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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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I�m not JK Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy or anything remotely related to it. I have a new job and real life is intruding on my little world o� writing, so here is the new chapter. Enjoy! The graphic chapter is coming�VERY soon!

There were few things that could shock Draco into complete silence and utter submission, but after Harry�s outburst, he was willing to follow Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron and hear what she had to say. He ignored the entourage surrounding them, ignored everything until he had a good shot of Firewhiskey (bottle left on table of course) in front of him and a shaky breath drawn in. �Ok Weasley, you are behind this gambit and now I want to know what the hell is going on? What in the name of all wizarding kind was he talking about back there? Have the years truly been so cruel to him?� he shot one question after another at an uncomfortable looking Hermione, pausing only to toss back another shot.
�You saw for yourself what the years have done to him.� Ron sighed as he fought with Draco for possession of the bottle. �He�s practically incoherent, certainly unpleasant but he has a few things he�s drop dead certain about.�
�And one of them is that you betrayed him.� Hermione joined in. �I don�t know the details because he won�t tell me, but one thing he kept telling us over and over today was that you betrayed him just before graduation, led him into the clutches of Death Eaters who performed unspeakable acts on him. He managed to escape after some time, and when he made it back to Hogwarts not a soul knew he had been missing and you acted like nothing had changed.� She hesitated. �Draco��
�Did you betray him? If you did then so help me I�ll�� Ron shook a fist towards Malfoy.
�You�ll wave your paw at me? Really Weasleys, one would have thought that your intelligence was greater than that, but Granger, it seems that upon marrying into the Weasel Clan your IQ such as it was dropped to lower than even I could have imagined.� Draco threw his glass, taking satisfaction in the tinkling it made as it showered the floor with shards. Lifting the bottle to his mouth in a most un-Malfoyish fashion, he drank deeply.
�I have to know�did you��
�No I never betrayed him!� Draco hollered. �I loved the git! I turned my back on my father and my family and everything I had been brought up to believe for the bloody bastard! I risked the endangerment of my life and limbs many times because I chose to follow the goddamned light and the frigging light just happened to be Harry Poncey Potter!� he beat the table with a fist. �I never knew he was gone! I never knew anything! We had been having some problems lately and we decided to take a breather for a few days, things were so intense, so strong and we weren�t ready for them! Hell we were only seventeen�who�s ready for anything that emotional at that age?�
�None of us noticed anything either though. He was still there.� Ron mumbled, the whiskey starting to soak his brain.
�Lay off the liquor Ronald.� Hermione said sternly. �I don�t feel like having to levitate you home in front of the children again you drunken souse.�
�I am not a drunken souse! I enjoy a drop of the drink from time to time �Mione but that doesn�t mean��
�Oh yes it does Ronald Weasley.�
�Don�t use my name like that! You only do it when I�m in trouble!�
�You are in trouble! Honestly! Why did I ever marry you?� Hermione threw up her hands in exasperation.
�Because I SAID YES!� Ron roared.
�I never asked you to marry me!� Hermione protested.
�I did the right honourable thing because you were up the duff!�
�Ron!� Hermione gasped, shocked.
Draco cleared his throat, not even trying to hide the smile on his face. �As amusing as this entire argument is, could we get back to the current problem that I am having with one Harry Potter?�
�Having?� Hermione�s head whipped around. �Does that mean you haven�t given up the ghost then?�
�Apparently not.� Draco smirked.

Harry wandered aimlessly through Diagon Alley, uncaring of the whispers and stares that followed him. In disgust he went into Knockturn Alley, perhaps he would be able to find some memory Potion that would allow him to forget, to sink into blissful oblivion. All he yearned for was to forget, and now the image of Draco and what he looked like now would haunt him. Hands so delicate, fingers so long and made for touches and caresses. Full lips set on a pale face that he could kiss until Armageddon and not tire of it, eyes, as deep and sharp and piercing as ever�the eyes of his beloved. Penetrating eyes that he�d stare into for hours and swear he was looking into heaven. The baby fine blonde hair that had darkened slightly with age, worn a bit longer and not gelled back, making him yearn to bury his face in it, to touch it. His body�tall and firm, in clothes that both revealed and hid, muscles evident but not bulging. Truly Draco was a fine, fine man and Harry had foolishly let him go.
�He could never feel a thing for me.� Harry snorted at the thought. �Looking the way he does? I sincerely doubt it. He probably has to beat people off with a stick, and then there�s me. The dregs of humanity, the reject of it. Society has no place for me, so I�m better off in my hut.�
�Still thinking only of yourself�Mr. Potter?�
Harry�s head snapped around as he met the hawklike and intimidating stare of his former Potions Master. �Professor Snape?�
Severus Snape smirked and bowed his head slightly. �As I live and breathe, Harry Potter. I heard you were a recluse, hiding away in Godric�s Hollow and had let yourself go to seed, but I never truly believed it until now. You look like hell, but then again you never were one to win a fashion show.�
�Still as pleasant as ever.� Harry muttered. �Look Snape, I�m not the cowering little Gryffindork I once was so if you don�t mind, just lay the hell off.�
�I�m not the one who was standing in the middle of Knockturn Alley talking aloud to thin air like a mindless idiot�you really haven�t changed, have you?� Snape shook his head.
�It�s not like you care.� Harry turned to leave. �So if you�ll excuse me��
�I don�t think so Mr. Potter.� Snape reached out and clamped a firm but unyielding hand on Harry�s wrist. �I think it�s time we had a long overdue conversation.�
�The war is over, there is nothing to talk about.� Harry fought to free his hand. �I want to go home so leave me alone.�
�Oh I think there is. I have something I need to tell you that you are not going to want to hear, and in return you are going to tell me what it was that you did that got Draco Malfoy to fall in love with you.�
Harry stopped fighting. �Why is everyone trying so hard to get me back together with the git? He can sod off for all I care and so can you!�
�Very articulate.� Snape sneered. �But ineffective.�
�How the hell did you know where to find me anyway?�
�I have my ways, and so does Dumbledore. I�m just glad I got to you before that meddling old coot did.� Snape shook his head. �You�d think he�d learn by now��
�Look Snape, I tire of this. I don�t like people, I don�t like crowds, I don�t like humanity and I don�t like you.�
�The feelings are of course, mutual.�
�So let me go and bugger off.�
�No.�
Harry closed his eyes in frustration, recognizing that stubborn and set glint in his former Professor�s eyes. Snape was bound and determined to speak and he was hell bent that Harry would listen and nothing Harry could do would change his mind. Cursing all Slytherins, he followed (also since Snape hadn�t released his hand).

Draco Apparated outside of Godric�s Hollow, remembering Hermione�s warning that Harry had the place heavily warded against intruders. He saw the state of the Hollow, saw the so-called house that Harry lived in and his jaw dropped. Picking his way through the snake-infested long grass, he kicked gnomes out of his way as he crept up the back steps of the diaplated place, praying it wouldn�t fall down on his head. His eyebrows tried to creep off his forehead when he saw the inside, convinced that a tornado had run rampant through it. �There are no tornados in England.� He thought. �Harry lives in squalor like a pig.� She shook his head again. This is what his loved one had sunk to? These depths after he had left Draco?
The smell inside was almost rancid as Draco wrinkled his nose delicately. Venturing further in the poor excuse for an abode, the floor caught his attention, strewn with papers and filth. He lifted one and read it, smiling slightly as remembered Harry�s hidden passion for writing and poetry. He had written more than one to Draco.
I am happy and content
As I live from day to day

Then your memory arises

And my happiness slips away
The memories of you come

And overwhelm my heart

As I relive the pain

Of when I was forced to make a new start
You let me think you loved me

By looking in my eyes

But now I see

You spoke nothing but lies
You swore we�d be together

For as long as you would live

Then you betrayed me

When you wanted what I could not give
For you I would have been anything

Tell me who you wanted me to be

But I was not perfect

So you set me free
I felt you slipping away

Going further from my life

But you just said �I love you�

Never once seeing my strife
Then I said �It�s not working out�

By looking in your eyes

It was the only truth spoke

In a relationship built on lies.
Draco dropped the paper as his eyes filled with tears. He knew that the clue to where they went wrong was in this shack, and he was going to find it, or die trying. He had to know. After five years, he had to have the answer, and then as he told Hermione, he was going to try and get his Harry back�one last time. Harry might have given up on him, but Draco had looked into his emerald eyes, and Harry screamed to him to be saved. Draco still loved him too much not to try.

�Well you have me here. How do you want me?�
�Don�t be crude boy.� Snape barked. �Sit down. Want a drink?�
�I drink homebrew.� Harry said loftily.
�Ah, you brew your own piss. How appealing. Here, drink this.� He thrust a glass at him.
�What is this?�
�Scotch. Older than you are so drink it slow.� Snape poured a glass for himself and sat across from him. �I want to tell you about the Order and what it did during the war.�
�I already know.�
�No you don�t Potter, or at least not all of it.� Snape paused. �Draco never betrayed you.�
�You know about that?� Harry�s eyes widened as he looked with horror at Snape.
�I was there.�
Harry didn�t say anything, couldn�t say anything. �Explain.� He ordered shortly, ready for the answers that had been denied him for years to be revealed at last.

�Things are proceeding as I knew they would!� Hermione giggled and rubbed her hands together gleefully.
Ron ignored his wife, still smarting from their earlier argument. �Let things progress at their own rate Hermione. Stop interfering. You have done quite enough.�
Hermione ignored her husband. �Now for Step 4!�

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