Just One Night – Part Two
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Disclaimers: If they're mine, Harry will never ever marry with Ginny and elope with Draco instead.
Warning: DMHP SLASH! Homophobe, kindly leave NOW!!! Don't say I dun warn you. And this is not beta'ed, so please bear with it.
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The wards surrounding Malfoy Manor shifted slightly when the Heir of Malfoy Family apparated into the front foyer. The house-elves that have been cleaning the Manor hurriedly scatter away at the murderous look on Draco's face. None of them wanted to infuriate their Young Master further.
The wards shifted again as Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy also apparated into the Manor. Lucius looked as calm as he ever be. His hard cold eyes were the only sign that he was suppressing his rage behind his perfect mask. Beside him, Narcissa was bristling furiously.
"Stop right there, young man," came Narcissa's cold voice at her son's retreating back. Draco stopped, but didn't turn back. "You've embarrassed us in front of the Parkinsons just now! Explain yourself!"
"I have nothing to explain to you," Draco replied in equally cold voice as he turned and faced his parents. "I refused the betrothal contract with Pansy. That's all to say."
"Do tell us the reason why you refused, Draco," Lucius said. He eyed his son sharply. "Your punishment for embarrass us depending on your answer."
Draco glared at his father. "I'm not afraid of your punishment anymore, Father," he said. "I'm of age now. Wizarding World saw me as an adult. I'm not going to let you control me again. I'll do whatever I want to do and marrying that bitch is on my top list of not-to-do things!"
A hard slap came in contact with Draco's smooth cheek. In no time, a large angry red handprint was visible there. Draco straightened his body and glared at Lucius.
"Watch your tongue, Draco," Lucius said in low dangerous voice. "That's not how you talk to your elder. I taught you better than this!"
"Is this all you can do, Father?" Draco asked with a sneer. "Beat me into obedience like you did when I was younger?"
Another slap. This time Lucius slapped him on his unmarked cheek. "You've crossed the line, Draco," he said. "You will marry Pansy Parkinson by the end of this month!"
"I will not marry that bitch," Draco spat. "Which part of that you don't understand? I won't let myself trapped in unwanted and arranged marriage like this!"
Before Draco even realized it, Lucius cane strike him hard at his left side. He doubled over in pain, only to be kicked viciously by his father. Had Narcissa didn't yell at her husband to stop, Draco will surely pass out from the pain. He curled up on the floor with ragged breath. His body contorting in pain with every breath he took.
"You will marry Pansy Parkinson," Lucius repeated. "You will continue Malfoy line with marrying a pureblood witch that I deemed worthy as your spouse." And with that he left the foyer into his study, leaving Narcissa with Draco.
Narcissa glanced down at her son warily. "You asked for this, Draco, so deal with it," she said and snapped her fingers. A tiny and scared house-elf appeared in front of her. "Take Draco to his room."
"Yes, Mistress," the house-elf squaked and disappeared with Draco. The only thing Draco remembered before pass out was the elf gently settled him on his bed.
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Very slowly, Draco opened his eyes. He blinked several times to let his eyes adjust with the lack of light. The moon shone faintly through the curtains at the far side of the room. He tried to move, but stopped abruptly at the pain came from his abdomen. He grimaced before try to move again. This time he managed to roll out of the bed and limped to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, Draco once again limped out of the bathroom. He sat at the edge of his bed, pulling the drawer beside him open and started to look for pain relieving potion he kept there. He found the vial and downed the container in one gulp. Immediately the pain ceased into dull ache at the places Lucius hit him. He sighed in relief as he threw himself backward.
Draco stared at the canopy without really looking at it. All he could see in front of his eyes was Harry's face filled with hurt and betrayal. Draco's bluish gray eyes became hard. It's because that Parkinson bitch that Harry felt that way. Had she not appeared out of nowhere and announced their supposed engagement, right now he'll definitely holding Harry in his arm and savouring his unique yet divine taste once again.
Draco took a deep breath. He had to find Harry and explain everything to him. But where should he start? He didn't know where Harry might go. Definitely not to his so-called relative's house. They are Muggles, for Merlin's sake. And from what he overheard for the past seven years, they hate magic thus they despised Harry for being a wizard. Well, maybe he could visit this Muggles sometime in the future and made them pay for every misery they had caused upon his sweet Harry.
Grimmauld Place is a possibility too. He had heard from his mother that Harry had inherited that house from his deceased Godfather, Sirius Black. He supposed he could check on Weasel's house too. They were his surrogate family after all. Or the Mudblood's house. Or Longbottom place. Well, maybe it's better if he ask all the recently graduated Gryffindor about Harry's whereabouts. Secretly, of course. He didn't want his father knew about Harry.
With that thought in mind, Draco sat up. He had to leave the Manor. If he stayed here, no doubt his parents will force him into that marriage. He took out a small trunk from his wardrobe and started to throw his personal possession into it. Thank Merlin he hadn't unload his school trunk. It will take longer if he had unloaded it.
Several minutes later, the small trunk already full with his belonging. He slammed it shut, shrunk it and pocketed it. He took one last glance around the room to ensure he had packed everything he will need later. Then he concentrated on one person that undoubtedly will take him in. In a second, Draco has apparated away from the Manor.
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Severus Snape immediately wide awake and alerted when the wards protecting his house detected that someone has apparated nearby. He reached for his wand and changed his night clothes with one flick of his hand before silently went downstairs. He could not take a risk dropped his defence. Even one year after the Dark Lord defeated by Potter, some of his loyal Death Eater still running free out there and no one could guarantee that they will not get some revenge on their insane Master behalf. No, Snape will never drop his defence before all of the Death Eater being lock up in Azkaban.
Severus cautiously took a peek behind the curtains. He was somehow startled to find a very familiar face of one Draco Malfoy stood behind his wards instead of a bunch of witch/wizard with black robe and white mask. Frowning a bit, he quickly adjusted the ward to allow the young man entrance.
"What are you doing here at this ungodly hour?" Severus asked as soon as Draco stepped inside his house. "And what happened to your face? It looks like a handprint."
"I left the Manor," Draco answered his Godfather questions while moved to the sitting room. He dropped tiredly on the sofa. "As for my face, Lucius did it."
Severus sat across him. "Lucius hit you?" he asked. "What did you do to him this time?"
"I refuse to marry Pansy," Draco answered. He grimaced when the pain started to return. "Sev, do you have any pain relieving potion?"
Wordlessly Severus accio the potion from his storage room and handed it to Draco. "Ah, that's why Miss Parkinson yelled at you before you left," he said in understanding. "So, what's your plan now?"
"I'm planning to take the apprenticeship you offer me," Draco said. "Unless you've found someone…"
Severus sneered. "I'm not offering the apprenticeship to everyone, Mr. Malfoy; only the talented one," he retorted. "The position is still available, of course, seeing I only offer it to you."
"Thank you, Sev," Draco said with a smile.
"Go to your room and rest, Draco," Severus said as he stood. "We'll talk again tomorrow."
Draco nodded. To be truth, he's a bit tired. He stood and headed up to the room he always used whenever he's at Spinner's End. Soon after his head touched the pillow, Draco fell into deep sleep, dreaming about a certain green eyed brunet.
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Soon after he left the Great Hall, Harry quickly made his way to the Great Lake where Neville's waiting for him, and then they will wait for Ron before apparated to The Burrow for celebrating the graduation. Hermione had promised she will join them there after spending some private time with her parents.
"Harry?" came Neville's soft voice. The next second, the young man had stood beside one of his best friend. "What happened? Why are you crying?"
Harry didn't even realize he's been crying before Neville told him. "I'm fine, Nev," he sniffed and wiped away the tears. He couldn't let his friends worry over him. "I guess I'm just a bit emotional. It's graduation after all. People tend to get emotional on events like this."
Neville didn't believe it in the slightest, but decided to not saying anything for the moment. "If you say so," he said reluctantly. He glanced toward the castle. "Where's Ron? What took him so long?"
"He'll be out soon," Harry said. He tried to smile. "Er – Nev? Do you mind not telling Ron that I was crying just now?"
"Of course," Neville replied with a smile. "But you better freshen up your face a bit. Ron'll suspicious if he sees the blotches on your face."
Harry chuckled a bit and casted the refreshing charms on his self. He tried to put aside his misery for later. For now he will enjoy the time with his friends.
In fact, it took another ten minutes of waiting before Ron approached them. The tall red-headed boy wore a big grin on his face.
"What took you so long?" Neville asked. "And what's with that grin? You might split your face to two if you keep like that!"
"Nothing, mate," Ron said, still grinning broadly. "Anyway, let's headed home now. Mum said she already had everything ready for our party!"
Harry laughed. "Have you ever thought about anything beside food and Quidditch?" he asked jokingly.
"Oooh, but I bet he thought about a certain curly haired brunette this last few months," Neville chirped in. "And said brunette must be the reason behind his overly wide grin."
Ron blushed furiously. The other boys laughed at him mercilessly before he finally yelled and told them to apparate away to the Burrow. In matter of second, the three boys had disappeared from Hogwarts ground, leaving the castle they considered home for the last seven years.
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The party turned out to be great. Two long tables were set outside at the de-gnomed garden, weighted with lots of delicious food Mrs. Weasly made. Almost all the Weasleys were present, even Bill and Charlie, with the exception of Percy. Bill and Chalie had taken a day off from their work to celebrate their youngest brother's graduation. Percy was still on strained relationship with his family, so he chose not to come. Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother, was also there, as well as Luna Lovegood and her father, Xenophilius. Hermione joined them almost two hours later.
All of them were enjoying the party very much. They talked and joked and shared stories about their times in Hogwarts. Harry could honestly say that he never enjoyed himself more than today. Even for only short time, he managed to tear his mind away from a blond haired Slytherin, and he was thankful for that. He didn't want to make his family worried about him if he was all gloomy thorough the party.
However, Harry didn't realize that a pair of warm brown eyes was watching him closely.
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Neville watched Harry with worries all the time. He knew Harry had lied to him back then at Hogwarts. He knew the small brunet didn't cry because of graduation sentiment. If it really only a sentiment, Harry's emerald eyes would never showed that kind of pain and hurt and betrayal. He knew something was wrong with his friend, but he won't ever forced Harry to tell him the truth. He will wait until Harry was ready to tell them. For now, he will just enjoy the party.
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Later that night, found Harry curled up inside his bedroom at Grimmauld Place. He really didn't want to come back here; not when the memories of Sirius still made his heart ache with the loss, but he didn't have any other place to go. Mrs. Weasley had asked him to stay with them at The Burrow until he found a new house, but he had refused and insisted to stay here. He wanted a place where he could be alone.
Harry couldn't help but let his mind wander to today's event, especially the one at the Great Hall. A sharp pain still stabbed him every time he remembered that event. He could felt the tears threatened to fall again at the memories.
Stop thinking about it, Potter! Harry thought angrily to himself. He took a deep breath and tried to control his feeling. He had said from the very beginning that it's just a one night thing! You're the one who's stupid, letting yourself believe there's actually a chance with him!
Harry took another deep breath. It won't do him any good if he kept drowning himself in self pity like this. He should try to forget Draco and walked forward. He has a shining bright future waits for him.
Even with thoughts like that, Harry still felt miserable. He knew he could not forget Draco easily. He even doubted himself to do that. Draco was his real first love, and like people said, first love never dies. It only made it harder to forget him because now he knew how it feels to be held in Draco's arms, how it felt to have those silver eyes he loves so much looked at him with passion and desire.
Stop it, you idiot! He thought. He wiped away the tears of misery that had fall down. Go sleep already! You have house-hunting tomorrow and you will need your energy.
Harry closed his eyes tightly and prayed that sleep will come to him soon. But it was nearly one hour later when he finally fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of a future he will never have.
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A/N: I'mSOOOOO sorry for the late update. I've been busy with all my assignment. (I hate doing assignment!!) And this chappie is shorter that the first one. To people who reviewed the last chappie, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It really made me the most happiest gurl. I hope this chappie didn't disappoint you. I'll post the next chappie when I'm done with it. Hopefully it will finish and ready to post next Saturday.
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