Fighting For My Love And Right

A/N Chapter 12 will maybe be ready in a week, earlier if I get my new computer sooner.

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Harry came back to the castle and was surprised nobody had been worried about him, Hermione and Ron thought he had been in the infirmary because he had been there a lot earlier. It disappointed Harry but as long as they weren’t poking into the stuff he was doing he was okay with it.

He was spending most of the Saturday with them, trying to look like nothing had happened the last few days, or since he first came back. Hermione and Ron had the most splendid news to tell Harry, they have become a couple, and were planning to get engage if things went well between them, Harry was pleased on their behalf and wished them good luck in the future. He didn't talk much through the whole time he spent with them, it wasn't because he was afraid of blurring something out about what he was doing but because he felt like he had somehow grown apart from them. Since they had found each other they had been spending more time together, having different ambitions than they had while just being friends. Harry off course had grown and changed to, but quite few knew about it. He would appreciate his friends till he died, but wasn't sure he would feel the same way about them as he did before.

After spending half the day with his friends he went over to Hagrid, he had promised to meet him at least once more before the summer vacation. When he arrived there he was surprised that Hagrid had something eatable and delicious. Hagrid started talking about his family and different fairy tales he remembered, about how the good won over the evil. Harry asked him about how they went, luckily for him that he didn't have anything planed for hours because Hagrid was the best story teller he had come across.

After Hagrid had finished the fifth story Harry thanked him and said good night, while sitting there he got a plan. He walked out to the quiditch pitch so he could clear his thoughts before finally deciding on what to do next.

''Dobby.' The house elf popped up in front of him, his ears was raised up almost like he had listening after something.

'Yes Harry Potter.' His ears fell dead at once he could see Harry in the moon light.

'Take me to Malfoy now, please. But can you take be into his room? I may wake everyone up if I search every room for him.'

'If Harry Potter wishes. But may Dobby ask what you will do to him?' Harry could see that Dobby was concerned; he must care a lot about Malfoy to be afraid of what Harry might do.

'I'm only going to help him Dobby, not hurt him.'

‘I know Harry Potter is good, but young Malfoy has done so many things to you, he had been so bad. You promise to not punish him even a little.’

‘I promise Dobby, if I wanted to punish him I would have done that already.’ He wasn’t sure if he should tell the house elf that he actually longed for Malfoy, he could at least tell him something so he wouldn’t worry that much. ‘Do you want to hear a secret? I actually like him, even if he is a spoiled and rotten brat.’

‘Dobby really shouldn’t tell you this, but maybe it may help young Malfoy that you know, he used to talk to Dobby about you, about how he cared about you and how he hated that his father always hated you. He hates the Dark Lord and he was too scared to tell anyone besides poor old Dobby. Please don’t tell anyone even him; Draco Malfoy will hate Dobby if he knew I told you.

‘I’m glad you told me, because it’s so much easier to help him if I know he does like me even a little. And don’t worry, I won’t tell him.’

‘Dobby is glad that Harry wants to help poor Draco, not many would to that if they had been treated like that through the years.’

‘I'm glad for that to Dobby.’ Of course he wanted to help him, and the only way was to get him to confess, that way his curiosity would be satisfied and it would also be easier to help Malfoy.

‘You must be quiet, young Malfoy puts a spell on his room so everyone that enters will hurt, I don’t feel it but everyone that enters when he sleeps is screaming. Are you sure you will be fine?’ Harry knew exactly what Dobby was pointing at, the pregnancy.

‘I will be fine Dobby, and so will the baby, I have strong magic to protect me.’ Dobby didn't look quite pleased with what he was about to do but he obeyed and took Harry’s hand anyway. Suddenly Harry felt strong pain rushing through his whole body, it wasn’t as close to the pain that the crucio gave but it was far from pleasant. Even how much he wanted to scream and crop down he stayed up and kept his mouth closed. When everything settled down he opened his eyes and realized he had tears running down his face so he slowly wiped them away. Before disappearing Dobby whispered silently that he should just call him if he needed him, Harry nodded in agreement.

Harry couldn’t make out the room at first, it was too dark. The curtains must have been closed because before he came it was light enough to see most things. So he stood there for maybe ten minutes, trying to get used to the dark. In the end he gave up trying to figure out how things was placed in the room and related on his ears to guide him.

So after another ten minutes with trying to figure out where he was standing he could hear something move on his right; Malfoy must be there, so he slowly walked over when he suddenly hit something. It wasn’t loud, but enough to wake someone up; was Malfoy still sleeping?

‘Petrificus Totalus.’ Harry barely knew what had happened before he was hit with the spell; Malfoy must have woken up when he had arrived or when he crashed into the bed. ‘Who are you?’ If Malfoy expected an answer he must have been a fool, how could he even say a word when he was under a full body lock? ‘Lumos.’ The wand was pointing straight at him so Harry couldn’t exactly see what was going on; his eyes had gotten used to the dark and sudden light blinded him. ‘How did you get here?’ Harry could hear the shock and fear in Malfoys voice before he saw the other boy rising up from the bed and was heading over to him with his wand raised. ‘And why the hell did you come?’

‘I wanted to see you.’ Harry felt that his body was under his command again in the same piece as the last time he was under the spell.

‘Stop it with that, Petrificus Totalus.’ Harry couldn’t move again, but this time he got it under control faster. ‘Petrificus Totalus! Petrificus Totalus! Petrificus Totalus!’ The last one didn’t affect him at all, he could feel it hit his body but as soon as it did that he blocked it. ‘Petrificus Totalus! Petrificus Tot...! Petrifi...! Petrifi...!’ Malfoy fell down on his knees while continuing trying to hex Harry; he could see that Malfoy was giving up. He slowly walked over to Malfoy and soon realized that the other boy was crying; he stopped up as soon as he realized what was happening, was it smart to continue pressing himself on Malfoy? while he stood there Malfoy continued with the hexing while hulking and covering his face with his free hand.

‘Draco.’ Harry was surprised by what he heard himself say, he had never thought about Malfoy by his first so why did he use it? But it didn’t feel at least uncomfortable; it was almost like he had been calling him Draco since they first meet. ‘Draco.’ He bent down and touched Draco’s right hand, lowering it so the wand wouldn’t point straight at him. ‘I only want to help.’

‘You can’t help.’

‘Why not?’ Draco didn’t answer; instead he dropped his wand and his hand flew up to his face and joined the left one. ‘Draco, look at me and tell me why I can’t help you.’ He still didn’t answer so Harry grabbed both his wrists and removed his hands from the face; Draco didn’t resist Harry’s brutal interference. When both hands was lying in his lap Harry raised Draco’s head, Harry saw that is eyes was closed and wet. He noticed that Draco had long eyelashes; they were wet and sticking together so it was easier to see them now. When Draco opened his eyes Harry couldn’t think of anything to say, he was looking into grey eyes that reminded him about a galaxy photo he once saw a long time ago, they was breathtaking.

‘You can’t help me.’ Harry barely heard him over the shiny eyes he was drowning in. They sat like that another few seconds, just looking at each other before Harry closed his eyes and felt warm and wet lips beneath his. The soft skin beneath him was shaking before he felt the lips move, Draco was kissing him back. Harry’s hand that was holding up Draco’s chin moved over to his neck to get a better grip. Their lips moved faster together, slowly opening up and letting them swift over each other.

Harry wasn’t sure what Draco would do if he was the aggressive one, maybe he would back off and then hate Harry for what happened so he did nothing at all besides responding. It paid off because suddenly he felt a hot tong briefly swift over his lips before entering. Draco was still sitting there with his hands on his lap, but he was the one that was kissing so Harry didn’t mind that he didn’t touch him. His own hand was slowly caressing Draco’s neck and playing with his hair, he couldn’t believe the softness of his hair, Draco was like an expensive luxury.

Not long after he felt something move up his legs and then he realized it was Draco’s hands, and they kept going up to his hips and rested there. Harry couldn’t help moaning slightly, Draco was so careful when he as touching him, almost like he was afraid that Harry would disappear if he was too hard. Harry took the chance to press himself against Draco, hoping he wouldn’t back off by the intimate move.

It seemed like things went well, Draco answered Harry’s movement with the same one, Harry had to moan again; and again. He moved both his hands around Draco while pressing himself against him, their movement became more intense while Draco was grabbing Harry’s shirt he was deep thrusting him and Harry was playing with Draco’s hair. Harry couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t think straight, everything around him seemed blurred and bright while his whole body was hot, and Draco was like fire beneath him again.

Harry obeyed when he felt that Draco was dragging him down on the floor with him, Harry ended up lying on top off Draco. The floor was warm and soft, probably been charmed to stay like that because it was marble. Harry could feel Draco’s hands find the edge of his shirt before they moved under and caressed his skin. Harry didn’t know if he should continue to kiss Draco or stop to breath, he was so turned on but there was something that told him to not do anything, Draco would have to take the first step.

Everything afterwards happened so fast, the bedroom door opened up, Harry saw the fear in Draco's eyes and then he heard Lucius Malfoy talk.

‘Draco.’ Draco pushed Harry into the bed before standing up.

‘Father!’ Draco cleared his voice once. ‘Is anything wrong?’ Harry couldn’t believe how lucky he was, they had been lying on the floor behind the bed, shaded from the view off anyone entering the room. Harry pushed himself back onto the bed, trying to hide as well as he could.

‘What are you talking about? I heard voices.’

‘I was dreaming, just another of those bad dreams.’ Harry could hear footsteps close up on him and he could see Draco swift nervously on his feats.

‘Are you sure? I thought I heard several voices.’

‘No, I was the only one talking.’

‘Draco, don’t lie to me.’ Harry didn’t know what to do, there was no way out. Dobby, he had almost forgotten about the house elf in the passion he felt just moments ago.

‘Dobby.’ He whispered when Draco started to talk again.

‘I wouldn’t lie, especially not to you.’ The house elf popped up besides him and Harry quickly whispered to him to get him out and Dobby obeyed, he must have quickly understood what was going on. The last thing he saw was Draco turning his head down with fear in his eyes and Harry wanted so badly to grab him and take him with him

‘Is Harry Potter okay?’

‘Yes, I’m fine.’ Harry got up from the floor, looking around to figure out where he was. He had to restrain himself from asking Dobby if he could take him back, he really didn’t like how the conversation between Draco and his father was heading to. ‘Where are we?’

‘Dobby couldn’t take Harry to far away, they would have heard me apparate. What has Harry done?’

‘I haven’t done anything, not much at least. His father came in without knocking, and I had to hide, if he caught me, you know what would happen then.’

‘Dobby knows to well, but he will find out what has happened, he always do.’

‘Are we still in their mansion?’

‘No. But Dobby must take you to the castle.’ Harry couldn’t do anything; he didn’t know where the Malfoy mansion lay so there was no way he could get back there. Dobby took his hand, and soon after Harry saw the castle.

‘Harry!’ He quickly turned around to greet Ginny who had dropped her books and was hugging him. He was sure he would choke by her grip if she didn’t let go off him soon. ‘I haven’t seen you for Merlin knows how long, maybe not that long but I can’t remember last time I talked to you. Hermione and Ron tells me you have been in the infirmary.’

‘Slow down Ginny.’

‘How can I? I must have been looking for you ten thousand times.’

‘Why?’

‘Why? You must be kidding. You are probably the only person I feel comfortable with, you and Luna.’ Ginny went over to her books and picked them up, and there stood Luna Lovergood. Harry was surprised he hadn’t seen her; Ginny took most off the view since she took most of the view. She smiled and nodded at him while Ginny picked up all his books and walked over to him. ‘Do you have any idea how late it is? We must be going; I don’t want to be caught by any off the prefects.’ He had forgotten all about the time, it must be midnight at least.

‘What are you still doing up then?’

‘We are practicing, spells.’ Should he keep digging and find out what they were doing in the middle off the night practising spells.

‘Are you all right Harry?’ Luna took one step forward, looking at Harry like he was sick or something.

‘I’m fine.’ The truth was that he felt awful, couldn't stop thinking about what could happen to Draco. If his father hurt him in any way he would pay, he didn’t care about ending up in Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy would pay if he did anything to hurt Draco now.

‘You look like you have seen a ghost, someone you didn’t know have died off course.’

‘I am only worried about something.’

‘The baby? Or is it the truth?’

‘What?’ Luna took another step forward and whispered to him, Ginny had just dropped some of her quills in an attempt to pick up three books at the same time.

‘I am thinking about the Malfoy boy.’ The only person that could know about him would be Ginny, has she told Luna things they had been talking about?

‘What, I think you are mistaken.’

‘Are you sure? I am sure I heard right.’

‘Who told you?’

‘Myrtle.’ The lump that had been gathering in his stomach was slowly vanished, he thought he couldn’t thrust even Ginny, who could he thrust if she didn’t keep her word, she was the only person he knew he could trust this far.

‘What are you two talking about?’ Ginny had picked up every book and parchment she dropped.

‘We are discussing ghosts; they say so many funny things.’ Luna said with a slow voice, Harry knew now that Gunny didn’t know Luna knew, and the other way around, and even how much he could enjoy Luna’s discretion while giving Harry hints about what she knew. ‘Especially Myrtle, she is a funny one, eardrops on people and so on. What people don’t know is that if we forbid them to say something they would keep quiet for a while.’ He did enjoy Ginny’s question mark but it wasn’t nice to keep her there like that.

‘Luna, Ginny knows.’ Luna was looking at him for two seconds before realizing what he meant.

‘Know what?’ Ginny still didn’t get it.

‘About ... Malfoy.’ He was so close to say Draco, if they heard him they would probably know that something has happened. And he wasn't ready for them to know everything yet.

‘Oh, so you knew.’ There was a short silence between the girls, they didn’t look at each other but was blushing.

‘So that spell was for Malfoy or Harry?’ Harry could see that Ginny was blushing.

‘What spell?’ Harry didn’t know what they had been doing but a spell for either him or Draco was something he should know about.

‘It’s a forget and love spell, one of those romance spells. What it does is basically that the one that is hit will forget everything till they see someone, and they will fall in love with that person.’

‘And who was it intended?’

‘Malfoy, because I don’t want you to keep running after him and not even getting a treat off what could have been, it usually wears off after a week.’ Harry understood immediately what Ginny was thinking about, she has liked Harry since before they even meet and him not feeling the same about her was probably a big disappointment.

‘You don’t need to do that, Malfoy don’t need any spell.’

‘So he already loves you?’

‘No, but I think he cares somehow about me, if it won't work then we were not meant to be.’ Ginny’s blush faded a little, but Harry felt ashamed over what he had said. Ginny must have known a while that they would never end up together since she was so okay with him and Draco.

‘Maybe we should go to bed now, I don’t know about you two but I’m getting tired.’ Luna walked over to the stairs before saying good night and disappearing down to her floor.

‘So, I assume you have been talking with Malfoy.’ It was his time to blush as a tomato.

‘Yes.’

‘Did he tell you he cared about you?’

‘No, but I know he does, because he had saved me multiple times. I don’t wish to talk about that right now, to depressing, maybe tomorrow.’ He knew she wanted to ask but was silenced by him, he really didn’t wish to talk about it; he would look like a buffoon if he continued to blush like that.

‘So you two have been meeting?’

‘Yes.’ They both turned around and headed for the Gryffindor tower before anyone would come and find them. ‘He isn’t as bad as you may think; I guess it’s because he has had a hard time growing up, with a family where feelings are something forbidden and then the Death Eaters and Voldemort, he must have been under a lot of pressure to be evil and the same as his father.’

‘That is a way to look at it; I guess that if he grew up in my family he would be different.’ Harry chuckled, that was as true as the Dursley’s hated magic. They entered the common room and parted on their way to the bedrooms.

Harry couldn't sleep easy that night, he was worrying about Draco, but in the end exhaustion took over him and he fell into a deep sleep.