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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-17
Better me then you

Draco rubs his eyes and grumbles, "Harry.… go and open the door please."
"I am sleeping." He grumbles and Draco yawns before mumbling, "Earlier they bombarded me with howlers and hate letters and now they are not letting me even sleep peacefully."
"Stop grumbling Draco. Let me sleep. It's Sunday." Harry murmurs sleepily.
Draco looks at his husband. The bell rings again. Draco ignores it. Harry looks warm and cozy and Draco wants to cuddle.
"Draco." Harry mumbles and turns to sleep on his back, his hand above his head.
"Let it ring." Draco mutters and lays down on Harry's chest after adjusting the blanket.
"But -" Harry starts, his fingers sliding through Draco's hair.
"No. Ask your friends to stay away. I want to spend my Sunday with just you." Draco murmurs and wraps his arms around Harry's torso. It's been a week since they published the first book.
It was a huge success. The letters and apologies have still not stopped.
The newspapers want to take his interview. Draco is ignoring everyone. He has not spoken to Granger and Weasley even about this.
They have received letters asking them about their next book. Draco didn't reply even a single letter.
Harry turns a bit and takes Draco in his arms completely, his leg around Draco's leg and Draco sighs.
The bell rings and frustrated, Draco casts a nonverbal silencing charm.
Harry's hand caresses his back and Draco smiles on Harry's shoulder.
"Why are you smiling?" Harry asks him in a very sleepy voice.
"I wonder what their reaction will be when they read about the second year."
"They will have to collect their jaws from the floor. They can't even imagine what really had happened in the chamber of secrets that night. Ginny was unconscious so of course she didn't know. The only one who was there was Riddle himself and you. Dumbledore will never forgive himself once he reads what Lockhart tried to do. Had you not been there Draco- I can't even imagine what might have happened."
Harry is awake now and is staring at him. Draco looks back. They have gone through so much together. Draco still remembers the terror that had been in Harry's eyes that night.
" You still remember. " Draco asks him softly.
" Each and every thing. You know what he did. I didn't hide anything from you. Had you been even a bit late -" Harry stops at this and Draco kisses the corner of his lips gently.
"Try to forget it." Draco murmurs though he knows that Harry can't, "I did come at the right moment. Try to -"
"I was so innocent." He murmurs and sighs before placing his chin on Draco's head, "Leave it. He is as good as dead anyways and I am not a child anymore."
Draco sighs and drops the issue as he has always done. Some wounds can not be forgotten. They just heal with time.
"Harry. Open the door." They hear a roar that belongs to Weasley who is here yet again to torment Draco by asking futile questions from him.
"Go and talk to your friends Harry. Ask them to stop bothering me. You know everything anyways. Ask them to talk to you about this instead." Draco snaps at Harry who murmurs, "Okay." and then Draco pulls away so that Harry can leave.
A few minutes later, he gets up to start the next part.
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Draco
The reception that I got as soon as the door of the Malfoy Manor opened was expected. Father was in his study and mother was in her garden. The door was opened by the elves and I walked inside.
"Master Draco. Master Lucius is being asking you to meet him as soon as you come home." Dobby squeaks out, his eyes wide with something akin to terror. This particular elf is utterly terrified of father. He despises father. I have often heard him grumbling about how father is most cruel man he has ever seen.
"Okay." I murmur and Dobby vanishes away. I walk inside father's study. He is sitting behind a large tome of book.
"Draco." He murmurs when I close the door behind me. Whatever his faults might be, I love him. I always will notwithstanding the fact that he wants me to become a death eater.
"Hello father." I greet him and sit across him on a chair. He looks at me, his eyes blank and his back straight.
"I want to start your training Draco. I want to teach the unforgivable curses to you, starting today. You must know how to tolerate the pain as well how to cause it." Father murmurs and I lower my eyes. This is nothing I hadn't expected. Had I never met Harry, had I not promised myself to not let the darkness touch Harry, I would have refused. I would have argued with him but now I know that I must learn these curses. Even if I don't wish to cast them, I will need to build my tolerance for the pain.
A sob builds in my chest and I can barely stop myself from whimpering. I never wanted to learn these curses. I hate them. But I know that I must. One of us will have to and Harry has already suffered a lot. I don't want anything to touch him.
"All right father. When and where will we start?" I murmur once I have lifted my face to look into his eyes.
Father's face twists in horror. His eyes become wide and his lips part. I wonder why. He was the one who suggested it.
"I thought you will refuse. What exactly are you upto Draco? I had sent you to Hogwarts to study, not to get involved in such things. I would have sent you to Durmstrang otherwise."
It's my turn to stare at him, my eyes wide in shock.
"It's not upto you as to what I learn and what I don't. It's rather too late to be concerned for my innocence. I have seen too much. Just tell me the venue and time where you will train me."
Father stared at me, his eyes guilt-ridden and so began my training wherein I was crucioed daily so that I could increase my tolerance for the curse. Father's eyes are always wet when our sessions get over. This is something he will never get over. I can't empathize with him. Nor do I want to. To say that I am waiting for my school to restart is an understatement.
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Harry
The holidays were unusually quiet this time. Of course they were. I had threatened the Dursleys right in the beginning that they will suffer if they lay as much as a finger on me. I stayed out of their way just like Draco wanted and they stayed out of mine too. I ate my meals in the silence of my room, not because I was forced but because I felt no need to be in their presence. I despise them. Worse, I loath them. I want them to suffer and the only things that stop me from raising my wand and cursing them to oblivion are Draco's words and his trust that I can control my rage, no matter how rational it might be.
I chose Draco over revenge as I always will. Finally, finally the long holidays finished and I left the Dursley house. I left a few days earlier and decided to stay in a room on rent after purchasing my supplies.
Right now, I am sitting in my room in the Daigon Alley, reading Draco's letters. Draco had written letters to me over the holidays. In fact his letters had kept me going. They were full of life and knowledge. Lately the couple of letters I received were written in a messy handwriting and I wonder why it happened. Draco's handwriting is neat. In fact it's too neat to be normal. It seems that it was written with fingers that were trembling.
I wrote my reply asking him as to how is he. He had told me that he was fine but the writing is still messy and I am worried for him. Three days are still left for the train to leave.
I place the letter in my pouch with other letters and lay down, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what to do to help the blonde. Draco's cat mumbles, "meow" and settles down on my chest. I stroke it's fur and sigh worriedly. Perhaps I will come across him tomorrow when I shop for supplies.
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