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The Words You Spoke	By : Serenitas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was through reddened eyes that Harry Potter stared out the window, wondering how his life had turned out this way. His future had been promising, his hope shining bright; despite Voldemort he had much to look forward to�leaving the Dursley�s was only the tip of the iceberg. He had come out of denial and hiding and had a wonderful boyfriend, one Draco Malfoy who he loved with all his heart and soul. He defended Draco to Ron and Hermione and anyone else who challenged him and what side he was truly on in this war. He never believe that Draco was evil, never thought that he was capable of doing the horrendous acts that he had witnessed and knew Death Eaters performed. Anyone else was more capable of it than his Dragon.
It was five years ago, five years to this very day that he had broken up with Draco and broken his heart. He knew that he had set Draco�s feet on the path that he eventually walked, in a way it was a twisted form of validation for Harry, proving to him that the evil had indeed been within the Dragon and was only waiting to come out. In his darker and more drunken moments, he admitted it was all his fault, his fault that Draco lived in the muggle world, his fault that Draco�s life was ruined, it was all him.
True to form he had fought the valiant final battle, he had gone head to head with Voldemort and emerged victorious � or so the world thought. Voldemort took more of Harry to the grave with him than was left behind. He was an empty shell�he never sought companionship, he never sought out anyone for he had nothing left inside him to give. The one person who might have been able to help him hold the tatteremnaemnants of his sanity together had been cast into the darkness and if he ever emerged�it would not be to return to the side of the one who had hurt him so.
Hermione asked him repeatedly�what caused this sudden change? He had loved Draco so much, sang his praises from the highest tower, talked of nothing but a wonderful future together with him � perhaps someday marrying him. In his mind he dreamed of when they could finally consummate their love, something more than breathy sighs and heated kisses and tentative gropes in the darkened corners of Hogwarts. The day when they could be joined in all senses of the word. He yearned for that day, looked forward to that day, craved that day. Draco and he were inseparable, the Slytherins the most accepting House of their relationship�perhaps because they also saw Harry as the one to protect them from their tyrannical and zealous Death Eater parents. They defended the two of them to the school, to the world. When the verbal blades came, the Slytherins were the ones who formed the barrier no one could cross, and on the rare occasion that someone did, they found Harry, armed to the teeth and ready to do battle for his Dragon�s honour.
He never doubted. Never. And then the tragedy came. One day, he had just left Draco after their most intense snogging session yet and headed towards Gryffindor Tower, unsuspecting of what was about to take place. In front of him was a Death Eater, and none other than Lucius Malfoy himself. Via portkey he had taken Harry into the clutches of the Death Eaters and there he left him, but not before telling Harry that Draco had led him into a cunning trap, first having to make sure that Harry was his body and soul and totally trusting him in the na�ve way that Gryffindors did before he sent the notice to his father. The grin on his face Harry remembered to this day as he assured him that it was Draco who had betrayed him and given him to Voldemort, his sacrifice, his show of loyalty to the Dark Lord. If Harry ever thought that Draco truly loved him�he was certainly deluded.
The torture Harry endured was fuzzy at best. He was subjected to the Imperious Curse and the Cruciatus Curse multiple times. He was whipped, he was beaten, he was starved, he was raped. No matter how much he cried out for help, no one ever came, and through it all he prayed for his Dragon to rescue him, for someone to realize that he was missing, but he waited for a rescue that would never come. Every day he was told that it was Draco who had handed him over, without qualms, without reservations, without question. Indeed he was almost joyful to do it. At the end of all reasoning, he finally believed, his barriers broken and shattered. Draco had betrayed him�andethiething deep inside Harry died that day.
It was many days before Harry managed to free himself, remembering a forbidden spell he had looked up. Casting the Invisibility Charm on himself, he staggered out of the encampment, away from those who took pleasure in his pain and, once he had his bearings, made his way back to Hogwarts, ready to reassure everyone that he was alive and ok, and to turn Draco Malfoy over to the proper authorities. He was still stunned in disbelief, knowing he had left him to the hands of that lunatic and his father to save his own skin.
Upon his return to Hogwarts, nothing had changed. No one had noticed him missing; no one knew he was gone. They thought nothing of the fact that he hadn�t been seen in days, figuring he and Draco were off somewhere. With a glamour he had cast, not a soul knew that he was hurt and had injuries that would kill a Troll. Coming to terms with this was the hardest thing he had ever done, and in the privacy of his room, he tended hnjurnjuries, refusing to tell anyone of the degrading and horrendous acts that had been performed on him. As he slowly healed, he was infuriated to realize Draco acted as though nothing happened. Answering the owl that Draco had sent him, he met him just before their graduation ceremony and there he broke Draco�s heart. The part of him that still had the ability to feel smirked and the shock and pain on his face. �Now he knows what it feels like.� Was his only thought. He called Draco any manner of names, called him evil, told him that their relationship was nothing. He had actually staggered back as though they were not words, but actual weapons that Harry flung at him. Harry never saw how Draco reacted to the rest, for he had turned his back on him and walked away.
His eyes hed hed him still. Those steel greyish orbs. He saw Draco�s eyes when he closed his eyes at night, heard his voice echo through his head. After the final battle, Harry couldn�t stand to be around a single living soul, couldn�t stand to talk or look at anyone. He rebuffed Sirius and Lupin; he ignored Seamus, Dean and Neville. He forgot about the Weasleys all together and he told off Hermione severely. He built a shack in Godric�s Hollow where his parents had once lived, cast warding spells around the property to keep everyone away and fell into the trap his mind built for him. Living as a recluse, uncaring about the world that passed him by, only his tormented memories for company.
This was the life of Harry Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy and Saviour of the Wizarding world.

Hermione Weasley spoke via Wizard Phone� to Blaise Zabini � one of Draco�s former Slytherin dorm mates. �So have you spoken to Draco recently?�
Blaise paused. �Yes, and he sounded not bad. He�s finally made up his mind to move on, saying that five years is enough. He will never know WHY Harry left him, but he knows that Harry will never come back to him.�

�Blaise you have to convince him to hold on! I have a cunning plan!� Hermione protested.
�I can�t do that Hene. ne. The poor guy has been through hell because of Harry. Quite frankly I�m not sure I even want them back together.�
�Blaise, Draco and Harry belong together. They LOVE each other.�
�Potter doesn�t love anyone from what I hear. He�s a recluse, a dreg of humanity, eking out a living in Godric�s Hollow. For Merlin�s sake Hermione! Hagrid lives better than he does!�
�I intend to rectify that. Now, can I count you in on this plan?� Hermione asked, determined to have her way.
Blaise let out a long suffering sigh. �All right Weasley, but I tell you this. You have seven days to get this plan of yours in action, and then results or no results, I tell Draco to move on.�
�Deal!� Hermione said triumphantly as she slammed the phone down. Scratching Zabini�s name off the list, she dialled Gregory Goyle.
��Mione, love?� Ron asked quietly from where he had been sitting/hiding and watching his whirling dervish of a wife scare the bejeezus out of him with her planning and plotting. �What if they don�t want to be helped.�
�Oh that�s ridiculous Ron!� Hermione snorted as she waited for Goyle to answer the phone. �They both want to be helped, but are too proud to say anything. That�s where we come in!�
�I know Harry �Mione and��
�You KNEW Harry.� She said pointedly. �No one knows him know. We have to�� she trailed off. �Goyle? Gregory Goyle, formerly of Slytherin House from Hogwarts? This is Hermione Weasley, formerly Granger. How are you?�
Ron muttered curses under his breath as he began to search for some muggle Tylenol that Hermione always kept around the kitchen.

Draco dreamed. He dreamed of Harry as he always did.
Breath was short as gasps and moans filled the air. He was going to die in this next moment and didn�t care. Kisses, one moment soft, one moment firm, tongues duelling for possession of hot mouthrailrailing over alabaster and bronzed flesh, tantalizing ears and nipples and fingertips. Butterfly kisses on eyelids, grabbing of hair and the tilting of heads as bodies writhed and groaned against each other, seeking ultimate release. Could a person die of pleasure?
Harry�s eyes were so green he thought he�d drown in them. His swollen lips suckled at his neck as Draco threw his head back, closed his eyes and just prayed to hold on as his fingers tangled in Harrhairhair and his other hand caressed the firmly muscled back. Only shirts were off, but hands were exploring thighs, buttocks and groin regions. Draco was more than willing and ready, but he refused to rush Harry, the one who had never known love, the one who was alien to touch. He was more than happy to let Harry explore him at his own pace, and more often than not, they enjoyed a shared climax � even if it was in their pants � but their relationship was growing and soon Harouldould be ready.
He reached for Harry�s mouth, wanting to join with him again, two intricate pieces of a puzzle that belonged together�needed each other. �Harry��
�Draco I love�.�
The alarm clock woke him out of his erotic dream. In fit of piqu�, he threw it across the room and watched it shatter into a million pieces, cursing the horrid piece of machinery. He threw one lightly musclrm orm over his eyes and sighed as he realized another day was about to begin. One more day without Harry�just like the rest of his life was destined to be. Today, he�d answer some personals ads and move on with his life. He didn�t need Harry, he just needed himself.
Checking his voicemail, he was startled to get a message from Blaise Zabini, his old friend. Picking up the apartment, he prepared for company, wondering what the hell was going on.
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