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Chapter Fourteen - The Confrontation
A/N: Sorry for how long it took. I will try to hurry up with the next one! And now I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year!
Love, Ymee
Chapter Fourteen – The Confrontation
After that night, Harry did not think his life could get any better. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Not only had he lost his virginity to the one he loved, they had also decided not to care so much what others knew. So what if they saw him and Draco getting along? Of course, they could not even consider being romantic in any way. Who knew what Snape would do if he found out. But that part had also gotten easier. Harry could not believe he had not thought of the room of requirement before. Now they could meet comfortably without worrying about anyone barging in. But outside of the room, they now walked through the hallways together, and they sat next to each other in class (except for potions, no need to tempt faith). They turned many heads around, talking and laughing as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
To Harry it was a little bit difficult not to get to kiss Draco whenever he wanted, but they met in the room of requirement often enough, so Harry felt he could not complain. It was most difficult in the beginning. Three out of four times they tried doing anything sexual, Draco got that look Harry hated so much and he could not continue. But it got better and better, and as much as Harry loved having sex with Draco, it did not beat the fact that Draco actually looked happy. It meant so much to him that he did not even comment on the new scars that appeared from time to time. The first time he had mentioned it, Draco had gotten furious with him. He had told him he had not done it himself and that he did not want to talk about it. The day after, Harry had not seen him at all, and he did not bring it up again. He knew there were things in this relationship he just had to accept, not matter how much it hurt him.
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And the weeks went by. Both of them were rather surprised they got a lot less attention than they thought they would. It even took Ron and Hermione a little more than two weeks to turn their heads around. Maybe they had suspected something when he talked so much about Draco. But Harry still found it a bit strange they did not talk to him about it. After all, he was socialising with the boy who had made their lives miserable ever since the beginning of Hogwarts. At least Ron should be furious about it. But, as they would prove, they were just a little slow to take action. It took them a whole month to finally come out of their one-on-one universe to actually talk to him, face-to-face. They pulled Harry aside, looking grim enough for Harry to suspect what the reason for this confrontation was. But he was not going to make this easy for them.
“What?”
“Harry…” Hermione sounded as though someone had died.
“What?“
“Harry, we are worried about you.” Whatever it was, Harry was not expecting that. Furious, sure. But worried? Did they not think he could take care of himself?
“Worried? Why would you worry about me?”
“Well… You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Malfoy. It’s just not like you.”
“Yeah, Harry, he’s a complete idiot.”
“Was. He was a complete idiot, yes. He’s not anymore though. We get along really well. He’s actually rather nice once you get to know him.”
“But Harry–”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. You’re too busy with each other to notice anything going on around you. You can’t blame me for finding friendship elsewhere.”
“Friendship?” Ron sounded absolutely revolted by the idea.
“Yes, Ron, we’re friends. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.” And with that Harry left them, not caring about their stuttering objections.
Arguing with his friends made Harry really annoyed, and he went out to take a walk. He found Draco out by the lake, and they started walking side by side.
“So what happened?”
They had both wondered how long it would take for Ron and Hermione to ask questions.
“Apparently they’re worried about me.”
“Worried? I thought they’d be annoyed. Or maybe jealous.”
“I don’t know. They don’t think it’s like me to spend time with you, I guess.”
“Well, screw them.”
“Yeah..”
And with that they walked in silence, both lost in their own train of thoughts. But, before they headed back to the castle, Harry stopped, putting a hand on Draco’s arm.
“Draco, I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
“Well… about people, how they will react to this… us.”
“Why would you care so much what others think?”
“Well, because I want them to like you. And what about your parents?”
“I don’t care what they think, why should you?”
Harry looked away. He did not know if he really wanted to have this conversation. Sometimes it was so hard to talk to Draco.
“Listen, Harry. We’ll figure it out. Once school’s out, we can do whatever we want. I’ll be nice to your friends. We’ll tell my parents. We have our whole lives to make this work. Can’t we wait until after school?”
He looked so begging, Harry could not help laughing. Sometimes Draco was such a little puppy.
“Of course, love.”
That settled for a moment, Harry leaned in to kiss Draco. Rather quickly, the kiss grew deeper and hotter. And without either of them knowing exactly how they had actually gotten there, they were suddenly in the room of requirement. There they spent an amazing hour not caring about anyone besides each other.
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After they had both come twice, they laid in bed together. Harry was tracing Draco’s scars with his index finger thoughtfully.
“Why did you do this to yourself?”’
“Harry–”
“No, no ‘Harry’. Please, I really want to know.”
Draco sighed, not really feeling up to it. “You’re really inquiring today, have you noticed?”
“Draco…”
“Listen, I don’t know what else to tell you. You know already. And I’m tired. Can’t we just snuggle?”
“No. I don’t know. I know the reason, but I don’t know why. I know you did something because of him, but why… you know… hurt yourself? How does it help?”
“I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s something I control, you know? When the pain is bigger than anything else, it just… it makes me feel free. I don’t really know what else to say. It doesn’t work anymore though.”
In moments like this, the pain in Draco’s eyes was so evident Harry wanted nothing more than to kill Snape. Make him pay for what he had done to Draco. But Harry could not do that. Not yet. He would, someday. He had promised himself that Snape would pay dearly for this. When school had ended and Draco was safe, he would go after him. Right now, all he could do was try to kiss it better. And so he did just that. He kissed every scar he could find on Draco’s body, trying to erase the pain they represented.
When they exited the room of requirement half an hour later, Draco could not keep himself from pushing Harry against the wall and kissing him thoroughly. Of course it was a risk, but Harry’s lips looked too tempting – all wet and swollen, craving to be kissed. But it was a risk he should not have taken. They both turned around as they heard a gasp, but it was too late. They caught a glimpse of a small boy before he was gone, probably running away to tell all his friends. Draco bit his lips.
“Oh, shit.”
”Is it so bad that it comes out? I love you. I don’t care if anyone knows.”
Draco did not answer that. Of course he loved Harry too. But that had been a student in Slytherin. He desperately hoped Snape would not find out.
A/N:
Queen of the Darkness: Really huge! So much trust he has in Harry. And thank you very much, sorry you had to wait for so long!
mrequecky: Aaw, thank you!
LexieMalfoy: You don't have to worry about that. I don't particularly like mpreg. So no one will be pregnant. Throwing up only came from him eating so much all of a sudden. :)
thrnbrooke: It sounds like him indeed. But who knows? And someone might have to tell Narcissa. So that she will kill him!
Love, Ymee
After that night, Harry did not think his life could get any better. He felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Not only had he lost his virginity to the one he loved, they had also decided not to care so much what others knew. So what if they saw him and Draco getting along? Of course, they could not even consider being romantic in any way. Who knew what Snape would do if he found out. But that part had also gotten easier. Harry could not believe he had not thought of the room of requirement before. Now they could meet comfortably without worrying about anyone barging in. But outside of the room, they now walked through the hallways together, and they sat next to each other in class (except for potions, no need to tempt faith). They turned many heads around, talking and laughing as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
To Harry it was a little bit difficult not to get to kiss Draco whenever he wanted, but they met in the room of requirement often enough, so Harry felt he could not complain. It was most difficult in the beginning. Three out of four times they tried doing anything sexual, Draco got that look Harry hated so much and he could not continue. But it got better and better, and as much as Harry loved having sex with Draco, it did not beat the fact that Draco actually looked happy. It meant so much to him that he did not even comment on the new scars that appeared from time to time. The first time he had mentioned it, Draco had gotten furious with him. He had told him he had not done it himself and that he did not want to talk about it. The day after, Harry had not seen him at all, and he did not bring it up again. He knew there were things in this relationship he just had to accept, not matter how much it hurt him.
And the weeks went by. Both of them were rather surprised they got a lot less attention than they thought they would. It even took Ron and Hermione a little more than two weeks to turn their heads around. Maybe they had suspected something when he talked so much about Draco. But Harry still found it a bit strange they did not talk to him about it. After all, he was socialising with the boy who had made their lives miserable ever since the beginning of Hogwarts. At least Ron should be furious about it. But, as they would prove, they were just a little slow to take action. It took them a whole month to finally come out of their one-on-one universe to actually talk to him, face-to-face. They pulled Harry aside, looking grim enough for Harry to suspect what the reason for this confrontation was. But he was not going to make this easy for them.
“What?”
“Harry…” Hermione sounded as though someone had died.
“What?“
“Harry, we are worried about you.” Whatever it was, Harry was not expecting that. Furious, sure. But worried? Did they not think he could take care of himself?
“Worried? Why would you worry about me?”
“Well… You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Malfoy. It’s just not like you.”
“Yeah, Harry, he’s a complete idiot.”
“Was. He was a complete idiot, yes. He’s not anymore though. We get along really well. He’s actually rather nice once you get to know him.”
“But Harry–”
“No, I don’t want to hear it. You’re too busy with each other to notice anything going on around you. You can’t blame me for finding friendship elsewhere.”
“Friendship?” Ron sounded absolutely revolted by the idea.
“Yes, Ron, we’re friends. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.” And with that Harry left them, not caring about their stuttering objections.
Arguing with his friends made Harry really annoyed, and he went out to take a walk. He found Draco out by the lake, and they started walking side by side.
“So what happened?”
They had both wondered how long it would take for Ron and Hermione to ask questions.
“Apparently they’re worried about me.”
“Worried? I thought they’d be annoyed. Or maybe jealous.”
“I don’t know. They don’t think it’s like me to spend time with you, I guess.”
“Well, screw them.”
“Yeah..”
And with that they walked in silence, both lost in their own train of thoughts. But, before they headed back to the castle, Harry stopped, putting a hand on Draco’s arm.
“Draco, I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
“Well… about people, how they will react to this… us.”
“Why would you care so much what others think?”
“Well, because I want them to like you. And what about your parents?”
“I don’t care what they think, why should you?”
Harry looked away. He did not know if he really wanted to have this conversation. Sometimes it was so hard to talk to Draco.
“Listen, Harry. We’ll figure it out. Once school’s out, we can do whatever we want. I’ll be nice to your friends. We’ll tell my parents. We have our whole lives to make this work. Can’t we wait until after school?”
He looked so begging, Harry could not help laughing. Sometimes Draco was such a little puppy.
“Of course, love.”
That settled for a moment, Harry leaned in to kiss Draco. Rather quickly, the kiss grew deeper and hotter. And without either of them knowing exactly how they had actually gotten there, they were suddenly in the room of requirement. There they spent an amazing hour not caring about anyone besides each other.
After they had both come twice, they laid in bed together. Harry was tracing Draco’s scars with his index finger thoughtfully.
“Why did you do this to yourself?”’
“Harry–”
“No, no ‘Harry’. Please, I really want to know.”
Draco sighed, not really feeling up to it. “You’re really inquiring today, have you noticed?”
“Draco…”
“Listen, I don’t know what else to tell you. You know already. And I’m tired. Can’t we just snuggle?”
“No. I don’t know. I know the reason, but I don’t know why. I know you did something because of him, but why… you know… hurt yourself? How does it help?”
“I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s something I control, you know? When the pain is bigger than anything else, it just… it makes me feel free. I don’t really know what else to say. It doesn’t work anymore though.”
In moments like this, the pain in Draco’s eyes was so evident Harry wanted nothing more than to kill Snape. Make him pay for what he had done to Draco. But Harry could not do that. Not yet. He would, someday. He had promised himself that Snape would pay dearly for this. When school had ended and Draco was safe, he would go after him. Right now, all he could do was try to kiss it better. And so he did just that. He kissed every scar he could find on Draco’s body, trying to erase the pain they represented.
When they exited the room of requirement half an hour later, Draco could not keep himself from pushing Harry against the wall and kissing him thoroughly. Of course it was a risk, but Harry’s lips looked too tempting – all wet and swollen, craving to be kissed. But it was a risk he should not have taken. They both turned around as they heard a gasp, but it was too late. They caught a glimpse of a small boy before he was gone, probably running away to tell all his friends. Draco bit his lips.
“Oh, shit.”
”Is it so bad that it comes out? I love you. I don’t care if anyone knows.”
Draco did not answer that. Of course he loved Harry too. But that had been a student in Slytherin. He desperately hoped Snape would not find out.
A/N:
Queen of the Darkness: Really huge! So much trust he has in Harry. And thank you very much, sorry you had to wait for so long!
mrequecky: Aaw, thank you!
LexieMalfoy: You don't have to worry about that. I don't particularly like mpreg. So no one will be pregnant. Throwing up only came from him eating so much all of a sudden. :)
thrnbrooke: It sounds like him indeed. But who knows? And someone might have to tell Narcissa. So that she will kill him!