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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione, mention of OC x Draco, Harry x OC.

Authors Notes: Hey
everybody!! Just for a heads up, this story is an interlude with �Unknown�;
it�s based between the two years, five months and twenty days. I am also
thinking of writing another story once I�ve finished this one, based around and
after the wedding, I�m not too sure yet.

Anyway, for all those who reviewed my last story �Unknown�
and are continuing onto this story, welcome back, and those who are new, you
don�t have to read �Unknown� to understand this story, but if you want to read
it, it�s in my bio. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter One � Double
Trouble

When I say I want something, most of the times that means
that I want something and I want it now. It does not mean that I am willing
to wait. It certainly does not mean that you are allowed to get said thing in
your own time. And it absolutely, positively does not mean that one can ignore
me when I request for said thing!

I tell you, I am fuming! It has been at least the fifth
request I have made today, and still it has been denied. I swear Potter is just
mentally incapable of understanding that when I say I want something, it means I want something. Either that or he�s doing the whole thing on purpose�
I�m leaning towards the latter, seeing as he has that grin on his face. The
bastard of all born bastards!

�Potter! I swear to you, on a grave that holds some form of
importance, I will not tolerate being ignored. Nor will I tolerate that stupid
grin!� I snap, and if he doesn�t take my hidden warning, there will be
consequences. I am not kidding; actually I am far from kidding.

Slowly, and casually! Yes, I am offended, he�s being casual!
Potter looks to me, and the bloody moron is amused! As in going through an
emotion I do not approve of! He is really trying my patience!

�I�m not ignoring you, Draco. Trust me. You would know if I
was ignoring you.� The rudeness of him! And he has the balls to say that to my
face! He is truly dumb.

I cross my arms over my chest and give him my best ever �
and I am proud � glare. But the affects I was trying to give out seem to have
been lost somewhere on its three foot travel. And seeing as I didn�t get any
form of a cringe, whimper, cry for help or Potter bolting for the closest exit,
I feel somewhat offended. I had put a lot of work into that glare!

And with his still amused gin-y smirk, I�ve got the right to
give up and throw myself onto the lounge opposite him. Though I do not slacken
the effects of my glare, I will get him running, screaming, whimpering and
more. I swear on my life I will!

Oh, he sighed! My glare is succeeding! Maybe a little
slowly, but it�s getting there!

Then again it could also be because he just shook his head
and looked like he didn�t know what to do with me. Well he can do nothing! If
he so much as touches me, I will scream and do so much more. Be afraid!

�Draco, Draco, Draco� Stay away, stay away, stay away.

And yet the fool moves closer, walking over to me and
sitting on the floor in front of me. O-kay then�

I refuse to speak though, I only glare at him, making sure
he sees that I am angry with him and turn my head, refusing to look at him and
becoming decently interested in the picture that�s hanging on the wall. It�s an
interesting picture, it looks like a storm� yet there�s no lightening�
interesting indeed.

He touched me!

With his fingers clasping my chin, Harry slowly turns my
head, making me look into those damn vibrant green eyes and see his amusement
and, damn it, why does he always have to look at me with love? He knows that
always weakens me!

�What?� I snap, refusing to be weakened by his emotional
eyes. Oh I am strong!!

He only grins and sits up, his lips meeting mine, his hand
slipping away from my chin and moving behind my head, sliding into my hair and
messing it up. I put a lot of work into that!

And even though I�ve been dating the damn idiot of an
ex-Gryffindor for the past eight months, I swear I�ll never get used to his
kisses. Each one is different; each one holds its own variety of emotions and
flavour. Like this one for example, it tastes like the coffee he drinks, yet
there�s a hint of chocolate. And the emotions behind this kiss are so gentle
that it actually puts me at peace. There are the shimmers of love, happiness
and affection.

I move into the kiss, my own hands coming up to rest on the
brunette�s shoulders, and slowly sliding around his neck, my fingers digging
into the long waves.

The kiss doesn�t go any deeper, and it�s too soon that he
breaks it and rests his forehead against mine. �You�re a spoilt git.� Oh, the
romance kicks in.

I pull away and glare at him, �Oh, well thank you! And you
an insensitive prick!� Oh, my words will sting!

And yet he doesn�t show any form of pain, there aren�t even
red welts forming. What ever happened to the sting of my words?

�Right, well I�m glad that�s all settled� He speaks, heaving
himself to his feet and watching me as I can only look up at him with an
outraged expression. I am far from being amused.

And with a roll of the eyes, Harry sits beside me, his arms
curling around my waist, his head resting on my shoulder. �You know you love
me� And the damn git uses my words against me! I knew when I had admitted that
I loved him a few months ago; it had been the biggest mistake of my life. Yet
at the time it seemed good.

I mean, I have never seen someone�s eyes light up with so
much joy in all my life, nor have I ever experienced a bone crushing hug and a
lip-bruising kiss�. Well maybe I have experience the kiss thing before.

But then he starts to use my words against me! I mean, its
fine if I use his words against him, but the other way around is not acceptable
and I will not tolerate it.

�Did I ever say I was talking to you, Potter?� I ask, giving
him a side-glance, only to see him smirking. �And what, pray tell, do you find
so amusing?� I snap, making sure he hears my displeasure with his emotions. I
swear, when I want him to be angry or something like that, he goes and does the
opposite emotion on purpose. It�s just not fair.

�Nothing. But you know, you�ll have to learn to live with
me� He stated.

I don�t think so!

�Yes, and you�re going to have to learn to understand that
when I want something, I get it. Not later, not when you feel like getting up
to get it, but when I ask for it� I snap back.

�So you agree that you will live with me?� He asks with his
brows rose in question.

Well the nerve! I go to snap a retort back at him, hopefully
one that will leave a whiplash, but
then I pause, and slowly I replay his sentence in my head. Were there hidden
words in that sentence? Hm, it sounds like there were.

�What the hell are you talking about?�

Harry pulls back a little, �I said �Does that mean you�ll
agree to live with me?�� He repeated, and this time looking all that much more
serious.

I swallow. �And this is something like� an actual question?�
I ask, bitting the inside of my cheek as I study his features. My breath almost
catches in my throat when I watch him nod his head, his eyes locked with mine.

I swear, if I�m hearing what I think I�m hearing� then� then
I am certainly going to get some hearing aids, he didn�t just ask me to� Well�
To move in with him, did he?

�Yes, it was an actual question� Harry chuckles, though it
did seem partly like a nervous chuckle.

So I wasn�t hearing things. B-but� aren�t we taking a bit of
a big leap here? I mean, I only said I loved him few months ago, and now he�s
asking me to move in with him? What�s next, a marriage proposal?

�I� I. Harry� i-isn�t this
a little too soon?� I manage to squeak out, yes I know squeak out! I squeaked! Oh, the humiliation!

He smiles at me, �Maybe for you, but it�s something I�ve
wanted to ask you for a while now� he stated, making me look away when those
emotions began to swell around, making me remember that Harry had loved me long
before I even considered looking at him in that way� hell, he liked me when we
were in school.

�B-But� I- Oh, Harry I don�t know� I-I� and I can�t find
anything else to say. My voice feels like it�s decided to go on strike and I
can actually feel tears in the back of my eyes! What�s with that!? I have no
idea why I�m going emotional on him. He just asked me to move in with him, but
I don�t know what to do.

I know I love him, but I don�t know how much I love him. I
have no idea if he�s �the one�. He�s a great guy, and I know he loves me with
all his heart, and would throw himself off a cliff for me� but� I don�t know
about me. What do I feel?

Leaning forward, Harry presses a kiss to my lips, his hand
once again moving up, this time his thumb began to stroke my cheek, whipping
away the first tear that decided to fall, much to my displeasure. I hate
crying, especially in public, and especially in front of Harry!

�You don�t have to answer me now, Draco. You can think about
it. I�m not asking for a reply nor am I expecting a reply. I will always wait�
he said, looking so sincere and patient that another tear slipped down my
cheek.

�I-I�m sorry! I-I just don�t know� I manage, and truly hate
myself for my lack of understanding. I wish I had an answer, I wish I could
just say �Yes� or even �No�. The answer I�ve given isn�t fair, it leaves him
hanging and it makes me feel guilty. I�m sure it took Harry a lot of courage to
ask that question, and I just throw it back in his face! What kind of boyfriend
am I?

Leaning forward and kissing the next tear away, Harry smiles
softly at me. �How about I get you that chocolate sundae you wanted?�

I chuckled, though it was a wet chuckle, seeing as my throat
was still a little closed and I still had tears in my eyes. �I�d like that� I
manage to say, sending him a small smile.

Once again he leans forward and kisses me, this time on my
lips. And tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiling, he stands and
walks towards the kitchen, leaving me on the lounge to try and compose myself.

This really wasn�t something I was expecting. It�s a
Saturday and both Harry and I were just relaxing and having a break from work,
and now there�s this. Harry must hate me, or at least he should hate me. I�ve
done nothing to deserve his love. I�m always hurting him in some way or
another. I don�t disserve him or his love.

A few moments later,
Harry returns with a chocolate sundae in hand, along with a small spoon. �Here�
he says as he hands it to me, sitting beside me at the same time.

�Thanks.�

I�ve somewhat controlled my emotions, and I manage to look
less tearful then the state he had left me in. I know he hates to upset me, and
I already know he�s kicked himself for asking me. It only makes me feel worse.

�Harry, w-why do you love me?� And don�t even try and ask me
where that question came from. I swear, sometimes I just become so insecure.

Both brows shooting up, Harry looks back at me with
surprise, plus that look that says �Where do I start� but then he smiles and
opens his arms, allowing me to move further towards him and to lean against his
chest.

�Well, there are a lot of reasons really. I love your
personality, your smile, your eyes, your humour� What else? Well, you�re
incredibly cute, and well, everything else that comes with the Draco Malfoy
package� he stated, grinning with triumph at managing to categorise it.

I have unsuccessfully managed to hide my blush, but then I
smile back at him. And kiss his lips softly. �Thank you.�

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

Okay, now it�s Monday, and I am still trying to find my
answer to Harry. I�ve even turned to Tammy for help! And that�s a desperate
move in my opinion, seeing as her only words were a squeal � and though that
isn�t a word, it is in her daily
vocabulary � and then a �So when are you moving in? Can I help?� So there was
little help there.

So here I sit, at my desk with documents in front of me with
a quill in my hand and the other hand in my hair, ready to yank in my
frustration.

Okay, I�ve narrowed it down to loving him yet unsure just
how much, and I also know that I feel comfortable around him. But is all this
strong enough to take the step and move in with him? Will I be able to move in
with him?

Ugh! I have no idea what to do! I mean, Harry is a sweet
guy! I love him a lot and I know he probably loves me even more. But when it
comes down to the question �Do I want to move in with him� I just get confused.
I mean, do I want to move in with
him? How serious do I want our relationship to be?

I�ve spoken to Harry a little on my past experiences, I�ve
confessed to him about a few incidences I�ve gone through. But I truly hate
having to do that, I don�t like whingeing about things that should really be
left alone, things I know Harry isn�t interested in hearing. And no matter how
hard he looks interested and open for my stories, I know he�s not� I mean, who
would be?

Man! This is probably more frustrating then finding out
Harry liked me in the first place. If this is my reaction to him wanting me to
move in with him, I would truly hate to see my reaction to a wedding proposal,
like that�d happen anyway.

Shouldn�t there be some kind of invention that tells you
what there right choices are? I think there should be! And then I can get it
and it ca-

Now can I just say one thing here? I think it�s very rude to
interrupt someone when they�re panicking, and whoever this is should be put
back in their place.

Frowning I look up from my desk as the floo network becomes
activated. Within the green flames I see a head bobbing, dark blue eyes and
dusty brown hair dominating the features, not to mention the wide grin.

I automatically gulp, my eyes widening as the quill in my
hand becomes a forgotten piece of equipment. All that�s existing is that face
looking up at me.

�Hello Draco, it�s been a while� The deep and husky voice
says.

I can�t even manage a reply. I�d love to reply, I�d love to
say something along the lines of �Fuck off� or �Stay the hell away from me� but
all I manage is another deep swallow of fear.

The face frowns. �What? Not even a hello?� he asks, looking
hurt � mind you, it�s fake.

Finally my voice manages to return, to a degree. �Wh-what
are you doing here� I-I thou-�

�You thought I was gone for good? How many times have I told
you that you shouldn�t think Draco, a pretty blonde, such as yourself, is only
for looks, not intelligence� He chuckles, the head shaking.

I can�t manage a reply.

It�s been at least two years since I last saw Thomas, two
years and even that�s too soon to see him again. Why does he have to make an
appearance, especially now? My life is only just starting to take shape and
look up! Then again I should always remember that good things never last when
it comes to me and my life.

�You�re still looking as beautiful as ever, you�ve grown you
hair longer. It suits you though� he says charmingly. But I know what�s beneath
all his charms and smiles. And what�s beneath it is a lot of fists and abuse.
Something I had to accept and deal with for nine months, before he was charged
for sexual abuse on some kid while he was at work.

When he had been shifted off to Azkaban prison to carry out
his sentence, I thought that�d be the last I�d see of him. I thought for sure
that I was free� But here he is, bobbing around in my fireplace with his award
winning smile and semi-kind words.

�Wh-what do you want?� I manage to stutter out, my voice
sounding weak and scared. This only seems to please him.

�What I want? Isn�t it simple? I�ve come to see my
boyfriend. After all, it has been sometime since we last saw each other, hasn�t
it?� he asks.

B-boyfriend?

�I- w-we broke up!� I state, looking at him with slightly
widened and shocked eyes.

This report doesn�t seem to please him. His eyes darken and
narrow, all prior cheerfulness vanishes. �I don�t remember saying that. Do you
remember me saying that?� he asks, voice low and threatening, a voice I can
well remember.

I�m quick to shake my head. �N-no� b-but��

�No buts, Draco. You still belong to me, and you always
will� he states, looking like I�ll regret it if I choose to speak otherwise.

But I can�t agree with him! I�m with Harry! Harry�s my
boyfriend!

�No! I-I�ve already got a boyfriend� I say, shaking my head
and swallowing heavily as his eyes narrow even more.

�Yes you do- Me� he says.

Again I manage to find the courage to shake my head. �N-no�
there is no us. I-I�ve found someone
else.� I have no idea where my death wish has come from, but it�s just been
carried out.

�I see� the brown haired man says, looking up at me with
dark eyes, making my hair stand on end. �And who may this �someone else� be?�
he questioned.

This is where I pause. Do I really want to tell him that I�m
dating Harry Potter? Maybe it�ll make him leave me alone, knowing he has no
chance against the Wizarding Worlds hero.

�Well, I�m waiting. You�re not telling me lies again, are
you Draco? Because you know how much I don�t appreciate being lied too� he
warns me.

�H-Harry Potter� And now the meal is on the table. It�s just
a matter of what happens and if Thomas chooses to take it or leave me the hell
alone. I seriously hope it�s the later.

His eyes widen in shock and surprise, before he starts to
chuckle, this soon developing into a loud laugh.

I can only watch in fear and hope that he�ll see his chances
being low and leave. Why the hell did they even think it was safe enough to
release him from Azkaban?

�Harry Potter? Right� he says, a hand appearing in the green
flames to wipe away the tears in the corner of his eyes. �My, Draco, your lies
are becoming just pathetic. Couldn�t you at least think of someone else?� He
says.

I would be offended and slightly outraged with him not
believing me. But this is Thomas we�re talking about, so I keep my face in
neutral. �It�s not a lie. You can even check the papers� I say. �A-and I�m
moving in with him.�

Thomas raises a brow, the amusement ebbing away as quickly
as it came. He regarded me with a serious look, causing me to shift in my
chair.

�So, you think that just because you�re dating Harry Potter
that you can get away from me? I found you first, Malfoy. I tasted you long
before Potter even looked in your direction.� I couldn�t help but think how
wrong that statement was. Harry was looking in my direction long before Thomas
even met me.

But then again his words worried me. I had that sickening
knot in my stomach, that feeling that screams at you, telling you that you just
made the biggest mistake of your life, and you�re in for consequences. And I
couldn�t help but fear that I had just placed Harry�s safety and life in
danger.

Fuck.

�Leave us alone, Thomas� I manage to say � how I got the
courage to say such a thing to my former boyfriend is beyond me. �Listen, we�re
over! You weren�t much of a boyfriend anyway!� And with my mouth doing the
talking before I did the thinking, I realised it was too late to get my life
back. I was well and truly on death�s list. And with those narrowed eyes
glaring up at me, and that hard set jaw appearing, I knew I was one of the
first names on that list.

�What�s going on?�

One thing that I�ve picked up on my few months of dating
Harry is that his timing is impeccable. He never ceases to amaze me. I think
this could contribute to the reason why he was always in the wrong place at the
wrong time back in the Hogwarts days. He should have a diploma for his timing
skills.

I look over my shoulders, and I�m surprised to find (though
I shouldn�t have been) dark green eyes narrowed to dangerous and murderous
slits, a hand on the door knob, knuckles as white as my own complexion, his
other hand is gripping tightly at his wand, a very promising show of displays
had Thomas not been using the floo network and instead being here personally,
though if that were the case I don�t think I�d be any more happy then him.

But looking at Harry, I�m once again reminded that it�s
always safer to stay on the Gryffindor�s good side. There is no way I want to
be on the receiving end of that soul-freezing glare. Lucky for me though, the
glare was directed over my shoulders and towards Thomas�s shocked face in the
fire.

�Draco, is this man bothering you?� Harry asks, and I
honestly don�t think his jaw could get any tighter. The man is just begging me
to say �No, Harry, I want you to kill him�. And as much as that is an appealing
thought, I don�t want him sent to jail because of Thomas.

But how am I meant to reply in such a form that won�t have
Harry explode? �I-� And Thomas decides to risk his life by sneering � his
funeral.

�Ah, so little Draco here has worked his way up the lines,
eh?� Oh, that is low.

This statement does nothing to Harry�s mood, and seeing his
eyes darkening even further I am forced to admit that even though the anger
isn�t being directed at me, I still feel scared, and I�m feeling compelled to
start apologising about anything and everything, I�m even close to admitting to
him that it was I that had the last of his favourite chocolate biscuits.

There�s a tight tension in the room, and I feel trapped in
it.

Harry�s eyes don�t leave Thomas as he steps further into my
room and closes the door behind him, his cold and dark eyes set on dark blue.

As the door closes, I instinctively wish I were on the other
side. That I was away from the scene that was about to occur.

Even though I couldn�t see it, I could feel magic sparking
from Harry, I could feel the heaviness of it weigh down the room.

When I glanced back to Thomas, I find it easy to read the
fear in his face and eyes, and I wouldn�t be surprised if he could also feel
the magic emanating from the brunette that is now standing just a foot or so
behind me.

�I think, for your own sake, Mr. White, that you reconsider
the threat you issued on Draco and myself� Harry spoke in a rather dangerously
low and calm voice, a voice that would make even the toughest men shrink back
and squeak like a mouse. Thomas looked no different from doing just that, this
must be a new emotion for him though � actually on the receiving end of
something and experiencing fear. I think it serves him right.

Though I�m now trying to think how he manages to pull on the
somewhat pale superior expression. If I was facing this side of Harry, I�d be
long gone. �Just because you defeated you-know-who, Potter. It doesn�t mean that you�re unbeatable. It just means that
no ones pushed the right buttons.� Is it just me, or does that seem to make
sense?

And if it had, Harry show�s no reaction towards a weakness
being discovered. �That may be so, but it doesn�t mean I�m about to show you
any weaknesses.�

This is becoming interesting. But I don�t like that smirk
that Thomas is wearing. �Oh? But I already know your greatest weakness, and
that�s pretty boy over there.� And suddenly I�ve been brought back into the
conversation. Not something I was keen on having.

�I�d be more worried about your own weaknesses, Mr. White�
Harry states.

�Why�s that?� Thomas is starting to act smug now. He gets
that way when he thinks his won something.

�I called the authorities two minutes ago, you�re call has
been traced, and you should be expecting company any moment now.� Oh! That�s
smarts.

Thomas�s eyes widen and without a second passing his head
vanished and the floo connection was cut, leaving both myself and Harry staring
at the orange flames.

�Did you really call the authorities?� I ask, turning to
look up at him.

Slowly Harry turns away from the fireplace, his eyes slowly
returning to their usual vibrant green, and his soft features returning as he
smiles at me. This man goes through mood swings like a second hand clock.

�Yes, they should be there by now� He says, looking quite
pleased with himself. But then this statement brings something to my attention.
If Harry had called the authorities two minutes ago then that means that he had
been�

�H-how much did you hear?� I ask, slightly fearing the
reply.

Harry�s features soften even more as he walks towards me and
turns the chair that I was sitting in until it faced him, and then he lowered himself
to his knees, his eyes locked with mine.

�I heard most of it,� He said seriously, even looking it,
and a serious Harry is a scary Harry. But then again I guess he has every
reason to be serious.

But he heard all of
it? I licked my dry lips as I looked away from his intense gaze; �I-� and I
seriously have nothing to say to this, he heard everything. I remember talking
to him about Thomas, thus being the reason why he knew his last name. But I
never went into detail, I really didn�t want to� but I think it�d be good to
fill him in, ha?

Goody.

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