Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Chapter Summary: Harry gets his heart broken, but Draco isn't faring much better.
Author’s notes: This is gonna hurt, guys...brace yourselves.
Hermione, Ron and Harry went straight to the Room of Requirement after dinner. Harry hadn’t seen Draco all day, and he was aching to touch him. The Room of Requirement had provided a cozy fireplace and a cluster of comfortable, overstuffed chairs, and Ron and Hermione sat down to wait for Draco. Harry paced nervously in front of the fireplace, running his hands through his messy hair. His eagerness to seeing Draco again was tinged with nervousness at the possible effects of the potion they were going to take.
Hermione watched Harry, not knowing what to say to him. She and Ron had spent all day with Harry, just like they’d done before Harry had started acting so secretive. Ron had used much of the time to tease Harry good naturedly about Draco, and she had felt her heart squeeze with pain when she saw how Harry’s eyes lit every time he heard the blond’s name.
All three of them turned towards the door expectantly when they heard Draco turning the doorknob. Draco stepped inside the room, looking nervously at Harry, who smiled at him so sweetly that Draco had the urge to turn around and run away rather than go through with his plan.
“Hey,” Harry said, unsure of whether he should go over and greet Draco properly with a kiss, like he wanted to do, since Ron and Hermione were in the room.
“I brought the potion,” Draco blurted, not trusting himself to say anything else.
“Great,” Harry said, blushing at the awkwardness between them.
They both stood there for a moment, looking at each other in silence. Hermione cleared her throat, standing up and walking over to Draco. “May I?” she asked, reaching her hand out for the package clutched in Draco’s hands. He gave it to her, his eyes still on Harry.
Hermione looked at the unmarked vial, then uncorked it and breathed in the spicy licorice smell. “Well,” she said, uncertainly, looking between Harry and Draco. “Do you want to take this now, or...?”
“Yes,” Draco said quickly. He knew if he had time alone with Harry before taking the Will Strengthening potion it would be too hard to walk away from him.
Harry nodded as well, though a sense of foreboding crept over him. What if Draco was in a hurry to take the potion so he could be rid of him all the sooner? He pushed the thought out of his mind, watching as Hermione asked the room for two small cups and measured out the potion for each of them.
She handed them their cups, avoiding Harry’s eyes as she did so. “You’ll have to drink it all,” she said, trying to keep her voice business-like. She sat back down next to Ron, holding his hand, and the two of them watched in silence as Harry and Draco swallowed the liquid.
Harry felt the potion burning its way down his throat, the warmth spreading in a fortifying way through his stomach and into his chest. He looked at Draco, wondering if he’d feel the moment when the spell was broken. He waited, but there was no sudden jolt, no definitive signal that the curse had been lifted. He searched within himself and realized he still felt a desire to be close to Draco, still wanted to kiss him and make love to him all night. Harry was filled with a sudden thrill of happiness, and his face broke into a wide smile. It wasn’t just the curse, then. His feelings were real. He looked at Draco hopefully, waiting for the other boy to come to the same realization. Draco was staring at the carpet, his fists clenched.
“Did it work?” Ron asked, looking at Harry with interest. “Is the curse off?”
“Of course it bloody worked, you inbred carrot,” Draco spat, finally raising his eyes to look at Ron. “Would I have tried the potion if I didn’t think it would?” He turned his steely grey gaze on Harry. “About damn time too. If I’d had to spend another moment with you gasping in my ear I think I’d have had to kill myself. Honestly, Potter. I’ve fucked Hufflepuffs who weren’t nearly as girly.” He turned and strode out of the room without a backwards glance at the speechless trio.
Draco entered the nearest boys’ bathroom, rushing into the first stall he found to vomit violently, shuddering in pain at the look of anguish he’d seen in Harry’s eyes.
Ron was the first to regain his voice. He began cursing and raging around the room, conjuring colorful images of how he’d like to rip Malfoy to ribbons, but then he stopped, turning to Harry with a stricken look on his face. “Mate, tell me the potion took away any feelings you had for that fucking git. Tell me it was just the curse and you never really cared about him.”
Harry stood silently, as pale as a sheet, the cup he had drunk from had been dropped to the ground. He felt like someone had used an Evisceratus curse on him...he glanced down, half expecting to see his guts spilling in a bloody heap on the carpet. He turned, dazedly, to look at Ron and Hermione. She had tears in her eyes, and he looked flushed and upset. He wanted to tell them not to worry about him, but he couldn’t seem to get a sound past the lump in his throat.
“Harry?” Ron tried again.
Harry forced himself to nod, finding it was easier to do so once he’d made up his mind about what to say. He swallowed painfully and felt the potion warming him as he gathered his wits. “It was just the curse,” he said, numbly. “I don’t feel anything for him.”
“Oh, thank Merlin!” Ron seemed to wilt with relief. He clapped Harry on the back and gave him a weak smile. “That bastard didn’t deserve you anyway.”
Harry made himself smile back. “You know what,” he said, trying to appear casual, “I think I’m going to take a walk, just to clear my head of all the stuff that’s happened over the past few days.”
“Sure,” Ron said. “I understand, mate.”
Harry waved over his shoulder as he left to get his invisibility cloak. Ron watched him go, then turned to Hermione, who was still teary eyed and looked utterly miserable. “Oh, don’t worry, ‘Mione,” he coaxed, taking her into his arms. “He’s not going to let Malfoy’s cheap insults get to him, he’s tougher than that.”
Hermione nodded mutely, clinging to Ron as she wept onto his shoulder, her heart breaking for Draco as much as Harry.
After lunch on Monday, the Slytherins and Gryffindors headed down to Hagrid’s for Care of Magical Creatures. It was a beautiful, sunny day, which didn’t match Harry’s black mood one bit. He had spent Saturday night roaming the castle in his cloak, refusing to cry even though he felt like his heart had been forcibly ripped from him. Sunday he had stayed in bed all day with his curtains sealed and silenced. When he’d finally opened them at night to use the loo, he’d told his frantically worried roommates that he’d had a terrible headache and had just needed some quiet.
Harry stood at the front of the group with Ron and Hermione, keeping his eyes on Hagrid to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally see Malfoy, even though he was sorely tempted to turn around and look at him, just once. When they split into pairs to practice calming the herd of Dorits, he worked with Neville, carefully keeping his back to the rest of the class.
Draco was paired with Blaise, who was telling Draco about his latest sexual conquest, a 5th year Ravenclaw. Draco wasn’t listening, he was too busy casting furtive glances at the knot of Gryffindors on the other side of the grassy enclosure, which Pansy hadn’t failed to notice.
“So what about your mystery woman, Draco?” Blaise asked, slyly. “Are you ready to tell me who she is yet?”
Draco stiffened, looking at Blaise coldly. “Drop it, Blaise.”
“Merlin, you’re touchy today,” Blaise said, a teasing pout on his lips. “What happened? Didn’t she take care of you properly in bed last night?”
“Look,” Draco ground out, harshly. “It’s over, all right? I ended it on Saturday. Now drop it.”
“All right, all right,” Blaise said, raising his hands in a calming gesture. “No need to lose your temper, I was just curious.” He was surprised by Draco’s obvious lack of control over his emotions and thought it would be wise to tread carefully for the moment. The Malfoys might be known for their self-control, but their tempers, once lost, made them even more notorious. He didn’t intend to get on Draco’s bad side.
Pansy was eavesdropping shamelessly while her partner, Millicent Bulstrode clumsily offered their Dorit some stunted apples. She brightened at the thought of Draco tossing the Mudblood out like yesterday’s rubbish, and inched her way closer to the blond, wondering whether there was a chance for her now that he was rid of Granger.
She glanced at the bushy haired girl, and realized that Draco wasn’t the only one stealing covert peeks across the herd of Dorits. She had just caught the Mudblood darting looks at Draco as well. Well, if that wretched whore thought she was going to win Draco back, she was badly mistaken.
Pansy sidled up to Draco, not noticing the way he flinched when she ran her hand down his arm. “Draco, darling,” she simpered, “I never told you...I found my bracelet, isn’t that wonderful news?”
“Erm, yes, Pansy. That’s fantastic.” Draco said, drily, not bothering to look at her. He knew she would be fluttering her eyelashes at him in a way that reminded him of a bloody camel.
She smiled, oblivious to his dislike of her. She was sure it wouldn’t be long before she got him into her bed. She would make him forget all about Granger.
A/N:
::ducks under desk::
Please don’t hate me!! I know that scene in the RoR was harsh, but it had to be done. Don’t worry though, it will all turn out fine in the end. I promise...Gryffindor’s honor. XOXO
To Dominic Shade: The Severus/Lucius thing will be explained in good time...yes, there really is a method to my madness. Good day to YOU! XD
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