasses."
"Glasses? Really Parkinson? Is that the absolute best you can do?" Harry asked with a yawn. He could have sworn that Pansy growled.
"Enough, Pansy. The Gryffindorks thought it would be smart to kick out their hero. So, I said he could sleep here for the night."
"But, Dray- I…"
"What is all this commotion about?" A familiar voice was heard. Harry turned his head towards the stairs to where the origin of the voice came from.
"Blaise…" Harry whispered.
"Oh, Blaisey! Thank Merlin you're awake! Draco has bought Potterhead into the common room. Tell him he's absolutely mad!" Pansy exclaimed dramatically, practically floating across the room towards the boy so she could clutch her hands in his shirt. Blaise seemed to snap out of the sleep-like state he was in.
"Harry is here?"
"Harry?" Pansy asked in disbelief.
Malfoy stood up and started towards Blaise.
"Yes. His friends aren't so happy with him at the moment. I'm assuming something to do with the Weaselette's outburst. They've kicked him out of his common room." Blaise locked eyes with big green orbs.
"Is that so…He can sleep in our room, Draco, for now."
Pansy gasped. "You can't be serious."
"You're sounding like a broken record, Parkinson." Harry said. Pansy looked at Harry with eyes of confusion.
"A what?" What Harry did next surprised her. He laughed.
"It's a think muggles used to use way back in the days."
"A-Are you laughing at me?!"
"Kind of, yes." Harry stated between laughs.
Pansy gave a snort. "Fine. Do what you want with him, but don't expect me to become best buddies sipping tea by the fireplace with him." She trotted up the stairs in a huff, disappearing into a room with a slam. Harry put his attention back on Blaise.
"Well, Harry, it's getting late. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping. We can deal with the rest of this in the morning."
Harry nodded and followed Blaise up the stairs. Draco was closely behind them. Blaise led Harry to a room far in the corner of the hall. He opened the door and stepped inside. Harry followed suit.
The room wasn't as big as Harry had expected just barely bigger than his own back in his own common room, but it sure was elegant. It screamed that it belonged to the Princes of Slytherin. There were three beds, all neatly made up. The floors were a dark wood with a green carpet rug over it. It certainly was extravagant.
"So the bed on the left is mine," Blaise started. "The one way on the right is Draco's…I guess you can have the middle one. That alright with you, Draco?"
Draco didn't answer and just headed through a door which Harry assumed was the bathroom. When he heard the shower turn on, he knew for sure. When the shower cut on, Harry was immediately pulled into an embrace.
"Oh, Harry. What did they do to you? Are you hurt anywhere?" Harry shook his head before burying it in the crook of his friend's neck.
"I'm fine, Blaise. I'm fine." Blaise pushed the smaller boy away from him to get a look at his face. Harry was sure that Blaise knew he was hurting inside but he didn't say anything, just kissed him on the forehead, causing a blush to tinge Harry's pale cheeks.
"I swear to Merlin the next time I see Ron I'll…"
"No. Please don't hurt him, Blaise. He's still my best friend." Blaise looked at him in disbelief before once again putting up his signature mask.
"I'm not making any promises, Harry. But for now, let's get some sleep."
Harry heard Draco finishing up his shower and nodded. Not being able to say anything in fear of breaking down right there. He was just about to get in the bed that Blaise had pointed out when a thought came to him.
"Blaise?"
"Harry?"
"I-I don't have any clothes with me…"
"Ah…Draco!" Blaise called out.
"What is it?" Harry heard Draco yell. It shocked Draco, he never really heard Draco yell like that? So…so…normal like.
"Can Harry borrow your clothes? He'd fit yours better than mine." There was silence before the bathroom door opened slightly and steam poured out. A wet looking Draco appeared to pop from the door gap. His wet hair was messily framing his face and neck, clinging to his skin. Harry suddenly felt the need to look away. That spider on the windowsill seemed interesting.
"White shirt. First drawer, on the left. He can sleep in that. Just make sure he washes it afterwards, I don't want Potter germs."
"Oh, grow up, Malfoy!" Harry said with a little attitude. Malfoy rolled his eyes before disappearing once again into the bathroom. By the time Harry managed to get the image of a wet Draco out of his mind, Blaise was holding out a white shirt.
"Here."
"C-Can you turn around?" Harry asked nervously.
"Why would I? I've seen you naked countless of times." Harry felt his face heat up.
"T-that's a complete fib!" Blaise chuckled and put a hand on the younger boy's messy head before turning around.
"Fine. Fine. I'll give you two minutes. Two minutes that's it. I'm looking after that."
Harry shook his head in embarrassment and hurriedly took off his shoes, socks, trousers, and shirt, before slipping on Draco's white shirt. It was still gigantic on him. It reached his mid-thigh. He didn't even have to wear night trousers. (Which was good because he had none.) He neatly folded his day clothes and placed them on the side of his bed along with his shoes.
"You can look now." Harry said. Blaise turned around. His face unreadable before smiling slightly.
"Good. Now sleep. You look tired."
Harry nodded and slipped into the lush bed. He felt his body instantly relax and his eyes droop. He managed to take his glasses off and set it on the bedside table. He took one last glance at Blaise, who was beginning to go in his own bed and the bathroom door before drifting to sleep.
A/N: FINALLY I finished this chapter. I had a bit of a writer's block but I managed to overcome it, I think. Hope you like this chapter. Now, to end this update I thought I'd reply to you guys and your reviews. :3 Thanks for them!
Corporal-Cleanliness – Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I will try to do my best with this story, Thank you! ^^
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GarionRiva – I hope it isn't going to be like Twilight! Q~Q I'm still debating whether this is going to be a love triangle or an eventual threesome relationship. :3 I'm leaning more towards the threesome, however. . No Bully Please.
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Lizzybear54 – O_o I'm glad you like my story that much~! ^^ Yes, Blaise/Harry is cute. But Draco/Harry is adorable, too, no? ^_~