a/n- Hey everyone! No I didn't forget about you guys, it's the first week of college. ugh! But now I'm moved in and have a basic schedule to work around. Hope you like this chapter! Thanks for r/r-ing!! ENJOY (I command thee)
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Usual warnings this is SLASH with mature content! :D
Draco sighed for the hundredth time as Madame Pomfrey lectured them on the disadvantages of horse playing. After she magically healed their wounds she wanted them to stay to be sure they hadn't broken anything. Draco rolled his eyes knowing that she just wanted to torture them some more. This wasn't the first time either of them had been there for fighting but Harry didn't know that. Even though Harry knew Ron started the punches he was trying to figure out what had happened.
"You'd think she'd know to just heal us and move on." Draco said annoyed that he had to miss class; he wanted to show off Harry as creepy as it sounded but it made him happy to see all the envious classmates. He was sitting on Harry's bed while the dark haired boy lay back trying to think of how he could make things right.
"I can't believe he was that mad at us." He muttered. He wanted so badly to bluntly ask Draco what he did but at the same time he didn't really want to know. "I'm sure most of it was at me and I'm so sorry that you got hurt."
"Well, you did ruin his life Harry and rightly so I might add." Draco mentioned like it was no big deal. "I guess this is just the kind of thing that comes along with being your boyfriend I suppose." Draco joked lightly.
Harry knew that in a fight he could defend himself, hell he'd defeated Voldemort a couple times it shouldn't be too hard to beat Ron. His gut tightened thinking earlier about Mione, just like her Harry didn't want to Ron to suffer in any way especially because of him. That's why Harry wanted Draco to be around, he didn't want these kinds of fights and the blond's presence made people stay away. It was odd that Evil Harry was in this situation at all, what could he have done to ruin another person's life? That took skill Harry didn't have.
Draco was looking anxious as Harry pondered his predicament and shifted on the bed. Harry turned to him and smiled. "This morning at breakfast, what Nott said-?"
"It's the past." Draco said abruptly. "I don't really care how many men you've been with, I've been with a couple myself you know that. I'm over it and if you are too then I don't care." He lied a little bit; it still hurt to know who took Harry's virginity was not him.
"Very well then," Harry said satisfied, he really didn't want a mushy conversation and loved that Draco was direct and to the point. It made things easier because he didn't have to guess what he was thinking like everyone else in this place. If only he could read minds somehow.
The doors burst open as Tom, Nott and a worried Blaise came into the hospital wing. Harry gasped as he saw following behind them was Snape and Dumbledore who looked tired, like he had been taking a nap before he came.
"When I find that ginger half wit, I'm going to mangle him." Tom expressed seriously. This wasn't good; an angry could become an angry wizard. Harry started to speak tell him it was alright but Tom grabbed his face observing the damage. When his fingers touched Harry's face he froze in place, it was fine that he was a friend but any contact with the thin male still made him cringe.
"Luckily, Draco was here to protect him- oh wait no he didn't." Blaise smirked thinking that this was going to be the turning point for Harry. Whatever spell he was under had to shattered, if he saw Weasley he would have hexed him on the spot. Draco raised his eyebrow not caring what the Italian was accusing him of, he had Harry. He felt terrible that it happened but neither boy saw him approach them.
"Thomas, please step back I have to talk with Mr. Potter and Malfoy about what happened." Dumbledore looked bored about the whole situation. It hurt Harry a little bit that he wasn't his favorite anymore, not only that but he felt like he couldn't go to him like he did before. He made a promise to himself to fire call his parents tonight, remembering why he did this in the first place. He had his parents and sure a lot of people hated him but it was worth it.
Draco retold the tale, their friends and Snape were standing on the side listening intently. Tom growled after he was done explaining the situation. "I thought he couldn't get on school grounds?" Nott questioned also mad that his friends were harassed by a Gryffindor.
"Yes well, I'm sure someone helped him get past the magical gates," Snape answered in an accusatory voice that went over Harry's head. "I wasn't so sure that allowing him home study through the school was the correct action after the predicament he placed one of your students in Albus." He wasn't angry with the old man but he got his point across.
"I'll never know what that Granger girl sees in that weasel." Blaise muttered just loud enough for Harry to hear. Connecting the dots Harry realized that Snape was accusing Hermione of letting Ron into the school and they were together? He really needed to read that diary in his room. Sitting up he shook his head and told the Headmaster, "She couldn't have done it; she wouldn't break the rules just to let Ron in to beat me up. She may not like me but rules are rules to her." Snape raised his eyebrow that he'd defend the Head Girl but didn't question it because he raised a good point.
"Well either way I'll look into the situation and proceed with an applicable punishment, unless you think that he should be expelled for his stunt?" For the first time all eyes were on Harry, he knew this was a Dumbledore test for compassion so he shook his head no. "In that case I believe I have some paperwork to attend to, you are free to miss your last classes. Maybe get off the school grounds and take a walk? It's such a lovely day you know." He spoke to Harry like he didn't really care whether he took a walk or not, his eyes absent of their usual twinkle. With a nod he left the Slytherins to their business so he could return to his study for his afternoon nap.
Pushing down his feelings to run the old man for answers he sat on the edge of the bed next to Draco. Snape quietly spoke to Tom in the corner and turned his eyes to Harry.
"I tried to contact your parents but I'm afraid they were busy," Snape told him; Harry's heart skipped a beat wondering where they were. "I did however reach the only emergency contact on file and he's on his way now, so I'll just be leaving then."
Something was off about the situation but Harry couldn't quite figure it out. Who was his emergency contact and why did Snape want to run a marathon to get away before they arrived? Without any further explanations he left the room his robes billowing behind him. Tom mumbled something under his breath and excused himself as well taking Nott with him.
"Feel better mate." Nott said loudly he was dragged out of the Great Hall. Before they made it to the door however they ran into a tall shaggy haired man.
"Hello boys, how are this fine day? Thomas, good to see you again as always." Sirus beamed and looked at the floor briefly embarrassed but it went away when he saw his Godson sitting on the hospital bed. "Harry!"
The look on Harry's face was priceless, right there in front of him was Sirus! Of all the people he loved in this world this man his favorite. He didn't know how to react, at first he wanted to cry then scream but he decided a bear hug would suffice. Running toward his Godfather Harry noticed the shock on Tom and Sirus' face as he embraced him. Not thinking about it Harry pulled back and smiled up at him.
"How are you?" Sirus asked truly touched that his Godson cared so much for him. He thought that at his age he'd be over seeing him like a second father. "Heard you were in a row," he punched him lightly on the arm, "how does the other guy look?"
"Ugly," Blaise answered and sighed, "well has fun- screw it we have class so, goodbye." He walked out of the hospital wing not waiting for his friends. Tom stood a second longer like he wanted to say something about what was going on but Nott dragged him out of the room. With a wave Nott told them to enjoy their afternoon.
"Just want to pop by to make sure you were alright." Sirus explained why he was there but Harry could care less why he was in front of him. A throat was cleared behind the two men as Draco approached them shyly. "Draco! I haven't seen you since last Christmas, how are this fine afternoon? You look worse than Harry."
"I'm fine Sirus, just protecting Harry; he couldn't block a punch if his life depended on it." Draco answered noticing the awkward air around Sirus. The blond knew he was looking out for a particular person in case they showed up. Harry however continued babbling to Sirus as though nothing were out of the ordinary, well more than usual.
"Are you going to be staying longer, Draco and I were going to the Quidditch Pitch and play some one on one but you can join I'm sure." Harry was staring at the man thinking that at any second he would disappear.
"I'm afraid not Harry, I'm meeting some clients in about half an hour." He answered puzzled the boy wanted to spend time with him. "But I'll tell you what if you ever want to meet up in Hogsmeade for a butter beer just fire-call me. It's been lovely seeing both of you again and I'll be sure to tell your parents you're fine. At least it wasn't you starting the fight this time, you're really growing up." He smiled at his godson. "And it's great that the two of you are still friends even after- well I'm glad you're alright."
Harry did not want him to leave but knew he would contact him as soon as possible. He didn't care anymore that he didn't know what was going on, he had Sirus back. Everything was perfection according to Harry. Giving each boy a brief hug Sirus left the hospital wing leaving Draco and Harry alone again. Harry turned to Draco and surprised him with a harsh kiss to his lips. Draco moaned into the kiss confused as why the smaller boy was being so passionate.
"What was that for?" Draco breathed when Harry ended the kiss.
"I'm just happy," he returned vaguely, even though Ron hated him it could be fixed. He didn't want to worry about anything because he had a family. A real family that loved him, even if Evil Harry didn't appreciate it. Draco smiled at him and brought him back against his body and pecked his lips.
"I think we should go back to the dorms," Draco said with lust in his voice. Harry eyes widened, did he want to have sex with Draco again so soon? Draco saw the look and released the black haired boy. "Or not, we could go play some Quidditch." He was hurt that his boyfriend didn't want to repeat last night's performance but he didn't think too deeply about it.
"Why don't we play, then have dinner and then go back to the room?" Harry suggested hoping that after playing Quidditch they would both be too tired to do anything but cuddle. He wanted to read the dairy tonight but he needed to find some time that he could be alone. "I really want you to teach those moves." Harry tried to flirt not knowing if he was getting his point across, he wanted Draco to be happy and the look the blond was giving reminded him of a wounded puppy.
"Your wish is my command," Draco returned and sighed. He'd do anything to keep Harry. "Why don't you stay here in case Madame Poof comes back, I'll get the brooms and we'll meet up at the pitch in fifteen minutes?" Harry nodded and kissed him trying to tell him that he did care about him. He guessed the only way Evil Harry expressed his feeling was through sex and denying it meant he didn't care. Harry would now have to reassure the blond every chance he got.
As Draco walked out of the hospital wing Harry turned to sit back on his bed waiting for Madame Pomfrey to come back. He thought about how Snape started acting funny when he told Harry that Sirus was coming. He knew Snape hated Sirus and his father but was it the same for this world? What was he missing?
As he pondered a figure slowly crept into the hospital wing taking care to not make any noise. His back was to the door so he didn't see the approaching male until he tackled him from behind. For a panicked second Harry thought Ron was back to kill him or Blaise lied about going to class. So, when Harry landed on floor and rolled onto his back he was surprised to see Justin straddling him. The Hufflepuff had looked like he'd been crying for a week; his puffy red eyes were glaring down at him.
"How dare you," he whispered, "what happened to not wanting a relationship because you're too afraid of the back lash? Now, you waltz into the Great Hall with that- that Snake and just expect for what we had to go away." He sobbed. Harry was frozen in place, just how many people wanted Evil Harry? He didn't think he was that good in bed. "I'm not going to just stand by and watch the boy who showed me the light walk around on the arm of a pure blood. You know he just wants publicity!"
"Uh, I'm really sorry Justin but things happened this summer between us and now I see that he cares for me-" Harry could've shoved off the thinner boy but maybe he'd find out more about his past.
"You spend three weeks this summer with me too," he growled, "I know you were high but you weren't buggered up enough to remind me that I'd be the only one you'd ever want to be committed to. But you didn't want to go that far because you wanted to live up your youth and it was unfair of you to keep me to yourself." He spat remembering how his heart broke whenever he saw his Harry parade around with Blaise. It was tolerable since the two were just sleeping together but to hold hands in public with the blond prat was unacceptable. How many times had Harry complained about the boy and now they were an item? It didn't make any sense.
Harry hated these broken promises Evil Harry had left but if he wanted to have a healthy live for himself he knew that have to clean up the mess that wasn't his.
"It was a wonderful three weeks Justin," Harry started not knowing exactly how he was going to get out of this situation. "You are, great. But I've known Draco forever and I'm sorry that things didn't work out with us, but I know you're going to find a brilliant guy that will treat you the way you should be treated." Harry knew he had to make it about Justin because honestly, Justin did deserve better.
"That's it?" Justin retorted with an angry chuckle. "That's what you're going to say to me. That you don't deserve me? How rich." Justin leaned down quickly to kiss Harry but the boy under him turned his face. "Whatever he's doing to you, you can tell me. Is it blackmail, I can help you Harry." Justin couldn't let go of Harry, he was too addicted to him. It killed him that he barely had a month with him before he moved on to whoever else he screwed during this summer.
"We are together because I want to be." Harry tried to explain as he pushed Justin off of him.
"Fine," he growled, "I didn't want to tell you this but- I overheard him talking to Tom during that party in Spain. He was telling Tom how attractive he was and how they should be together. You really want to be with someone who can't commit to you?" Justin grabbed Harry's hand. "I'd be the perfect boyfriend for you. I would let you be with anyone you wanted as long as you took me for the ride."
It was pathetic how in love people were with Evil Harry; it turned him off now to know that people would allow him to see other people but not the other way around. He'd have to talk to Draco about Tom but so far Harry trusted the blond in his commitment. Now Harry knew why he didn't date anyone back in his time, it was all too dramatic.
"Justin, if things don't work out with Draco then we'll talk but as of now, I'm with him. Please understand that." Harry said lightly as he stood still holding Justin's hand to help him up. "I'm sorry that I such a prick to you, but I think it would be easier if you found someone else."
For a moment Harry thought it worked, maybe now Justin would get over him and he'd have one less person to worry about.
Justin raised his eyebrow and thought a second, "Not a chance in hell." Removing his hand from Harry's grasp he started turn but then grabbed Harry's shoulders and planted his lips against his. He tasted like marshmallows and pumpkin juice. An odd combination compared to Draco's mint and fire whiskey from the night before. Harry didn't return the kiss but didn't push him away either, his body liking the attention. Justin's tongue slipped out an inch and then he pulled away. After staring in his eyes for an extra second he left the hospital wing leaving Harry standing alone with half an erection.
"Why?" He whispered confused to himself. When there was no answer he decided to go to the pitch early, maybe some flying would clear his head. Merlin knew who or what else was waiting for him. It was only Monday for crying out loud.
GASP! Evil Harry is such a whore!! Who else has he been with?? What's UP with Snape and is Draco really in this for the right reasons??? TBC! Love feedback and questions!!