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Mutiny Below	By : ladysinistra Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, anything in this work associated with Harry Potter, or the song Mutiny Below by Ludo. I am making no profit from this work.

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Mutiny Below

By: Lady Sinistra

Rating: R/Adult+

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Full Summary: Harry was tired, so tired, of the rows and the doubt and just dealing with Draco. So he left and went back to Ginny. Why he showed up on Draco’s doorstep in the middle of a rainstorm in September, Harry wasn’t sure. Why Draco opened the door and let him in was a better question. But, it was one they could discuss in the morning.

Author’s Note: The inspiration for this was Ludo’s Mutiny Below. This is not exactly a song fic, just a work inspired by a song. I do not own Mutiny Below nor do I own Harry Potter, those are property of Ludo and J.K. Rowling respectfully.

This story will be done in two parts. I promise, for as much angst as there is, there is twice as much fluff. Happy reading :)

It had been six weeks since Harry left him.

It had been a bloody awful six weeks to put it right. Draco had just been such a prat, a selfish little prat thinking only of himself as usual. Worse off he knew it too. Draco knew he screwed up something momentous when Harry not only left but when back to his ex-girlfriend for comfort.

Every time Draco saw her face he felt the need to hex the smug smile that was always there. It didn’t help that she was Shacklebolt’s secretary and Draco was constantly called in to ask why Harry had asked to be reassigned partners after five years of working together.

That one had stung. It had taken Draco by surprise but he made sure that no one knew it. He kept up his usual cool mask of indifference, something that infuriated Harry the entire time they had been together, and never for a moment let Shacklebolt think he took him unaware. Underneath it all, it ate away at Draco’s very soul. He had screwed up so badly that Harry couldn’t even stand to work with him anymore.

Merlin, I am such a daft little prat, Draco thought to himself. How could I let him get away and, worse yet, back to her?

If it hadn’t been for Ginerva Weasley, none of this would have ever happened. She couldn’t leave well enough alone. Harry was happy with him, but that wasn’t enough for the little redheaded bint. She had to be the one making him happy for it to matter to her. She didn’t love Harry; she loved what she wanted him to be. She loved the Boy Who Lived, the Savoir of the Wizarding world. Draco loved him just as he was.

Draco had been planning for weeks, six weeks ironically enough, the perfect day for Harry’s twenty-fifth birthday. It was not every day a wizard turned a quarter of a century old. He had planned a small surprise party for the two of them and a few of Harry’s closest friends. Afterwards he was going to take him to France as Harry had mentioned several times that he had always wanted to go see the Louvre. Draco had even reserved a room in one of Paris’s finest hotels for them to stay in. To finish off the night, Draco had made Harry his own key to his townhouse with the hope that Harry would finally move in with him.

Everything was perfect.

When Draco arrived at Harry’s flat to pick him up he knew that he was early and would have to wait on Harry for what would feel like ages. He was used to it after four years of dating and five years of being partners as Aurors. Draco was fully prepared to wait patiently, a talent he had acquired from his time with Harry.

What Draco was not fully prepared for was for the Weaselette to be standing in Harry’s bedroom in nothing short of the most hideous lingerie Draco’s eyes had ever had the misfortune of seeing. It was Gryffindor red with gold lacing on it and Draco had to repress the sudden and violent urge to empty the contents of his stomach. The look on Harry’s face hadn’t helped. It was a sickening mix of guilt and lust.

Draco clutched his stomach. There was no way. He and Harry had been through so much. Four years of overcoming their friends’ objections and threats of abandonment. Harry could not be cheating on him with, with her!

“H-Harry?” Draco called out shakily. He was revolted at the sound of his own voice. He sounded so weak. Malfoy’s were anything but weak. He could hear the shame in his father’s voice as the sound of his own hit Draco’s ears.

“Oh, Malfoy, coming to wish my Harry a happy birthday I see,” He heard Ginny say in a disgustingly sweet tone that made him that much closer to retching all over the bedroom floor.

“Ginny! Stop it!” Harry snapped at her, eyeing her like she was Bellatrix herself. “Draco, honey, please. You know this is not what it looks like. She just showed up! I told her to leave!”

Draco tore from the room and into the guest bathroom. He fell to his knees and let himself empty his stomach into the loo. Tears were rolling down his cheeks from the mix of the sting of bile in his throat as well as the crushing feeling in his chest. He could hear Ginny from the bathroom, cooing at Harry and trying to convince him once again to come back to her. Draco wanted nothing more than to get up and give her a good long Crucio! but he knew it would make Harry hate him.

What did he care? Harry was cheating on him with his ex-girlfriend! Draco gathered what strength he had and picked himself up off the floor. Quickly cleaning the taste from his mouth, he held his head high and walked from the bathroom back to Harry’s bedroom. His heart broke even more, if it were possible, to see that she was now in Harry’s lap with her lips attached to his.

Draco could not hold back the enraged growl that ripped from his throat. Ginny quickly looked over, horror and fear twinkling in her overdone eyes. Draco grinned at the fear in her eyes. He crossed the room in two quick strides and ripped her off Harry by her hair. He faintly recognized Harry telling him not to hurt her, that she was drunk. He ignored that he could smell the firewhiskey rolling off of her as he picked her up by her hair.

“Tell me, Weasley, what in that pathetic little brain of yours made you think it would be a good idea to show up here on my Harry’s birthday and molest him? Do you think you can take what is mine? What I have worked so hard for? My very happiness and reason for being?” Draco hissed violently. He realized somewhere in the back of his mind he sounded like this father, slightly crazed but very in control, and snarled both at the very thought and at the pathetic waste of pureblood witch before him. “I will not let you ruin everything for me Ginerva Weasley.”

Draco threw her to the ground and brandished his wand. Harry was quick to try to stop him. He tackled Draco to the ground and tried to take his wand from him by force, all the while telling his to stop being a daft little prat and that he didn’t want Ginny, he wanted Draco. Draco wouldn’t hear a word of it. He managed to cast a quick spell that tied Harry in some ropes and gently moved him out of harm’s way. No matter how angry he was, he could never hurt Harry.

“Now, where were we Ginerva?” Draco sounded every bit as mad as some of his mother’s side of the family. “Ah yes, I was about to make you suffer.”

“Draco, no! I swear if you hurt her I will leave you!”

Draco stopped in his tracks. He looked at his lover with tears shimmering in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. Didn’t Harry understand? He had to protect what was his the only way he knew how, the only way he had been taught.

“But, Harry…” Draco said softly, hurt and confusion lacing his words.

“I can’t deal with anymore Draco! Out! Get out!” Harry yelled as he managed to untie the ropes that had him bound.

“Harry, no, please no…” Draco pleaded, begged even. He would never do that for anyone else even if they had a wand held to his temple. “You’re my everything Harry, you know that. Please don’t do this.”

“I cannot deal with you being a jealous insecure prat anymore. I love you Draco but,” Draco watched as Harry took a deep breath. “this is over. We’re over Draco. You’re not the one for me if you cannot trust me. Now leave.”

Draco apparated before he could start crying in front of Harry and the drunken bint that was making sounds like a pig giving birth. He went into his room and did not leave for three days. He had even gone as far as to banish his house-elves from his room and to order them to not allow anyone into his room under any circumstances.

Draco had been carrying on this way for the majority of the six weeks that had passed since Harry left him. He would not let Blaise or Pansy any further than the front door. He only left to work and even then he had taken vacation the first week after the break up. He didn’t care that he was acting like a “heartbroken fourth year Hufflepuff” as Pansy had so kindly put it.

Draco simply didn’t know how to function without Harry anymore.

It had been six weeks since he left Draco.

It had been a bloody awful six weeks to put it right. Draco had just been such a prat, a jealous little prat thinking only of himself - as usual. Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He’d had enough of Draco’s jealous and overbearing ways. If he had just listened to Harry when he said Ginny was drunk and had helped him help her to get back to the Burrow then none of this would have happened.

Granted, if she hadn’t been in that awful lingerie in Gryffindor colors and drunkenly trying to wish him too much of a happy birthday, Draco wouldn’t have gotten so pissed. Looking back at the night, he shouldn’t have stopped Draco. He’d had every right to hurt her. Harry knew that he would have gone too far with it so he panicked. He did not want to see his lover of four years arrested by their own co-workers and escorted to Azkaban.

Harry had just been so angry at Draco. He felt like Draco didn’t trust him. It wasn’t fair to Harry. So, he broke it off. Not only that, but the next day when he went to apologize to Ginny for Draco’s behavior, he ended up sleeping with her. He had been staying with her at the Burrow ever since, because it was safer there than his apartment. More importantly, he wasn’t alone in his flat with his memories of four years with Draco.

Ginny insisted that it was better if he asked to be reassigned to a new partner as well, so that both he and Draco could properly get over things. Harry couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at that now. At the time, she had made it sound like a perfect idea. Now, he realized it was Ginny just trying to get him to stay as far away as possible from Draco. When had the sweet young Weasley girl he knew at Hogwarts become such a Slytherin?

Harry had never felt so heavy with regret. He didn’t know when it happened, but Draco was as much a part of him as his own magic. It hurt to the point it almost stole his breath to see Draco at work, even if only in passing, and know that when he went home at night the blond beauty would not be there beside him. Instead, there would be Ginny, with curves in places there shouldn’t be. Who was soft where Harry needed there to hard muscle.

Harry sighed when he clocked off of work. He quickly tore out of his office. He needed a glass of firewhiskey on the rocks, maybe even a double. He slowed as he saw Ron, who was still and always had been his very best mate, on his way out. Harry couldn’t help the smile. Maybe he could get Ron and Hermione to join him.

“Hey mate, you look pretty rough,” Ron said, making Harry laugh. Ron was not known for his tact and Harry appreciated his frank and honest nature.

“I feel it Ron. I could use dinner and a few drinks. You and ‘Mione free tonight?” Harry asked with a miserable smile.

“For you? Always. Come on, I need to pop over to our flat before we go out. She’ll be happy to see you. She’s missed you. So have I,” Ron smiled at him for a moment before it faltered. “So, Mum and Dad told me what happened.”

“Ron, I don’t want to have to tell it twice. I’ll explain over dinner,” Harry said gently.

Ron gave him a sharp nod and the two of them apparated off to the Granger-Weasley flat.

Part one, done. This story will be two parts. The second part will have what everyone’s looking for ;)

Until then, happy reading,

Lady Sinistra
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