Changing Minds in Hard Times
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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14,038
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73
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Chapter Eleven
Draco woke up in a strange bed, in a room that he hadn’t seen before. He rubbed his head and looked around the room, wondering how he had gotten himself into such a situation. Just when he thought he was making some headway with Harry, things happened and put him right back where he started from - looked at as if he was a death eater spy.
His eyes fell on Harry, who was just entering the room. The blond looked away. Harry sighed. He had hoped that Draco would be up to talking with him, but he now could see that Draco wasn't interested in that right now.
Still, he had to try. “Draco…I’m sorry…” He tried to move into the other man’s view, but frowned with disappointment as Draco turned his head to look the other way.
He sat down on his bed, beside the angry Slytherin. “Draco, I know you must be mad at me. You have to understand that…”
“That what, Potter? That you finally realized Moody was correct all along and that I am not worth the clothing covering my hideous Slytherin death eater body, right?”
Harry looked at Draco, agast that the blond would think such a thing. “No! Draco, I didn’t want to let Moody do those things to you. Hermione and Tonks…”
“Oh, of course, Harry. I’m so sorry. If Hermione and Tonks said it was ok, then they must be right. I am so sorry I thought otherwise.” Draco huffed. He moved away from Harry and tried to struggle out from under the covers.
“Draco. Please just listen. Can you at least do that much for me? I know I failed you. I know you think I abandoned you and that I hate you. But Draco, I don’t.” Harry said. He reached across the bed and took hold of Draco’s hand.
Draco looked up into the eyes of the man he had been drawn to for as long as he could remember, and softened. “Then why, Harry? Why did you let Moody do that to me? I thought I could trust you to protect me. But you stood there and watched while he drew out all my painful memories and laid them out on display to everyone.”
“I know…I know. What I did was wrong. But Hermione and Tonks have a theory about Moody. They think he’s in here as a spy for the death eaters. Of course they don’t think he knows he is, but he’s been doing some odd things lately, and the only thing they can figure is that he’s been cursed to send information to the death eaters without his knowledge. He’s not the type to submit willingly to anyone checking him for dark spells – so Hermione and Tonks have been holding me back from saying anything to him.”
“You’re saying you let him do that to me to prove that he’s under some death eater’s spell?” Draco asked, his voice slightly sarcastic.
“Well…yeah…but you make it sound worse then it really is.”
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his long blond hair. “Harry, whether Moody is a death eater spy or not, that doesn’t change the fact that you stood there and watched me be tortured. I thought maybe you were beginning to care for me or something, but…”
“Draco I do!”
The blond’s eyes narrowed. “You do what, Harry?”
“I do care about you.” The spectacled wonder said sofetly.
Draco didn’t know what to do. On one hand he wanted to forgive Harry and spend time with the man he had loved for years. But on the other hand, the Boy-Who-Lived had really hurt him yet again. Should he trust that Harry really wanted him? Or was it just another chance to embarrass Draco?
He threw himself backwards onto the bed and covered his face with the pillow. The pillow that smelled just like Harry. He inhaled deeply and decided to give it another chance. Harry had to be worth all this.
His voice was muffled by the pillow when he began to talk, but Harry could understand it fairly well.
“Fine, Harry. I forgive you. Just please don’t let me be the test subject for one of Moody’s rampages again.”
Harry leaned down and gently lifted the pillow off of Draco’s face. He bent further and kissed the blond. “Never again, Draco. I promise.”
His eyes fell on Harry, who was just entering the room. The blond looked away. Harry sighed. He had hoped that Draco would be up to talking with him, but he now could see that Draco wasn't interested in that right now.
Still, he had to try. “Draco…I’m sorry…” He tried to move into the other man’s view, but frowned with disappointment as Draco turned his head to look the other way.
He sat down on his bed, beside the angry Slytherin. “Draco, I know you must be mad at me. You have to understand that…”
“That what, Potter? That you finally realized Moody was correct all along and that I am not worth the clothing covering my hideous Slytherin death eater body, right?”
Harry looked at Draco, agast that the blond would think such a thing. “No! Draco, I didn’t want to let Moody do those things to you. Hermione and Tonks…”
“Oh, of course, Harry. I’m so sorry. If Hermione and Tonks said it was ok, then they must be right. I am so sorry I thought otherwise.” Draco huffed. He moved away from Harry and tried to struggle out from under the covers.
“Draco. Please just listen. Can you at least do that much for me? I know I failed you. I know you think I abandoned you and that I hate you. But Draco, I don’t.” Harry said. He reached across the bed and took hold of Draco’s hand.
Draco looked up into the eyes of the man he had been drawn to for as long as he could remember, and softened. “Then why, Harry? Why did you let Moody do that to me? I thought I could trust you to protect me. But you stood there and watched while he drew out all my painful memories and laid them out on display to everyone.”
“I know…I know. What I did was wrong. But Hermione and Tonks have a theory about Moody. They think he’s in here as a spy for the death eaters. Of course they don’t think he knows he is, but he’s been doing some odd things lately, and the only thing they can figure is that he’s been cursed to send information to the death eaters without his knowledge. He’s not the type to submit willingly to anyone checking him for dark spells – so Hermione and Tonks have been holding me back from saying anything to him.”
“You’re saying you let him do that to me to prove that he’s under some death eater’s spell?” Draco asked, his voice slightly sarcastic.
“Well…yeah…but you make it sound worse then it really is.”
Draco sighed and ran a hand through his long blond hair. “Harry, whether Moody is a death eater spy or not, that doesn’t change the fact that you stood there and watched me be tortured. I thought maybe you were beginning to care for me or something, but…”
“Draco I do!”
The blond’s eyes narrowed. “You do what, Harry?”
“I do care about you.” The spectacled wonder said sofetly.
Draco didn’t know what to do. On one hand he wanted to forgive Harry and spend time with the man he had loved for years. But on the other hand, the Boy-Who-Lived had really hurt him yet again. Should he trust that Harry really wanted him? Or was it just another chance to embarrass Draco?
He threw himself backwards onto the bed and covered his face with the pillow. The pillow that smelled just like Harry. He inhaled deeply and decided to give it another chance. Harry had to be worth all this.
His voice was muffled by the pillow when he began to talk, but Harry could understand it fairly well.
“Fine, Harry. I forgive you. Just please don’t let me be the test subject for one of Moody’s rampages again.”
Harry leaned down and gently lifted the pillow off of Draco’s face. He bent further and kissed the blond. “Never again, Draco. I promise.”