Fighting For My Love And Right

Harry couldn’t hear what everyone was talking about but there was one discussion that reached his ear. Two boys were discussing if he was good or turned over to the evil side; the one that didn’t think he was evil used the previous things that had happened as an example. That boy couldn’t be less than two years younger than Harry because he knew about what happened with Harry when he was in the third year; when everyone thought he was the heir of Salazar Slytherin.

Whit a smile he walked out after his breakfast, where he was met by a herd of students walking down for their breakfast. Just before he was to climb the stairs he could swear he heard someone call him, but all the ones he had walked pass was now out of his vision and he was almost alone in the hall. [i]It must have been an illusion.[/i] Slowly he started to climb the stairs when he heard someone call him. This time he was sure it wasn’t an illusion, but he couldn’t see anyone around him. It could be Peeves pulling a prank on him again.

‘Harry.’ He wasn’t sure since the voice was whispering but it sounded like Draco. Quickly he turned around towards where he heard Draco’s whisperings, but he was standing all alone in the corridor. When he turned to walk up the stairs he was again called by Draco, the voice came from one of the classrooms, but Draco wasn’t there. He took one step forward towards where he heard Draco call his name from; suddenly a head appeared besides the stairs, it was Draco. At once he saw Draco’s head he knew the Slytherin had taken his cloak that day in the owlery.

‘What Malfoy.’ He wasn’t angry with him, but he couldn’t help being rude anyway. Once he thought Draco was just a mean bastard, and then he changed his mind about him before he found out he was even worse than he thought the first time.

‘Can I talk to you?’ There was someone coming out from the main hall, Draco tried to back off as far as he could while covering his head again. But Harry knew that if Draco didn’t move the students would brush against him and discover him.

‘Come with me.’ Harry didn’t see Draco but he could hear him walking behind Harry. When they reached the door to the room of requirements he told Draco to stop and then walked three times in circles while thinking about what he wanted. [i]A place where they could sit with a fireplace,[/i] he didn’t ask for much. Once he entered the room he was surprised to see big and small pillows spread in one corner in front of a fireplace, the style of it all reminded him about the Arabic homes; it only missed the strange shape windows and guards in each corners. ‘Talk.’ Harry turned around over to Draco and noticed his astonishment over the room.

‘Isn’t this the same room Umbridge blew open?’

‘Yes, you were such an ass that time, why did you help her? She was an evil manipulating witch. Did you really believe her crap?’

‘No.’

‘Then why were you with her?’ He had to relax, if he let the anger take over him he would cry and then he would be easily manipulated.

‘It was the only way I could survive her, by not having her on my neck all the time. And I actually tried to help you, the best way I could.’

‘Help me? What do you mean?’

‘Don’t you think I knew about Weasley’s candy? I was the only one apparently since the rest of them swallowed those without thinking twice about it.’

‘You took one too.’

‘It was either that or having to fight your friends, and I really didn’t want to loose any part of my body.’

‘So you ate the candy so my friends could run away?’ Harry didn’t quite understand why he thought it was romantic, but Draco getting sick on purpose to help out the ones he didn’t like, for Harry’s sake; if he wasn’t angry he would probably leap into his arms and kiss him, but the reality was still that he had raped him with his father.

‘I know you were the only one that could kill the Dark Lord, and it would be harder if you were alone.’ Draco would never admit he wanted to help Harry just because he liked him, he was afraid of expressing his feelings.

‘Anything else you want to say? And why did you take my invisibility cloak?’

‘I took your cloak because I didn’t know what else to do. And I wanted to talk to you about what my father told you.’ Harry hoped he wouldn’t mention his father, he was unsure about how much he would take before he would start to cry.

‘Why do you want to talk about him?’

‘Because he lied to you.’ Harry had thought about that possibility but he couldn’t see how there could have been a mistake.

‘What do you mean?’

‘He lied to you, at first he thought you knew and when he found out you had no clue about what happened; he used that to his advantage.’ Harry really hoped Draco was telling the truth, but even how great it might be to hear that it was not Lucius Malfoy’s baby how could he be sure it wasn’t just another lie? It could be a lie, for Harry couldn’t remember what happened and then anyone could make up a story and tell him.

‘I don’t understand.’

‘I wanted to tell you before, but you were so angry and then you left before I could stop you.’

‘I told you Malfoy that I can’t take any more lies.’

‘If you don’t believe me then go into my head and see for yourself, I’m not lying now, I want to tell you the truth. Maybe you should sit down, I surly need to.’ Draco went over to the pile of pillows and slowly sat down looking like he was on the edge to throw up; Harry wasn’t sure what to do but he walked over and sat down beside Draco. ‘I don’t know where to start; first of all, my father didn’t rape you.’ Draco took a deep breath before continuing. ‘My father didn’t rape you, he isn’t the father of your child; I am. He hasn’t touched you at all; he wasn’t even there that day.’

‘So your father made up the story even if he didn’t know who had raped me?’

‘He knew that I am the father, but he made up the story about him and me raping you.’

‘So he knew you had raped me; that is almost just as bad as him raping me.’ When Draco touched Harry’s hand he woke up and saw what was happening, he was letting Draco manipulate him again. ‘Don’t touch me, you raped me, how could you let me be nice to you after what you did? I can’t believe I kissed you and even was in your home, trying to see you.’

‘Harry.’

‘I can’t believe that I fell for you.’ Harry got up from where he was sitting and then everything became black around him. When he opened his eyes again he saw Draco bending over him, telling him to wake up. The blond was crying, or had been, but that didn’t matter, why should he cry for what he had done to Harry?

‘Don’t move; if you can’t lie down and to listen at what I have to say I will use the full body lock on you, even if it won’t work.’ Harry was still unsure about where he was; but when he saw Draco nothing else mattered. ‘I was the one that raped you, even if it wasn’t quite a rape since you were in on it too.’ Harry wasn’t sure what Draco was talking about, maybe he was still disillusioned and imagined everything.

‘What?’

‘One day when I was alone outside, ditching school I saw you fly on your broom and suddenly you dived into the lake, at first I thought it was a stupid bet you and your friends had or that you tried to show off for some kind of girl, but I was the only one outside that day.’ Draco stopped up, it seemed that he wanted to kiss Harry but closed his eyes and continued on his story. ‘When you didn’t come up after one minute I got worried, and even if I didn’t like you I still couldn’t let you die like that, so I dived down and found you soon after, but you weren’t breathing.’ A tear was slowly peaking out in the corner of Draco’s eye. ‘I forgot what spell to use so I had to do it the muggle way, I got you breathing again. When you saw me you hugged me, and then kissed me once. I don’t know which of us continued it but the kiss turned into making out, and then everything became more intense.’ Draco opened his eyes and two salty tear drops fell on Harry’s skin.

‘But how come I can’t remember it?’

‘I don’t know, it reminds me about when you just black out, sometimes you actually react but don’t remember it later when you fully wake up. But you were kissing and even touching me like you were awake. The whole thing ended up in me fucking you, it seemed to be what you wanted at the moment.’

‘What I wanted? How do you know that I weren’t mistaking you for someone else?’

‘You constantly repeated my name. If you don’t believe me then I’ll show you my memory.’ Harry didn’t want to say that he didn’t believe him, he wasn’t sure anymore about what was true and what was a lie. But seeing Draco bend over him and crying made Harry believe in him, Draco would never be this sensitive if he lied. ‘We ended up fucking as you might know, I penetrated you and that is the story of how it happened. When we were done you went inside the castle, I thought you were angry or had to think. When I meet you later that day you acted like before, and it didn’t change over the week.’ Harry whipped Draco’s tears away, he couldn’t help crying himself. ‘I found a way to give back your broom without you noticing; and I also left you a secret note; but I don’t think you found it.’

‘A secret note? Where?’ Harry couldn’t remember finding any secret note from Draco, but he did vaguely remember Draco acting strange towards him some mounts ago.

‘I gave it to Dobby, he promised to give it to you.’

‘You didn’t sign it did you?’

‘No.’ Harry remembered that Dobby gave him a note he found strange, it stood [i]thanks for our time together, I hope you won’t forget me.[/i] At first Harry thought it was a joke pulled by one of his friends but none of them knew anything about it.

‘I received it, but I didn’t know who it was from.’

‘So you did forget me.’

‘I didn’t remember anything, so I can’t have forgotten you.’ He tried as hard as he could to remember anything, but nothing came to his mind. When Draco opened his eyes and looked at Harry again he thought he saw something familiar, but it wasn’t the first time he had seen Draco’s eyes so it couldn’t mean anything.

‘You forgot, and that was and still is really painful. I thought you ignored me because you didn’t want anything to do with me, that we were back to our old self.’ Harry touched Draco’s hair, he didn’t want the blond to cry or feel sad but he knew very well that it wasn’t possibly. He slowly reached up for Draco’s lips, hoping it could help Draco. The whole kiss was wet, and hot; it was just great. ‘No, please Harry, I can’t take it, I almost didn’t survive the first month; and after the Dark Lord was dead and you noticed me I thought I would die all over again. Sometimes I thought you remembered what happened, but I knew you couldn’t remember anything when you started to follow me,’

‘I didn’t know anything; I just noticed that something was different.’

‘The yellow potion, where is it?’ Harry wasn’t sure at first what Draco talked about, until he remembered the potion that lay beneath his pillow. Before he could answer Draco presumed that he had already taken it because of his long silence, and he didn’t have a chance to stop him. ‘You took it? I told you the truth for no good? And I let myself start to feel something for you again.’ He moved off Harry, and then walked over to the door.

‘Draco.’

‘No! I can’t believe that this happened again, I’m so stupid.’ Harry got himself up and hurried over to Draco that stood only four feet away, he tried to takes Draco’s hand but when their fingers touched it seemed to shock Draco.

‘Draco.’

‘Don’t touch me you murderer, I can’t believe I thought it would be different this time. Stay away from me, don’t come near me again, I’ll be so mad if you try and contact me.’ Draco opened the door and then run out; when Harry ran after him he couldn’t see anyone in the corridor. It hit him that Draco still had his invisibility coat, and he was most likely using it, but Harry didn’t bother to look for him, the reality of it all hit him harder than he could handle.

He closed the door behind him and stood there for a few seconds before walking up to the Gryffindor common room, he wanted to find Draco but without his map it was like looking for the needle in the haystack while being blind. Everything went so fast for Harry that he wasn’t even sure how many days was left before the school year was finished. And when he thought about what had happened, Draco and his father, anger and love, and Draco; he was sure he had gone mad. Since he came back that day he has had so many feelings, and most of them involved Draco, the one he loved and hoped to end up with, because he did want to be with him.

When he realized that he wanted to end up with Draco and no one else he cried, both of happiness and anger. Why did he have to love Draco if he knew things would most likely not work? Draco coming over to him this day gave him a little hope, but that was shattered in the end when he thought Harry had taken the abortion, Draco considered him as a murderer, the evil guy in the story. Maybe it was better to leave Draco alone, and raise his kid on his own, that was what he had decided that morning so why should he change his plans only because Draco decided to tell him the truth? It wasn’t even two hours since he woke up and decided to be strong, but everything felt so far away that he thought it had been days since he decided anything.

Slowly he found his map and touched the small tag where it stood Draco Malfoy, he was sitting outside the room of requirements; Harry didn’t know if he was waiting or crying, but his heart was in pain by looking at that name. He sat there and cried silently, [i]why did it hurt so much?[/i]

He didn’t do anything else that day, just sat there and looked at the small foot prints of the boy he loved until it was time to go to sleep.


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A/N:

When I started the whole story I planned how I wanted the end, the previous chapter was in my planning, Lucius being such an ass towards Harry, and this chapter is not as I wanted it first but I got my main point out, Draco wanting to be with Harry and then something goes wrong.

I really like this chapter, and I think the next chapter will be the end as long as I don’t find any reason why I should add another chapter, and if I know myself it might continue a while longer, hope you won’t mind it.

Thanks for everyone for reading it; it means a lot for me.

And for all those that did hope or think that Draco was the father, you were right, don’t worry, Lucius the father of Harry’s child; are you mad?