Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter it belongs to J.K. Rowling and I do not profit off this story.
Warnings: SLASH M/M (don't like don't read), Post DH, and slight AU.
AN: Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors etc. This story does not currently have a beta. Thank you for reviewing. Especially to the ones who review every chapter, really it means a lot that you take the time to leave feedback. I'm sorry this took so long as school and work are taking up a good chunk of my time. I'll do my best to update more often. Also, there is some mature material in this chapter towards the end, more so than usual.
Love is Blind
Chapter Eight: The Beginning of the End
"Mother," Draco hissed as Narcissa fiddled with his hair. "Stop it! It looks fine."
His mother sighed, giving her son a disapproving stare. "I just want you to look nice for when your father comes home."
"He isn't coming home till later tonight. Now, please, I have to go to Hogwarts."
Narcissa eyes shined with welled up tears. "I just want him to feel welcome…please be home in time."
"Mother," Draco replied, remorsefully. "I promise I will I'm just going to chat with a friend and get ingredients for some potions I'm brewing for a client. Now, please..."
His mother nodded and Draco gave her a reassuring smile before leaving.
…
With a crack he arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, the fresh air filling him as he took a deep, calming breath. He was hoping the walk to the castle would calm his nerves, but he had a feeling it wouldn't. The walk brought memories of good and bad. As he passed Hagrid's hut he recalled all the times he goofed off in Care of Magical Creatures, but once he made it to the entrance his stomach lurched. So many people had died here and he did nothing to stop it. Taking another breath, he briskly made his way towards McGonagall's office.
"Sugar Mice." He stated, as he stood before the entrance. When the statue moved out of his way he felt a sense of relief flood him. The last thing he needed was to hunt down another professor for the password. Draco knocked twice on the door, letting himself in when no one answered.
"Sorry to interrupt."
"At least you had the decency to knock." A familiar voice sneered.
Draco's eyes flitted over to Snape's portrait, a cocky smirk splayed across his lips. "You'd have taken points for not having manners."
"Indeed." Snape replied. "Well, sit down. Not all of us have the luxury of walking about the room."
"Of course, sir." Draco answered while taking a seat. A moment of silence passed between the two. Draco did his best not to fidget under his former professor's gaze.
"Well, Draco, what brings you here today?"
"I…" Draco stalled, his mouth wanting to spill all his secrets as if he were under Veritaserum. "I'm having trouble with a client."
"I see. Potion trouble?"
The blonde shook his head. "No. It's really a matter of trial and error. Plus, I can get my hands on ingredients that others could only dream of. We…went to school together."
Snape hummed in thought, fully understanding the youth's situation. "Let me guess you two didn't get along. You know, I often brewed Wolf's Bane for Lupin despite how we didn't see eye to eye. Sometimes, Draco, you have to do things you-"
"It's not that I don't want to help him, sir. That's my job .I'd help Longbottom if he was my client or even Granger. I just…" Draco ran a hand through his hair. "It's complicated. Father's coming home tonight." He said, suddenly. Knowing full well that would get Snape off the subject of Potter.
Snape raised his brow. "Bought his way out of prison, did he?
"Good behavior." Draco snorted. "Not my decision. Mother is a wreck because of it."
"How is Narcissa?" Snape asked, suddenly.
"She was fine until we found out Father was coming home. I think she missed him…I don't know how, but she still loves him." His voice cracked.
A bell chimed, signaling the time and Draco jumped in his seat. Bollocks, he thought. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I must return home. He'll be arriving soon." As the blonde stood to leave Snape called his name.
"Don't hesitate to ask for help."
"Of course." Draco said, automatically. "Till next time, sir."
Once Snape had lost sight of the blonde he gave a soft sigh. "Don't make the same mistakes this time."
…
Upon his arrival, Draco noted the manor was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed throughout as he made his way to the main dining room. "Mother?" he called, cautiously.
An elf popped in front of Draco, giving him a start. "Mistress and Master Malfoy are waiting for you in the parlor." The elf squeaked.
Draco nodded and briskly headed for the parlor. "Mother?" he called, again as he entered. His eyes widened when he caught sight of his mother and father sitting adjacent one another. "Father." He greeted, quickly putting his mask back into place.
Lucius shakily got up from his seat with help from Narcissa and motioned for Draco to come over. The younger blonde briefly hesitated before he followed his father's order. He wasn't quite sure what to expect, but what his father did next surprised him so much he flinched. Lucius was hugging him. Not the usual one arm around the shoulder, but a full blown embrace. Draco felt his father's stubble rub against his cheek and when the elder Malfoy pulled away there was a lingering wetness. He looked at his father and realised that Lucius was crying.
"You've gotten taller." Lucius croaked, weakly. "I remember when you barely reached my knees." Draco's face scrunched up at the memory, but his father continued. "How you always snuck into our room when you got scared at night. Or the time you cried and cried after you fell off your broom. How you-"
"Yes. Yes, that's enough, Father." Draco interjected. "Why don't you go get cleaned up before dinner. If you need a house elf just call for one."
"Draco!" Narcissa reprimanded.
"It's alright. I'll be back shortly." Lucius said as he wobbled off towards a bedroom he hadn't seen in years.
"Guess he'll actually need a bloody cane now, won't he?" Draco sneered.
"Enough!" Narcissa said, icily. "You will respect your father, Draco Lucius Malfoy, or so help me-"
"Or what, Mother? You'll send me to my room? Not let me have dessert tonight?"
Narcissa side stepped closer to Draco and in one fluid motion brought her hand forcefully across the younger man's cheek. "Get. Out."
"Y-you really hit me!" Draco said in awe. "You've never hit me…"
"Do not come back here until you've grown up. You are not a child anymore so stop acting like one." Narcissa spat, curtly before gliding out of Draco's sight.
The blonde stood in shock. His mother had never struck him before. Even Lucius had never hit him like that. Sure a rap on the head or hand when he was younger, but never a blow so hard as to leave a mark. Rage bubbled up in his chest and he moved quickly in a blind passion. His fist was clutching the Floo Powder so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place!"
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Harry nursed his second glass of wine for the evening. Ron hadn't come by so there was really nothing else to do but sleep or drink. He could talk to Kreacher he supposed, but the conversation was always praise for the great Harry Potter. Silence was better.
The crackle from his fireplace caused Harry to jump from his seat on the couch. "Ron?" he called, apprehensively. He was sure the redhead said he would stop by in the morning instead of tonight. A familiar click of footsteps and Harry's face contorted in annoyance. "You could let me know your coming over, Malfoy."
Silence.
"Malfoy?"
Suddenly there was a hand grasping the front of his shirt and yanking up from his seat. Being pushed and pulled in every direction, Harry couldn't pinpoint where he was being led to. "Bloody say something!" He growled. They stopped and with a push Harry fell back onto a plush surface. His bed. The silence was back and Harry understood what Malfoy wanted. He was here to collect on their deal.
"Make it quick." Harry muttered, tiredly. He heard the rustling of Malfoy removing his clothing and exhaled a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. With a sigh he laid back on the bed, doing his best to clear his mind. Just lie back and think of England, he thought, sarcastically.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Draco snarled. The tone of his voice caused Harry to flinch, what had he done to make the blonde so angry? The hands were back with full force, tearing the clothes from Harry's body and leaving him with nothing to cover himself. He noted the harsh breathing above him causing a shiver to run down his spine. Harry quickly attempted to sit back up, but was forced back down onto the mattress once again.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "You're not acting like yourself…this is the old you."
"You don't know me!" Draco screamed, his fingers violently twisting in the other boy's hair. The blonde shoved Harry away as if burned, his chest still heaving. Without a word, Draco crashed his lips against Harry's, not caring that the other hadn't been ready. It was the worst kiss he'd ever had. That included his first kiss with Pansy Parkinson. His rage swelled and he pulled away with a disgusted grunt.
"All fours."
"What?" Harry replied, still trying to fully comprehend what was going on. Not being able to see made the act even more frightening. He couldn't tell where Malfoy was or when he was going to touch him. Malfoy could have at least let him finish his wine before pulling this type of stunt.
"You bleeding heard me." Draco said in a low, menacing growl. It be easier if he didn't have to look at Potter. He was making his own stomach turn and maybe if he pretended it was just some stranger it might be easier. Just like old times.
Harry nodded and complied, maneuvering his body to suite Malfoy's request. He gasped when he felt Malfoy's skin graze his own. Lips dropped to the nape of his neck causing Harry to press closer against the warm body behind him. He heard Malfoy mutter a spell and suddenly cried out at the unexpected odd, slippery sensation that was spreading along his crack. Harry had never been curious enough to touch himself down there, making him tense as Malfoy teasingly rubbed a finger over his hole.
"Merlin, just relax." Draco groused. "You act like you've never had sex before."
Not this kind, Harry thought as he took another calming breath. It was hard to relax, Malfoy didn't even have one finger in and it burned. The lips were back on his nape, trailing down to his shoulder blade in an effort to distract him. Soon another finger joined and Harry bit his lip to stifle a moan. The sensation of being filled was a mix of pain and pleasure, but it left him aching for more.
Draco hummed in interest as he noticed Potter growing hard. "Who's the bender now?" He thrust his fingers deeply inside, slowly building a rhythm between the two of them. With a particularly sharp push, Harry moaned loudly. Whatever Malfoy had just brushed against had him seeing stars. "There." Harry said, breathlessly.
Draco pulled his fingers away, enjoying the soft whine Harry gave in response. He lined up the tip of his cock before plunging all the way in. The grip he held on Harry's hips tightened to the point where he'd leave bruises. Draco firmly grasped Harry's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Harry pushed back against the blonde, the added friction pushing him over the edge. Wordlessly, he came, his limbs giving out on him. Draco's hand had shoved his head into the pillows as he continued to pound into him mercilessly. It seemed like forever, but in reality it was only a few minutes before Draco followed. Draco slumped on top of the brunette, rolling off as soon as he gained his bearings.
"That was dreadful." Draco stated, bluntly. He expected Potter to snap, but instead the boy remained laying face down. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!"
He shook the brunette's shoulder, but still got no response. With a push, Draco flipped the other boy over, seeing that Harry had fallen asleep. He swore under his breath before lying beside the Boy Who Lived. Officially, this had been one of the most horrible sexual experiences he'd had in awhile.