ORIGINAL: The Amour

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[Chapter Nineteen] Draco’s Pain

It was as if time had stopped. Just for a few fleeting seconds, everything was frozen in a tableau.

Harry, lying on the floor with a terror stricken look on his face and his mouth screaming words that could not reach Draco’s ears.

Voldemort, a sneering and cruel laugh stretched across his deathly face, wand pointed at his chest, and a bright green glow enveloping the icy darkness around them.

A rush of still air sweeping through his hair, and the realisation that it was all over.... that the end was just a few breaths away...

Then suddenly, the scenery began to speed up again.

Slowly, the light grew larger and the wind blew stronger.

Voices began to rise in volume as if someone had cast the sonorus charm.

But his mind was nothing but whiteness.

And he closed his eyes.

Something solid struck his chest and he staggered backwards.

His eyes shot open just in time to see a blast of blinding light and Blaise’s body arching backwards and falling.

Falling through the air like a feather, caught on the wind.

“BLAISE!” he screamed, catching the boy in his arms. Something landed on his lap along with the body. He furrowed his brows and looked at it.

Something silver, something familiar....

It was his necklace.

“Foolish friend you have there dear Draco...”

Draco’s head snapped up to see Voldemort shaking his head and fingering his wand passively.

“For it won’t keep me from destroying what is left...”

Before Voldemort had time to see what was whirling inside Draco’s mind, he twisted around and threw himself at the raven haired boy behind him.

“Harry! Grab hold of this!” he yelled reaching out his arm desperately.

Harry’s face didn’t hide the confusion but he snatched the chain dangling from Draco’s hand without question.

The ground below them shook and then, Voldemort, his voice a razor sharp scream of rage echoing endlessly, slowly began to fade away with the scenery around them.

Abruptly, the spinning colors became still once more and the two boys were hurled onto a solid stone floor.

Harry groaned in pain and put his hand up to his head, rubbing a lump on his forehead gingerly.

Draco, ignoring the forming bruise in his right arm, sat up and looked around.

They were in a dark corridor... but definitely not anywhere near Voldemort’s hideout. He recognised the portraits and statues along the walls as ones that were scattered around Hogwarts, and slumped back into the wall in relief.

Trying to calm his racing heart, he lifted his trembling hand and opened his fist.

The Malfoy crest glittered ominously in the flickering light of the torches.

His mind was completely dumbfounded.

How had Blaise got hold of this?

When Draco had been transported to Voldemort’s secret lair, he’d lost the Portkey somewhere during the process. He hadn’t realised that the necklace was missing until he’d found Harry and Blaise had entered the room where Harry was being held captive.

So the only possible explanation was that Draco had lost it somewhere in the corridor outside and he’d picked it up.

But Blaise would have recognised the Malfoy Crest in a blink of an eye. So why had he not said anything?

He remembered the look of shock on his face when Draco had undone the Disillusionment charm from his body, and the way his eyes had been filled with...what had it been.... sadness?

Closing his fingers around the necklace again, he leaned his head against the wall.

He shut his eyes and tried to erase the sight of Blaise from his mind... the very last look of unmovable determination on his face as the boy flung himself in front of Draco... not a sound escaping his lips as the green light claimed the body and then a glazed look going over the deep brown eyes, all emotion being swept away like air.

Blaise was dead. The realisation sinking in like a stone being dropped into a well.

He’d never been fond of Blaise. No. But he’d always respected him for his unflinching persistence to stand up against his father and the tolerance toward the other Slytherins who all avoided him and acted as if he were something with a sickness that would spread if anyone got too close.

And the fact that he’d sacrificed his own life to save Draco....

“Love? Who ever needs love to live?”

Blaise had put up a mask of indifference over his heart just like Draco had once done in the past. It was something all Death Eaters were trained to do, and it was expected that they raise their children in that manner so that when their sons grew up, they’d be able to act like any Death Eater should.

Heartless, loveless, and cruel.

But Draco had figured out after being with Harry, that this, was impossible.

No matter how you are raised, human beings cannot erase the deep passion and affection in their hearts which create love, and lust, and all other emotions that build inside of you as you live your life.

Forgotten yes, but it is always there.

Blaise had not known that he was capable of loving anyone. Love itself was just a weakness, as his father had probably told him.

Love was something to sneer at, to treat with scorn and to trample under one’s feet like dirt.

It was not something a true man should bother with.

But the icy wall encircling Blaise’s heart had shattered that day.

He’d felt love for the first time and expressed it just before he died...

A gentle hand touched his cheek and Draco opened his eyes.

“Drake..... are you okay?” Harry whispered. His eyes were filled with concern.

Draco nodded and tried to look away, for tears were beginning to cloud his vision and he didn’t want anyone to see him crying, let alone Harry.

Malfoys didn’t cry.

At that thought, he paused, a soft smirk crossing his face.

And neither were Malfoys supposed to love, but he’d broken that
rule... proved that it was all fake.

Letting the tears fall from his eyes, he buried his face in Harry’s chest and let out a sob. Harry wrapped his arms around him protectively and held him close.

“Draco....”

Draco gripped the cloth of Harry’s shirt tightly and let himself cry.

He cried for all the love between them. He cried for all the fights they’d shared. He cried for all the animosity in his family. He cried for the pain in his heart....

And he cried for Blaise.

Harry just hugged him close. His strong arms comforting Draco in a way that no other human could.

His tears were soon calmed and Draco snuggled in closer to Harry’s warm chest.

“Don’t ever leave me, Harry.” he said in a muffled voice.

Harry caressed Draco’s wet cheek with his thumb and smiled.

“Of course I won’t. I would be nothing if I didn’t have you.”

Draco sighed and drew back.

“My life is so fucked up now.”

Harry shook his head. “Don’t worry Drake... everything will be okay.”

Draco’s eyes flickered. Harry didn’t understand. “Do you know what
I just did, Harry? Do you? I just practically went up to Voldemort and asked for my death sece. ce. Now he knows that I never meant to support him, and he’ll kill me.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
“You don’t get it Harry!” Draco said harshly. “My father. If Voldemort doesn’t kill me now, he will.”

This time, Harry looked angrily at Draco. He grabbed both of the blonde’s thin arms firmly, making the other boy stare back at him in surprise.

“Draco, stop it! You’re not in danger! I won’t let your father or anyone do anything to you. You should know that.”

Draco tried to lower his gaze but Harry reached out a hand and lifted his chin delicately.

“Do you trust me?”

For a second, neither of them said another word. They just searched each other’s eyes until Draco smiled weakly and grazed Harry’s lips with his forefinger.

“I- I’m sorry Harry.... I’m just..... “

“Shh....” Harry whispered. “.... Don’t talk.”

He leaned forward slowly and brushed his lips against Draco’s with a
touch as if to tell him without words, that he’d meant what he’d said. That he’d do anything and everything to protect Draco. That he loved him.

Draco felt another tear trickling down his face as he returned the kiss passionately.

To hell with his father. To hell with the darkness. To hell with all the things that were threatening him to crumble and collapse.

“I love you Harry...” he said through the heat of their mouths. “I love you so much...”

He deepened the kiss and slid his hands in Harry’s hair and pulled his body over his own so that now he was on the floor. He didn’t even feel the cold hard floor against his back. He could only feel Harry’s body against his. The reassuring comfort of Harry’s body that he felt whenever they touched.

Harry traced his tongue around Draco’s jaw and Draco’s eyes fluttered close.

How was that each time Harry kissed him, Draco’s fears, his worries, his pains, all seemed to drift away? Nothing seemed to matter anymore except the fact that he wanted to stay like that forever.

Draco untangled his hands from Harry’s hair and ran them down Harry’s neck. He lifted his head a few inches off the ground and let his lips follow the same burning path, leaving red, scorching marks all over the smooth and golden skin.

A moan slipped from Harry’s mouth and he leaned back his head to expose more of his neck.

“Drake.....”

“.... yeah, Harry?”

“Don’t.....stop...”

Draco was too overpowered with desire to answer. His touches became wild and his breathing heavy. Harry’s moaning became more frequent and his hands was all over Draco’s torso.

Their shirts were soon ripped away and their feverish bodies melted against each other.

Harry went lower down Draco’s body and trailed hot kisses along his chest. He then continued down Draco’s abdomen and to his navel.

“Oh fuck.” Draco gasped, feeling Harry’s weight pressing against his erection. He moved his hips and rocked back and forth against the body above him. Suddenly he placed a shaking hold on Harry’s neck and heaved him back upwards.

“I’ll come if you keep that going.” his voice was breathy and his eyes had a dazed look.

Harry nodded, his cheeks adorably flushed and his hair crazier then ever.

“We should go somewhere else.”

He scrambled to his feet and pulled Draco up after hiakinaking his hand, he began walking hastily down the hallway until they came to the door of an empty and dark classroom with only a few desks and chairs.

Harry threw the door shut and locked it before advancing back at Draco and pushing him against the wall.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and slid his hands lower and lower until they were at Harry’s hips. Harry, wearing loose jeans left Draco plenty of room in his pants to let Draco’s hands travel fer uer until they were grasping Harry’s tight arse and making Harry gasp and ram his hips against Draco’s.

Their tongues continued to battle deliriously and their swollen lips were sucking at each other like their was no tomorrow. Draco nudged his thigh forward and rubbed it against Harry’s hard bulge.

“Holy shit-”

Oh god. Draco moaned inwardly. Fuck foreplay. He shoved Harry off of him and pushed him back into one of the long desks sitting in the middle of the room. Harry crashed backwards onto it and Draco straddled his legs which were half dangling over the edge of the desk.

While kissing and biting Harry’s lips furiously, he managed to unbuckle Harry’s pants and helped Harry kick them off hurriedly.

The minute the pants and boxers had been thrown off, Draco dropped to his knees and took Harry’s throbbing erection into his mouth without warning.

Harry let out a shocked groan and buried his fingers deep into Draco’s silky hair.

“Fuck..... holy shit..... Draco....”

Draco swirled his tongue around the tip before devouring the whole length past his tongue.

Seconds later, Harry came with a suppressed cry of Draco’s name and he slumped back onto the desk, closing his eyes. Draco wiped his sleeve against his mouth and grinned.

“Your turn.”

He pulled the exhausted boy off the desk and Harry stumbled dizzily into Draco’s arms.

“Ohhhh, you’re in for it Malfoy.” Harry said through deep breaths.

Draco acted as if he was trying to very weakly, fight off Harry and ‘accidentally’ thrust his clothed cock against Harry’s slowly hardening one.

“That’s it!” Harry bellowed as he undid Draco’s trousers with rabid hands and pulling both trousers and boxers off the blonde’s thin hips.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from across the room, and squealing, Draco toppled over, bringing Harry down with him.

His back collided with the hard floor and he winced.

“Harry!”

Harry spun around and immediately rolled off of Draco and grabbed his discarded clothing from the floor and threw them over his lower regions.

Draco sat up gingerly and opened his eyes.

Hermione and Ron were standing in the doorway, their eyes wide and their mouths gaping.
“Oh bloody crap! My eyes!” Ron yelled, turning around and burying his face in the wall. “I did NOT just see that!”

Hermione would have probably told Ron to knock it off if she hadn’t been speechless either. Her cheeks were scarlet and she began edging away towards the door.

“I-I’m sorry Harry! We didn’t mean to- we heard your voices coming from inside and it sounded like you were fighting and- we’ll be leaving now-
”

“No, wait!” Harry said quickly before Hermione could dash off with Ron. “Wait, it’s fine. Er- just- uh, turn around for a sec.”

Hermione let out a high pitched ‘okay’, and turned around.

Draco tossed Harry his shirt and began zipping up his own trousers.

He stood up after donning his shirt and stood with his arms crossed
and glaring at the two intruder’s backs by the door.

Harry stood up beside him and straightened his ruffled clothing.

“Uh- we’re good now.” he said meekly.

Neither Ron or Hermione seemed to want to turn around but when the did, they were both blushing profusely.

“We’re really sorry, Harry.” Hermione stammered again. “It’s just that you were gone at dinner and you never came back to the common room... so we thought you might be in trouble....”

“It’s fine Hermione... I er- yeah....” Harry trailed off, his mind going blank with embarrassment.

Ron, who was doing everything to avoid Harry’s eyes, instead focused his gaze on Hermione’s voluminous hair and cleared his throat. The color of his face indicated that he was feeling quite sick but he tried to hide it.

“Ron?” Harry asked tentatively.
An odd gurgle sounded from Ron’s mouth and his face looked as if it would explode any second.


“M-Mione?” he finally said. “Maybe we sh-should, uh- go...”

Hermione nodded and grabbed Ron’s arm.

“Wait!” Harry said again, stepping forward. “There’s.... there’s something we have to talk to you about....”