Ron was too busy talking about Jared, about Jared's soft lips, about Jared's feel and Jared's innocence and smile and constant love and adoration, and the way he looked up to Ron or the way he looked away after they'd kissed or almost screamed that one time Ron had groped him through his pants to notice just how depressed Harry was.
They were in there dorm room, Harry lying dejectedly on the bed, Ron chattering with his head in his lap. Harry absent-mindedly stroked back Ron's vibrant red hair as his best friend spoke. "I think he could be the one Harry! I really do! He makes me feel…I don't even know. Is it possible to fall in love this fast or is this just infatuation?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "He's just so innocent. I had to teach him how to French. Is he for real? But at the same time he's sexy, fucking sexy. He makes me want to rip of all his clothes and fu-, oh no, I mean have sexual intercourse with him. That's what he said I should call it. When I say fuck he cringes. Fuck, I just said it. Wait, fuck, I just said it again! FUCK, this is like a fucking chain reaction!" Ron giggled.
"I'm sorry Jared. My poor innocent baby Jared who doesn't want me to say fuck. I meanshit I just said it, damn, I just said it again. There I feel much cleaner now."
Then he realized Harry wasn't speaking. "Harry, so what's up with you and Draco eh? You guys get busy yet?" he nudged his side into Harry's body.
Harry looked at Ron and his lip trembled. Immediately noticing something was wrong, Ron sat up. "Harry." Ron sat up and wrapped his arms comfortingly around his best friend, feeling a bit awkward.
"Harry what happened between you two? Did he hurt you Harry? God, tell me if he hurt you!"
Harry shook his head. "Please Ron, please just hold me." He said quietly.
Ron nodded and complied. "Harry, whatever's going on, know I'm here for you and I will always be."
Harry trembled into Ron's shoulder. "Thank you Ron. I'm going to need you so much."
Ron nodded and stroked in between Harry's shoulder-blades. "Harry one question, did you two ever…"
"No," Harry said. "I'm still a virgin. Like you." He didn't say how many times he'd wished and dreamed to get on top of Draco. That would never happen now
Ron grinned, and then it faded. "I'm not a virgin Harry." He said blushing.
"What the hell?" Harry's head snapped up, and he looked at Ron with new eyes. "Ron! When did this happen, you never told me!"
"It was a spur of the moment! I was upset, but I don't regret it. He was good Harry. Anyways, now I have Jared, and even though I've only done it once, I'm way more experienced than he is. He doesn't even touch himself! I'll show him how one day soon." Ron grinned.
Harry smiled along for a while. "You bad boy. I suppose were not the virgin trio anymore."
"Oh please, Hermione lost her's months ago." Ron scoffed, reaching down and stroking Harry's hair. "It's just you, my innocent little baby Harry."
Harry sighed. "Ron, Ron I love you." He whispered. "Don't abandon me."
Ron looked confused at his best friends' sudden sentiments. "Harry…"
"Ron do you love me too?!"
"Yes, dammit, of course Harry. But why are you…"
Harry buried his face in Ron's chest and Ron felt he was crying. After a few minutes he stilled, asleep.
"Please Professor, please not now, please, please." Draco whispered, trying to move his face away from Snape's, which only succeeded in it roughly being pulled back. Snape ignoring his pleading requests pushed his legs apart. Draco shut his eyes. His teacher enjoyed nothing as much as watching him squirm, so Draco did his best not to give him the pleasure.
"Draco you act as if you're not the little slut I know you are. I've been patient with you, loosening you up, giving you time to prepare yourself haven't I? I'm not forcing myself upon you without giving you some sort of warning am I? Don't I deserve my reward?"
Draco trembled. His life was already the worst in history. Why bother give a fight? Ever since Harry had… nothing seemed worth it anymore. His father had practically tried to kill him, the war was about to start and everyone was going to die, Harry… well, might as well add to it.
He shivered with cold. The mahogany table underneath his naked bum was freezing and his elbows were sore from propping himself up. No fair, Snape was fully clothed, except for his… you know, and his trousers were rubbing Draco's legs raw. He bent to kiss Draco, who once again turned his head away. "Don't." He said in anger.
Serveus shrugged. "I'm coming inside you now." He said.
Draco leaned back, aware of how convulsively his body was trembling as he cried, frightened. 'I hate life. I want to die.'
'Stupify!'
Snape's body suddenly became stiff and soon after he fell off the table he'd been hovering over Draco on to the ground. Draco sat up and looked down. Snape was frozen in the position he'd just been in. he looked around for his savior and stiffened when warm arms wrapped around him.
"Draco, why didn't you tell me he was doing this to you? Why. Didn't you trust me? Oh, Draco, how long has he been doing this to you?"
Draco didn't look up. Why did Harry come back? To torture him? Of course. Harry catching a naked Draco almost being raped by a man twice his age in the least, what could be better? It's like he was there for every humiliating moment in Draco's life.
He kept his eyes shut though. Harry slipped on his boxers and pants and he clung to his shoulders for balance. Harry's breathing was heavy. He didn't remember being this angry in his life. Nothing anyone said could've stopped him from going in and protecting Draco. He pulled on Draco's shirt and pushed back some of his white blonde hair. Draco had to be so hurt now, so confused. His eyes hadn't opened since Harry had entered.
After a long time of silence Harry ventured out Draco's name.
Draco cringed. "Leave me alone." He said getting quickly off the table, stepping over Snape's body and across the room. Harry looked down at Snape. He wanted to kill him so much. But Draco was more important right now. How much pain was he going through that Harry didn't knew about??? He would've never agreed to hurt him.
"Draco, Draco!" he yelled after him. Draco was striding away, head held high and cheeks flushed.
Draco whirled around to face Harry, his long silky hair flashing. "Why?" he said. "Why did you do it?"
"Draco…"
Draco's eyes softened. "Was it because of our pasts? Because I'd understand that. I could never imagine you as a bad person before…"
His fists balled. "But obviously you proved me wrong. That's not the problem though."
"What's the problem?" Harry asked softly.
"This." Draco gestured up and down Harry's body. "You. You did all that, then you come back and hold me… and save me and make me feel loved again? What is that? Is it just another way of torture? You want to confuse me to death?"
Harry didn't say anything. "It's…its confusing."
"Leave me alone Potter." Draco snapped. "I don't need you to make me feel miserable. Trust me; I'm fine in that department."
Harry didn't say anything. What could he do? Should he tell Draco everything now? No, he'd already done the damage. So he let Draco run.
Harry tossed in his bed. It was so hard to sleep. How did it feel for Draco? And he thought his life had been tough. Draco. How could he still be alive? With everything surrounding him, how did he survive? He'd gotten back his friends, somehow getting them to believe Harry had blackmailed him to say he was gay or some shit like that. But what kind of friends were those. He wasn't eating, Harry knew, just that tiny amount Jared sometimes coaxed him into having.
Was Draco really better off without him?
'He needs me!' Harry sat up, breathing hard. No one else was in the dormitory room and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
'Draco
Draco
Draco
Draco'
"DRACO!" Harry got up and looked at his watch. It was 9:30, no wonder no one else was in the room. He still had time. He jumped up and quickly changed into his clothes.
He was going to Draco. He didn't care about anyone else. He didn't care about anyone else but Draco. And staying away from him only was making things worse. If he was going to die, he wanted them to die together. They should be happy in there last moments.
He was going to find Draco. And he was going to tell him how he truly felt.
Cliffhanger! Don't you just love them! Anyways, there are some thanks in order here. Thank you Malfoy's Only Chemo (don't worry, happy ending on the way), fallen2008, Enigmus(of course), LingLing20009, njferrell, I was really upset at disappointing you especially since you were my first commenter!-.- sob I'm sorry that I ruined it but I promise I'll make it up! Plz stick around 4 the end. I can't be a spoiler but this is a Harry/Draco, as in together. I just can't keep them separated. It's not natural! sad face So plz don't stay mad at me.