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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Draco stormed into the common room, barging into Blaise’s room. “I’m your fucking best friend! You just sat there and let this go on! How the fuck can you do that to another human being?!” He shouted.
Blaise sighed, closing the door and putting up a silencing spell. “He told you, then.” He stated tiredly.
Draco walked up to where Blaise was sitting on his bed, a book open in front of him. “Yeah, you prick, he told me! You knew the whole time, I bet. Did you give him the fucking idea?” He asked.
Blaise sighed. “I didn’t know he liked you, but I had suspicions about you. I warned him to not get involved, and he decided to keep you at arm’s length, but when you made your speech about not giving up, he gave in. You had a part in this, too. If you hadn’t pursued him-”
“But I did.” Draco snapped. “And still, you didn’t tell me. Not even one bloody hint.” He hissed.
Blaise sighed. “Harry didn’t want anyone to have to know. He’s in enough danger here due to most of our parents being ex-Death Eaters. He wanted to finish school and start his own life, without the press and the idolatry that Harry Potter gets. He may never be back to normal, you know. Who else could he risk telling? Do you know how many people, male and female, would go to the press immediately when they found out his secret?” He pressed. Then he narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t already have sex, did you?”
Draco groaned, sitting on the bed beside Blaise and running his hands through his hair. “Almost. Merlin, I wanted to. Ce… Harry… Things got heavy, between us. I was sure that Celeste was a girl. I’d seen proof.” He smiled sadly. “Gods, it was perfectly form-”
“That’s more than enough info, Draco.” Blaise interrupted, blushing. “And yes, I’ve seen Harry as a girl too, thanks. I just didn’t look quite so close.”
Draco glared at him. “How did you see him naked?!” He snapped.
Blaise smirked. “He was unconscious when he appeared on our grounds. I helped nurse him back to health.” He raised an eyebrow. “If you’re so jealous, go tell him you’d like to try again.” Blaise’s smile faded. “He cried over you, you know? When he thought he’d have to give up on you.”
Draco sighed. “It’s not that easy, Blaise. How can I trust him again? What if there’s something else he’s keeping from me?”
“Think about it this way:” Blaise said calmly, “he’s a good-looking bloke. You like blokes. You also need an heir, and a wife. He can give you both of those things. Okay, he kept one thing from you, and he regrets it. He wouldn’t do it again. Isn’t that exactly what you need right now? Think about it, Draco. You’d inherit, and the ministry would have to let you keep your fortune and the Manor, no matter what. Plus, you’d have a beautiful, intelligent wife who loves you dearly and would no doubt want to give you plenty of children.”
Draco closed his eyes, imagining Harry’s body swelling with his child and a tiny girl with black curls and grey eyes. “I want that.” He whispered. “I want it so badly. But I can’t forgive Harry for the lie.” He groaned, curling his hands into fists. “Blaise, what do you really think I should do?” He asked desperately.
*****
Harry finally got up, wondering how long he had been sitting there, hoping Draco would forgive him and come back.
Of course, he didn’t.
Harry quickly changed back into the girl’s Quidditch robes, reapplying his make-up and covering not only his scar, but the evidence of tears he had shed. Finally, he headed back to the Slytherin common room, immediately going to his room and lying in bed.
Millicent opened his door and sighed. “Severus wants to talk with you. He’s in his lab.” She said shortly. “It’s urgent.”
Harry nodded, getting up and heading to the lab, sullenly.
Severus looked up when he entered, turning to close the door with his wand and face Harry. “Potter.” He said in greeting.
“Sir?” Harry asked.
“I have researched possible potions to stop your gender changes. Sadly, it is highly likely that it can never be cured. However, this also means you can carry a child if you have sex with a male while female or shortly before.”
Harry sighed. “I don’t care. I’m gay, but I still want kids.” ‘Too bad that won’t even be a possibility.’
Severus nodded. “I will continue trying. If I find a possible potion someday, I will contact you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
*****
Harry knocked on Pansy’s door, smiling wryly when she opened it.
“Oh, Celeste.” She said happily. “Come on in.”
As soon as the door was shut, Harry sat on her bed, sighing heavily. “So, it’s over. I told him, and I’m pretty sure he hates me more now than ever before.”
Pansy sighed and sat next to Harry, wrapping her arms around him. “Is there any chance you can find someone else? Is there no one you can trust with all this?” She asked.
“I don’t want someone else.” Harry said wearily. “I only wanted him. I just… I need help.” He said softly.
Pansy nodded. “Is there anything I can do?” She asked.
Harry bit his lip. “Do you think… Ron can’t keep a secret if his life depends on it, not one like this, anyway, but… I want to talk to Hermione. Can you help me do that? I need someone that knows me that well, someone that can figure out a way for me to get over him. Plus… I miss her.”
Pansy bit her lip, thinking. It would be easy enough to slip the girl a note in class. But what should it say?
*****
Hermione re-read the letter Pansy had handed her surreptitiously as they entered DADA.
Granger-
I have a friend that could use some advice, and you are the only person that can solve her dilemma, I believe. Please meet us in the empty classroom across from Charms at 5:00 PM.
-Pansy
Of course, here she was, standing outside the classroom door, debating whether to believe it or not. She drew a deep breath and flung the door open.
“Get in here and shut the door!” Pansy’s voice hissed from the dark classroom.
Hermione got in and was about to cast Lumos when the lights were lit, and the word stuck in her throat.
“Harry?” She whispered in disbelief, looking at the girl with familiar glasses and an even more familiar scar.
“Hey.” Harry said. “It’s Celeste, now. I had a bit of a genetic makeover because of the final battle. I don’t want anyone to know about me, so I let Harry Potter die publicly.”
Hermione sat in the desk in front of Harry’s. “Alright, you can explain later. So, what advice do you need?”
Harry bit his lip. “First, let me explain a few things. I decided to get re-sorted and start over, since I wanted Harry Potter to stay gone so I could just be me. Blaise had the perfect identity for me to pick up, so I did. Right before the school year started, we tested my new persona by having Draco ‘meet’ her. Draco had had a crush on Harry, but he immediately took a liking to Celeste. And… I tried to push him away. But he told me he wouldn’t give up on me, and I cracked. We were dating up until last night. I told him who I really was, and he took me lying about it pretty hard. I need to find a way to get over it, and how to learn to live without love, because who can I find that will accept all this?”
Hermione sighed. “Wow. Harry, I’m so sorry! It’ll be okay. You will find someone else, I know it. As far as getting over him, all I can suggest is give it time. I know it sounds trite, but time will heal you. The pain fades. Don’t be afraid to have a relationship, and if the chance arises, try to find someone you can trust.”
“I guess I can just wait it out. How much do you think it will hurt, seeing him every day?” Harry asked, softly.
“Probably a lot. But you can handle it. It’s only for the rest of the year, and it looks like you have some good friends to help you through it. And I’m always here. Write to me once in a while.” She said. “You can get through this.”
“Is there any way you can think of to get my mind off him?” Harry asked.
Hermione smiled. “Play Quidditch? You always loved to fly.”
Harry nodded slowly. “That would be nice. But Draco’s the captain of the Quidditch team, and he already plays Seeker for Slytherin. I’m no good at any other positions, I don’t have any experience.”
“How many times has Slytherin, or rather, Malfoy, beaten you?” She asked, smirking.
Harry leaned forward eagerly, smirking back. “I like the way you think.”
Pansy raised an eyebrow. “So do I.” She agreed. “Draco’s scheduled tryouts for Thursday evening.”
*****
Celeste stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, holding her Firebolt and tossing her curls as she met Draco’s eyes, smiling winningly.
“Why are you here?” Draco asked venomously.
“I’m trying out for the team.” She answered calmly.
Draco sneered at her. “Oh? Which position?” He asked in a deceptively kind tone.
Celeste smirked. “Do you even need to ask?”
“No. Go back to the common room. The position isn’t open.”
“You have to at least let me try. Come on, you want to win, right?”
Draco glared at her. “Of course I want to win, th-”
“And how often have I lost, hm? I’m sure you’ve been keeping score.” Celeste whispered in his ear.
Draco fumed as he watched her walk a few steps away, then mount her broom and kick off, her long black curls streaming behind her. ‘Damn. Even when Potter dies, I can’t get away from him.’ Draco thought. He smirked as Celeste dodged a bludger sent her way by Millicent, calling out light-hearted taunts to the other girl as she passed. ‘For a dead person, she’s a good flier. I can handle seeing her for practice if it means slaughtering the competition.’
*****
“Good flying, Harry!” Millicent cheered, raising her glass to Harry, as they celebrated in his room.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “You act like you’re surprised. He’s been playing Seeker for six years, and he has natural talent. This is nothing special for him.”
Harry grinned at her. “Shut up and drink. Don’t waste a perfectly good excuse to celebrate.”
“Fine.” Pansy took a long swallow of Firewhiskey, then smirked at Harry. “Better?”
Harry nodded. “Much. Now, about my awesomeness-”
Millicent snorted. “Shut up and drink, fairy boy.” She replied drolly.
Harry sat up, blinking at her dazedly. “Oi!” He finally decided, before taking another gulp of Firewhiskey. “Don’t call me that! Just because I wear girl’s clothes doesn’t mean I’m gay!”
Pansy shrugged. “But we know you are.” She reminded him.
Harry frowned. “That’s not the point!”
“Then what is?” Millicent asked.
Harry thought for a moment. “I forgot.” He said decidedly.
Pansy sighed, smiling fondly. “You aren’t a big drinker, are you?” She asked in amusement.
Harry grinned. “Nope!” He happily told her. “But what a time to start!”
Millicent looked at Harry thoughtfully. He was lounging on his bed in boxers only, completely comfortable with them. ‘Well, at least he’ll be a happy alcoholic.’ She thought, knowing that he was looking for any way to bury the pain.
Harry groaned, arching off the bed and stretching.
Pansy snorted. “What are you, a cat?” She asked teasingly.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes. Meow, pet me! Come on, stroke the pussy.” He replied.
Millicent smothered a chuckle. “Come on, time for bed. We have classes tomorrow, and it looks like Harry is already going to have a hangover.”
Harry pouted. “Aw, come on!” He whined.
Millicent rolled her eyes. “No. You’re being cut off. Get some sleep.”
Harry sighed as the two girls left, then buried his face in his pillow.
*****
Celeste sighed, grabbing a piece of parchment and writing a quick note, passing it to Pansy.
‘Does Draco talk about me?’
Pansy rolled her eyes. ‘If you would come out of your room and hang out in the common room for once, you would know.’ She wrote back.
‘I don’t want to see him. I see him enough during classes and, soon, Quidditch practice.’ Celeste wrote back.
Pansy ground her teeth. ‘I will not speak to you until you talk to him and get things straightened out. I am not your go-between!’ She scribbled, then shoved it across the desk to Celeste, glaring at her.
Celeste pressed her lips together, then looked up at Pansy. Finally, she sighed and nodded.
Pansy smiled, turning back to Professor Binns’ droning. Mission accomplished.
*****
Draco stopped short at the gentle touch on his shoulder. “What?” He asked coldly, not even turning around.
Harry drew his hand back. “I want to talk to you.” He said softly, looking around at the empty hall. “In private.” He added.
Draco sighed disgustedly. “I have nothing to say to you.” He said shortly.
“Can I get some answers, at least?” Harry asked cautiously.
Draco strode into the nearest empty classroom, waiting for Harry to follow before he locked the door behind them. “There. What do you want?”
Harry bit his lip. “You love me. Harry Potter, not Celeste Scarletti.”
Draco sneered, crossing his arms. “Loved. Past tense. And that wasn’t a question.” He said.
Harry sighed. “I know. But if you loved me, why are you so angry at me? I lied about my name and my past, nothing else. I wouldn’t even tell you I loved you until you knew who I am. What did I do that was so heinously wrong?”
Draco gritted his teeth in frustration. “Do you want me to fall at your feet proclaiming undying devotion to the one who betrayed me? I believed you were dead, and when I met ‘Celeste’ I forced myself to let you go. In. Vain.” He hissed coldly. “You could have spared me that, had you been less selfish.”
“You could have spared yourself, if you hadn’t chased me so damn hard. I can’t keep pushing you away when you tell me you won’t give up! What was I supposed to do?!”
“Tell me the truth!” Draco shouted. “You could have told me. I would have been a little angry, but I realize the need for discretion. You want to be out of the limelight, that’s fine. But you can’t keep your identity a secret from your love interest, and not have it backfire when they find out, Potter. Life doesn’t work that way.” He said firmly.
Harry sat in a desk, looking up at Draco. “Why can’t it? Why can’t we try again? Draco, you are probably the only person that I could be with. I can’t just go around telling everyone that I’m Harry Potter and, by the way, I have a vagina and can get pregnant.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Then have Severus make you a potion to cure your little ‘dilemma’ and leave me out of it.”
“It probably can’t be cured. He’s pretty sure.” Harry said softly.
Draco pressed his lips together. “Well, that’s not my problem, now is it?” He sneered.
Harry sighed. “No, it’s not. Is there no way that we might be able to try again?”
“You’re not giving up, are you?” Draco asked dryly, seeing the irony. Now it was his turn to deal with someone that wasn’t giving up.
“Not without a fight.” Harry admitted.
“Give me time. If we hang out, in a group setting, mind you, and I can see for sure that you really haven’t been acting a part, maybe we can try again. But no promises.” Draco said cautiously.
Harry drew a deep breath. “Okay. But don’t intentionally try to hurt me, please. I don’t think I can take it.”
Draco frowned. “I won’t play games if you don’t, Harry.” He allowed.
“I wouldn’t.” Harry said softly. “I’ve lost too much already.”
Draco nodded and left the room without further comment.
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