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Chapter 10: Another Attack, and a Truce

Harry's head was swimming. The truth came out. Draco couldn't trust him anymore, let alone forgive him for what he did. Harry muttered the password to the concerned looking Fat Lady and tripped into the common room to find it surprisingly empty. He flopped down on the couch in front of the fire and let every emotion he had been feeling for the past few minutes escape.

Harry was alone, and it was eating away at him slowly and painfully.

Just then, Hermione and Ron strolled in through the portrait pleasantly. Their smiles faded as their eyes rested on their best friend and they scrambled over to his side.

"Harry, what happened?" Harry could only shake his head and cry harder. Hermione wrapped an arm around him reassuringly. She already figured out what must have happened. Ron however, was still very much in the dark.

"Mate, you gotta tell us what's wrong. This can't be good for you. You'll flood the corridors!" he added with a nervous laugh at the end, only to receive a glare from Hermione.

"Alright, Harry. We'll leave you be. Please come and talk to us when you're ready, okay? And just give Draco time. He'll come around." With a final wink from Hermione and a confused look from Ron, Harry was left alone with his thoughts again.

He needed more of an explanation. He wasn't going to let Draco off the hook that easily. He hastily wiped his eyes and sprang up from the couch, grabbed his map and hopped out of the portrait again. Determination now overtook his sadness.


Draco had checked the Great Hall, the library, and Hagrid's hut. There was only one place that he thought Harry could possibly be. He was in his common room. Draco's mind raced back to remember the Gryffindor's face when Draco had so evilly broken the relationship off, sending the boy out of his life. Just thinking of Harry being heartbroken was killing Draco. He never wanted to hurt anyone. With each second he felt more and more like his father.

'You're scum, Draco Malfoy.' He thought as he turned on his heels to retreat to the Slytherin common room. His plans were cut short, however, when some arms snaked around his hips from behind and warm kisses were placed behind his ears.

Draco was confused. Had he dreamt the break-up? Why was Harry being so friendly? Either way, he was happy that he could skip a step and turned around to come face to face with… not Harry.

"Hands off, Flint." He tried to sound as menacing as he could. It was working. Marcus flinched slightly, but his stony expression quickly hid his slip. He slowly, but forcefully pressed Draco against the stone wall.

"Ouch. I just figured you'd want some practice, Malfoy. What, with Voldy not around and the fact that you just broke the Golden Boy's heart and all-"

"Where did you hear that?" Draco asked, still trying to put up a front. He was still growing more scared by the minute. He couldn't deny the fact that Flint was definitely favored in a physical altercation with the small blonde.

"I saw Potter sprinting towards his common room not to long ago. Poor boy, he looked devastated. I knew you'd let him go eventually. Not good enough in bed for the famous Draco Malfoy?" Flint's lips came dangerously close to Draco's ear as he whispered these last words, each word dripping with more lust than the last. "Give me a shot, Dragon." Draco visibly shivered and Flint laughed. "Your father told me that name would break you." With this, the much larger boy grabbed both of Draco's arms and held them over Draco's head. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and aimed it at Draco's chest. "Stupefy." Draco fell unconsciously into Flint's waiting arms. "Mobili-corpus." Marcus made his way back to the dungeons of the school with the cursed Malfoy dragging behind him due to the movement charm.


Harry scanned the Marauder's Map for Draco. His stomach dropped like a rock when he saw where he was.

Draco Malfoy was in a corridor with Marcus Flint, following him to the Slytherin common room. Harry's heart nearly exploded. "Well, doesn't he move on fast? And to the guy I saved him from. Stupid whore. Mischief managed." He muttered sadly. He slowly placed his wand in his pocket and turned towards the Great Hall to find his friends.

Just as he sat down, Blaise and Pansy rushed in.

"Harry. Harry! Have you seen Draco?" Blaise asked breathlessly.

"Why?" Harry asked nonchalantly. Didn't they know that Draco and Harry weren't together anymore?

"We got this cryptic answer from Nott when we asked him. He told us he was having some fun. We figured if he wasn't with you, that was a bad sign."

"Well he's not with me." Harry snapped. "Go ask Flint. I'm pretty sure that's who he's having his fun with." With this, eight eyes came to rest on Harry disbelievingly.

"Harry, Draco would never go off with Flint. They hate each other. You know that. For Merlin's sake, you saved his life from that rat." Pansy said, clearly irritated.

"Maybe they kissed and made up, Pansy. Check the common room. I'm sure they're there, having a grand old time." Blaise stood up angrily.

"Did you have something to do with this, Potter? Did you set this up?" Harry was taken aback.

"Set what up?"

"You don't get it? Harry, whatever fun is being had, it's one-sided, and you know that. How could you let this happen? Oh gods, Draco…" Blaise looked like he was on the verge of tears as he and Pansy raced from the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Harry in their wake.

The duo sprinted their way towards the portrait, shouted the password and stumbled in. Immediately, they made their way towards the boys' dormitory to find that it was locked.

"Alohamora!" Pansy shouted and the door swung open. "Stupid Flint." She muttered. "A first-year could break that-" but her sentence was cut off as Blaise flung himself away from her in the direction of an unconscious, half naked Draco on his bed. He shook Draco, hoping that he would stir.

"Dray. Draco. Draco! Wake up. Please wake up." Tears prickled Blaise's eyes as he got more irritated, shaking his best friend more vigorously. He suddenly stopped and buried his face in the blonde's bare chest… just more proof that they had been too late.

"Blaise, baby, stop it." Pansy placed a hand on Blaise's shoulder. "Ennervate." Draco woke up in Blaise's arms, confused.

"Wha-" he started, but then remembered. "Oh, God…" he started and sat up abruptly.

"Draco, what happened?" Pansy asked, sitting on the side of Draco and rubbing his bare back, trying to subdue his shivers.

"I don't… quite know." He started, and then put his face in his hands. "I was looking for Harry. I had made a mistake… I had to apologize… when I felt someone come up and hold me from behind. It wasn't Harry. It was Flint. He made it sound like my father sent him to… well… he hexed me and brought me here. I think we all know what happened next."

"Harry knew you were with Flint." Draco looked at them in disbelief.

"He what?" his voice cracked as he choked on his tears. Pansy pulled him towards her.

"We asked where you were. He told us you were off with Flint." Blaise said, angrily.

"Why would he- Why wouldn't he help me?" Draco had never felt so unwanted in his entire life.

"I think we should go ask Potter."

"It's my fault. I… I hurt Harry earlier… he must just be angry."

"Angry enough to know you're being hurt and not want to help you? Dray, face it, the guy must be heartless."

Draco got up from the bed, took his shirt off the chair and quickly buttoned it. Without casting a second glance at his two friends, he went in search of Harry. This time it wasn't to make up. This time it was to find some answers.

It didn't take long to spot Potter. He was walking lazily out of the Great Hall with the other two members of his Golden Trio. Without hesitation, Draco strode over to them.

"Potter, can I see you… alone?" Harry flinched at the use of his last name, but angrily followed Draco anyway.

"How could you do that to me?" Draco asked, trying to mask his emotions, but found himself failing for one of the first times in his life.

"Here's a better question. How could you move on so quickly? And to Marcus Flint of all people?!" Draco nearly choked.

"Moving on?!" Draco asked, outraged. "You call being blindsided, hexed and raped by one of my father's cronies MOVING ON?" He pushed Harry forcefully into a wall. The fury was more that Harry could process. He was too focused on Draco's last words. "I was looking for you. I was coming to tell you that I had made a mistake… that I just wanted to figure some things out and that I hadn't realized how much I needed you." His voice cracked continuously as he stepped away from Harry.

"I thought you two were…"

"Do you know me at all?" Draco asked sadly.

"I was just so overwhelmed… when I saw that you were with him on my map…"

"Oh. The map." Draco turned away. "I thought… I thought you watched him drag me away."

"No!" Harry interjected. "Oh, Dray. I would never. I would never let you get hurt, no matter how upset I was. I had no idea Draco… I had no idea." Harry slid down the wall and cried. "I was coming to find you too. I needed an explanation. When I saw that you were following Flint back to your room… my heart broke. I didn't even think of a rational explanation. I'm so sorry Draco. I could have helped. I could have stopped him." By now, Draco was next to Harry, wrapping his arms around him and comforting him the way that Harry had for the past few weeks.

"Maybe he didn't do anything to me." Draco reasoned. Harry looked at him in disbelief. Draco shrugged in response. "Maybe he just wanted to intimidate me. Maybe he just hexed me and took my shirt off. Maybe he just left after that for someone to find me." With that, he got up and offered his hand to Harry to help him do the same. "Truce?" he asked.

"Well, I was hoping for more than a truce." Harry said sadly as he took the outstretched hand. Draco smiled and pulled Harry into him, getting lost in his scent as he explored the mouth that was so well-known to him by now. Harry pulled away.

"I need you, Dray."