ORIGINAL: The Amour

Disclaimer: All characters and setting belong to JK. Rowling



[A/N] Alrighty. NEW CHAPTER. This took quite a bit of energy to write. I think it’s the longest chapter in this story. (And no it’s not the last chapter, don’t worry). It’s a very tender chapter and so I hopu guu guys like it. Please please please review for me! I will be sad if I don’t get many reviews:(

But I love you all anyways!



[Chapter Thirteen]



Monday was a dreaded day for Draco Malfoy. Not just because it was the beginning of another long week of dreadfully boring classes, it was because, that was the day when they had double Potions with the Gryffindors. Which meant that he’d have to see Harry.



It wasn’t nearly so much of a problem to ignore Harry in the corridors and in the Great Hall, but in a classroom where his seat was only a few feet away from Harry’s, it was difficult. Very difficult. It caused him so much concentration and stress to act like the seat in front of him was empty.



As he was heading toward the Potions dungeon for his first class, he noticed that a few people were standing in the corridors whispering excitedly about something. He really didn’t care and would have passed on without a glance if he hadn’t heard them say;



“Oh my god. I know! I mean, Harry Potter?”



He stopped in his tracks. His books slipped from his arms and the contents of his bag scattered onto the floor.



“Who would have guessed?”



“Well, he always seemed a bit... odd.”



“He’s not so innocent and clean after all!”



The group of girls giggled.



Draco took his time to gather up is belongings. He held his breath while trying to catch everything that the girls were saying.



“It’s just too bad.” one of them said sadly. “Cuz I thought he was such a hottie. But then again, Seamus is a hunk too.”



Draco unconsciously clenched his hand stiffly around a book.



“Who do you think was on top?”



Another spell of gleeful titters came from the group.



Draco couldn’t believe his ears. For some reason, he didn’t want to swallow what he’d just heard. Maybe he’d misunderstood. Yes, he probably had jumped to conclusions....



But to his dismay, he later found out that the girls weren’t the only ones that were talking about it. When he got to the classroom, the Slytherins that were already there, were sniggering and pointing at Harry, who had his head buried in his arms.



He walked over to his housemates with a pounding heart and leaned his hea.


“What are you guys laughing about?”



Blaise was the first to speak up. He had a smirk on his face that looked as if it would explode with delight.



“Didn’t you hear Drake? Potter, he fucked with Finnigan last night!” The Slytherins burst into another round of guffaws.



Pansy was wiping tears from her eyes. “He’s a fucking Queer, Draco! Oh my god. Who would have known? Golden-Boy-Who-Lived has come out of the closet at last!”



Draco chanced a look in Harry’s direction again, but Harry was unmoving and still in the same position with his arms wrapped tightly around his head. Hermione and Ron were trying to talk to him and comfort him but he didn’t reply.



He might have felt sympathy for the boy if his mind wasn’t swirling with disgust and rage. He wanted to spit at Harry and make him cry.



The fucking whore, he thought furiously. So he thinks that Finnigan is better than me, does he?



“I hope that fucking Potter gets fucked to death by Voldemort.” he snarled.



That aroused another bout of laughter from the Slytherins.

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Students smirking. Students laughing. Students looking disgusted. Students pointing fingers.



By now, the whole student body of Hogwarts seemed to know about Harry and Seamus. The story was infamous. Infamous enough that more then twenty absurd versions of it were being told round.



“I heard that Potter cummed fifteen times!”



“Potter told Finnigan that he was the only Gryffindor that he hadn’t bedded yet! What a fag!”



“Did you hear? Harry’s pregnant!”



“Someone said that they used whips and handcuffs!”



Harry wished that he’d just evaporate on the spot. He could literally feel steam spouting out of his ears.



He had no idea how it had gone out to the rest of the school but he knew from experience that everything managed to our our somehow and nothing could be kept discreet in this school.



Lunch had been a nightmare and Herbology afterwards was bad enough. The Hufflepuffs all seemed to find it immensely funny and jokable. They teased Harry about it until Hermione threw down her sheers, making it rocket dangerously near a huddle of them and shot them a look that would have made Voldemort cower.



She tried to console him but Harry kept saying that he was fine and that he didn’t care, but the expression on his face said that he was anything but fine. She knew that something else was bothering him too, but exactly what that was, she couldn’t tell.





In Harry’s part, it wasn’t helping either that Seamus seemed to actually enjoy the attention. Everyone knew that no one had ever been in bed with Harry before, and so Seamus was the envy of many.



Harry wanted to talk to Seamus but he’d pouted and called Harry a “killjoy” and said that they could talk later. He was strongly hoping that Seamus would keep his word.



But above all, what seemed to bother Harry the most was not the rumors or the pointed fingers. It was Draco Malfoy.



He tried to deny to himself that he remembered anything about him but his odd ways of showing sympathy, the toying smirk on his face, the delicate elegance... he wanted to know them again. Draco would know what to do at times like these, with his calm rationalism and proudness.



He wanted to know how Draco felt about the whole thing too. Angry? Mocking? Indifferent? But then he reminded himself that Draco never cared about Harry in the first place and was probably laughing at him this very minute with his gang of Slytherins.





The Day seemed unbearably long, as if taunting Harry for his stupidity. You would think that people would get tired of talking about the same thing for an entire day, but no. Finding out that one of the most famous wizards of all time was in fact, gay, was not news that came around every day. It seemed to delight people.



He felt that he could fall into a dead sleep the minute he closed his eyes as he changed into his pajamas late that night. He’d stayed up until eleven with Hermione, doing homework in the empty common room.



For some reason, Seamus was not in their dormitory, nor was Dean. Maybe he was a bit relieved in a way. But relieved or not, he still wanted to have a talk with Seamus, and so he stayed awake waiting



Neville’s steady snores almost lulled him to sleep but he kept rubbing his eyes and shifting positions so that he wouldn’t drift off.



Finally, an hour later, Dean and Seamus came in, rather loudly. The noise would have awoken Harry instantly but Neville and Ron snoozed on peacefully and undisturbed.



Why are they being so loud? Harry wondered as it was past midnight. He watched silently as Dean fell onto his bed still clothed and began snoring.



Seamus was about to do so too, when Harry sat up in his own bed and called out his name softly.



“Mmm?” Seamus grunted ing ing up. Harry beckoned to him nervously and a sly grin sneaked across the sandy haired boy’s face.



He’s drunk! Harry realized a moment too late. Indeed, Seamus was intoxicated. Very intoxicated.



A rush of panic attacked Harry as images of the previous night intruded into his mind.



“N-never mind, Seamus. You can go to sleep!” he said hastily, drawing the hangings shut around his bed. But he could hear shallow bhinghing and footsteps getting closer.



He nearly screamed when the hanging’s were violently yanked open and Seamus’ leering face towered over him looking hungry and menacing.



“Sea-Seamus?” Harry croaked, shaking.



“Perrrfect.” Seamus slurred, licking his lips. “I’m in the mood...”



Harry choked. “No Seamus! You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing. Please-”



Seamus’ eyes flickered. “What Seamus wants, Seamus gets.”



Harry scrambled to get out of his bed but Seamus grabbed his arm.



“Ow!” he yelled. “Let me go Seamus!”



“Shut up!” Seamus growled. He put another silencing charm on the bed and dragged Harry back onto it with hiR>
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Harry struggled. He tried to free himself but Seamus held him mercilessly.



“Seamus! Let me go! Seamu-” he saw stars as Seamus’ knuckles dashed against his cheek. He fell silent and holding his cheek, stared at Seamus with a terrified expression.



The drunk boy smirked and punched Harry across the face again.



“Strrrip.”



Harry just sat there completely frozen. Seamus wasn’t himself at all. If Harry didn’t do something soon, he was going to be fo int into sex again and he knew it.



In a last desperate attempt, he kicked out his leg and kneed Seamus in the stomach.



Seamus grunted and fell face first into the bed post. Harry didn’t waste a second. He lunged out of his bed, and steadying his shaking legs, tore out of the dormitory.



He had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to get far, far away.



Out of the portrait, down the corridors he ran. He should be safe now. Seamus was too drunk to go after him.




His heart was still beating furiously and his face ached terribly from the blows Seamus had dealt him.



But he was safe now. He was safe.



He closed his eyes and slid to the floor. Everything about him was screaming in pain. Not just his body. His insides were churning with biliousness and wretched emotions. He was too benumbed to cry.



Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes.



He stifled a scream when he found the tip of a wand mere inches away from his nose. It was swaying sluggishly just like it’s owner.



“You ran.” Seamus hissed, jabbing his wand closer to Harry. “But I found you.”



A sinister grin appeared over his face as he pulled out the Marauder’s Map from his back pocket.



“Useful thing.”



Harry swore silently to himself that he had ever showed Seamus how it worked. He pressed his back into the wall behind.



“S-Seamus, don’t come any closer to me.” Harry’s voice trembled slightly.



Seamus chuckled, his eyes clearly unfocused. “Haha. A bit wandless ay, Harrrry?”



He was right, Harry had forgotten his wand. He’d had other things on his mind, like getting away from Seamus as quick as he could, for example.



But Harry tried not to look scared. In truth he was feeling fear beyond doom. Like a mouse caught in a trap.



There was no way to escape this time. Not with a wand pointed at him. One simple hex could do any number of things.



But what came next wasn’t a hex. It was a closed fist.



A nasty thud echoed through the dim corridor as Harry landed sprawled on the floor. he tasted a stream of blood gushing from his mouth and battled with his body to try and stand up.



Seamus’ foot shot out and knocked him back to the ground.



Harry curled up, wincing at the incredible pain in his leg.



“Stop Seamus!” he cried out, throwing his arms over his head. “Fucking stop!”



But Seamus didn’t stop. He grabbed the neck of Harry’s shirt and pulled him up. Harry recoiled instinctively at the sight of Seamus’ raised arm.



“Expelliarmus!”



With a brutal jerk, Seamus flew backwards and crashed into the wall across the hall. A moan of excruciating pain escaped Harry as he collapsed onto his injured leg.



“Harry!” a voice shouted.



Harry looked up and saw a panic-stricken Draco running over to him.



His eyes widened in surprise. “D-Draco?” he stuttered hoarsely.



“Harry, Fuck! Are you okay?” Draco, who’s face was ghostly pale, knelt down beside Harry and helped him sit up. “Oh shit, you’re bleeding.”



“Wh-what are you doing here?” Harry asked, brushing away Draco’s hand from his face.




referefect duties.” Draco said. “What the fuck was going on?”



Harry opened his mouth to reply but then narrowed his eyes coldly.



“I could’ve managed fine without your help.” he snapped.



For a second, Draco looked startled and then he smirked bitterly. “Yeah you looked pretty fine hanging by your collar and blood all over your face.”



“Why do you care?” Harry said, his cheeks flushing furiously.



Draco shrugged. “I don’t. So good luck on getting back to your dorm alone.” He turned around and began walking away.



Something in the pit of Harry’s stomach sunk horribly as he watched Draco’s retreating back. Trying to rid the feeling, he shook himself and made an effort to push himself up off the ground.



Another slicing pain shot through his leg and he failed to choke back a loud moan. Losing balance, he stumbled into the wall.



His heart jumped when he felt a pair of thin hands take hold of his arms and yank him up.



“Don’t need help, my ass.” Draco muttered under his breath as he slung Harry’s arms around his shoulders. “You’d be out here all night.”



Harry wanted to say something back but two things kept him from doing so.



One, his lip was starting to swell rapidly where Seamus had hit him, and two, Draco’s hand was on his hip and touching the exposed skin above his pajama bottoms.



Words became a jumble in his mind and he swallowed them re hre he said something incoherent and idiotic.



He’d even forgotten completely that an unconscious Seamus was laying in the middle of the corridor with a big, gruesome lump on his head.



As they neared the stairs, Harry noticed that they were neither going in the directions of the infirmary or the Gryffindor Tower.



“Er, Dra- Malfoy?” he covered up hastily. “You’re going the wrong way.”



“Slytherin is closer. We’ve gotta do something about that bloody leg of yours.” Draco replied without looking at Harry.



Harry’s eyes widened. “We-we’re going to your room?”



“Don’t worry. Everyone’s asleep.”

Once we get my leg righted, I’ll leave. That’s all.



He didn’t even realize that they were already at the Slytherin Dungeon entrance. Next thing he knew, they were going through the cold and dark common room and up a staircase.



“And I’m having that password changed first thing in the morning.” Draco’s voice distracted Harry from his reverie.



Harry snorted. “Like I’d ever try to come back to this place again.”



He looked around the room, taking his surroundings in for the first time.



It was definitely very Slytherin; green silk sheets, green carpeting, silver banners along the wall. He knew that he preferred the warmth of the Gryffindor rooms.



Draco cast a blazing fire into the fireplace and shrugged off his outer robe. Harry tried not to notice the slim and firm outline of Draco’s body under the tight shirt and low pants.



“Come here.” Draco was motioning for him to go over to the bherehere he was sitting.



Harry froze. “Wh-what?”



Draco rolled his eyes. “Get over here so that I can look at your leg.”



Mentally kicking himself, Harry limped over to the bed with great difficulty and flopped down. He watched with amazement as Draco skillfully examined the nasty bruises and cuts.



“It’s not broken.” Draco said at last. “I don’t know how to mend bones but I can fix this.” He tapped his wand against Harry’s calf and immediately, the skin healed and the pain subsided.



“How do you know this stuff?” Harry asked, unintentionally impressed.



Draco sat back onto an armchair and smirked.



“You learn odd things when you have a father like mine.”



Harry flinched. Draco’s father was one of the highest ranked Death Eaters in Voldemort’s circle. It scared him to think that he’d never considered the fact that Draco might in fact, have the Dark Mark concealed under his sleeves...



Seeing the look on Harry’s face, Draco pushed up his sleeve to show his untouched and flawless pearly skin.



“Nothing there.”



“I- I wasn’t-”



“It’s fine. Everyone suspects me anyways. It’s nothing new.&#




They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while, watching the flickering flames and not knowing wto sto say.



A part of Harry told him to get up and leave already but another part of him was burning and boiling with unanswered questions and a want to know so many confusing things.



After all, they’d never really talked since.....



But Draco was the first to speak up.



“Why did you do it Harry?”



Harry furrowed his brow. “Do what?”



“Why did you lie to yourself?”

< &# “Lie to myself?”



“You never had to lie to yourself so that I could be with you. If you told me truthfully in the beginning, I wouldn’t have had to cause you so much pain.”



Harry saw that in Draco’s eyes there was indeed such a pain that it made Harry’s heart clench with sadness.



“I never lied to myself, Draco.” he whispered softly. “But I thought that maybe I forced you into something that you never wanted.”



Draco let out a mellow laugh. “Something I never wanted? You’re making it sound as if it were the other way around.”



“The other way around what?” Harry asked, a slight temper rising up in his voice. “If you’d told me that you never really wanted what we had, then I wouldn’t have to feel like a piece of trash!”



“Fucking bullshit. I had a god damn good reason to break up with you. And you fucking know that!&#




“What the hell? Yeah, you had a good reason! But only for yourself! Do you know how much I trusted you? How much I let out to you? You know my secrets! My fears! And all along you were just trying to get exactly that, and JUST that!”



Draco was now standing on his feet, his hands balled up into fists and his pale cheeks tinged with pink.



“How fucking dare you say that. After all the shit you did, you think you can act like you’re still the high-and-mighty of everything.”



Harry’s eyes erupted with angry fire. “I did nothing! Unlike you! You had to go around and use me as an excuse! See? You’re still blaming me for every bloody thing you did wrong!”



“And what exactly did I do wrong? Pray tell me Oh-Great-One!” Draco snarled. “Why don’t you enlighten me?”



“You know fucking well! I bet he’s even here right now! Listening on the other side of the door!”



Draco’s head swung around and he stared at the door. Who was supposed to be there? What was Harry talking about?



Harry took a deep breath and began shouting very loudly. “I hope you hear this Zabini! Because I’m no threat to you boyfriend anymore! I fucking hate his guts!”



With a furious and incredulous expression, Draco clamped his hand on Harry’s mouth and slapped him across the face.



“Have you gone insane? Why the hell are you screaming? You’ll wake the whole school up! And fucking Blaise is NOT my boyfriend!”



Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh so you’re telling me that you broke up with me for no reason whatsoever?”



“I broke up with you because you were fucking cheating on me asshole!” Draco screamed. “You’re just a cheating bitch of a scum that thinks he can get away withrythrything just because he’s everyone’s wonder boy!”



“I wasn’t cheating on you! I told you that! But no. You’re a stubborn blonde prick and you have to jump to conclusions! How convenient!”



“Stop biting my ass Potter! I was never good enough for you anyways! You wanted someone stronger. Someone more thickskulled. And what do you know? The se we we break up, along comes your dear beloved Quidditch Captain! Tell me, who has it convenient?”



“Shut up! What you did to me is easily a thousand times worse! I only kissed Cho once because she needed to be comforted about her break up with Ron, and you. YOU were busy cozying up with your fucking team captain!”



Draco’s eyebrows shot into his hair and he let out a derisive snort. “And what makes you think that I had anything to do with Blaise?”



“And what makes you think I had anything to do with Cho?” Harry spat.



They were standing nose to nose, giving each other the iciest looks they could muster, but Harry, suddenly feeling very conscious, gave a startled jump backwards and crossed his arms nervously.



After a few seconds, he cleared his throat and cast a fleeting look at Draco. “So you weren’t-”



“No!”



“You never-”



“I told you fucking a hundred times already! N-O!”



“But-” A look of deep confusion spread across Harry’s face.



“And you were never with Chang?”



“Never.”



Suddenly, Draco shook his head and began laughing. Not chuckling, but right-out insanely laughing.



Harry felt uneasy. After all, how many people have ever witnessed Draco Malfoy go insane with laughter? It was the last thing he’d expected.



“I don’t find this situation very amusing.” Harry managed finally.



Draco raised his head and gazed at Harry thouullyully. “You’re such a brainless git, Harry.”



“Am I supposed to be getting something out of that? Why the hell are you so cheery all the sudden?”



“I’m not cheery at all Harry, I’m really not. Quite the contrary, I’m furious.” he replied, still smiling. “We were fucking tricked.”



“Tricked? By what? By who?” And then the answer came to Harry. His eyes widened in shock and he stared at Draco. “S-so all of that..... all of that was-”



“A nice little trap.” Draco’s smile suddenly turned into a grimace. “I’ll bet my whole Gringotts’ account that they were working together on this.”



“Seamus and Zabini? Work together? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”



“How otherwise, would it end up so perfectly for the both of them? And I bet Chang was a part of their plan too.”



“Cho said that Ron tried to rape her, but Ron said that Cho was lying....” he said slowly, realization washing over him. “So Cho was only using Ron to-”



“Exactly.” Draco cut in. “See why it’s hilarious? I could just go into Blaise’s room right now and finish him off.”



A smile twitched at Harry’s lips. All of the sudden, everything seemed so ludicrous. He felt like laughing at his own stupidness and everything else.



The two met eyes and at the same moment, both burst out laughing.



Draco didn’t even know why he was letting his mask fall so shamelessly. It was like someone had put a tickling charm on him. He gripped his ribs pullyully and stumbled over his own feet.



He lunged forward and fell onto the bed.



With Harry underneath him.



They were still gasping from the lack of air, and the pain in their ribs and it took a while for them to register how oddly positioned they were.



Their fronts were pressed together and their legs were tangled amok. Draelt elt his heart beating madly at the fact that their faces were so dangerously close.



He saw in Harry’s vivid green eyes, a hundred different emotions swimming and swirling and he felt that he could drown amongst them, and forget his own emotions forever.



Harry was looking into Draco’s eyes the same way. Without words, all in silence, they could read each other and comprehend each other.



Draco gripped Harry’s shirt more tightly and he slowly lowered his head closer to Harry’s. He hardly knew what he was doing but he didn’t care.



The first touch of their lips was so hesitant and so slight, that it was more like a faint blow of air against their skin. They were frightened of the old fervor that might rekindle itself inside once more.



Draco pressed his lips gently against Harry’s again, and Harry kissed back. It was full of insecure sentiment and of yearning at the same time.



So long ago, it seemed, that Draco had last tasted the warmth of the raven haired boy against his own body, and it sent shivers up and down his spine. It had been so long, that he felt vulnerable and tentative.



He tried to touch Harry’s face but suddenly, Harry began shaking. He opened his eyes was startled to see a terrified expression on his face.



“I-I’m sorry, Harry.” he muttered softly. “I didn’t mean to-” he got up and off of Harry. Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around himself as if to protect himself.



“It-it’s not that, Draco.” Harry said in a whisper. “I just-”



Draco sat down next to Harry and caressed his shaking hand.



“It’s just that... I’m... scared” Harry pulled his knees up closer to his chest.



“It’s okay Harry. It’s okay that you don’t want to do this. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”



“No- it’s not that...”



Draco turned Harry’s face toward his own. He immediately understood what Harry was afraid of telling him.



“Did Finnigan hurt you Harry?” he asked urgently.



Harry didn’t reply, but it was enough to confirm to Draco that he’d been right.



“Fucking bastard!” he swore out loud. “Have you told anyone?”



Harry shook his head.



“Then I’ll-”



But he was silenced by Harry’s finger against his lips.



“I’m okay, Draco.... Please don’t tell anyone....”



“But-”



“Please, Draco.”



“Are you sure....?”



“Yes.”



Harry leaned forward and kissed the blonde once again. They sunk backwards again onto the bed, this time, with Harry on top.



“You don’t have to, you know.” Draco whispered.



Harry smiled. “I can, as long as you don’t mind being the girl.”



Draco pretended to be disappointed and rolled his eyes. “All right. Fine.”



Harry ran his fingers gently down the side of Draco’s face.



“I missed you so much.”



“It’s nothing compared to how much I fucking missed you.”



“I love you, Draco.”



“I love you too.”



They became completely lost in each other’s sensual touches and passionate kisses. And both decided to let go of the past forever more forgive and forget whatever had happened between them.



It was time to pick up the threads of where they had left off, once and for all.