Okay, so I tried to write this first scene without being completely smutty and distasteful. Let me know if I did okay. I didn't want it to become disgusting or anything.

Chapter 16: The Truth, But Not the True Truth, Just the Fake Truth

Taking one last look around, Harry sat up to remove his own restricting shirt. He felt that the ratio of clothing on Draco to the clothing on himself was a bit unfair. Throwing the shirt carelessly to the side, he watched as Draco sat up shakily and moved to unbutton Harry's pants.

"No, Draco." Draco looked up, startled. Harry cupped his cheek lovingly as he tried to hold back his tears of realization. Draco had no idea how to enjoy this. He was used to pleasing, not being pleased. "Lay back, love." Draco slowly did so, a look of confusion still plastered on his face. "This is all about you."

Draco lay back and felt the wet warmth engulf his erection and almost exploded right then and there. He moaned as Harry took his full length in his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth over the head. Draco had never experienced enjoyment out of anything sexual. Up until now, the thought of anything like this scared him to death, and he supposed it was with good reason. Still, he felt the need to give back to Harry.

"Y-You can… go inside me… if you want…"

Harry, looked up, abandoned his work near Draco's groin and kissed the blond softly and reassuringly. Draco closed his eyes tightly and shivered, ready for the pain of having Harry tear through him. Anything to make him happy. Anything to return the favor.

"No, Draco. Like I said before, this is all about you. I'll take care of myself later."

"Or I can. I'm pretty gifted with my mouth, you know." He tried to sound light-hearted and witty, but his voice cracked and his body shook, and sadness washed over Harry's features for a moment.

"Maybe another time." And with that, Harry began finishing his work.

They lay there afterwards for what seemed like only a few minutes, but the sun had begun to set already. They were entangled as if they were one person, now only half-naked with trousers on but chests bare. Draco had fallen asleep, and all Harry could do was watch the blond's chest rise and fall and listen to the beating of his heart. Occasionally, he would plant tiny kisses on his lover's temples. When he did so, the smaller boy would smile softly, and Harry would feel like melting. Draco shifted his weight in Harry's arms and let out a soft, content sigh. This is when Harry couldn't hold it in any longer. He let the tears fall.

"You're perfect, Draco. I wish everyone would let you see that."

With that, Draco stirred. Letting his eyes adjust to the red-orange light of the sunset, and looked up at Harry. His small smile turned into a frown of concern when he saw his boyfriend's tear-stained face.

"Harry, what's wrong? I'm sorry I didn't give you all that you gave me. You didn't let me! Please, let me try again…" but he was interrupted with a furious kiss.

"Never think that you didn't make me happy ever again. Do you hear me?" Realizing that he was frightening the other boy, he pulled him into an embrace and softened his tone. "It was perfect. That's why I am crying."

Draco stared at him with a look of disbelief. "Why wouldn't you let me please you?"

"Why won't you just settle for being pleased?" Harry was getting angry again. "Why can't you grasp the fact that being with you at all is worth more than anything you can do for me sexually? It's not always about being someone's whore you know!"

Harry knew immediately that that had come out wrong. Draco's eyes turned from silver to a stony grey. Gathering his shirt, he swiftly stood up and seemed to glide away in his anger. He stopped, turned around with tears in his eyes, and said, "I guess once a whore, always a whore. Right, Potter?" He spit the name out like venom and turned on his heel to continue.

All Harry could do was watch as tears of guilt, regret and sympathy found their way down his cheeks.


"Hey! Where have you been, slick? Off thanking your hero for the past two hours?" Blaise caught up with Draco and nudged him in the ribs.

"Piss off, Zabini."

"He's THAT bad, eh?"

"FUCK OFF."

Now everyone in the corridor had turned to look at the two boys. Blaise stood with his mouth gaping open in surprise. Draco was turning red and clenching his fists. Becoming concerned for his best friend more than anything, Blaise took the shaking boy by the elbow and led him to an empty classroom.

"Sit." He instructed the blond who now had tears flowing freely from his eyes. "Talk. Are you alright? What happened? Oh Merlin… did Potter hurt you?" Blaise got down on his knees in front of Draco and pulled the blond's hands away from his eyes. He traced the love bites on Draco's neck and collar bone. Staring into each other's eyes, the boys were silent. Draco was trying to compose his thoughts. Blaise was praying that Harry hadn't hurt Draco.

"Can someone ever stop being a whore?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, if a whore allows themselves to enjoy something and well… you know… not give much back in return, they're not pleasing the other person and the other person gets angry. On the other hand… if a whore tries to please the other… they're… well… they're a whore. Does that make sense?"

"Not at all."

"Let me try again… if a whore…"

"Draco, stop. It made sense but there was no logic behind it at all. Where did that come from?" Realization hit Blaise at that moment like a pile of bricks. "Draco Malfoy, you are NOT a whore. Do you hear me? Anyone who tells you you're a whore is a fucking idiot and I'll kill them." He got up from his knees and hugged his best friend as if the blond was too precious to be let go of.

"Don't kill Harry…"

Blaise backed away from his friend so fast that Draco almost fell backwards. "Harry… Potter…"

They stared at each other, one with fear in his eyes, and the other with anger and determination.

"He's going to get an ear full."

"Don't. He'll know I told you."

"I don't give a fuck if he knows that you told me! That's verbal abuse Draco! You're the last person who deserves that!" Now he was shaking Draco by the shoulders and the blond let out a small sob. Blaise let one out almost in unison and embraced his best friend again. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Nobody hurts my best friend." With that, Blaise took off swiftly from the room, leaving Draco feeling more alone and upset than before.

"Hey! Potter!" Blaise ran to catch up to the trio the next morning. "Can I talk to you?" Hermione and Ron looked confused. "Alone?" Harry obviously knew that something was wrong, but he didn't look scared. Blaise thought he was an idiot for that. As they walked away from the crowds, Blaise noticed that Harry looked absolutely awful.

"What's up? Is something wrong with Draco?"

"How dare you ask as if you don't know?" Blaise asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"Oh. Listen. It's not what it sounds like…"

"You called him a bloody WHORE! You broke him all over again. You slept with him and you weren't satisfied, so you felt the need to BREAK him all over again!"

"I WAS satisfied! I was MORE than satisfied! Blaise I love him to DEATH! It breaks my heart to see that he can't just sit back and enjoy it! You wouldn't know, Blaise, but Draco has issues with allowing someone to make love to him, and not simply fuck him and leave him there."

"Sounds like you didn't help him to figure out which is which!"

"I DIDN'T CALL HIM A WHORE!" People were starting to turn and stare at the two, just as they had yesterday when Draco had blown up at Blaise. "Or would you rather I give you a play-by-play of what happened?!"

"…no, thank you." Blaise turned away, dejected. "Harry, you don't understand. It kills me to see Draco this way."

"You think that it doesn't kill me?"

"You don't really know him any other way, though, do you? Well, besides that asshole act he used to put on. I knew him from when we were little. It's extremely scary to see the light slowly leave your best friend's eyes and feel like its your responsibility to find a way to bring it back… for both of your sakes. You don't remember him the way that I do. You never played in his backyard for hours and hours, you never watched the way his eyes turned every shade of blue when he was really enjoying himself. That doesn't happen anymore. My Draco's dead, Harry. You're slowly losing yours. Take it from someone who's lost him. It will eat you up inside. I see it already has." Blaise wiped the newly formed tears from his eyes. "Please, go talk to him. You can save him. You can bring him back. Maybe if you succeed, I can work on getting my Draco back, too."

Harry watched Blaise walk away with disbelief. He had no idea that he was feeling that way. He had no idea that it had gone so far and that it was killing Blaise. If it was killing Blaise, it was probably taking its toll on Pansy, too.

Harry had to find Draco. For his, Pansy's, and Blaise's sakes. Mostly, though, he had to do this for Draco.


I thought this was a decent-sized chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. It was a tough one for me. I thought Blaise's last speech was pretty upsetting and it was kind of emotional to write, as pathetic as that may sound. I guess I'm getting too attached to my OOC Draco. ((Tear))

Review please!