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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
11,125
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chap 11 - The soft spot
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Chapter 11 – The soft spot
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Harry watched the blonde with a concerned frown. He hadn’t expected him to be this scared.
Throwing up and all..poor Malfoy. Harry felt a twinge of guilt,and a warmth spreading in his chest. Malfoy was awfully cute when he looked this vulnerable.
As he reached out to hold him, a need to make it better, to make it right grew in Harry. “Are you all right?”
Draco smiled. Before he turned, he squeezed out a few tears and made it so his lips quivered. Dracos voice was no louder than a whisper,and it sounded scared and ashamed. He bowed his head, so he would look as pathetic and lost as he possibly could, and he could almost feel how the golden boy swelled with his savior-complex behind him.
“I-I..no,not really.” Draco found it to be true. He wasn’t all right, and all of a sudden there was a ump in his throat. He wasn’t all right at all. He was shunned from the Slytherins, the only place that had ever welcomed him, and not just accepted his presence, like everyone else. He would be shunned from the family, perhaps even for his own protection. The wrath of his father would be everlasting on this point. The purpose of his life was to be successful and bring forth successful children, ensuring the family name and reputation.
He did in fact need a savior.
A cold,mirthless bark of a laugh escaped his lips as he realized just how much he had destroyed for himself with that one stupid impulse-act.
Harry knelt beside Malfoy,uncertain of what to do at first, but he wiped off Malfoys lips with the sleeve of his sweater,and offered him some water. The blonde shook his head, seemingly lost in thoughts too horrible to speak about. Harry wasn’t sure what to do, so he followed his instincts. He reached around the blonde with both arms, and held him close.
He mistook the shaking as crying, when Malfoy was in fact laughing. Laughing silently because he knew he was doomed no matter what, and because he wanted so much to take it back,but couldn’t. It wasn’t an amused laugh. It was a morbid sort of dark tristesse-humor Draco had acquired after years of sarcasms and dry wit.
It was unbearable. He had gone through life so far living up to what was expected of him, and this one single act of instinct had doomed him. And yet – deep down, under all the anger,hurt and sadness, he knew he would have done it again. He halfturned towards Potter, needing the comfort he knew he would provide.
Harry let it happen, not knowing why Malfoy let him hold him, nor did he know why their lips met, but he did know he didn’t want to stop it. Harry let the blonde open his shirt, and entranced he watched as Malfoy removed his own shirt ,and pants, and..”Wait!” Harry put a hand on Malfoys bare chest. Malfoy looked so beautiful,so vulnerable and innocent, but Harry knew it wasn’t right. He couldn’t take advantage of him, not even of him.
What Harry missed in his urge to be noble, was the massive amount of hurt in Malfoys eyes.
The glimpse of hurt was quickly replaced with anger, and a thirst for vengeance.
Draco had acted out of need, not want, and been rejected.
That stung more than even he dared admit.
And for that - Potter would pay.
Chapter 11 – The soft spot
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Harry watched the blonde with a concerned frown. He hadn’t expected him to be this scared.
Throwing up and all..poor Malfoy. Harry felt a twinge of guilt,and a warmth spreading in his chest. Malfoy was awfully cute when he looked this vulnerable.
As he reached out to hold him, a need to make it better, to make it right grew in Harry. “Are you all right?”
Draco smiled. Before he turned, he squeezed out a few tears and made it so his lips quivered. Dracos voice was no louder than a whisper,and it sounded scared and ashamed. He bowed his head, so he would look as pathetic and lost as he possibly could, and he could almost feel how the golden boy swelled with his savior-complex behind him.
“I-I..no,not really.” Draco found it to be true. He wasn’t all right, and all of a sudden there was a ump in his throat. He wasn’t all right at all. He was shunned from the Slytherins, the only place that had ever welcomed him, and not just accepted his presence, like everyone else. He would be shunned from the family, perhaps even for his own protection. The wrath of his father would be everlasting on this point. The purpose of his life was to be successful and bring forth successful children, ensuring the family name and reputation.
He did in fact need a savior.
A cold,mirthless bark of a laugh escaped his lips as he realized just how much he had destroyed for himself with that one stupid impulse-act.
Harry knelt beside Malfoy,uncertain of what to do at first, but he wiped off Malfoys lips with the sleeve of his sweater,and offered him some water. The blonde shook his head, seemingly lost in thoughts too horrible to speak about. Harry wasn’t sure what to do, so he followed his instincts. He reached around the blonde with both arms, and held him close.
He mistook the shaking as crying, when Malfoy was in fact laughing. Laughing silently because he knew he was doomed no matter what, and because he wanted so much to take it back,but couldn’t. It wasn’t an amused laugh. It was a morbid sort of dark tristesse-humor Draco had acquired after years of sarcasms and dry wit.
It was unbearable. He had gone through life so far living up to what was expected of him, and this one single act of instinct had doomed him. And yet – deep down, under all the anger,hurt and sadness, he knew he would have done it again. He halfturned towards Potter, needing the comfort he knew he would provide.
Harry let it happen, not knowing why Malfoy let him hold him, nor did he know why their lips met, but he did know he didn’t want to stop it. Harry let the blonde open his shirt, and entranced he watched as Malfoy removed his own shirt ,and pants, and..”Wait!” Harry put a hand on Malfoys bare chest. Malfoy looked so beautiful,so vulnerable and innocent, but Harry knew it wasn’t right. He couldn’t take advantage of him, not even of him.
What Harry missed in his urge to be noble, was the massive amount of hurt in Malfoys eyes.
The glimpse of hurt was quickly replaced with anger, and a thirst for vengeance.
Draco had acted out of need, not want, and been rejected.
That stung more than even he dared admit.
And for that - Potter would pay.