Expensive Disaster

Authors Note: Many thanks to my beta Alexandra for her reluctant beta-ing of these last couple chapters. lol. I know I left you all hanging last week, so here's a bit that will hopefully begin to explian things. Also for anyone who hasn't already noticed, I have started new fics called Alluring Lullaby & History Repeats Itself, please check it out and tell me what you think!(I'll also be posting the usual header for these on my other accounts)

Chapter 12 Tricking Fury

Draco watched his true love’s retreating back and couldn’t believe his own eyes.

“Harry,” he called, still slightly disoriented from the scene that had just played out before him.

“I think you’ve gotten rid of him for good now,” a voice said from below him.

He whipped around and found himself looking down at Theo. “You bastard,” he hissed.

Theo chuckled and squeezed himself tightly around the thick cock that was still deep inside him. “That’s not what you were saying a minute ago. You were telling me that you loved me, and that I felt perfect,” Theo reminded him.

Draco pulled away roughly and ran to the bathroom; promptly vomiting up everything he had eaten that day. He stayed there, keeping his warm face pressed against the cool porcelain.

How could he have fucked up so bad, after just promising the exact opposite? Tonight was supposed to be perfect, it was supposed to be the next step in a long relationship with Harry.

He felt warm hands on his back and sighed, thinking of his perfect and furious Harry. “I just wanted you back, and I knew deep down you wanted me too. You felt it tonight, you told me how much you wanted me, how much you needed me,” Theo said.

Draco jerked away and glared at him. “I was telling all those things to Harry. I thought you were Harry!” he yelled.

Theo shrugged and shook his head. “Maybe at first you did, but at some point you could tell, you had too. We look alike, but not that much alike.”

“You… you the costume, it was Harry’s. And you didn’t want us to take off our masks, and you even used green contacts you arse, and I haven’t seen Harry naked in years, how was I supposed to know. You fucking tricked me!” Draco screamed, his voice hoarse and unyielding, then he sniffed the air and growled. "You even smell like him. What did you do?" he howled.

“I had to trick you so that you could see. We are meant to be together. You and Harry, you two were all wrong. You would have hurt him eventually, just like you just did,” Theo added.

“I… I didn’t. You lied to me, Harry will understand, I just need to go to him. I just need to tell him what happened,” Draco sobbed. Part of him believed his own words, but most of him was screaming that he was an imbecile if he expected Harry to forgive him for this.

Still. He had to try.

He pried himself up off the floor and shoved past Theo. He dressed quickly and walked as fast as his wobbling legs would carry him down to Harry’s room.

The light was off, and Draco imagined Harry alone in the dark, having cried himself to sleep. He opened the door gently and winced at the sight.

He had been right, Harry was curled up in bed, only wearing boxers, and his tear streaked face made Draco’s heart break. What he had been wrong about was the fact that Harry was in fact, not alone. He was wrapped around Tristan, who was also stripped down to his underwear.

Draco took a deep breath. This was the very least he deserved, finding his boyfriend here like this. Was Harry even his boyfriend anymore?

Draco backed out of the room, his vision went blurry for a moment until warm arms cradled him and tugged him back to his own room. “I love you, Draco. I always have and I always will,” the boy whispered, and in his distraught state, Draco could imagine it was Harry’s voice caressing his ear instead of Theo’s.

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Harry woke up feeling puffy and uncomfortable. He stretched out and was startled to note that his hand grazed a warm body beside him.

He looked over and caught sight of the pale skin and blonde hair through his swollen eyes and he smiled.

Draco.

They must have fallen asleep together. Harry tried desperately to recall making love to his beautiful boyfriend and was distraught when he couldn’t remember any details.

Until the real memories surfaced and smacked against his mind like a wildfire. He sobbed violently as the image of Draco fucking Theo burned into his retinas like it was happening all over again.

Warm hands surrounded him and feathered delicately through his hair. “It’s okay, Harry. I’m here,” Tristan whispered, and he knew now that it was Tristan and not Draco.

He swallowed thickly. “Did you sleep here?” he rasped, his voice still scratchy from crying.

Tristan nodded and pulled him close. “And I’ll sleep here every night if you need me,” he cooed.

Harry sighed and pushed him gently away. “I need to talk to Draco,” he said at last.

“Harry, I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Tristan warned.

“I know, I just… I owe it to him to let him explain at least,” Harry sighed. He slipped out of bed and rummaged through the clothes strewn across his floor and grabbed the first tee shirt and jeans his hands came across.

He dressed quickly and splashed cold water on his slightly swollen face and made to leave. A pale hand on his own made him hesitate. “Harry, if you need me, I’ll be in my room,” Tristan said. “I would do anything to save you from this pain,” he whispered and kissed Harry lightly on the forehead.

“Thanks,” Harry mumbled and walked down the corridor to Draco’s room.

He felt a sudden wave of déjà vu as he approached the door and saw that it was cracked open slightly as it had been last night. He pushed gently on the door and resisted the urge to cry out when he saw Draco there, sleeping comfortably under the covers, with Theo’s arm wrapped tightly around him.

He gritted his teeth at the sight.

He had been tricked. This was probably the plan all along; trick poor little Harry Potter into falling in love with Draco. Harry’s only gratitude was for the fact that he didn’t sleep with Draco before he caught him and Theo together.

They probably had a great time laughing at him behind his back. He felt like a moron for having bought into Draco’s story about being a virgin. To think, Harry actually felt guilty for having given into Tristan before he even came back to the school.

Harry took a deep breath and slammed the door as he walked down the corridor. Part of him wanted to run to Tristan, but he nixed that idea. Something sat wrong with him that the boy had slept with him the night before, that he had just insinuated himself into Harry’s life again.

He sighed and shook his head. No, Tristan was the good guy; he was trying to protect him, trying to warn him. But Tristan deserved better than a boy who was perpetually broken.

Harry walked aimlessly into the brisk morning air, not even knowing his destination until he reached it. His car loomed ahead of him like a metallic bird of freedom.

He climbed in and turned the stereo up as loud as it would go and let the bass vibrate him into a sense of calm.

“I will keep calling you to see, if you’re sleeping are you dreaming, if you’re dreaming are you dreaming of me? I can’t believe you actually picked me,” the husky voice in the song rattled and Harry changed the song with a quick press of a button.

“You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions, you could be the one I’ll always love,” came the new melodic voice and Harry changed it once again.

“What the fuck,” Harry groaned. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to love songs, even by his most favorite bands.

“Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic. I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been. It's your right and your ability to become…my perfect enemy…” Harry smiled and thrummed his foot to the music. This was much more like it.

“You fucking disappoint me,” he shouted along with the music as he pulled the car out of the parking lot.

He needed to see his godfather; Sirius would know what to do, maybe Harry could even convince him to let him got back to public school with Ron and Hermione.

He just drove along, letting the music flow over him and the wind cool him. He had to get away from that cesspool of a private school. He had to get away from Draco and Theo.

He felt a twinge of guilt as he thought of Tristan waiting for him back at the school, but Tristan would understand. Maybe he would even transfer back to be with Harry. Maybe Harry had been deluding himself the whole time and Tristan was really the one for him?

Tristan was sweet and considerate and even Harry’s first lover. There had to have been something there if Harry had slept with him, right? And obviously the boy cared for him, maybe even loved him, and at one point Harry had been convinced that he loved Tristan.

Harry sighed. He would call him as soon as he got to Sirius’s house and tell him what was going on. Maybe Tristan would even come visit him up at the Black family manor. He had never been there before.

He began breathing a little easier when thoughts of Tristan clouded the harsher ones of Draco.

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A violent bang woke Draco abruptly form his troubled sleep. He opened his eyes to find a dark empty room aside from the warm body curled against his own. “Harry?” he whispered.

“Try again,” the familiar voice droned.

“Theo?” he hissed, instantly confused until the flood of memories form the previous night beat against his skull.

“Harry? I thought we were supposed to meet at the dance?” Draco asked perplexed.

“Now,” Harry whispered, though his voice sounded a little off.

“Are you coming down with something?” he asked, voice thick with concern.

“I want you,” he rasped and Draco’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for all day… his whole life.

He was going to make love to Harry, his beautiful perfect Harry.

Draco smiled and reached for Harry’s mask, but he shook his head roughly. “Keep them on,” he said softly, and it made Draco smile. He didn’t care as long as he could look into his lovers beautiful green eyes, which were also a little off, it seemed.

Harry pushed him over to the bed and quickly began removing clothes; Draco tried to halt him with a calming hand. “Harry, we have all night, love. Why so impatient?”

“Now,” was all he got in response and Draco smiled slightly and helped free them of their offending clothes.

He panicked slightly when Harry wouldn’t kiss him, but all rational thought left his mind when Harry’s lips closed around his cock. He had never let anyone do that before, and it felt fantastic to have Harry’s tongue lapping and tasting him.

“Fuck, Harry,” he hissed in pleasure. “I love you,” he moaned.

He was getting close, the pressure was building in his gut and Harry must have sensed it because he pulled away with a groan of protest from Draco.

Harry pulled Draco against him and gripped his cock roughly, angling it against his opening. Draco was suddenly so nervous he would hurt him and he didn’t know what to do. Harry did all the work though as he pressed himself against Draco’s cock and worked him inside an inch at a time.

The warmth and tightness was indescribable and Draco’s head lolled back and a shuddered moan escaped his lips. “Oh, Harry. You feel so good,” he groaned.

Harry smiled and when Draco was completely inside of him, he squeezed tightly around his cock, which elicited a yelp of surprise.

He stayed still, willing the pleasure to ease before he came instantly and without any further movement.

A choked noise echoed in the room and for a moment, Draco thought he had hurt Harry, but he looked up and Harry was still smiling, smiling even wider in fact.

A whispered admonishment brought his attention to the doorway where Tristan stood, holding onto Harry and trying to sooth him.

Harry.

But no, he was with Harry. He was- “Har-“

His Harry shook his head and sobbed and when Draco looked down, he was suddenly looking into familiar green eyes in the wrong face.

Theo.

“What have I done?” Draco whispered, but it was already too late. His Harry was already leaving and Theo was clinging to him like a long lost lover.

Draco shook the memory from his immediate thought and leapt out of bed. “Get the fuck out,” he demanded.

“Oh, baby, don’t be like that. I only did it for your own good,” Theo said, refusing to budge.

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me. Harry was good for me, Harry was perfect and kind and sweet and he loved me,” Draco shouted.

“And you killed that love, just like you would have eventually, anyway. I just sped up the process,” Theo said with a shrug.

Draco seethed and threw on his jumper. If Theo wouldn’t leave, he could and he did.

He practically ran to Harry’s room to beg his forgiveness until the rest of the night hit him. “He’s with me now,” came a familiar voice from behind him.

“Tristan,” he whispered.

“You broke his heart, and now it’s mine,” he stated nonchalantly.

Draco sagged against the wall in defeat. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispered.

“He loved you so much, more than he should have, given your track record. Now I’ll be there to pick up the pieces and put him back together. Again… he’ll never leave me, this time,” Tristan mused.

Something clicked and Draco glared up at the boy. “You… you did this. You and Theo set this whole thing up,” he shouted.

Tristan shrugged lightly. “Prove it,” he whispered and turned away.

Draco watched him walk down the hall and then pulled himself up and burst into Harry’s room. It was dark and looked as if a hurricane had hit it overnight.

But it was empty.

Harry was gone, and Draco had a sinking feeling that he had left more than just his room.

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