Warnings:sexual assult, language, and I do believe that's all that you need to be warned of...
Disclaimer: I don't own the magical world of Harry Potter, JK Rowling does...
jumping up and down excitedly I'm very hyper at the moment, as I am finally able to give you all what you've been waiting for!...I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Fourteen: Mistakes of the Dangerous Kind
It had been almost three months since the morning that Draco had announced that he and Marcus were an official couple. It had been almost two and a half months since Harry did the same, announcing that he and Charlie were now a couple. Pansy had nearly hit both Draco and Harry over the head with her tome.
She hadn't though, instead, she congratulated Harry. Draco had been less gracious, but her death glare had stopped him from saying anything. Luckily, Harry hadn't noticed.
Now, though, Pansy wasn't so sure that Harry wouldn't notice Draco's attitude. Because this was something even Pansy didn't like.
"Hey Pansy, Draco!" Harry called from the living room. Pansy walked out of the kitchen carrying a cup of tea, while Draco strolled out of the bedroom in nothing but a white towel and sporting a VERY wet body.
"What is it Harry?" Pansy asked curiously, wondering what was causing Harry's excitement. Draco merely raised an eyebrow, trying his hardest not to blush at Harry's searching eyes.
"Well, you guys get your apartment back." Harry replied, suddenly seeming very unsure and anxious.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, his voice carrying a hint of jealousy and worry.
"Well . . . . Charlie has asked me to move in with him," Harry said quietly. Draco's tone had completely destroyed any hope Harry had had of moving in with Charlie willingly. A small part of him really wanted to, but the rest of him couldn't stand the thought of leaving Draco. Even if Draco was dating Marcus.
"Oh, well . . . I-I see. Are, does that me you're going to then?" Draco asked in a sad voice. Harry looked at the floor, hating himself for making Draco sad.
"I . . . I don't know. I haven't answered him yet. I figured I'd talk to you two about it before I said yes or no."
Pansy noticed Harry's face sadden. She glared at Draco and smacked his shoulder. Harry looked up at Draco's noise of indignation and stared at the two of them. Pansy smiled warmly at him, hiding her anger at Draco.
"Harry, you don't have to ask us whether or not you want to move in with Charlie," Pansy said, hitting Draco when he opened his mouth to say something. "That is totally up to you."
"I….well…um…Charlie…he…well, he also asked me to…." Harry started nervously. He stopped abruptly when he noticed the brief emotion on Draco's face. He couldn't decipher it, but it made him stop none the less.
"OH! Harry, that's so……so wonderful!" Draco said, composing himself. He hoped Harry hadn't caught his expression, but he had an ominous feeling that he had.
"T-thank you Drag-..Draco." Harry replied, stopping himself from calling Draco Dragon, feeling that it would no longer be appropriate. Draco smiled tightly, hating the feeling of having his heart wrenched out. But, he knew Pansy was right. It was his own fault, for accepting Marcus' date three months ago.
Pansy sighed and walked over to the end table next to the couch. She picked up a letter addressed to all of them and read over it. She grinned a little and formulated a thought in her head.
"Hey, Harry, Draco!"
"What?" Draco asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice from shaking even the slightest bit.
"Hermione invited us to her place for dinner tonight. Why don't we go there? It'll keep our minds occupied." Pansy replied. She knew Harry needed this, as well as Draco. She hoped that spending time with Harry away from the apartment, where Harry was becoming scarce and Marcus was becoming present. They nodded their agreement and ten minutes later found themselves in Hermione's living room.
"Harry, Draco!" Hermione said, throwing her arms their necks. They hugged her back awkwardly. The last time they had seen her, she'd only been four months pregnant, and she was seven months.
"How are you?" Draco asked her, looking her over with a critical eye. He and Harry had both been so worried about her these past few months. Especially because of the pregnancy.
"I'm fine, twat, why wouldn't I be? And before you ask, the babies are both fine and healthy. I actually just had a check up with my doctor the other day."
Harry smiled, forcing the guilt away from his expression and eyes. He still cursed himself daily for Hermione's suffering. It WAS his fault that Ron was killed, at least that's what he told himself. Harry was shocked out of his thoughts when he felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders. He looked up and was met with silver eyes.
"Raven, don't even think about it. Ron Weasley's death was NOT your fault." Draco said in soothing tones that also held a strength that forced Harry to believe him. Neither one of them noticed the look that was shared between Pansy and Hermione.
"Sorry, I didn't…I…sorry," Harry said softly. Draco smiled warmly at him and shook his head.
"Don't be, you've no reason to be." Draco turned to Hermione. "So, what're we having?"
"Oh! Well, I wasn't sure what anyone would want. So, what would you all like for dinner?"
"I wouldn't mind having sushi." Pansy said at once. Draco stared at her in disgust.
"Come on Pansy! Raw fish? That's absolutely disgusting!"
"I have to agree with Draco on that one, what about you Hermione?" Harry asked, smiling slightly. Hermione just shook her head.
"I've had it before, but I didn't much care for it. I can make it thought. OH! I know, why don't we have Japanese? I know some recipes for some really good dishes!" Hermione finished excitedly. The other three nodded in agreement. Hermione went off into the kitchen, Pansy following her to gossip while Hermione cooked.
"So…" Draco started, unsure of what to say to Harry. He felt that he and Harry didn't really know each other anymore, and he knew this was his fault too.
"Wow…I…Draco…I…what happened to us? We've been good friends since the end of the War. And now, we just…I don't know…" Harry said, speaking out loud what Draco was thinking. Draco nodded, sighing sadly.
"I know what you mean. I guess….I guess it happened when we started dating….You know, you've been spending so much time with the Dragon Tamer and me with Marcus…we haven't really had the time to sit down and have a decent conversation." Draco half-whispered. Harry nodded in agreement, staring at the floor sadly. Draco thought about all the things he could say, but nothing really came to mind.
"So, how are you and Marcus doing?" Harry asked, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them. Draco just shrugged, unsure of how to really reply to that.
"Okay, I guess….how about you and Charlie?" Draco inquired. Harry smiled slightly shrugging.
"Honestly, better than I had thought. I don't want to sound vain or anything, but I've known that he's liked me for so long, and until recently I hadn't really seen him as more than an older brother."
"That's…good. I just hope for both your sakes that you're not just transferring the need to be loved to him, thinking that you have feelings for him when you still think of him as an older brother." Draco said softly. Harry looked at him, giving him a curious look. Draco understood the unspoken question.
"There was a case of a witch who was raped and beaten by a muggle. I was actually her doctor; but anyway, one of her good friends took her in because she was too afraid to go back to her apartment. They wound up dating for almost a year before she realized that she didn't love him the way he loved her. It was very depressing really, in the end they ended the relationship, obviously, but they were never as close as they had been" Draco explained. Harry made an 'Oh' in understanding.
"Thanks for your concern Draco, I appreciate it." Harry said, smiling slightly at Draco. Draco returned his smile just as Pansy and Hermione came back in with the food.
"Everyone to the table!" Hermione said as she set the dishes down on the table. Draco and Harry sat side by side with Hermione and Pansy across from them. They ate dinner, talking animatedly. Afterwards, they all sat around the fire place sipping fire whiskey, in Hermione's case apple juice, and talked about nothing in particular. Around midnight Hermione shooed them home so she could get some rest.
Draco sat on the couch in his living room, Marcus was over and Pansy was out. He thought about the dinner he'd had with Harry, Hermione, and Pansy last night; how much fun they'd all had. He thought about the conversation he and Harry had had while Pansy gossiped with Hermione over cooking. He knew it was time, but he didn't want to do it. He wasn't very good at breakups.
"Draco, Hun, what's wrong? You're spacing out on me here," Marcus asked. Draco looked to his right where Marcus sat, too close in Draco's opinion. 'Wait, this wouldn't seem uncomfortable to him. He doesn't realize that I'm going to break up with him tonight.' Draco thought to himself. Marcus startled him out of his thoughts in what Draco believed to be the worst way possible.
Marcus straddled Draco's lap, bestowing feather kisses on Draco's face and neck. Draco tried to push him off but found that his arms were pinned under Marcus. Before he could say anything, he found that his mouth was being blocked by Marcus' tongue. Draco's eyes went wide when Marcus' hands began undoing the buttons on his pants. He managed to un-pin his arms and shove Marcus off.
"What the fuck! Stop! What the hell do you think you're fucking doing?" Draco screeched, standing up so that Marcus couldn't get back on top of him. Marcus looked at him, very much "confused".
"I was kissing you, what did it look like I was doing?"
"THAT DOESN'T CONSTATUTE YOUTO PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN MY FUCKING PANTS!" Draco screamed. Marcus sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Draco, love, my hands weren't down your pants. They were in the process of unbuttoning them."
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT THEY WERE DOING AT THE TIME, THAT'S WHERE THEY WOULD'VE ENDED UP! AND I DO NOT WANT THEM THERE!"
Marcus raised an eyebrow at Draco and stood up too. He pulled Draco against him and let his erection hit Draco's thigh. Draco squeaked and tried pushing him away. Marcus gripped even tighter.
"Come on Draco darling; let's take it to the next step. It's been three months and we've known each other for longer." Marcus said breathing into Draco's ear. Draco fought even harder, his heart and mind racing. 'Fuck no! I will not go there, I promised Harry my body. PURE! I'm not going to sleep with anyone but Harry!' Draco thought frantically, but a little voice that sounded eerily like Pansy pointed out that that wouldn't be happening any time soon, so he told said voice to shut the fuck up.
"MARCUS, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Draco screamed. Marcus wouldn't let go, so Draco did the only thing he had ever learned from his father, he hit Marcus square in the gut.
Marcus gasped and let go of Draco, dropping to his knees clutching at his stomach. Draco put distance as well as furniture between them, breathing heavily. He glared down at Marcus while Marcus glared up.
"Get out, now. We're through. I don't ever want to see your face. If I do, I swear that I'll break said face!" Draco said quietly. Marcus' eyes went big before a scowl took over his ugly to begin with features.
"Fine, but Draco, you're going to regret this. I KNOW things, your weaknesses. You'll regret leaving me." Marcus threatened as he stood up. He grabbed his coat off the hook and slammed the door shut behind him as he walked out.
Draco sighed in relief and dropped onto the couch. 'Thank the gods, he's gone. He's finally gone. And I can even give Pansy and Harry a reason for leaving him without revealing that it was because I want to try and get Harry. But, he's happy with Charlie…I can't break them up…I'd feel too horrible…and I'd probably hurt Harry deeply.' Draco thought to himself. He fell asleep on the couch and didn't wake until Pansy came in a little after ten P.M.
"Jesus, Pansy, what caused you to be out so late and NOT spend the night at the Weaselette's house?" Draco asked curiously, glad that Pansy had come home first, but at the same time pissed because that meant that Harry would more than likely be spending the night at Charlie's house.
"Fuck off Draco." Pansy offered harshly, Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
"What the hell, I was just asking you a fucking question!"
"I'm sorry Draco…I…Ginny and I…we broke up," Pansy said, her voice starting to shake with pent up emotion. Draco sat up and patted the seat next to him, Pansy took it willingly.
"What happened?"
"Well…I…her ex came back. He read in the news that Weasley and Harry's abductors were dead and he wanted to get back together with her. So, she broke up with me so she and he could go back to fucking like rabbits." Pansy said sadly. Draco flexed his fist, giving Pansy a half hug.
"Well, it looks like I'm NOT the only single one in the apartment." Draco said, trying to cheer Pansy up in the only way he knew how. Pansy looked at him funny.
"What do you mean? Did Charlie and Harry break up?"
"I wish…I broke up with Marcus."
"…Why?"
"Because, he wouldn't fucking take no for an answer." Draco supplied, his voice going a little icy. Pansy's eyes widened a little bit.
"What do you mean?"
"He wanted to fuck me…and I did NOT want to fuck him…so, I broke up with him." Draco said. He got up and went into the kitchen, leaving Pansy to ponder what exactly happened at the apartment today.
Later that day Harry came in, his face flushed. Pansy smiled at him, sitting on the couch going through several texts at once. Harry returned her smile and sat down in the chair.
"What are you up to?" Pansy looked up from the book she was currently reading and pointed her head towards the infamous dragon statue. Harry nodded in understanding and looked around the living room.
"Hey, where's Draco?"
Pansy sighed heavily and pointed to the kitchen. "He hasn't come out of there since I got home earlier. He's been in a right fowl mood, just so you know." Harry nodded and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later the two came out, Draco looking a little less moody. They sat down and started going through some more books.
About a half hour later, Draco slammed the book he had been reading shut and let out a whoosh of angry air.
"DAMNIT…nothing, we've found absolutely fucking NOTHING about the damned statue." Draco raged at no one and everyone. Harry nodded in agreement, shutting the book he was reading more gently.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you! These are ALL of the books on different magical statues the Ministry's library had!" Pansy replied, aggravated by Draco's moodiness.
"WAIT!" Harry said excitedly, excitement shinning brightly in his eyes. Draco and Pansy looked at him, their eyebrow's raised.
"I bet there are a bunch of books in my vault at Gringots! They might be able to help!" Draco smiled for the first time since he woke up.
"Wicked! Do you think you can get a few of them?" Draco asked, Harry's excitement rubbing off on him.
"Yeah…I'll get some." Harry said. He stood up and pulled on his jacket before heading out the door.
Harry walked out of Gringots, arms loaded with books from his vault. He thought Draco lucky that he'd kept them there, knowing full well that someone probably would've stolen them had they been in his house. The books were quite rare, after all.
At the thought of Draco, Harry saddened. It'd been a few months since Draco and Marcus had gotten together, but Harry was still depressed. What's worse, Harry felt like he was using Charlie. Even though he'd sat Charlie down and explained to him, he couldn't stop the feeling. Of course, Harry still lived with Draco and Pansy, which probably didn't help matters any, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to his house and he felt welcome at their apartment.
Suddenly, Harry ran into something warm and solid, knocking Harry unbalanced and causing him to fall to the hard cobles below. Looking up, Harry saw the towering figure of Marcus. Accepting the hand offered to him, he got up and proceeded to pick up the book he dropped.
"Sorry about that, Harry. What're you doing here anyways? I thought you were back at the apartment with Pansy and Draco." Marcus said, walking along with Harry.
"Oh, I just came to pick up a few books from my vault for our research. I'm headed back now. What're you doing here?"
"I was just running a couple of errands. Hey, d'you mind if I come back with you to the apartment? I need to talk to Draco about something." Marcus said. Something in his tone of voice was very foreboding to Harry but, not wanting to be rude to his friend's boyfriend, he ignored it.
"Sure, why not."
"Great, thanks!"
Harry nodded, looking ahead to make sure that he didn't trip.
"Hey, if you want, I know a short cut." Marcus said after a few moments of silence. Harry smiled at him, nodding to let him know that he wouldn't mind taking a short cut. Turning off the main street, Marcus led Harry onto one of the more secluded alley ways.
Harry became nervous as they headed farther from the crowd of people. He still didn't completely trust Marcus, and he was getting sudden flash backs of his seventh year at Hogwarts. Suddenly, Marcus stopped, painfully grabbed Harry's arm, and pushed him up against the wall.
"Hey! Marcus, what the hell are you doing!" Harry cried out. He struggled to get free but Marcus only tightened his hold on Harry.
"Marcus! Let the fuck go of me! What in Merlin's name do you-humph "
Harry was abruptly cut off when Marcus punched him in the stomach.
"Quiet you! I've been waiting for weeks to get you the fuck alone and I'm not letting anything interfere!" Marcus hissed, his other hand slipping underneath Harry's shirt. At this, Harry whimpered. He knew where this was going.
"Ever since Draco refused to have sex with me, I realized that he was no good. I was going to go to you, but you had to go and get together with that fucking Dragon Tamer! I've wanted you for so long, it's not even funny!"
"M-m-m-Marc-Marcus! S-s-s-st-st-stop!" Harry stuttered out, unable to fight any longer for fear had paralyzed him.
"I'd rather not, Potter." Marcus replied sweetly, roughly forcing Harry to the ground. Unable to do anything but tremble, Harry didn't fight back when Marcus started to tear his clothes off. All he could think was, 'Dear Merlin! Why? WHY?'
When he felt Marcus begin to enter him, Harry's thoughts instantly turned to Draco, like they had so many times before.
Draco? Draco, where are you? I need you, please! Please, HELP ME!
A few miles away, the fire of one single torch flared. Turning the exact shade of emerald as Harry's eyes.
Author's Note: I'm sure most of you are a little...upset...with the end of this chapter, but the way the story is going right now, this had to be here. So please, if you leave me reviews, don't complain about it. You'll see soon enough. Thanks again for patiently waiting for this chapter and for reading...I plan to have the next chapter up shortly, after I review it a couple of times and make any changes I might have missed the first time.