Draco Malfoy awoke the next morning with a pair of arms wrapped around him, causing him immediately to smile. He was Harry's bed. The smile however faded, when he recalled what had happened in order for him to end up in Harry's bed to begin with. He only allowed himself to be saddened by this for a few moments though, because in the next second, he filled himself with a sense of determination.
Harry Potter stirred only a few moments after Draco, and he was equally as pleased to see his companion. Unlike one very unfortunate Seamus Finnigan. You see, Seamus's first reaction upon waking up that morning was a discontented groan, much to his own misfortune.
"Does he have to sleep in here too?" He moaned. "It's bad enough to have him in the damn common room." That was the last straw. The next thing that Seamus saw was the floor as he was hoisted upside down into the air by Harry's silent charm.
The resulting yelp had awoken Dean, Neville, and Ron, all of whom were laughing amusedly as Harry approached his stubborn and suspended roommate.
"I would appreciate it," Harry said in a low, menacing tone. "If you wouldn't speak about my boyfriend like he wasn't in the fucking room, Seamus. What if I hadn't approved of Dean, huh?" His wand was in his face now. "Would you want me constantly putting him down?"
Seamus shook his head and gulped, seeming to realise that he'd really set Harry off this time.
"So help me, Finnigan, if you make him cry again," Draco blushed at the mention of the other day's event, "I will personally hang you off the god damn astronomy tower by your toes. He has been nothing but nice to you and everyone else in this house and all you've done is put him down. I'm fucking sick of your attitude. He's changed. Get used to it."
With a grunt, the sandy-haired boy was dropped rather roughly on his head. He straightened up, rather disgruntled and grumbling to himself, but had resolved, from that point on, to be nicer to Draco. Seamus glared over at Dean who, as his boyfriend, wasn't supposed to be laughing at him.
Draco felt his spirits raise at the sight of this, but realising that if Seamus wouldn't accept him unless he too made an effort, he approached him.
"Listen." He said softly, with the slightest hint of desperation, "I know we haven't gotten along. But I really don't have any problem with you. I know it's hard to trust me but I really wish you would." Seamus opened his mouth to protest, glanced at Harry, and with difficulty, adjusted the tone of his voice to a calmer one.
"Malfoy, how am I supposed to know that you aren't just fooling us all?" He asked with a slight glare. Draco blushed, but understanding that it was necessary, he explained.
"The fact that I'm here this morning." He mumbled. He grudgingly continued when the looks of confusion on everyone's face told him he needed to explain further. "Look, Finnigan," He snapped. "If you must know, I came in here crying last night because the rest of the fucking Slytherin's have been tormenting me!"
Seamus stared, surprised. "Tormenting?" Draco glared through the sudden, angry tears in his eyes. He was unsure if it was from his anger at Seamus or the fury at the Slytherins.
"Yes, Seamus, tormenting." He glared. "I'm afraid of the fucking dark, okay? And what happens when you get a bunch of assholes like them in a room with a fag?" Seamus winced at the term, causing Draco to smirk with satisfaction. "They took the fucking candle I had and the lion Harry gave me and have been ripping me to shreds since I got back! I've been crying at night for over a week!"
"How did you get in here?" Seamus by this point looked guilty, allowing Draco to continue without embarrassment, knowing he was making the Irish boy feel like shit.
"Blaise." He said shortly. "He'd apparently been listening to me at night and got sick of it. The fat lady's seen me around before. I was crying. She let us in." Seamus chewed on his lip for a few moments and, feeling sick to his stomach, looked up at Draco, who by this point had furious tears running down his pale cheeks. His fists were clenched.
"Hey..." He paused and glanced around. The awkwardness in the room was nearly palpable. Ron, Dean, Harry, and Neville were staring at him. "Hey, look..." he sighed, and wished inwardly that Draco would at least wipe the tears from his face. He felt like a total ass. "...I'm sorry." He said quietly. "I didn't realise they..." He trailed off. Draco wasn't done. He'd needed to say this for days.
"That they what, huh?!" He was on the borderline of shouting. "That they've been treating me like I don't deserve to live? Calling me a faggot every chance they get? You should know! You're a bloody pillow-biter too! It hurts! You damn well KNOW it hurts! And I come here, my only fucking escape from this hell hole and I have one of Harry's own friends treating me it!" Seamus sank into himself.
"I've been thinking about ways to end it, you mother fucking arsehole!" Draco shouted, by this point nearing hysteria. He knew it was really Nott he should be yelling all this at, but the dam had broken. It was all coming out. And wouldn't stop until he'd said it all. "Do you know what that's like, Finnigan?! Do you!? To wonder if it would be better off not at all?! WHILE YOU'VE BEEN SCOFFING AT ME AND SITTING ALL UP ON YOUR FUCKING THRONE I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT ENDING IT!" He breathed deep.
Harry was in shock. He hadn't known... thoughts ran through his head at about a million miles an hour, feeling himself sinking deeper and deeper into the floor. He was such a horrible boyfriend.
"So yeah..." Draco said softly. "Think about that you wanker. The next time you try to shun someone from the only place they're accepted." There was an awkward movement through the room as everyone else attempted to act like they hadn't seen the whole thing.
"I'm sorry." Seamus whispered. He looked close to tears. "I really am." It was Harry's cold voice that responded.
"You damn well better be." He wrapped an arm around Draco. "Are you okay?" Draco sniffed, but nodded.
"Yeah... yeah, actually I feel better." A determined look spread his face. "Nott's gonna get it."
About fifteen minutes later, all the boys were dressed, with Seamus still refusing to meet Draco's eyes. When the rest had gone down to the hall, Harry held Draco back. The serious expression on his face made Draco nervous.
"Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me you'd been thinking about suicide?" The blonde's grey eyes focused on the floor.
"I didn't wanna worry you." He mumbled. "I knew you'd flip..." Harry's tone was firm, nearing angry, but gentle at the same time.
"You're damn right I'd flip! Dray, that's serious." Draco's eyes snapped up from the carpet, staring straight into Harry's.
"I'm okay, alright? It was only at night and... I don't think that anymore." Harry could tell he was being sincere. "I'm not gonna take it laying down anymore. Nott can shove a god damn pineapple up his ass. They all can. I'm done with it." Harry knew he meant it, but he was still nervous. Draco could still break.
"Yeah, and what if it does get to you, Draco? What then? I can't lose you." Draco's stared hard.
"I'm fine." He said resolutely, feeling for once that he was telling the truth. "And if I think like that again, I'll come to you. I promise." After gazing into his boyfriend's eyes for a long while, trying to find any indication of a lie, Harry sighed.
"Okay." He leaned in and kissed him lightly. "I trust you."
Harry Potter led Draco Malfoy down the stairs to the Great Hall, where the first person that Draco saw was Theodore Nott chatting with Pansy Parkinson. Pulling his wand from his robes, Harry stalked up to Nott with such a furious expression on his face that the latter backed up a few feet with quite the alarmed appearance. Harry shoved his wand inches from the other's face.
"You are a fucking git." He ground out in a slow, threatening voice. At this point Blaise Zabini had gotten up and put a concerned hand on Harry's arm and was trying, unsuccessfully to pull the boy away from Nott.
"Potter, please." He said quietly. This only resulted in Harry turning on Blaise.
"YOU'RE NOT ANY BETTER!" He shouted. "YOU LET THEM TORTURE HIM FOR A WEEK!" Nott, feeling much more confident now that Harry was distracted, smirked over at Draco.
"I wondered where you went this morning. What did you do, go run crying to Potter?" Something inside the blonde snapped and, leaving his wand forgotten, he threw himself on top of Nott, punching every part of him he could reach.
The entire Great Hall paused to watch as the half the room was a mess of confused fighting.
"IF YOU SYMPOTHISED WITH HIM, WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU LET HIM CRY FOR A WEEK?!"
"I BROUGHT HIM TO YOU LAST NIGHT!" Harry and Blaise were still shouting at each, looking as though they were to break into a fist fight at any time.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Draco was shouting as Nott was trying to defend his face from Draco's punches. "I'M A HUMAN BEING!" Draco was crying as Theodore, who finally recovered from the shock of Draco's attack, began hitting him in return.
"STOP!" someone shouted amongst the confusion. Whoever it was was ignored as Draco remembered his wand and started shouting hexes at the other boy as fast as they came to his mind. Poor Pansy Parkinson was his with a stray curse and one was only just dodged by Gregory Goyle.
"STUPEFY!" At first, everyone thought that the red beam of light was shot from Draco's wand, and it was a moment before the rest of the people in the hall understood that it was actually the blonde who had been hexed. Two more stunning spells were sent at Nott and Harry by a severely angered Professor Snape, whose mouth was stretched so thin he resembled McGonagall upon discovering the Harry and Ron had flown a car to school in their second year.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" He shouted. The entire hall went silent. "Detention will be given to all three four of you." His voice was deathly quiet. "Nott, Zabini, you'll be with me. Potter, Malfoy, McGonagall will handle. Never in all these years have I seen such a horrendous, unsophisticated act."
"But, Professor," Harry argued. "Professor, they've been..."
"Don't argue with me, Potter. Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor." He rounded on Draco, who was out of breath and busy wiping stray tears from his face, "And as for you, Mr. Malfoy. I expected better things from you than fighting with members of your own house." He spat. "I will be writing to your father tonight."
Snape turned and billowed out of the room and Harry glared at Theodore.
"You will give Draco his stuff back or I swear to fucking god I will make your life hell, do you understand me." Nott said nothing but stood, fists clenched, breathing hard and glaring at both Harry and Draco through a heavy noseblood.
"Sodding queers." He muttered. "Fine." He said coldly. "I'll give the fag his stuff back." The earned a heavy punch from Harry, a returned blow from Nott, and suddenly, the Slytherin was thrown back into the table, sending food and pumpkin juice everywhere. Harry was considerably stronger than the Slytherin and he was currently on top of him, breaking his shattered nose even more, getting blood all over his robes.
It wasn't until they were both stunned by a breathless Hermione Granger that Harry stopped.
"You are unbelievable, Harry." She breathed out. "Go, get yourself to the hospital wing." As Nott moved to follow she turned her wand on him. "Not you." She glared. "You deserved what you got." She looked so menacing with her hair a mess and the look of fury, Nott skulked off towards the loo, resolving to see Madam Pomfrey after Harry and Draco left.
Meanwhile, the couple, both bruised and bleeding were limping toward the infirmary, Harry still furious and Draco was a bit of a Triumphant stride.
"Did you see that Harry? I bloodied his nose." Harry's angry glare softened at this and he couldn't help a slight smile.
"Yes you did Draco. See, I told you you didn't have to take this shite." As Harry stopped to tie his shoe, Draco continued forward, contemplating this. He felt more confident about himself than he had in a long while.
He turned and, realising Harry was lagging behind, beckoned him forward with his finger. Harry approached. Draco smirked.
"I just made you come with one finger." His smirk grew. "Imagine what I could do with my entire body."
Harry grinned and pushed the blonde up against the stone wall, kissing him passionately.
But they both winced, having forgotten the injuries from the fight.
"Ow." Draco said with a bit of a laugh. "How bout we finish this after my nose is fixed?"
They made their way toward the Hospital Wing with a new purpose.
Harry Potter was indeed very curious to see just what Draco could do with that body of his.
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