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The Words You Spoke	By : Serenitas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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No� it lingered in the air, it hung between Harry and Ron, a shroud over all that had been said, a cover over all that was being felt. No. Ron�s face showed his incredulousness, as he heard Hermione gasp at the door, but whether shock or rage he didn�t know. It came as no surprise to him to find he didn�t care. �No Ron. You and Hermione leave me now.� Harry said abruptly, words echoing in his head that struck too close to home.
Emotion slices through me
At the thought of you

I see you holding me close

I hear you pledging true
Betrayal came between us

Destroyed everything we had

I thought that you were good

It turns out you were bad
I gave you all I was

You had my heart and soul

When we were together

It was then that I was whole
Forever swam before us

Eternity a moment in time

The future was ours for the taking

We�d commit the ultimate crime
Was it love or hate that bound us?

What drew you to me?

I couldn�t breathe without you

I didn�t want to set you free
There�s been no one else since you

My heart froze upon that day

I stare into an empty void

It�s better this way

Hermione�s face drew in on itself in a fierce scowl. �No Harry, you tell me, right here, right now, out loud so I can hear you� why not?�
Harry shook his head sadly. �I can�t tell you that Hermione, do not ask it of me for I refuse.�
Ron opened his mouth to speak but Hermione trod right over him. �I heard what Ron had to say to you Harry, and I heard what you had to say, so now you are going to listen to me and listen well.
�I never had a brother, I was an only child as you know. I never had friends, never had enemies really. I had no one; I lived in an existence that was just as lonely as yours. You became my friend, became my brother, and became everything to me. I depended on you, I love you Harry. On my wedding day, you were supposed to be there running back and forth between Ron and myself telling your irrepressible jokes, calming us, cheering us. You saved me Harry, not just from Voldemort, but also from a lonely existence. I need you back Harry.� Hermione said sincerely, trying to sound like she wasn�t pleading. �I miss my best friend, I miss my brother.�
�Hermione, I can�t�� Harry said, his voice and resolve weakening. There were three words, only three that Hermione could say that would clinch it, which would make him return to the world of the living. Only three.
�Don�t leave me.� She said softly.
Harry cursed under his breath and sighed, closing his eyes. �Very well.�

�One thing I�ll never do is swallow my pride crawling back to you�� Draco blinked in startlement, his old mantra coming back into his head. In the days following the break-up, he had repeated those words over and over, resolving never to let Harry see the hurt in his eyes, the agony in his soul. As time ticked closer to when his old friends would show up with one final, last-ditch attempt to reunite him and Harry, Draco knew it would never work despite him agreeing to two more weeks. The Harry who existed now was not his Harry. That Harry had died, was gone, and left Draco on a hill with a bewildered expression on his face and tears in his eyes. He never showed his external torment to another living soul, he had a reputation as a badass bastard to maintain after all. Five years. Jayzus, five YEARS he had waited, he had mourned. Time drew out like a blade against him, drawing blood every day. They could have been together; they could have been in love. But they weren�t and Draco was a firm believer in facts, not flights of fancy.
Ringing of the bell. 3:30. They were here. Draco had decided to tell them no, decided to tell them it was over. He had rebuilt his life, rebuilt who he was, and in the end Harry Potter just had no place in his life. He ignored the cheerful greetings they waved at him, paid no attention to the looks of excitement they were passing back and forth. �I have decided not to do this.� He said firmly. �So you can take your plans and leave.�
Blaise winced as Marcus Flint wrapped an arm around his shoulders. �Not that simple Drakkie boy, you see, the mastermind behind this whole thing would be most displeased if you changed your mind at the 11th hour.�
�Who�s bloody idea was it anyway?� Draco snapped. �After five bloody years, why is Potter suddenly becoming an issue in my life again?�
�Never mind that. Come on, we�re going out!� Pansy said cheerfully. She leaned near his head, her lips kissing his ear as she whispered. �Draco, trust us. We would not see you hurt for the world. Come with us.�
�Where are we going?� Draco asked, actually hesitant.
�For a walk on the wild side.�

Harry flushed as he looked at himself in the mirror, astutely conscious of the salespeople blatantly staring at him. Whispers had begun the second he stepped into Diagon Alley. �Hermione no.�
�Yes!� she squealed. �Harry, this is fashionable and you look good.�
�I am not wearing these clothes!� Harry protested. �I feel like I�m on display. People will stare at me.�
�That�s the point.� Ron interjected. �To show people that you are back and not some hick living in a filthy shanty out in the middle of nowhere in his own filth�with a still in the living room�oh wait a minute��
�Shut up Ron.� Harry turned to Hermione. �Be reasonable.�
She ignored him. �Ron�s right Harry, no matter what you wear you are going to be visible, no matter what you do people will notice. As you can see, it has already begun, people want to see the truth of you. Therefore you have to look good.�
Harry held up a hand and faced Hermione, uncaring of the stares he drew. �Tell ME Hermione, why now? Why so suddenly. What occurred to make you choose to return me to the land of liv living so rapidly?�
�It�s an early birthday present.� She replied glibly.
�I don�t believe that for a second.� He snapped. �You and Ron and the rest of the world were content to leave me in my Hollow for the rest of my life. I had served the purpose I was supposed to, sacrificed what I had to and I was content in my solitude. Why NOW, why this day did you come to pull me out of it? Why do you suddenly care?�
�I always cared Harry.� She gestured to Ron. �WE always cared.� She let out a breath. �Now here are some very nice trousers for you��
�You always cared?� Harry sneered, his features drawing back. �Really?� He ignored the scene he was causing, ignored the worried looks Ron and Hermione passed. He was a hermit, a recluse and therefore eccentric, or insane in the eyes of many. He turned to Ron. �Do you or do you not remember yelling at me and blaming me for the death of Percy? For the death of your father? Do you not remember telling me that �It was unfair that one such as myself would live when they were good, and they deserved life?��
�Mate, I was a little overwrought with emotion at the time.� Ron admitted. �I didn�t mean it.�
�And Hermione,� Harry said with an unpleasant smile. �Lovely, dear, pure Hermione. Do you or do you not recollect blaming me for the death of Hagrid? When Dumbledore was wounded who did you blame? You called me a worthless waste of a wizard who was more useless than Longbottom and how you wished that I had never existed, then none of this would have happened?�
Hermione said nothing for a moment. Choosing her words carefully, she spoke. �It was the heat of the moment Harry, during a time of vast emotional and physical crisis. We were losing people left and right and it was hard. Tensions and tempers ran high. I apologize for those words I spoke.�
�Why?� Harry scoffed. �You were right of course. You word were some of the nicer ones that were spoken to me during that time. Sometimes I wish Draco had�ve just had them kill me, instead of betraying me and playing the fool.� He shook his head in disgust. �WOULD YOU ALL MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMNED BUSINESS AND STOP LOOKING AT ME?� he roared to those in the shop. �JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!� He narrowed his eyes at Hermione. �And that goes double for you, you meddling little Mudblood.�
Heading for the door he was halfway out when a voice stopped him in his tracks. �Running again Potter?�
A chill went down his spine as he slowly turned and his heart wrenched. He was exquisite, as amazing looking now as he was when he was seventeen � moreso since the boy had become a man. Heart thudding a painful rhythm in his chest, he drew in a breath since breathing was difficult. Life had been good to him and he glowed. Radiated good health, exuded beauty in a way that no one ever had before. �Malfoy.�

Draco had snorted at Crabbe when he tried to bring him (unceremoniously shove him) inside a clothing shop that Draco knew for a fact was frequented by Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Slytherins simply shop there, they went for the stores that sold leather, that sold black and emerald green, not pastels and ruffles. �Bollocks to that. A walk on the wild side? Not in there thank you very much.�
�Draco, DRACO,� Blaise raised his arms to the sky. �Why are you making this so difficult? You have the option of going in there or being whacked over the head and drug in.�
�Well since I have options�� he sighed. �Don�t expect me to buy anything in here. I wouldn�t buy�� he held up a shirt for exhibit A. �This paisley and flowered piece oe-wre-wrenching, vomit inducing piece of clothing for anything. I�d rather walk naked.�
�I�d like to see that.� Pansy said quickly.
�Pansy!� Blaise turned to his wife in mock indignation.
�That makes two of us.� Bulstrode winked heartily at her old friend.
Draco closed his eyes, suppressing a body shiver. He heard a commotion near the fitting rooms and for a brief moment was displeased. It took away from people looking at his ethereal self. He heard the yelling grow louder, froze when he heard the words and shook his head in disbelief. ��I wish Draco had�ve just had them kill me, instead of betraying me and playing the fool!�
He would know that voice anywhere, even if he were dead. It had haunted his every waking moment and his every sleeping second for five years. Betrayed him? How had he ever betrayed him? What was he talking about? Confusion and slight understanding were the emotions he felt first as he turned to his guilty looking friends who were huddled, holding a rapid and impromptu meeting. ��not supposed to happen this way.�
�Hermione said that all it would take��
�She never counted on this��
�Trust Harry Potter to spoil and ruin this��
�Their only chance and you know it��
�If I might intervene,� Draco drawled. �You expected me to come in, see him trying on tightly fitting clothes and things would be alright again?�
�No.� Goyle lied unconvincingly. �Not at all.�
��you meddling little Mudblood.� Draco�s jaw dropped as he head Harry call Hermione Mudblood. He saw him heading for the door and had to force himself to move. Despite having lived in squalor, despite being a hermit who had neither cut his hair nor shaved for five years, he was still thin. His body�oh that body�
Draco�s lips suckled like a babe on wine coloured nipples that hardened under him. Fingers traced the contours of biceps that were the sexiest things he had ever seen and he had a sudden urge to taste them instead. Ghosting fingers down tanned and firm flesh, smirking at the gasp of a ticklish Harry, he toyed with the navel area for a moment, before resting his hand on the bulge under the jeans and deciding to show Harry that hands were not just for writing notes anymore.
He had to say something. Now that he had seen him, he couldn�t bear to let him go without making his presence known. He had waited five years for this, and it wasn�t happening the way he thought. Harry truly believed Draco had betrayed him? When? How? WHY? �Running again Potter?� he drawled in his aristocratic voice.
Harry stopped dead and turned to him. Dull green eyes met silver as gazes clashed and sparks flew. Time stood still, nothing moved for everyone had vanished in the brief second that Harry turned to Draco. �Malfoy.� Harry said in a dead and tired voice.
For the first time in five years they faced each other, a standoff in the middle of a tacky clothing store. �I asked you a question.� Draco persisted.
�So you did.� Harry paused. �You gave up the right to me ame anything.�
�Au contraire.� Draco corrected him. �I heard something quite interesting that I would like clarified.�
�Go to hell.� Harry shook his head and headed for the door.
�Already there.�
�Then go back to it.� Harry threw over his shoulder. �You Death Eater scum.�
Draco�s jaw fell open at the accusation. As the irate and irritable Boy Who Lived left the shop, chatter began as if someone turned up the volume switch and the gossips rejoiced.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and faced Hermione Weasley and her husband. �Come with us Draco, we have something to tell you.�

Harry walked at a furious pace down the Alley, not paying attention to where he was going. People leapt out of his way or risked being trampled as his mind worked at a furious rate and he struggled to make some sense of what had happened, but all he could see in his mind was an image of Draco. Resting his forehead against the cold brick of a wall, he closed his eyes and cursed leaving his house.

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