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Bruises & Embraces	By : Raistlin_The_Wizard Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Graveyard Showdown
Harry was so distracted that when he finally Apparated, he landed wrongly and slipped on the wet snow that covered the ground. He threw his hand to cushion the blow, which resulted in more than a few ice burns. Cursing himself mentally, the pain on his hand was nothing compared to the pain on his heart. Hermione had tried to get him to talk about it, but he didn’t want to. It still hurt too much.

Suddenly, without being able to avoid it, the image of Ginny snogging Neville behind Greenhouse 3 haunted his mind. The shock had been such that Harry had frozen, unable to say anything or look away while Neville’s hand caressed Ginny’s breasts, making her moan with pleasure. She was letting him get further than she had ever allowed Harry. Ginny was halfway undressed when she finally saw Harry.
“Harry!”

“He’s not here, babe… don’t stop… what’s wr… Harry!”
Neville had finally seen Harry too and tried to quickly pull his trousers up, ending up falling on the dirt. Harry’s rage was now boiling up. Ginny started to dress herself.
“Harry, please, let me explain…”

“Explain what? That you’re a WHORE?! How could you! And you?! I thought you were my friend!”
“Harry, it’s not like that… we didn’t plan for it to happen… but you were away all of that time… things happen and…”

Neville didn’t have time to finish his sentence, for Harry had shot him with a spell that left him unconscious. Ginny dived to see if Neville was okay, which only infuriated Harry even more, so he stormed off.

That had happened right at the beginning of the term and Harry still fumed every time he thought about it. His girlfriend and one of his good… ex-good friends. What made things worse was that he had to share the dormitory with Neville. There was always this awkward silence when the two of them were in the same place. Most people stood by Harry’s side, saying he was right to be angry and pissed off. Still, Neville had impressed a lot of people during the last year at Hogwarts. He stood up to the Death Eaters and helped a lot of the students, who now held him in high regard. Therefore, people were torn on how to act and which side to actually take. Harry had almost stopped talking to Hermione when he found out she was still in good terms with Neville. She had explained that she understood that what Ginny and Neville did had been wrong only because they hid it. She believed they were truly in love and, therefore, couldn’t blame them for that.

“Love… that slut is not capable of love… I should have known… first she’s supposedly in love with me all of those years and suddenly starts dating all of those guys… and then falls into my arms again when I allow it… cunt!”

Unconsciously, Harry had walked to the front gate of Godric’s Hollow cemetery. In the last few months, since the end of the war, he had been coming there every time he could. He knew Hermione worried about him spending too much time there, but he didn’t care. In that place he felt peace. Besides, his guilt for having survived had only increased with time and he felt he owed it to the dead to go there as much as possible and pay tribute.

He opened the gates, which creaked like a complaining old lady and headed towards the first stop in his tour. By now he knew the paths there better than the lines on his own hands. He soon arrived at his parents’ grave. The snow had covered the flowers he had brought last time. He dug them up and replaced them with a beautiful wreath, very similar to the one Hermione had conjured last year.

“I wish there was a way to bring you back. I wish I could just go back in time, save you and have the childhood I always wanted. To grow up in the magical world. To ride a play broomstick around the house. To befriend other magical kids. To be held by you.”
Harry stood there for a few more moments before heading towards the next grave. Unlike his parents’ grave, this one had a very recent look to it. The engravings on it were still very fresh.
Here lies Nymphadora and Remus Lupin

Beloved Parents.

– 2nd May 1998 –
“I’m sorry, so sorry. It shouldn’t have ended like this. You should be here for Teddy. I don’t know how I am going to face him when he’s older. How I am going to explain how you both died while I lived. You shouldn’t have made me his godfather. I don’t deserve it.”

Tears streaked down Harry’s cheeks as he talked and conjured another wreath to place on the fallen lovers’ grave. He was about to go to Sirius’s grave when something caught his attention. The sun was shining on a platinum blonde boy a few graves to the left. Of all the persons in the world that Harry did not want to see right now, Draco was probably top of the list. However, he was intrigued by Draco's presence there, so he wiped his tears and marched towards his sworn enemy. Well, once sworn enemy. After Voldemort's death there had been some kind of truce between them. Draco now lay low around the school, and he didn’t mock Harry at every chance he got. He had been one of the few Slytherins to return to Hogwarts; therefore, he spent most of this time alone.

Draco heard Harry’s steps and looked up. He quickly turned his face away, trying to hide the tears. That shocked Harry. He had been prepared to have a verbal fight with the Slytherin young man, but the sight of Draco’s vulnerability took the words out of him.

“What do you want, Potter? Come to gloat a bit more?”

Draco waited for Harry to reply, but when Harry didn’t, he just strutted away. Harry stood a few seconds there, motionless. Finally he went to see which grave had made Draco cry.
Here lies Vincent Crabbe,

Beloved Son.

– 2nd May 1998 –
Harry felt like a jerk. Truth was, Draco had lost a lot with the war too, including one of his best friends. Harry had never considered that. He decided to chase after Draco and caught up with him at the gates.
“Hey, Draco, wait!”

“Finally found your tongue, Potter? What is it?”

Grief and pain crossed the pallid boy’s face. Feelings Harry recognized all too well.

“I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for your loss. Crabbe I mean.”

“Yeah? And what do you care?”
“I just know what it feels like, that’s all.”

“Really? Last time I checked, Granger and Weasley were alive and well. How could you possibly understand, Potter?”
Draco was now face to face with Harry and once again he was at loss for words.

“When that filthy Mudblood and pest of Wealsey die, you let me know how you feel.”
Rage took over Harry and he just punched Draco, who punched him back. The two latched onto each other and rolled on the floor trying to hit one another between insults and curses.
“Don’t you ever…”

“Shut up, Potter…”
“You damn idiot. I was trying to be nice…”
“I don’t need you to be nice…”
“Yes, you do. You’re all alone…”
“SHUT UP, POTTER!”

“Does the truth hurt…”

“I SAID, SHUT UP!”

“Or what?”
Draco finally managed to shut up Harry by kissing him. There was so much hatred, so much anger, so much passion, so many feelings invested in that kiss that Harry didn’t even had time to process it. Next thing he knew, he was retuning the kiss and now they were both sharing their tongues, exploring each other with a passion and fierceness that was almost painful.

They rolled over so that Draco was now on top of Harry, pressuring his midsection against Harry’s pelvic region. Harry could feel Draco’s hardness under the trousers and noted with surprise that he had a hard-on too. Draco grabbed Harry arms and pinned them over this head in a strong and dominating movement, making Harry release a hoarse moan. Whether it was of pleasure or pain, Harry did not know. He couldn’t sort out his feelings. Draco kept kissing him and all he could think of was that he wanted to be consumed by all that fire, forget everything and just let go.

Then suddenly Draco pulled away and Harry was left in the ground barely breathing, the absence of the body pressing against his as painful as its presence had been. Draco was looking at him and Harry could see that he was as surprised and confused as Harry. Before there was a chance to say anything, Draco turned away and ran. Harry couldn’t do anything to stop him; he just lay there on the floor. The snow beneath had melted under the heat of his body and was now soaking his clothes, leaving him wet and cold.

After a long time, Harry finally got up and started making his way back to Hogwarts.
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