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Three Powerful Words	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does. I do not make money from this story either.

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Sickpuppy: Thanks, I fixed the tag. However, I put in COMPLETE because the story is already written but I can see why it´s too confusing. Thanks for the comment!
Kittyfivetatts: Don´t worry there will be 11 chapters in total! Thanks for the lovely comment.

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Chapter Two

This is it Draco.

No more hiding away behind a mask of any kind, willing or forced upon me. It´s all out in the open for the public eyes to dwell upon, to comment on, to ridicule me for.

No one will help me out of my misery. Even though I did not really have a choice growing up the way that I have. Being a Malfoy - a pure-blood with money, power, and obligations to strive for perfection - made it so that I would be the envy of every other wizard in our community. It doesn´t really matter that nobody likes me or respects me. Hell, they have never known the real me anyway. How could they, when I am supposed to wear a mask of hardness at all times, both in public but also with my own damn family?

I am not sure I even want someone to help me out of this misery. There was always a choice, there is in anything. I will no longer pretend that my family´s ways of living have put me here. I had my own voice, I always did. I could have said no, refused to become a Malfoy by following in father’s footsteps.

Sure, he would have disowned me for it I would have had no family, no friends, no money. How is this any different from what I have right at this very moment? It isn´t.

I could have said no to becoming a Death Eater, too.

Of course, the Dark Lord would have killed me for it, but am I not already dead? Would that not have been preferable to spending the rest of my life in Azkaban? I don´t think they will give me the Kiss I have not been too horrible with my actions. Even though I have tortured under threats, I have never killed anyone.

Had I said no if I had been strong enough to be my own man at some point in my miserable life, would Harry still have refused me? Or would he have taken pity on me, just like he did for so many others and maybe given me some of his time?

I know that Slytherins are supposed to hate him, loathe him even, but how can I, really? He is kind to everyone unless they disrespect those he loves. He is an amazing and still natural athlete, admired by most. He is funny, even though not always on purpose.

He is lazy in school, and too trusting of course - but those are hardly reasons to disregard him. He has no concept of what being a true wizard is, not really, and for that, I should feel appalled and un-attracted towards him. I don´t.

He is brave, comfortable with himself like no other, and caring. He is perfection.

He is gorgeous beyond anything, even more so because he does not know it himself. Still acting like a schoolboy, all shy and withdrawn.

He is what I want to be, what I always wanted to be. He is liked and loved, not for his fame, not only, but for who he is. Something I never will be.

Many things I regret over the years. Not telling him how perfect he truly is will always be the thing I will regret the most.

I wish I could have been a Gryffindor.

Draco sighed and leaned back into the hard, wooden chair in the middle of the courtroom. The room was filling with all sorts of wizards, some he knew, some he did not. He would not meet their eyes. He could not.

He was a broken man. He still had his money, but what good would that do, when he would be rotting away for being someone he was not? He wished he could re-do his life. He would have been someone else. He would have been himself.

Draco heard the older man speaking up somewhere in the distance, not really paying too much attention. “Is there someone present who wishes to speak in defense of Draco Lucius Malfoy?” The old wizard in charge of the Wizengamot asked over his spectacles while he glanced around. Nobody spoke and nobody moved an inch. “Very well, w-”

“I will.” Someone in the back said, loud and clear, making every head in the courtroom turn around.

Harry? He came to my trial. He is here to witness my downfall, to ridicule me for everything I have done to him in the past. I wish he could have known the real me, maybe he would have liked me?

“Mr. Potter, you may come forth to give deliver your speech,” he heard the man instruct, and Harry did.

He is addictive; everyone stops to listen to what he has to say. They respect him and his opinions. I want that, too. I want him. I have wanted him since our fourth year. I know the ridiculousness of it; nevertheless, I find myself drawn in.

Is he nervous? Why would he be that maybe the Gryffindor in him is fighting him to not be horrible to me today? The way he should be, the way everyone else would be.

“Draco Malfoy first reached out the hand of friendship the day before our first year at Hogwarts when we met at Madam Malkin´s robes for all occasions. I was a lonely, miserable boy, who had never known friendship, and who had been bullied my entire life by my own family. And Draco seemed like just another bully to me when he went on and on about the purity of blood. So, naturally, I declined any sort of friendship he was offering to me.”

I wanted to be your friend because of your natural power, not your magic or your fame, but the kind one can see just by looking deeply into your eyes. I wanted, no, I needed to be near that.

“Again, he tried to befriend me when we arrived at Hogwarts, but unfortunately for him, he did so while ridiculing my first friend, whom I met on the train; Ronald Weasley.”

I was jealous; he took my place as your best friend. He got what I wanted. I was but a mere spoiled child responding how I was raised to do.

“During the following years he tried many times to get my attention, and while we were both still in school I always thought it was his Malfoy pride talking. I didn´t realize that he had been embarrassed in public so he would revenge that by tormenting my friends and I. It was not until last year I realize that maybe it was because he still wanted to be my friend. Of course, I knew that he only wanted my friendship because he might get into the spotlight created by Voldemort when he first tried to murder me.”

It was not pride Harry, it was longing. I longed to be near you. At first, I thought it meant as a friend, but it grew to much more than that over my years of watching you from afar. Your anger was better than no attention, I needed it to survive.

“It is a fame I never asked for, nor liked at any time, regardless of what anyone else believes. It is to me a mere nuisance to be followed around by reporters trying to ask me how I prefer to take a dump.”

I know you never did. Everyone would have seen that in you if they had just looked at you properly.

“In our sixth year, I discovered by accident that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater, and even my friends believed that I was delusional at first. So, I decided to follow him around everywhere he went. I did that for a whole year.”

What? How could I not have noticed this? Oh my god, I let the opportunity to be near him pass me by, because of a bloody madman? Please no, let it not be so.

“I also had the opportunity that others did not have. I could look into the mind of Voldemort himself.”

I heard some rumours about that.

“I saw many things through his eyes. Things and actions that changed my mind about many people during that year. I saw brave people not giving in while Voldemort tortured them, and eventually killed them because he found them useless. I saw cowards turning their own family in to survive themselves. I saw Death Eaters who did his bidding. I felt what they felt as they did what he told them to.”

Nooo. He knows? Has he seen me do those things? No wonder he hates me so much. Just give me the Kiss now; the pain is unbearable to me. I need to sleep and never wake up from this nightmare ever again.

“Draco Malfoy was forced into doing things. Things nobody could ever come close to comprehending when they have never had Voldemort living under their roof. When they have never had an insane father figure who worshiped Voldemort - a man who pushed proudly to make his only son like him. They would never know the feeling of constant fear, of pressure to perform and to wear the perfect mask covering up just how you really feel. They would never know what it is to be lonely and afraid.”

What did he say?

“I had a terrible childhood, yes. I was starved, beaten, ridiculed, but mostly I was left to myself. I, too, was lonely for many years, but I once I entered Hogwarts I had friends everywhere. People who wanted to know me, to do things for me, and to act on my behalf, merely because I was famous. True, I found real friends too, and I didn´t need money or threats to achieve that. They wanted me for me, the real me, not the famous me, and for that I am grateful.”

I don´t understand any of this, what is he trying to do?

“Draco never had that same chance. He was taught from the time he was an infant to threaten or blackmail his way around getting the things he wanted. People became his friends because of bloodlines, money, and duty. He never knew who he could trust. And if he did decide to trust someone with things, he would be seen as a weakling, because Malfoys do not share emotions. Purebloods do not share emotions. The only purebloods who have been different were the Gryffindor ones, really, but even they were not raised the same ways, they were raised with love, to love. The only exception I can think of was my Godfather, Sirius Black, but he had the best friends in the world at Hogwarts, so he overcame his family’s ways. When it got too much, he fled his home and was welcomed into my own father´s home. He had an escape. Draco never did.”

Dear God, I´m going to cry, please don´t let me. How is he doing this? Why is he doing this? Why does he care at all?

“He was surrounded by hate and traditions which were not up for discussion.He had no siblings, no friends, and no allies. Could he really have turned out any different? I am not so sure he could. I pity him in fact.”

He sees the real me?

“For anything, I may have some blame in that matter. I am the one he reached out to, on more than one occasion. He tried to become my friend, to find his way out, and I wouldn´t let him. All because I was too hurt myself, to angry to see the truth - and too selfish.”

No, Harry. Nothing is your doing, please don´t ever think that, please.

“If I were given another chance, I would not have turned him down. I would have tried to make it work. I am not trying to make excuses for him, not at all. I am merely trying to paint the right picture of a man who simply did not have many chances to be any different. Just like I didn´t have any choice but to be ´the boy who lived.´”

Harry…

“Mr. Potter, this is a most impressive speech and one I would not have expected from you. We already know that you have stated in a written report that Mr. Malfoy saved your life when you were captured at the Mansion, but why did you turn up here, too?” The older man spoke again.

“Because throughout the last year I have gotten to know the real Draco Malfoy, both by following him around, but also through Voldemort´s mind. I have come to see that he is not only a stubborn, proud, arrogant bastard... well, I will not deny that he is all of those things.”

Draco tuned out for a moment; he was in shock. Harry knew the real him?

“He is compassionate; I saw him saving people last year and then Obliviating them so they could not remember it. That is not very Slytherin of him any Slytherin would want to gloat. He is brave; I witnessed his refusal to do Voldemort´s bidding more than once earning himself a round of torture. He is smart; who else would figure out a way to sneak in the Death Eaters, even though that act itself does speak against him. He is someone I should not have turned down any form of friendship with. During the past year, I must admit that he has grown on me. I no longer hate him, which I think I never really did in the first place.”

Draco tuned in again. Merlin, Harry, you never…

Draco swallowed the lump in this throat.

“Mr. Potter, how do you feel about Mr. Malfoy now then?”

“I-I… don´t… I… that it…”

Why is he stuttering?

“Mr. Potter, need I remind you that you are under oath of this courtroom to speak the truth?”

“No sir.” Harry flushed heavily.

He blushed…

“I love him.”

W-what, wait… did he just? Oh god, this is too much, how can he just, how did I not know, is he?

“You may step down Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy, if you have any last words before we retire to decide on your penalty, this is it.”

I´m crying, and I don´t even care at all. This amazing man just told me he loved me. He knows what I have done, and he loves me still?

“Yes Mr. chairman.”

Harry wouldn´t meet my eyes but surely what I´m going to say will make him look at me, too.

“I love you too, Harry.”

There, I said it, I´m free at last to be who I am. In public and private too. I feel lifted, happy and why should I not, the greatest man alive loves me, and he looks relieved that I said it back.

Maybe he feared I wouldn´t love him back? Maybe he didn´t think I would ever say those words out loud, in public. Why would I, being a Malfoy and all? Maybe he thought I would cover up and mask away my emotions.

But I am not that kind of man anymore.
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