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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-20
Silent
The court room is silent. The tension is palpable. Draco is standing in front of Harry, his own panic forgotten.
Twenty minutes have passed and Harry has been his head for the past five minutes.
"They shouldn't have summoned us."
"So what if they did. I am fine. You are fine. Everybody is fine." Draco scowls at his husband who resumes shaking his head after a second pause.
"No. They shouldn't have chosen this method to seek your forgiveness. This is no way." Harry mutters adamantly, magic crackling on his fingertips.
"Calm down. You can't just blow the entire court apart." Draco snaps at the man, half irritated, half exasperated.
"Oh yeah! watch me." Harry pauses his head-shaking and glowers at him, "They summoned us here to bloody apologize. Do you think that this is an apology Draco, do you?"
"Well, no but that's obvious, isn't it? Now can we just leave without bringing the ceiling on our head."
Harry stares imperiously at him before murmuring, "I won't hurt you."
Draco stares incredulously at him. Sometimes Harry's one track mind astounds Draco.
"That's not the point. We are going." Draco presses, his arms crossed. Harry's arms are crossed too. His eyes are adamant. What had seemed to be a summon for some kind of charge turned out to be a method to apologize to Draco. The courtroom consists of almost everyone who had ever insulted Draco at some point of their life.
"You are not going to say anything to them. Anything, Saint Malfoy."
"I am not having this discussion with you." Draco cut him off. They must look funny because Weasley was sitting directly in front of him with Granger. Where Granger had covered her mouth and was trying hard to prevent herself from giggling, Weasley was snickering silently.
"Why? I want to have this discussion here. You refuse to let me punish anyone so- so you should be the one to do the honors. Why, you didn't even shout at Shacklebolt for wasting your time and you are always scolding me for wasting your valuable time." Harry muttered, scowling at him.
"You want me to shout at them?" Draco asked, his teeth gritted.
"Yes." Harry replied insistently. his green eyes stubborn.
"Well, I don't always listen to others. It's just how I am. So I am not going to shout at anyone but you. You are wasting my precious time by standing here and arguing pointlessly with me."
"You would rather that we fight at home." Harry asked, his eyes narrowed. Draco narrowed his eyes too.
"It's not fair. You must scold them." Harry continued in a high-handed tone and Draco simply shook his head, "If you keep on fighting with me like this Harry, I am not allowing you in our bedroom tonight. You will have to sleep on the couch. I will take your pillow and blanket too you know. You will have to sleep without a pillow and a blanket."
That did it. Weasley burst out, his laughter echoing throughout the silent room. Granger followed suit and soon all the Weasley brothers started laughing.
Harry is looking horrified. Of all things in the world, this is the only thing Harry has ever been terrified of. Not being allowed to sleep beside Draco.
"You won't." Harry shook his head and Draco nodded, "I will. I really will. You remember how I didn't let you enter my dorms in the second year when you tripped father on the stairs."
"That was really unfair. Lucius is a git. He hurt you. I will do it again if he hurts you." Harry murmured quietly, his eyes blazing.
Draco sighed before muttering, "That's besides the point my dear husband. I am going home and if you don't follow me, I am not talking to you for a month."
"I am coming." Harry grumbled and glared at Shacklebolt and other members. Then he scowled at Weasleys who laughed harder before simply closing his eyes and disappearing.
Draco followed suit. A minute later, he was standing in front of his house, enclosed in one Harry Potter's strong arms. He tapped Harry's nose and spoke, "Git."
"Twat."
Together they walked inside. Harry kept on mumbling about stubborn and forgiving gits and Draco simply pretending as if he was not listening.
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Harry
I breath and I wait for him. It seems that an eternity has passed but it has only been an hour. I have brought a book on healing with me since I am sure that I am going to need it. Draco has still not come. I don't understand why he hides things from me. I will help him if allows me to. It's unfair and infuriating to relive the moment when I realized that Draco had gone to fight quirrell and Voldemort disguised as me. He wants me to ignore it but I can't.
How can I? He is the very first person who treated me as an equal. He is my best friend. We are only children, aren't we? Then why does he think that he can bear my share of battles too. Isn't his pain enough for him. Why can't I atleast help?
As I think about the change in his demeanor, someone knocks on the door and I hurry towards it. He is standing outside, his eyes cautious and his stance guarded. He doesn't want me to ask him but I must because I read a little bit about healing and the faint tremor in his fingers might be due to some curse and if it's not treated immediately, it might become permanent. I wish I knew enough to know what will heal him but I don't. Snape does and I plan to call him .
Draco comes inside and locks the door before sitting on the couch right in front of the fireplace.
"I am fine Draco. I do have some questions though." I ask, cutting straight to the point.
He looks at me with stunned eyes and I don't give him a single moment to recover, "Tell me what curse your father used. I am going to call Snape so that he can diagnose you and why didn't you use the cloak or Slyth."
Draco stares at me, refusing to answer my questions. I had expected this so I simply close my eyes and sit opposite to him and sigh.
"Okay. Suit yourself. Don't tell me. You always do. I am sending an owl to Snape." Draco opens his mouth to protest but I raise my hand, "Like I told you earlier, you simply can't stop me from helping you the way I can. Do what you must and I'll do what I must. Be quiet and stay still. Don't leave otherwise I'll have to track you down."
I look dangerously at him. I am on the verge of losing my patience. It's getting impossible now. I don't like secrets. I don't want him to hide things. I don't want him to suffer silently. He looks at me for a few seconds before averting his eyes. His shoulders are slumped and his posture is sullen and anger seeps out of me. It's unfair. Why can't I stay furious at him. But I don't let him know about the change of my mood. Instead, I kneel in front of the fireplace and decide to firecall Snape instead of sending a letter.
A moment later, Snape's head appears in the fire.
"Draco is hurt." I mutter, my eyes burning with fury once again because this man is supposed to protect Draco. He is Draco's teacher and godfather. How can he be so - so irresponsible and ignorant?
"What's happened to him?" He asks.
I bark at him, "You should know that, shouldn't you. You are his godfather, aren't you. He refuses to tell me. Some professor you are. A rat in the body a snake."
"Harry." Draco hisses and I hiss right back at him, "I hate him."
"You hate everyone. It's not right." His eyes are calm.
I glare at him, "Oh and fighting dark lords by yourself is very much sane, isn't it? And so is being cursed by one's own family during vacations. I don't understand your logic. You could have protected yourself but you didn't. I am your best friend. What curse did he cast? Don't I have a right to know this much at least?"
"If you are done with shouting senselessly Mr. Potter, please step aside so that I can come through." Drawls Snape and I glare at him before making way for him. The fact that he hasn't scolded me for calling him a rat doesn't escape my notice. Nor it does Draco's who looks silently at Snape as the man floos over.
"Harry." Draco murmurs and I ignore him. I am much too angry and worried to talk to him.
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