A/N Thanks to reviewers:
LoveNOThate: Tehe yeah, I love angst too! Glad you like it!
Foxtrot run: Thanks, your review was really good feedback, loved it.
Murgy31: Thanks, I'm glad you feel sorry for both of them, most people are hating Harry right now!
Rurur: YAY!! Well, not yay that you were almost crying, but yay that I can create such emotion tehe!
DanuMarie: GAH!! I'm so excited to find out what the surprise is!! I can't wait tehe!! And speaking of cookies, I made some yesterday, here, try one… (They're the best cookies in the WORLD)
Nalani Ashmore: Thanks for the rating (I think that's what it was!) Aww, thank you for crying, it means you liked it!
LunaParvulus: Weeell, it's Draco's own fault really if you think about it isn't it! But yes, bless him a lot lol!
.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Tehe, I'm glad you liked the song. I thought it went well too. I was listening to it when I first started the fic and was like omgomgomg I HAVE to put that in my fic somewhere hehe! Hmm, I hate Ginny too, the way she just doesn't seem to care!! Gets on my nerves!!
Waterbender2892: Hehe thanks, I'm glad you like it so much! Hope the update is quick enough!
KJ Cook: Thanks for the feedback about the songfic, I'm really not confident with them but I HAD to do it for that song and this fic!!
narutoclaymorelove4eva: Yes, I admit in my last story, Harry was a bit of a ahem dick head… But in this story you've got to admit he has a right to be angry, he's done nothing wrong and did nothing to deserve all the lies that came from Draco…. Right? But still, thanks for the review hehe!
Dress up romance xx: Hehe, I'm sorry about all the cliff-hangers, but they're so addictive!!
SlashFan69: Meh… It's not Harry who you should be angry at!! I agree that you shouldn't be angry at Draco either but lets be mad at Pansy and Ginny instead, yes??
StarDreamer1269: Awww bless you for crying, I'm sorry I upset you, but thanks for reading nonetheless hehe!!
It Just Did (Part 2)
Harry sat in his own bedroom, in his own house, two weeks later, thinking about his life. How had it come to this? How had it gotten so bad that the only time Harry was 'allowed' to lie on his own bed was when Ginny was not there? When had things changed so much that he was no longer head of the auror department at the ministry? And why, why on earth had he let things get so bad that he was still not proper friends with Ron and Hermione again?
The answer to the last question was quite simple, really: Harry was too stubborn. If he wasn't stubborn then he would have forgiven them both as soon as he had woken up and gotten all his memories into place. But no, he would not forgive her when she used her excuse that 'it was Draco's place to tell him'.
Harry let out a harsh laugh to the silent room. 'Draco's place to tell him'. Why would Draco be naïve enough to tell Harry that he was a Death Eater in the past, and that he made Harry's life hell and tried to kill Albus Dumbledore? More to the point, why was Hermione to naïve as to think that Draco would tell him?
But it didn't matter now. Harry told himself every day when he was alone like this that they must just take it one step at a time, and everything would turn out alright. But that was how he had lived his life for he whole seven years at Hogwarts – and out of Hogwarts, he should say. If he really faced up to it, Harry would admit that he was a coward, and would never make the first move to an apology.
Stubborn.
Coward.
That's what he was.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang in the hall outside his room, but he did not jump. He merely lifted his head from its lowered position, where his hand covered his mouth, curled up into a fist.
It was unusual for someone to be at the door at this hour; most people were at work. Where Harry was supposed to be…
Slowly – hoping the person would leave after a while – Harry stood up and walked down the stairs to answer it. He was tentative, slightly worried that it would be a reporter – perhaps Rita Skeeter – coming to get more 'dirt' out of him about his 'affair' with Draco Malfoy.
When Harry finally opened the door, however, he saw that it was not Skeeter, nor an angry mob waiting to attack him (he didn't know why he thought that), but a tall, blonde-headed man wearing black travelling robes and a jumper with sleeves that covered the entire arm.
Draco looked at him, and Harry couldn't define the expression on his face for a moment, until it seemed to crack into one of some sort of sorrow.
"Afternoon, Harry," He said quietly, his eyes not looking away from Harry's.
For a moment, Harry was scared that his eyes had been sucked into Draco's cloudy grey ones, but he blinked and looked away.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, trying not to look at him.
"They – They won't let me go back to work until, well… I don't know when… So I was…" Draco stuttered but Harry cut him off with a shout.
"So you thought you'd come round here for a bit of comfort?!" He spat.
Draco exhaled and said quickly, "I'm lonely, Harry; I'm sure you are too!"
"And you really think having you for company is something I want right now?" Harry snapped back. "You have almost ruined my entire life, I don't want you to make it any worse! I can't be seen with you!"
To Harry's surprise, Draco smirked, "But you don't mine me talking to you?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "What?" He said, and then shouted again, "I can't be seen with you!"
"Then let me in, and no one will see; rather than shouting at me on your doorstep," Draco said slyly, and slid past Harry and into the hall of his house.
Harry turned after him and gawped, but for some reason, his arm closed the door for him anyway.
"You can't just come in here…" Harry started.
"You let me in, Harry," Draco cut in, "You didn't stop me."
Harry's jaw fell open again, but he recovered enough to say, "Well, I can throw you out; this is my house!"
Draco looked at him for a minute. "How lonely are you, Harry, really?"
Harry cocked his head to the side in confusion, and could think of nothing to say, but Draco spoke for him. "We're both lonely, neither of us have anyone. Let's just sit and… I'll leave before they get home…"
"Sit and what?" Harry asked, "Be friends? That's how it started last time, Draco, don't think that I can't remember. We were both alone then, too. And you…" Harry shook his head, "You can't trick me this time."
"Trick you?" Draco repeated, his eyes suddenly flaring. "Me, trick you? As if it was me who started the whole situation!"
"It was!" Harry shouted disbelievingly, "You talked to me for the whole time when no one else would, just because you wanted me to…" He couldn't bring himself to finish, but Draco shout back soon after.
"I was there for you because I was your Healer!" He said, "You were the one who started hitting on me!"
Harry let out a snort which meant he didn't agree, and Draco went on, "Harry, it was your Boggart that turned into me dead, what does that tell you?"
"You were my friend, Draco, nothing more!"
"And friends really lure each other into bed don't they?" Draco retorted.
"I didn't lure you into bed!" Harry shouted, beginning to feel slightly sick talking about it.
Draco paused and then said calmly, "It was all you, Harry. I don't care if you won't own up to it, because you're evidently not going to 'forgive' me even if you do."
There was then an awkward silence that seemed to last forever. The two men stood next to the stairs in the hall for minutes on end, not looking at each other, but moving uncomfortably on their feet. Harry soon felt himself calm down and, much to his distaste, admit to himself that perhaps it was him who had instigated the affair. A sudden burst of images relapsed in his brain, images of him kissing Draco, pushing him against a pillar of Draco's bed, pushing his back down onto the bed and holding his arms high above his head. He remembered watching Draco squirm countless times and call out Harry's name… He had called out his name more passionately and emotionally then anyone ever had before…
Harry blinked at looked up to see Draco now sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, his head tilted back against it, his eyes closed in a painful sort of way.
Harry looked at him for a moment and then sat on the bottom stair of the case, unhappy that his heart was thumping viciously into his chest at the memory of Draco speaking his name the way he had done.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Harry suddenly choked out, shocked to hear that his voice was wavering.
Draco jerked his head up and looked at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I – I was scared…"
"Scared?" Harry repeated bitterly.
Draco nodded, "I didn't want you to be angry and leave me… Even before the sex and everything, you were my only friend…"
Harry jumped to hear a word so violent as 'sex' to come from Draco, but he supposed that's what it was really…
"And then we…" Draco continued, "And then I couldn't tell you… You stopped seeming to care about why I didn't want you telling your friends, and it didn't seem to matter anymore… But I went to tell you the night you fell down the stairs… I…"
"Only because I saw your bloody mark!" Harry yelled suddenly. He had been so sucked in by Draco's previous words, and he had almost felt sorry for him, but the memory of seeing the Dark Mark on his arm and not quite remembering what it was made all the anger rush back up, and he stood holding his wand, letting red sparks fly past Draco and into the kitchen, smashing a glass.
Draco jumped and his eyes opened wider. "Harry!" He said loudly, jumping to his feet.
"You took advantage of me, Draco!" Harry shouted, ignoring him. "You used me!"
"No!" Draco tried, but Harry barely heard him.
"You used the fact that I couldn't remember anything! That I couldn't remember what that hideous thing on your arm is!" Harry shot another curse, not meaning to, not being able to control his magic having not used it for so long.
It missed Draco by inches, who pleaded, "I'm sorry!"
"But you're not!" Harry fired back, "Why couldn't you just tell me? You didn't know how I'd react and yet you chose not to! You think you're changed into a good person since the war ended, Draco, but you haven't! You chose to lie to me for months!"
"Harry…"
And then, from no where, tears fell from Harry's eyes. They streamed down his face as he yelled in hysterics, "Why were you such a git in school? Why did you have to do what you did? Things could be so different now if you'd only told the truth and been a good person…"
Harry was surprised to hear the words come from his own lips, he wasn't quite sure what they meant. Was he trying to say that if Draco had been different, they could be together now? And perhaps, happy?
"It's not my fault, Harry!" Draco shouted, "It's our influences in life that make us who we are! My farther made me work for the Dark Lord and you made me gay!"
Harry looked at him. He swore if it were possible, he'd have steam blowing from his ears. But he didn't get a chance to shout back, as Draco carried on.
"Yes, Harry, gay! You did that to me! But we didn't ask for any of this to happen, it just did!"
Draco watched him expectantly after he had finished. Harry had stopped crying, but his face was still wet. He considered Draco's last words carefully. 'It just did'. He recognised that phrase from somewhere, but he couldn't quite pick it out of his memory. And then, he thought about what Draco said. Harry had turned him gay. When Harry himself was not even gay. He wanted Ginny back with all his heart, but there was still a thumping in his chest that told him otherwise.
"Harry…" Draco said.
Harry looked him in the eyes then, only just realising how close to Draco he actually was standing. His eyes then travelled down to Draco's left forearm and back up, and he whispered, "I hate you…"
At first, it looked as though Draco might crumble away or faint, but then he seemed to gather himself up and, much to Harry's shock, he smirked. Harry concealed a gasp when he felt butterflies in his stomach at the sight of it.
"You don't hate me, Harry," Draco whispered, stepping closer, "And I don't think you really ever have…"
And then all Harry could see was darkness as his eyes closed within half a second of Draco's lips touching his. He was completely stunned of what to do; his thoughts would not process properly in his head, and all he could feel was his heart rate speeding up rapidly against his chest, and his cock tighten as soon as Draco opened his mouth to let Harry's tongue slide in. They then started to move. It seemed slow to Harry, but when his back hit the wall he realised they must have been walking quite quickly. He subconsciously dropped his wand on the floor before slipping his hands beneath Draco's shirt and sliding them up his chest.
Everything was still happening so quickly that Harry's brain had not registered exactly what was happening. But before he knew it, he could feel a cloak on the floor as he moved his foot and stepped on it. And then his arms were lifting up Draco's shirt quickly to pull it over his head, and Draco's hands were doing the same, but much faster, and Harry heard a rip as his whole body was pulled… And he opened his eyes for just a moment to take Draco's top off… And then it all fell into place.
This was Draco he was kissing; Draco he was stripping. He couldn't do this… Not again… He wouldn't let himself…
Draco's lips hit his again with force enough to push Harry's head back, but this time, he stayed with his senses. And suddenly, a strange feeling bubbled up inside of him, he felt hot and then… exploded.
He let out a cross between a scream and shout of 'No' as his arms flung themselves downwards by his side. He saw a flash of bright white light and felt a gush of air blow past him, and suddenly Draco was not there anymore…
"STOP IT!" He shouted at the top of his voice, and saw Draco sprawled on the floor at least five metres away from him.
Draco breathed heavily and tried to pick himself up as he said faintly, "Harry…"
"You can't manipulate me like that!" Harry shouted again. "I'm not gay! I don't love you!"
Draco's expression blanked, but then a tiny trace of a sneer appeared, "I never said you did…"
Harry stared at him, shaking from anger and exhaustion from using magic without his wand. "Get out," He whispered.
Thankfully, this seemed to be one time that Draco didn't need to be told twice. He stood up with obvious difficulty and limped over to retrieve his cloak and shirt that had been carelessly dropped to the floor. Less than ten seconds later, after one last stare into Harry's eyes, he had left the house, and Harry had no less than collapsed to the floor.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and put his top back on before cursing when noticing that his cock was still extremely hard. He rolled his eyes and lifted himself up to go back up to his room, where he planned to stay and not think about this again. He only hoped that no one had heard the shouting or seen Draco enter and leave the house – not to mention leaving it topless.
Harry shuddered. The thought of Draco topless excited him far too much, so he pulled out an old school book from the cupboard in his room and read until he fell asleep, where his thoughts were no longer of Draco, but of 'Intermediate Transfiguration', and particularly, Ron's old rat, Scabbers, being turned into some sort of hairy goblet…
A/N Sorry for the lack of proof-reading in this chapter, but I have to go out now and I have already waited 24 hours to put it up!! So I apologise, please forgive me and the next chapter will be much better!!