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Love never Dies	By : bored137654 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 2-Chapter Two
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CHAPTER ONE

It had been years since I last heard from him. Then all of a sudden, there was a letter. He wanted to meet me again! How I had longed to hear those words. But why were they coming now, now that I had finally stopped hoping?

Ah well. Whatever motives he may have had for sending that letter, I would meet him. If not for anything else, then to demand answers as to why he left me all those years ago. Seven years and not a word! I thought we were in love, but I guess it was nothing but a one sided love story.

~*~

7 years ago

It had started as any other argument. Only when Professor Snape came to break them apart, it was a kiss and not a fight he had to take points for. Only from Gryffindor though, of course.

“Trying to figure out a way to break all the rules at once again, Potter? I wonder what the people would say if they saw their beloved Golden Boy with his head deep inside a book about… What are you actually reading?” Draco Malfoy sneered, as he tried to see the title of the book, but Harry was quick to hide it.

“Fuck off, Malfoy. It’s none of your business what I’m reading. ” Harry huffed, annoyed as usual when faced with the resident ferret boy.

“Well, seeing as I’m a Head boy, I’d say it is my business if you try to break the rul- What was that?” Draco inquired, having stopped when Harry mumbled something.

“I said,” Harry swallowed, “I said, I’ll show you Head boy.”

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrow. Harry Potter had the decency to blush. And what a pretty blush that was… Draco could feel his pants becoming tighter. He licked his lips.

“I might just have to take you up on that.” The official Slytherin smirk was working its way to its rightful place.

Harry stared at him.

“I… umm… That is… Wow. Malfoy?” Harry squeaked as Draco walked closer to him, inching his face towards his and then, finally, their lips connected. The electricity had them both feeling a shiver running down their spines. The kiss was short, chaste. But it was only the start.

“Woooah. ” Harry breathed against Draco’s lips.

“Indeed. ” Draco leaned in, and this time the kiss was all but chaste. Though it was still a short kiss, for this one was interrupted by a cough from everyone’s favorite Professor. Being caught with one of his hands grabbing the Golden Boy’s arse and the other tangled up in his dark messy locks was not what Draco had had in mind when he had pursued Potter this evening. But with one look at the emerald eyed boy’s disheveled look, Draco realized that he wouldn’t have had it happen any other way. It was a view he certainly wouldn’t mind to see permanently. He smirked.

“Later, Harry. ” He said and followed his Head of House out, after the points had been taken appropriately.

And there were many later after that.

~*~

Present

Draco stared at the big green door of the white house that was supposed to be Harry’s. Should he knock the door or ring the bell? He contemplated for a moment what he would face. Would Harry open the door and throw himself into his arms? Would Draco even want that?

Are you kidding me? It’s all you’ve been dreaming about for the past five years! His mind kindly reminded him. He sighed and knocked on the door.

Not a minute later, the door burst open and he came face to face with a little boy with big green eyes and really dark brown hair. They stared at each other for a moment, before the boy quirked his head and smiled at him.

“Are you Mister Malfoy?”

“I-I am.” Draco coughed, trying to regain his composure. Whatever he had expected, this was far from that. Had Harry taken a youth potion and de-aged a bit too much? If so, where was the scar? He shook his head at the stupid thought. Obviously this boy was related to Harry, but the question was; how?

“Then come right in, Sir.” The boy stepped aside and let him in through the door and into the white hallway, where photographs of the Weasley family, Harry’s friends and this little boy littered the walls. “DAAAAAD, THE LONG BLOND MAN IS HERE!”

Dad? Before he could process that, he could hear footsteps come rushing towards them, and a few seconds later he was met by a vision he had for the past seven years only seen in his dreams. Harry.

“Albus Severus, what did I say about opening the door and just letting people in?” Harry scolded his son.

Albus Severus? Draco blinked.

“Never do such a thing until you are absolutely certain they are who they claim to be. ” Albus Severus beamed at his father as he apparently cited him. “But dad, the wards wouldn’t have let him through if he wasn’t. ”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Fine, but be more careful next time. Now, go through the Floo. Rose and Hugo are waiting for you. ”

“I will, dad. ” The boy smirked and rushed off into the direction of the Floo. Before Draco was fully prepared, if he ever could be, Harry turned towards him with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. Do you mind waiting five minutes in the library?” Harry said sheepishly and pointed out the room, and all Draco could do was nod dumbly, as Harry rushed off again.

Harry was a father. He had a child. Was that why he had left Harry? He had met someone and gotten them pregnant? Why didn’t he tell him that instead of just disappearing?

I would have begged him to stay, either way.

Slowly he made his way towards the room Harry had pointed out. It was a small and cosy room done in earthy tones. The floor was a dark wood and the walls were lined with bookshelves, except for the large fireplace taking up half a wall, and in the middle of the room were two comfy looking couches done in green velvet. He sat down in one of them and looked around the room. It felt very homey, welcoming. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and he stared into the flames.

What was he doing here? Harry had moved on. He hadn’t. If only-

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” Harry’s voice interrupted his thoughts, as he walked into the room and sat down in the couch opposite him.

Now or for these past seven years?

The way Harry cringed made him realize that he had said it out loud. Well, what the hell, it was about time. He’d had it coming for seven years. Draco was just building up steam, when he looked up at Harry and saw that the other man had tears streaming down his cheeks. Immediately, he was standing up and walking up to him. Without thinking, he sank down to his knees and pulled Harry into his arms.

“Lov- ...Harry. What’s the matter?” When he couldn’t hear the reply from the crook of his neck, where Harry had buried his head, he gently pulled the other’s head away. Holding his cheeks and staring into those amazing green eyes that always took his breath away, he asked, “What’s going on?”

Harry swallowed audibly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were still shining.

“Draco, I’m dying.”

A/N: That's one evil looking cliffie. :D

Well, I'm back! And with a new story. :) Not abandoning my older one's though, so keep an eye out for the next chapter of Heart of Lies later this week if you've read that story.

This one will be updated on sunday!
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