ORIGINAL: The Amour

DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to JK. Rowling.

[A/N] Hey my lovely and wonderful readers! Sorry if you checked here and this chapter was gone. I deleted the old one and decided to rewrite the last few pages. It’s better this way cuz then you understand what’s happening better. Anyways, I hope you like it! Please review!

[Chapter Sixteen] A Hidden Room and A Secret

Draco couldn’t help but smirk complacently at the magical door that his mind had managed to summon forward. He glanced at Harry, who’s eyebrows were unevenly leveled in confusion, and nodded toward the entrance.

He grabbed hold of the ancient brass knob with anticipating fingers and pushed it open.

Despite the fact that he had an idea of what the room would look like, his mouth dropped open at the sight within the walls.

It was a rather cozy room, not too large, not too small. Very little furniture, but nonetheless sumptuous and breathtaking.

A blazing fireplace, which reached from floor to ceiling, lit the room with an alluring glow. Flickering shadows were cast long over the deep maroon carpet, and a single plush and ornate couch was sitting innocently
before the flames.

Between the hearth and the couch, a low glass table stood, playing host to a large array of exotic fruits and drinks. And all around the table, and atop the puffy sofa cushions, blood red roses and loose petals were scattered.

The reason Draco was so surprised was because all he had wished for in his head out in the corridor was, ‘I need a room where me and Harry can have a romantic lunch’.

This was certainly romantic.

Pulling himself together and trying to look as if he’d planned it all to be this way he took Harry’s limp hand and led him over to the couch. He placed the croissants on the table and then gently pushed Harry down so that he was now sitting among the rose petals.

Harry’s eyes were dazed and his mouth was open too. He was studying the room with a look of awe on his face.

“Draco..... this is...... amazing.”

Draco smiled and reached out to tuck a loose strand of jet black hair behind Harry’s ear.

“I know. Isn’t it?”

Harry turned his head to look at Draco and he smiled back.

“But why? Why all of this?”

“Do we need a reason?” Draco asked sweetly.

“No, I guess not. It’s just that, I feel like a spoiled brat.... I mean, you’re doing all this stuff for me when I haven’t done anything to deserve any of it...”

“Well then, you could make it up to me now. Cuz you’re right, you do owe a heck of a lot to me.”

A blush tinged Harry’s cheeks and his smiled widened.

“I guess I could do that. What do you want me to do, Drake?”

Inside, Draco was nearly giggling with delight but he didn’t want to let Harry see that. So instead, he suddenly dropped his sexy attitude and pointed to the food.

“Let’s eat, I’m hungry.”

For a second, Harry looked taken aback, but then he nodded.

“Sure, I’m starving too.” He picked up one of the fluffy croissants and tore it apart into halves. It was so light that it practically melted in Harry’s mouth.

He had no idea that what Draco had in mind was definitely not just a chaste little eat-out and neither did he see the mischievous gleam in the blonde’s eyes as he let his eyes roam over the colorful dainties in front of him.

With a smirk, Draco plucked a rich plump strawberry from among the tangle of fruits. He carefully dipped it into a bowl full to the brim with melted chocolate and slowly, very slowly brought it to his lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Harry had stopped his chewing and was watching him curiously.

Perfect.

He let his lips part ever so slightly and began licking the tangy sweetness deliberately. He leaned his back into the arm of the couch and closed his eyes, snaking his tongue around the red fruit over and over again.

Enjoying the sense of seductive dominance he felt over Harry and the strawberry, he closed his lips around it and sucked deliciously on the tip. He could feel Harry tense up even though they were sitting a few feet apart and decided to tease Harry even more. He bared his pearly white and perfectly aligned teeth and bit into the succulent delicacy, and a little stream of pink juice trickled down the side of his mouth. He licked his lips in contentment.

He felt Harry squirm this time and he grinned inwardly. was wasn’t over yet. Not nearly close to being over yet at all.

He finished the first strawberry and picked another one, just as red and chubby as the first and dipped it into the chocolate again.

He brought it to his mouth and repeated the agonizingly slow process with just as much passion as before. Maybe even more.

The prospect of being able to turn Harry on without even touching him was delightful, and he wanted to drive Harry insane with it. He continued to play around with his strawberry until he let a purposeful moan escape his own lips. He lifted his eyelids heavily and saw that Harry was staring at him, his mouth hanging open and his eyes entranced at the sight before him.

A smile flickered across Draco’s face discreetly when he noticed a bulge in Harry’s slacks. Perhaps he’d tortured Harry enough. Harry was looking weak and desperate with hunger. But not for food. His half eaten croissant had fallen to the floor completely unnoticed.

Draco consumed the second strawberry as well and then took a third one and covered it in chocolate just like the first two, but this time, he didn’t bring it to his lips.

He stood up from his end of the couch and then sat himself onto Harry’s lap, his own eyes boring into the crazy and confused green ones before him.

He leaned forward until their mouths were only an inch apart. Harry’s breathing was getting short and ragged at the tension and heat between them. And just as their lips were about to touch, in one smooth movement, he raised his occupied hand to his own lips and bit into the fruit in his fingers.

Harry’s eyes widened in shock and then they narrowed, but before Harry could push him off of his legs, Draco bit into the green stem of the strawberry and pressed the edible part to Harry’s mouth.

Harry obligingly ate it, while his eyes never left Draco’s. They were questioning and calculating, wondering what Draco was trying to do.

Soon, the fruit was wholly consumed and no longer was there a barrier between their mouths. Draco brushed his wet lips against Harry’s and licked the smeared chocolate from the flushed and full lips of the other boy suggestively.

Harry moaned and immediately began kissing back, his eyes fluttering close.

“Fuck Draco..... you’re such a devil, you know that?” he breathed into the kiss.

Draco replied by entwining their tongues together and devouring Harry’s mouth hungrily.

The two fell backwards onto the couch and Draco straddled Harry’s hips without hesitation. He caressed Harry’s chest with his hands and slipped them underneath the offending shirt, pulling it off in one swift movement.

He unbuttoned his own shirt and lowered his body onto Harry’s.

They both shivered at the naked contact of their warm skin.

At that moment, Harry took hold of Draco’s arms and flipped him over, so that he was suddenly on top.

Draco moaned and tangled his fingers into Harry’s messy mop of hair.

Harry was kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, knowing that all those were Draco’s sensitive spots. Draco inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.

Everything was so perfect, everything felt so perfect. Draco was quickly drowning in the sea of pleasure and he wanted it to last forever.

“Harry, I love you.” he whispered softly.

Harry pulled his lips away from Draco’s neck and smiled.

“I love you too Drake.”

They kissed again. It was a pure kiss overflowing with lust, passion, and desire. A desire of each other and a desire to never let each other go.

This, was true love.

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An hour later, Harry and Draco had left the Room of Requirement and were each going their separate ways to their next class.

Harry’s heart was soaring and still fluttering from the intimate experience that he’d just spent. His whole mind was devoted to thinking about the blonde Slytherin and all else was seemed vague and unimportant.

Just as he was about to enter Professor Binn’s classroom, Ron and Hermione came jogging up behind them, their breath short and their cheeks flushed.

Harry grinned at them. “So, did you two have fun?”

Ron and Hermione both furrowed their brows and looked at Harry oddly. Then they looked at each other, exchanging confused looks.

“Er- fun? What do you....” Ron trailed off.

“Harry, you don’t know why we were gone.... do you?” Hermione asked tentatively.

“Oh come on guys. It’s so obvious you guys were out somewhere snogging. I mean, look at your faces!” Harry said, laughing heartily. “I don’t see why you try to hide these things from me.”

Ron’s mouth dropped open and Hermione’s cheeks became still more scarlet. She opened her mouth to object but Ron coughed and (blushing even more furiously then Hermione), slipped his arm around her tiny waist and jerked her unceremoniously closer to him.

“Wha-!” she yelped but Ron’s voice outdid hers.

“Yeah! Er- that’s it, Harry! Uh, we were- snogging... up there...” his eyes shot upward and he nodded vigorously. “Yeah, snogging.”

Harry could tell that Ron was feeling uncomfortable about something but thought that it was just that he was highly embarrassed and shy about it. He didn’t press them any further but couldn’t help smiling nonetheless. Everyone was happy now. Harry was happy. Draco was happy. Ron was happy. Hermione was happy.....

The trio entered the History of Magic's class and for some reason, even when they sat down, Ron seemed to want to stay glued to Hermione’s side. He wouldn’t really look at her, his head was turned away and Hermione was doing all she could to make him look at her.

Her loud protests and snaps were drowned out from Harry’s mind with thoughts of Draco.

Draco and his playful smirk.

Draco and his genuine laughter.

Draco and his soft caresses.

Draco and his skillful and passionate m.
Draco and his.....

Harry flopped down into his chair and stared into the space in front of him dreamily.

But something outside the walls of his imagination, he sensed that something wasn’t quite the same.... something was missing....

He reluctantly withdrew himself from his daydreaming and tried to figure out what it was.

He looked around. There was nothing particularly different. No, everyone was already seated all around him. There was nothing odd about Binns, who was floating through the chalkboard and opening his History book with the same dull expressionless face that he wore every class.....

‘But wait.’ Harry thought pausing. That was when he realized that usually, he never saw Binns entering the classroom.... he never saw it because.....

His eyes flicked over to teat eat in front of him. There was no tall, sandy haired figure sitting their to block his view.

It was indeed empty.

Seamus was not there.

He scanned the class nervously and let out a sigh of relief to find that Seamus wasn’t anywhere in the room.

Where was he? He’d been in the Great Hall for lunch, and Seamus was not one to be late to classes.

Trying to hide his edginess, he forced himself to lean to Ron and Hermione who were busy giving each other bizarre looks.

“Where’s Seamus?” he said in what he hoped sounded like an unconcerned tone. After all, neither of his best friends knew about what had happened between him and Seamus.

He must have surprised the two lovebirds by his sudden questioning because Ron and Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice.

“S-Seamus?” Hermione squeaked faintly.

“Seamus?” Ron echoed.

Harry cleared his throat. “Er- yeah. I thought I saw him at lunch....”

“Dunno- uh probably just late or something.” Ron said, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

Hermione nodded in agreement, a little to vigorously. “Yes Harry. You know Seamus. Always caught up in his er- studies.”

“Right.” Harry replied and turned back to the front of the classroom. Binns had already began his monotone reading session. The old ghost hadn’t noticed the loud chatting coming from the trio. He never did.

Harry would have fallen asleep as usual, if the fact that Seamus might come bursting into the room at any second had not been bothering him. His eyes kept traveling over to the closed door and his body was tense, willing himself not to fly out of his seat if the door suddenly opened to reveal his nightmare.

But Seamus did not appear at all. Soon, the class was over and people were packing up their notes and quill. Harry knew something had to be up.

That’s when he recalled the unusual behavior of his friends ever since lunch. They knew something he didn’t, and were trying to hide it from him. Why? Because they knew that he and Seamus had broken up? But Ron and Hermione didn’t know the depth of the whole incident. They only thought that it had been a romantic fling and a soft breakup. They didn’t know anything else.... or did they?

Looking over to where Ron and Hermione were sitting, he was startled to see that their seats were already empty. His head shot up and he saw them trying to sneak out of the classroom unnoticed by him.

Grabbing his bag, he ran after them and snatched both of their sleeves fiercely. They yelped and almost fell over one another.

“What the hell is going on?” Harry snapped angrily. “You guys are trying to hide something from me!”

“N-no we’re not Harry.” Hermione said softly.

“Yes you are, and it’s about Seamus isn’t it?”

Ron’s eyes went wide. “Uh no. S-Seamus? Nope. Don’t know anything about him. Nothing whatsoever. Do we Hermione?”

Harry snorted and Hermione glared at him furiously.

“You couldn’t be more obvious Ron.” said Harry tightening his grip on the red head’s shirt. “You’re going to tell me what you’re hiding.”

Ron gulped and flashed an apologetic look at Hermione, who was biting her lip and looking everywhere else but at Harry.

Harry steered them to a section of the corridor where no one could here them and crossed his arms.

“You know about me and him, don’t you?” he accused. “What, did Draco tell you?”

The two didn’t reply for a few seconds. Ron looked as if he was waiting for Hermione’s permission to say anything.

Hermione finally willed herself to look up and she had tears shining in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Harry! But don’t get mad at Draco! It was right of him to tell us! We had no idea that Seamus was doing horrible things to you!” the tears welling in her eyes began streaming down uncontrollably.

Harry couldn’t believe it. Draco had told them. Draco had told them even though Harry had pleaded with to keep silent about it. He’d promised.... and now Ss was was going to murder him.....

He exhaled loudly through gritted teeth and kicked the stone wall. He didn’t even care that there was now a throbbing pain in his right toe.

“Fuck him! Fuck that blonde prick-”

“Harry! Please!” Hermione begged desperately. “Please understand! We wanted to help you! Draco wanted to help you too! He couldn’t keep silent about something so terrible Harry! He loves you-”

“If he loved me, he would shut his damn mouth like he promised!” Harry hissed, his hands and voice were shaking.

Ron stepped forward, a serious and determined look on his face. “Harry, matermiormione’s right. Malfoy’s right. You can’t just let these things be ignored. We did the right thing. You’re safe now.”

Harry’s paused. “What? What did you do?”

Hermione put her hand gently on Harry’s shoulder.

“Harry, like Ron said, you’re safe now. Seamus won’t do anything to you anymore.”

“W-why?”

“Look, mate. Seamus is in Dumbledore’s office right now. He er- well Dumbledore wants you to come too.” an uneasy frown crossed Ron’s face and he looked at Hermione.

Harry eyes widened in shock. “You went to- tobledbledore?”

Hermione nodded modestly, but looking defiant all the same. “Harry, we had to.”

“Ugh...” groaning in frustration, he buried his head in his hands and leaned against the wall. “No... this can’t be happening....”

Hermione’s eyes softened and she smiled at Harry encouragingly.

“Harry. Listen to us. I know this is hard for you but you’ve got to tell Dumbledore the truth. He’ll believe you Harry. You just can’t let Seamus get to you.”

“Can’t let Seamus get to me?” Harry burst out. He let out a laugh like a madman and turned on her. He didn’t care that there were tears glistening over his eyes. “Can’t let Seamus get to me? You have no idea.... NO idea....”

“We know Harry! That’s why you have to tell Dumbledore the truth! Are you going to let Seamus get away with everything he did to you?”

Harry didn’t reply. He just glared at Hermione, and then at Ron. He wanted to scream, to tell them how much he’d been hurt, how much pain he’d suffered. But it seemed useless and pointless. They were right.

The fury left his eyes and he lowered his gaze to his feet.

“I’m- I’m sorry guys.... I just-”

“It’s okay Harry. We know you’ve been hurt. But that’s why we wanted to help you. Because we’re your best friends.”

Harry nodded and smiled apologetically. He looked up and saw Hermione nudging Ron violently in the ribs.

“Oh yeah! And er- Malfoy. Yeah. He really erm- loves you Harry.” Harry raised his eyebrow at the red head and the red head sighed. “He really does Harry.”

“You should have seen his face the whole time he was telling us! He was so defensive about you and his eyes were all..... unMalfoy-ish all throughout the conversation....” Hene gne grinned and took Harry’s hand in hers. “It’ll be okay Harry.”

Harry ran a nervous hand through his disheveled hair.

“So... So I guess I’ll go up there now....” he cast an apprehensive look at the stone gargoyle at the other end of the hall.

“You can do it. Just be confident.”

“Thanks guys. See you later.”

And with that, he reluctantly turned around and began shuffling down the corridor.

He wanted to act as if he wasn’t as shaken and as flustered as he actually was. He wanted to be able to stride into the Headmaster’s office and give Seamus a cold sneer. But that was out of the question, for his hands were nearly dripping with cold sweat and his knees were about to give out any second. It was a wonder that he was even able to walk, let alone ascend the endless winding staircase behind the stone statue.

With each climbing step, he had to will his body to move. Half of his mind (the louder half) was pleading and wailing at him to go back. Seamus would surely be furious. He shuddered to think at what Seamus could do.

But then the other half of his mind was egging him on. Telling hi sta stand tall and to give Seamus the good kick in the ass that he deserved. Hermione’s resolute and smiling face floated into his mind, and he nodded inwardl him himself. Draco’s smug smirk appeared next, and he found himself saying loudly;

“They’re right. I’ll be okay. I can do this.”

Only too soon, he was standing on the topmost landing of the staircase, facing the ancient and intricately carved oak door that would open to his final fate.

With trembling hands, he reached out to grip the golden doorknob, but before he could do so, it abruptly swung forward and he stood bathed in the mellow light emitted from the numorous flickering lamps sitting along the walls.

It took a second for him to adjust to the sudden light.

The first sight he caught was of Dumbledore, sitting as usual at his large desk, his elbows placed lightly upon the wooden surface and his fingertips pressed together. He was looking at Harry through his half-moon spectacles with a very solemn expression.

The second thing he saw was Seamus. His gaze was fixed to the floor and his mouth was pursed into a very thin and white line. He didn’t even look up when the door to the office opened.

“Harry. You’re here.” Dumbledore beckoned to Harry and pointed to an overstuffed armchair across from Seamus. “Please, sit.”

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way over to the designated chair. His legs stiffened when he tried to sit down. Finally, with much effort, he practically enup cup collapsing into it.

“I don’t see a reason to make this a long meeting, for I presume you you Harry, know why you are here. But as I believe in human rights and equalities, just as I do animal and creature rights, soI will let both of you say whatever you may wish on your part.” Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair and looked at Harry firmly. “Harry?”

Harry stared back at Dumbledore, trying to send him pleading looks that said clearly that he did not want to say anything in front of Seamus, let alone be anywhere near him.

Dumbledore’s blue eyes showed that they understood, yet, he did not tell Harry that he could retreat back down the stairs.

The room was silent for a long while. No one spoke, not even the Headmaster. Seamus had his eyes glued to the same spot on the floor and Harry’s gaze kept flickering nervously back and forth between Dumbledore and the many portraits hanging from the walls.

After about fifteen minutes of silence, Dumbledore stood up and walked over to where Harry was sitting.

“Come with me Harry, for just a bit.”

Harry, feeling relieved, sprang out of the armchair and made to follow him across the room. At the far end of the room, there was a door that Harry had never noticed before. It was odd.

“In here Harry.”

The room was smaller than the office but equally decorated with unique and interesting objects. Harry would have noticed these if his mind wasn’t having a nervous breakdown just then.

Avoiding Dumbledore’s penetrating eyes, he stuck his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet on the dust-clean floor.

“Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger came to see me earlier today, and they informed me of something that concerned you and Mr. Finnigan. I highly doubt that they would tell falsehoods, but as a law of justice and truth, I must hear it from your own mouth. You understand this Harry?”

Harry just nodded again and stopped moving.

“Did Seamus violate you in any way?”

There was a frozen pause then, Harry inclined his head at an angle barely noticable.


mus must ask you to speak, Harry.”

Harry clenched his teeth together and nodded more distinctly.

“Yes.” his voice was a mere breath of air.

“Did he violate you in any physical way?”

“...... Yes.”

“I will ask no more of you. You may return to your fourth class.”

Letting out a fast exhale, Harry looked up at the Headmaster and thanked him silently.

The next second, he was out of the small room and flying into the circular staircase tower.

Shutting the door shut behind him, he sprinted down the steps and found himself gasping for breath as he continued to run full speed down the empty corridors.

He past classrooms in the middle of lessons, and he passed the entrance to the Divination tower, even though that was the class he was supposed to return to. He went on, and didn’t stop until he came to the dark corridor that he and Cho had kissed that one day.

He hadn’t meant to come here.... his mind was just too confused and scared. He fell into the wall and slid to the floor.

Tears that he’d been keeping inside were soon escaping from his eyes. No one would hear him, and he wanted to let everything out.

Sobbing, he closed his weary eyes and craddled his knees to his chest.

Go away. He said to himself. Go away.

He wanted all the bad mees, es, all the painful emotions to leave his body along with his tears.

Many, many minutes past and he finally felt as if he’d cried himself dry. His eyes were swollen his shirt drenched with tears.

Suddenly, as he was wiping his face with his sleeve, he heard a faint pattering sound from up ahead. It sounded like footsteps, and they were getting louder.

Shit. He thought as he scrambled up from his sitting position. He frantically glanced around to find somewhere to duck into but it was a doorless, suit of armor-less corridor.

The footsteps were coming closer. They would round the corner and it would be to late.

He whirled around and started to slip away slowly and quietly but the pattering stopped abruptly.

“Harry.”

Harry’s heart literally stopped beating.

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Another A/N: Wow, this is another long chapter. The second version ended up to be quite longer than the first. But I really like how it turned out. This is one of the nicer chaps. And again. I don’t mean to sound annoying and repetitive but I’d so appreciate any kind of review or critisism. Love you all.