"Harry!" a voice calls me. It seems distant
I'm looking at those red snake eyes that haunt me. He has something that is very valuable to me. I know it is not an object, it seems to be a person, but I cannot distinguish it, because my vision is very blurred. But suddenly I have a quick glimpse of platinum hair.
My heart freezes. There is only one person I know and care about, who has hair like that.
- Do you want your love back, Potter? - said Voldemort, the mockery clearly stamped on his snake face.
My eyes filled with tears. No... my Draco doesn't...
- Harry, wake up!
I see a flash of green light and...
-HARRY!
I woke up in a jump. Hermione was inches from me, her face clearly scared and worried.
"I'm glad you woke up!" said she sighing relieved. "What are you doing here?!"
"We think you were attacked, or kidnapped, man" said Ron who was standing next to Hermione.
"I..." started, but I interrupted.
I suddenly started to remember. Draco came here to see the funeral, he called me... my body was strange and he didn't obey me, we kissed and then, we ... had sex!
I can not believe. I slept with a man! And on top of that is Draco Malfoy! I looked around for him, but I realized that he was obviously no longer here. I started to feel upset that he went without even telling me, and on top of that he left me sleeping alone in the Forbidden Forest, which is not known to be safe!
I quickly looked at the rest of my body, and sighed in relief when I realized I was dressed, only my shirt remained open. He must have dressed me up after I fell asleep. I caught myself thanking the blond mentally, because it would be terrible if Ron and Hermione had found me naked.
I realized that Hermione's eyes looked at a red mark that Draco had left on my abdomen, I felt my face burn and started buttoning my shirt as soon as possible.
"Hagrid, we found him!" shouted the girl when I finished adjusting my shirt.
The giant medium came running from the middle of the forest, with Canino on his heels. I tried to get up, but I felt a terribly uncomfortable pain in my hip, and my body looked like it had run a marathon.
"Harry! Thanks to the heavens!":exclaimed, reaching us.
"What are you doing here? Everyone is looking for you!"
I tried to look for an excuse, even if tattered to give, but my head is so stunned by events that I couldn't think of anything;
"I don't know what I'm doing here" I murmured, cursing myself for Trasgo for saying something so stupid. So I added: "I dozed off the lake and now I woke up here. I don't know what happened, maybe it's a Sonserina student's mischief."
Okay, that was the best I could do. I realized that I had a hint of truth in my story, after all it was even a student from Sonserina who had called me here. Hermione looked at me suspiciously. I couldn't help but blush and quickly looked away. I feel very ashamed for being found here, and luckily dressed. I don't even want to think about what would happen if Draco hadn't dressed me up. Hey, wait a minute? Since when did I call Malfoy Draco?
I got up, and my whole body hurt in protest.
"Yes, it must have been someone from Sonserinal Only they would do something like that..."
"Ron, what matters is that Harry is fine!" Hagrid interrupted him. "We have to go back to the castle and let the others know that everything is fine"
"Harry, is this cover yours?" asked Hermione, bending down and picking up the cloak that Malfoy had spread on the floor.
I quickly pulled the cover out of your hands.
"Yeah, it's mine"
"Wow, Harry, what a way!' said Ron. -"I didn't know you wore this type of cover, but..."
"Guys, you can talk about all the covers that Harry has afterwards, now we really need to go back to the castle to let everyone know that he is fine, and catch his balls. The Hogwarts Express leaves in twenty minutes!"
I followed Hagrid grateful that he interrupted his friends' interrogation, although I knew that sooner or later I would have to go through this. But at least I got a little time to think.
We walked through the grounds of Hogwarts towards the castle, and I could see that the sky was already orange announcing the end of the afternoon. Did I sleep on the floor of that forest for four hours? This explains why my body is so sore.
My head is hammering full of questions and the first was: Did the Potions teacher know that he had prepared the potion in the wrong way? One thing is for sure, when I find him he will hear me!
Because of that damn potion, I had practically thrown myself into Malfoy's arms. And as if that were not humiliating enough, I declared myself to him! How could I tell someone that until yesterday I would have killed myself if I could, that I love him? This is crazy! After all, I didn't even know what I really felt until I took that blessed potion! And the worst thing is that she made me want it so much, that I couldn't hold on. Not to mention the fact that when it was still under the effect of the potion, I was sure about my feelings, it was as if I kept them in store for so long, without even knowing they were here, and suddenly they would explode chest out, and I needed to scream and reveal them to everyone who could hear me.
I can't deny that I tried to hold on, I tried so hard that it hurt. My brain and body refused to obey me. At first I was able to control what I was talking about, but then that was no longer possible, and when I found myself I was already in his arms. But what impressed me most was not just knowing that I had been in love with him for a long time, but the fact that he not only returned the kiss fervently, as well as having started all those measures", without even being under any potion effect. I was sure he would curse me when I kissed him, but he didn't. His gaze was full of tenderness and maybe even ... affection.
"Harry? It's all right?" asked Hermione. I hadn't noticed that she had been paying attention to me since we left the forest.
"I'm fine, Mione."
The girl looked at me and I knew I hadn't convinced her. But, obviously, I will never tell my secret to her and Ron. Besides being extremely embarrassing, I know they wouldn't forgive me, not for sleeping with a man, but for this man being Draco Malfoy, that to make matters worse is a Death Counsel.
We entered the castle and saw Professor McGonagall, who when she saw us came to us with a frown.
"Where were you, Potter?" asked harshly. "Do you have any idea how worried we are Mainly due to the latest events?"
I started to feel a little guilty for falling asleep.
"I'm sorry, teacher. I just... yeah..."
"Everything was just misunderstood, Minerva, he didn't go looking his. We found him sleeping in the Forbidden Forest" said Hagrid.
"Sleeping in the forest?" asked the teacher.
"It was probably taken by some student, since Harry doesn't remember how he got there." spoke Hermione. I could see that she was suspicious.
"Less bad, Potter" the teacher finally spoke. "As you are a customary rule breaker, we thought that maybe he would have taken advantage of the protection barriers for the funeral guests to leave, to go after Snape and the boy Malfoy."
I felt a little frustrated with the teacher's lack of confidence, but taking into account everything I've done in all these years studying here, going after Snape is something I really would have thought of doing.
"I wouldn't do that, teacher" lied. I would do yes.
Soon we were embarking on the Hogwarts Express. Hermione was already starting to
bother me with her suspicious looks, how can she know me so well? I'm sure that at the first opportunity she will come up with questions and more questions wanting to question me.
When Neville and Luna left the cabin looking for the witch who was passing by with the food cart, I knew she would take the opportunity. The girl got up and closed the door.
"So, Harry, you can tell us" she said sitting in front of me.
Ron looked at me and raised his hands in a kind of surrender, as if to say: "I have nothing to do with it".
"Tell what exactly?" I asked as naturally as possible.
"What were you doing sleeping in the Forbidden Forest?"
"I already said that I don't..."
"It's no use saying you don't know!" the girl interrupted me. "You have been very thoughtful since we met you. And what red spot was that on your belly? When you had your back to me I saw that there are more of them around your neck! And there is also that cover, which I'm sure is not yours."
Instinctively I raised the collar of my shirt more. Damn it! Why did Draco have to score me so much? And why does Hermione have to be such an observer?
"This cover is true, man" said Ron, realizing that Hermione's argument made sense. "You weren't wearing a cape when we left you by the lake."
I sighed a little irritated.
"I've said a thousand times that I don't know how I got there!" brandished, making my irritation clear. "As for the spots, there must be some allergy, or whatever! And, Ron, the cover is mine, yes, I just didn't used to use it. As it was a little cold by the lake I remembered that I had left it on top of my bed, so I used the summoning spell to catch it."
"These spots were not at all allergic" the girl spoke, ignoring my irritation.
"And it is not possible for you to have summoned the cover, I mean, I was in the dorm fixing my trunk and I would have seen if a cape flew out the window" argued Ron.
"I summoned you as soon as you left my side, so there would be no way you could have seen it, Ron."
"Harry, stop trying to lie to us..." started Hermione.
"If you are so sure that I am lying" my voice increasing in anger "then what does your brilliant mind think I was doing sleeping in the forest? Do you think I decided to sleep there because the floor was soft and cozy?"
"You don't have to be so angry, man" said Ron.
"We just want you to explain the truth of how it got there" the girl spoke calmly.
I took a deep breath. I didn't want to fight with my friends, but I'm also not going to tell them something so embarrassing. I chose to speak the truth.
"Okay, listen" I sighed, the two agreed anxiously. "You are right Mione, I know how I ended up in the forest, but this is something that, I'm sorry, but I don't want to tell you. Neither you nor anyone else. You are my best friends and I hope you understand."
I faced them both for a few seconds, until Ron shrugged and leaned back on the seat.
What I understood as a "Ah, which is ". I looked at Hermione who sighed and nodded. I was relieved that they understood, promising myself that I would never tell them anything. After all, going forward we will have much more important things to worry about, than the fact that we slept with Draco Malfoy
I woke up feeling strange, I had slept at least twelve hours, but I feel so tired that it's like haven't slept at all. Four weeks ago I arrived at the Dursleys' house, and since then I haven't been able to sleep properly because of nightmares, or rather, of the nightmare. The dream I had in the Forbidden Forest has been my torment. Not to mention that I'm a little sick, feeling bad that you're very strong.
The Order of the Phoenix is already planning a way to get me out of here safely, but before I have the almost impossible mission to convince my uncles to go to the safe place that the Order prepared for them, because Voldemort might want to use them to reach me. And of course, it is being very difficult to convince them, especially my uncle Valter. He thinks I want to get them out of here to keep the house. Very typical thought of my uncle extremely muggling, irritating and greedy.
The strangest thing that has happened since I arrived is the behavior of my cousin Duda. He didn't threaten me, scoff or curse me once, and that coming from him is completely abnormal. But what is even stranger is the way he has been looking at me, with some curiosity and evaluating me.
I got up and started packing my things, separating what I would or would not take on my trip to hunt the Horcruxes.
I felt very sick and ran to the bathroom. I knelt in front of the toilet and voraciously vomited. I have no idea what I ate that has done me so badly in the past few days.
When I got up and went to wash my mouth, I saw Duda passing in the hall without even looking at me.
I went back to my room and continued to pack my things. A few minutes later I heard sounds of footsteps in the hall again, when I turned around I was surprised to see Duda standing at my bedroom door. He held a mug, the steam of which kept coming out.
"I told Mom that I was feeling sick... and she made this tea. It helps with nausea. Then take it" murmured he extending my mug.
"Did you lie to Aunt Petunia, for her to make tea for me?" I asked. I have to admit that I was surprised. Duda being kind? When did he learn to do that? "Hum, thanks Duda."
I took a sip, the drink was very tasty.
"You have very strange dreams. It is not?" Duda said suddenly. I was surprised by the subject.
"Hmm, sometimes Duda."
"In the past you said the name of a boy, Cedrico. I was always curious to ask you who he was."
"Ah" I thought about it a little. "Wow, Duda, do you really want to know something about my world?"
"I do."
"Hum... O.k. Cedrico was a schoolmate."
"If he was just a colleague, why did you always dream of him?"
This subject is strange. First, why is it surprising that he knows how to talk civilly. And second, because he suddenly wants to know something about me.
"Cedrico was murdered in front of me, so I had nightmares". I said giving my drink another sip.
"Oh, I didn't know... otherwise I wouldn't have made fun of you at that time" he said, lowering his head.
"Is that this is not exactly the kind of thing I usually go around counting around."
It was a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. Duda stood at the door while I concentrated on drinking tea. It is very strange to talk to Duda, especially about Cedrico.
"Who is Draco? Another person you saw die?" he asked.
I suddenly choked, spilling some tea on my shirt. I coughed for a few seconds before spoke.
"No Duda, I didn't see him die. As you know...?"
"I heard, you speaking again last night. You said " no... my Draco not"."
I blushed violently. Had I really said that out loud?
"He's my friend". I murmured.
"Ah." he saw me blushing and blushed, looking even more like a pink pig.
I finished drinking the tea and handed him the mug, but he stayed there. I went to my clothes and got a clean T-shirt. I removed the dirty one and before I put on the other one he said:
"You are" thought for a while, seeming to try to choose the right word. "more big."
I stared at him gaping.
"Hm, was this supposed to be a compliment, or are you just saying that I put on weight?"
"It is a compliment" he said. Your eyes have covered my body. Okay, this is very strange.
"Hm, thanks, Duda" I said without knowing exactly what to think. "I'm going to change and finish packing my things, can you excuse me?"
He nodded and left. I didn't want to be rude now that he's being strangely kind to me, but his look scared me a little.
I'm lying here in the garden looking at the orange sky in the late afternoon. I finally finished packing up, now I just need to try to convince the Dursleys to go with the Order's people, and then I'll finally be able to get out of here.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, remembering the gray blue eyes that I haven't seen in four weeks and that I missed so much,
Suddenly something big and heavy is on top of me. Frightened, I opened my eyes and to my surprise I see Duda staring at me, his heavy body on top of mine.
"Harry, you look so ... beautiful!" he said. And that was the most bizarre thing I've ever heard in my life. I want to...
"YOU ARE CRAZY? WHAT DO YOU...?" I screamed.
He made an ugly pout and started to approach. When I realized what he wanted to do, I pushed his face with all the strength I could. I started to feel sick again, and his body crushing mine wouldn't let me breathe.
Damn I'm screwed, he's too strong!
"Get away from him now!" ordered a voice I knew. My heart went off just listening to it.
Duda was startled to see the blond-haired wizard platinum, pointing the wand at his chest with a look of pure hatred.
"Was this all a side effect of that potion? All this fire, and your declarations to me?" Askel, breaking the silence.
Now that I remembered that he had taken that potion, I was completely sure that was the reason for him acting like that, that was the only explanation I could find. Now I didn't know exactly why I had wanted Potter so much, or why I had lost all my control and let myself go.
"Yes, I think it was because of the potion."
"Oh, so everything you said and did..." I started to ask.
"This potion seemed to force me to do and say everything I want and think, against my willing" He said interrupting me.
"So everything you did was something you wanted?"
"Yes" He said blushing.
"So, you really love me?"
"It seems so"
Be surprised, he really loves me. I don't know why, but I felt a wave of happiness grow again in my chest. I felt like I should reply to him properly and say I love him too, but would that be true?
"Were you a virgin, Potter?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Yes I was" he said, his voice hoarse and tired.
"Wow, the famous Harry Potter, who has all the little witches at his feet, was still a virgin!" Wow I took his virginity! I took a deep breath and did my best not to look happy. "But wait, what about that Weasley girlfriend of yours?"
"Gina and I never did anything. Not that she didn't want to, but I thought it better not do nothing, after all she is my best friend's sister and I had to respect her"
"But it didn't help that you played the knight, after all you just betrayed her with me, didn't you, Potter?"
He remained silent for a few minutes. Maybe he has a conscience heavy, her face looked tired.
"I'm not dating Gina anymore. I broke up with her about...two hours ago"
"Wow, and how is she going to react when she finds out that you broke up with her, and a few hours later she threw herself into my arms and..."
"I know, she sure wouldn't react well" He stopped me, lifted his head from my shoulder and leaned her against the tree with her eyes closed. "I can't believe we had sex. he said at last"
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret coming from his voice. Which pissed me off a bit.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
"No" He said opening his eyes and looking deep into mine, leaning his head back on my shoulder.
I could tell he was being sincere, and I felt relieved. I watched his serene face, which was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Are you really going to sleep next to a Death Eater? So much confidence, Potter"
I whispered in her ear.
"You won't hurt me" He muttered falling asleep.
I stayed there for a few more minutes, watching him sleep. Until I realized that I was still at Hogwarts, and luckily no one had seen me. I got up slowly, so as not to wake him, and straightened my robes.
I noticed that Harry was still completely naked, so I tried to wake him up, to get him dressed, and to let him know I have to go, but he doesn't wake up at all. I tried using a spell to wake him up, but he must be so exhausted that even that didn't wake him up. So I picked up his clothes that were on the floor and dressed him, after all it would be terrible if someone found him that way.
He picked up his glasses that were on the floor and put them in place. Watching him sleep like that I realized he was right, I couldn't hurt him. I put my lips on his, in a goodbye kiss, after all now I have to go back to the real world, where I am a Death Eater and Harry Potter's enemy, and I certainly couldn't kiss him again.
Walk through the forest, still trying to understand exactly what happened. My thoughts began to clear as I walked away from the Castle.
Saint Potter isn't so saintly after all. What was I thinking? Losing my control like that and having sex with Harry Potter?!
I refuse to accept the fact that I wanted it.
I'm glad I didn't say I loved him, after all if I did it would be a lie. I can't see that just because I enjoyed kissing him, or hearing him say he loves me, that means I love him too. Because I don't know how I really feel about Potter.
From the first time I saw him I felt something strange and unknown to him, I didn't know what it was so I tried to approach him and offer my friendship, but he refused. He preferred the friendship of that Mudblood Granger and poor Weasley. That infuriated me, after all I was Draco Malfoy, much better than both of them together. I felt so angry at having my precious and disputed friendship rejected that I realized that what I felt for him was hatred. And since then I've been trying to make his life a living hell.
But was I wrong? Could it be that this strange and unknown feeling I was feeling was actually love?
In any case, I was pretty sure Potter hated me too, but now he comes and gives herself to me in that sweet way... so kind...
No! Clear your mind, Draco, you can't be interested in Harry Potter, it could be anyone but him. If the Dark Lord finds out, it's the end of you.
I know I shouldn't think about it, but he looked so beautiful and flushed and I felt so kissing him and smelling his perfume. I have to admit that I wish I could see him again. My heart had never behaved like this before.
Yeah, that really feels like love, although until recently I didn't even believe that feeling existed. But I can't keep denying myself that there's a feeling here, and that I really enjoyed being with him, and watching him moan my name and tell me he loves me.
Yes, I, Draco Malfoy, think I love Harry Potter, although I will never admit it to anyone. I have to at least admit to myself, and accept that fact.
Apparatel at the gates of Malfoy Manor and entrel. Even though it's my home, I don't feel more comfortable here since the Dark Lord started using it to hold his meetings. Adentrel in the living room, where my father, my mother and my insufferable aunt Bellatrix Lestrange were. I tried to go unnoticed and headed for the stairs.
"Draco, where have you been?" Asked my father, getting up from the armchair and coming to me. His appearance had deteriorated a lot since I failed the mission to kill Dumbledore. He blames me for the inferior way the Dark Lord was treating us, and he is always suspicious of me in everything I do.
"I just went for a walk, why? Am I banned from going out now?"
"A turn?" He asked looking me up and down. Bern typical of him. "You are all wrinkled, and her bottom lip is reddened. Do you have a girlfriend?"
I had to fight not to look startled and keep my expression cocky. Seriously, will that it's so obvious once I've been with someone?
"No" murmur calmly.
My aunt, who until then had been going through my mother's old objects, gave a laugh. Her laugh bothered me more than her own.
"Let the boy date, Lucius. It's normal at his age, and I'm sure the Dark Lord wouldn't mind that."
Great, even for us to have a relationship he has to authorize it. I definitely hate being a Death Eater.
"Yeah, you're right, Bella. He would only care if it was a Mudblood girl, but if my son doesn't mess with that scum, then that's fine". He said coming back and sitting in his armchair. And I turned and started up the stairs. "But, Draco, don't forget that you are now a wanted Death Eater, for that reason it's better to wait a while before seeing your girlfriend again."
I went back upstairs, certain that my father would prefer that I date or until I married a Mudblood than thinking or imagining that I slept with Harry Potter.