Hated Love

Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did would give them to my best friend to borrow.
Author Note: Chapter 2 folks, final chapter in this first part of my Harry Draco Saga. Let me know if you all like it and want me to post the sequel. Which is not only considerably longer, but has a bit more lemon in it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Two Days Later*~*~*~*~*~
~*Still Harry's*~
~Point of View~
Harry was miserable, he couldn't eat, every time he walked into the Great Hall Draco would be there, smiling at the Slytherin table, laughing happily with all his stupid Slytherin friends.
He couldn't sleep, considering every time he did, he would dream of Draco's body, his kiss, his touch, and his sweet meaningless words.
Harry mentally waked himself over the head for calling Draco, Draco: he was Malfoy now. He reminded himself bitterly and fought back tears for the ninth time that morning alone.
He sighed and stumbled into the Great Hall, accidentally bumping into the awful boy in question on the way in. He watched in horror as all Malfoy's books fell to the floor. He inwardly groaned knowing what would happen next.
"Pick them up, Potter." Malfoy spat, watching Harry with a bemused expression. Harry was about to go defiant; Malfoy had been doing this to him all week, realizing that he could happily use this blackmail to get Harry to do his bidding.
He simply wasn't in the mood, he was still depressed about the boy's betrayal, and he couldn't figure out why looking at the evil bastard gave him butterflies.
He picked up the books and put them in Malfoy's arms, turned, and stomped towards the Gryffindor table; he began shoveling food on his plate as fast as humanly possible, and then began to eat at light speed, like he had been doing for the past week or so.
"Harry, mate, you alright?" Ron asked, looking at his friend, concern showing in his voice.
"Yeah, you seem a little upset lately," Hermione commented, also showing her concern.
"Fine, I just don't want to be late to potions is all, I mean, we can't afford to loose any points from that Git Snape can we?" Harry asked, trying to send them an assuring smile, knowing he failed miserably.
"Alright mate, but know you can tell us anything, no secrets between us, right Hermione?" Ron asked, Hermione looked slightly guilty, before muttering a quite, that's right.
Harry however was too distracted to notice, he was much too busy staring at the object of his heartbreak to really notice much of anything. Malfoy was leaving the Great Hall, heading towards the Dungeons where potions were to take place in less then 10 minutes.
"Guess we better get going," Harry said, standing up and walking away from his half finished breakfast, never taking his eyes off the blonde. He headed down to potions, running into Draco, once again, only this time, Harry could have sworn he moved in his way on purpose.
The books fell to the floor, and everyone around the two boys tensed, even though this had been happening for a week, it hadn't ever happened in front of everyone else. No one knew what was going to happen and Harry surprised himself.
This time, when he heard, pick them up, Potter, He stood there acting dumb,
"Pick them up your self, Malfoy, You're the idiot who dropped them, shouldn't you be the one to pick them up, not the innocent bystander you stepped in front of you selfless bastard." Harry stood there, his mouth gapping, and his eyes bugging.
It was as though every hateful feeling he had since the incident had come out in that one sentence, and though he knew it wasn't everything he wanted to say, it would have to do for now.
Draco looked nearly as shocked as Harry did only Harry thought for a slight moment he saw a glimmer of hurt in Draco's eyes. It was gone a second later though, when Draco huffily leaned over and picked up his books. When he stood, he leaned in close to Harry so they couldn't be heard by anyone else.
"That one is going to cost you, Potter." With that, he turned and headed into the classroom that Snape had just opened.
Harry sat at his normal potions table in the back of the room, and got back to being mopey. He hated this, why had he lost his temper, and now Draco was going to do something horrible to him. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
Too late, it just happened.
Harry watched in horror as Draco walked over to Ron, making sure Harry was watching his every movement. He watched with a slightly morbid fascination as Draco leaned over, whispering into Ron's ear.
It was a moment later that full reaction took place. Ron jumped away and looked between Harry and Draco with a shocked look on his face, before rushing over to Hermione.
She seemed to have a similar reaction and as Harry watched, they moved to sit closer to the front of the classroom. Draco turned at Harry and smirked his icy smirk before mouthing, "Bad move Potter."
Harry slinked down in his chair and started work on his potion, which turned out even worse then usual.
After class, Harry dashed out of the potions room without even looking back. He decided to take refuge in the library, considering that would be the LAST place his two best friends would think to look for him.
He was sitting in the library, figuring out how long he could last without eating, (he decided on three days, which wasn't nearly long enough) when he was flat on his back, with Ron sitting on top of him.
Now, had he not been his best friend and had he not been so advent on avoiding his aforementioned best friend, he would have found this extremely hot, but at this point in time, he was more concerned with the look he was receiving.
"Harry, you are to get up, eat the sandwich Mione brought you, and talk to us." Ron said crawling off his best friend and sitting in a chair at the table Harry had been sitting at.
Hermione glared at Ron before helping Harry stand up, "What he means, is we are sorry that we reacted the way we did, and we really are sorry about everything."
Harry blinked and then smiled at the two, why had he been so worried about the two of them knowing, they were after all his best friends, it's not like they were going to be angry at him. They would have understood and he realized he should have told them in the first place.
"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it." Harry smiled, accepting the sandwich and eating it quickly, knowing full well if he were to be caught in the library with food, Madam Prince would kill him.
Harry pulled out his Divination homework and started making up false prophecies for the next month.
He could feel the tension growing and looked up at his two best friends, who were also concentrating on their homework in fact, Ron was concentrating much too hard on his homework.
"So, Harry did you really..." Ron started to ask, but was immediately cut off by a very upset Harry.
"YES! I SCREWED DRACO MALFOY! YES I THINK I MIGHT BE IN LOVE WITH HIM!" Harry burst out, falling back into his chair a moment later. He froze and looked at his friend's faces. They both looked shocked and Ron looked slightly disgusted.
"You did what?" Hermione asked after a couple of minutes of shocked silence.
"You... He didn't tell you?" Harry asked shocked, then glanced around quickly to make sure no one else had heard his little outburst.
"You screwed the ferret?" Ron asked blinking in a somewhat dazed state.
"Well, you see..." Harry proceeded to tell his best friends everything that had happened in the span of the last three weeks or so.
After the story was finished, Harry felt a fresh stab of pain in his heart and a fresh batch of hurt coming on. He turned away from his friends quickly.
"I can't believe that that scum!" Hermione burst out, clearly outraged by what she had just heard.
Ron was still simply blinking, Harry could tell however, that no matter how disgusted he was feeling, he was more pissed then anything else.
"Ha and we were worried about..." Ron stopped when he felt a slight glare from Hermione.
Harry glanced between the two of them; both of which were blushing and Harry couldn't help but grin.
"So you two finally..." He started but was cut off, much to his and Ron's surprise by a very upset Hermione.
"We've been dating, for about a month. I'm so sorry we didn't tell you! You just seemed so sad, we thought it might depress you more!" Hermione burst into tears.
Harry smiled at her however, "So, it's finally happened you two are finally together. Thank God, you both have been completely goo-goo eyes for one another I thought it would never happen."
"Well, I wanted to tell you," Ron started but stopped when Hermione glared at him through her tears.
"That's not the point right now," Hermione said wiping her eyes and looking back towards Harry, "Are you okay?"
Harry blinked and his hands twitched a little. He suddenly felt very alone. He truly was happy for Hermione and Ron but now he had no one to be with, and he knew it.
"Harry?" Ron said after Harry didn't respond, but cast his eyes downward. "I'll jinx the rat into last week and then beat him up for you if you'd like."
"No, just forget about it," Harry said, but sent Ron a thankful look all the same.
"Alright Mate, if that's what you really want me to do, I'll leave him alone." Ron said, sitting back in his chair.
The discussion was closed then, and no one objected to going back to the common room and Hermione didn't even object when Ron suggested he verse Harry in chess. Harry was very grateful that for at least one night, he could try to forget.
~*~*~*~Draco's Point of View~*~*~*~
Draco watched Harry mope around the potion's classroom. He watched him mope around the Great Hall, and during Care of Magical Creatures. Draco smirked on the outside, but inside he felt as though he were dying. He hated himself for hurting him, but he knew it was for the best for both of them, no matter what he felt.
The true reason he kept running into Harry was because he wanted to be able to see the boy. He wished with everything he had, that he could actually be nice to him in public, but that wouldn't and couldn't happen.
Draco had to make it look to Harry as though he had told his friends about what had happened between them simply because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have seemed like the old Malfoy. In truth he had confessed to seeing the two snogging behind a tapestry on the third floor and said he had told Harry about it.
Which now that he thought it all the way through, wasn't probably the best thing. The look on Harry's face during the class had the look of horror on it he had never seen. Suppose that Harry decided to ask his friends about it, or try to discuss it with them? That wouldn't proceed well.
It wasn't that Draco minded that the Weasel or Granger knew, it was simply that they would gossip. Plus, he didn't need two angry Gryffindor's after him. That was the last thing he needed right now. Especially if the Slytherins found out, he didn't even want to think of what would happen if they knew. None of them would accept the fact that he screwed a Gryffindor, no matter who it was, or his excuse.
A week after talking to his little friends, Draco noticed something rather unusual; Weasel and Granger were being much colder to him. Now that he thought about it, they had been a lot colder toward him since that day, and this confirmed Draco's worst fear.
They knew.
Another week passed (Another, his Harry was moping week) he couldn't stand the glares or the sad look in Harry's normally happy eyes. He had to tell him the truth.
After a particularly horrible Potion's lesson (Snape had noticed Harry's pouting and knocked off about 35 points for no reason) Draco noticed his opportunity to talk to the Golden Boy. He glanced quickly at Harry and noticed he was having trouble cleaning up his potion's station.
Unfortunately, Ron noticed this as well, and also noticed Draco eyeing Harry.
"Go ahead Mate, I'll finish up." Ron said, giving Harry a friendly pat on the back, which Draco glared at, no one touches his Harry.
Harry nodded glancing at Draco and quickly rushing out the room, not looking back even once.
It was only Draco and the Weasel left in the room.
"So, you know about Harry's little escapade, do you?" Draco said after a moment of silence.
"You are a really skuzzy guy Malfoy. You took something from him and he love's you." Ron fumed and Draco would swear if steam could come out of peoples ears, it would be coming out of the red-heads right now, "You took advantage of his feelings, you lied to get whatever you wanted from him and you broke his bloody heart."
Draco looked at him and felt slightly stunned. The one person was yelling him at he hated more then anyone and he actually cared.
"You are a bastard and frankly, I don't see why Harry likes you still, but he does. We can't get you off his mind, he won't fucking eat or sleep, and when he does sleep he dreams about you. You fucking used him and you don't care."
Draco at this point, got highly pissed. How dare he, How dare he say that Draco didn't care. He was putting up this entire act simply because he did care about Harry.
"Let me tell you something, Weasel," Draco spat, eyes flashing with rage, "I'm doing this to protect him, what would happen if my father found out? Or the Dark Lord, hmm? Why they just might force me to use that to there advantage and turn him in. You honestly think I don't care about him when I would put my life on the line for him? Put me under Veritaserum and I would tell you the same thing." He walked closer to the now unreadable Gryffindor, backing him against a wall and there noses were an inch from touching. "I would leave him, simply because I love him. You would do the same thing for the... for Granger." Draco blinked.
He wasn't about to cry, especially not in front of the Weasel.
~*~*~*~*~Harrys Point of View~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco had just come rushing out of the potions room. Draco had not looked up at Harry, which in Harry's opinion wasn't surprising. What was surprising however, was what he thought he saw.
"Ron, was Draco crying?" Harry asked his best friend, who had the most peculiar expression on his face. They both watched as Draco climbed the stairs towards lunch.
Ron seemed to hesitate before answering, "Sorry Mate, I know he is you're... lover? Crush? The one boy you would love to snog into oblivion? I just had to use the bright eyes curse on him." Ron said laughing and clapping a friendly hand on his back.
"Shut up Ron." Harry said, blushing and looking away.
For a couple of days, Harry noticed that Ron seemed a little sketchy about the topic of the blonde haired Slytherin, not really seeming to be as interested in bashing him as normal.
Things got really weird when Draco passed them in the hallway, called Ron a Weasel, and he didn't even make a come back about him being a ferret. This caught Malfoy off guard as well, and to everyone's surprise he simply walked away.
It was at this point, Harry knew Ron knew something he didn't and it was at this point, Harry decided to figure out what it was.
So, that evening in the common room, Hermione and Harry started a false fight.
"Harry do you know what's wrong with Ron?" Hermione asked loud enough so Ron could hear from his stupor on the couch.
"No, but I will find out, he's been this way since two days ago, after he was left in the potions room with Malfoy." Harry looked at Hermione they both froze.
"He wouldn't!" Harry burst out in immediate defense of Draco.
"I wouldn't put it past him," Hermione shot back but Harry was quick on the up take.
"He isn't THAT cruel, plus what could he do?"
"Harry you are talking about Lucius Malfoy's son! He knows more Dark Curses then...then anyone here! Who knows what he could have done!" Hermione's eyes filled with tears.
Harry couldn't think of a come back, but fortunately was saved when Ron walked over to them.
"Both of you, stop it, Harry's right, he didn't even pull a wand on me." Ron sighed, glancing around the empty common room. "He just told me something that I'm not supposed to share with anyone."
Harry looked at him, smiling at the fact he was right. "Ron, what did he tell you?"
Ron gulped and shook his head.
"Ron, tell me what happened," Harry stepped foreword and pushed Ron into a nearby chair.
Ron shook his head and Harry sighed, climbing into his lap. Ron blushed, but continued to shake his head.
Harry nuzzled against Ron's neck, and Ron blushed furiously, and tried in vain to push Harry off.
"Nope, not until you tell," Harry purred and Ron cracked.
"Alright get off me!" Ron cried and pushed him forcefully, "I give, I'll tell!"
Harry smiled and crawled off Ron's lap, and into the armchair next to him. "Spill," he said simply, and looked at his best friend expectantly.
Ron sighed, praying that he wouldn't get jinxed for this. Not that it really mattered; he could take on that Git Malfoy any day.
"Stop staring into space with that ridiculous grin and tell me what the bloody hell he said." Harry said angrily, glaring daggers at his best friend.
"Well, he told me that Ron said and finished the rest very quickly, He is in love with you, he is only trying to protect you form his dad and He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named."
Harry blinked and felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders and his heart. He smiled a real smile for the first time in days.
"He loves me?" Harry asked smiling blushing and overall acting like a bloody little schoolgirl.
Ron made a gagging noise, and Hermione giggled. Harry just sat in his chair and beamed, in a considerably happier mood then he had been
"We've got an idea, a way I can talk to Draco and make sure he knows how I feel." Harry grinned, "Despite his father and Voldemort."
The three of them huddled together working out the last minute details of the newly formed plan.
~*~*~*~*~Draco's Point of View~*~*~*~*~
After confessing to Weasley his true feelings, he didn't feel better as he thought he would, in fact Draco felt ten times worse. It was as though telling the boy it made it all true and that in turn, caused more pain then he had thought.
At least before their little escapade, there was no knowing that Harry felt the same way Draco did. At least before he hadn't caused Harry a broken heart.
Draco truly would love to go forward with his original plan of telling Harry the reasons they couldn't be together. Explain about Voldemort and his father and the rest of the bloody death eaters. He however, realized something he wished he had truly thought about earlier.
It was safer to keep his mouth shut, than speak his thoughts aloud. Speaking his thoughts aloud hadn't gotten him anywhere so far, so what would they do now? Cause more heartbreak and more pain for both him and the adorable, green-eyed God sitting behind him.
But, he had to have one night. One night when they weren't who they were, The-Boy-Who-Lived and Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater. When they were simply, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, the people, the teenage boys.
Draco blinked when a tiny model of a Firebolt landed on his desk. He saw a tiny piece of parchment attached and he removed it quickly, and couldn't suppress a smile when a familiar voice muttered Accio Firebolt and the tiny broom shot off his desk.
He opened the note and saw Potter's handwriting, if that's what one would call it; it was more like a chicken scrawl
Draco-
Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight, at midnight.
Harry
Draco rolled his eyes and glanced back at Potter, he nodded to show that he would be there.
The rest of the day was spent in a sort of Daze for Draco, who couldn't wait for his little rendezvous that night. He simply went through the motions of his day and when dinner was finished, he was disappointed to find it was only 9:00, which left him with another three hours. He sighed, curling up in the Common Room chair and falling asleep.
When he woke up about two hours later, he decided then would be a good time to leave. He left his wand in the common room, not even thinking that this could possibly be a trap, nor thinking he might be getting set up by Harry's friends.
He didn't consider it that is until he was being held by wand point on top of the astronomy tower with the door magically locked behind him.
"You lied to me," Harry whispered menacingly, taking a step towards Draco who was trying to stay as calm as possible considering the situation. They were in the middle of nowhere, no one could see them, and they couldn't get caught.
Draco, who was as composed as he could be (Like mentioned before) had decided it was safe to speak, "Well, Potter it's not a lie, I'm telling you now I never cared. I did love the free fuck however."
Harry shook his head, edging ever closer to the trembling Malfoy, "You lied to me again Malfoy." When Draco saw Harry's eyes flash, he realized just how close they were.
"As I said before, Boy-Who-Won't-Die, when do I care when I UMHP!" Draco was cut short by lips pressing demandingly against his.
He moaned softly and relaxed kissing Harry back ever so gently, until that is, he realized what the hell he was doing.
It took a couple second for his mind to catch up with his lips, and he shoved Harry backwards, who landed looking hurt.
"Pervert, you think one night makes us lovers? You think one night makes me love you? You were convenient Potter, that was all there was to it." Draco spat shocked at how cold his voice sounded, and felt horrible when he saw Harry jump at the harshness of his tone.
Draco felt himself melt, something that hadn't ever happened before, and even though it wasn't a lot, it was easily enough.
"You don't bloody get it, do you Harry? We can't be together and it has nothing to do with me not wanting you, or you not wanting me. It has to do with our past, our families and the fact that I'm not willing to see you get hurt if we get caught. My father would do anything to turn you into Voldemort, even kill and I can't let that happen. Harry, you're the boy who lived and I'm the son to the scariest wizard's right hand man. It can't happen Harry, not because of feelings, because of my being a worry wart." He felt tears stinging his eyes, but he blinked them away. Malfoys don't show emotion. He had already done that enough.
"Draco, look up at me, look at where we are. You can see everything from the tower here and everything can see us. Draco if I was worried about any of that would I have had you meet me here?" Draco didn't even realize he had been looking down until Harry's hand lifted his head to meet his Green eyes.
He pulled himself from Harry's grasp and walked to the railing of the tower. Staring over he considered what Harry had just said, and he realized it was true. They could be seen and they could see everything. He watched the forbidden forest and jumped when he felt hands circle his waist and turn him around.
"Draco, were 17, we don't have to go home, run away with me." Harry said, pleading with his eyes.
"Harry, he would find me, I'm destined to get the mark, I've been on the list since I was born. I can't just walk away they would need me to take it. You know I can't be a spy my fathers too good at mind reading." Draco hated himself for being so emotional, hated himself for saying what he knew he was going to say next, "Harry I never wanted to take the mark, I never wanted to have to fight and kill you."
He felt himself being pulled tighter into the embrace, and he rested his head on Harry's chest and sighed.
Even though he was currently in the most dangerous position in his life, he couldn't help but think one word, safe.
Harry let out a chocked sob and Draco nuzzled closer attempting to comfort Harry in his own way.
"I love you;" Draco thought desperately, his Malfoy training wouldn't let him say it aloud. "Why must you be who you are, why can't you be someone else?"
"I don't know," Harry said out loud, answering Draco's question without realizing it.
"We could pull the romantic, kill ourselves and prosper together in heaven ending." Draco suggested mockingly, trying to lighten the mood.
He felt Harrys glare into his head and sighed, "I was just joking Potter."
Harry pulled back suddenly, seeming to come to a brilliant idea.
"Draco, we could pull the Romeo and Juliet ending!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with the shine that Draco only saw when he was plotting something devious, and probably dangerous plan.
There was one problem, "Romeo and who?" Draco asked, never having read muggle literature in his life.
Harry smiled and started to tell the basic story of Romeo and Juliet. "You see, Romeo's family hates Juliet's family and vise versa. They meet at this party and fall in love instantly; only Juliet is set to marry this guy named Paris. She doesn't love him at all. So Romeo gets banished from where they live and Juliet is going to be forced to marry Paris, but she is already married to Romeo. So she takes the potion stuff and it makes her look dead, but she isn't really, Romeo is supposed to come back and be there when she wakes up then the two of them run away out of Verona together. Well, the message that Juliet isn't really dead never reaches Romeo, so he thinks she really is dead and kills himself. Juliet wakes up, sees her husband dead, and then kills herself." Harry said all of this in one breath the gleam in his eyes getting brighter.
Draco resisted the urge to pull away, and lost horribly.
"Don't be daft Harry I was kidding," He really did love Harry, but the thought of plummeting off the Astronomy Tower was a little much.
"Draco, I'm not saying we actually kill ourselves, we do what Juliet did, pretend to be dead." Harry said, smiling, "No, listen the only two people who know were up here are Ron and Hermione, I send them Hedwig with a note telling them some horror story that I killed you or something in the woods, then the bodies got eaten. We run away and no one knows we were even alive." Harry said, smiling at his brilliance.
Draco paused for a moment, thinking of something, anything wrong with this completely wild plan. He finally came up with something, then answered his own question.
"Malfoy Manor in America. We could go and stay there; father never uses it, and keeps it for tax purposes of some sort. We would be safe there." Malfoy was wrapped back in Harry's arms.
"Are you sure you want this Draco?" Harry asked.
"As sure as I've ever been or ever will be."
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"So Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter slept together, confessed love to one another, only Mr. Malfoy's proved to be false. Then, Harry confessed his feelings to you two, then preceded to kill Mr. Malfoy in the woods, then in a Romeo and Juliet like fashion, kill himself?" Dumbledore questioned a teary eyed Hermione and a somber looking Ron.
"Yes sir, Harry said ~sniffle~ that if he couldn't have Malfoy ~sniffle~ No one else could." Hermione burst out into fresh sobs and Ron patted her hand.
"We tried to stop him sir, but he jinxed us, by the time we reached them it was to late." Ron said shaking his head sadly.
Dumbledore smiled at the two.
"I do hope the two lovebirds find their way to where they're going safely." The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was highly apparent.
Ron and Hermione looked at him, eyes bugging out of their heads. Hermione had stopped crying and was looking at Dumbledore in shock.
"Wow, how did you know?" She finally managed to ask.
"Call it, headmaster's intuition, if you will."
THE END
The sequel will be up when I get the time to type it!