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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-18
The End
Draco stopped struggling when Harry disappeared through the door with some aurors. He just stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds. Father and Severus were trying to talk to him. He had no interest in talking to them. There was no point of living anymore. Harry had gone and this time Draco was sure he won't come back alive. He had not retreated his wings back since that day because Harry liked them and would stare at them lovingly and would praise him for having beautiful wings. He understood all the things Harry said but he did not want to forgive Harry yet.
That Harry could hurt another being, be that his veela mate or any other person was shocking and Harry had not been punished enough.
What kind of punishment is this, though?
"Draco. Calm down, please. We will apply for a retrial and get him released somehow." Severus stroked his hair and pressed his head on his own shoulders.
Whose punishment is it? Mine or Harry's?
Why should I suffer along with him?
"Severus, he is sweating and his heart beats are not at all normal. His wings. What is happening to him Severus?" Father asked Severus worriedly.
Why should I live when no one loves me?
"This is called self-execution, Lucius. His wings will change colour. They will change into an ugly black." He heard Severus distantly.
Draco saw no point in continuing. Years ago, Draco's human counterpart had given up and he had been reduced to lead an existence which consisted of trying to keep the will to live on one hand and trying to win Harry's love on the other. Years had not changed Harry. Years had not made him love Draco.
His human side did not want to live at all. He could feel it in his very soul. What was the point of continuing?
Why should I live?
A veela's wings were considered the most beautiful creation of god and when his mate was not there to see them, what was the point of such a beauty?
Draco would not continue to live in a world in which his mate does not love him. The hope that he had held onto for so long even when his human side had given up had shattered. His human side had lost all hope of getting love from Harry more than a decade ago and retreated into deepest part of Draco's being and his veela side had lost all hope today.
"Lucius. Back off." Severus shouted and the hands that had been stroking his hair softly retreated. Father's hands which had been holding his palms also retreated. His stretched his wings behind him and turned their colour into a very disgusting black. He could not complete such a simple task. All he had to do was make his mate love him and regret for what he had done to Draco and he could not even do that.
Harry had gone and will never come back. Azkaban would turn him mad.
If Harry would not see his wings, then no one would.
"Call a healer."
"His healer is here..."
"Healer Hermione Granger nee Weasley…."
He heard distant voices trying to reason with him. After all he was still in the court room, surrounded by many wizards and witches. They will witness his destruction. They were the ones who had led to it. Why had they not done something when he was violated years ago and what was the point to do anything now when it just hurt him?
Keeping his eyes closed, he started burning his wings. Feather by feather. Each burnt feather fell on the ground. He could hear screams and shouts all around him but he kept his eyes closed. Wings were like another limb for a veela.
"Draco, wait. Don't do this."
"Sweet Merlin, Severus. Why is he not stopping."
"Father please don't do this."
"Mr. Malfoy. Please calm down."
He tuned everyone out and continued burning his wings until each and every feather had burnt and fallen down on the floor.
Next he started with his hair. Like his wings, they were another sign of his beauty. His wings would not return unless his mate requests him to bring them back. Of course hair could just be grown magically these days but he won't do it.
He willed his magic to disappear his hair and they started disappearing bit by bit.
The shouts and cries increased but he tuned everything out.
He would die because his mate would not survive his stay at Azkaban and he would not live without Harry but he would die as an ugly man. The beauty that could not even attract his mate was of no use to him, not even in his death.
That was the moment, he heard a scream followed by whimpers.
"No, no no no. Mum, don't die, please don't leave me.. Please don't. Sirius….. noooooooo."
"Dracoooooooo"
"Please. Dracoooooo."
Draco knew that the whimpers belonged to Harry but how was this possible. Harry was in Azkaban. How could he hear-
"It is possible. Harry has not died yet and I can't leave him in pain like this. I can't rest in peace if Harry is in pain. I can't die yet."
Draco opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place. It seemed like …. It seemed like his potions lab.
"This place belongs to your mind or shall I say, my mind. I have confined myself to this place since years. I have watched Harry."
Draco blinked and stared straight ahead into the eyes of his human counterpart.
"Harry does not love me. I don't want to exist." Draco whispered in a small voice.
"He does not love me. I know he doesn't but I can't be selfish. I can't leave him on Earth in so much pain and rest in peace. My death would shatter Scorpius and my parents too. I have to consider them too."
"But my mate-"
"There are other people to consider too. Harry is not the only person I have to live for."
"But Harry-"
"No, Draco. I understand that you depend solely on your veela instincts. But Draco is made of both of us. I have aspirations and people who need me to live. Scorpius will never forgive Albus if I die. I do not want to be the reason of their breakup."
They looked into each other eyes for a few moments. Both remained adamant.
"Wings won't come back unless Harry wants them back."
Draco's human counterpart sighed and closed his eyes "But hair have to. I will not be bald just because Harry has to be a prick."
"You might think that it will be easy but it will be very difficult. I am not the only who loved Harry. You love him too."
"I know. I just want him safe. I don't want him to be in pain and right now he is very hurt."
"Okay. We need to close our eyes and concentrate on integrating us."
They closed their eyes and concentrated on integrating with each other.
The first thing that Draco did after opening his eyes was check his hair. When he found them on his head, he sighed in relief.
Next he looked around him and tried to find Albus Severus Potter.
"Draco, what's the matter?" Father asked him in a soft voice, squeezing his shoulders.
When did his father's voice become soft?
"What's wrong with you father? Have you hit your head somewhere?"
Father's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped in shock.
"Draco-"It was Severus who had called his name and he felt Severus's hands on his head.
"Why did you close down the apothecary I had started, Severus? Potion making was your passion and we had decided to open the apothecary and supply the potions like wolfsbane at lower prices so that lower income groups can purchase them too. You never wanted to be the headmaster of any school."
Severus was looking at him in shock.
"Both of you have become weird with age. I can imagine the state of Hogwarts and its students if you have become so soft Severus. Mcgonagal would have been a better choice. I want you to open that apothecary with me. We had even decided the sharing percentage of profits. Now, I will have to start all over."
Now, his father's eyes were shining that seemed like tears and Draco just stared. Never had he imagined in his wildest dreams that his father would ever shed a single tear for anyone at all. His godfather's condition was not much different. He was staring at the ceiling, his hands in his robe pockets.
"Father. Severus." He hugged them and heard a soft "Welcome back, son.
"Now, where is that boy? Albus Severus Potter. Must all Potters be troublemakers?"
"No, Potter. You won't hide behind me anymore. Face father." His son who had just kept on staring at him till now glared at the messy haired teenager who was trying to hide behind him.
"Scorpius." He had just spoken his son's name when his son came running into his arms. Last time when he had held his son, Scorpius had been barely two years old. He remembered bits and pieces of Scorpius's childhood. It would take a long time to remember everything.
"Father. Thank god you are fine. I was so scared. It's all Potter's fault. He-"
He heard a chuckle from behind him and the chuckle was followed by another chuckle. Draco turned to look at the person who was laughing at them and came face to face with Ronald Weasley and Granger. Their chuckles turned into full blown laughter.
He stalked towards them and glared at them with crossed arms.
The courtroom was empty except for his close relatives. Wizards and witches had left the court one by one when he had opened his eyes.
"Why are you giggling Weasley?" He snapped at Weasley angrily.
"That used to be Harry's pet sentence – 'It's Malfoy's fault.' And then 'Malfoy is always getting me into trouble'. It was so –"
Draco started when he heard a sob and turned his face to realize that Granger had fallen on her knees. She was crying hysterically.
His parents stood silently with Scorpius and Albus.
"Why are you crying, woman?" He asked in an irritated voice.
"Ha-Harry is gone and it's all our fault."
"Yes, it is."
"I- I-" Weasley stuttered, drawing Draco's attention towards him.
"Stop stuttering, Weasley." Draco snapped at him.
"It's all your fault, Ronald." Granger accused Weasley in a low voice. She was not crying anymore.
"Anyways, I am leaving for my café. I will need to see you for a check-up today, Malfoy. Come by. I will be waiting." She demanded and started walking away. Draco saw her wiping her eyes as she walked out of the courtroom.
"I won't visit you." He received no answer and so he turned towards Weasley who was looking at Granger with guilty eyes.
"Weasley, do you mind? I don't have time. Veela do not survive for long without their mate. I need to contact my family solicitor."
"I wanted to apologise Harry but before I had a chance, Harry pleaded guilty."
"You, Mr. Weasley are nothing like Arthur. Your father is an annoying git but is a noble and a kind man. You are nothing like him. Are you not ashamed of yourself?"
Weasley lowered his eyes in shame and Draco just stared. He had not expected Weasley to bear his father's wrath quietly.
"You lied to everyone and manipulated your wife. Your sins have forced your daughter to lead a difficult life."
Weasley replied in a low voice "I avoided this confrontation for fourteen years but can't anymore. My guilt is eating me and I can't live like this. Rose wouldn't let me die. I accept my mistakes. I accept everything. I deserved what my wife did and-"
"Father-" Scorpius interrupted him worriedly.
"Mr. Malfoy-"
Draco looked at the children sternly and they looked back at him.
"Both of you will return to Hogwarts immediately and pay attention to your studies.
"But Father, it's not-"
"Fair, it's unfair. He has got his father back after so many years." Albus completed Scorpius's sentence.
"It's fair and you will return to your school. Where is your sister?"
"She left after dad was sentenced." He stopped abruptly and continued after a pause "What about dad? " Albus started with uncertainty and sadness in his eyes.
"Harry will come back. That's my responsibility. Now, return to Hogwarts. Go."
Draco was about to turn towards Wealsey again when he found himself with an armful of his son.
"I love you, father. I love you so much. Please do not leave me again."
This being said, they left and Severus sighed "Draco, I know that you are still in danger."
Father continued, his eyes worried and his brows creased in a frown "Yes, Draco. The absence of your wings signifies that you have not forgiven Potter yet. What I don't understand is that-"
"Yes, Malfoy. Veela never survive the self-execution. They never return. What motivated you to live?"
Draco sighed "Harry's pain. He is in pain and I can't leave him like this. I can't die while he is still in danger. Prat won't even let me die in peace. Stupid git."
"Malfoy, I am sorry. I-"
"Save your apologies for someone else. They won't do any good to me. I have lost my fourteen years and I won't get them back. I did not have my mate so I can't say that I lost him. The only request I would like to make to you is that stay away from my life and let me be. I will get Harry out of Azkaban and then I want all three of you to leave me alone." Draco sneered and turned away.
Weasley left quietly after that and he found himself in a courtroom completely empty except Draco and his father and Severus.
"I want you to give your resignation from the headmaster's position and father I want you to manage our Malfoy businesses once again."
"Ok. I am off to Hogwarts then. Whatever, you do, remember that-"
"I know Harry is like your son and I won't let him die. Do not worry."
Severus closed his eyes and stroked his hair. "Take care. You are my son, too."
"I know, Severus. You have been my father in every sense of the word for past thirty four years. I understand. Do not worry. I am not going anywhere now."
Severus gazed at Draco's face as if he was memorising each and every feature and then nodded, squeezing his shoulders once. Then he left.
"Draco, I have sold out all the businesses." Father muttered and he stared at him in shock. He sighed in relief when he heard father's next words.
"I did not close the business your grandfather had started, though. Severus won't let me sell it. I have not been able to concentrate on it completely, though."
"Now, you can. I am fine now and will concentrate on my potions career. You will have a lot of time on your hands and Scorpius would want to become a business man. At least I think, he would. He resembles you more than me."
Father looked into his eyes. His father was happy and his eyes were the proof.
"You are right. On another note, I can get an appointment with Mr. Jenkins for you today itself."
"Thank you father."
Surprisingly, father came closer to him and kissed his forehead. Draco was stunned and was still standing in shock when his father left the court. It had never been easy for his father to display his emotions. Draco didn't even remember the last time his father had kissed him. The abrupt kiss left him stunned. He sat on the plaintiff's desk in a very empty courtroom contemplating his next steps.
Mr. Jenkins would definitely be able to find a way to get Harry out of that wretched prison.
With these thoughts, Draco stood up and left the empty courtroom with his hands in his pockets and his mind on Harry who was still in Azkaban. Draco could hear his screams and feel his fear if he concentrated enough.
The time was so less, both for Harry and him. He would get the git out of Azkaban and then concentrate on his gathering the scattered parts of his own life.
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Harry curled into himself. It was so cold, always cold. The grey figure approached closer and with approached his worst nightmares. All he could hear were his mum's screams and Sirius's scream when he had fallen behind the veil and Remus's dead body and Draco's screams when Harry was beating him up.
For the thousandth time, Harry screamed and huddled in the corner, trying to escape the dementor somehow. Of course, it was all in vain. There would be no escaping this time. He would suffer what he should have, years ago. Another blood curdling scream left his mouth when a hideous body of Voldemort that had often haunted his nightmares came to the forefront of his mind.
He screamed for the one man who could save him.
"Draco. Dracoooooo."
Draco. His salvation. His Veela. His love. The only witness of his past sins and the only person he desired to be with now and the only person who he could never have in his life…
TBC
A/N: The sequel 'LMHM 2- The wooing of Draco Malfoy' is up
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