The game and love

51

Harry didn't really know how long he had wandered the streets just outside the hotel. He was too hurt to cry, though the knot in his chest let him know that that would eventually come. How could he have been so stupid? His thoughts were circular. He kept starting and ending at the same point since he'd started just walking. However long ago that had been. He was so lost in his thoughts that he never even realized he'd walked to Hermione and Ron's room until his own knocking seemed to shock him out of his haze. Hermione answered, tired and in her Pajamas.

"Harry?" She asked, wiping sleep from her eyes. "Harry, what's the matter?" She had more concern now.

"He said there was someone else." Those were the only words Harry could say. His heart still had a knot in it. His face screwed up. Hermione, sensing the sudden shift instantly collected him in her arms and led him insde. They sat on the bed where Ron was now sitting up wide awake.

"What's going on Mione, for god sake it's three in the..." Ron silenced himself when he saw Harry laying against her shoulder. His body quivering, but he made no sound at all. Hermione ignored Ron for now, her concern fully on Harry. She rubbed his shoulder and kissed his hair softly. Ron wasn't a quick person normally for these sort of personal outbursts, but he knew that something had definitely happened with Harry and Draco and it wasn't going to be good once he found out. 'My friend, what did you do?' Ron thought to himself as he got up from the bed to grab a shirt from an open suitcase.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just sort of walked myself here...I..." Harry didn't want to say anything right now, it was all a dream, he'd wake up in his favorite place on Draco's chest, it didn't have to be real. Frustration crept over him as the combination of anger and hurt wouldn't let him decide wether to yell or cry. He fought for what seemed like an enternity. Hermione seemed to recuse him from those thoughts only for a moment as she told him to slow down and breath deep.

"what happened?" She asked finally. Harry was now atleast somewhat sure he wasn't going to cry, he was going to go mad with all the changes in his feelings. He breathed a deep and heavy sigh and as his spoke his tone was almost grieving. He looked down at his feet as he spoke, concentrating on the floors intricate carpet design.

"Draco, he said there was someone else." Harry stated simply, as if it was the thing that happened to you everyday when the love of your life cheats on you. "I didn't get any details, I didn't wanna hear anything about it." His tone was angrier now. "I think it was with some guy on the team." He wasn't really talking to anyone, he was really just confirming his own thoughts. His face was blank of major expression. Hermione didn't like it as she looked him over. This was not the, shy, heart on his sleeve Harry she'd come to know and love over the years. This was a dangerous Harry.

Two Years earlier....
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Draco sat at his locker and ran his hands through his hair. Another failure in the playoffs. The second time in a row he'd failed his team. He was devistated. He was alone. He didn't even shower or take of his pads, despite the warning that he needed to speak to the media. He was all anger, frustration and a jumble of thoughts. He ran his hands through his blonde hair again, now sticky from sweat. His teamates still didn't know how to help and Cruz, his closest friend on the team was at home with a back injury. No one was speaking to him. They were leaving him in his own private hell right now. He'd give anything to be able to talk with Harry just now.

"Are you going to be alright?" A young man asked him. He didn't look up, so the man naturaly assumed he didn't hear him. He started to asked again when Draco held up his hand in a hushing motion. The rookie simply obeyed and then waited to see how he might continue this line of questioning.

"Look, I don't want to talk about this fucking game..." Draco looked at the young man and couldn't finish. It was the eyes. Soft and caring. The 23-year-old rookie wide reciever had earned a soft spot from Draco just now, wether he had intended to or not. As Draco got momentarily lost in the young man's eyes he didn't even seem to notice his hand go up to his cheek in a loving manner.

"Listen, I'm sorry, it's just that I don't feel like talking." Draco's eyes widened as he realized what he had accidently done. He pulled his hand away from the blonde's face. Millions of excuses rushed through his mind like a stampede, but none of them would come out. "I'm sor..." Before he could finish, he felt warm lips on his. He didn't have anything to say in objection. He'd been so alone for almost a year, this was nice. They moved to the shower and undressed. Draco was still washed in the kiss and for some reason, his mind wouldn't allow him to stop what he was doing.

The two men spent the better part of a minute fidgeting with Draco's pads and gear before his nude body was free. His erection was all the invatation Chris needed. He kissed Draco's chest as he heard him moan, he got more diliberate with his actions. Draco moaned, lost in passion and his hands roamed the body in front of him. His eyes were shut, but he didn't need them. He massaged the man's pecks and leaned into to kiss his neck. "Oh Harry." He whispered almost breathlessly. Chris hadn't heard him, lost in his own passion. Chris continued his work and eventually, he was down at Draco's member, it was now at full antention and looking to be taken care of.

Draco moaned audibly as the warm lips and tounge pulled him in. He fought his knees as they felt like rubber and wished to bend. Chris then did something Draco had not expirenced before. He took his hands, one spreding apart Draco's cheeks and his other's index finger searched for the man's enterance. Draco felt himself spamsam as the finger entered him. His whole body tensed with pleasure. The tounge around his cock continued carefully until it felt his precum. The smack of lips as Chris pulled off Draco's member woke the man partially from his haze. His eyes still shut.

"Come here." Chris Whispered gently as he backed up against the shower wall and turned on the water. "Fuck me." He whispered to Draco as he lifted one of his legs to give Draco's member easy access. It took about a minute for Draco to enter him. He heard moans escape Chris' lips. His own breathing quickened with passion. His member cooperated with his rythm. Chris' legs were now wrapped around Draco's waist. Draco's head rested on the man's right shoulder. Each arm under the thigh on the coressponding side. Water now washed over both of them, it's heat only fueling the passion he felt. Their moans were louder and louder as Draco felt nails dig into his back, he panted. His thrusts quickened as his orgasm approached. Chris had now just became soft and limp in his arms. His orgasam already passed. The smack of flesh increased exponentially as Draco's own orgasm was reached.

"Oh Harry!" He moaned loud enough for Chris to hear it now. His body began to relax from the effort. His abs burned. His cock slipped out of Chris' now abused opening. Draco's breathing eventually evened and he came back to reality. "Harry, that was.." He didn't finish as his eyes settled on the man he'd just fucked into next week. The horror he felt inside was all over his face.

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Draco laid on his bed holding his wounded hand and an ice pack. The pain was awful, but Draco didn't care about that just now. His only thoughts were of Harry and the look of betrayal on his face. He knew he'd fucked up. It was likely that he would never see his love again. He smiled in irony at his ring finger that was terribly broken and purple. It was so painfuly Ironic considering what he'd been thinking of asking Harry. Tears of frustration washed his face of the seemingly blank stare that had been on it for the last hour.


Ron was pissed. How could Draco have done this? As Harry explained the story as best he could remember, his own distress clouding his memory. Ron could only get angrier and angrier. Ron eventually got up from the bed and went through his suitcase of clothes and started to jam them on. Hermione knew that trying to stop him was going to be impossible when he finally spoke.

"I'm gonna go straighten him out." Ron said in a dark tone. His eyes showed fury. Harry spoke for the first time directly to someone.

"Ron, don't hurt him, ok?" Harry didn't even look up at him. The dejection in his voice telling the story of someone who didn't want to care, but did anyway.

"I'm not making any promises Harry." Ron said, picking up his jacket and walking out the door. Leaving Harry and Hermione to sort out Harry's mind. He would sort out Draco's, by any means necessary.

It wasn't until almost six hours later that Ron returned, to the relief of both Harry and Hermione. She'd tried his cellphone, but Ron had forgoten it on the bed. However, as his wife looked him over, he looked as if he had an imense burden on his shoulders. His features all read that he'd wished he'd not left them this morning.

"I'm sorry for being so late. I had to take Draco to the emergency room." He quickily continued through their wide eyed accusing stares. "I didn't do anything, he broke his hand hitting a wall. His ring finger was hurt really bad, he had to have emergency surgery on it." The looks turned to concern on Hermione's face and read blank on Harry's. Ron pressed on. He's ok for now, but they don't know the extent of the damage yet. I had to stay honey, he is my friend after all." Ron stated, as if being friends with Draco just now was the most awful thing in the world.

"Mione, I need to speak with you in private, my apologies Harry." He nodded to Harry as he and his wife left the room. Hermione didn't voice her worry, but she didn't like leaving Harry alone just now. When they'd walked to Draco's room, Ron turned to her and sighed. "He's still at the hospital and what I have to tell you cannot get out in public and I didn't want to tell Harry." She nodded as they entered the room.

"Sit down." He said a bit more harshly than he had intended. He ran his hands along the length of his shirt trying to wipe the sweat from them. "Hermione, I have to stay with Draco for awhile." Her eyes searched her husband, there was something he was hiding.

"Ron, why are you doing this? You know what he did to Harry." Hermione watched as Ron now started to pace.

"I'm all he's got." His statement hung in the air. As if it needed more. Ron sighed. He knew he'd have to explain. "When we were kids, Draco only had one friend that I know of. Me." His eyes showed saddness now. He sat down beside his wife on the bed. She put a hand on his hand. "We were five when we met. Draco never talked to anyone in class. He always sat alone and was by himself and things. He always looked so lonely. So one day I just walked up and shared a cookie with him at recess or something. We've been friends ever since. We've followed eachother through life, connected by some passing moment." Hermione looked to say something but Ron spoke again.

"You see, everyone looks at Draco and they see a guy who has everything. I looked at Draco today, I saw the same lonely kid I met 21 years ago. He's still living his life for approval. He does everything in life because he thinks it's the only reason people care about him." Ron's voice was shaking. "Mione, I looked into his eyes, he's lost everything. I'm afraid he might hurt himself, but that isn't even the worst of it." He sighed. A solemn tear escaped his eye. "He may never be able to play football again." Hermione wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. She didn't understand why that would be really awful news, but Ron did. She saw it in his eyes.

End Chapter 51

A/N: Did you guys like that? *Moans* Please review and next up, we learn why Ron and Draco are so close as we go back over their 21 years as friends. 'The long traveled road' is next up in this saga.