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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Hard Decisions
It wasn't suppose to happen like this. I was never meant to fall in love, not with a boy, and certainly not with Harry Potter. But I have. It's like some tragic play, like Romeo and Juliet, only Juliet is a boy, and this is not a story to be acted out on stage. It's real life - my life.
It should never have happened, Harry and me. It wasn't planned, I didn't set out to seduce him, I never even thought about him that way. Not until that night. I saw him at a club over the summer. Of course I didn't know it was him at the time, I mean, who would have thought Harry Potter would be in a gay club in downtown London at night? Then again, who would have thought a pureblood, snobbish, Slytherin would be in a muggle club of any sort. But we were, and that's when it started.
He was wearing an open white shirt and these slinky, silver pants. Cut so low you could almost see his pubic hair. I watched him dance from my seat at the bar and was mesmerized. Of course, I didn't know it was him at the time. After a few drinks, I got up the nerve to approach him. He looked almost as shocked as I felt when we both realized who the other was.
Anyone who tells you that Harry Potter is a true blue Gryffindor is either blind as a bat or having you on. He is as intelligent and calculating as any Slytherin I've ever met. He had me sized up in seconds and I knew it as a nasty smirk - worthy of Draco Malfoy - spread across his face.
"Well, well," he said, "what have we here? A Slytherin in a muggle club? And a gay muggle club at that. What ever would the rest of the school think should they find out?"
I knew he had me, but I wasn't going down without a fight. "Oh I don't know, I think they'd be too shocked by finding out that their boy-hero was a flaming poof to take much notice of little old me," I replied.
I expected him to panic, to bribe me for my silence. What I got instead was laughter - and lots of it. "Do you really think I care?" he asked me. "Back in second year, the whole school thought I was the Heir of Slytherin, in fourth, my best friend turned on me over a stupid tournament, I was kept in the dark the entire summer before fifth year, and last year when the students started disappearing, everyone thought it was me. Wizards can sod themselves for all I care."
I stood there, slack-jawed and silent. He had me at a disadvantage and we both knew it. I was toast. My life was over.
"Don't worry, Zabini," he said, "I'm not going to out you."
I let out a relieved breath and started to relax.
"If..." Harry said and then grinned. So much for relaxing, I thought. "If, you dance with me."
So I did. For the rest of the night.
We started exchanging owls after that. I don't really know why, except that I was intrigued with this version of Harry Potter that I'd never seen before. We met up at the club a couple more times that summer and by the time September rolled around and school started, we were dating. We kept it a secret though as I didn't want to be outed and he respected that.
I'm not sure when I realized that I loved him, that I hated to be apart from him. It might have been the first time we made love, the way he looked up at me as I slowly entered him. Or perhaps the second time, when he took me with such tenderness. Maybe it was before that, when he told me he wouldn't rush me, that he would wait as long as I needed. Maybe it was that first night in the club when I saw him from across the room in those shiny silver pants. I don't know when it happened, but I wish it hadn't.
My father wrote to me today.
I'm to be initiated next week over the Christmas break. The war is coming, the Dark Lord is at full power and he plans to attack Hogwarts during the Graduation ceremony. I'm to pledge my allegiance, begin my training and take the Mark. And I will.
I love Harry. I do, but I'm not stupid. I'm not some naive little Hufflepuff - I'm a Slytherin. Love isn't forever, family is. Power is. It would never have lasted anyway. I'm expected to marry a pureblood girl and produce the next generation of Zabinis. In the long run, it will hurt Harry less this way.
I know what I have to do, and as much as it will hurt me - and Harry - it's the only option I have. I have to break it off. I love him too much to deceive him.
Picking up my quill, I write:
Dear father,
I look forward to seeing you over break
I will not disappoint you.
Your son,
Blaise
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