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Rage	By : blake5156 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter. 7: Hard Truths

“So how was your trip to to Turkey?”

Draco and Blaise were having lunch in the atrium the following Friday. He had not been home since Tuesday night and he felt homesick. He missed his son, and even Astoria. Her presence was a calming force in his life. He was hesitant to see Blaise after everything that had happened with Harry, but yearned for some semblance of normalcy, and Blaise was part of that.

“Fine.”

“Was Potter a pain?”

“No more than usual,” he couldn’t meet his eyes.

Blaise was no longer the only man he had ever slept with. It felt horribly uncomfortable to keep this from him.

“Interesting. You usually have more to say when you come back from a work trip with Potter. He usually drives you barmy by the end of it.”

Draco shrugged into his salad.

He knew what Blaise was alluding to with that comment. Harry did, indeed, drive him crazy when they traveled together. That’s why the very first thing Draco did the night he came back from a work trip was tuck Scorpius into bed and floo to Blaise’s for an entire evening of fucking. It had become tradition.

“You’re coming over tonight, right?”

“Not tonight.”

Blaise’s shoulders fell. They ate in silence for a little while.

“Are you upset about what I said the other day? I don’t want it to make things awkward between us.”

Draco looked up. Blaise was wearing an apprehensive look as if walking through a mine field. It made his heart squeeze. Blaise thought his behavior was due to his Wednesday morning confession, and Draco seethed with guilt over the fact that he hadn’t given it a second thought, until now.

His recent encounters with Harry had obliterated all his old memories. He felt like he was living in someone else’s body, and every cell in this new body was filled with Harry’s scent. He worried that Blaise would be able to tell what happened just by looking at him, as if Harry were seeping out through his very pores.

“Of course not Blaise. It’s fine.”

Wanting to switch topics, he asked, “How’s Jacob?”

“He’s okay. We still see each other, but nothing’s happened between us, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Blaise, you deserve to be happy, no matter who it’s with. I reacted badly as first, I admit. I apologize for that. I want you to know that I support you in this.”

Blaise was horrified. His stunt with Jacob was having the opposite effect than what he intended. His worst fear was being realized. He had pushed Draco away with his heavy proclamations. What was he thinking, telling him he loved him, demanding that he leave his wife for him? He had felt emboldened with his coming out. He wanted to scream every truth he held inside from the highest mountain top, for all to hear.

He had stayed awake all night, expecting Draco to show up and fuck him hard into the mattress, at any hour. He knew Draco was sexually frustrated having gone several weeks without, and his stunt with Jacob was sure to tip him over the edge. It wasn’t until the next day that he realized he wasn’t in London anymore. With Draco gone for a few days, he had time to think and realized he had made a grave mistake.

“Listen, forget everything I said that day. Everything’s fine the way it is. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a complete lapse in judgement. My head was all jumbled from the newspaper article which wasn’t even accurate, by the way. I’m bisexual, not gay, as you know. I will start dating a pureblood woman soon and we can continue where we left off.”

The truth was he wasn’t bisexual or gay. His whole life, the only person he had ever really longed for was Draco. Everyone else was just superfluous, a way to waste time. They could be man, woman, goblin, or elf, it didn’t matter.

“No Blaise, you were absolutely right. What’s the point of living your life for other people? I think you should give this Jacob bloke a fair shot and see where it goes. I’ll keep my distance this time…”

He could see Blaise wanted to argue with him, so he reached out to lay a hand on top of his, even though they were in a semi-public place. His eyes softened as he looked at him tenderly. No one was paying attention to them. They were in an alcove tucked away from view.

“…but you’re still my closest friend and the person I trust above all others. Nothing can ever change that.”

…..

“Well, this looks cozy,” Harry’s voice rang out.

Draco snapped his hand away from Blaise’s so fast that it became a blur.

He felt his face flush and his heart took off into a sprint. Suddenly, he had become an ickle first year girl who had just spotted her schoolgirl crush. He crossed his arms sullenly and looked away, hating himself. Blaise noticed but attributed it to being caught in an intimate position.

“What would your new boy-toy say, if he could see you now? Jacob, was it?” he teased.

“Was there something you needed, Potter? We’re kind of in the middle of something.” Blaise asked, in the same brash tone Harry usually used with him.

Harry’s eyes narrowed at him as he stepped closer to the table. Draco felt blanketed by his angry magic. He was sure Blaise felt it too because he saw him withdraw slightly as Harry put his hands on the table and looked straight into his eyes with pure loathing.

“That’s Auror Potter, to you,” he spat.

Gone was jolly Saint Potter with his boyish grin, and in his place stood the man who had defeated the Dark Lord. Harry was formidable in his anger. This moment made clear why he was made Head Auror, and Draco almost pitied the criminals caught in his path. There was the sound of metal grating the floor as Zabini backed his chair away. Potter was right in his face, and if looks could kill…

“Auror Malfoy, I need to see you in my office when you’re done with your lunch date. Take your time.” He turned and stormed away.

“Whoa, what crawled up his arse?” Blaise asked.

“Who knows?” He answered, standing up. “But I should get back to work. Think about what I said.”

“Wait, Draco…”

“I have to go. We’ll talk later.”

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Draco stood in front of Harry’s door, dreading what was on the other side. He didn’t believe in the muggle God, but made the sign of the cross, just in case, and braced himself as he entered.

When he closed the door behind him, he heard it lock and sensed the blanket of sound proofing that came from the silencing charm when it was cast in a room. Potter hadn’t moved a muscle or uttered a single world. He managed to cast both charms wandlessly and nonverbally. Draco had never seen anything like it.

He stood there very still and frankly, a little afraid. He waited, what seemed like a long, for Harry to speak or even just to look at him, but he continued to read something on his desk.

“You asked to see me.”

Potter took a long time to look up and answer, and when he did, Draco was surprised to see vulnerability there. Rather than looking angry as Draco expected, he just looked sad and smaller, somehow. He cleared his throat to speak.

“My arse is very sore today. I’m in pain sitting down, right now.”

Draco cast his eyes to the ground, unbelieving that Harry would bring this up at work.

“You know, from your cock being inside me for the past two days. Or don’t you remember?”

Draco took a deep breath. He knew that was a dig at him for claiming he hadn’t remembered their first time.

“I can heal that for you,” he said softly.

Draco didn’t know why he didn’t do this in the first place. He always did it for Blaise, in the past. The thought had occurred to him, but he wanted Harry to feel it for a little while, though he couldn’t say why. He also hadn’t healed his own love bites, opting to glamour them instead.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Silence.

“I was just thinking….where DO you find the time?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Draco said in a small voice.

Harry leaned forward in his chair.

“You know exactly what I mean!” his voice rose to a shout and it startled him.

Harry leaned back in his chair as if exhausted and clutched his forehead with his fingers. He let out a large gust of air.

Draco didn’t know what to say, but he needed to come up with something fast.

“I was just telling Blaise that I support him with Jacob. I was assuring him that our friendship would remain unchanged, when you walked up.”

“I know all about your ‘friendship,’ Malfoy. Did you forget that too?”

Draco stepped forward to sit in the chair across from him.

“Listen Harry, work is the most important thing in my life right now. I need it to stay constant because I can’t imagine doing anything else. I know, for you, becoming an auror was smooth sailing, but you have no idea how hard I’ve worked to get to this point, how hard I work still, to keep myself here. I’m still hated in the Wizarding world. I know it’s hard for someone like you to understand what that’s like, but this is all I have. I’m not seeing Blaise anymore, but I can’t let anything get in the way of what I have here, which is why we can never repeat what happened in Turkey. I know where this could go, but I’m not you. I’m not free to do whatever I like, without anticipating consequences. You're my boss. I’ll lose my job over this.”

Harry remained quiet, staring at his desk.

“Besides, did you forget that you’re the Savior of the Wizarding world and I’m an ex-death eater?” Harry finally looked up as he pulled up his sleeve to show him the dark mark. It was faded but still stark against the white background. It stood ugly and raised, the only blemish on his porcelain skin.

“Not to mention the fact that we’re both still married. The media would go into a frenzy if they ever caught wind of this, which they undoubtedly will. You are followed everywhere you go by cameras and fans. The newspapers would crucify me, and my family would pay the price. This thing between us is just an impossibility, for so many reasons. I hope you can understand that.”

Harry was still quiet, looking defeated now. Draco started feeling guilty.

“If it makes a difference, I very much enjoyed our time together. I won’t forget it….now, can I get back to work?”

Harry just nodded and Malfoy stood to leave. Walking out, he couldn’t get Harry’s face out his mind, his head hung low, looking for all the world, as if there would never be a Christmas again.
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