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The Wooing Of Draco Malfoy	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-5
Draco's heat and Harry's guilt
Harry had woken up with the images of Draco shouting and throwing things all over the room in his head and shook it a little to clear them. He had decided to gather courage today to ask Draco everything that had been worrying him since he had come back from Azkaban.
Presently, he was sitting on the dining table with Draco, having breakfast. Draco was behaving very strangely. He was not talking to him and was sweating so much.
"Draco." He asked and Draco looked at him.
"Yes."
"Can I call Hermione and Ron over." He asked softly.
"When you did not ask me before removing my pants and bending me on your knees to spank me in front of a thousand people, why are you asking me for such a measly little thing." He said in a very low, furious voice.
Harry just stared at him for a few seconds. The man was behaving so moodily.
"What's the matter? You are not behaving normally-"
"Oh! Don't you dare talk about normal Potter. You don't know the first thing about being normal." Draco kept his eyes on his breakfast and spoke.
"Did I offend you somehow?" Harry asked him softly.
"You only displayed my arse to everyone and then you just proceeded to ask bloody Finnigan to touch it. Oh! but that is a fourteen years old story. Let's forget and move on. After all, it was not offending me. It was just me and I am your bloody personal property. You can order me to dance naked in front of a hundred people and you can display my arse all over the Daily Prophet but I am not allowed to be a little angry with you." Draco was speaking dangerously and he was sweating too much.
Harry was sure that he was forgetting something. He was forgetting something very important. Another strange thing that Draco had not yet gone to his apothecary. Usually, Harry stayed alone the entire day, reading books for some time and wondering how Draco got healed in rest of the time. Draco returned in the evening but the blonde had not left yet.
Harry did not have the time to think over it because in the next moment Draco stood up with a jerk, throwing his chair aside.
"Draco, please calm down. What's wrong? What have I done?"
Severus's voice stopped Draco from saying whatever he wanted to and Harry tried to understand why Severus was present in Draco's apothecary at all.
What am I bloody forgetting?
"Draco, Thomas and Finnigan are here. They want to talk to you. Will you come downstairs? I can ask them to return after four days if you like. There are some other customers over here too, so I can send them upstairs if you like."
"We are coming downstairs, Severus. Ask them to wait." Draco shouted and Harry swallowed.
He spoke cautiously as Draco came towards him and ordered him "Come with me."
"I am on house arrest, Draco."
"They have allowed me to take you with me if I have to."
Draco's face was red and furious and when Harry shook his head, Draco held his hand forcefully. His nails dug in Harry's wrist and Harry tried to calm down.
"Please calm down."
"NO. I WILL NOT CALM DOWN."
"All right. I am coming with you. Please." Draco's nails dug painfully and Harry gritted his teeth, whispering "You are hurting me Draco. "
Draco dragged him downstairs. It had been two days since he had seen Draco's apothecary and he looked around it again. Customers who had been staring at the potion vials turned towards them curiously.
"Draco. This is not really a good time. I will suggest you to retire upstairs immediately." Severus's voice was slightly alarmed and even Harry was shocked to see Draco red and sweating profusely and panting for breathe . What was happening to Draco was really beyond him. The man's hands were trembling.
"Finnigan. Why are you here?" Draco turned towards Seamus who look like a dear caught in headlights.
"Malfoy, we can come tomorrow." He whispered, backing off.
A flick of Draco's hand locked the door and all the customers. Harry stood there stunned speechless.
"Finnigan did you know my mate likes to showcase me in front of everyone as if I am a whore. Don't you Harry?"
Harry stared in shock when Draco looked at him with a mixture of hurt and anger on his face.
"I don't-" Harry started.
"Because you did showcase me in front of everyone. I remember that people were bargaining for my nude pictures." Draco sneered at him.
"We have to go Draco." Harry said firmly. He really didn't like where this was going. Severus was standing quietly just like twenty other wizards and witches, shaking his head in disappointment. Seamus and Dean were standing near the locked door. Seamus was looking utterly terrified and guilty and Dean was looking uncomfortable.
"No, Harry you are my mate and I have to satisfy your desires and if one of your desires is exhibitionism, then so be it." Having said this, Draco started to unbutton his shirt.
"Draco, just return to your quarters. You are not well." Severus muttered finally, unable to take it anymore.
"I have to satisfy him, Severus."
Anger started mounting inside Harry at the prospect of displaying Draco in front of anyone at all.
Draco had opened two buttons and Seamus had closed his eyes and his legs were literally shaking.
"Please return to your quarters Mr. Malfoy." They heard a mumble from behind.
"We will return tomorrow, Malfoy. You need rest right now." Dean whispered and Seamus agreed "Yes, Malfoy. I will return later or I will just owl you."
"Draco." Harry spoke firmly when Draco listened to no one at all.
"Draco. Stop all this at once." and Draco froze. He stopped and turned towards Harry with an annoyed expression.
"Of course, master. I will do what ever you order me to do. I am your bitch after all."
Draco was sweating profusely and his hands were still trembling but his voice was confident and angry.
"I am sorry, Draco. I am really sorry for everything I did back then. I apologise and I will apologise over and over again until you are satisfied, but I won't let you do this. I will carry you in my arms if I have to and you can fight me as long as you want inside our house. I will bend on your knees and you can spank me to your heart's desire but I won't let you do this to yourself."
"Why should I listen to you?" Draco asked, having stopped the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Draco's eyes had softened after listening to Harry's words and people's sighs of relief were literally audible when this happened "Why should I listen to you when you do not even remember the date I go into heat."
It hit Harry with a jerk. He had completely forgotten. No wonder Draco was angry.
"We will talk inside your house. Come on."
"No."
"Draco."
Draco crossed his arms and stood adamantly "No."
"Please. I am requesting you." Harry stood in front of Draco, his head bowed in submissiveness and his voice low and soft. Everyone else stayed quiet.
"Okay." Draco spoke and stood where he was. He moved only when Harry extended his hand towards the man. Draco's madness astounded Harry. A few seconds before he was angry and now he was behaving like a mouse.
There was something else and it occurred to Harry when they had locked the house. Draco's wings were not out. His heart beat furiously.
"Where are your wings? Why have you not released them?" Harry spoke very softly and cautiously. Draco was sitting on the couch and Harry was sitting across him.
The blonde mumbled something in response and Harry could not grasp even a single word.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"No, you have to tell me. What happened after I was sentenced? How were you healed and why are your wings not out? You are not in pain. I remember you being in pain whenever you restrained them."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't want to talk about anything at all. Yes, I hurt you. You have a right to punish me and be angry with me. But you are hurting yourself right now and I don't want you hurt. Tell me."
"What do you need me to tell you?" Draco gritted his teeth, reigning in his anger.
"Your wings-"
"I BURNED MY WINGS. I TURNED THEM TO ASHES. THEY ARE GONE. THE VEELA WANTED TO DIE AFTER YOU WERE SENTENCED BUT I COULDN'T LEAVE YOU IN AZKABAN. SO I CAME BACK BUT THE PRIZE OF COMING BACK WAS LOSING MY WINGS."
Silence ensued throughout the room. No one spoke until finally Draco broke the silence "There, are you satisfied? You have all your answers now."
Harry still stared at the man in shock, completely speechless.
What could he say to such an information? How should he react?
Draco was the one who had lost his wings but it hit Harry so hard that he could hardly breathe. He had wanted those wings wrapped around him. He had wanted to reconcile there differences. That was not what pained Harry. What pained and worried Harry was the expression on Draco's face. Harry knew that a Veela felt incomplete without its wings, no matter, whether it was a male or a female. That was what Draco was feeling. Incomplete and Harry knew that it was wrong to force new wings on Draco until he was ready to forgive Harry. But the question was that was there any hope left now? There was no limit to Draco's madness, to Draco's love or to his anger. How could Harry handle such madness? Harry wondered if Draco would ever forgive him. He wondered if the man would keep on hurting himself like this throughout his life.
What should I do to stop him? Why does he punish himself? He must punish me. He must hurt me but he hurts himself. Will I ever earn his forgiveness?
And then Draco looked at him and Harry knew the answer. He knew the answer because when he opened his arms, Draco crawled in them. Harry was aware of the fact that Draco was in his heat and might not behave this way after the period was over but he couldn't prevent himself from kissing Draco's head and shoulders.
How could he not try and earn Draco's forgiveness. How could he not fall madly in love with Draco and his madness and his devotion and his beauty. He wanted Draco. He needed the other man to forgive him. He wanted to live with Draco. Merlin, he loved Draco so much. He had never felt this desperation, this feeling before. So this was love. This desperation, this pain when he saw Draco hurt was love. Harry had called his wings hideous and Draco burnt his wings. Harry mourned their loss. He mourned his lost chance to feel them around him. He mourned the fact that he could never make Draco realize the extent to which he loved Draco's wings.
The other man would always believe that Harry felt that they were hideous. Draco's pain brought tears in his eyes and he shut his eyes tightly to restrain the tears. He couldn't cry, couldn't be weak. He had to control himself. he couldn't break down. Draco was the one who needed to break down right now, Draco who was strong and fearless and was still not crying or sobbing.
"I love you." He whispered, hugging the other man tightly to his chest and his breath hitched but he continued "Merlin. I am so sorry and I love you so much."
"You displayed everything." Draco said in a broken whisper.
"Please forgive me."
"I burned my legs with scalding water and peeled off the skin. It was as good as new in a month"
Harry's eyes burned and his throat was literally aching but he breathed deeply and controlled himself.
"Please." Harry begged and burrowed his nose in Draco's neck, begging the other man to forgive him.
"I came to you while I was in my heat. You took my wand away from me." Draco finally sobbed and his body shook in Harry's arms.
"I am sorry. Please forgive me."
"You slapped me."
"Please." Harry begged.
"I begged you and you slapped me again."
"I am so sorry. I-" Harry couldn't control his own sob now.
"You slammed my face on the floor and bled me."
"Draco, I -"
"You called me ugly and you call-" Draco's voice broke and Harry whispered "Stop, please stop."
"You called my wings hi-hi-hideous." Draco was hiccupping now and sobbing brokenly and it hurt Harry to see him like this.
"Draco, please, I am really sorry." Harry repeated because there was nothing he could do to change that day. He could do nothing but apologise over and over again.
"You tied my hands and legs and whipped me. I begged you for mercy, Harry. I begged and pleaded but you ignored my pleas."
Had Draco not been in Harry's arms, he would have seen the helplessness, the guilt written all over Harry's face but as it was, Draco was in Harry's arms, his head on Harry's shoulders and Harry had his nose burrowed in Draco's hair.
When Harry begged again " I am sorry. Please believe me. Please forgive me." Draco could not witness the guilt in Harry's eyes.
He went on "You slapped me, you whipped me and you did not even let me drink water or eat anything. You made me beg for food and water and slapped me and made me shave my head."
Draco stopped when Harry wailed as if he was really in pain "Please stop it. I can not listen any more. I am sorry. Please forgive me Draco."
"You made fun of me after that. You tortured me so much that I lost my sanity."
Harry wiped his eyes and sobbed on Draco's shoulders "I am sorry. I really am. Please forgive me."
"You can't even listen to what you did and I have to live with the realisation that my mate, the only man I have ever loved did all that to me."
"I know. Please. I just. I am sorry, Draco. I am."
Silence ensued for a few seconds and Harry thought that perhaps Draco would forgive him, perhaps, everything would be all right now.
Draco's next words chilled him, though.
"I can't forget Harry and I can't forgive and I don't want you to ask me to bring my wings back. I don't want my hideous wings back."
"They are not hideous."
"They are. They are very hideous and I don't want them."
Harry sobbed and cried on Draco's shoulders while the other man rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"They are beautiful."
"No, they are not. I am ugly and my wings are ugly and I don't want them back." Draco replied in a broken whisper and it broke Harry's heart.
"Please forgive me. Please. I am sorry."
He lost the count of the number of times he begged that night or during the remaining three days but the blonde didn't forgive him. Draco had forgotten nothing in the past fourteen years. The pain was as fresh as if it had happened just yesterday.
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