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The Wooing Of Draco Malfoy	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-11
Firestorm and Wings

They stared at him as if he had grown another head.
"What do you mean?" Nott spoke and backed away. "Your eyes! You are barmy."
Smith backed away and staggered "You are mad. We can escape. You can't apparate, but we can."
"Clauditis Carissimi" Harry flicked his fingers and smirked at them "Now you can't escape. You are locked inside this manor with me. Except for Draco, no one can enter and as you put it, we will be dead by the time he would arrive."
Harry stood up and walked to a chair and sat on it luxuriously, placing his right ankle over his left knee "You could try, of course." and try they did. Nott pointed his wand and Harry shouted "Expelliarmus". Their wands came flying in his hands and he snapped them one by one.
"You are mad." Greengrass whimpered.
"Yes, I am."
"Potter, look, let us go." Smith looked everywhere, trying to find some kind of escape but the house was locked. No window, no door, nothing would let anyone escape.
"Look, we are sor-"
Harry hissed "Sorry does not forgive you or decrease my misery. It changes nothing. I want you dead because you would just escape and try to hurt Draco." Harry sneered at them and he must have looked mad because they looked terrified of him.
The manor seemed large. They were in the living room, perhaps.
"How many rooms does this manor have?" Harry asked curiously.
"Ten bedrooms, one dining room, one living room and one kitchen."
Harry shook his head in pity and grimaced "Such a waste of a perfectly beautiful manor."
"Wh- What do you me- me- mean?" Greengrass stammered in terror, still looking for an escape.
"I am going to burn it down."
They stared at him incredulously.
"You will get burned too."
Harry looked at them and laughed "That's kind of the point. I have destroyed Draco enough. He cannot forgive me and I cannot live without him. He cannot trust me and I need his trust to live. His distant behaviour was already killing me. My death will give freedom to him and redemption to me."
"You are completely barmy, Potter."
"You have got to be kidding."
"Kidding." Harry laughed loudly and continued "Watch. Ignis Tempestas". Having cast the spell, he stared the ceiling as his spell conjured a fire storm.
"The fire will follow you and will divide when the three of you divide. You can go and hide in any corner of this manor but it won't let you live." He spoke in a monotone.
"Are you mad, Potter? Your madness will be the death of all of us. Just throw us in Azkaban."
"Oh! No. I can not let you live. You would just make Draco's life difficult. He deserves to be happy and I want him to find a compatible life partner after I pass away. You would be a hurdle if I leave you alive."
The fire that had taken the form of a storm chased them like an angry lion. They screamed and started running. They dispersed and the storm divided with them.
Harry just stared at the ceiling. He had not bothered to put any trousers on. What was the point when he was going to die? It would be just a matter of minutes when the fire storm would reach him and burn him alive. So he sat there, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing his happy moments with Draco and his family, waiting for his rapidly approaching doom.
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"YOU ARE SUCH A BASTARD, MALFOY." Draco heard Albus shout.
"Listen to me." This voice belonged to his son.
"No, I won't listen to anything. Dad is dying. Of course, you don't give a damn. Keep away from me, you bloody twat."
"SHUT UP." Draco shouted when they stormed in. Father, Severus and Harry's best friends had been bloody arguing about who would go with him. He did not care who went and who didn't.
"Mr. Malfoy, dad is going to- I think he is going to destroy the house somehow, including himself. Please save him. Please." Albus pleaded him and his heart melted when he saw the boy's green eyes, eyes which resembled to his stupid, rash mate.
"Calm down and tell me, what happened. Your siblings say nothing at all. James has locked himself in Harry's room and Lily is sitting in my room, crying since she came. Your godparents and Rose have bee trying to talk to them but they are not listening."
"I- I can't tell-. I can't say anything, Mr. Malfoy. Forgive me." The boy stopped abruptly and covered his mouth as if he was going to puke and ran into the bathroom.
"I will give you my memories, later on but you need to leave right now, father. I think Mr. Potter is not fine right now. He is going to -"
"Draco, let me come with you." Father protested and Severus continued coolly "How do you intend to return when there will be anti portkey and anti Apparation wards all around the manor."
That froze Draco and Severus huffed annoyingly "Mr. Potter has muddled your head, Draco. Take this Portkey. It is based on blood magic and will take you to your father's room in the Manor. We will go and make arrangements for Mr. Potter. No wards will be able to stop it. Dispose it off after using it."
He took the Portkey that was in the form of a toy eagle and murmured "Okay. I am leaving."
"All the best."
Without bothering to reply, Draco took hold of the portkey and disappeared.
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Too soon to be true, fire storm had reached his room. He was now huddled in the furthest corner of the room, coughing and sweating. His head rested on his knees tiredly and he awaited his death. It was so hot in here and he wondered if his abductors were still alive or not. It was not an easy feat to be burned alive.
He was reminiscing his good memories, the memories he had made with his friends and Draco.
Draco.
He loved the man so very much. Even in his last moments, he wished he could have had a chance to live with the beautiful, wonderful man. The fire was slowly burning each and everything in the room. The curtains, the furniture were all gone. He was suffocating and it burnt so much. He wondered whether it had hurt this much when Draco had burnt his body with scalding water. In a way, it was a fitting punishment for him.
I hope he would forgive me now. He thought bitterly and coughed. His face was so hot. The fire was approaching and he crawled further into the corner.
Draco. I love you.
He wished he could grow old with Draco. He wished he would get an opportunity to know more about Draco.
He knew many things about the man. He knew that the man was passionate and hard working. He knew that the man was beautiful and intelligent and wanted to set up a chain of his Apothecaries all over Britain and abroad. He was faithful and he loved the man so much that it hurt. He threw his head back on the wall and whimpered. It felt that his skin was peeling off. It was burning and Harry could do nothing to prevent it.
Fire touched his hand and he screamed in pain.
"Draco." He shouted, knowing that the man was not even present to listen to him.
"Draco. It hurts so much." His pleas went unanswered and he could nothing except crawl a little further and lie down, rolled into a small ball of pain and burns.
The ruthless and merciless fire approached, notwithstanding his cries and pleas of pain. It seemed to be playing a painful game with him. It would approach and touch his hand and he would scream and the fire would retreat. His hand had blackened, due to constant exposure to fire and he hid it inside his leg. Perhaps he should have worn the trousers after all. But he hadn't and the storm touched his calf and he screamed and this time, it did not retreat, it hit his knees and calf and feet and he screamed. It was so painful and unbearable and Harry couldn't tolerate it. Had he not suffered enough? Did he not deserve a quick death now?
But the fire retreated and he breathed. Hi body burned so much that it was unbearable and he just wanted to end this misery.
"Dracooooo." He couldn't help the scream that escaped his mouth when the fire seemed to embrace his legs, not intending to leave. His mouth was so dry and he needed water and he screamed and screamed but there was no one to answer.
"DRACOOOOOOOO." He screamed again and hid his burning face inside his blackened knees as the fire seemed to embrace him completely.
He had expected that his pain would end and he would finally be able to meet his parents. He had earned that much at least but then something changed.
The firestorm whose arms were wrapped around his burnt body like a desperate lover's retreated and just vanished. Harry screamed because he was just a mass of pain and burns. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, and couldn't do anything but moan in pain. At least he had hidden his eyes and thankfully, he could see Draco's tear streaked face through blurred eyes. He tried to reach for the man but his arm was completely burnt and he screamed and screamed because it hurt so much and huddled in a tighter ball. To top off everything, he was ugly too.
The last thing he saw was Draco and his wings that were now growing from his back and he was so glad to see the wings. He could hide in them for the time being, hide from everyone and everything.
He tried to smile at the sight of the wings. They were so enormous and beautiful and looked so comforting. Draco had knelt in front of him and was trying to speak something. Harry couldn't grasp much except "I love you- forgive-. I am here- safe- don't worry- don't die- please".
Harry wanted to ask Draco not to cry because he could finally be free now, free of Harry and his troubles. He could choose a mate who was not a magnet for troubles.
He extended his trembling arm towards Draco's wings, the arm that was not as burnt as the other one and the wings reached his fingers willingly and wrapped around them. They were soft and cool and Harry finally closed his eyes, succumbing to endless pain and misery that he had brought upon himself. He did not know whether he would survive or not, seeing that half of his body had burnt.
"I- l- love you." These were his last words and he wondered if Draco had heard them. He had no strength to open his eyes again to watch his Veela's face.
He could rest now. He had found remorse and he finally understood Draco's pain now, having suffered the same. His sins had been unforgivable but he had punished himself and had given freedom to his Veela.
My sins are paid off and I am, thus, redeemed.
These were his final thoughts because his consciousness faded and he knew no more.
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