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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Chapter 13. Revelation.

Harry closed the book he had been reading with an angry huff and unnecessary force. He was very tempted to throw it away too, but the last time he had done that Hermione had been present and she had had a fit over it. He was utterly frustrated. It was almost three weeks since the attack on the Ministry of Magic and things seemed to have reached the point where everyone was scared and paranoid enough to barricade in home and not move a finger to make them better. At least that was the impression Harry got. Mrs. Weasley had brought a wireless from the Burrow, but there was nothing important to hear. No news, no Ministry trying to reassure people, not a call for everybody to prepare for the worst. Nothing! Only endless hours of listening to the Weird Sisters, among other wizarding bands. It was as if the war didn’t exist!

Harry had already given up waiting for some kind of movement from the Ministry and had redoubled his efforts on his research and his training. The last had been much more difficult without Remus. Harry sighed, thinking about the last Marauder. Lupin had not been present at the attack on the Ministry. It had been a full moon and so the werewolf had been in one of the Order’s safe locations all day and night. Therefore he hadn’t known about the attack or it’s consequences until the day after. Once he had, he had spiralled into a state of depression. He had disappeared to only Merlin knew where and had not even gone to the funerals. He hadn’t got in touch with anyone since then. Molly had started to really worry about him and had pleaded McGonagall to organize a search, but the elder witch had been hesitant. The Order had suffered serious damage and, if one was realistic, tracking a werewolf would take days on end.

Between indecisions and a minor Death Eater attack in London, Remus’ whereabouts were left in peace for the moment. Harry was angry and disappointed. He was sure that Dumbledore would have done something. The inactivity that everyone was displaying was disheartening. As things were, Harry had had to continue his duelling training. He was trying to keep up and not to let guilt over Remus distract him from his goal. Moody had been helpful, supervising his training whenever he could and demanding more of the youngsters in their physical training. Hermione’s birthday had also passed in relative calmness, the girl not being in mood to celebrate anything; Molly had just baked a cake to not let the day be ignored.

Harry glared at the library in general. Among other things, it annoyed him the fact that his search for the Horcruxes was at a dead end. Hermione and he had not been able to track any more clues to the last Horcrux. In addition, they couldn’t get out of the house in order to explore the only place they had found out that was likely to appeal to Voldemort as a hiding place. And last, they hadn’t found a way to dispose of the remaining Horcruxes safely. Harry didn’t want somebody to get hurt while destroying them, and it annoyed him to not know enough about them. With as little information as they had, there was no way to predict how the blasted things would react.

Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly and was arguing with himself about the necessity to have patience when Draco entered the room. The blond deposited a load of potions’ books on the table where Harry had been making some notes and let himself fall on one of the coaches, looking tired.

The Gryffindor bit his lip and tensed. Things with Malfoy had been awkward. Even when the blond had assured Harry that he didn’t blame him for what had happened, the black-haired boy just couldn’t take out of his mind the tiny patch of blood that had stained his sheets, besides, Malfoy had been skipping breakfast and spending most of his time whether in the potions lab or in his room. Harry was convinced that the blond was avoiding him. Even Moody had told them that Malfoy would not be taking part in their training anymore, supposedly because of the necessity for more complicated potions, but surely Draco had asked for that favour. Harry had tried to not upset the boy and had not intruded in the blonde’s room, but he didn’t like the situation one bit. He wanted to make things right between them, but he didn’t know what to do.

Malfoy sighed and turned his head to look at Harry. He managed a weak smile before saying:

“Spit it Potter, I can feel your indecision all the way over here.”

Harry blushed and coughed. He bit his lip and started to wriggle his hands.

“Sorry. I just… sorry. I don’t know what to say. I-I suppose you want to be alone?”

Draco sighed resignedly. Harry was not supposed to still be feeling guilty over the night they had shared. He stood up and moved to another coach nearest the boy.

“Look Potter. I don’t know what you’re thinking, I thought that you wanted to forget what happened that night, but evidently you haven’t and I swear I can see your guilt oozing out of you. Please, what do you want me to say to convince you that you didn’t do anything wrong?”

Harry looked at him with pain and something like desperation in his eyes. Draco almost gasped at the sight.

“How can you say that? I forced you Draco!”

“No, you didn’t…”

“Please, don’t tell me I didn’t I know I did! And I know I hurt you, there was blood on the sheets!”

Draco’s eyes widened in surprise. He remembered that he had felt a bit sore, but he had thought nothing of it. There always was soreness after a night like the one he had spent. He hadn’t realized that a bit of blood would have likely been expected.

“What?”

“You bleed! That means that I hurt you enough to ripe something! Don’t tell me you were unaware of it!”

“Actually I… well, I did feel a bit sore, but nothing so serious. I distinctly remember that I could walk just fine, so there surely wasn’t a huge pool of blood in your bed!”

“Well… no, not so much… but surely it’s not normal!”

Draco bit his lip before he said something ungracious. He remembered that it had been Harry’s first time, so obviously the boy wouldn’t know what was “normal” and what wasn’t. Unfortunately Draco couldn’t very well enlighten him without one: uncover his secret or at least part of it; or two: making Harry feel even more guilty due to his realizing that there was something called lube, usually needed for two men to engage in sexual activities in a comfortable way. He thought hard about what to tell the boy that could ease him, but he took too long and Harry jumped to his own conclusions.

“I knew it! I just knew I had hurt you!”

“Harry, look…”

“No! Don’t try to make me feel better about abusing you! I had no right to do that, and you know it! That’s why you have been avoiding me!”

“What? I have not, I only have been feeling tired that’s all!”

Harry took a deep breath and moved his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself. Then he looked at Malfoy apologetically.

“It’s all right. I can understand that you don’t want to be near me too much, I really can.”

Draco closed his eyes and almost groaned in utter frustration.

“You are misunderstanding this Potter! I don’t want to avoid you; I just wanted some space, that doesn’t mean that I despise you or something like that. Really.”

That was more like it. Harry was convinced that the Slytherin only wanted to make him feel better and he wouldn’t accept his true feelings on the matter. But he had accepted to need some space and Harry was ready to respect that.

“That’s ok. I do know that we will need some time. I only want to know if you really are fine now.”

He gave a tentative smile to the blond. Draco looked at him with some anger, but almost immediately his eyes softened and he sighed.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s been almost three weeks.”

Harry’s anxious face frustrated the blond to no end. Were all Gryffindors so prone to guilt? He didn’t think so; it must be only Harry Potter’s unique talent to worry so much about something he actually didn’t have any control over.

“I swear I’m fine Harry. Not soreness, not bleeding either, not even a drop. Please believe me. I’m not going to suddenly collapse only because you were a bit rough three weeks ago, I promise.”

Harry blushed and coughed again to hide his embarrassment.

“Ok, if you’re sure…”

Draco nodded at him and looked away, evidently a bit embarrassed himself. Harry felt slightly more at ease, but not exactly better.

“Ok, well… I’m going to the kitchen for a snack.” He stood up and walked slowly to the door, turning around before exiting. “You do look a bit tired. You should rest.”

“I’m only going to look for a book that I need. Then maybe I’ll go to my room.”

“Ok. See you.”

Malfoy looked sadly as Harry went away and then slouched in the coach, sighing tiredly. Things were not supposed to be this way. Harry was supposed to forget that fateful night, or at least try and act like it had never happened. Draco didn’t know what to do. He supposed that with time the Gryffindor boy would get over it, but the look of guilt on Potter’s face was killing him. He couldn’t let that burden on the boy’s shoulders, especially when what had happened had been Draco’s fault and not Harry’s. He had to do something to fix the situation, preferably without being sent away in the process.

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Harry sat at the kitchen table and looked morosely at a cup of tea while he nibbled a cracker. He was feeling depressed. He couldn’t do anything about Voldemort and he didn’t know what to do about Malfoy. He didn’t like to feel so useless. He was solely pitying himself when Hermione entered. Just looking at her tired face reminded him of his guilt over Ron and he groaned in frustration and buried his head in his crossed arms. The girl turned to look at him with concern.

“Harry, are you all right?”

A muffled voice answered her, the boy not bothering to lift his head.

“I should just let myself be killed and be done with it. Maybe everyone would be happier that way.”

“Harry James Potter! Don’t ever say things like that!”

She walked over to sit beside him and put a hand on his back, rubbing in small circles.

“What’s the matter Harry?”

“Besides being an utter failure? Not much I think.”

“What makes you think that? Harry, you shouldn’t be feeling like that.”

The boy straightened and looked tiredly at his friend.

“How do you want me to feel Hermione? I got Tonks killed and Ron into a coma! I don’t know where Remus is, and I have not been able to find a way to destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. I can’t face Voldemort yet, so I’m not able to finish this stupid war! And Malfoy…! Nevermind.”

Hermione noticed the blush that invaded Harry’s face and frowned. She took one of his friend’s hands and made him look at her.

“Harry, listen. None of those things were your fault.”

“But I…”

“This is a war Harry. The only one responsible of all the tragedies that had happened is the one who started all this! You didn’t kill Tonks and you certainly didn’t force Ron to be there with you! There was no way for you to know that someone was going to try and kill Nagini! You didn’t even know that the snake was there!”

“If I haven’t gone the trap would never had triggered…”

“And maybe Voldemort would have taken over the Ministry of Magic and by now he probably would have complete control over Britain. There’s no way to know what could have happened Harry. What is happening now is that the Minister has set office in an unknown location and Voldemort appears to be weakened enough to lay low for a while. We must find the way to take advantage of this respite and not to dwell on what could have been.”

“What about Ron and Remus?”

“I’m sure that Ron will return to us, as well as Remus. Professor Lupin only needs time to cope with his loss. And Ron is strong, he will make it, you’ll see.”

Harry pressed tightly his lips together and finally gave a deep sigh.

“I suppose you’re right. It’s only that I feel like I should be doing more, like I’m not moving fast enough.”

“You are not a God Harry. You have your limitations; it’s ridiculous to expect that you alone should be able to resolve this mess. You can’t do this alone Harry and you certainly can’t do it immediately. It will take its time.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“Good. Now, what were you going to say about Malfoy? Has something happened with him?”

The blush on Harry’s cheeks returned and the boy flustered a bit, avoiding Hermione’s eyes.

“Eerr, nothing. Nothing really. He just has been taking potions seriously, that’s all.”

“Well, that’s good doesn’t it? We need many potions, healing ones above all. Is that really all Harry?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m only… you know a bit worried… he has been tiring himself, I think.”

“He does look tired. But I’m sure that he can manage it. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, yes of course.”

Hermione looked at the nervous face of her friend and nibbled her lower lip. There was something worrying Harry and it had to do with Malfoy. Hermione was not sure of it, but it looked like Harry was feeling guilty. She could not phantom why her friend would be feeling guilty over Malfoy, but it evidently was depressing the boy. She needed to know if something had happened between the two rivals, so she could help her friend. She took gently Harry’s chin and forced him to face her. The pained look in his eyes made her want to strangle the one responsible for it and she was determined to find out who it was.

“Harry, what is it? What did Malfoy do?”

Harry huffed and tried to get up from the chair. Hermione caught his arm and didn’t let him go.

“He didn’t do anything, ok? It was me!”

“You? Harry what…? Come on Harry look at me! I have noticed that Malfoy is not around us as much as he used to anymore, but I thought that was because we have been engrossed with the training. Ginny mentioned once that you didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore…”

“That’s not true! Where did she get that idea?”

“I suppose that from observing you! I have been watching you too Harry, you look nervous when he is around and you don’t talk to him as much as you did when he first arrived. Is something to do with Moody banishing him from the training? What happened Harry?”

The boy shook himself free from Hermione’s grasp and started to pace back and forth, tugging at his hair all the time. Hermione watched him worriedly, anxious to ask him more questions but not wanting to pressure him. Finally Harry sighed and put his hands in his pants’ pockets.

“Herm, I did something unforgivable and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m afraid that if I tell you what I did you are going to hate me.”

Hermione stood and embraced her best friend, then grabbed him by his arms and looked directly into his eyes.

“Oh Harry, nothing that you did could make me hate you. I’m your friend, and I know that you are a wonderful person. Surely it must be a misunderstanding. Whatever it is Harry, I’m sure it was not your fault.”

“Ha. Funny, Malfoy said the same thing. He actually tried to convince me that he is as much to blame as I.”

“Well, that proves it Harry. You are letting your conscience to torment you because you are a good person, but if Malfoy has not yet complained to the entire world about how mean and horrible you are, I’m sure that it really is nothing serious.”

Harry groaned and closed his eyes. He felt about to scream.

“But that’s exactly the problem ‘Mione, it IS serious! I don’t know why Malfoy has not said anything, I think maybe he’s afraid, or he’s trying to cover me, but I don’t know why or what to do about it! I’m just lost ‘Mione.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me what happened. I’m willing to help you Harry.”

The boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at Hermione while he was telling her the truth.

“I… I raped him Herm. I raped Draco Malfoy.”

That was it. He had told her. And now she was going to hate him. He listened to her shocked gasp and waited for her to run away from him. That however never happened. Hermione put one of her hands on her cheek, caressing his skin and forcing him to open his eyes.

“That can’t be true Harry. Tell me, how that happened?”

Harry told her the entire tale; how he had arrived to Grimmauld place broken and desperate and how Malfoy had found him collapsed at the end of the stairs, utterly drunk, and had attempted to help him into his room. He told her how he had jumped the blond as soon as they had entered the bedroom, of the impossibility for him to stop and of the blood that he had discovered after Malfoy had assured him that he had wanted it to happen and that Harry had not hurt him.

The Gryffindor was so engrossed telling his friend the reasons why Malfoy must had been lying that he almost missed the girl’s pallor. At some point Hermione had dragged the frantic boy over to the chairs again and they were now seated facing each other. Harry looked worriedly at the girl and took one of her hands between his. Hermione started to cry.

“Oh shit! Hermione I’m so sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have told you! You are going to hate me now, and it will be right because I did something horrible and…!”

“No Harry, no!” Hermione interrupted the boy’s tirade and tried to compose herself. She needed to confirm her suspicions first, and then she was going to kill a certain red- head.

“Tell me Harry, where did you get the firewhiskey?”

“Sorry? Why?”

“Believe me, it’s important Harry, where did you get it?!”

“I asked Kreacher for some alcohol. I don’t know where he found it. Why Herm?”

The girl didn’t explain anything to him; instead she called for the old elf and asked him where he had gotten the firewhiskey. At Harry’s order to answer the girl truthfully, the elf reluctantly explained that the Master had wanted liquor, but due to Mrs. Weasley’s order to ride the house of it the elf hadn’t been able to get any but the one bottle that had been found in a kitchen cabinet. It had been the only one in the entire house and so the elf, following his Master’s wishes, had presented it to him. Hermione gave her thanks to the creature and proceeded to cover her face with her hands when it was gone. Harry was starting to fret. He pulled his chair near to hers and tried to embrace her.

“Herm, what’s the matter?”

“Oh Harry, it wasn’t your fault! The firewhiskey… Oh gods!”

“Easy Herm. Calm down.”

Hermione dried her tears and looked into her friend’s eyes, trying to get some focus.

“Harry. Malfoy is right; it is not your fault! Neither is his, none of you are to blame for this! Actually, if we do a bit of reasoning, Malfoy is very lucky to have felt attracted to you, I’m inclined to think that he was telling you the truth and he didn’t mind you jumping him.”

“What? I- I’m not following you Hermione. Why it was not my fault?”

“Because Harry, the firewhiskey was tampered.”

The boy blinked once in confusion, not fully registering what Hermione was trying to tell him.

“What?”

“The firewhiskey you drank that night had been altered Harry. I-I know you are going to be mad and this probably is going to make you turn away from someone you love, but I can’t let you carry this burden. You don’t deserve to believe this of yourself! You are not a rapist Harry; you never could do something so horrible to anyone! You didn’t get drunk. You ingested lust potion!”

Harry gaped at her and all colour left his face. He sat back in the chair and shook his head, trying to clear it.

“A lust potion? But how? How do you know this Hermione? Do you who it was?” He straightened again and grabbed his friend by her arms, his anger threatening to get control of him. “Of course you know! Who was it Herm? Tell me!”

The girl nodded miserably and sniffed twice before answering.

“I-it was Ginny. She told me some days ago that she had this plan to make you go back to her. She was desperate. I told her to forget it and I looked for the bottle, but when Dobby told me that he had followed Molly’s orders to rid the house of alcohol I just assumed that he had found the firewhiskey later and had disposed of it too. I never asked him directly about that specific bottle. I should have! I’m so sorry Harry; you should have known this sooner. All this time you have been feeling guilty about this when you are not to blame! The lust potion makes the one who drink it to lose self-control entirely. The only thing in the mind of one affected is to shag the first person he or she sees and will not stop at anything until reaching that goal. If the potion was potent enough not even a stunner would have stopped you, as soon as you had come back to your senses you would have looked for Malfoy. I’m really sorry Harry.”

Harry was barely reigning in his anger. He couldn’t believe that Ginny had made a thing like that. He could have seriously hurt anyone who had happened to be in front of him at the time!

“So, Malfoy couldn’t have stopped me, even if he had wanted to.”

“No Harry, he wouldn’t have had a chance, especially without a wand. That’s why I think he really wanted it to happen; if he had put on a fight he would have been seriously injured. In a way it is fortunate that he was already attracted to you, I’m sure that he was more than happy to comply.”

“Are you sure about that? What about the blood?”

“Don’t think too much about it Harry. You said it was only a patch, right?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“Maybe you hurt him a bit, I accept that. It can happen if you didn’t prepare him enough before the penetration, and I don’t think that you’re that experienced, so probably you didn’t do it right. But even if you did hurt him, I think it must probable that the pain had lasted only a few seconds, after that I bet that Malfoy had had other more pressing matters to keep him occupied.”

By the time Hermione finished her insight, Harry’s anger had been replaced almost entirely by embarrassment. He looked at his friend with horrified eyes.

“Jezz Hermione! How can you talk about it with such normality?”

“Oh please Harry, be an adult. It’s nothing from another world!”

“Well, no but… Mmm, I think we better leave it at that.”

He stood up and paced around the kitchen. His anger returning as he inevitably considered all the terrible ways that night could have turned into.

“I can’t believe this! What the hell has gotten into Ginny’s head?! This… This was so wrong! Didn’t she think about what could happen?! What the fuck she expected to gain?”

“As I understand it, she was expecting you to realize that she needs you Harry, and for you to remember that you love each other. She certainly never thought about the possibility of her not been the one in front of you when you drank the potion.”

“And she seriously thought that I… that I would be happy with this?!! She’s out of her mind!! That she is! What the hell she thinks I am?! She didn’t even consider the possibility of ASKING ME what I fucking bloody want!! That’s not love Hermione, that’s bloody obsession!!”

“She’s been desperate Harry and she’s taking bad decisions. She doesn’t like the fact that you pay less attention to her now, and she wants you to return to her.”

“Well, she can fucking forget it!! I left her for a reason and I expected her to respect that! Besides, I have been thinking about this relationship of ours and frankly I was starting to ask myself if I am actually in love with Ginny. Somehow it just didn’t look like we would be right for each other in the long term. Now I’m completely sure, she’s not the one I want to spend my life with! Not with what she attempted to do! How can I ever trust her now? This is it Hermione, I’m done with her! After this mess of a war is over I don’t want to have anything to do with her anymore!”

He walked decidedly to the door, not wanting to lose it and start to break things in front of Hermione. The girl called after him worriedly.

“Harry, what are you going to do?”

The boy stopped at the doorframe and looked over his shoulder at her.

“I guess I’m going to hex some plants or the mats at the training room. I really don’t want to see anybody right now. And well, maybe after that I’ll go and tell Draco the story. He has the right to know. That way we both can stop trying to blame ourselves and maybe we can go back to speak normally to each other.”

Harry left and Hermione sighed and relaxed in the chair. She knew Harry was not going to forgive Ginny, but what had happened could have been a lot worse. Harry was never going to forget that he could have been turned into a rapist because of the girl that supposedly loved him. Hermione felt angry and disappointed at the red-head. The Weasley witch had, with one stupid move, destroyed any chance to be with the man she loved.

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Draco looked morosely at the book in front of him. He had spent about half an hour staring at the list of ingredients for the Paracelsus potion. He couldn’t take out of his mind Harry’s guilty expression. It was not right for the Gryffindor to believe that he had taken advantage of Draco when in fact it had been the blond boy the one taking advantage of Harry’s inebriated state. After long consideration he decided to ignore Snape’s instruction to not tell Potter anything about Sally or the problem he was immersed into. Fuck Snape! Harry had every right to know what was happening, and anyway, eventually he would have to know about the Rainbow Dragons and the necessity for them to come back if the magical world was going to survive. Why shouldn’t Draco tell him now when the boy could be a valuable help for him?

The only problem was how to tell Potter about the lust spell without the Gryffindor murdering Draco as soon as he realized that the Slytherin had practically used him. Malfoy put the book away and tried to think of a suitable way to explain things to Harry. He started to doze and felt Sally carefully moving him into a comfortable position. He tried to tell her that it was not necessary, that he was going to get up and go to his bed in an instant, but his eyes closed by themselves and he supposed that a little rest couldn’t be bad.

He woke up to someone calling his name and gently shocking his shoulder. He moaned and didn’t want to open his eyes. It felt so good to have them closed.

“Draco? Malfoy? Don’t you want to go to your room? You’ll be more comfortable.”

The blond blinked lazily at the pair of worried green eyes that were hovering over him and yawned. The green eyes frowned.

“Maybe I should tell Mad eye that you’re overexerting yourself. You’re too tired and you only had been looking for some potions’ recipes, well, at least that’s what I know.”

“Don’t bother. I’m fine, just a bit bored.”

He stretched on the coach and then sat up to face the Gryffindor.

“There’s not much to do in this house, so I tend to sleep more.”

“If you say so.”

Draco smiled at the Gryffindor’s worry. Perhaps it was as good a time as ever to come clean and tell the truth. He remembered all his made over speeches and thought he was adequately prepared to confront any wave of fury on the golden boy’s part.

“Listen, I want to talk with you about something. It’s concerning what happened between us… you know… that night. There’s something you should know…”

“Wait.” Harry interrupted, frowning at the blond. In no way he was going to allow this silliness to go on. “If you are about to once again blame yourself of what happened you can forget it.”

“But it was my fault, if you let me explain…”

“It was Ginny’s fault!”

Draco gaped like a fish at Harry’s words, barely aware of the anger that had filtered in to the Gryffindor’s eyes.

“What?”

“You hear right. That selfish, obsessed brat! I’m still so angry at her!”

“You’re not making any sense Harry. How could Weasley have anything to do with this?”

“You wouldn’t believe what she did! You remember the firewhiskey?”

“Yes?” Said Draco carefully, something in his gut was telling him to be prepared for a nasty surprise.

“She put lust potion into it! According to Hermione she wanted me to realize that she can’t live without me or some shit like that! She just wanted me to fuck her and she didn’t care what I had to say about that! Can you believe it? I mean, she didn’t even ask my opinion! She just assumed that I would be only too glad to lay with her!”

Draco swallowed; suddenly he wasn’t so sure about the convenience to come out with his own confession. Harry looked very angry now.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes! Hermione would never make up something like this!”

“Granger told you this, you say?”

“Yeah. I was moping around and she found me. She wanted to know what my problem was and I ended up telling her about us. She was so upset and she told me all the truth. Apparently Ginny had just confessed this to her some days ago. Just imagine what could have happened! If you had been a girl I could even have gotten you pregnant! That would have been terrible! To have such a responsibility right now is the last thing I need! If Ginny is capable of concocting such a plan just to get me to fuck her I don’t want to know what she’ll try to do if we were in any kind of long-term relationship! I don’t want to spend my life with someone like that!”

Ok. It was definitely not the best moment for Draco to drop his tiny piece of news onto Harry. Now that he knew how bad the Gryffindor would react to news like his, complete with a future baby, he was only too glad to leave the entire burden on the Weasley girl’s shoulders.

“The… bitch! I suppose that she’ll try to excuse herself?”

“Frankly I don’t want to talk with her at all. I’m still very angry at her and I don’t want to say something that I’ll regret. I’ll talk to her when I’m calm and I’ll make it clear that I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“That’d be the best I think.”

“Yeah.”

“And… now you can stop feeling guilty over what happened?”

Harry gave him a rueful smile.

“Well, it certainly helps a lot… Only…”

“What?” Draco lifted an eyebrow at the other boy in expectation.

“Now I also feel cheated somehow! And I feel like I lost the opportunity to know you better.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened in surprise and he stood and got closer to the Gryffindor.

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Well, I don’t really think that we can act friendly as we were doing. Something has changed between us, you can’t deny it.”

“That doesn’t mean that we have to act like complete strangers now. And why shouldn’t we be friendly? That doesn’t make sense!”

Harry blushed and fidgeted a bit with the hem of his shirt.

“So, you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable if I’m too close to you?”

“Of course not! Harry I… I do like you. What Weasley did was horrible and it could have caused a catastrophe, but it didn’t. Not for me at least. I told you before, I wanted to be with you, but, well, you are straight, so I really had no chance whatsoever.”

Harry bit his lip, remembering all the embarrassing wet dreams he had had about the blond over the previous month. He looked into the boy’s eyes shyly.

“I-I do like women, but… I-I… don’t know. This time we have spent together… I think that I’m beginning to like you. Maybe I’m bi?”

“Ummm, well…”

Harry looked insecure. Draco smiled at him, ready to tell him that surely the slight attraction he had felt had been just curiosity. After all, without the lust spell, he surely didn’t feel it anymore, so he would not have to worry about that. But before he could open his mouth, without any prompting, Harry closed the distance between them and brushed the blonde’s lips with his. Draco blinked and touched his lips gingerly while Harry licked his and blushed fiercely.

“I- I just…”

“Harry!!!”

Draco turned in time to dodge the hex that was coming his way and quickly sought cover between the couches. The Gryffindor boy had already took out his wand and was casting protection shields against the flow of spells that Ginny was sending Malfoy’s way.

“Stop! Ginny stop this!”

“You! You pervert bastard! How dare you touch him!! He’s not like you! And he’ll never be like your kind!!”

“Ginny! I said stop!! Expelliarmus!”

The girl’s wand flew directly to Harry’s extended hand and she shrieked and tried to reach the blond, clearly intending to cause physical damage. Harry intercepted her and roughly grabbed her arms to contain her.

“That’s enough Ginny! You are not going to harm him!”

“Harry how could you!!”

“Shut up already! I don’t have anything to explain to you!”

Weasley looked horrified at him. Draco took the chance to slip away to the door. He wanted to be as far away as he could from the confrontation that was sure to follow. Harry only glanced quickly his way to make sure that he had not been injured and focused again on the girl.

“Listen up Ginny, I’m tired of this! You’re going to leave Malfoy alone and behave!”

“Ha-Harry, you can not expect me to not protect what is mine!”

“That’s another thing Ginny, stop acting as if we were going to marry soon! We have nothing between us! I don’t want anything with you! I’m not going to marry you and that’s final!”

The gobsmacked look on the girl’s face lasted only seconds before incredulity and anger replaced it.

“What? Don’t joke like that Harry! Why didn’t you want us to act like the couple we are? It’s not use to hide it here! You know perfectly well that when You-Know-Who is finally dead we’re going to be married! We are going to have a perfect normal family, like everyone is expecting!”

“I give a damn about what everyone wants! I’m not marrying a person that puts lust potion in a drink without a think about the consequences! I’m not marrying someone that doesn’t give a damn about what I think or feel!!”

Ginny was speechless for a moment and then the anger crept to her face again. She could not believe Hermione had betrayed her like that!

“Hermione told you?! She was not supposed to tell you! I wanted only her advice and nothing happened anyway! She had no reason to tell you!”

“No reason?! What about trust Ginny? That there were no tragic consequences makes it right for a friend to betray the trust of another? Besides, the fact that you didn’t get to do the deed doesn’t mean that nothing happened!”

“What do you mean?” The girl was confused. She had not betrayed anyone’s trust; she had just planed the way for Harry to get back to her faster. But the boy’s last statement threw her out of line.

“Lets just say that if you see Draco and I far too close for comfort you have no one to blame but yourself.”

Ginny gaped at Harry’s retreating back and felt numb all over her. Finally she screamed and fall to the floor into a tight ball, crying.
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