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Gravity	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gravity
A/N~ I had surgery last week, and my thumdrive with the work I have been trying to post is not with me…ARG…So here is a little drabble.
Gravity is the force in the world that makes you fall.
Draco Malfoy has been in gravity’s thrall for many years. Fallen with no way out. Manipulated by many around him to do things, and forced out of fear to revile the one he loves. That manipulation has gone on long enough, gravity has become his whole world, and He will fall victim to the challenges it presents.
Draco could do little else than pull himself together after Harry saved him from the Fiendfyre. He would do something, anything to help Harry, but not sure yet what that would be. It would be his grand gesture of love, though he was sure it would go unnoticed by the Chosen One in all of this mêlée.
Standing with his parents, he could barely take his eyes from the limp form of Harry Potter dangling in the arms of the Gamekeeper. His heart was broken. He looked up into his mother’s eyes, and knew she could read his grief. She knew, unlike the rest of the world, she knew. She smiled slightly, surprising him, and mouthed the words “he’s alive”. Draco’s heart filled once again looked over at the still form, then back to her, and saw her nod. The snake was still speaking to the crowd, evil bastard.
Draco filled his mind with images from the time he was eleven, images he treasured, from every encounter. He filled his mind with the love he felt, strong and powerful. Draco cast the spell he had been working on since he was eleven and found the other half of his heart. First Neville, he was closest, then Ron & Hermione. He flinched a little when he directed his spell towards Ginny Weasley, then towards her both her parents. He moved on towards Luna, but blackness overtook him.
Harry Potter lay still, barely moving in Hagrid’s arms, listening for just the right moment. He rolled out of Hagrid’s arms to meet his destiny and accomplish the goal of his life.
Harry stood on the bridge with Ron & Hermione after disposing of the elder wand, as he gripped their hands in solidarity for the future, their touch shook him. There was something on both of them, something humming inside his mind. A swirling message. “Love protect from death, those that are loved.” Harry let go quickly and looked at a puzzled Hermione. “Check Ron for any lingering spells,” Harry said quietly. Hermione frowned, pulled out her wand and cast. A soft bubble that completely encased Ron appeared. Harry used his wand to reveal Hermione under a similar bubble. Strange, it was a shield of sorts. Both of his friends were perplexed and worried. “It is a protection spell, I am not sure how long it lasts, or its complete purpose, but who cast it?” Harry asked quietly. They both shrugged.
Harry walked into the great hall, everyone was wounded in some way, getting attention and healed. He walked over to some of his friends, casting a reveal spell. Luna was not encased, Ginny was, Molly was, and Fred was not. Harry was perplexed. Who would pick out his most important people and protect them from death, with love? That is what the words said when he touched each of them. No one but him could hear the words though.
A scuffle from the back of the room caught his eye. The Malfoy’s were frantically begging Madam Pomfrey for help; Harry looked past to see what looked like a petrified Draco on the floor.
“I must tend to the heavily wounded first, and then I will see to him.” Madam Pomfrey was telling them.
Gravity hit Harry in the chest when he saw the wand gripped and pointed, still in those pale unmoving fingers. He was pulled almost compulsively to the side of the lighter man. He knelt down, unsure of what to do. It was not a normal petrification spell, or he would have been immediately woken. Something was not right. Harry cast the reveal spell over Draco and saw a green haze covering him, seeming to eat at his mind. Harry could do no other than try to find the cause, he used a spell he recoiled against, Legilimens.
Harry fell forward, and he saw himself on the floor of the Malfoy manner, being tortured by Bellatrix. Draco was struggling and screaming to get free of his Death Eater captor. The vision was filled with pain, grief and anger.
“Until you give up Draco, I will continue to deliver him pain.” Bellatrix sang out. “The Dark Lord has already won, give up your soul and leave, you can have peace. But continue fighting to live, and I will continue to torture him in front of you.” Another shot of sparks flew from her wand, leaving bloody marks on Harry’s writhing body.
Harry pulled out quickly. Draco was going to be driven mad, or eaten alive by this spell. The mind was a vivid place, Harry knew this, and there must be something that can be done. Why did he care though? Why did he feel so compelled to help? Most importantly, why did Draco care about him? He looked up into the worried eyes of the Malfoy’s.
“It seems there is no physical danger at the moment, but his mind is being attacked. It looks as though your sister left him a present.” He said, mainly to the Matron Malfoy.
“Do you know the type of spell she used; it creates a nightmare scenario and tries to get the person to release their soul?” Harry asked.
Narcissa shook her head, very upset by the information. “What did you see?” she asked softly.
“I was being tortured, Draco is being forced to watch” Harry said. Narcissa winced, “Then it won’t take long for him to give up,” She looked at Harry, eyes full of grief, “He loved you since he was eleven, this will destroy him.”
Gravity pulled hard, and Harry fell head first into chaos. His mind was racing, thoughts of love, Draco, Ginny, Voldemort, Bellatrix, mind spells, and loosing. Harry stiffened, He never lost!
An idea spurned inside his head, without looking at those gathering around him, he plunged ahead entering Draco’s mind once again. This time, He did not fall in, he raged in like a bull in a china shop, pushing past the replaying torture chamber and onwards towards true memories. He stopped at one they both shared. Harry was looking down at Draco holding out his hand to pull him onto his broom away from the fire. Harry slowed it down, forcing the memory to go in slow motion, forcing himself into his own body in the memory. They locked eyes, and Harry smiled, and pulled Draco up behind him.
“This is our shared Memory Draco Malfoy, A good one, remember I do not lose.” Harry spoke to the boy holding on behind him.
There was a flex inside Draco’s mind, Harry felt it. He moved further back, another shared memory.
The bathroom, Draco stared at him wands out. Again Harry slowed it down, stepped inside his memory self. Instead of saying the curse that would tear Draco apart, He spoke clearly. “Do not give up, I did not lose”.
Another flex, a shiver almost. The next thing Harry could think to do was to take control of the torment. He only hoped he could.
There he was, back in the manor, his body being tortured on the floor. Harry stepped inside the pain-wracked body of his memory self.
Everything hurt, pain exploded everywhere, but he had to maintain his mental focus. Slowly He focused on the timing, pain slowed into waves, instead of all at once, and he turned his head to look at Draco being held captive. The pain and grief were choking the blonde.
Harry pushed and stood, the pain becoming bearable as he slowed it down. Bellatrix’s eyes were narrowing, but slowly. Harry moved faster than he let anyone else in this torture chamber, holding the speed of things around him with his mind, and reached and plucked the wand out of Bellatrix’s fingers.
Quickly he cast impedimenta on both death eaters in the room. Moreover, let the curse memory continue on normal speed. Looking at Draco, “I never loose, and I won’t lose you.” Draco looked surprised, but Harry just pointed the wand at Draco, whose eyes seemed filled with fear, “Finite Incantatem”.
You can’t fight gravity. Even magic can’t hold out for long.
Harry opened his eyes, groaning at the pain he felt all over his body. Pale arms gently lifted him into a hug, a feminine hug. “Thank you Harry, again you have given me back my son”
Harry nodded and tried to stand and pull away. She let go, careful to steady him as he tried to stand. He pulled away, he needed to think. He wandered over towards the Weasleys, Ginny smiling at him, but now it felt…strange, not attractive, but platonic. “Gin?” Harry did not know what to say. Ginny still smiled at him, “No worries Harry, I feel it too. “
Harry was relieved, the last thing he needed were a whole family hating him for dumping their sister/daughter.
He was still pulled though, he felt it. His chest felt a pulling in a different direction. He walked away, more confused. Ginny was a sister to him, Malfoy loved him… and Him, what did he feel towards any of them.
Harry left the Great Hall and wandered, ending up in the one place he got advice: The headmaster’s office.
Dumbledore’s portrait seemed to straighten when he walked in.
“Harry, my boy, you did it!”
“What is the difference between love and hate professor?” Harry asked contemplatively.
“Very little, Harry. Those we love tend to hurt us more because they are closer, hate and love has a fine line, often not distinguished until it’s too late.” Albus replied, eyes twinkling.
“How do you know if you’re truly in love?” Harry asked.
“It’s all in the kiss, Harry. If you can think while you are doing it, it is not love. If you are completely selfish, it is lust. If your only wish is for the other’s pleasure and you both become mindless, then you know its love,” Albus said, with a grin on his face.
Harry thanked the professor and left, pondering. Was it that easy? He had only a couple kisses to compare, and none of them left him mindless or feeling selfish, just...ok.
He rounded a corner and saw Draco coming towards him. Draco appeared nervous. Harry slowed.
“Potter…Harry. Thank you.” Draco said, sincerity poured out from him. The mask Harry was used to seeing was no longer there. Emotions were clear in those silver eyes.
“I should be thanking you, Draco.” Harry said.
Draco blinked, “What?”
“It was you that cast the protections on my friends, and I thank you.” Harry said then added, “Can we talk?”
“We are talking,” Draco replied, his smirk held less malice than before.
“So we are.” Harry mused, “So are you in love with me?”
Harry thought that direct would be the best approach. “I ask, because I am not sure where I stand, and you can help me figure that out.”
“But you and the Weasley girl?” Draco inquired.
“Just expectations that was not realistic.” Harry stated.
Draco looked down at his feet. Harry moved closer and used one finger to raise his chin so that their eyes met.
Gravity is strong, and you will keep falling unless you have something solid to land on.
In that moment, they both drowned in each other’s eyes. Each falling forward until inevitably their lips met.
There was no awkward wetness, or sloppy kissing. It was a melding of two souls. Searing heat between two mouths, erupting when they opened to one another. The twisting and sliding of tongues, the mind in a dizzy euphoria, and the breathing in of scents. Oranges and spice for Draco, Cedar and musk for Harry.
They both pulled back to breath, Draco staring at Harry with wonder and fear written into his ever-expressive pale features. Harry just grinned almost lopsidedly.
“That…was bloody… brilliant!” Harry exclaimed.
Draco stared at him, still breathing hard, shock still on his face.
Harry reached for Draco again, pulled him very close, leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I love you, I don’t lose, and I won’t lose you!”
Draco shivered in Harry’s arms.
~END? Please Rate and Review added an NC-17 epilogue….:D
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