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Harry Potter and the Black King	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Six: Unforgivable Behaviour

“It seems I have someone disloyal in amongst my ranks.” Voldemort’s voice was high and cruel, yet soft and barely more than a whisper- his crimson eyes piercing and evil, and his Death Eaters were cowering in fear. “I thought I had made my rules on traitors perfectly clear. Those who are disloyal will suffer at my wand. Tonight was supposed to be a great victory. Instead we were scuppered once again by members of the Order of the Phoenix. I send my Death Eaters in with the intention of indulging in the sport of Mudblood killing, and end up losing two loyal servants myself.

“So, who was it that betrayed me? Which of you thought fit to divulge our plans to the enemy? I assure you that this time it was not Potter and his ability to see as I see; I have been shielding my mind from him carefully whilst we planned this attack. Surrender yourself now and I shall be merciful. You will receive a swift and painless execution. Surrender yourself now and I shall not attack your family. Fail to do so and when I find you- and I will discover which of you betrayed me- and what I shall do to you will make the torture Draco Malfoy received appear to be merely mild tickling, taking your friends and family down with you.” Voldemort paused, raking his followers with those cold, cruel eyes.

“No one chooses to confess? Very well. We shall do this my way. It takes a little longer but is ultimately more… satisfying.”

He waved his wand and forced the Death Eaters to all stand in a line. They were white-faced and petrified. Voldemort paced up and down the line, evaluating each and every Death Eater extremely closely as a General would do so to his troops. He was evidently applying legilimency against them, and becoming more and more frustrated as each mind he ploughed through showed loyalty. As he reached the last of his servants, and having felt nothing, the thin thread of patience he had snapped.

“I am most disappointed. It seems as if no one is willing to share their secrets with me. I was unaware that so many of you were skilled in occlumency. Unfortunately for me I cannot afford to lose too many of you in recent weeks; traitors that shall never be forgiven, two were killed tonight, the loss of Rowle and Dolohov plus those others lost whilst trying to take Potter in flight a little over a fortnight ago have greatly depleted my stock. Still… a little taste of the cruciatus should at least teach you all some respect. Crucio!”

In unison the Death Eaters all fell to the ground screaming in agony as Voldemort unleashed his most powerful and terrifying curse on them all. Voldemort laughed and held the curse steady. The sound of bones snapping and skin tearing could be heard above the screams.

“This is a small taster of what is coming to you, turncoat, when I discover your identity.” He released the curse. The Death Eaters collapsed into an undignified pile, eliciting moans and cries of pain. “This is only the beginning of what you shall feel, traitor. That is, after you have watched me destroy your family. By the end you shall be begging for death and I shall not grant it. I will make you suffer. No one lies to Lord Voldemort.” He paused and smiled at his followers. The sight was extremely unpleasant and frightening. It was the smile a large cat may give its prey just before it ripped out its prey’s jugular.

“On second thoughts, perhaps I can spare one of you”. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it, apparently at random, at the male Death Eater that Harry and Draco had overheard discussing the plan a few days ago.

“Avada Kedavra”.

No one dared move or let out a sound or even so much as a breath as the killing curse struck the man squarely in the chest. He didn’t even have time to register his shock before he was hit; all his face showed was pain, etched into his unchanging, eternal features as his eyes went blank and lifeless. Voldemort sneered at the corpse before sweeping out of the room, leaving a room full of trembling, terrified Death Eaters in his wake.

*****

Harry moaned once more and his eyes shot open. “Fucking Voldemort” he said into the dark, as the memories of what he had witnessed played over in his mind. His scar was throbbing and he was anxious to hear news from the Order. He knew he wasn’t going to get back to sleep any time soon. He reached for his glasses, shoved them on his face, picked up his wand and cast a quick tempus. It was one in the morning.

Cursing Voldemort once more for being a sadistic bastard, he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen, intending to get a drink of water. He was surprised to see Snape sitting at the kitchen table. Snape raked his eyes over Harry then sneered.

“Nice of you to dress for the occasion Mr Potter” he said sarcastically, referring to the fact Harry was standing in the kitchen in just his boxers and an old holey t shirt. Harry flushed slightly at both the words and standing semi-naked in front of his old professor, but held his ground.

“It’s my house and it’s one in the morning. I’ll walk around it however I bloody well want to wearing whatever I like. What are you doing up still anyway? Don’t you ever go to bed? Or are the rumours about you being a bat true?”

To his surprise Snape’s mouth pulled into a small smile.

“Actually Potter I was waiting for your werewolf to arrive. He said he would come and inform me of how the Order’s counter-attack went tonight.” He eyed Harry’s pale face suspiciously. “Unless you already know? It would explain why you’re awake at this late hour.”

Harry nodded. “It was a success. I’ve just seen Voldemort losing his temper with his Death Eaters and punishing them. I don’t know if anyone from the Order was hurt or- killed- but I don’t think so to be honest. He was mad, really, really mad. He thinks one of the Death Eaters betrayed him. He threw Crucio at them all, then killed one.”

“Is this the first vision you have had since the night you rescued Draco?” Snape asked.

“Yes. I had wondered about that too, why I’d seen nothing for ages. I know it’s always been when he’s really emotional- either delighted, or furious or something- that I’ve seen his thoughts. I thought for sure I would see when he realised Draco had escaped but I didn’t. But I heard him tell the Death Eaters he’s shielding from me. I guess he doesn’t want me to find out any more plans. He was so enraged tonight though that I suppose he forgot to use occlumency against me and I could see what went on. Dumbledore said he was employing occlumency against me last year. I guess he slipped a couple of times.”

Just then the wards to Grimmauld place vibrated to indicate Remus’ arrival. Harry dashed into the hallway, his mouth open, but relaxed slightly at the look on Remus’s face. Remus smiled at him and held a hand to stop him asking the question Harry was about to ask.

“No deaths Harry. Not on our side at least. Nothing worse than a few bruises and stinging jinxes. Everyone accounted for. Harry, your information definitely saved the lives of twelve wizards and witches today, and Merlin knows how many muggles. Well done.” Harry beamed at him.

“Thank Merlin everyone is okay” he said quietly. “I’ll talk to you both in the morning. I just really needed to know before I could sleep again. Goodnight.” To his surprise he suddenly felt exhausted. The relief of knowing everyone was okay was overwhelming. He had taken a calming draught before bed that evening to try and aid rest but knowing everyone he cared about was safe and sound was more effective than any potion. He slipped back into bed and was instantly asleep.

*****

The days that followed were quiet for Harry. He and Snape had a few conversations about possible Horcrux locations, but neither had any fruitful suggestions. Harry had been to the Burrow a couple of times, where Ron had slaughtered him at Wizard’s Chess and Hermione had researched ways to destroy horcruxes. He’d even had dinner with the Weasleys; he had congratulated Bill and Fleur on their wedding and admired the photographs. He’d laughed with the twins when they demonstrated their latest inventions. He was dismayed and also irritated to find Ginny still stubbornly ignoring him. He and Draco had been friendly enough with one another but Harry was avoiding being alone with him, much to the blond’s annoyance.

It was a week after the averted attack on Emsworth that Snape had a proposition for Harry. He, Harry and Draco were once again in the kitchen, having just finished dinner, when Snape spoke.

“Potter, I’ve been thinking. Your offensive and defensive magic is, even I have to grudgingly admit, excellent. Combined with your natural instincts, excellent timing and unrivalled bravery you’re a formidable opponent. I always considered the possibility of extending your magical knowledge, however, should the opportunity in this war make itself apparent but was unsure of your reaction. After your conduct at Malfoy manor however, I do not think you’ll be too adverse to this suggestion. Potter, it is my wish for you to learn Dark magic.” Harry sat stunned whilst Draco spat out his pumpkin juice.

“Harry, cast Dark spells? I don’t think so” he said haughtily. Harry groaned at Draco’s stupid comment and buried his hands whilst Snape sneered.

“Draco, how short is your abysmal memory? I would have thought even you could remember almost bleeding to death in a Hogwarts bathroom. Harry cast a very Dark spell on you with next to no effort on his part just two months ago. Even though at that time he did not know the spell’s effects, it doesn’t detract from the truth. Potter cast a complicated and Dark spell with very strong results. You nearly died. That was the first time Potter had cast the spell. The second time he cast it, it cost a Death Eater his life.” Draco gaped and turned pale. Snape continued.

“And two years ago Mr Potter here cast the cruciatus curse on Bellatrix. Although it was not powerful enough to inflict immense pain it was strong enough to knock her to the ground. I think with some training Harry will become extremely competent in Dark magic.” Snape turned back to Harry.

“You can also resist the imperius curse, a gift exceedingly few wizards have. I believe you remain the only wizard to date able to resist the curse from Voldemort himself. Not to mention the obvious. Surviving The Avada Kedavra. In fact, the Dark Lord himself has cast all three Unforgivables on you. And yet here you stand, alive and whole.” Draco made a strange noise at this. Both Harry and Snape ignored him.

“And if I don’t want to?” Harry’s voice was defiant. The idea of learning more Dark magic was frightening to him. Because part of him knew Snape was right. And he had already knowingly used a Dark spell with the intention of killing. The thought he could know more was thrilling, in both a good and terrible way.

“Then there is a good chance the Dark Lord will win” Snape replied evenly. “You need to fight fire with fire. These are the spells the Death Eaters will be using. It is vital you have these in your arsenal.”

“I don’t want to be a Dark wizard” Harry’s voice was almost desperate.

“And you shall not become one. Knowing and using Dark magic does not make you Dark. Tell me, Harry, is a Diffindo charm light or dark?”

“Light” Harry replied instantly.

“Correct. In fact, you were taught it by Flitwick in your second year. The severing charm, however, does not just sever objects. It can cut into human flesh. If you were to cast that spell at a human being, there is a good chance it could kill them. It has a very similar effect to sectumsempra. What conclusions can you draw from this? Draco, you too.”

Draco looked blank but Harry, with his natural ability for Defence, had cottoned on to Snape’s point immediately.

“It’s not the spell that’s cast but the nature of intent that determines good or evil.” Snape gave him the first genuine smile Harry had ever seen cross his face.

“Excellent, Potter. Using powerful Dark spells with the sole purpose of defeating Voldemort will make you no more evil or Dark than using a blasting curse or a stunning spell will. It just means your magic will be more powerful and effective and therefore more evenly matched against your enemies. You will be using Dark magic but for good, honourable reasons. It will not turn you into the next Death Eater by default.”

Harry considered these words carefully. It made sense to him. It was magic he would only use if the need absolutely presented itself, such as his or a loved one’s life were in danger, but Snape was right. It would help to know the spells. And it wouldn’t mean he was turning into another Dark Lord or something.

“Okay then. I’ll learn them” he said. Snape looked triumphant whilst Draco looked shocked.

“I’m pleased to hear you say that Harry. We will begin tomorrow morning. The spells you’ll be practising are the three Unforgivables”. And he swept out of the room. Draco turned to stare at Harry. Harry paled.

*****

“Can I observe you today please?” Draco asked. Harry agreed.

“Yes, but there is something I need to say to Snape first. Can you give us five minutes?” He entered the unused dining room that he and Snape had removed the furniture from to give them a practice area and waited. Snape appeared minutes later.

“Are you ready Potter?” He enquired. Harry nodded.

“I am, but first, there was something I wanted to say to you. I… I’m sorry. That night, when Dumbledore died. I called you a coward. I just want you to know that I don’t think you’re a coward. Dumbledore had no right to ask of you what he did. The fact that you did it, whilst you continued to risk your own life every day with that fucking madman, well, that makes you beyond brave to me. Thank you. For all that, and for doing this- training me, helping with the horcruxes. Thank you for being about the strongest ally I have.”

Whatever Snape had expected Harry to say it wasn’t this. Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen Snape look dumbfounded before. He smiled inwardly. The look of astonishment faded after a minute to be replaced with one that Harry didn’t recognise, and Snape didn’t elaborate.

“Apology accepted, Potter. Thank you. Now, we shall start with the Imperius Curse.” At that moment Draco entered the room and took a seat Harry had left for him, whilst Snape removed a stone from his robes and transfigured it into a rat. “You do not need me to teach you the incantation. Draco mastered this after four days. I expect similar results with you.” He put the rat down on the floor; instantly it tried to make its escape.

Harry didn’t have time to think. He wasn’t going to fail so spectacularly at this that he lost his target without even uttered a single incantation. He raised his wand and pointed it instantly at the rat, clearly saying, “Imperio”.

The rat stopped dead. Harry felt the warmth flowing from his right arm and channelling through his wand. He circled his hand; the rat did a somersault. Harry took a chance look at both Snape and Draco; they were both gazing at the rat in astonishment. He had the rat perform a few more tricks before Snape uttered a Finite, then stupefied the rat before it could escape.

“That exceeded being impressive Harry” Snape said, whilst Draco nodded his agreement. “If there was any doubt that you will be skilled in the Dark Arts then that display just dispelled that. Next you shall try the cruciatus curse.”

Harry did not particularly want to master this spell, but he had to admit it would be incredibly useful to know. If he could use this spell to stop his friends, loved ones from being killed, then he would do it. A voice in the back of his mind reminded him of Bellatrix’s words to him the night he cast it at her after Sirius’ death, ‘you have to really mean them Potter!’ He took a second to reclaim his composure. He could do this. Snape removed the stunning spell from the rat and Harry braced himself. Poor rat. His mind quickly wondered to Hermione. What would she say if she could see him right now? She’d never speak to him again. He shuddered and locked the thought away.

Once again he raised his wand, slightly hating himself.

“Crucio!”

The rat instantly began squeaking, and no one was left in any doubt that it was suffering. You have to really mean them. You have to really mean them. Harry felt the same self-loathing he felt the night he killed Rowle. The rat didn’t deserve this torture any more than Draco had. Yet he knew he needed to learn.

“Finite!” he cried when it became too much. The rat remained in its spot, trembling. Harry felt like a complete and utter bastard.

“Excellent once again, and outstanding for only a second ever attempt at the curse” Snape said. His voice lowered. “You know what is next, Harry.”

Harry shook his head fiercely.

“I can’t” he whispered, shocked to find tears prickling. “I accept the other two- being able to command Death Eaters to leave us alone, or causing them enough pain to give us time to escape, but this is in a different league altogether. That curse, I can’t cast it. Snape, that curse killed my parents. It is because of that I never knew my mum.” He saw Snape falter at these words. He took a minute to recover, a sad expression on his face.

“I know this is difficult for you Harry.” His voice was as gentle as he’d ever heard it. “But this could be the spell that defeats Voldemort. Two words and he could be finished. Harry, please.” Harry looked at Draco, and saw him give him a small smile of encouragement. He took a deep breath and slowly nodded his agreement.

The rat was still convulsing from the effects of Harry’s cruciatus spell. Harry forced down the tears. He aimed his wand. I’m sorry. I’m so very, very sorry. Sorry to the rat, sorry to his parents. He fought to steady his hand, then checked Snape and Draco couldn’t be hit if his aim was off.

“Avada Kedavra”.

Green light shot out of his wand and struck the rat. Instantly it was silent, still, and very obviously dead. Harry dropped his wand in shock and felt the colour drain from his face. He suddenly felt very sick. Snape quickly transfigured the rat’s body back into the stone. Both he and Draco’s eyes were fixed on Harry and looked wary.

“Just so you both know” Harry said, his voice flat and distant. “I shall never, as long as I live, ever cast that again. Not even against Voldemort.” Then he fled the room and ran to the bathroom, Draco hot on his heels.

After he was done vomiting he opened the bathroom door and was only vaguely surprised to see Draco standing the other side of it.

“Come on” he said, putting an arm around his shoulders, and led him to his bedroom.

*****

“They shouldn’t have been that easy to cast”. Harry was still shaken as he paced the room. “What does that say about me, hey? ‘Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, Chosen One, Sadistic Bastard’?” Draco made to make a movement to embrace Harry with his arms, but sensed at the last moment Harry needed to be free for the time being, and reined it back.

“You are far from sadistic. You will never use it to torture like Voldemort does.”

“You’ve never cast it. You’re a strong wizard but you can’t cast crucio.”

“You think I was allowed to practise on transfigured rodents like you did? I was given a fucking muggle to practise on. Of course I couldn’t do it. You couldn’t cast it against a person who didn’t deserve it either, could you?”

“No. No, I couldn’t.”

“There you go then. Not sadistic, not wicked, not Dark. Git.” Draco paused for a moment before continuing.

“Harry” Draco’s voice was nervous. “Why can you cast spells like sectumsempra which are violent and cause suffering, but you’re reluctant to cast a curse that is instant and probably painless?”

It was a fair question. But Harry knew his answer. “Both times I’ve cast that have been in desperation, and they were instinctive spells. I didn’t plan using it either time. It has also been in defence both times. When I threw it at you it was because you were trying to cast crucio at me. Of course, I know now that it wouldn’t have worked but I didn’t know that at the time. And then when Rowle started to cast the AK, I flipped and sent the most powerful spell I knew to get him away from Remus. But the AK… it’s premeditated, it’s cold, and it’s calculating. It’s heartless and it’s soulless. It’s too easy to kill, to just snuff out a life. There’s nothing defensive about it. There’s no counter-curse and no way to heal from it, unlike other spells. It’s so final. And I will not use the same spell that took my parents away from me.”

“You’re not cold and heartless Harry. Don’t you ever think that, just cos you can cast a few dangerous spells” said Draco quietly. “It makes you a powerful wizard, not an evil one. You have a bigger heart than anyone I’ve ever known. The ability for more compassion and forgiveness than most people will deserve. More than I probably deserved, yet you forgave me.”

There was a long pause.

“Did it hurt?”

“The sectumsempra?”

“Yeah”

“I guess. I was quite out of it to be honest. Semi -conscious by the time Severus found me and healed me, and as soon as I was healed any pain I felt vanished. I think you suffered more. You really beat yourself up over that didn’t you. See? Proof right there that you’re good, Harry. You hit me with a spell that, let’s be honest, I probably deserved- no, I did, don’t argue with me- and you’re the one who suffered most.” He paused, and let a small smile for on his lips. “Gryffindor Martyr to the core.”

Another awkward pause.

“This is the most you’ve spoken to me for days” Draco said. “I was beginning to think you’d changed you mind about wanting a friendship.”

Harry blushed. “You know why I’ve been avoiding you” he mumbled, refusing to meet Draco’s gaze.

“Oh, so you admit you’ve been avoiding me then?” Draco’s tone was light but had a slight edge to it. Harry ignored it.

“Come and sit down. All this pacing is giving me motion sickness. I feel like I’ve been for a twenty minute floo journey”.

Harry sat down on the bed next to Draco.

“Why have you refused to talk to me or be in a room alone with me?” Draco asked.

“Because I’m a big blundering Gryffindor idiot who can’t control the crap that comes out of my mouth and I feel like a bloody fool” Harry replied candidly. Draco laughed.

“I hardly think ‘defeating a dragon, rescuing hostages, and battling a maze- oh, and surviving Voldemort’s resurrection’ are blundering. And if half the stuff you’re rumoured to have done- like getting the Philosopher’s stone and killing a fucking basilisk- is true, then you’re amazing. Take how you are on a broom- if you could only see yourself when you fly, it’s like watching an eagle soaring. You’re graceful, and instinctive, and- oh fuck it- beautiful, and I lost at Quidditch to you so many bloody times because I was too busy staring at you rather than looking for the snitch. You are special Harry. You just can’t see it. I told you the night we decided to give this friendship a go that I found it impossible to ignore you. I meant that.”

“Yes, but you didn’t blurt out to me that you liked me. As, um, more than a friend I mean.” Harry’s cheeks were burning and he refused to look at Draco.

“Only because you got in and said it first”.

Harry couldn’t stop himself, his head snapped up and met Draco’s gaze.

“I’ve only been trying to tell you for days I like you too, you fucking prat.” He moved closer to Harry and placed one hand on his cheek. Harry’s eyelids closed at the touch, his heartbeat quickening.

“Harry.” Harry opened his eyes and stared into Draco’s. He had lost the ability to speak.

“Harry” Draco said again, in a tone barely louder than a whisper as he stroked a lock of hair away from Harry’s eyes and let his index finger trace his cheek. “Harry, I…”

Then he took a deep breath and leant forward, his hand lightly cupping Harry’s chin, and kissed him.

Harry’s momentary surprise melted away into complete joy and the memory of the Unforgivables washed away as the feel of Draco’s lips- soft yet determined- probed his own, his tongue tentatively licking Harry’s bottom lip in a plea for entrance. Harry was only too willing to grant it; he parted his lips and sighed as Draco’s tongue entered his mouth and Harry began to kiss Draco back in earnest. Harry’s right hand snaked up Draco’s side and buried itself in his hair as he closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, allowing his own tongue to join with Draco’s. Okay, I get what the big deal is about this now. This is what kissing should feel like. Harry groaned gently into Draco’s mouth and deepened the kiss. Small electric shocks were running up his spine and his breath was quickening. His left arm wound itself around Draco’s waist and Harry, on impulse, climbed into Draco’s lap and pulled him flush against his own body, drawing the most wonderful sounding sigh of delight from the other boy.

Draco had one arm around Harry’s neck, whilst the other was settled on his hip. Harry gave a small start when Draco pulled his t shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and pushed his hand under the material, stoking up and down his spine. The feel of skin on skin made Harry shiver. This was the single-most erotic moment of his entire life to date and if Draco shifted his position, Harry thought, he would realise just how stimulating Harry was finding it. He couldn’t bring himself to care.

Suddenly the hand caressing Harry’s back slipped round to his front, Draco’s open palm rubbing small circles over his chest and abdomen. Draco’s fingers traced around his belly button then followed the trail of hair that led to his jean fly. Harry gripped Draco’s waist tightly.

Just then Draco broke the kiss, eliciting a moan of protest from the other boy. Draco looked deep into Harry’s eyes, which were a sparkling emerald green. He refused to break Harry’s gaze as he removed his hand from Harry’s stomach and pressed his palm flat against his groin.

Harry couldn’t help it. He shut his eyes tight and bucked instinctively into the contact as buried his face in Draco’s neck, mouth parted. He inhaled sharply.

“Oh my God” he whispered. His breathing became erratic and he pulled his face out of Draco’s neck, once more looking him in the eye. Draco had a gloriously sexy pink tinge to his cheeks. His mouth was red and slightly swollen. His hair was rustled, his eyes a warm molten silver. He was panting hard.

It was suddenly all too much to bear. Harry crushed his lips down once more onto Draco’s, in a fiery, desperate kiss. He was kissed back with just as much enthusiasm. Harry’s hands mimicked those of Draco’s and began fumbling with the fly on Draco’s trousers. Draco lay down on the bed, pulling Harry on top of him. They never once broke the kiss. Harry pushed down Draco’s trousers as he felt Draco do the same to his. He could feel Draco’s erection against his hand and at that moment Harry needed to touch it more he needed the air to breathe. He rolled off Draco so he was lying on his side, and slipped his hand inside Draco’s underwear. A second later he felt Draco do the same to him.

“Harry” Draco whispered as Harry’s fingers curled around him and began to move. Harry leant forwards and captured his mouth in another kiss, unable to find any words. The sensation of Draco gripping him, moving in the same rhythm he was building on him, was almost too much.

“I should warn you, this isn’t going to take long” he panted breathlessly, breaking the kiss and once more burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck.

“Me…ugh… neither” Draco replied. With his free hand he brought Harry’s mouth back up for a kiss, his tongue thrusting inside Harry’s mouth which mimicked the rhythm of his hand movements perfectly, his tongue stud brushing delightfully across Harry’s own tongue and brought Harry dangerously close to the edge.

“Oh God” he groaned into Draco’s mouth then surrendered; his legs trembled and his breathing sped up. The burning fire in the pit of his stomach spread furiously. “Oh God. Gonna… oh fuck” and with a final thrust of Draco’s hand he spilt himself onto his stomach. This was followed almost instantly by Draco’s own orgasm.

“That was… Oh Merlin” said Draco several minutes later, when they both had their breath back. He he looked into Harry’s face. “Are you okay?” he asked when he saw Harry’s expression. He reached up a hand to stroke down Harry’s face but Harry dodged it. “Harry…?”

“I’ve got to go” Harry suddenly said. He hoisted his boxers and jeans back up and clambered off the bed.

“Harry, what are you doing?” said Draco as he hurriedly redressed, the hurt evident in every syllable.

“I’m sorry Draco. I’ll see you later.” And with that Harry ran out of the bedroom, leaving a very confused and upset Draco Malfoy wondering what he did wrong behind him.

*****

It was dark by the time Harry had worked out his own head and plucked up enough Gryffindor courage to talk to Draco. He knocked softly on the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Fuck off Potter”.

Harry ignored him and opened the door anyway. Draco glared at him.

“What part of ‘fuck off’ did you not understand? What’s this, the ‘cheers for the wank, let’s just pretend it never happened’ speech?”

Harry saw Draco’s eyes were red and was shocked and a bit saddened to realise Draco had been crying. Guilt washed over him.

“Please. I want to talk to you. Can I sit down?” Draco sniffed and moved over in the bed, making enough space for Harry. Evidently his Malfoy pride was not going to allow him to make the first move and talk to Harry.

“I’m sorry for running out like that. It’s just-“

“Look, Potter” Harry winced with the way Draco sneered his name, and reminded himself Draco was hurting, “I get it. I’m Draco Malfoy, good for a shag, but nothing more. ‘Thanks and bye’, right? Well save your breath trying to spare my feelings to ease your Gryffindor conscience. You were fun but I won’t lose sleep over you.”

Harry sighed. A month ago and that comment would have really hurt. But he knew Draco now and could see through the mask.

“Draco” he said quietly “if you only meant a quick feel up to me I wouldn’t have run off. I like you- I really, really like you okay? And that is scaring the living shit out of me.”

Draco met his eyes, and his cold expression softened slightly. Harry continued.

“I’m deeply attracted to you. And have been for a few weeks now. But I’m also trying to work out my own head cos it’s all over the place at the moment. Draco, this afternoon was my first time doing anything. With anyone. You’re the first person who’s ever made me… you know.” His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he wished he was better at talking about emotional stuff. “And the fact that my first, um, experience was with someone who annoyed the piss out of me as much as I did them just two months ago is confusing me.”

Draco made to speak but Harry shushed him. Now he’d started he needed to keep going.

“I only worked out I liked men two months ago. I mean, I was going out with Ron’s sister after thinking I wanted her all sixth year but something didn’t feel right. It wasn’t until a couple of weeks after we got together it clicked. And the fact I feel like I do for you scares me. But not enough to keep away from you. At first I wondered if it was just physical attraction but I really like you as a person too, bizarrely enough. But you’re different now. I couldn’t have even considered a relationship with someone who called people of my mother’s birth ‘mudblood’ for example. You’re not the person I thought you were Draco, or, at least, the person you used to be. The muggle hating elitist bullying arse has gone. Although I admit you can still be a conceited twat.”

Draco smiled and leant forwards to kiss Harry. It wasn’t like the kisses they’d shared that afternoon; it was softer, gentler and chaste. He broke the kiss and smirked at Harry.

“So I was your first? But the Weaselette? She was your girlfriend- you really did nothing with her?”

“We tried” Harry replied. “But I..er… couldn’t go through with it, if you know catch my drift? Let’s just say that Little Harry had worked out I was gay before I did and really didn’t want to cooperate. And it just felt completely wrong, like I was trying to have sex with my sister or something.” Harry shuddered in disgust at the memory and Draco laughed.

“I just can’t believe you’d never done anything with anyone else before. I mean, you’re Harry Fucking Potter, everyone wants you!” Harry smiled sadly.

“That’s the problem though isn’t it? Do people want me because I’m Harry and they like me for me, or do they want to go out with The Boy Who Lived? Having fame isn’t a good thing you know and I’d get rid of it in a heartbeat if I could. Draco, I’m not the kind to shag around or have superficial relationships. That’s why I was surprised I let it go as far as it did this afternoon, and that I more than wanted it to. But I don’t regret it, it was amazing. If we decide to do this I need to warn you, I’m going to want to take this slowly. Relationships and love mean a lot to me, and casual sex doesn’t. I will only sleep with someone when I’m 100% committed to that person in body and soul. You will need to be patient with me.”

Draco reached out and took his hand.

“Does that mean you want to give us a go Harry?” Harry smiled.

“Yeah, I really do. God, how weird is this? Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, a couple!”

“I think it sounds good. ‘Let me introduce you to my boyfriend Harry’. Yeah, I could definitely get used to saying that.” Harry chuckled lightly.

“When you say it like that it does sound rather great. So… are you my boyfriend now then?”

Draco answered him with another kiss, not quite as chaste as the one they’d shared a few minutes previously.

“Oh yes” he replied breathlessly.
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