Chapter Nineteen:
Chasing Cars
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Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
We'll do it all, everything. On our own
We don't need, anything. Or anyone
If I lay here, If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know, How to say, How I feel.
Those three words, Are said too much. They're not enough
If I lay here, If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
*
"Harry, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you just after lunch as you have a free period," Professor McGonagall informed him nearing the end of their work period in Transfiguration the next day.
Harry jumped in his seat at his name being called, he nodded curtly to his Professor, wondering what the Headmaster needed to speak with him about. Pushing this to the side of his thoughts, Harry glanced up and looked at the back of Malfoy's head. The platinum hair always was so perfectly sitting ontop of his head, strands of it falling from behind his ears and in front of silver eyes and...urgh, Harry thought he was going to die every time he watched Draco put the tip of his quill to his mouth and nibble on it. 'He always does that,' Harry thought adoringly as Draco had been doing just that at that very moment.
Hermione was giving him an odd look, Ron however was beaming like a madman much like Harry. "Is that who it is, mate?" he nudged his friend, whispering.
Harry blushed and looked down at his piece of parchment. Ever since Draco kept leaving multiple love marks on his neck, Harry had been too forgetful to add extra Glamour charms overtop to cover them just like his faded (almost completely invisible) bruises, Ron had been buggering him nutters to find out who the 'lucky lady' was. This made Harry even more prone to never tell his redheaded friend, in fear of his reaction not only to the person but the gender.
"Who?" Harry asked dazedly.
"Looks like you've got your sights on Pavarti..."
Harry turned to his friend and smacked him lightly on the arm, Ron chuckled and looked back down at his work. "That's disgusting, Ron! She's my friend," Harry snapped before shaking his own head.
"Hey, wonder what Dumbledore has to talk to you about," Hermione budded in, saving Harry from any further embarassment no matter how cross she wanted to be with him - she understood that time was for the best in this situation.
"Dunno," Harry shrugged.
Harry found himself awkwardly sitting in Dumbledore's office alone with Draco to his left just a couple of hours later. Harry found it hard to surpress the urge to jump his boyfriend, or at least just give him a hug or a peck. But he needn't Dumbledore walking in on that at any moment.
"So...what do you think we are in here for, Potter?" Draco drawled playfully, he had been surrupstioucsly eyeing his lover the entire time, his pants growing tighter by the minute as he attempted to distract himself but tapping his fingers on his leg.
"I-I honestly don't know. To tell you the truth, I thought it'd be because Halloween's tomorrow and maybe there's been an attack or maybe he doesn't want me to go...." Harry's eyes went wide and he quickly turned in his seat to stare at Draco agape, "Maybe he knows about what we did last night!" he hissed worriedly, his facial features turned into a stage of panic.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Now, it is not like we did anything against the rules,"
"Sure we did! We had sex...we're two boys! We..."
"So what? Tell me where in the Hogwarts rules it says two boys cannot have sex. It only says that Girls cannot go into the Boys Dormitory and vice versa. Never once does it mention consumation because sometimes, quite frankly, it is necessary in a teenage life..."
"Too right you are, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore's voice sounded from the doorway, he closed it behind himself as he sat down across from the boys. Harry was blushing a deep crimson red that made the Headmaster chuckle and lean forward, grabbing a handful of licorice whips. "Candy?"
"Er, no thanks sir," Harry mumbled, the blush slowly fading now.
"Now there isn't much time for explanations, boys, but I'll give you all the information I can. Why don't we start from the conversation I walked in on, my apologies," he added in with a twinkling wink, Harry was all red all over again. Dumbledore chuckled happily, "Now, Harry, there isn't a thing to be ashamed about! Actually, I'm quite glad to be the first one to say congradulations!" he beamed at the two very confused sixteen year-olds.
"Sir, why are you congradulating us exactly? All we did was f-"
"Shush, Draco!" Harry cut him off hastily, becoming an even deeper red as Dumbledore continued to chuckle.
"I cannot condone your language, Mr Malfoy, but I do say that your actions last night brought about something that has been waiting to happen for quite sometime now," Dumbledore was leaning back in his seat now, his blue eyes absolutely dancing beneath his half-moon glasses as he folded his withered hands in his lap.
"What are you on about, Professor? We have still got classes you know," Draco was rolling his eyes and tapping his fingers more rapidly, this time just out of irritation. He was never a fan of the Headmaster, that much was obvious.
"Oh yes sorry my dear boy, I guess I must get to the point post-haste," Dumbledore grinned, "I take it you both understand that you are descendants of Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin? Now ever since those two very souls came into existance, they had created a bond together that sealed their fate for eternity. This fate was passed down their bloodline and henceforth eventually ended with the two of you. Salazar and Godric were two of the most stubborn Wizards of all time, neither could admit to their strong, natural pull towards one another. So they replaced it with extreme rivalry, which ultimately resulted in their end,
"They were soul mates that knew one another yet did not complete the bond. That's where the cycle began. Through the past thousand years either the two lines never met in their life-time, or if they did they refused to listen to their natural instincts of love for one another. And then came along Lucius Malfoy and James Potter," he said with a sad smile, Harry's breath caught deep in his throat.
'My Father was...Draco's Father's...soul mate?! Too much, waaaaay too much...'
'Harry is...my soul mate?' Draco was, unlike his partner, beaming in his chair now, no longer irritated with the old man.
"Lucius was a few years older than James, he was in Seventh Year when he first came into contact with Twelve year-old James Potter and it was on the wrong foot. One was a hearty Gryffindor, the other a destined Slytherin - just like the rest of their pureblooded families. Chemistry clicked but they took it for hate instead, a rivalry brewed up that year like one I've never seen before. That is, until the two of you began attending school," Dumbledore was smiling broadly and his eyes were doing that damned twinkling thing again, it was starting to ignore Harry who wasn't exactly comfortable with this entire situation or conversation and the old man was just making it worse.
"I have never see two people enjoy hurting each other when it comes to the two of you. I was astonished that even on Harry's happiest of days, young Mr Malfoy here could bring you down. I was even more surprised that the slightest of angered contact with Mr Potter, could make Mr Malfoy ecstatic for weeks," Dumbledore smiled at both of them, now Draco was even blushing and feeling awkward. All of this was true. "You two had pure magnetism, that was for sure. So I read into it, I watched both of you grow up together and become fine young men. As you have put aside your differences, you were both able to realize what it was you truly felt for one another. And that is love. But not just love, this is a special kind. It is the kind that never dies, never dwindles, and can streghen one human being to slay a thousand Wizards to save his soul mate. The two of you are the most purest of love I have ever had the graces of witnessing. You may not be able to tell, but if Mr Potter pays attention enough I am sure he can see it too; your auras have changed to meld together," Dumbledore was smiling so brightly now, happy to be the bearer of great news but something was off...only one of them was happy with this.
Draco was smiling like a madman, but then he chanced a look at Harry who was frowning in his own chair. His smile fell immediately, 'Of course Harry does not want to be my soul mate...that means we will be destined forever. He hates me, oh Gods...he hates me....'
"Draco, I need you to stop thinking what you are thinking this second," Harry snapped, Draco shook his head and looked up at his mate. "I know you're thinking that I don't love you or something ridiculous along those lines but...I do, you know that's true. How can't I? All of this," he gestured towards Dumbledore, "could only make me love you more. It's just that...'Mione...Ron..." Harry trailed off. He knew there was no way out of it, that his friends would have to find out. Harry wasn't stupid, he knew that soul mate meant forever.
"Harry, give them time...give yourself time first, though," Draco said, smiling brightly once again. Harry couldn't help but smile back, it was just too damned beautifully contagious.
"Alright boys, enough of that. There is still so much more I need to tell you," the Headmaster continued, grabbing both of their attentions. "I don't know how much you two have read about soul mates, but once they have physically bonded this means that they are, in the eyes of Wizarding Law, married. Now I can't..."
"Married?! We're ma-married!!? Draco, not that I'm not happy or anything but...I'm sixteen! Oh gods, I think I'm gonna...holy..." Harry had jumped up from his seat and was feeling quite woozy, his vision was blurry and he began heaving heavily. And then he fainted. Again.
Draco had stood up in time to catch his falling soul mate, he placed him gently on his vacated armchair and then, slapped him hard across the face. Harry groaned and came too almost immediately. "Chocolate, Dumbledore?" Draco merely asked for, the Professor nodded and grabbed a bar from his desk and leaned forward, handing it to the Slytherin who looked up at his boyfriend...husband...and gave it to him. "Eat it, it helped last time,"
"Gods, I've gotta stop doing that," Harry blushed, taking a bite out of it.
"I do not understand why it happens in the first place, Potter. You are such a Hufflepuff," Draco snorted, returning to his own seat.
"Sorry...I just get a little worked up, okay?" Harry snapped back, but was smiling against his next bite of chocolate.
"As I was saying," Dumbledore interupted softly, "You two are husband and husband from now on. This is not only unavoidable but also unbreakable. But I can tell that your bond is much stronger than regular soul mates. Not only have the two fragments of your souls been attempting to mate for a thousand years, which is naturally unheard of, but you are both very strong Wizards. Especially you, Mr Potter," Dumbledore said seriously, Harry blushed and Draco looked at his husband with adornment. "I haven't an idea what this relationship could entail, but it is known that soul mates have different abilities regular couples do not. I implore that whenever you happen to discovery one of these...abilities, you come to me immediately as to explain. The more understanding we all have of this, the better it will be,"
"Of course. But what kind of things are heard of to happen?" Harry asked nervously.
"We will most likely feel each others pain to the smallest of extents. It is easy for us to find each other, based on instincts. We will have uncontrollable lust for one another if we do not consumate that lust every once and awhile," Draco explained quickly, he didn't want to be stuck up in the Headmaster's office anymore. He wanted to be snogging the happy life out of his new husband. Boyfriend. Whatever.
"Exactly, but with the two of you...who knows what to expect," Dumbledore chuckled again, but then his smile quickly fell. "Now onto important matters. Mr Potter, you are aware that Halloween is tomorrow, are you not?"
"No, I've gone daft," Harry rolled his eyes.
"This is the opportune time for Death Eaters to make an attack so be on the awares. I implore you do not go wandering around unattended to until the evening has ended," Dumbledore said seriously, Harry was sitting there with his arms crossed rolling his eyes. "Take this seriously, Mr Potter,"
"I am, I am..." Harry groaned, "You know how many times I've heard this though? Dumbledore, don't you get tired of saying it?"
"No, I do not. Because when it comes to the safety of my students, particularly you Harry my boy, I will never grow weary of warnings," Dumbledore said with tight lips, Harry could tell that he was slightly upset at this point and frowned at himself for putting his Headmaster in that situation.
"Alright well, if all if said can we go?" Harry asked hopefully, and when Dumbledore nodded his ascent, they rushed out of the office and down the stairs onto the top floor landing.
Draco immediately turned to Harry and pulled the boy into his arms. "It all makes sense now," he whispered happily, burying himself in his lovers scent and never wanting to move.
Harry hugged him back momentarily before pushing back, "I've got to go. No Draco, don't think the wrong thing. You know I love you, and you know there's no way I'm getting out of this either...I've just got a lot of things on my mind right now and I wanna...I need to think, okay?" he said as softly as he could.
"O-okay...see you later then?" Draco asked, looking numbly at the floor now as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Of course. Tomorrow night, Halloween Ball, remember? I say we sneak out early together," Harry suggested seductively, watching a pink tinge cover Draco's cheeks, but before the blonde could look up his mate had suddenly disappeared.
"Oh Harry, no matter how awkward, how broken, how angry, sad, or insane you are...I will always love you," he declared out loud to no one in particular but himself before walking down towards his next class with a huge smirk on his face that just wouldn't come off.
*
Forget what we're told, Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
Let's waste time, Chasing Cars,
Around our heads.
I need your grace, to Remind me,
To find my own.
If I lay here, If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
*
"Come ON, mate! Just have one drink! Onnnnneeee, puh-leaseeeeee...." Ron whined drunkingly, shoving another Firewhiskey in Harry's face who smirked at his friend and took the cup, taking a large gulp before setting it down on the table. "Woooooah!" Ron screamed along with Seamus and Dean who cheered their own glasses together and chugged the rest of their drinks.
"You do know this is my second drink now, right? I shouldn't have had the first one...but there you go!!" Harry smirked. He was feeling quite jolly at the moment, with the lightness of booze in his system but not to such an effect that his mind was melting like his classmates. Hermione was even drunk, which was a surprise to all of them as they sat in the corner, watching everybody else either secretly drink or dance on the floor in their costumes (unless they were Sixth Year or up, then they felt too old for that).
"I feel like throwing Dung Bombs off of the Astronomy Tower at all the couples snogging by the courtyard there! Whose with me??" Dean shouted, snaking his arm around Seamus' shoulders.
"I think I'm good right 'er mate, unless you can convince the woman to let me do it!" Ron nudged Hermione lightly, she only beamed over at her boyfriend who pecked her sloppily on the lips.
"Er, I'm good guys," Harry refused. He had yet to see Draco all night and there was a yearning in the pit of his stomach, he needed to seem him before the night was over and that was final.
"Fine, suit yourselves!" Seamus stuck out his tongue and with the help from his buddy, they slowly wobbled out of the Great Hall arm-in-arm.
"Wanna dance?" Ron slurred, Hermione merely nodded before shooting Harry a small smile. "Shoulda brought a date!" the redhead called as he led his girlfriend to the dance floor where they proceeded to look like the most idiotic dancers there, though nobody seemed to pay any attention.
Harry pushed aside the rest of his Firewhiskey, he never really enjoyed drinking though his friends always seemed to. He always prefered to have a good sober time. And with Draco on his mind, he didn't want something to blurt out accidentally. And then there he saw him, as if he were sparkling beneath the enchanted ceilings starlight.
Draco was standing in the doorway of the Great Hall beside Pansy Parkinson, looking nervously smug at the moment, she was chattering on about something or another but all Draco could do was stare directly at Harry. Harry just stared and smiled back. 'How does he always look so beautiful?' Harry asked himself, taking in the blonde hair bouncing off of the light, the pointed features on pale flesh that was always so silky smooth, those two pink lips how they were always so supple and...then Draco winked and cocked his head towards the Entrance Hall.
Harry didn't need a second invitation as he bolted up from his seat and out of the Great Hall, bedazzled with Halloween decorations and candy. He walked passed Pansy, who was pouting and looking forward at nothing in particular, Harry guessed that Draco had just once again rejected her feeble attempts. Harry smirked broadly as he continued down the hall, he was going to go to the Room of Requirments expecting Draco to be there but suddenly found himself being grabbed and yanked into a nearby broom closet.
Hot lips were on his own and he knew immediately it had to be Draco; nobody else had skin this smooth. Harry groaned and pushed the other against the wall of the small room, he grinded his hips up against his groin and released Draco's mouth only to lick a line up his neck, causing him to shiver and grasp at Harry's school robe. "Harry...fuck, I need you,"
"I need you too, love," Harry responded huskily, he pushed at the buttons on his lovers shirt and finally found his way to that pale flesh he had been thinking so attentively about. With flashing eyes of passion, Harry lowered himself to Draco's chest as the blonde watched the silhouette in arousal.
Harry brought his lips to Draco's nipple and began licking it, nibbling lightly as his boyfriend gasped with pleasure beneath him. And then he moved back upwards, licking the entire way, enjoying Draco's gasps of ecstacy, and brought their mouths back together for a passionate, hungry kiss.
And then there was a knock at the door. Draco hesitated but Harry just kept going, he kept kissing. "Mmm...this one's taken," he grunted to whomever it was knocking.
On the other side, Ron's eyes went wide and he turned to his girlfriend. "I think we can finally find out who Harry's seeing!" he whispered quickly. Their plan was to occupy a broom closet for awhile, wanting to satisfy the heat they built up on the dance floor.
"M-maybe we shouldn't..." Hermione began, but it was too late.
Ron opened up the door full swing and immediately Harry jumped away from Draco finally, but it was all so obvious. Their full, plump lips, flushed skin, embarassed looks, open mouths, heavy breathing...Ron scowled immediately and turned directly to Harry before rushing off. Hermione squeaked and hurried after her boyfriend up the stairs, where he was stomping off angrily to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry quickly took off at a run after his two best friends. And there left was Draco; shirt undone, still breathing heavily and wanting more of his mate. But there was no mate there.
"Potter!" Draco screamed, thanking Merlin nobody else was in the hall to see him as he did this. But The Golden Trio had already disappeared in the distance of the staircase.
The last thing inside of the broom closet that Draco heard, was the sound of his heart breaking.
*
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
I don't know where
Confused about how as well,
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
If I lay here, If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?