Unexpected Love | By : DeirdraDomain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 29039 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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The raven-haired young man nodded and followed the other boy out of the room, high-tailing it to their room where he knew Draco would be. He entered cautiously to see Draco sitting on their bed with his head in his hands. Harry approached Draco slowly and touched his shoulder.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
“The last line of the letter is what’s wrong, Harry.”
Harry blinked, not remembering what he had written, “What do you mean?”
“Well, three lines. It said, ‘There has never been anyone but you for me. Well, perhaps your son, but only because he reminded me of you. He would never want me either, it seems no one ever will.’ What did you mean by that?” Draco asked brokenly.
Harry’s face took on an anguished look as he sat heavily next to his friend and lover. “Before I realized it was him I want, I thought I was in love with you. In fact, a few times when I was low and I was convinced I would never have a chance with him, I was tempted to just give up and go after you instead.”
“So, all this time I’ve just been a substitute for my father, someone to fuck who looks like him until you can actually get him? Or was it that since you thought you couldn’t have him, you settled for the next best thing?” Draco asked angrily in a hurt voice.
“No, NO! You were never a substitute, Drake! I do love you, but you don't know how it is to be in love with someone you can’t have,” Harry said softly, dejectedly.
Draco looked up with pain-filled eyes, “Yes, I do.”
The green-eyed boy blinked at him, then it hit him. He knew Draco loved him. Hell, he had had a pretty good idea that Draco had strong feelings for him, but he had never had proof, nor had Draco said anything to him. The blond had said only earlier that day that were Harry able to love him, he would be more than happy to be with him, but Harry had never assumed that his best friend was in love with him.
Tears filled his eyes as Harry took everything in, “Gods, Draco, I never knew. I’m so sorry, I never would have written that letter had I known it would affect you so much. He doesn’t have to know it was me who wrote it, you know. I’ll be with you if that’s what would make you happy; I’ll never have a chance with him anyhow.”
Draco’s head snapped up at his words, his face angry, “I don’t want your pity, Potter.”
Harry felt his heart breaking at the hurt and anger in Draco’s voice. Tears fell freely down his face as he answered in a whisper, “I’m so sorry I put you through all of this. I never should have moved down here, I never should have gone to bed with you, and I never should have written that damn letter! All I ever do is fuck things up and now I’ve hurt you, which is something I never wanted to do.”
The blond shook his head and sighed, “You don’t fuck anything up, love. I’m sorry I lost my temper. I know you didn’t do any of this on purpose and I couldn’t help but fall in love with you.” Draco pulled the sniffling boy towards him and held him, petting his hair, “Look, we’ll figure something out, okay?” Harry nodded against his chest, “Father was interested; you heard him say it yourself. He’ll at least listen if you want to tell him how you feel.”
“I could never do that, Draco.” Harry whispered brokenly.
“You don’t have to,” a voice said from the doorway.
Both Draco and Harry looked up to see Lucius standing there watching them. After Harry had run out after Draco, he had followed to make sure his son was okay. Lucius didn’t know what had upset him so badly, but after thinking about it, he was actually quite worried. So, he had followed Harry to their room and listened to their conversation. What he heard shocked him, but in a good way. He had felt himself developing feelings for Harry ever since he had joined the Order the year before, but had pushed them out of his mind because one, the boy was his son’s age and two, he was still married. He had taken lovers regularly, and had done so the entirety of his marriage. However, he wouldn’t have been able to make any commitments while still married to Narcissa, so he had avoided taking any lovers that he felt his feelings would run deeper for. This was why all of his lovers had either been friends or people he randomly picked up in bars.
Hearing Harry admit that it was him who had written the letter and that he was willing to put aside his own feelings to make Draco, who was in love with him, happy, made Lucius realize just how deeply he felt for Harry. He couldn’t hold back any longer and had decided that announcing his presence was necessary.
“L-Lucius…” Harry stuttered.
Draco looked at him tiredly, “How much did you hear?”
“Enough.”
The younger blond snorted, “That means all of it.”
Harry paled and clung to Draco tighter. “Harry, if he were going to reject you or throw you to the wolves, he would have done so already. He wouldn’t have waited that long to interrupt, and he probably would have just left without letting us know he was there in the first place. I don’t think you have to worry about your feelings being returned,” Draco said a little bitterly.
Lucius visibly winced at the tone of his son’s voice, then smiled tightly at Harry, “I believe he’s correct, Harry; you don’t have to worry about your feelings being returned.”
The younger blond nodded and stood, “I’ll leave you two to sort this out. I’m going to go see Sev.”
Lucius moved into the room further and stood near the bed where Harry hadn’t moved since Draco stood and left. The two of them stayed there in silence for a few moments before Harry finally spoke, “You return my feelings?”
The blond decided it was safe to sit next to him on the bed and nodded as he sighed, “Yes.”
“How long?”
“Since I joined the Order, though I didn’t recognize the feelings for what they were until recently,” Lucius said honestly.
“How recently?”
“Today.”
“I see. I don’t want to hurt Draco,” Harry said softly.
“I know you don’t. What do you suggest we do?”
Harry snorted, “The only idea I can come up with, neither of you are going to like. And I shouldn’t like it, but for some reason, I do.”
Lucius raised a brow, “What on earth are you talking about?”
With a sigh, Harry explained, “To tell you the truth, over the past few days, mostly today, I’ve realized I have more feelings for Draco than I thought. I have always loved him, he knows that, but I think I’m falling for him. I’ve already fallen for you, and I know he’s in love with me. The only thing I can think of would be for me to be with both of you, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of you and, frankly, it may be a little odd to be with two men who are father and son. I mean, think about it, we wouldn’t exactly be able to have threesomes, now would we?”
The older man snorted, “I see what you mean, but why wouldn’t we be able to? It’s a little known fact, and rarely practiced anymore, but back when there were more purebloods than not, Lords used to take their sons and young male relatives as lovers.” When Harry looked at him oddly, and a little shocked, Lucius went on to clarify, “I said rarely practiced and little known; Draco and I have never touched each other sexually. I think he and I could come to a compromise for your sake, if that is what you want.”
Harry looked at him oddly for a few more minutes before his brow furrowed in thought. On the one hand, he could have them both, if that was, in fact, what Lucius was implying. On the other hand, one of them could get severely hurt from all of this and he didn’t know if he was willing to risk being the one who suffered. This was something he couldn’t decide for all of them, something Draco needed to be there to talk to them about. But Draco wasn’t there, he was roaming the castle looking for Severus.
“We really need to speak to Draco before anything is decided. To tell you the truth, I don’t even know what the fuck I want anymore. This is all so confusing. Until today, I only wanted you. And now… Now I know I love Draco almost as much as I love you and I know the both of you return my feelings. Fuck, this is so fucking confusing,” Harry said with a sigh, then threw himself backwards on the bed.
“You’re telling me,” Draco said, as he walked back in.
Harry cracked an eye open, “What the fuck is it with you two? Is it a common thing for the Malfoy men to hear full conversations about them without the speakers’ knowledge?! Is this something you’re taught from birth? Do you practice knowing when there’s a conversation about you so you can hear what others have to say about you behind your backs?!”
Both Lucius and Draco snickered for a moment before the air grew thick with tension. “I’m sorry I walked out, Harry, but I thought the two of you would like some privacy to work things out.”
“Yeah, well, as you can see, nothing got worked out. In fact, it got messier than before he knew it was me who wrote the letter!”
“True, but now we have to sort this out. I’m willing to step aside and let the two of you be together,” Draco held up his hand when Harry went to interrupt him. “Hear me out, love. You’ve been in love with him from the start. You and I were just helping each other out, fooling around. I know you care for me, I always have. I’ve loved you from the very first time you were in my bed and most likely before that. Whether you claim you’ve felt this way for me the whole time is irrelevant because no matter what, you love him more and you always will. You should be with him, especially since he loves you back.”
Lucius rolled his eyes and held his tongue, feeling the anger rolling off Harry, who was lying next to him. He winced and braced himself for the explosion that was sure to come.
“Are you quite finished telling me how I feel and planning my life out for me?” Harry asked Draco icily as he shot into a sitting position. At the blond’s confused nod, he went on, “What you failed to mention, or perhaps you didn’t hear me when I said it to Lucius, was that I’m falling in love with you, you ignorant ferret!” Draco shuddered at being called a ferret; Harry only did that when he was really mad, “And another thing, you have no right to choose for me who I’ll end up with! What if I decided it was you, and not your father, who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, hmm? And you fucked it up by opening your mouth?”
“Is that what you want?” Lucius asked softly.
Harry stared at him incredulously, “No. What I want is for the three of us to sit down and see what we can make of this mess! Draco, do you love me?”
“Well, yes, I always ha-“
Harry interrupted him mid-sentence. “And Lucius, do you love me?”
The older man just nodded.
“Right, now if anyone’s interested in how I feel, I love you as well.”
“Which of-“
“Both of you. Are you satisfied?” he bit out. The two blonds just nodded. “Excellent. Now, what are we going to do about this? I know the two of you love each other, you are, after all, father and son. This is the biggest problem of it all, actually. If you two weren’t related, this would be just fucking peachy.” Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Any suggestions?”
Timidly, Draco answered, “Actually…I like what Father suggested,” he said with a flush.
Lucius blinked at his son, then smiled in a predatory fashion, “Well, well, well. How long have you felt that way?”
“Long enough,” Draco mumbled.
Now it was Harry’s turn to be confused, because he had no fucking idea what they were talking about, “Excuse me, what are you on about?”
“Er, apparently Draco has harboured feelings for me for quite some time,” Lucius answered amusedly.
“Wh-what?”
Draco sighed and gestured to his father, “Well, you see him. You’re in love with him, you think he’s hot. How could you think I would be immune to that, even though he’s my father?”
“I- I have no idea?” Harry said stupidly, his tone making it sound like a question.
Lucius laughed, “Oh my, this is turning out to be the best visit to this castle I’ve ever had. I find out the Boy-Who-Lived is in love with me and that my only son has been lusting after me since he learned what sex was!”
“It hasn’t been that long,” Draco mumbled half-heartedly, but was ignored.
“This is too much. Sweet fucking Merlin! What’s next; Harry’s pregnant with Draco’s lovechild and they want the three of us to raise it as our own?”
Harry was beginning to get a little agitated, “HEY!” he shouted. “That’s fucking enough! Lucius, don’t you see that your words may be hurting Draco?”
The elder blond turned to his son and was surprised to see tears shining in his eyes, along with not a little amount of shame for what he had admitted. “I apologize, Draco.”
The young Slytherin nodded and sniffed as Harry continued, “And for your information, I’m not pregnant, you arse. Nor am I dying. And I absolutely loathe being called the Boy-Who-Lived. If you ever do it again, you won’t be able to have anymore children, do you understand me?”
Lucius gulped and nodded his head slowly. Draco snickered softly to himself, glad that Harry was sticking up for him. Harry noticed and turned on him.
“Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off so easily! Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”
Draco looked at him as if he was insane, “What, and tell you, the person I’m in love with, who happens to be in love with my father, that I fancy a roll around with my father?” He snorted, “Please, as if I wasn’t dysfunctional enough, Harry. That would be all people needed to find out.”
“Draco,” Harry said through clenched teeth, “I know it’s not normal, but your father already explained that…father-son thingy to me that they used to do years ago. It’s obviously not unheard of, and the Slytherins at least would have known that! You wouldn’t have been ridiculed and you should know I wouldn’t have told anyone that.”
“I was too afraid you would think I was disgusting if you found out about it,” Draco said ashamedly.
“Fuck no, that’s hot!” Harry said with a cheeky grin.
“You’re forgetting one thing, Harry,” Draco said softly.
“Huh, what’s that?”
“Father hasn’t said he fancies me. Actually, he hasn’t said much of anything.”
Harry rolled his eyes, “If he was the one to bring up the old custom in the first place, that must mean he wasn’t against it, right?”
Lucius watched the two of them with amused interest as they hashed the whole thing out. “He’s quite right, you know,” he said to Draco.
The younger blond shook his head and chuckled, “Since when do you know him so well?”
The honorary Slytherin snorted, “I’ve been sleeping with you for almost a year, Draco. I think I know you well enough, and from what I’ve seen, you get a lot of your mannerisms and characteristics from your father. One of the reasons I fell in love with the both of you, actually.”
“Ahh.”
“That is an interesting way to look at it, Harry,” Lucius said.
“I thought so,” he stated smugly.
Draco cleared his throat, flushing slightly and attempting to avoid all eye contact. “So, what do we do now?”
Harry blinked, then began to speak slowly as if to a three-year-old, “Well, since the three of us feel the same, at least you and your father seem to be lusting after each other at any rate, perhaps we should see where these feelings take us?”
The younger blond sighed and nodded. This was entirely too much for him to take in all at once, but he had no choice. Just a few days ago, he was perfectly happy fucking Harry and ignoring his feelings for the honorary Slytherin. He had had no idea that Harry had written a letter to his father expressing his love for him, and, although he knew Harry loved his father, they had never spoken about it. Having to hear out loud that the person you love loves someone else is a horrible shock to your system. Two days ago, the three of them had been happily fucking in this very bed; he, Blaise and Harry. Speaking of, where was Blaise?
To be continued next week…
Ok, I feel you've all deserved a bit of a preview of sorts since you're so good to me. -Smirks.- Next chapter you'll find out where Blaise is and what he's been doing all this time. From now on I'll post what happens next. Vaguely, of course. Oh, and if you would like to have two posts a week instead of one, let me know. The more people who beg, the better chance of getting two chapters a week. Most likely Mondays and Fridays. Thanks for reading!
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