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Rolling in the Deep	By : Dracoismydragon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rolling in the Deep
- 2-Played it to the Beat
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Rolling in the Deep

Chapter 2: Played it to the Beat

The ceramic mug shattered against the brick wall of the Ministry waiting room. Hermione sighed and brought her own mug to her lips. The hot tea burned her throat preparing it for the lengthy talk she knew was coming. Harry was pacing behind the couch she was seated on dressed in his best dress robes and running his hair through his already messy hair.

            “Why is he here?!” Harry shouted sliding his hand quickly over the side table sending the lamp and glass coasters to the ground. Hermione sighed again and muttered a repairing charm on everything Harry had broken since coming into the room 10 minutes ago.

“Honestly, Harry did you think you wouldn’t see him anymore? He’s the largest potions supplier for St. Mungo’s and he is a decorated war veteran, same as you. ” She took another sip of her tea. She stood and spoke softer. “Besides he’s our friend.”

“He’s not my friend!” Harry raged on knocking over the entire side table this time. Hermione put her to her forehead and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. . Since Harry and Draco had broken up, she had been Harry’s only confidant. Even Ron had shied away from Harry after the messy break up.

“ Yes, you made sure of that.” She snapped. She was sick of trying to calm Harry from bursts of raw magic and the rages he flew into every time he saw the blonde, whether it was in person or on the front page of the prophet. She knew it had been hard on Harry to see the evidence of Draco smiling and dancing out at clubs only hours after their break up on the front page of the Prophet. She also knew it had been doubly hard when Cannons keeper Oliver Wood had announced he was dating Draco only weeks afterwards. But it was getting out of control.

“Isn’t he ashamed that he’s a quidditch groupie?” Harry shouted motioning to the closed door that Draco, his date and the rest of the party was behind. Hermione drained the last of her tea and put the mug down on the coffee table. She smoothed out her long golden gown and straightened up meeting Harry’s eyes. He was heaving with rage and he looked every bit as insane as Bellatrix Lestrange.

“The way I see it Harry, you are the only one who has something to be ashamed of.” She shook her head in disappointment and gathered her gown before turning and leaving the room. After she closed the door, she heard Harry’s bellow of anger and a large crash. Normally she would have gone right back in and made sure that Harry was fine but she knew she couldn’t this time. She was making her point and it was time for Harry to realize the gravity of his actions and stop acting like the victim and start feeling guilty. She took a moment to gather herself before walking to the door of the party and into the mass of people celebrating the 7^th anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat.

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Draco smiled as Oliver Wood spun him around the dance floor with a grace that Harry never had. It made him feel slightly better to think of all the ways that Wood was better than Harry. Oliver really was quite handsome. Short brown hair, nice hazel eyes, and a body even the fittest people dreamed about.

“Are you alright love?” Oliver whispered in his ear. Draco smiled at the man but inside he rolled his eyes. The man might be good looking but he had to be the fucking dullest person Draco had ever met. If he had to hear the intricate details of a new quidditch formation one more time he might avada himself.

“Of course.” Oliver kissed his cheek and went back to leading them in tight but magnificent circles. Draco used his constantly changing view to scan the room for the guest of honor. Draco had not actually seen Harry since he left Draco sitting on his bed blubbering as Harry said it was over. Every time he looked anywhere, saw any of his friends, or any surface in his own house, it took all of his strength to not break down and melt into the pile of useless shit he felt like. Oliver was really no help. Truth be told Draco had only stayed with him after he had announced their relationship without Draco’s knowledge or consent was that Hermione had told him when Harry learned of the romance he had broken every plate in his house in a burst of wild magic. Draco’s plan was to continue on an endless string of lovers that would run to the paper in the morning but none of those articles had drawn the dramatic reaction from Harry that his dating the former Gryffindor captain had. He relished the idea that his faked happiness was driving Harry crazy. Tonight was his and Oliver’s first public appearance together and the first time he was guaranteed to see Harry. Tonight was the night that he was going to make Harry wish he had never met him.

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            Harry couldn’t think. His heart ached and his stomach churned. He was slumped against the door Hermione had walked out of. He was miserable. He had everything he thought he wanted. He had the job, the money, the power to really change the world around him. Yet every night when he laid in his bed, he felt a surge of emptiness and everything he had accomplished seemed like nothing. It didn’t matter that he caught every Death Eater, that he had reformed the ministry witness system so that accusations were thoroughly investigated no matter who the defendant was, that his son had actually made the quidditch team, that his ex wife was practically begging him to take her back. It felt worthless and he knew why.

            Taking a swig of the fire whiskey he had smuggled in, he stood shakily. He had already had more than his fair share to drink but fuck it. This was his party, his life and then his happiness that had been sacrificed for the good of the wizarding world. He could drink as much as he bloody well wanted. If not for him the majority of the people at the party would have been dead or enslaved, so they had no right to say he couldn’t. He swung open the door and poured himself out of the room. He wobbled his way to the grand entrance and stood leaning against side of the arch and watched as his former quidditch captain twirled his beautiful blonde boyfriend around the floor.

            Draco. At the mere mention of his name, Harry lost control. He had lost the majority of his friends due to his frequent outbursts. He didn’t care though. It wasn’t like he had any time for friends anyway. His job as Head Auror kept him busy the majority of the time and when he wasn’t working he was moping and drinking. The only one who had stayed beside him was Hermione but if tonight was any indication her patience was wearing thin if not completely gone. He watched his friends chat with the two lovebirds who had finally stopped dancing. Harry took another swig. He watched as they laughed together at something Ron had said and how Wood kept a tight arm around Draco’s waist, as if the blonde would disappear if he let go. He watched them for a long while not wanting to participate in the charade of the party and continued to drink the night away remembering what was.

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            Draco laughed at the diatribe Ron had given about office gossip. He had been pleasantly surprised when almost all of Harry’s friends had chosen to take his side in the break up. Just more evidence of how selfish Harry had been, Draco thought bitterly. He swiped a glass of champagne from the walking server and downed in one gulp.

            Wood had been chatting up everyone at the party and his constant dribble coupled with his vice like grip around his waist was starting to wear on Draco’s patience. He could barely stand on his wobbly knees but Wood’s voice was like a dying Kneazels moan. He had already had 4 glasses since Wood had finally stopped showing off his dancing skills. Hermione looked about as far in as he was and her furrowed brow and pout had not left since she had joined the party shortly after Draco and Wood had arrived. Neville had told another god awful herbology joke but the alcohol bubbling in his empty stomach made him give bark of laughter that would have otherwise embarrassed him. Oliver turned to scowl at him as he grabbed another glass despite his behavior.

            “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink, Darling?” His voice was gravely and his endearment sounded more like a threat than anything else. Rage bubbled inside Draco’s chest. Ever since they had begun “dating” Wood had been coaching him in the ways of being a perfect quidditch wife, something Draco completely despised. It wasn’t so much the proper etiquette he minded but the ways that Wood reminded him of his father coaching him to be the perfect heir.

            “I can drink however much I want.” Draco snapped back, looking up at Wood with a anger induced frown. The hand around his waist tightened painfully and Wood’s eyes came alive with anger.

            “Would you excuse us?” Wood said to the group keeping his eyes fixed on Draco, who had just drained the glass from earlier with a defiant look. The group stood in silence before Ron said, “Yeah, of course mate.” Before Draco could process the concern on Hermione’s face Oliver had snatched his wrist and was dragging him towards the door. As soon as they exited the ballroom into a long empty hallway, Draco found himself thrown against the wall.

            “How dare you try to embarrass me in front of our friends!” Wood whispered dangerously. The alcohol surged through Draco’s veins and made him alight with frustration. Who did he think he was? No one told Draco Malfoy to stop something.

            “They aren’t “our” friends, their mine and Harry’s friends. They don’t even like you.” Draco spat. Wood’s eyes widened and he surged towards Draco slamming him back against the wall. Draco’s head connected painfully with the wallpapered brick and he could feel the wetness of a cut coating his hair.

            “There is no “You and Harry”, he left you because aren’t anything but a no good death eaters son. You think switching at the end of the war makes you better? I’ve known those people for longer than you and they probably only hang out with you because otherwise they’d have no one else to laugh at.” The words stung, a fact not helped by the conviction in Wood’s voice. Draco’s head throbbed and he was starting to feel woozy. The only keeping him on the wall was the tense angry body that pinned him to it. “Your just a pathetic hanger on who is the easiest piece of ass I’ve ever-“

            Before Wood could finish his sentence a fist connected with his jaw with a power that sent him to the ground. Draco stared at Wood rubbing his jaw before turning in time to see Harry shaking out his hand with a grimace on his face.

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            “What the fuck?” Wood said still rubbing his jaw. Wood looked up and tense even more. “This doesn’t concern you, Harry.” He said his name like they were the best of mates and Harry’s magic danced dangerously on his skin as he looked at his former captain.

            “It bloody well does concern me!” Harry hissed before throwing himself at Wood. Hitting someone had never felt better and the crunch of Wood’s nose under his knuckles brought a smile that had been long lost from his face. He let the pain and anger and frustration he had felt the past 4 months find an outlet in the man beneath him.

            “Potter, get off of him!” Draco yelled from his side. He barely heard it over the blood rushing in his ears. He continued to throw his whole body and soul into punishing the man beneath him. He could feel his magic flowing and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that Wood was far past unconscious but he couldn’t stop.

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“HARRY!” Draco’s shriek fell on deaf ears, as Harry seemed content in his quest to turn Oliver Wood into dust. Draco could hear other people gathering but everything was blurred from alcohol and blood loss. As if the whole world was in slow motion, he saw Ron and Neville come into view and pull Harry away from Wood’s unconscious form. Hermione swam into his field of vision and was speaking to him.

“Draco, are you alright?” Her voice was almost identical to the girl that had pulled him in from the rain 8 years ago. Draco nodded but Hermione seemed to misunderstand. She called for Luna Lovegood who rushed to his side muttering spells he didn’t recognize. Draco waved her off and tried to stand. It was odd, he didn’t even remember sliding down the wall but Luna pushed him pack down.

“I told you I’m fine. How’s Harry?” Hermione shook her head.

“Aren’t you more concerned about your boyfriend?” Hermione asked looking confused, a look that rarely graced her features and looked supremely out of place when it did.

“After he did this?” Draco motioned to his head. Hermione continued her quizzical look.

“Wood hurt you?” Now it was Draco’s turn to be confused. They didn’t think… Of course they did. Honestly, he would have the thought the same if he came upon the scene they had. Luna had stopped muttering and Draco took the momentary lapse as permission. He kneeled and using his hands as leverage pushed himself up and towards the part of the hall where Harry was slurring an explanation to two very awkward look Aurors. Draco supposed it wasn’t everyday that they arrested their boss’ boss.

“He didn’t do anything! He was just defending me.” The Aurors exchanged looks. Probably trying to decide if he was lying. Draco rolled his eyes. “Honestly, do you really think I would lie for him?” The Aurors considered it. Of course Draco wouldn’t, not after what Harry had done. As they walked away Draco was for happy for the first time that his private life was front-page news.

“Draco I-“

“Save it, Potter. I’m going home.” Draco made his way away from the chaos and towards the floo room. His head was still killing him and he didn’t even want to think about tomorrow. It would be front page in black and white and everyone would look at him with the same sympathic looks they had 3 months prior. He stood in front of the fireplace and held his face in his hands letting his brows knot and his jaw clench in the first sign of distress he’d let show all night.

“Draco, are you okay?”

“No I’m not bloody okay Potter! But I’d be a hell of a lot better if you got the fuck out of my life!” He shouted not even bothering to look at the other man. He listened as he heard the familiar words of silencing and locking charms. Fuck, he wasn’t going anywhere.

            “I heard you miss me.” Harry said. Draco paused and then smiled. Fucking Hermione and her fat mouth but it wasn’t like she hadn’t told Draco things too.

            “I heard you ruined your kitchen when you saw Oliver’s announcement.” Draco said calmly still not looking at Harry. He could sense Harry’s tense body. He must have moved closer while Draco was thinking.

            “Well, rumor has it that you think of me when you fuck him.” His breath was hot on Draco’s ear and his knees had gone wobbly again. Every part of his being was screaming in lust and need while his heart ached in his chest. A single tear escaped from his shut eyes.

            “And rumor has it that your dreams came true.” His voice was cracking and he knew his eyes were coated in tears but he met Harry’s gaze with as much strength as he had left. He might have wanted it all from this man but now all he needed was an explanation and that need surged through him in a way that only his love for Harry ever had.
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