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Salvation	By : ElegantMaverick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lies

Harry took a walk around a near by park for three hours. It was a walk where he was trying to think of everything to try and make sense of it, but also trying to think of nothing because it confused him so much. There were so many thoughts in his head that he couldn't separate one from another. His mind was full of words and pictures that unnerved him and made more uncomfortable than he had ever been before. This was so much worse than anything that happened with Cho or Ginny � at least they were girls, he thought bitterly.

Eventually, Harry realized that he was outside in the cold with only a t-shirt and jeans on. No wonder he was getting such strange looks from everyone passing by. When he realized this, he felt the cold his body had been blocking out. Quickly, Harry went home to heat himself, hoping Draco wouldn't be there.

The first thing Harry saw when he walked in the door was the couch. That goddamn couch! It started all of it! He saw himself lying on it, looking up to Draco's face. He saw himself waking up to find his body on another that was hard and curve-less, obviously not a woman's body.

Harry wanted to break something.

And then a new thought came into his head. Ron and Hermione were gone on their honeymoon. He had no one to go to. As of late, when he was in this situation, he would go to Draco. That wasn't going to work this time. He couldn't tell any of his other friends, having lost contact with most of them besides a casual hello. He couldn't tell anyone in the Weasley family because they would not understand. Only Mrs. Weasley and Ginny seemed to take the Draco well.

"Well fuck, I'm screwed," Harry sighed to himself while running his hands though his hair, pulling it as if to wake himself from a dream.

I should have known this was going to happen, Harry thought. It was so obvious that he was completely obsessed with me. All the attention he gave me during school. Sure it was negative, but why focus so much time on someone if you didn't have strong feelings for them? And any strong feelings, even the bad ones, can be turned to desire. It was so clear. Then he started coming in to where I work. He could have gone to hundreds of other books stores when he realized I was there, but nooo he had to keep coming to mine, somehow knowing when I was working. He sends an owl to Hermione, knowing full well that she's going to want to invite him over after that and also knowing that I'm always there. Why did he want to help me so much with that pain potion? Fuck Harry! Are your eyes never open?

There was something else about this entire situation that bothered him more than anything else: He started all of it. He was the one to compliment Draco on his neck and tell him he wanted to touch it! What the hell was he on?! Draco must have slipped something in to the fire whisky because he would have never done that if he was of sound mind, he thought to himself.

And damn it all! He enjoyed himself. He couldn't remember the last time a person's touch could affect him the way Draco's had. It was like Draco didn't even have to touch him, he just had to look at him and he melt. That wasn't normal! Why couldn't he just be normal and have normal relationships with normal people?

For close to four hours, Harry was lost in thought, sitting on the couch in silence and darkness. It wasn't until seven in the evening when someone knocked at the door that Harry finally broke away from his mind.

Opening the door, Harry had a pretty good idea already of who it was. When he saw Draco on the other side, he didn't know how to react. Harry wanted to slam the door shut and tightly lock it. He also wanted to welcome him in and act as if nothing had ever happen and there was no reason to act differently. He also wanted to pull him in and tell Draco everything as if he weren't involved and was an unbiased party. All of this went through Harry's head in a flash of a second.

"We should probably talk," Draco finally said while walking in to Harry's apartment, not waiting for an invitation he knew he might not get.

"Yeah," was all Harry could think to say.

"Everything that happened last night was just the alcohol. You know this, yeah?" Draco asked and sat on the couch and motioned Harry to do the same. Harry wanted to remind him what happened last time they were on that couch together, but thought that might be a little immature of him.

"Well, I guess," Harry said while running his hand through his hair.

"'Cause we were pretty trashed," Draco said with a slight chuckle.

"You mean it didn't mean anything to you?" Harry questioned. He turned to face Draco for the first time since he had opened the door.

"Of course not," Draco huffed. "It was just because we were drunk and needed some kind of release. I mean, I know I haven't gotten laid in two years, and didn't you say three? If that isn't an immediate demand for release, I don't know what is. Plus you saw your ex and wanted revenge, and what better revenge is there besides hooking up with someone else?" He acted as if it were all so simple.

"And you totally look like a girl," Harry mumbled to himself. He was giving himself another reason as to why they were so confused the night before. Draco didn't hear him. It was probably a good thing he did, too, because he would probably have severely hurt Harry for it.

There was a pause in the conversation. But it wasn't the pause the two were used to where they were comforting and content. This was one of those awkward silences. "Look," Draco said, "why don't I leave you alone to think or whatever. I can tell you're still a little uncomfortable and I don't blame you."

"Yeah, I think that would be best," Harry answered while rising from the couch. Draco knew Harry wanted him out and he wanted him out quickly. That was okay, he could do that for his friend.

When he had reached the door, which Harry didn't walk him to, Draco turned around. "See you later," he whispered and left.

Upon arriving home, Draco had a rage through his body that could not be matched. A decorative vase that was near the door of his manor was chucked soundly against the wall and shattered in to thousands of piece Draco would clean up later, maybe.

It was hard enough having to hide from Harry, who was very straight, that he was gay. But now he goes and does something like that. All Harry had to do was add one and one together to understand Draco's little secret! Like the brunette would actually believe any of the bullshit he said while he was there. If he did believe it, Harry was a lot dumber than Draco had originally thought.

The blonde was just so upset that everything he said was a lie. Of course last night wasn't because of the alcohol! Of course it meant something to me! Why didn't I just tell him the truth? Wouldn't have that been easier?

No, no, that would just complicate things. You can't just going around messing around with straight men and suddenly tell them, "By the way, I'm gay. After this, you might be too." Harry would die. If things aren't complicated enough for him, I just have to through this in to the mix. He's never gong to talk to me again.

It's not like I planned on Harry getting drunk. That's not why I got him the drink in the first place. I just knew how upset he was and knew that he needed to be taken away. And when we went back to his place and had more, I didn't think we � well he � was going to get that smashed. I thought it would be more of a light drink. But the bitch of it all is: I wouldn't take it back for the life of me. It was nice being wanted from someone, even more so someone that knew the truth about me and wasn't revolted. It was an amazing feeling.

I'm sure it all was a physical thing. I mean, Harry is a good looking man. He's thin and muscled. He has a very attractive face and hair that I want to constantly want to touch. He does have a smile that would make anyone attracted to men weak. And from the feel of it, he has a cock to die for. How am I not supposed to be attracted to that?

Or maybe I just like that I can tell him the truth. There is no one else I could walk up to and say, "I had another nightmare about killing my dad," that wouldn't send me straight to the Ministry. We have a connection that no one else has, so of course I'm going to want to get even closer to him.

Then again he is funny and witty every now and then. When I'm around him I suddenly don't feel like the world wants me dead. He can make me feel like I am something here and I do have a purpose. He makes me feel so good about myself. Every time we spend time together I can't think of anything I would rather be doing. He makes me so happy.

"Fuck," Draco sighed. "I like Harry Potter."

Reviews
wizli - Harry wasn't so much being mean as being so confused he didn't know what to do with himself and running away seemed like the best idea. Harry doesn't know how to handle things very well. hehe

Tac - Yeah, Hermione wasn't very pleased, but was distracted by how happy her and Ron were that she thought she'd just beat him later. Ginny was being...a little ditzy.

Keba-kun - Drunk Harry and Draco is the best, huh?

jay - You should have seen my face when I read what you said - I was smiling ear to ear. I'm so glad you like to it read on. Thank you so much!

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