For you I will-Chapter two
So sorry It's been so long, but I've finally updated! This chapter is pretty long too so I'm happy for that. Hope you enjoy. Oh and I dont own Harry Potter If i did, Harry and Draco would have been together ages ago.
It had been two weeks since Harry and Draco had managed to slightly make up with each other.
Though Draco had finally stopped avoiding him, Harry still picked up that he was hiding something. For the sake of not pushing him away he didn't mention anything about it.
Although if Harry wanted to ask him he never got the chance, their meetings now only consisted of chance encounters in the hallways.
Harry had managed to snag one of these rare opportunities after potions while everyone was busy eating lunch.
The couple was hidden in a dark, deserted corridor arms wrapped around each other and lips locked.
When the need for air arose they pulled apart breathing heavily. Once their breathing had settled Harry kissed the blonde boy once more before pulling away.
Draco, not wanting him to leave pulled on his robes.
"I have to go Draco."
Draco smirked teasingly, "Why? In a hurry to see the other Gryffindorks?" Harry rolled his eyes, "Trust me I'd love to stay here and snog you senseless, but I'm sure they're already wondering where I've gotten to."
"Just say you had something more important to do."
"Won't your Slytherin friends be wondering where you are?"
"Shit." Was Draco's reply.
Harry laughed, "Well we should both be going then." They kissed one last time before going to have lunch making sure to enter separately.
Harry sat down with Ron and Hermione who both looked at him questioningly
"Where were you?" Hermione asked, her eyes scanning him for injuries. When he was late that always meant he had been in some kind of mishap.
"Nowhere, I was just doing a bit of wandering."
"Funny that Malfoy walked in just after you did." Ron pointed out.
"Where you with Malfoy?" Hermione said confused by what the two could be doing together. Not being able to think of a better excuse he went along with it.
"You caught me, Malfoy and I were arguing."
"Was it about what happened in potions?" Ron asked.
"What happened in potions?" Hermione asked, she wasn't about to be left out about a piece of gossip..
"Neville tipped Malfoy's cauldron over causing his brew to spill everywhere! Harry was beside Neville so obviously Malfoy thought he put Neville up to it.
They got into this huge argument about it, but Snape put an end to it before wands were drawn." Ron finished, disappointed that there wasn't going to be a bigger fight.
"Honestly, when are you two going to get over this childish rivalry?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged, "Probably never, as long as Malfoy remains a git."
Ron laughed, after remembering the times Malfoy had called her a mud blood Hermione joined in.
Harry joined in the laughter not looking over at the Slytherin in question, who overheard them laughing and turned around.
"What are you laughing at Gryffindorks?" His comment earned him laughs from the other Slytherins around him.
Harry started to retort, but Ron beat him to it. "You Malfoy who else would be hilarious enough to laugh at?"
Harry bit his lip; he always tried to be the first to respond to Draco's comments. That way he would know that he was only playing along.
He didn't miss the slightly hurt look that passed over Draco's face. Harry gave him an apologetic look, but Draco quickly regained his Slytherin composer.
Without saying anything he turned back around. Ron smirked triumphantly, "See Harry you just have to know what to say to him."
Both Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes. When it was time to head back to classes Hermione and Ron snickered when passing Malfoy, but Harry stayed out of it. Instead he gave him a reassuring smile when he passed.
Draco didn't smile back; he just walked past them with his usual demeanor. Harry frowned, was Draco mad at him or was that just a Slytherin act?
He sighed; being in a relationship with the blonde was very stressful. Obviously the Slytherin hadn't realized that they had D.A.D.A together so he wouldn't get away with acting huffy.
He took a seat beside Hermione and Ron, glancing over at Draco. The blonde glanced back smirking. Reassuring Harry that he wasn't angry with him. Harry smiled back before turning around before Lupin could catch him.
Halfway through the lesson Harry tuned Lupin out completely He let his mind wander, but for once it didn't focus on a certain moody Slytherin.
His thoughts turned dark as he thought about his recent nightmares, Voldemort was getting into his mind once again.
The images were brought forward, his parents deaths, his mothers screams, Voldemort killing Cedric. These images weren't anything new to Harry; the newest ones were what disturbed him the most.
Draco lying cold and bleeding in his arms, his own screams ringing in his ears and Voldemort standing over them laughing.
He shut his eyes willing the images to go away, he had hoped the nightmares would just stop. Of course they hadn't and that meant one thing, Voldemort was soon to return and he had no clue what to do.
The images of Draco lying dead in his arms came back to mind, how would he protect Draco?
What if the Slytherin was killed because of him? He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened.
He wasn't going to let another person die because of him that had happened too many times already.
His thoughts led him to glance at Draco who had his head rested on his hand copying notes. Though from the expression on his face he didn't seem to be paying much attention either.
He would pay anything to know what the blonde was thinking; he'd been so mysterious lately.
Draco caught his eye and nodded his head in Lupins direction, he realized he'd been staring and turned around to find the D.A.D.A master standing over his desk.
"What exactly is so interesting over there, Mr. Potter?"
"Nothing Sir." He replied calmly. "I suggest you pay more attention Harry, this is an important subject." For the rest of the lesson Harry kept his eyes off Malfoy, though his mind still wondered to the boy.
Class ended in what seemed like an eternity later, Harry held back when he noticed Draco parting with his friends making an excuse that he left his book in class.
Once everyone had gone, they walked up to each other. Draco smirked, "Since when did you take up staring at me during class?"
"I didn't do it intentionally, it just kind of happened." Draco laughed quietly and didn't comment.
Harry grabbed his hand lacing their fingers together, "I hate this." He said.
"Hate what?"
"This sneaking around and making excuses just to see you."
Draco stared at him blankly, "This was your idea remember?"
"I know, it's just we haven't seen a lot of each other these past few weeks."
Draco breathed deeply, "I know, but we have now."
Closing the distance between them Harry kissed him. It turned from simple to passionate as Draco slipped his tongue inside his mouth and Harry pushed him back into one of the desks.
"Mr. Potter, !" Both boys froze and quickly jumped away from each other, slowly turning to face who called them.
Professor Lupin stood a few feet away from them a confused look on his face, "Well this is a sight I thought I'd never see."
The boy's stared at each other not sure how to react. "We weren't—"Harry began.
"I know what I saw, since you were talking so quietly I'm guessing this is a secret?"
"Yes, please don't tell." Harry pleaded.
Lupin smiled and winked at them, "Oh I wont, but if your going to make out in my classroom in the future at least make sure I'm gone first." With that he turned and went back into his office.
They decided to leave then, "Why didn't we make sure he was gone?" Draco snapped."
"We were obviously too caught up in the moment to care." Harry said smirking.
Stopping he gave Draco a quick kiss, "I need to talk to professor Lupin for a minute I'll see you later."
"Maybe but we wont be acting civil towards each other." He said sadly walking off.
Harry walked back into the classroom and knocking on Lupin's office door, "Oh hello there Harry, done snogging Draco already?"
He turned slightly pink, but ignored the question. "I'm here because there's something I have to ask you."
Lupin sat down, "I'm always open to answering my students questions what is it?"
"A few weeks ago I was er—sneaking out to see Draco and I uh saw you with Snape and Sirius."
Lupin's eyes widened but he was quick to compose his shock, "I see and I would guess you want to know what Sirius is doing here?"
Harry nodded, "Yes sir, I thought he was still in hiding?"
Lupin stood up and started messing with books on his desk, "Harry I'm sorry I can't tell you why he was here."
"But—"
"I suggest you leave before I give you detention." Not knowing what else to do he left, angry that he hadn't even come close to getting the information he wanted.
A few weeks later
Harry walked briskly to his next class he had stopped to talk and now was running behind. He sat down in Transfiguration's just as McGonagall began her lesson.
"You really cut it close." Hermione whispered. "Were you fighting with Malfoy again?" Ron piped in.
"No, just stopped to talk to someone." He whispered back. He wished the reason he had been late was because he was snogging Draco, but he hadn't been alone with him since they had been caught by Lupin.
That had been almost three weeks ago; it had gotten harder to find places to talk between classes or places to hide when people weren't looking.
Both their friends had been demanding more of their time and that resulted in less time for themselves.
They'd barely even spoken except for nasty comments in each other's direction. They were going to have to discover time to spend with the other or everything was going to fall apart.
After Transfigurations Harry rushed off to find Draco, spotting him he walked past pretending to bump into him while slipping a note in his hand.
They used this technique often, "Watch it, Potter." He sneered. While his friends were busy taunting Potter he opened the note finding Harry's familiar handwriting.
Draco,
Meet me in the room of requirement tonight once you're sure everyone's asleep.
Love,
Harry
Draco inwardly smiled; he put the note in his pocket and continued on his way anxious for tonight.
Harry walked through the halls quietly on his way to meet Draco; he'd been in such a rush he forgot to bring the invisibility cloak leaving him vulnerable to patrolling teachers.
He was happy though, finally he could spend some much needed alone time with his boyfriend.
The sound of voices met his ears making him freeze where he was standing. He quickly realized the sound was coming toward him, before he could find a decent place to hide Sirius Black was standing in front of him along with Remus Lupin.
"Harry?" Sirius asked bewildered. Before he could answer Remus spoke up, "What are you doing out of bed?" He asked sternly
"Uh I—"
"Your meetings a girl aren't you?" Sirius asked grinning. "No, well actually—"
"My godsons growing up!" he said enveloping him in a hug. Harry wondered how Draco would react if he knew Sirius thought he was a girl.
His eyes flicked to Lupin he wondered if he would let the cat out of the bag since he was the one that had caught him and Malfoy.
He pried himself out of Sirius's arms, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you still be in hiding?"
Sirius's smile faltered, "Well you see—"
"I told you that's not for you to know." Remus cut in. "Now get back to bed."
"Remus he's got to meet his girlfriend." He elbowed Remus suggestively and winked at Harry. "Is she pretty what's she look like?"
"Well ah he—she's blonde and has grey eyes."
"Ah a Blondie huh? Is she feisty?" "Sirius!" Remus snapped.
He looked at Harry, "You shouldn't be wandering the halls at night."
"And you should?" he countered. He turned to Sirius, "Why are you here? Why didn't you let me know?"
The animagus turned somber, "It'll all become clear soon. Now you don't want to keep that girl waiting."
Without saying anything Harry turned around and headed for the room of requirement, his mind focused on anything but Draco.
When he walked in he found the room completely empty. "Draco!" he called. No one answered. Sighing he walked over to the couch, seeing a piece of parchment lying there he picked it up recognizing the neat handwriting.
Harry,
I waited for a while, but I couldn't wait any longer. Keeping this a secret is killing me Harry and I feel that were growing apart as we see less and less of each other. I do love you Harry Potter, but are we really meant to be? I just don't know what to do.
Your Dragon,
Draco
"Just great." He said stuffing the note in his pocket. He sat down on the couch; this night hadn't gone the way he wanted at all.
What was he supposed to do to make this up to Draco or explain? Why did nothing ever go right for him?
Why wouldn't the only family member he had not tell him why he was in the castle? Or why he'd come out of hiding?
Not knowing what else to do he headed back to the dorms, crawling into his four poster he promptly fell asleep.
He was staring at Draco who was wrapped in his arms, then suddenly he vanished. It went dark and all he could hear was his screams.
"Harry! Help! Harry!" "Draco?" Then Draco was right in front of him tied to a chair using a binding spell. He was looking down his wand pointed at him; he caught a glimpse of pale skin. He wasn't himself.
"Are you going to let another person die?" Voldemort whispered to him. He could feel the curse on the edge of his lips. He tried to fight, No! NO!" he screamed in his head.
"Harry!" Draco screamed. Then everything vanished again and his eyes shot open, Ron was leaning over him along with Professor McGonagall.
"Are you okay mate? You were screaming your bloody head off." Harry couldn't answer, his throat felt raw and his breathing was labored. He could feel the sweat pouring off him.
McGonagall grabbed his arm pulling him up, "Lets go." He let himself get dragged to Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore had him sit down in front of his desk, while McGonagall stood behind him. Dumbledore gave him something to drink and waited for Harry's breathing to return to normal.
"What did you see, Harry? It's important we know, you may take your time to answer."
Harry bit his lip, if he had to explain, his and Draco's secret would be exposed. Would Draco be mad at him? Taking a deep breath he decided to tell the details of his dream.
"I was Voldemort and I had my—his wand pointed at Draco Malfoy who was bound by a curse in front of him—me. He—Voldemort I mean, was talking to me inside my head. He asked if I was going to let another person sacrifice themselves for me."
Harry stopped he grit his teeth, far too many people had died because of him. Voldemorts words rang inside his head. He wasn't going to let another person die for him, especially not Draco.
He calmed down and started talking again, "The killing curse was on the edge of my lips." He remembered the terrified look in Draco's grey eyes, the way he pleaded with him not to do it. The way he screamed his name hopelessly.
"Then I woke up." he finished.
Dumbledore stared at him, thinking on what Harry had told him.
"Why do you think Draco would be in your dreams?"
"I—uh don't know, Sir."
Dumbledore stared at him, looking as though he was thinking intently on the information Harry had told him.
The Headmaster stood from his desk walking around, stopping at the window. He stared out into the starry night, his mind trying to figure out Voldemorts newest plan. What would Voldemort want with Draco Malfoy? Surely the boy was already being recruited as a Death Eater. With his Father being one and all.
He turned back around, looking at Professor McGonagall. "Find Severus and get him to bring Draco Malfoy here."
Harry shot up out of his chair, "Why does he need to know?" He didn't want Draco to know that he was in danger; he would protect him with his life. He didn't want Draco to worry about this mess.
The all knowing icy blue eyes of the Headmaster turned to focus on him, "He needs to be informed he's in danger Mr. Potter."
With that McGonagall walked out the door to fetch Malfoy. Harry sat back down, putting his head in his hands. Everything was going to pot, why couldn't anything ever work right for him? Why couldn't he just be happy for once in his life? Why did destiny choose him? He didn't want any of this; he hated losing the people he loved and putting them in danger. All he wanted was to love Draco, to protect him, but he'd only put him in harms way.
He picked his head up when the door to the office opened and Snape walked in followed by Draco and McGonagall. Draco looked at him worriedly before sitting down beside him. He was still in his Pj's and his platinum blonde hair was disheveled. If this had been a different circumstance he would have laughed at the blonde.
Dumbledore moved to sit in his desk, "I'm aware Professor McGonagall has informed you why you're here Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco nodded. "Don't worry we'll keep you safe, but do you know why Voldemort would be after you?"
Draco looked at Harry, not sure how much he should say. Taking a deep breath Harry spoke up, "It's because Draco is close to me."
Dumbledore raised a white eyebrow, "I thought you two were rivals?"
Harry grabbed Draco's hand, squeezed reassuringly. He took another breath before speaking, "We're dating." Behind them McGonagall inhaled sharply and Snape choked.
Dumbledore being who he was didn't take the news drastically; he merely nodded his head in understanding.
"This is a nice change of pace for you two, in situations as dire as this love is sometimes the only thing you can hold onto. For now you are free to go, I will take this matter into my own hands."
Still holding hands Harry led them out of Dumbledore's office, ignoring Snapes dark eyes boring down on him.
"Why did you tell?" Draco asked, once they were a good distance from the headmaster's office. Harry stopped in the middle of the stone hallway; he sighed and tightened his grip on the blonde's hand.
"I didn't have a choice, Dumbledore needed to know why Voldemort would harm you." He avoided those grey eyes he had grown accustomed to staring into, "You're in danger because of me."
Draco bit his lip, watching Harry torture himself was hurting him as well. He couldn't let Harry take all the blame.
"This isn't your fault." Harry's head snapped up, "Of course it is Voldemort always tries to get to me by using the people I care about."
Draco shook his head sadly, "There's something I need to tell you, in private."
Confused Harry followed Draco into the Room of Requirement; Draco made no move to sit down. He stood in front of him, his arms wrapped around himself. He looked straight into greens eyes, his own pricking with tears.
"I'm so sorry I never told you sooner."
TBC? Or not?