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Author’s Note: I’m soooo sorry this took so long! o_O…
But here it is! The long awaited twenty-first chapter!
~XXI~
Thankfully, it was Saturday, so
Harry woke to the sounds of birds, rather than Draco’s
alarm. He sat up in bed and began looking around for his missing boyfriend. He
found him wandering around the room, picking up cigarette butts by hand.
He grinned at the ridiculous picture he made.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Counting.
Hush,” Draco replied.
Harry was silent until he had
picked up the last one. “What were you-?”
“Eight! You smoked eight of these cancer
sticks just last night!” Draco exclaimed.
“Nine, actually… one went out the
window…” he corrected.
“Nine,
then! Are you trying to kill yourself?!” Draco said incredulously.
“In case you’ve forgotten, the
first time I saw you this summer, you were smoking,” Harry retorted.
“Yes, it was just a whim though.
Just something I was doing because my father hated it,” Draco replied, “This is
dangerous. There is no cure for cancer, muggle or
magical.”
“I know that! I only do it when
I’m really stressed or upset, and I was in a very bad place last night,”
Harry snapped, “If you couldn’t tell.”
Draco sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t
mean to nag. I just worry about you.”
“Okay, Hermione…” he
teased.
Draco grinned banishing the mess
and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I do wish you’d find a less
destructive way of coping, you know.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll tell Trina to stop sending them to me. Happy?”
“Very,” Draco said smugly.
“I bet. So… what’s on the agenda
for today?” Harry asked.
“After last
night? Nothing but cuddling in bed,” Draco stated,
crawling over his boyfriend to take his side of the bed, “No visitors, no
homework, no stress, nothing.”
Harry smiled and snuggled closer
to him. “I think I like the sound of that. But good luck keeping
our nosy friends out of our hair.”
“We just won’t answer the door, so
they’ll think nobody’s here,” Draco said.
“Hmm… you’re awful,” Harry
murmured.
Draco smirked, kissing the top of
his head. “But you still love me.”
Harry blushed and hid his face in the
blonde’s chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do,” Draco said,
laughing softly.
He shook his head. “Nope. No idea.” He sat up, smirking. “I’m gay, remember?
How could I fall in love with somebody so girly?”
“Do you really want to start on
that again?” Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“I won last time, didn’t I? What
are you going to do about it?” Harry teased.
“Perhaps I need to remind you just
how much of a man I am…” Draco said, flipping them so that he was straddling
his boyfriend’s hips.
Harry’s eyes widened as he began
to panic. “Draco? What…?”
“Calm down,” the blonde said,
kissing the tip of his nose, “Just look at me, Harry.
Only at me…”
Luckily, Draco didn’t have to
worry about clothing, as Harry had stripped himself down to his boxers the
previous night. He bent his head to kiss a trail down the boy’s neck to his
chest, delighted by every slight gasp and hitch in his breathing. He paused for
a moment, making sure Harry’s eyes were glued to him, before taking one rosy
nipple into his mouth, nipping it lightly. Harry cried out sharply, arching
into the touch, silently begging for more as his eyes slipped shut.
Draco pulled back immediately. “No, love. Open your eyes.”
He obeyed, blushing, and looked up
at him pleadingly.
Draco smiled. “Good… just keep
your eyes on me.”
He dipped his head again and took
possession of the other nipple, running his fingers up and down Harry’s sides
in a feather-light caress that made him shiver and moan helplessly. He moved
his mouth up to attack his neck and sensitive earlobe with his teeth and
tongue, his hands exploring every other part of bare flesh that they could
reach until Harry was lost, staring up at the ceiling as he was reduced to
moans and gasps and pleas for more.
When Draco sat up, removing
himself completely from the boy, he whimpered pitifully. “Draco…”
“Patience is a virtue, darling,”
he replied, leaning over for a quick kiss, “Do you still think I’m girly?”
“No…” Harry breathed.
“Do you have something to say to
me?” Draco asked.
“Wha…?
Draco!” he whined.
The blonde chuckled. “I think you
have something you need to tell me, Harry.”
“What are you talking about?” he
exclaimed, more than a little frustrated.
“You don’t remember? You just said
it last night…” Draco hinted, placing soft kisses on his neck.
“Oh, for
Merlin’s-! Of course I love you, you silly git!”
he growled playfully, kissing him, “Now… can you help me out here?”
“With pleasure…” Draco purred.
With that out of the way, his
hands and mouth returned to their previous task of turning Harry into a useless
puddle of trembling jelly. He kept his actions above the boy’s waist, not
wanting to frighten him, and stuck to teasing little touches that drove him
practically to madness. When Harry growled and thrust his hips upward, grinding
their erections together, he sat back with a moan, taking deep breaths to calm
himself.
“Careful, love…” he said through
gritted teeth, “I’m hanging on by a thread as it is.”
“Then, damn it, do something,
please!” Harry begged, beyond embarrassment at this point.
Draco smirked, swooping in for a
deep, searing kiss as his hand moved to Harry’s boxers, freeing his straining
cock. He stroked it lightly at first, marveling in the
immediate reaction and the beauty of Harry’s wide, green eyes, darkened by
lust. He tightened his grip, moving his hand ever faster until the boy’s back
arched and cried out loudly as he came. He wasn’t surprised that it hadn’t
lasted long… he hadn’t been the only one barely holding on and Harry obviously
had never been touched like that by another person.
He cast a quick cleaning charm on
them both before lying down beside his gorgeous, sated companion and tucking
him into his shorts. “All right, there?”
“Better than all right,” Harry
replied breathlessly, turning on his side to face Draco, smiling, “But it
doesn’t seem fair that I get to have all of the fun.” He touched the blonde
timidly through the fabric of his pants.
Draco grabbed his wrist, a look on
his face that bordered on painful. “Don’t.”
“But…”
“Just don’t,” Draco hissed.
“Draco, it’s okay. I’m not forcing
myself,” he said, confused by the severe response, “I want to.”
Draco shook his head, closing his
eyes. “Please… just stop, Harry.”
“Why? I want to do this for you,
even if I can’t do more…” he said, trying to free himself
from the tight grip.
“That’s exactly why. You’re not
ready to do more, and I’m not confident that I could control myself right now,”
Draco stated.
Harry smiled fondly at him before
kissing his neck gently. “I trust you…”
Draco gave a feral growl, flipping
him onto his back and pinning his hands above his head. “You shouldn’t. You may
think I’m some kind of saint, but I’m not. My control is not infinite! I’m
still a man, just like- just like your uncle…”
Harry’s eyes widened and he couldn’t
the small sound of fear that escaped his throat. When Draco abruptly left him,
moving to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands went instantly to cover his
face. He didn’t want Draco to see the tears falling down his cheeks. For the
first time since the beginning of their relationship, he had been afraid of
him… Afraid of Draco. Maybe he shouldn’t have
pushed him so hard. He should have thought of how Draco felt, rather than
selfishly taking everything he gave him for granted. The other boy must have been
so tightly wound already… it was his fault that he snapped.
“I’m- sorry…” he sobbed, turning
away from him and burying his face in the pillow.
“Me, too,” Draco said, standing
and walking into the bathroom without another word.
Harry waited until he heard the
shower running before he dressed and left the room, making his way toward Remus’ quarters. Thankfully, he managed to avoid running
into anybody. He didn’t even want to think about the humiliation he would face
if he was seen crying the hallways. When he knocked on the werewolf’s door, it
was answered quickly, but it was Severus who stood before him.
“Harry?”
“Can I… come in?” he said, keeping
his eyes trained on the floor.
Severus ushered him inside and to
a spot on the newly cleared sofa. “Remus should be
done showering shortly. Did something happen?” he asked, taking a seat next to
him.
Harry nodded, fresh tears falling
now. “We were… lying down together. Doing- stuff, y’know? Well, mostly he was doing- stuff.” He could
feel his face heat even as his eyes stung. “And I tried to… but he wouldn’t let
me, so- I- I tried harder and- he… his control… broke and- I- he…”
Severus narrowed his eyes, feeling
anger rise in his chest. “Where is he?” he said in a deadly calm voice.
Harry shook his head, but a broken
sob was all that came out when he tried to speak.
The man stood. “Is he still in his
room?”
“Don’t go,” he said, trying
desperately to calm himself, “It was my fault anyway.
I shouldn’t have pushed him so hard.”
“Is that what he told you?!”
Severus exclaimed, his fists clenching at his sides, “I’m going to kill that
spoiled, arrogant, little-!”
“Who, exactly, are you going to
kill?” Remus asked, striding quickly into the room.
“Draco!” Severus snarled, “He-
Harry…”
Remus’
normally cheerful expression was replaced by one which contained murderous
intent. “What did he do, Harry?”
“No… you’re not- you don’t
understand,” he said, placing his face in his hands, “Nothing actually
happened, so calm down! He didn’t really do anything! And it was
my fault! I should have stopped when he told me to! I never listen, though!”
Remus
sat down, shoving his anger aside for a moment. “If he didn’t do anything then
what is your fault?”
He wiped his face, furiously,
wishing that he could stop bloody crying for ten bloody minutes! “We were…
fooling around a bit and I felt… selfish, because- well, you can guess, I’m
sure. And- I tried to… you know… return the favor… but he said no. And I didn’t
listen, because I never- never listen. I pushed it and
pushed it and he told me that his restraint was wearing thin, but I
just- I pushed it even more. I told him I trusted him…” He leaned back,
sighing, and shook his head at his own stupidity. “He- he snapped then… and he-
pinned me to the bed…”
They felt the anger boiling to the
surface once more.
“Please- just…” he took a
steadying breath, “He said I- I shouldn’t trust him so much. Because
he’s not a saint. He said… he- he said that he’s still a man, just like-
like- just like Vernon…”
Severus sat on the other side of
the boy, his anger losing its killing edge but not leaving. “Do you
think that he’s just like Vernon?”
“No!” Harry exclaimed, outraged at
even the thought, “He’s nothing like- but… I was afraid of him. I was afraid,
because I know that he- he could, if he really wanted to. He could have
done it right then and there and I- I wouldn’t be able
to do anything to stop him… because I love him…”
They shared a shocked look over
his head. Had their relationship really progressed so far?
Remus
smiled sadly at his surrogate son. “Have you told him how you feel?”
He nodded. “He told me he loved
me, first. Just last night. So… how could he- do
something like that after saying he loves me? I don’t want to be afraid of him,
but he’s right. He is just a man. And I’ve been taking him for granted.
His patience must have a limit, after all. It’s obvious that he’s reaching his
limit… but I can’t just- I’m not ready!”
“That is something that he is
going to have to understand,” Severus said firmly, “And he will.”
“But you didn’t see him,” Harry stated,
“He looked so angry and then… he just looked- disappointed. And then he walked
out of the room.” He rubbed his already bruising wrists, looking down at the
light purple marks, shaped perfectly like Draco’s
fingers. He hadn’t thought that he was capable of that kind of violence. He had
thought that as long as he was with him, he wouldn’t have to worry about these
kinds of marks anymore. “He was so angry… it was like I didn’t even know him…”
Severus stood and left the rooms
silently, nodding at Remus as he did.
“Harry,” Remus
said softly, “Maybe you should lie down. If you clear your head, you may see
things differently.”
“No…” he said, “It’s obvious, now.
I’m not fit to be his boyfriend. I can’t give him the things that he needs. The type of attention that he deserves.”
Remus
pulled him into his arms, letting him cry into his shoulder and praying that
Severus didn’t actually kill Draco. They needed to work this out.
He didn’t even knock. He stormed
up the stairs and grabbed his godson by the front of his perfectly tailored
shirt and threw him against the wall.
“What the hell,
Sev?! What are you doing?” Draco yelled, confused by the rough
treatment.
“Are you not even aware of what
you have done?” Severus hissed, “Or are you so selfish that you just don’t
care?”
“I honestly have no idea to what
you are referring, but please let go of me,” Draco snapped.
Severus released him none too
gently. “I thought that you were better than that, Draco. I am sorely
disappointed in both your lack of discipline and your utter disregard for the
feelings of the one whom you claim to love.”
His head snapped up at that, his
expression worried. “This is about Harry? Where is he?”
“He is currently in Remus’ quarters, having yet another breakdown
because of you,” the man stated, his obsidian eyes spitting fire, “You really
scared him, you idiot boy. Did you think it was a good idea to hold him
down on the bed and then proceed to tell him that you are just like the man who
raped him?!”
Draco blanched at the fury in his
voice. “I wasn’t thinking…”
“Exactly.
You never think,” Severus said, sighing, “I’m getting awfully tired of having
to lecture you, Draco.”
“Look, I know that what I did was
stupid and I know that it was wrong,” Draco stated, running a hand through his
hair, “And I know that I shouldn’t have just left him alone, but… I was so mad
at myself. You think that you’re disappointed? I didn’t think that I was
capable of- but I almost did. And that wasn’t even the first time.”
“You’ve done something like this
before?” Severus said, aghast.
“Once. We
had a little… drinking party and when everybody left… he was drunk and he came
on to me,” Draco said, “I came even closer then. I’m not as strong as he thinks
I am. I don’t want to hurt him, but he- he doesn’t understand what he does to
me, Sev! He drives me absolutely crazy!”
Severus smiled, raising an eyebrow
at him. “You both seem to be missing the biggest difference between you and Vernon.”
Draco simply gave a questioning
look.
“What Vernon
did, he did out of anger, with the intent to hurt and even kill Harry,” Severus
explained, “And Harry couldn’t fight back because of fear. It is different with
you. You can’t control yourself because you love him.”
“And because he’s bloody
irresistible…” Draco muttered ruefully.
“And he can’t fight you because
he’s in love with you,” Severus finished, trying very hard to ignore the boy’s
horribly awkward and inappropriate statement, “You need better communication
skills, Draco. If you give and give and ask for nothing in return, of course he
is going to think that you are entirely safe. If you never take the time to
explain how you’re feeling, he isn’t going to know what you want, what
your expectations are.”
Draco nodded. “I need to talk to
him…”
“Harry…” Remus
said, once he seemed to have finished crying, “Why couldn’t you fight Vernon
off?”
“I was too scared,” he replied
quietly.
“And you wouldn’t be able to fight
Draco off because…?”
“I love him. I wouldn’t want to
hurt him,” he said, confused by the sudden questions.
“And do you think that Draco wants
to use sex to hurt you?” Remus prompted.
“No… no, he wouldn’t do that,” he
said, giving the man a small smile as he realized what the man was hinting at,
“Draco wants to have sex with me because he finds me attractive. Because he loves me.”
“Do you still think that Draco is
capable of what Vernon did to you?”
Remus said.
He shook his head. “No… Thank you,
Remus.”
“Harry?”
He turned at the sound of Draco’s voice from the doorway. His gaze fell to the floor,
still believing that he was angry with him.
Draco walked over to the sofa,
kneeling in front of Harry. “I’m so sorry. Can we talk? Privately?”
“Severus, would you join me in my
office? I would like your opinion on something,” Remus
said, leading his lover out of the room.
“It was my fault,” Harry said,
still avoiding his gaze, “I should have listened to you.”
Draco sat next to him, pulling him
into his arms. “You’re wrong. It was my fault. I’ve been so stupid… I
promise that I wasn’t angry with you. I was mad at myself, because I started to
see some similarity between me and-”
“Don’t even say it!” Harry snapped
vehemently, grabbing his face in his hands and staring into his eyes, “You are
nothing like him! Vernon
never loved me. He only wanted to cause me pain. You’ve never once tried to
hurt me, you’ve been nothing but kind and gentle and sweet and all I’ve done is
take advantage of that. I’ve been a selfish, spoiled jerk and I don’t deserve
somebody as wonderful as you.”
Draco smiled softly, taking his
hands in his own. “You deserve the chance to be a little selfish, Harry.”
“No. That’s not how a relationship
works. You can’t be the only one giving…” he said, “You were right. You’re
still a man and I haven’t been thinking about your feelings at all.”
“But I…” Draco sighed, his smile
fading, “I almost… How can you even look at me after I
almost…”
“Draco, calm down,” Harry said,
sensing that the blonde was in a near panic, “You didn’t ‘almost’ anything. You
would never do that. And even if-” he smiled sweetly, “Even if you did, it
wouldn’t be rape because I wouldn’t ask you to stop.”
Draco’s
eyes widened comically and he sat back, gaping open-mouthed at the boy. “What…
did you just say?”
Harry chuckled, elbowing him in
the gut playfully. “You heard me. It’s the truth, though. Now, I’m not saying that
I suddenly want to jump into bed with you for a nice
shag, but… I trust you. And I believe that you would never hurt me. And I love
you, so it would be different.”
Draco embraced him tightly. “Damn
it, Harry… I honestly thought that you’d never want to speak to me again,” he
said, his voice thick with emotion, “I’m so glad I was wrong. However, I’d
still like to take things slow. I understand that you’re not ready. But… it
means a lot that you would say something like that.”
“Promise me one thing,” he said
quietly, pulling back slightly, “From now on, if you want something, just tell
me. Please stop worrying so much about how I’m going to react. I’m a lot
stronger than you give me credit for and it’s rather irritating to be treated
like a fragile little girl. Come to think of it, I believe I’ve told you this
before.”
Draco chuckled sheepishly. “You
may have said something along those lines. I promise to be more open, and I
will try to stop treating like you’re made of glass. As long
as you promise to forgive my pathetic fears and insecurities.”
“They’re not pathetic, but it’s a
deal,” he replied, grinning.
Draco smiled, bringing one of the
boy’s hands to his lips. It was then that he saw the bruises… “Did- did I do
this?” he breathed.
Harry snatched his hands back,
trying to hide them. “It’s nothing, Draco. Really.”
He wasn’t buying it. He grasped
them again and brought them close to his face for inspection. “For Merlin’s
sake… I didn’t mean- I wasn’t- I’m so sorry…”
Harry saw the despair in his expression, the wetness in his eyes, and smiled gently.
“It’s fine. You obviously weren’t thinking straight. I know you didn’t mean to
hurt me.”
Draco pressed a tender kiss to
each wrist, a few stray tears making tracks down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry,
love.”
He wiped the moisture from his
face with his thumbs. “Stop apologizing so much. And please don’t cry.” He
kissed him lightly. “That’s my thing, don’t you know?”
Draco gave a weak laugh. “You
can’t be strong all of the time. I’m surprised you’re not a blubbering mess by
now.”
Harry laughed. “No time for
blubbering. Apparently I have to take care of a big, blonde baby.”
Draco smiled at that, tackling him
to the floor and holding his hands above his head. He chuckled at the confusion
in Harry’s eyes and leaned in to for a slow kiss, lacing their fingers
together. “Never again,” he said when they pulled apart, “You will never have
to fear me again.”
“Are you quite finished?” Severus
stated, standing nearby with his arms crossed over his chest.
They sat up, grinning. “Sorry, Sev. Been standing there long?” Draco said.
“Just a few moments,” Remus replied, beaming at them, “Do you understand, now,
boys?”
They nodded,
standing and taking their leave, thanking the men for their help.
“I can’t keep up with those two,”
Severus stated, sitting heavily on the sofa, “They’re happily in love one
moment and then they are each having their own special kind of mental breakdown
and two minutes later…” He sighed, leaning his head back.
“You were young once. Do you not
remember what love is like at that age?” Remus said,
curling into his side.
“I remember…” Severus said,
smiling wistfully, “I just wish there was some way to save them all of the pain
that inevitably comes with first love.”
Remus
kissed him sweetly. “But that would mean sacrificing all of the joy, as well.
These are lessons that they must learn, Severus. Trying to shield them from
pain will do more harm than good.”
Severus nodded, smirking. “Since when is a Gryffindor wiser than a Slytherin?”
Remus
returned the smirk. “Since when does a Slytherin fall
in love with a Gryffindor?”
XXI
Wow… That all just kind of spilled
out. I’m sorry if it seems like there’s a lot of angst lately! Please don’t
hate me for it! And… well, Harry’s kind of a crybaby, and I think a lot of
people are going to be irritated about that, but you can’t go through the crap
he’s gone through and not come out just a bit touched in the head. Right? I hate to tell you this, but poor Harry and Draco are
going to go through a lot more hardship in their relationship. And Harry’s life
is going to get a whole lot worse before it can get better. But never fear!
Because I will throw in random little fluffy chapters here and there! After
all, if I write nothing but angst and drama I’M
going to end up touched in the head!
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