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The Broken Road	By : MyaMalfoy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Broken Road - Chapter One
- 1
"What? What do you mean you’re leaving to get away from everything for a while?!” Ron Weasley asked his best mate, Harry Potter, incredulously.

“C’mon, Ron,” soothed their other best friend, Hermione Granger. “You know what Harry goes through every time he’s out in public.”

I wish that were the only reason, Harry thought. But he said, “Thanks, Herms. It’s been seven years and it hasn’t calmed down at all, Ron. You know that,” he sighed. “Maybe if I drop off the face of the Wizarding World for awhile it’ll take some of the heat off of me.”

“Yeah, well. I can’t wait to see you try to explain that to Mum,” his eyes grew wide. “And what about Draco? He’s become as close to us as the three of us were before the Final Battle. Hell, you two spend more time together than we spend with either of you. How are you going to break it to him?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “I doubt he’ll care as much as you seem to think he will.” I wish he’d care that much!

“You know Draco cares a lot about you, Harry,” interjected Hermione quietly, as if reading his thoughts. “I think this is going to hurt him more than you think.”

Don’t get your hopes up, Potter. They’re just reading more into it because they want to see you ‘happily in love’. He squashed his rising hop ruthlessly. “Well, I’m going out with him to the club tomorrow night. I’ll tell him then.”

Ron shook his head as Hermione sighed. “I hope you don’t up regretting this, mate.”

“I need to do this, Ron. I really do.”

*************

After meeting Draco at his apartment, they Apparated to the club.

“Wow! This place is on fire tonight,” yelled Draco above the din of music and talking patrons.

“Yeah, it looks good,” Harry agreed halfheartedly.

“What’s wrong, Harry? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself as much as usual.”

“I have a lot on my mind,” he said as a new song started.

“Well, let me take your mind off of it tonight. Let’s dance!”

Harry stared at Draco in shock. “You want to dance with me?”

Draco grinned at his friend as he downed his second shot. “Why not? What's a dance between friends?”

Harry considered it, then broke out in a grin that rivaled the Slytherins. “Alright. Why not?”

Draco laughed. “That's the spirit!” He held out his hand to Harry.

Harry smiled, took the proffered hand, and allowed himself to be lead. As they reached the dance floor, the song ended and the ballad “I'll Be” by the Goo Goo Dolls came on.

“Oh, well,” sighed Harry, partially relieved. “I guess we'll wait for another one.”

“Are you crazy?” Draco asked. “I love this song! Dance with me.”

Harry winced internally, then plastered a smile on his face. “Okay, then. Let's do it!”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, leaving Harry's only recourse to wrap his arms around Draco's shoulders.

They didn't talk while they danced, just swayed in each other arms.

I need to tell Harry how I feel, Draco thought as he reveled in the feeling of having the Gryffindor in his arms.

I should tell Draco about my leaving, pondered said Gryffindor.

As the evening wore on, however, Draco didn't reveal his feelings and Harry was having too much fun with the Slytherin Prince to drop the bomb about leaving.

When Draco dropped Harry off at his apartment, Harry decided to tell him about his plans.

“Dray, I need to talk to you,” started Harry. “And I'm not sure how to tell you, so I'm just going to say it.”

Draco wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You can tell me anything, Harry.”

Harry mentally squared his shoulders. “After my birthday, I'm going abroad for a year. Maybe more.”

Draco stared at him, feeling lost. His Harry was leaving? “You're leaving? Why?”

“Dray, you've seen how the Wizarding World still treats me, and it's been seven years since I killed Voldemort,” he rested his head in his hands. “I just – I need a break from it all,” he cursed when he realized he was close to tears again. It had been happening way too much lately – which was part of the reason he wanted to get away. He looked at Draco with tears in his eyes. “I just can't take it anymore.”

Draco felt his heart breaking, but could see how much distress Harry was in. “Harry, I can't say I'm not sad that you'll be leaving, but I can say that I see this is affecting you,” he sighed and tightened his arm around The Defeater of Voldemort. “I understand how that kind of pressure can drive you crazy.”

Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder. “Thanks, Dray. Ron and Hermione seem to not understand that.”

Draco felt a thrill go up his spine when Harry leaned on him. “You do know we all love you, right?”

Chicken, his inner voice chided him when he said 'we' instead of 'I'.

Shut up, he responded to his inner voice – demon – whatever.

Harry smiled up at him. “Yeah, thanks. I love you guys, too,” And I want to spend the rest of my life with my head on your shoulder. He lifted his head. “Well, it's late, and I've got to get some sleep. Ron and 'Mione are throwing me a birthday party tomorrow night. You're coming, right?”

“Of course,” the Slytherin agreed. “So, you've obviously told Ron and Mya. And now, me. Who else have you told?”

Harry shook his head. “No one. I'm telling everyone else at the party.”

“Wow. You know how to have a good time,” Draco laughed. Harry looked at him for a moment, then chuckled.

“I supposed you could say that,” he sighed. “But honestly, it's a time saver. I tell everyone there, then I can deal with all the protests all at once.”

They stood up and walked to the door. “Well, that does sound like a good idea,” Draco paused. “Harry, no matter where you are, if you need anything while you're gone, you know how to get a hold of me. Anytime.”

“Thanks, Dray,” impulsively, Harry hugged him. “You've become as important to me as Ron and Hermione. I'm only sorry that we didn't become friends sooner.”

Who knows what we'd be now... maybe lovers, or more.

Draco hugged him back. “Yeah, me, too. Although I know I didn't exactly make it easy to like me.”

Harry released him and stepped back. “That doesn't matter anymore. We're friends now – that's all that matter to me. Goodnight, Dray,” he said as he opened the door to the apparation foyer.

“Goodnight, Harry,” Draco said right before Harry apparated away.

Left staring at his apparation point, Draco shut the door and retired to his room to cry himself to sleep.

*************

“Isn't this a bang-up party?” Ron shouted over the noise of music and conversation.

“Yeah, it's an alright party, mate!” The birthday boy nodded his agreement.

“So, how's Severus?” Draco smirked at Ron, cause the youngest male Weasley to blush as red as his hair. “Honestly, when I found out about you two, I almost gagged.”

Harry drew back. “Why?” He asked as Ron blushed even brighter.

“Because it's Ron and Severus,” the Malfoy Lord shrugged.

“And exactly what is wrong with that?” The Gryffindor Golden Boy asked acidly.

Draco was confused by Harry's strong reaction. “Why has this got you so upset?” He paused. “It's gross for me because a man I look at as a father is dating one of my best friends.”

Harry looked at Draco as if sizing him up, feeling he'd have to come out now, or look like an ass. Finally, he sighed. “I'm gay, Draco.”

Draco goggled at Harry. “No way!”

“It's not that bad, Dray,” he said stiffly. “Even the 'Boy Wonder' can have his differences.”

Draco shook his head. “That's not what I was talking about,” he explained. “The Wizarding World view homosexuality differently that the Muggle world,” he shrugged. “And even if it was looked down on, it wouldn't matter to me, anyway. You know I'm gay.”

“So, when are you gonna drop the bomb?” Asked Ron, trying to change the subject.

Harry fidgeted nervously. “I'm not sure. Soon, I think,” he grimaced. “Just so I can finally get it over with.”

“How about after cake is served?” Suggested Hermione. “That's about fifteen minutes from now.”

Harry started fidgeting again.

“Harry, quit fidgeting and say 'Yes, Herms, that will be fine',” commanded Draco. “And do it with a smile,” smirked the Slytherin Prince. “You can be mad at me later, I promise, okay?”

Harry considered it for a moment, then nodded. He finished off his second firewhiskey shot in ten minutes and said, “You're damn straight I will be, but for now,” he looked at his friend and smiled. “Yes, Herms, that will be fine.”

Hermione, Ron and Draco burst out laughing at the vapid look that accompanied those words.

Harry turned to Draco. “And believe me, I will get you back for that,” he grinned evilly. “And don't expect to enjoy all of it,” he added with a wink.

Draco stared, dumbfounded, at Harry as his friend moved off to get ready to address the party-goers.

Harry stood up on the small dais set off to one side of the room, all eyes swiveled to him expectantly and he started fidgeting again.

Draco noticed right away and nonchalantly worked his way to the front of the gathering. Once at the front, he caught Harry's eye and smiled.

Harry stood stunned for a brief moment as the most beautiful smile he'd ever sen was directed at him, then smiled back and once again prepared to speak.

“Friends and family, thank you so much for coming here tonight,” he glanced quickly to make sure Draco was still there and continued. “I've known all of you for more than half my life,” he grinned. “Most have been in my heart since I was eleven,” he smiled with tears in his eyes at Molly and Arthur Weasley, then turned and, with those same tears evident, smirked at Draco and Severus. “But some I've only loved for a few years.”

Having caught the by-play, everyone laughed.

Harry took a deep breath. Now comes the hard part, he thought bitterly. “As you all know, I'm somewhat of a celebrity,” here he heard two identical derisive snorts, and looked at Draco and Severus. “Quiet, you two. This is hard enough without the two of you snorting at me,” he waited for the quiet chuckles and giggles to stop before continuing. “Well, I've finally decided to do something about it,” he looked down at his feet, took a deep breath, then looked back up to face the crowd. “I'll be leaving Britain to travel. I'll be gone a year, maybe longer. I'm sorry I'm telling you all like this, but it was the only way I could think of to tell you without chickening out.”

He then stepped down from the dais and walked back to his table and sat down, fully expecting to get inundated with questions.

Once again, his loved ones failed to disappoint him.

“Harry, oh, Harry!” sobbed Mrs. Weasley. “I'm so sorry you feel like this is the only way to get away from all the attention,” she pulled herself together a bit. “You know you could always stay at the Burrow.”

Harry shook his head. “No, Mum Weasley, I won't do that,” he held up his hands to forestall any other protests. “I will not put anyone through this shit. And, yes Mum, it was necessary to swear,” everyone laughed. “Now, please, no more protests. Let's just have some fun, okay?”

The crowd made a general noise of consent. Harry nodded. “Okay, then. Start the music and let's party!” Most everyone laughed, except Ron and Hermione, who'd finally noticed that Harry was drinking a lot.

“Mate, maybe you should slow down on the drinking a bit,” suggested Ron worriedly.

“Why?” Harry asked pugnaciously. “This is my birthday party. I'll be leaving behind everyone I love in a week. Let me let loose a little and have some fun, okay?”

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. “Okay, Harry,” caved Hermione. “Just, please – be careful? You don't want to do anything you'll regret in the morning.”

Harry nodded, but months later he'd be wishing he'd listened to her warning.

After a couple hours of more or less steady drinking, Harry stepped outside to get some fresh air.

Which is where he found an equally drunk, and crying, Draco.

“Hey, Dray,” he hailed. When he saw his friend had been crying, he rushed to his side. “Draco! What's wrong?”

“Go away, Harry,” the Malfoy Menace sniffed. “I don't want you to see me like this.”

“I'm not going anywhere,” refused the Gryffindor. “Tell me what's wrong. Now.”

“You're leaving!” shouted Draco. “I've just gotten you into my life and now you're going away!”

“I won't be gone forever,” explained Harry quietly. Why is he so upset?

I wish he cared. “I know you won't be gone forever,” retorted Draco. “But it feels like it.”

“Draco, I couldn't leave you forever,” started Harry, but Draco shook his head.

“Dray, please,” Harry started again, but Draco stepped back and turned his back to him.

“Don't worry about me, Harry.”

“But I am worried...”

“Why?!” sobbed the Slytherin as he spun around to face him. “Why do you care how I'm feeling?”

Harry stared quietly at Draco for a moment, then he stepped closer to the man he loved.

“I care because,” he swallowed hard. “Because... I love you, Dray.”

“Don't patronize me, Potter!” An incensed, if slightly drunk, Malfoy yelled. “You don't love me like I love you, so just shut up!”

Harry stood there, taking Draco's outburst in stride. He was used to the temperamental blond now. “And how do you love me? And how do you know I don't love you 'like that'?”

“I love you like forever,” sobbed the drunken blond. “Like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley love each other. And that's how I know you don't love me 'like that'!”

Harry sat there, stunned, staring at the beautiful man before him. He's in love with me? He thought incredulously. My Gods – he's in love with me!

“Dray?” A head shake was the only response from the bowed head. So Harry did the only thing his inebriated mind could come up with – he wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders, tilted his head up and then kissed him. He tried to let all the love and desire he had for the other man show in that kiss.

When Draco pulled back in amazement, Harry chuckled. “See? I do 'love you like that'!”

“But -” the drunk Slytherin started, but this time Harry wasn't going to let him get going again, so he kissed him again.

He mapped Draco's mouth with his tongue, checking every crevice and tooth, running the tip of his tongue over the roof of his mouth. He just realized he'd started moaning when Draco pulled away for a second time.

“Harry, we have to stop,” gasped Draco.

“Why?” he asked as he started nuzzling Draco's neck and collarbone. “You want this as much as I do.”

Draco allowed the sensual onslaught for a moment, then answered. “You're right, I do. I don't really think our friends and family would appreciate finding us out this club in a compromising position, do you?”

Harry chuckled, tightening his arms around the young Lord. “I know just where to go – lover,” he purred in Draco's ear, making him shiver.

They apparated away, leaving behind a roomful of friends and family wondering where they'd gone off.

They reappeared in the house Harry had built on the land his parents house had stood in Godric's Hollow.

“Wow,” breathe Draco. “I didn't know this place was done already.”

“They just finished up with it last month,” explained Harry. “You're the first person I've brought here,” said Harry as he pulled the Slytherin along the hallway.

They stepped in front of a door, Harry turned to Draco and kissed him with all the passion and yearning that he'd bottled up for the man standing before him in the last five years.

Harry pulled Draco into the bedroom, for that is where the door led, pinning him to the door as it closed.

The Gryffindor looked into the blonds eyes. “Please make love to me, Draco.”

The honeyed velvet that was Harry's murmuring voice mad Draco's knees weak. “As you wish,” Draco chuckled throatily.

He stripped Harry slowly, running his hands over pale flesh every now and then, memorizing every sensitive spot he found.

When the dark haired man was nude, Draco led him to the bed and gestured for him to sit down, which he did.

“Are you sure you want me?” asked the Chosen One shyly.

“I love you, Harry,” the Slytherin Prince replied. “Let me show you.”

Hesitantly, Harry reached up and undid the blond belt. When he was met with no opposition, the button and zipper were quick to follow.

He then grabbed the hem of Draco's shirt and pulled it off over his head. He kept undressing the young Lord until he was as naked as Harry.

Then he laid down on the bed, summoned a pot of lube, spread himself open and held out the jar to Draco. “Please, Draco – I need you now.”

Draco didn't need to be told twice. He dove at the brunette like he was starving to death and had a four course meal sitting in front of him.

He covered the Gryffindor's body with his own and looked down at him with wonder. “I love you, Harry Potter,” and then kissed him deeply.

As the kiss started, Harry could feel the tears sliding down his cheeks and into his hair. Draco loved him!

Draco pulled back. “Now, I'm going to make love to you.”

Harry relaxed, knowing that it was going to be uncomfortable his first time.

Draco dipped his fingers in the lube and carefully prepared Harry until three fingers were disappearing into him, watching closely for any sign of pain.

When Harry was as prepared as he could be, Draco carefully lined up his hard member with Harry's entrance, and started pushing into the brunette.

When Harry gasped in pain, Draco stopped. “Are you okay?”

The Gryffindor nodded, trying to keep the tears out of his voice. “I'm okay. Keep going.”

“But, Harry – you're crying!”

“I knew it would hurt my first time,” he pressed his hand to the Slytherin's face as the impact of what he'd said hit the light haired man. “C'mon, Draco. Move.”

Draco stated in amazement at Harry for a moment more, then continued to push into the Gryffindor's willing body.

When he was fully seated, he looked down at his lover. “Are you okay?” He asked again.

Harry sat there for a moment, letting himself adjust to the feeling of fullness. When he pushed down and it didn't hurt, he told Draco, “Okay. Go ahead.”

Draco searched Harry's face as he started moving inside him, when he hit Harry's prostrate, the dark haired man howled.

“Please, love,” he begged. “Harder?”

Draco chuckled. “Your wish, my command,” and started pounding into the willing body beneath him, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust.

“Oh, Gods, Draco,” Harry moaned. “So good... ah.... Merlin!... so close....”

Draco moaned into Harry's neck. “Me, too, love... me, too!” He caressed Harry's face, then grabbed his throbbing cock as he leaned over to take his lips in a demanding kiss.

As Draco wrapped his hand around his leaking prick and kissed him, Harry came with a muffled shout of what might have been Draco's name.

Feeling the channel tighten around him, Draco followed him over the edge, moaning Harry's name over and over.

As they came down from their high, they murmured their love to each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.

*************

“I don't know where they are,” Ron was telling Severus as the party wound down and everyone was going home. “I hope neither of them are doing anything.... regrettable.”

Severus smirked at his young lover. “Weasley #6, I do believe you've been around me too long. That sounded absolutely – snarky,” when all Ron did was roll his eyes at his lover, Severus wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I'm sure they're fine – they've probably gone to their respective domiciles to 'sleep it off',” he squeezed Ron's shoulders. “They're fine. I'm sure of it.”

Ron let out an explosive breath. “I hope you're right, Sev.”

*************

Harry woke up with a start. His head was pounding, his mouth tasted like a Niffler had shat in it, and there was something wrapped around him.

He rubbed at his eyes, trying to bring them back into focus when his brain caught up with his memories.

He sat straight up in bed, knocking the arm of a very unconscious Draco Malfoy off his chest.

Oh, Gods, he thought as he ran around the room, getting his clothes. I'm leaving in a week and I go and ruin any chance that Draco would still want me when I return by using him to make myself feel better! He silently fumed at himself. Way to go, Potter!

He conjured a quill and parchment and sat down to write Draco.

Dear Draco,

I'm so sorry I took advantage of you last night. I was feeling depressed in my drunkenness

and you were there, telling me you loved me and that's all I've wanted to hear you say for

the last five years!

Make no mistake, Draco – I do love you, Like Mum and Dad Weasley – forever. That's what

I want from you, with you. Forever.

Right now, though, I wouldn't be any good for you. Hell, right now I'm not good for me – I

can't even fathom how I could be worthwhile for us both.

I've had many problems in my life growing up – Voldemort was just the tip of the iceberg.

What I'm leaving to do will finally allow me to heal from the years of use and abuse from

the Dursleys – ask Ron and Herms who they are and all about it.

You could have anyone in the world – so I would like to say I'd love for you to wait for me,

but I won't blame you if you don't. I'm sorry I hurt you.

I love you and hope to see you in a year.

Harry

He folded it, wrote “Draco” on the outside, propped it up on the table so he would be able to find it and apparated away to his flat.

*************

Draco woke up much later to a cold and empty bed. He allowed himself to wake up slowly, listening intently for any sounds that might alert him to where Harry had gone off.

Harry loves me, he thought in wonder. When he heard no sounds, he sat up.

He looked around the room noticing two things right away: There was a note propped up on his bedside table with his name on it, and Harry's clothes were gone. Which meant Harry was gone.

“Shit.”

He grabbed the note, opening it.

Were we in the same bed last night? He thought to himself as he read. I didn't feel used! I don't understand why he thinks he used me! He continued reading. He wanted to hear me say I love him, but then runs away. What the fuck?!

With that, he threw down the note, put on a bathrobe and went to go floo Hermione.
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