Disclaimer: I am not aware of JK giving me any rights to her story, so I don't have them.
Warning: Just a bit fluff..
AN: So...yeah...Hi everyone, I know it seems i've just died off..i havne't...much...promise lol. I hope this isn't chalk full of mistakes.. -sighs- If there is any, please let me know!
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"…How long?" One voice, male.
"Almost four hours why…?" Female…
Harry heard the voice and felt a headache the size of a hippogriff pounding on his temple. Something cool touched his face, and he inhaled sharply before groaning.
"Oh, I think he's waking up!" It was the girls voice…Hermione? Harry slowly opened his eye's. It was dark out. And the ground hurt under his back.
"Harry? Harry?" It was Hermione. She had her hand on his face, He started sitting up peering around the darkness rubbing his eye's. The headache was subsiding slightly. Before he could question the witch he heard:
"You bloody IDIOT!" A flurry of blond hair and pale skin had him pinned to the ground, and before Hermione could stop him, a fist connected with the side of his face.
"Do you have any idea what you've been doing to me?!?!" Screamed the Slytherin, his hands clutched the front of his shirt. His eye's were slitted with rage and it looked as if his face had been streaked with dried tears. Harry opened his mouth to respond, nothing came out.
"Alright Malfoy, come on." Someone hauled the furious blond from his body and Harry coughed feeling a loose tooth at the inside of his jaw and the familiar coppery tang of blood on his tongue. Merlin do I deserve that. He thought bitterly to himself.
"Hey, mate you OK there?" Ron plopped down on the ground next to him, and he gingerly sat up again and didn't answer. So the Death Eaters were right. They had followed him.
"You shouldn't have come." He whispered finally, his eye's trailing to his haggard looking friends and finally saw who had pulled his lover from his body. Or whom. The twins. Draco had his back to him, arms crossed, Fred was saying something which only caused the Slytherin to throw his hands up in rage and stalk away. George shook his head and went after him.
"Why did you come?" He managed, looking at Ron,
"You think we would let Malfoy go alone?" The redhead asked, "And anyways we would have followed you no matter who said what, or who you were dating." He eye's fell on Hermione who only nodded with a smile,
"I…what happened?" He asked. So this was the second time he had been stupefied during the middle of an important battle. It was getting quite annoying.
"We saved your arse." Ron replied promptly. Harry glared at him; the hippogriff like headache had increased with the punch he had received from Draco. He was not in the mood to be toyed with.
"One of them…one of them said I was being followed by you guys and that they had sent another Death Eater to take of you guys…how did…"
"It was Lucius." Hermione said quietly, "And he's dead." Harry stared at her,
"Did any Order member…" He started, but Hermione was shaking her head.
"Draco did it." She continued softly, The Gryffindor stared at her and then buried his head in his arms. Draco had killed his own father? He heard another muffled shout from his lover and made his decision. He began to stand, much to the protests from Hermione.
"I need to talk to him." He whispered. Ron hesitated before nodding and grabbed Hermione's hand, watching as Harry made his way through the darkened little field to where the twins had managed to calm Draco down. Ron winced slightly as Draco attempted to hit Harry again.
"You know Hermione, remind never to get him mad." He whispered.
"Which one?" His girlfriend asked as Harry retaliated by tackling him to the ground.
"Well…maybe mad isn't the right words for those two." Fred appeared next to his brother sitting down on the ground.
"We shouldn't be staying out in the open, know of any muggle towns nearby" George said, crossing his arms and looking over to the Hero and Slytherin prince suddenly hearing the familiar sounds of wet kissing.
"I think they made up." He muttered while rolling his eye's.
"Oh eww…they better not be, it's in the middle of nowhere, and we all need good showers. Cleaning spells only go so far." Hermione said shrilly.
Harry paused to breathe and he felt two hands wrap around his wrists as Draco gently pushed up enough to be sitting upright and suddenly grabbing his chin to tilt his face to the side examining the damage he had inflicted.
"Leave it." Harry said quietly. Draco looked at him before sniffing,
"Of course I am. You totally deserved it." The Gryffindor sighed with a smiled pulling at the corner of his lip before drawing the Slytherin to him,
"Thanks. I'll remember that." He whispered. The smile turned to a frown and he worried at his bottom lip. He wished Draco hadn't come. Now his love was in danger, his friends were danger…
"Draco…how did…Draco are you ok?' Harry asked suddenly, Draco killed his father. Death eater or not, it was his father.
"I'm fine." The Slytherin whispered knowing exactly why he was asking this, how easily he had said those two little words. They just slipped out with every angry thought and sorrow of losing Harry behind them and how utterly evil and vile his father was. It had been powerful enough to kill.
"I loathed him…and he was going to kill your friends. I wouldn't have that." He said quietly burying his face in the shoulder. Harry exhaled slowly. He was such a fool.
"I'm sorry." He said lifting the face and kissing down the cheek, Draco nudged his pale cheek against Harry's own. Pressing his mouth to the others slowly drawing his lips forward to the kiss. This one was less brutal and angry, and as Draco's tongue slipped past his own it enticed a small moan from the back of his throat. His hands were in Draco hair in seconds keeping him forward as the kiss progressed. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, Draco wrapping a hand around the back of his neck.
"Don't you ever…" Draco started before pressing his lips back into he mouth and pushing Harry down to the ground, his tongue flicking up to the roof of the mouth feeling the boy shudder,
"Do this…" Harry let the barest of whimpers escape at the dominance Draco was showing with the kiss,
"To me again." Draco finished the statement by running his tongue at the bottom lip pausing to breath a bit heavily into the mouth. Harry was still slightly dazed and he was clutching the shirt and shoulders tightly.
"O…K…" He said weakly. Draco had his head buried in his neck for a second time, tasting the fluttering heartbeat under his tongue. He didn't want to think about his fathers death, nor did he want Harry to think about killing Voldermort. He heard the crunch of two sets of shoes near them and looked up as the familiar redhead spoke.
"Harry? Draco? Come on lovebirds we have to get out of here." Ron was standing about five feet from them, his arms were crossed, and he had an amused expression over his face.
"Never thought you could hit so hard Malfoy." He said suddenly observing the blossoming bruise Harry had as they stood. Draco sniffed indignantly,
"What you think I was prissy girl or something?" He asked, Ron snorted and didn't answer. Harry grabbed his lovers arm tugging him back before he could show another example of how hard he could hit.
"I was heading to the next set of muggle cities before I was attacked, is that where we're going?" Harry asked. Ron nodded,
"Yeah…" Ron paused, "You better not be daft enough to try and go after the madman yourself again." He suddenly warned. Harry gave a sideways glance to Draco and felt the fingers squeezing his own painfully tight.
"Er…of course not." He replied hastily. He didn't look at Draco to know the other boy glaring at him.
"Good. You wouldn't know where to find him anyway." Ron replied thumping him hard on the back and started walking away.
"Wait what do you mean by that Ron?" Harry suddenly asked, and Draco mentally cursed the stupidity of the redhead. Ron stopped and looked at Draco grimacing at the heavily anger laced glare he was receiving.
"Nothing! I didn't mean anything by it Harry!" He nearly squeaked.
"You know where he's at." Harry said shaking Draco loose from his arm,
"Ron tell me." He growled
"No. I'm not going to tell you because I will be murdered by your damn boyfriend." His friend hissed, cringing at the angry look from his best friend.
"Fuck you're both scary when you're pissed." He muttered under his breath.
"Draco?" Harry inquired, turning on his lover ignoring Ron's comment.
"Come on you three we have to go, it's late, and you're damn brothers are getting malicious Ronald!" They heard the shout from Hermione and Draco grabbed his hand shaking his head firmly.
"I'm not loosing you again." He shortly, Harry opened his mouth to tell him before slowly closing and sighing. Would he let Draco go if he was in his situation? Of course not. Then again, Draco didn't have to kill the most evil being in the face of this earth…
TBC
AN: Yay! I finally updated..anyone excited? Yeah..didn't think so...lol..well I hope you're slighlty excited for me to finally get something done...XD So lets see...I hope this chapter was OK, liek I keep telling people..this is difficult...not good with angst, killing...stuff...so yeah. I do hope to put a little love in the next chapter before it plunges back in darkness Mahahahaha -loud evil cackle-...-coughs- anyway...hope you enjoyed!
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