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Love me or Hate me	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter-13
Remorse
I apparated directly to my house and stared at my reflection, wondering whether I would see a monster who had turned a sane man into an insane person who did not understand anything anymore, a man who had saved me, who was the reason I was alive, but what I saw were tears. Tears were trickling down my eyes and I had not cried for so long. I felt so sad and I didn't know why. I felt helpless that I couldn't go to Hermione or Ron with my problems like I always did. They had no solutions this time. I was-
"Shut up, Mr. Potter. We do not want to listen to your fake and empty apologies and we are not the ones you need forgiveness of." Harry blinked in surprise when he heard Scorpius's voice. Fourteen years had passed and Scorpius Malfoy's anger and hatred for him had not lessened.
His face was filled with disgust as he stared at Harry.
"When did you arrive?" Lily asked him.
"Albus had told me that they would have a meeting and I had not wanted to attend but then I thought that I should." Scorpius Malfoy who was so much like his father, stood there glaring at him and all he could do was avert his eyes.
"The point is that Draco goes insane in my absence. He panics even if I am a few minutes late. I have been going to meet him daily from 12 to 4 for the past fourteen years."
His kids were shocked to hear this. Of course they were. They had not known that Harry had lied to them for fourteen years.
After a few minutes, they composed themselves and Albus broke the awkward silence "We will find solution of that but you are going to face your punishment dad. I won't spare you like everyone did." He glared at him and snapped these words.
"We agree." Lily and James agreed with him, though Scorpius looked like he would protest, though he stayed quiet.
"Okay." Harry whispered, having accepted the inevitable. He had always known that one day he would have to answer to his own children and that day had finally arrived. He sighed and stood up "I must take my leave now. Sleep well." This being said, he left.
It was raining heavily and Harry had apparated directed to the Malfoy Manor. He rang the bell and was received by an elf, whose name he didn't remember.
"Yes Master Harry Potter." It asked.
"I have come to visit Draco."
The elf nodded and whispered "He is being in his room, playing with blocks."
Harry had to close his eyes for a moment. A thirty five year old man who had been ambitious and intelligent was playing with blocks and it was all Harry's fault. Nothing had changed in the past fourteen years except for the fact that he had fallen in love with Draco and his love just increased with each passing day.
With depressing thoughts, he walked towards Draco's room which was on the ground floor. He was so upset which was also why he was visiting the blonde tonight.
He entered Draco's room and saw that Draco was sitting on the floor playing with some colourful blocks. That was what Harry reduced the man to. Over years, Draco's condition had improved a little, seeing that he did not break things like he used to. Rest was exactly the same. Utter chaos ensued in the whole manor if Harry was even ten minutes late. He walked inside and Draco did not notice his entry, as usual. He was wearing green shirt and black jeans today and was looking utterly sweet and adorable.
Harry sat on floor with crossed legs beside a smiling Draco who didn't notice him. Draco behaved as if Harry did not even exist, yet he cried and screamed if Harry didn't come to visit him. Harry dropped his head on Draco's shoulder and adjusted himself to rest his folded knees on Draco's lap.
Draco continued playing with his blocks.
"Draco, I told James everything today and Albus read our journal so he already knew. Ginny had told everything to Lily. My children hate me."
Draco arranged five red blocks together and was arranging another four green ones on top of them, a small smile on his lips.
"They called me names and don't respect me at all."
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and snuggled closer to the man.
"You don't listen to me. You never listen to me. I keep on speaking and speaking and you never respond in any way."
Harry looked at Draco's face and just stared for a bit. He was smiling and his eyes, as silver as ever were concentrated on the task of creating the pyramid of blocks, trying to arrange yellow blocks over green. Harry hugged Draco with left hand and caressed his cheeks with the other. The blonde did not even look at him.
"Dracoooooo." Harry whined and still failed to catch his attention, as expected. He had been trying for fourteen years now. Draco did not reply, did not look at him, and did not respond in any way at all. The only evidence of the fact that his presence was important for Draco was that day when he had been ten minutes late. He had returned to find a very red Draco and a very chaotic manor and a very very furious Lucius Malfoy. After that day, Harry had never been late, not that he ever wanted to be.
"Draco, please respond in some way at least. I am losing all hope."
No reply.
"Please."
No reaction, not even a jerk of head.
"Draco, I am sorry. I have been apologising for the past fourteen years. Please forgive me now."
Draco continued to arrange his blocks in different ways and Harry was growing increasingly depressed.
"My kids are dragging me to the court. They will throw me in Azkaban and then you will be left alone."
Harry got no reaction, whatsoever. Harry snuggled close to Draco and started speaking again.
"I love you. I know you are not there to listen to me but I want to tell you. The day I turned you insane was the worst day of my life. Now I am left with no one at all. Surely, I could still go the weasleys. Ron is not invited there anymore or I could go to Hermione but she is just a shadow of her old self. But I don't want to go to anyone else. Please come back Draco. Come back and hug me. Come back and just lie down with me. Just look into my eyes and say that you love me. I crave you so much. Please-"
Harry's breath hitched and he looked up at Draco. No reaction other than a small lingering smile and eyes that were focused on his task. Sighing in frustration, he shifted to place his head in Draco's lap. Draco never stopped him from doing anything. The blond just adjusted his things and his hands to accommodate Harry. Draco always adjusted to accommodate Harry.
"Please talk to me. Why won't you speak anything? Fourteen years have passed and am dying to listen to your voice. You have not uttered a single word for the last fourteen years. I want to see your wings again. I was wrong. They were not hideous. They were so beautiful. You don't bring forth your wings even during your heat, though it clearly pains you so much."
When he felt fingers wipe his tears, he realized that he was crying. This was another strange thing. Draco would wipe his tears when he would cry but he would never speak anything. This thought just brought forth more tears and he looked up to find Draco frowning at him. His fingers wiped Harry's tears off gently and Harry kissed those fingers.
As always, Draco jerked his hand away and glared at him. Draco had not forgiven him and this was an evidence of this fact. Draco always glared at him when Harry tried to kiss him. It seemed that he was punishing Harry for treating him so unfairly when Draco had only wanted a little kindness.
As always, Harry mumbled "I am sorry. I am so so sorry." and kissed the gentle fingers again. This time the glare was not there. This time there was softness in Draco's eyes, softness that he didn't deserve at all. How was it that Draco always managed to make Harry remember what he had done? His past monstrosity brought another bout of tears in Harry's eyes and Draco's fingers wiped his tears again, his frown deepening. Who would wipe his tears in Azkaban? How would he live without Draco?
"Master Draco must sleep now. It's past his sleeping time."
The elf said in a trembling voice and Harry wiped his eyes of remaining tears and nodded.
"I-" The lump was making it impossible for Harry to say anything at all. He cleared his throat and stood up. He kissed Draco softly on his forehead and got a glare in return and in response he just hugged Draco tightly. Draco didn't struggle. He never did.
"I am leaving now. Will you take care that his clothes are changed properly and then put him to bed."
The elf nodded and Harry nodded in return. The elves knew what to do but that did not stop Harry from asking the same questions daily. He wanted to care for Draco and there were not many things he could do. Harry turned towards Draco and said the few words he said daily before leaving.
"I am leaving. I will see you again tomorrow."
Draco had returned to his blocks and did not respond to his words.
Harry sighed in defeat, sadness filling him and said "Bye. Sleep well, Draco." and left.
On the way outside, he found Lucius and Severus staring at him, the former's face blank and expressionless and the latter's face still as unforgiving as it had been fourteen years ago.
They were in the dining room. It seemed that they wanted to say something but Harry just shook his head and retreated from the house. The lump in his throat had not gone yet. He had to return to his house, his empty house, his loneliness. He had dug his own grave fourteen years back and was never punished for it. He deserved everything life threw at him and more.
It was raining and it was better because the rain hid the tears that trickled down his cheeks and fell on the floor. It was better because it hid his pain. He had purchased a house near the Malfoy Manor after Ginny had divorced him. It made it easy to commute to and fro but it was still at some distance. Harry broke into a run, unable to take everything anymore. The run did not last, though because his legs slipped and he fell on the floor on his knees. There was no-one around and Harry sobbed with his hands on his face. He was growing older and needed Draco with him. He needed to feel Draco in his arms. He wanted to hide in Draco's warm embrace for some time. He was so tired, so so tired of loneliness, of the grave he had dug for himself.
Nothing seemed to break Draco.
Harry sobbed and cried but there was no one to listen and comfort him. He had lost everyone, his friends, his love, his father figure, and his kids. He had nothing and no one left. He wanted to die but he couldn't do even that. Draco would not be able to live without him. He would lose the only sanity he still had left.
Yes, Harry Potter was a broken man and he sat on his knees in the rain on dirty floor, crying and wailing his heart out because he had destroyed the only man who had loved him and had destroyed himself too in the process.
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In the manor, Draco stared at the door with a frown on his face. He knew that he was not mentally stable but there were moments when he understood what was happening around him. Bits and pieces of what Harry said always made sense. After all, Harry was his mate. He understood his mate and his mate had been too sad today. He had heard the word Azkaban and his ears had perked. He remembered Azkaban. Azkaban was bad and horrible and now he was worried about his mate but he would wait for Harry till tomorrow. Harry will come. He always came.
And if he doesn't, well, then Draco would force Harry to come back. He would not live without his mate. No, he won't and he would not forgive his mate, not until he earned Draco's forgiveness. No, Draco would suffer and make Harry suffer with him, even if it hurts everyone around him. They deserved it. All of them deserved it.
No, he won't forgive Harry for what he did to Draco, not until the other man has earned it.
With these thoughts in mind, Draco closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep, thereby ending another miserable, wasted and useless day of his miserable, wasted and useless life, determined to continue living like this, punishing his mate for what he did to Draco.
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