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Detention can change your life	By : Pandora Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 6802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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32 Real friends

In the afternoon the Slytherin trio tried to do their homework for the next day sitting together in their common room in front of the fire place. Neither Draco nor Harry were concentrating properly and Blaise watched them more than once staring holes in the air and he was aware that both boys looked rather pale and tired. The handsome Slytherin with the black poil ail asked his friends, "What’s wrong, guys? Don’t tell me nothing, I nearly can smell distress."
The Boy-Who-Lived sighed and tried to explain, "I don’t know for sure ... It’s just that I’m feeling ... I ....damn it, I can’t explain."
The silver-haired boy shrugged and stated, "I didn’t sleep well last night. I had a nightmare about last summer ..." his voice trailed off.

Blaise Zabini looked sternly at both of them and came to the conclusion, "You can’t talk openly, can you. Always bottling up everything, both of you. That’s a very annoying habit between friends."
Harry ran a hand through his tousled black hair sighing again and spoke quietly "I’m sorry, but it’s not that easy to explain sometimes. I don’t have a certain reason ... I just feel sort of ...sad but I’m tired of repeating and explaining it again and again."

Draco stroked soothingly with his fingertips over his boyfriend’s back of the hand and told him, "I understand what you mean but if you don’t try it will be difficult to help ..."

Nodding the boy with the famous scar suggested, "Maybe we should go into my or your room to talk more privately. It would be easier to talk when we’re alone."
The black-haired boy with the ponytail voiced, "That’s a word. May I invite both of you to my room. It has a nice fireplace and a cosy fur to sit down comfortably."
The trio went to Blaise’s room immediately leaving their essays, quills and ol bol books behind spread all over the sofa and floor.

Blaise offered his friends a glass of diamond water, a sweet tasting alcoholic herbal drink glittering like a diamond, which would loosen their tongues a bit. After both of his guests drank their first sips of the sweet liquid the handsome boy with the ponytail began to speak softly "Draco, you never told me what happened to you last summer."
The blonde Slytherin looked very uncomfortable and answered the question "I got punished by my own father for refusing to join Voldemort. He beat me violently and I was hit by the Cruciatus Curse twice until the pain mase me pass out and he let go off me. Lucius locked me in my own room after that all alone. My things were removed and there was left only an old mattress to lie on and an enchanted bucket for .... "
Harry took his lover’s hand tenderly and squeezed it reassuringly and the other boy went on with his explanations "I was alone and felt so empty and lonely ... it is strange when you can’t distract yourself and you have to deal with all your thoughts ... desire for love and warmth, sadness, mourn, darkness all around you ... you feel so cold ... you cry and no one’s there to hold you ... I didn’t feel my own body after the pain of Cruciatus and I felt like dead inside ... I really wished I would die ..."

Draco shuddered, his head was hanging down and tears were running over his face, his shoulders twitching. The Boy-Who-Lived laid his arm around his lover’s shoulders to soothe him and he whispered comforting words in his ear. The black-haired boy with the ponytail took nearly shy a hand of the crying boy and stroked it lightly with the fingers of his other hand. Draco cried out his soul sobbing earnestly and it took a while to calm down resting finally his head on his boyfriend’s shoulders and he broke the silence "Both of you saw the cuts on my arms ... I happened to accidentally break a mirror on our train ride back to Hogwarts and I cut my fist at a piece of the broken mirror. When I felt the hurt and the warm blood, I felt little alive again and I took a sharp piece of my own and cut myself on purpose to feel alive ... in Merlin’s name that sounds like I’m loosing my mind if I try to explain, but that was my way to deal with the situation ..."

Blaise cleared his throat and murmured, "Your father is a bloody asshole, Drake! Other people went completely insane after Cruciatus and most of them died but you are strong, you survived it."

Harry whispered hoarsely "I know what it feels like, Draco. I was hit by Cruciatus, too. Voldemort cursed me with the second Unforgivable after the Triwizard Tournament."
The two other boys glanced at the Boy-Who-Lived surprised and the black-haired boy with the ponytail asked, "You met Voldemort and he cursed you after the Triwizard Tournament?"
The raven-haired boy with the fascinating emerald eyes nodded simply glooming darkly and seemed to be lost in his thoughts.

Draco shuddered once more and tried to get the attention of his boyfriend "Harry, why didn’t you tell me earlier what happened after the Triwizard Tournament?"
Harry sat there motionless, his eyes mirroring the turmoil of feelings whirling around in his head for a brief moment before he found back his balance and answered surprisingly calm the question "There were so many other things to tell you that I just forgot some experiences especially referring to Voldemort, the psycho."

Blaise could nearly feel the distress radiating from his friend like electricity and he said softly "Wanna talk about it now?"
The boy with the jet black tousled hair muttered, "Cedric and I happened to finish the last task together and we were portkeyed to a cemetery where Wormtail the Dark Lord’s servant awaited us and killed Cedric with Avada Kedavra. After that he bound me and used my blood for a ritual to make Voldemort alive again. It worked and the Dark Lord forced me to duel him and hit me with Cruciatus. Our wands happened to be brothers and that caused Priori Incantantem making Voldemort’s or better his wand’s last victims appear as ghosts for example Cedric Diggory and my parents. Cedric asked me for his last favour to bring his dead body back to his parents and the ghosts helped me to escape with the portkey."

"Harry, you don’t feel guilty for Cedric’s death, don’t you?" asked Blaise watching his friend carefully and hitting a sensible spot with that single question. The dark-haired boy with the tousled hair hid his eyes and didn’t answer, his shoulders were twitching traitorous. Draco took gently his boyfriend’s face into his hands and forced him to look in his ice-blue eyes. Noticing the tears that filled the glittering green eyes he whispered, "It wasn’t your fault, love!"
Harry fought back his tears and muttered tonelessly "But I feel guilty for that and for so many other things I can’t count ... my parents would be still alive if I hadn’t lead Voldemort on their path, Cedric and so many other people could be still alive, my uncle and my aunt wouldn’t have touched or hurt me if I wouldn’t have been so evil and freaky and at least I’m poison for Drake. He’d deserve a boyfriend who can give him all the love he needs and not me, making only more problems ...I’m always destroying everything ... Look what happens right now. It was his turn to be comforted and I say something and all attention is drawn back from him to me instead."

Draco sighed deeply and spoke patiently "Harry, you have already comforted me. I need exactly you and your love because you are sort of a soul-mate. We are so similar in the way we feel that we can understand each other without many words most of the time. You can give me something that nobody else could ever give me, that deep understanding and the love between us. You are a part of me and without you I’m lost ..."
Harry leant forward and buried his face at his lover’s chest hugging him desperately and the blonde wrapped his arms around his boyfriend gently both boys crying noiselessly.

Blaise sat there stunned and felt tears welling up in his eyes trying to blink them away angrily thinking: ‘Good friend I am, crying while I am trying to help them. Great thing to do, really enchanting.`
The dark-haired Slytherin with the ponytail shrugged and embraced both boys letting himself go and for some odd reason the three boys cried together reaching a rather rare but very high level of true friendship. All three boys felt better after a while and Blaise sniffled, "I’m sorry for loosing it. I’m not that sentimental normally but seeing both of you cry together like that made me feel like crying too and I couldn’t help myself to stop it."
Harry smiled one of his rare smiles and said softly "Oh come on, Blaise. Who said never bottle up everything?"
The boy with the ponytail grimaced and stated, "I did. Besides I never said that I do it better. Knowing alone isn’t enough."
The young Malfoy found back his usual Malfoy Smirk and came to the conclusion "Maybe that’s the reason why we are good friends now. We are all similar in certain things and we can understand each other better than others ever would be able to."

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