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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Possession

I don't even know where to start. The day started off like any other Saturday, I'd slept in, taken a leisurely shower, dressed for a trip into Hogsmeade and then made my way down to breakfast. I sat with Harry, Weasley, and Granger at the Gryffindor table.
We left around 11 a.m, taking our time as we walked. Weasley and I have been making an effort to be civil, and since I know Granger is responsible for helping Harry set up his Valentines Day surprise, I can't find it within me to be disrespectful to her any more. In all truthfulness, I quite like her. Not that I'll ever admit it.
We had decided to leave our shopping till later because the third year students had all rushed ahead and were most likely buying out Honeyduke's and Zonko's. We found a quiet table at The Three Broomsticks to have a Butterbeer and had just been served when it happened.
The tavern shook and I knew right away that it was a bad sign.
Harry took off running right into the middle of it. I followed him, of course.
I may have knocked an old witch on her arse in the process, but that is irrelevant.
The sweet shop was all but destroyed. There were bodies littering the street. I moved toward Harry, but then the Death Eaters came.
And with them, Voldemort.
My course was blocked and there was nothing I could do. Weasley took up a defensive position at my back and I realized that this was as close to acceptance as I was ever going to get. He had just presented me with his back during battle. In his own Gryffindorish way, he was telling me that he trusted me. As shocking as it was, I realized that I trusted him as well.
We had made a silent pact. While Harry was busy with Voldemort, we would keep each other safe. Granger was still inside The Three Broomsticks thankfully, so we didn't need to worry about her.
It was insane. A handful of students up against grown wizards. Dark wizards at that.
We should have been killed.
I watched, awed, as all around me, the seventh year students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and even Hufflepuff, began firing off hexes and dodging the ones thrown at them. These kids had skills!
Skills we were not taught in DADA class.
It only took me a few moments to figure it out. These were the same students that had formed that little club of Harry's back in fifth year.
They had skills because Harry had taught them.
While I was whining to my father, and sucking up to that toad, Umbridge, Harry was training an army. An army that was ready, willing, and very able to fight.
The hardest part, I think, was trying to protect the younger students. Hermione had managed to gather a few of them and get them inside the tavern, unfortunately, she caught the end of a nasty curse and a got a broken arm for her trouble. Ron was hit with several different spells, ones which I might add, did not interact favourably and he was left a tinge green, and not too steady on his feet. Me, well I grew up around this sort of thing. I came out of it relatively unscathed. A few scratches, a couple of bruises, but nothing major.
All in all it could have been worse.
Harry killed Voldemort.
I have never before felt anything remotely close to Harry's magic in that instant. He was... Amazing. It was like watching an avalanche, or a volcanic eruption. Perfectly natural but at the same time overwhelming, and powerful.
The Slytherin part of me was close to dropping to my knees in supplication. If Voldemort was even half the wizard Harry is, I can better understand why my father followed him.
I can now totally understand why Severus defected.
Yes, I am rambling. But I have good reason for it. I don't wish to remember what happened next. But I know I must.
Walden Macnair tried to kill Harry. He would have succeeded too. I was too far away to do anything.
I couldn't stop him.
I had my wand raised, a curse on my lips, but I knew it was futile. Harry would be dead before my curse struck, no matter how accurate my aim.
My life was over. My future was gone. Everything I wanted, everything I had finally believed could be mine, would have died right there in the street with Harry.
But then Blaise Zabini jumped in front of the spell. He took an AK to the back to save Harry's life.
My lover lives because his ex-lover died for him.
Harry, of course, is a mess over it.
I did what I could, I took him to the Headmaster and he port-keyed us back to Hogwarts. Hermione took Ron to the Infirmary, and I took Harry to the Room of Requirement. I knew he would want to be alone, that he wouldn't want to have to answer questions, so it made sense.
The Room provided us with the same opulent bed that was there the night we first made love. There was a sunken tub in the floor full of hot, scented water, and I led an unresisting Harry toward it. I undressed us both and led him down into the steamy pool. I held him, bathed him, whispered reassurances to him and eventually led him from the tub and dried him.
On the bed were two pairs of soft flannel sleep pants. I sat Harry down and dropped to my knees to begin dressing him when I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was the first interaction he had initiated since the battle.
I looked up at him and my breath caught.
The look in his eyes was one of pure love, but underneath it was a pain so raw that it tore at my very heart.
"Love me," he whispered softly, and how could I refuse?
Slowly, reverently, I pushed Harry down on the bed and proceeded to shower him with kisses. I touched him softly, letting my fingertips just barely graze the surface of his skin. He shivered beneath me, moaning from sensation and begging me for more. I knew he needed this; this affirmation that yes he was alive; that we both were. He needed to feel, and I desperately needed to touch him.
I had almost lost him.
I was too slow, and too far away.
Zabini saved him where I could not.
I failed him then, I would not fail him in this.
I made love to Harry for what seemed like hours on end. I kissed, licked, and sucked at every part of him until he was writhing in need. Then and only then did I push my way inside him, stroking him both inside and out, making him cry out in ecstasy.
Making him forget everything except the pleasure he was feeling. The pleasure I was giving him.
I thought nothing of my own arousal; it was secondary. The only thing that mattered to me was Harry.
And hours later, when he woke crying and shaking, and calling out for a dead man, I felt my heart break just a little bit.
But I buried the pain and took Harry into my arms. I held him, and I soothed him and eventually lulled him back to sleep.
I don�t know how long it�s going to take for Harry to get past this, for him to accept that Blaise�s death is not his fault. To realize that it was Zabini�s decision to jump in front of that curse, that he was not coerced in any way.
I don�t know how long it will take for Harry to come back from the hell he has placed himself in, but I will be right here beside him when he does.
Even if I have to drag him out kicking and screaming.
I may not have been the one to save Harry�s life, but I�ll be damned before I let him waste it grieving for something he had no control over.
He. Is. Mine.
And I will have him back.
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