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Broken Wings	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-39
Beginning of the end
The moment they appeared in their room, Harry noticed it. Draco had been putting an act in front of Sirius. Draco dragged Harry to the nearest wall and all but slumped in his arms.
"Sorry but I can't." Draco's voice was quiet and soft and Harry closed his eyes and tried to get rid of his erection. But Draco was in his arms and he was as hard as Harry. Their erections rubbed against each other and Harry threw his head back, sweat trickling down his cheeks.
"Merlin! I can't." He whispered desperately and placed his hands on Draco's hips before pressing his lips in the junction of his neck and shoulder. He sucked the skin and Draco protested weekly, "Harry please."
But Harry couldn't stop. He wanted to. He wanted to stop so very desperately but he couldn't control his hands that squeezed Draco's arse or his teeth that sunk into Draco's neck.
"Please. Only this once Draco. I want you so much." He begged and left a trail of kisses from Draco's neck to shoulder.
"No. Harry. Stop." Draco protested in a week voice and Harry wished he could but his lips wouldn't stop their journey.
He had just touched the first button of Draco's shirt when Draco lifted his right hand and punched Harry right on his right cheek before backing off.
Harry stared, dumbfounded at Draco. Draco was breathing hard and his eyes were alarmed. Sweat was trickling down his forehead. and the first thing Draco did was to open the largest window in the room. Harry simply stood there. He was beyond humiliated. He had just wanted to make love with his husband. There were other ways to stop Harry. Draco did not have to hit him.
Cold fury spiked inside Harry and finally he got rid of his erection.
After breathing deeply with his head stuck out of the window, Draco turned towards him. Harry had not even realized that his fingers were on his cheek. Draco's eyes widened and he walked towards Harry, his eyes guarded.
"Harry." Draco murmured softly and Harry stared at him, his eyes furious and his hands clenched into fists.
"Harry, I am sor-" Draco started speaking and walked towards him. Harry simply lifted his hand to stop his husband.
"Forgive me for wanting to love my husband Draco." Harry murmured, his voice low and controlled and his eyes boring into Draco's alarmed ones.
"I panicked Harry. The room was closed and apparition in closed rooms alarms me." Draco murmured, his eyes guarded now. He kept his distance from Harry which was a good thing. Harry was angry and his pride was wounded and he was afraid that he would do something he would regret later.
" I thought that you meant it." Harry said and then laughed bitterly, "I should have known that you didn't. You would never initiate anything unless it's absolutely necessary. I wonder Draco if I disgust you since you don't even touch me anymore. We are more like room mates Draco."
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Harry dismissed him before sighing and unbuttoning his shirt. Draco just stood there watching him undress and his cock twitched.
He breathed hard, trying to ignore Draco's presence behind him. He shrugged off his trousers and left the boxers on.
"Do you want me to put my trousers back?" He asked, his eyes on Draco.
Silver eyes looked at him desperately before the blonde shook his head and murmured, "Of course not. Why would I want that?"
"Seeing as my mere kisses disgust you, I thought perhaps I would discomfort you as well." He whispered bitterly and walked towards the bed.
This was the very first time Harry had lost his patience with Draco. It was not because Draco rejected his advances. More than a decade had passed since Harry took Draco away from that hell and even though they had been separated for a long while, at-least Draco should be comfortable with Harry's kisses, at-least he should be comfortable enough not to hit Harry like this.
"See if I touch you again Draco." The words escaped Harry's mouth as he stared at the ceiling, laid down on the bed. Draco was on the entryway of the bathroom when he spoke and the blonde froze before replying, "I apologise. You have to understand Harry that I have-"
"That you have not gotten over what happened more than a decade back, that you are so averse to me touching you that you had to hit me. I am your husband Draco. You should have just asked me to stop." Harry muttered and Draco snapped at him, "I tried. I -"
"Your protests were weak. Perhaps you have forgotten me Draco due to our separation but I haven't. I know when you mean it and when you don't. Just- just drop it, all right. Don't lift your hand at me ever again. I will keep away from you. I should have gotten used to not being able to touch you but I guess I haven't. My bad. Good night." Harry muttered and closed his eyes. The door to their bathroom slammed shut which meant that Draco was angry too.
Draco returned a few minutes later and scent of his shampoo was all around Harry. The urge to take him in his arms and breath in his neck was so strong that Harry had turn his back towards Draco and clench his hands into fists.
He felt fingers on his forearm and warned, "Don't." before shrugging them off because Draco's fingers were creating tingles in his entire body. He wanted to hold those fingers and suck them into his mouth and he wanted those fingers everywhere on his body. His cock twitched again which was a bad thing because he would just have his right hand to satisfy himself for the rest of his life.
Draco would never trust him enough, not even if Harry sacrificed everything for the blonde.
"We are looking for a suitable place for the academy tomorrow, that is if you still want to make a lab for yourself in the same building and teach the art of potions to the willing students." Harry asked sharply and he heard Draco sigh.
The next thing he knew was that lips were pressing on his head and a voice whispered in his ears, "Of course I do."
It had been a long and tiring day and now Harry would have to pretend to fight with his best friends.
The desire to catch Ginny and Sirius and whosoever was responsible for what happened to Draco was so strong that he wanted to get up and strangle his own godfather in his sleep. He was only a bit away from getting up and running towards Sirius to torture the information out of him.
Sirius was the only source of information they had right now. Ginny would just get Sirius murdered and the flee away if she realized that Harry could get him to spill everything. He couldn't be rash. He needed evidence to finish them off. Rest assured, once he has secured enough evidence, they would regret the day they decided to destroy Draco's life.
He would ensure that they do. Draco shifted close to him and he tensed but Draco didn't touch Harry and Harry relaxed again and closed his eyes.
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"What the hell?" Sirius glared at the read headed woman in his fireplace, "I told you not to contact me unless I ask you to. If I am caught-"
"Then don't get caught. Anyways, I am giving you a portkey. As soon as you are alone with Draco tomorrow morning, activate it and it will take you straight to The three broomsticks. Do it tomorrow otherwise I am -"
"All right, you stupid cunt. I will do it." He snapped at Ginny. She was utterly crazy. Harry was madly and irrevocable in love with Draco. He would never leave the blonde for anyone and now Sirius was very terrified for himself. He was just sure that somehow Harry knew. The looks that his godson gave to him when Sirius embraced Draco were enough to terrify him. Merlin only knew what he would do once everything is out of the box.
"This is the beginning of the end Ginny." He warned her and she smirked, "End of Draco Malfoy's marriage with Harry, end of Malfoy's pathetic life. Now even Ron and Hermione are supporting me. We met at The Burrow today for a family dinner."
Sirius was almost sure that they had put an act for his benefit but there was no point of speaking it out. the woman had gone mad. Nott had been smart to have backed off at the right time.
He just closed the fireplace off after taking the bloody portkey. It was in the shape of a coin and Sirius placed it on his table before laying down on the bed to go to sleep.
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The door closed quietly, so quietly that Sirius did not even hear it.
The small figure ran towards the room of the master of the house to warn them.
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