Fighting For My Love And Right

Arthur’s note::
I apologize for the ones that have been waiting, I have a good reason.
This chapter was written differently when I wanted it as a sequel, but I thought it sucked so much that if you put together all the vampires it would still suck more. So I wrote almost 4000 words, threw it away and started on a new one. It was to sweet, forgiving and just blahhh… This chapter is more the story’s style.
I have taken another way into this chapter, now it’s Draco’s time to shine, no more Harry’s mind.
(Answers to questions at the end)

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Draco was standing there with his eyes closed; afraid that he would fall over any moment now. He should have stopped after the first bottle, but he kept drinking until Pansy came and found him, she was pretty pissed off over his behaviour. Draco knew perfectly well that he had been acting stupid, not because of all the drinking but because he trusted Harry. He should never have trusted him; his father was right, Harry Potter only thought about himself.

‘I must confess, Draco’s loyalty was on trial this semester, I’m just happy he understands what's important.’ His father stood there chatting with his friends, making him feel even worse. But he couldn’t do anything; his father had the power to decide everything and he only had to follow.

How long was his father planning to stand there? Was it some kind of punishment for what he had done? His father knew perfectly well that he was drunk; yes, it must be some kind of punishment. He felt so humiliated where he stood, sure that he was swaying back and forth and everyone was watching him and laughing at him.

Slowly he opened his eyes to look around, everyone as moving, why couldn’t they stand still? Because they were looking forward to go home and see their families again so they could have a great summer; while he would go home and hear every day how a big failure he was, not able to even bow down before the Dark Lord without twitching.

But nothing mattered as he saw the hair of the boy he really cared about, one he even loved. Why did he still love him when he knew Harry had done something horrible? He had to stop the feeling, but that would definitely shatter his heart. He had never felt this bad even when his father was harass him, neither when the Dark Lord was humiliating him; but one word or look from Harry and he felt a guilt so strong hat he thought it would kill him.

As much as he hated it, he had to do as his father told him. He could defy him and do as he wished but he didn't want to put Harry’s life in danger only because he wanted to stay with him, he loved Harry too much.

‘Draco, come along now; and straighten up, you look like a mess.’ That was always his opinion; sometimes he wondered why his father even bothered to have a child.

‘Yes father.’ Silently he followed the older man, not caring if someone jumped out in front of him and killed him, the one thing he wanted was gone, probably forever.

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‘Get up, you have an interview today, and if you don’t show up there I’ll personally make sure that the next time you have an interview you will have a legitimate reason, broken legs.’ Draco wanted to find his wand and hex his father, and if he wasn’t too tired he would probably do so.

It has been one month since school ended, and he have been to about twenty interviews with different companies, almost everyone offered him work but his father wanted Draco to go to all and decide afterwards; that meant that his father would decide for him.

He tried his best to please his father, since he was stuck with him till the summer vacation was over and Lucius would travel to France for some business. One month left he told himself, and when Lucius left he would pack his own bags and run away. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go, he only wanted to get away from his father so he could live his own life.

Slowly he got up from his bed to dress, if his father would have to come back for him the second time he would regret that he didn’t get up. His father always said that what he did to him was for his own good, but the only thing it did was making his hate for his own father stronger. Maybe it was a sin to hate his own flesh and blood but he didn’t see how he could love a man that was treating him like he was a mistake.

When they reached Diagon Alley later that morning for Draco's interview Lucius had to leave him. Draco didn't care about what his father did; he didn't care at all about it because Lucius never cared about him.

‘I have someone I have to meet so I’ll leave you now. But if I find out you didn’t show up then you'll pay, so don’t wander off.’ Lucius didn’t even bother to wait for an answer before he vanished around the corner. Draco slowly walked over to where he was told to wait; he still had fifteen minutes before the interview begun but that seemed like forever. He wanted to sit down but he could hear his father’s voice shouting at him for not taking care of his appearance and becoming dirty, so he stood and waited.

Five minutes later he was bored, his eyes travelled over the busy wizards and witches that were shopping; they all seemed to be happy. He was just about to lower his head when he could swear he saw Harry. He only saw a bush of black, messy hair but he was sure it was Harry. His heart was pumping harder and his palms started to sweat, Harry was there.

No, he couldn’t do this again, last time he thought he saw Harry he ended up messing up himself and being shouted at by his father for running away; and that time he wasn’t even running after Harry, it was a woman with a really bad hair day. He turned his head over to the other side and tried to think about something else, but that didn’t help when Harry was on his mind.

He knew it was stupid but he had to go over there and see if it was Harry, just so he could put it behind himself. But what if it was Harry? What would he say to him?

‘Mr Malfoy I presume?’ A short and bald man stood in front of Draco, smiling softly and waiting for Draco to present himself. Quickly he took the hand the man offered him, trying to put Harry out of his mind.

‘Yes, Draco Malfoy.’ Draco tried not to think about Harry while the interview was in progress, and he wished he could say he was successful but a couple of times his mind wandered off.

Once he was done with the interview and outside looking for his father he noticed black messy hair vanishing behind a corner, he couldn’t take it anymore so instead of waiting for his father as he was told he took off towards where he saw the dark haired man vanish, as long as it was a man and not a woman as it was last time.

When he reached the corner he saw a dead end, there was no windows or doors, the one entered that alley must have apparated away. He shook his head and turned around, he knew he was obsessed but it was Harry, he couldn't help it.

Half way back to where he had agreed to wait after the interview someone grabbed a hold of his shoulder and spun him around, at once he knew he was in deep shit when he saw Lucius in front of him, and he was looking everything but happy.

‘Where have you been?’ Draco didn’t know what to answer him, he had to make up a lie but nothing came to his mind. ‘Running after a stranger? I told you that if it ever happened again I would send you off to your relatives again. When we get back you will pack your bags, I don’t have any more tolerance for you and your stupid behaviour.’

‘I was actually looking to see if I could find a present for your birthday, I know it’s early on but I want to give you the best present because of what you have done for me lately.’ If his father didn’t buy that one Draco would be in big problems; but he must have been in a good mood or he was really dumb because he bought it.

‘A birthday present, it’s two months till my birthday. Well, I apology for the shouting. But next time you wander off without telling me where you are I’ll send you away without even blinking; understood?’

‘Yes father.’ The last thing he wanted was to be sent away to his aunt, she was even worse than Lucius himself. She treated him like a house elf, and even beaten him. She made sure there would be no marks afterwards but the emotional pain was still there. Once again he followed his father quietly, it seemed like he was in a good mood but Draco could see he was really angry.

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Six months has passed since Draco started his new job, which his father picked out for him; and things had been going up and down for him in private and at work. He has gotten five cases so far, and Peter Greenman, his supervisor turned out to be really nice. The office he was given was also nice; it had a big window where he could look out on everything that was happening down on the streets. Draco had often been sitting by the window and looking out, hoping he would see Harry there, but he never caught a glimpse of anyone looking like him.

As days passed he gave up on the thought of seeing Harry, he had probably moved away, he would probably have done that if he ever went through the same things as Harry.

Maybe things would have been different if Draco had walked over to Harry on the train, and said sorry for what he called him and then asked for forgiveness. Maybe things would have changed then, but he didn’t do anything. He knew now that he had probably over reacted, he shouldn’t have called Harry a murderer because he aborted a baby that probably reminded him about everything bad he knew, he had been through so much and deserved to live.

Just as he was to dig his nose in the papers about a new case he thought he saw black messy hair out between the ones that was shopping for Christmas. Usually he realized it wasn't Harry and he would go back to the case he was working on but this time he was absolutely sure it was him.

Draco didn't sit around in his office when he was sure Harry was down in the street, he didn't even bother taking his jacket with him. Once he was outside he started to run towards where he saw the dark haired walk, it just had to be Harry. When he turned the second corner he had to stop up, he couldn't see anyone anywhere, and the snow was hiding any fresh prints. He had to find him, it was Harry.

He had to see himself defeated when he found out he was running in rings, but he didn’t want to give up yet. He realized then how cold it was, and that he was wearing nothing but a thin shirt. The way back to the office went quicker than it took him to try and find Harry; probably because he was freezing and would catch pneumonia if he didn't get inside soon.

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Draco took a last glance at himself in the mirror; it would have to do, if they didn’t like it then it would be their problem. It was time for the every fifth year family reunion, it was a tradition that one of his grandmother started when she was young. She had made everyone promise to keep the tradition even after her death; it was her gift to everyone that joined their family.

‘Draco, hurry up now.’

‘Yes mother, just give me a minute.’ He checked his hair again before he went down where his parents were waiting for him. Narcissa held a boll of floo powder out so he could grab a handful; he quickly walked over to their fire place and clearly said the name of the party location.

When he reached the destination he stepped out of the way, knowing his father would follow soon after. The first thing he saw when he looked around was colours, balloons and small fireworks; it was completely different from what he remembered from last time. The answer for why things had drastically changed came as no surprise, it was the Weasley’s time to decorate and plan the party.

‘Bloody hell, I knew it would be a disaster.’ His father stood behind him and was stunned by the look on the room. Draco had to admit that at first it was shocked, but it was kind of nice when he got used to it. At least his grandmother seemed to like it, she was almost swinging herself on the dance floor in beat with the music; she still had it in her even at her age. Draco didn’t waist any more time with his father; he wanted to explore this new and crazy land.

When he stood by the punch boll that changed its colours and apparently the taste he noticed Ginny Weasley on the other side of the dance floor. He shouldn’t be surprise that she were there since it was Christmas vacation and a reunion, but he couldn’t ignore the way she was looking at him. At once he felt guilty, like he had done something bad.

He felt that he became angry, how could she make him feel like this? No Weasley should ever make a Malfoy feel bad by just looking at them. The punch had completely vanished out of his mind as he walked over to her, if she dared to say anything to annoy him he would rip her head off, in a mater of speaking.

‘Why are you staring at me Weasley?’

‘What makes you think that?’

‘You were looking straight at me, making me feel like I have done something.’

‘That's true.’

‘What? What are you talking about? What have I done that is wrong?’

‘Hm… I don’t know, what about breaking some ones heart; making them believe in love and then steal it from them; or maybe just being around. There is many things you have done, have a pick.’

‘What the bloody hell is with you? And what are you talking about?’

‘Harry you moron, how could you do that to him? Lucky for you there are people around, I would have killed you if we were alone.’

‘How do you know about me and him?’ As soon as the last word had escaped his lips he realized it was a stupid question, Harry would tell his friends everything. ‘How many knows about it?’ Another stupid question, probably all the Gryffindor’s, Ravenclaw’s and the Hufflepuff’s, and they were laughing behind his back at how stupid he had been.

‘What does it matter how many knows, you hurt Harry, and I’ll make you pay. Let’s go out in the back, a private duel should be in place.’

‘I don’t want to duel you.’

‘Why? Because I’m a girl?’

‘No, because I don’t want to.’

‘Merlin’s beard, you still care about him.’ How come she could see that? The young girl was a threat, he had to do something so he would be in charge again.

‘No, because you are a silly little girl, and your family doesn’t have enough for the hospital bills it will take to put you back together.’ That should show her.

‘You still like him. Don’t try and hide it from me, Harry couldn't.’

‘So he didn’t tell you?’

‘No I had to drag it out of him.’ She didn’t seem to be glad over him standing in front of her and shouting at her; but now he knew why he felt so bad when she looked at him, she was angry because of Harry. He had to snap out of it, he was actually standing and talking with a Weasley without being rude.

‘And making me feel bad about him gives you a better chance at him?’

‘What? No, why would I try myself on him when I know he loves someone else? Don’t you think I have compassion for my friends? I know you never liked me, and I surly don’t like you, but I’m telling you, Harry cares so much about you and you killed him.’ She took a small pause to breathe. ‘I wouldn’t tell you this if you weren't such an arrogant prick, but the time you two spend together, when there was no fighting of course was the best time he had at school.’

‘He told you that?’

'You stupid ass, Harry didn't have to tell me that, I could see it on him. And you hurting him like that is just not cool.' She turned around and walked away, Draco stood there looking at the girl leaving him, he felt even worse now than before; she surly knew how to make him suffer.

He sat down on the chair next to him when he noticed it; all that information was hard to take in. He knew the Weasley girl hated him but she wouldn’t lie about something like that; or would she? If she wanted Harry for her own she would have said that Harry hated him or something like that. It has been seven months since he last saw Harry so Ginny would have had enough time to try herself on him; she was telling him the truth, and not because she wanted to hurt him but because she cared about Harry.

He had to pull himself together, if anyone saw him crying he would be in big problem, especially if his father found out.

Draco didn’t have much time at the reunion to relax, when everyone had arrived the party began, the tables flooded over with food and sweets, the dance floor was full off people laughing and swinging each other around. Draco was having a blast but he was more depressed than ever, and he was pretty sure the Weasley girl noticed it.

That night he cried harder than he had done in a while, she was right, he had really hurt Harry, and now he would have to pay by living with the knowledge rest of his life.

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Arthurs Note :: answers to questions ::
furin-a :: Eri Potter has emerald eyes, I love green eyes and would want it no other way.
Sakya :: The intended sequel was five or eight years in the future, but to sweet chapter so I scraped it. And Harry has not cut himself from all his friends, it’s just that none of them knows where he lives, they always meet somewhere else so Harry wants privacy.
jaimie :: The black outs, he takes his medicine and it helps, that was one potion he has always intended to take no mater what. And about what started them, all the torture Voldemort used on him, got his brain to black out sometimes, like Neville's parents were tortured, but they lost their mind completely. And about Eri and illnesses, he is not cut from the magic world, just lives away from it in peace. And Harry didn't quite hold Eri a secret, he just never corrected people.
hpobsession :: This chapter should answer the Draco/Pansy thing, them together, are you crazy? Draco is meant to be with Harry, no one else, and I don’t want to hear another word of that crazy talk.

There will be at least one more chapter since a sequel wasn’t good; I look forward to write it.