ORIGINAL: The Amour

Dislcaimer: All characters and setting belong to JK. Rowling. No money is being made of this story.


[Chapter Fourteen]

The next morning, Harry awoke to a sight and smell completely unfamiliar to him. It took a while for him to realize that he was, indeed, not in the Gryffindor dormitories but in a Slytherin bed.
He suddenly sat up upon grasping this.

“Malfoy.”

He looked around, this way and that, but the room was empty. A fire was flickering in the hearth and Harry felt it’s warmth licking at his naked skin.

Last night had been... He couldn’t even find words to describe the euphoric feeling of being held and caressed tenderly in Draco’s arms.

For a second, a habitual panic ran through his mind.

What if Drhad had left him again?

What if it was all a lie?
But then, the hysteria subsided when he told himself firmly that he was in Draco’s bedroom. Meaning that Draco would have to return sooner of later.

Apart from that though, he had another worry. How the heck was he supposed to get out of the bedroom, into the Slytherin common room, and to his classes without getting noticed? There were still too many dangers, to reveal to people their relationship.

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The glowing green hands on the mantel piece clock read seven thirty.

Somebody should be awake by now...

Without turning any lights on, he quietly snuck out from the bed and tiptoed to his closet containing his school robes. He fumbled with the buttons and struggled to stay upright while getting his trousers on.

When he was finally dressed, he went back over to the bed and placed
a soft kiss on the sleeping boy’s lips.

“I’m going to set things right, Harry.” he whispered and he left the room swiftly.

“God, it’s fucking cold!” he hissed as the icy air seeped through his clothing once he was outside of the Slytherin Dungeons. Tucking his arms around his body, he continued down the sunless Potions corridor and up the flight of stairs that led to the rest of the school.

The upper levels were considerably warmehichhich made him a bit angry about the fact that the Slytherins had to endure deadly winters every year, unlike the other three houses.

Trying to not to get too upset, he ascended the not-so-familiar moving stairs on the east side of the school.

As he climbed higher and higher (jumping with bated breath over sudden gaps and missing steps) he began to realize that he had absolutely no clue where the entrance to Gryffindor Tower was. He knew that it was behind a portrait, but the walls all around him were covered with hundreds and hundreds of them.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” he groaned irritably. Now what was he supposed to do? Go around asking each of the portraits if they were the right ones?

“Hi. I’m here on my boyfriend’s behalf. Oh and I need to get his clothing too.”

He snorted at the very idea.

Suddenly, as if the heavens had decided to feel sorry for him, a portrait to his left swung open widely and a girl came walking out, arms laden with books.

The girl started for the stairs and he called out desperately, “Wait!”

The girl turned around with an alarmed expression on her face.

Draco coughed and cleared his throat. That didn’t sound like him at all. Yuck. He crossed his arms, readjusted his face cooly, and strutted over to her.

He frowned at the sight of one of the notebooks she was hugging in her arms. Pictures of Harry in his Quidditch robes were plastered on every inch of it.

Shifting his gaze to her face again, he pursed his lips in a rather colder fashion.

“Get Granger for me, will you?”

The girl bit her lip and tried to edge away from him.

“I- I know who you are. You-you’re a Malfoy.” she squeaked nervously. “Y-you’re a Slytherin. You can’t be here.R>
Draco loomed over her threateningly, jabbing his finger violently at the shiny badge pinned to his chest.

“Prefect matters. And I’ll dock fifty points from Gryffindor if you don’t do what I said.”

Stumbling over her feet, the girl scampered back to the portrait and disappeared inside.

He waited impatiently as the minutes rolled by.

“Get the fuck out here Granger.” he muttered under his breath.

At that moment, the portrait swung open again and a furious looking Hermione Granger came storming out.


Followed by Ron Weasley.

Draco clenched his fists. I didn’t invite YOU Weasel! he thought, fuming.

“What the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing here Malfoy?” Ron spat, fingering his wand menacingly.

“And how dare you threaten a girl?” Hermione’s eyes flashed.

“Well, otherwise the stupid brat wouldn’t have fetch you, Granger for me.” Draco replied, putting an emphasis on ‘you’ and glaring at Ron pointedly.

Ron gave a disbelieving snort. “Like I’d let you see Mione alone.”

“So if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with her. Alone.” Draco said ignoring Ron’s retort.

Ron looked at hermione pleadingly and Hermione crossed her arms.

If you’ve got something to say to me, Ron’ll hear it as well.”

Ron shot Draco a triumphant look and crossed his arms too.

“Out with it.” he snapped. “Have you come to sink your foul nose into Gryffindor’s Quidditch plans? Are you here to throw some stale insults at us? Cuz if you are, you’re wasting your ti-”

“Shush, Ron.” Hermione hissed urgently, noticing the uncomfortable look on Draco’s face.

Ron looked incredulously at her. “Wha-”

“Malfoy, what’s going on? Is something wrong?”

Draco looked hesitantly at the two in front of him.

“It’s about Harry.” he said carefully.

Ron’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Harry?” he repeated in disgust. “Since when is he Harry?”

“Shut up Ron!” Ron fell silent. Hermione’s expression was no longer icy, but full of concern.

“What is it? Do you know where he is?”

Draco nodded silently.

“What? You didn’t fucking do anything to him, did you?” Ron roared, stepping closer to him.

An indignant scowl flickered across Draco’s face. “Watch what you say Weasel. Or you’ll regret it.”

“Malfoy, just tell us now where Harry is.” Hermione said urgently. “Is he okay? What happened?”

Draco peered at Hermione’s face apprehensively. “Are you sure you want Weasel to here this? Cuz I won’t give fucking damn if he faints from shock.”

Hermione bit her lip. She looked at Draco, then at Ron, and then back at Draco.

“Mione, I have a right to know about Harry too! I mean, I’m his best friend for crying out loud!”

“Yeah well maybe he might not want you to know for a reason!” Draco snapped.

“Malfoy...” Hermione said softly. “Ron will understand. Whatever it is. Come on, lets go somewhere else.”

She motioned for the two to follow her as she went up another flight of stairs and into an empty classroom.

She shut the door behind them and turned on a small lamp.

Draco and Hermione stared at each other for a while, each trying to read what the other was thinking.

Ron coughed loudly. “Er- Why do I have this feeling that you guys know something I don’t?”

With a calculating frown, Draco looked at him. “You know about Harry and Seamus, don’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Doesn’t everyone now?”

“Well then, so you know Harry’s sexual preference right?”

“Erm- I guess... and could you quit calling him Harry
Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I can call him whatever the fuck I want Weasel.”

“Oh-ho! And why is that?” Ron said loudly.

“Because-”

“WAIT!”

The two boys jumped and glanced at Hermione who had her hand up in front of her.

“Um, Ron? Like Malfoy said, don’t get angry or faint or anything okay?” she said tentatively.

Ron glared at her. “What? Do you think I am, a sissy?” he turned back to Draco. “Fucking spit it out! Whatever you were gonna say! Come on!”

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked grimly. “Harry and I, are together.”

Ron furrowed his brow. “Together in what?”

“Together. As in. T-o-g-e-t-h-e-r.”

“Like.... together, together?”

“Yes, like together, together.”

“Holy shite!” Ron bellowed, his face flushing red. “What the hell? You....and him...... Oh bloody god.... You’re not serious??”

“Of course I’m fucking serious.”

“Ron? Remember, you said you wouldn’t get upset...” Hermione said
warningly.

“Upset, my arse! Okay, so I found out that Harry was attracted to guys. Fine. But him? Ferret boy? The nasty scum prick who gave us hell for five bloody years? HELLO- HIM?”

Draco sneered. “I’m sorry that some unfortunate morons don’t know what beauty is.”

Ron looked disbelievingly at him. He seemed to be rendered speechless.

The room became harshly silent as the three just stood there.

“.... Since.... when?” Ron finally managed weakly.

“It’s a long story.” Draco sighed, lowering himself into a desk chair. “Really long.”

“I think I’d like to know too.” Hermione spoke up. “I think I’d like to know what happened between you and Harry.”

“What do you mean, ‘what happened’?” Ron said. “You’re not telling me there’s a history to this crap?”

She ignored Ron and went on. “Harry never told me why you guys broke up-”

“Broke up? When?”

“RON!”

“Sorry.”

“He did tell me once that he was going out with you but after it ended, he never spoke a word of it to me again. He wouldn’t even tell about his relationship with Seamus.”

Draco snorted. “Finnigan can go to hell. It was the fag’s fault that we broke up in the first place.”

“How?”

“He and Blaise worked their ass’ together to trick us into thinking the other was cheating on him. I saw him kissing Chang-”

Ron’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and his mouth dropped open. “He did what?”

“Don’t lose your dick over nothing Weasel. Chang was in on the plan too. You’re thick if you think she was going out with you because she really liked you.”

A scarlet tinge appeared over Ron’s face and he closed his mouth.

“-And Seamus apparently told Harry that I was dumping him for
Blaise. So in the end, it worked out nicely for them. We did break up.”

“So you went with Blaise, did you?” Ron said coldly.

Draco rolled his eyes. “No dimwit, I didn’t. But Harry was too naive for his own good. Seamus lured him into his own trap.”

Hermione frowned, looking perplexed. “But Seamus doesn’t seem like the type of guy to do something like that.”

“Doesn’t seem the type, does he? Well, that’s not all he did. He’s a fucking ass that I’m going to kill before the day ends.” A murderous flame erupted in Draco’s icy eyes. The two Gryffindors stepped back from him involuntarily.

Ron made a gurgling noise in his throat. “Er- but they looked so.... er touchy and happy together.”

Draco threw his hands up into the air and rounded on him. “You don’t get it do you? Bloody Finnigan ing ing hurt Harry! Last night, if I hadn’t found them in the corridors, who knows what Finnigan could have done to him? He fucking hurt Harry!”

“H-he did?” Hermione blanched. She looked horrified. “How d-do you know?”

“Harry told me. He’s sleeping in the Slytherin Dungeons right now. He begged me to not mention it to anyone but I’d rather drink poison then see Finnigan walking around the school like he fucking did nothing.”

“God.... I had no idea....” Ron whispered regretfully. “If I knew.... I’d ‘ve kicked his ass...”

“We should report this to someone immediately.” said Hermione gravely. “We need to tell someone...”

“Right. And you guys are the ones that need to do that.” Draco said, cutting in. “Tell the eccentric Headmaster. He seems to love Harry to death. I would have already gone to tell him if I weren’t known throughout the school as a Gryffindor hater.”

Ron blinked. “Us? But- Seamus... he’s our friend...”

Hermione looked as if she wanted to slap Ron across the face. “Ron! I thought you were ‘Harry’s best friend’! Just because he’s captain doesn’t mean that what he did to Harry can be forgiven!”

“Okay! Okay. I know. So um, yeah. We’ll go to Dumbledore.” he said feebly.

“Speaking of being his best friend. I think you should talk to him Ron.” Hermione snapped. “You haven’t been doing a lot of that lately if any and I think some good friendship is exactly what he needs right now.”

Ron nodded. “Yeah... I reckon I should... I still can’t believe that-” he looked up at Draco. “Is he that bad?”

Draco looked incredulously at Ron. “Is he that bad? Of course he’s that bad! Even worse! Who wouldn’t be after being raped by a fucking scumbag?”

Ron flinched but hastily covered it up. “Th-then do you think you can tell him to meet me so we can talk?”

“When?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Ron! You are not missing classes-”

“Hermione. Do you honestly think Harry’ll want to go to class today? I mean, think about it. He’d have to face Seamus!”

“Yes but-” Hermione huffed in a defeated tone. “Oh all right.”

“Tell him I’ll meet him down by the pitch whenever he’s ready.” Ron said to Draco who just inclined his head in acknowledgement stiffly.

“And when you see him Weasel, do not say a word to him about our conversation. Oh and bring me a pair of clean clothes and his invisibility cloak for Harry will you?”

Ron just raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “All right. Wait here then, Malfoy.” He beckoned for Hermione to come with him and the two left the classroom quickly.

After they were gone, Draco smiled grimly to himself.

Harry would be safe now. Harry would be happy.

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