Fighting For My Love And Right

The next day he spent with Ginny and Luna out by the lake, they were talking about school, boys and Draco. Harry would never dream that there was anyone he knew that would be that open-minded about him and his interest in boys, not that he had admitted it to himself.

Hermione and Ron came later on and talked with him before they went to practise some spells for their charms exam. When they left Ginny told Harry that they have been almost glued together since they first hooked up.

Harry didn’t think the day could get any better but later that day Dean sat down next to them and chatted for about ten minutes, he admitted to him that he had been ignoring him and that he was sorry about it. Harry knew Dean had been avoiding him; almost everyone was after the rumour was set out. But knowing that he finally got enough courage to came and apologise was overwhelming, if he didn’t have control over his feelings he would cry happy tears.

After they had gone Luna asked about the rumour, Harry decided that since she knew about him and Draco she could hear the truth, she deserved that much. So Harry, Ginny and Luna was sitting in the grass and talking, having a great Saturday.

Harry thought things couldn’t get better for the thousand time that afternoon, and it didn’t. Around dinnertime Harry was called inn by Dumbledore, and it was urgently. Both Ginny and Luna was surprised and wished him good luck.

Harry wondered what Dumbledore wanted while walking the long road to the head masters office, could it be about the abortion? He couldn’t want to see Harry for that now.

He stood in front off the door and was looking at it, there was a lump in his stomach that was growing by the second, he was unsure of what was on the other side off the door. Something told him that it wasn’t something pleasant, and he should leave instead, but he couldn’t disobey Dumbledore’s request.

The door suddenly opened up before him and he just stood there, looking at the person in front off him. The black and silver robe, the pale skin and light hair, his eyes was piercing true Harry, Harry was afraid off the other man; he didn’t look pleased at all. But he couldn’t let the other man frighten him, he would have to stand up for himself, but he had never seen him that angry.

‘You little Gryffindor scum, get in here and close the door behind you.’ Harry did as told; running away now would probably make things worse for him. He soon realized that Dumbledore was not in the room; Malfoy must have gotten permission to talk with him alone. ‘How dare you come into my house after I forbidden you? It must be the Gryffindor stupidity, and more importantly, how dare you touch my son?!’ Harry didn’t answer, and how had he found out about it?. ‘Did you think I wouldn’t find it out? Did you actually think Draco could keep anything from me? I was sure something was up with him but I had no idea what he has been putting up with. If you were in my house right now I would chain you to the dungeon wall and leave you there to starve. A much quicker way to get rid off you would be to just kill you right here and now.’ He took up his wand and pointed it towards Harry, his eyes was burning with rage. ‘Crucio!’ Harry barely heard what he had said before the spell hit him. He could feel the spell move true his body and then suddenly it disappeared. He felt dizzy and couldn’t quite see, he was blinded by a flash of light; but he could still hear Malfoy, and he was screaming. Harry didn’t realize what was happening but as soon as he got his sight back he noticed the older wizard curl himself on the floor and scream in pain. The spell must have backfired.

The spell wore off after five seconds, leaving Malfoy on the floor in pain; Harry could hear that he was trying to get his breath back.

‘You, what did you do you, you Gryffindor scum.’

‘I’m just defending myself, don’t you ever dear to try and curse me again.’ He found his own wand and pointed it at Lucius Malfoy; the older wizard wasn’t moving at all, he was looking at Harry with fear in his eyes. ‘Now tell me, what have you done to Malfoy.’ He was really close to say Draco.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I know you have done something, don’t try to act ignorant. Tell me or you will be sorry.’ Harry tried to hide his insecurity; he wasn’t sure if he would really curse the other man since he had never done it before. He remembered Bellatrix in the department of mysteries, you have to mean it; but did he want it?

‘You won’t do that to me, you wouldn’t dare, you’re a Gryffindor.’

‘A Gryffindor with a wand pointed at a Death Eater Slytherin, and let’s not forget that I’m pregnant.’

‘Because of that you think you can go and harass my son?’

‘What makes you think that I have done that?’

‘You were with my son last night, kissing him. Which spell did you use on him? Or was it a potion?’

‘I didn’t use anything on him.’

‘Then why would he ever let you touch him? And why does he think he loves you?’ Harry had no answer for that; he was too shocked to think straight. He knew Draco cared and maybe liked him a little, but love is such a strong feeling. That could explain why he had been trying to get away from Harry, maybe he thought it couldn’t be anything between them. ‘I guess you don’t know the truth, do you now?’

‘What truth?’

‘The truth about Draco.’ Lucius was smirking now, he was still lying on the floor but he was enjoying himself.

‘What truth about him?’

‘Do you think I would tell you?’ The smirk he had a short while ago was replaced with anger. ‘If you talk to Draco again, or even try to find him I will kill you, don’t even think about trying.’

‘You should worry about him trying to contact me.’

‘As soon as the effect off the magic is over and he will come back to his senses you better watch out so he won’t hex you for what you did to him.’

‘I haven’t done anything to him.’

‘Then how would he want to kiss you?’

‘Did he tell you that?’

‘He was to embarrassed and afraid to tell me, I had to use legilimens on him. And even how much I searched I couldn’t find you dropping him anything or cursing him.’

‘Because I didn’t do it.’

‘Don’t lie to me, I know you did, it must have been over a period, there is no other way he could fall in love without realizing it wasn’t his true feelings.’ Harry realized that there was no way he could convince the other wizard that he had done nothing to his son. Lucius Malfoy was a man that needed to be right in some matters, especially a case where his son could ruin his good and evil family name. ‘Get that wand away from me, I will leave with a warning, don’t try to contact Draco in any way, don’t try to find him and if you ever try to touch him I will kill you.’ Harry lowered his wand and watched the wizard gather himself up before walking over to the fireplace and flowing himself out. Harry didn’t know what to do; he wasn’t sure about what had really happened either. He turned around and walked out off the headmaster’s office, a long walk would maybe help, or a ride on his broom.

He went up to his dorms and found his broom, opened the window and threw himself out. He had missed his broom so much, the wind and freedom it gave him was a stranger to him; he had really longed to feel it again.

He could see everything that happened down on the ground, almost nobody saw him since he was flying high up; the shadow he cast was small so he was probably mistaken for a bird. He was up there over three hours, releasing the energy he had saved up and just having a good time.

He soon realized he had forgotten completely about Lucius Malfoy, the flying was always something that made him relax. But his problems always found a way to sneak up on him. He flew back to the Gryffindor tower and climbing in, happy that nobody has been there and closed it meanwhile, but there was no reason for anyone to close it, they weren’t in the dormitory so early, they had exams to study for, or in Hermione and Ron’s case, each other.

He wasn’t jealous at them at all; they were at least not poking in his private affairs. Ginny and Luna was the only persons he trusted at the moment, they wouldn’t turn on him, Ginny loved him to much and Luna would never tell anyone any secret.

He sat down on his bed to rest for a few minutes before going down to eat something, the flight was exhausting him twice as quickly as it normally did, it was surely because of the pregnancy. He closed his eyes and thought about Lucius, how could he use legilimencyon his own son? It wasn’t forbidden but it surely wasn’t something that was commonly used, it’s a trespass at someone’s privacy. Him thinking that Harry had used some kind of spell or potion on Draco was probably for the best right now, if he knew that Draco’s feelings was real Harry was sure he would make Draco pay for it, it was like he was spiting on the family name.

He turned his head a few seconds later and realized that he had been sleeping because it was darker outside and his eyes was hard to open. The door opened up just seconds after he first got his eyes up and someone entered the room. He quickly sat up and saw Neville in the door way, he stopped for a second when he realized that Harry was in the room but walked over to his bed soon after.

‘Hello Harry, long time.’

‘Hey Neville, sorry about that, I just can’t take all the questions and looks I keep getting.’

‘I understand. So how are you?’

‘I’m fine, you?’

‘Fine.’ Neville sat down on his bed, looking at Harry as if he wanted to say something.

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’

‘Come on, I can see there is something you want to ask me about.’

‘You ignored everyone because of the thing I wish to ask about.’

‘Is it about the abortion?’ Neville slowly nodded. Harry couldn’t tell him the truth, the fewer that knew the secret better kept it was. ‘I’m not sure, maybe I’ll take abortion, still have a couple off days left to decide on.’

‘I heard that you already have taken it. Someone even say that you never have been pregnant, that it only has been something to gain more fame.’

‘That sounds like something a Slytherin would have said.’

‘I don’t know who has said it, hard to trace rumours.’

‘What else do they say about me? Tell me, I’m not blaming you.’ He knew that the students were talking about him, but he had no idea what they might be saying.

‘Once I heard something about you being possessed. There was something about who the father could be; someone said it was he-who-must-not-be-named.’

‘Neville, I thought I told you to not be afraid off a name.’

‘Voldemort, happy? It’s not easy for me to change that, everyone keeps saying the he-who-shit.’

‘Then this is a chance for you to show that you are braver than everyone else. Don’t let fear stop you.’

‘You’re right.’

‘So what do you think is true from all the rumours?’

‘None actually, people always say bad things about others, I believe it only when the one it concerns tells it.’

‘You’re a good friend, thank you.’

‘Your welcome.’

‘What time is it?'

'It's soon nine.'

'I just closed my eyes a short time and I sleep for six hours, and I'm actually still tired.’

'Good night then, it was nice to talk to you again.’

‘Good night.’ Neville went over to his trunk and found his pyjamas before he closed the curtains. Harry did the same thing, found his pyjamas and crawled beneath the bed sheets.

He couldn’t go straight to sleep so he thought about everything he has found out till now. Rumours that he has already taken abortion and some that he was a liar, that one had to be set out by one off the Slytherin’s there could be no others. He wasn’t that bothered about the rumours, they didn’t have any impact on his decision.

Even if the rumours were the first thing he thought his thoughts quickly changed. The main thing he thought about was Draco and the conversation with Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius really shouldn’t have gone into Draco’s mind, what if someone went into his? Maybe Harry should do that to him once and make him see how bad it was. Harry tried to breathe so he could relax, getting angry at Lucius Malfoy now would not help his sleeping problem. So he made himself think about Draco, and the fact that he loved Harry. He still couldn’t believe it, how could he miss it in the first place? He couldn’t know how Draco was since he never really cared about him; he always thought he was a spoiled brat who hardly cared about his friends. How wrong he was, and how much he hated the fact that he didn’t see it since he came back and saw his good side.

Harry came to the conclusion that he was an ass, a stupid one to. When he would see Draco again he would surely not stop being pushy before Draco admitted what he really felt for him. But when would next time be? Harry was sure it wouldn’t bee in the nearest future, but there was no fault in hoping that Draco would suddenly appear in front off him. He only hoped he was okay and not in any trouble because off his choice for loving Harry.

He gasped once and turned around in his bed, he could feel that he was drifting away because the door opened up and he heard it almost like it was far away, he was half asleep. And before he could think about what was happening in the room he fell asleep with a smile, Draco loved him.

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