Revenge

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Chapter Two - I’ve thought about you…a lot

The next day, Harry’s boss informed him he was to stay a second night at Draco’s and that neither of them were to leave the apartment, except for under life threatening circumstances. Draco let Colin know he would not be coming into work and spent the day going through his business accounts. Harry, on the other hand, spent the day browsing through Draco’s extensive book collection. He had acquired most of them from Malfoy Manor. The blond had decided his childhood home held to many memories; both good and bad, so he had sold the place after his parents had received the dementor’s kiss. They had having both been captured during the final battle, which had taken place half way through Draco’s final year at Hogwarts.

The day passed quickly, without much interaction between the two boys. They prepared dinner together, however ate in silence. Later that evening Draco entered the living room, where Harry was sat looking at a book.

“Fancy a drink?” he asked, placing two glasses and a bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey onto the coffee table.

Harry looked up, “I can’t, I’m meant to be working.”

“A couple won’t hurt, will it?” Draco pouted.

“It’d get me fired if my boss found out,” Harry smiled.

Draco relented, “okay, well do you want anything else, tea? Coffee?”

“No, I’m fine thanks,” he replied.

Draco poured himself a small glass of the firewhiskey and sat down at the opposite end of the couch Harry was sitting on.

“What are you reading?” Draco asked.

“It’s a book on modern Muggle art. One that a few years ago, I would never have imagined you owning,” answered Harry.

“I happen to like Muggle art, thank you very much, and the only reason I wouldn’t have owned the book back then was Lucius.” Draco had called his father by his given name for the past few years. He hated to be associated with the man who had bullied him into being a snotty, arrogant, muggle-hating kid. That had started to change however during his sixth year at Hogwarts, and by the seventh year, Draco had re-invented himself; become his own person. He had no reason to hate Muggles or Muggle-born witches and wizards; his father had forced him to hate them. This had all led to his alliance with Harry and his acceptance into Dumbledore’s Army. Not before an extreme amount of apologizing though, especially to one Ronald Weasley and one Hermione Granger, who had both graciously, if not cautiously, accepted.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything…” Harry began.

“It’s okay,” Draco interrupted. He knew Harry had been teasing, but he truly regretted the attitude he had during his first five years of school and hated to be reminded of it.

Harry placed the book back into its slot on the bookshelf, when he sat back down; he looked like he was in two minds about something. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, which made Draco think he looked like a fish, eventually he spoke, “where were you?” he asked, “When we got off the train at King’s Cross last year? I looked for you but…” Harry trailed off.

“I left. There didn’t seem much point in hanging around. I had things to sort out at the Manor and wanted to get them over as quickly as possible.” he replied, avoiding Harry’s gaze and examining his fingernails.

“I wanted to talk, but I couldn’t find you,” Harry sighed, “after that I thought about writing to you, but I never thought you would read my letters, let alone answer them.”

Draco looked up at Harry, “what did you want to talk about?” he asked, fairly strained.

“Us,” Harry simply replied.

“There was never an ‘us’, Harry,” Draco countered.

“There could have been,” he retorted, his emerald eyes staring straight into Draco’s grey ones.

The blond blinked and averted his gaze, “could there?” he asked in a small voice. He didn’t want to know of the missed opportunity, didn’t want to know there could have been a chance.

Harry nodded, “I’ve thought about you…a lot since Hogwarts. I missed you.”

Draco was silent for a moment, and then with his head still bowed, he quietly admitted, “I missed you too.”

“Really?” Harry asked his voice full of hope.

“Yeah,” Draco wanted to say more, but his mouth betrayed him. He wanted to yell at Harry for hurting him, but he stayed silent.

“You’re not seeing anyone at the moment, are you?” Harry carefully asked.

“You hurt me Harry,” Draco said completely ignoring the question, “I told you how I felt, and you kissed me, and then you just left. You didn’t say a thing; you just left me standing there on top of the Astronomy Tower. I spent the rest of the night there, just sat thinking about you and how I had screwed everything up. Then you completely ignored me all the way home on the train the day after. You know, I didn’t think I was capable of love until I fell for you. So forgive me if I didn’t wait around for something I never thought I would get,” Draco had stood up and his volume had risen significantly during his rant.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, weakly.

“You’re sorry?” Draco snapped, “You tore my heart out and all you have to say is you’re sorry.”

Harry stoop up coming face to face with Draco, “What do you want me to say Draco? Huh? I wish I could go back in time and change things, but I can’t. I am sorry I ran and I am sorry I couldn’t face up to my feelings. Running was the most stupid decision I have ever made in my life and I’ve regretted it ever since,” he snapped back.

Draco tried to calm himself down by taking a few deep breaths. Harry was standing quite close to him and his recent outburst had caused his face to flush. The brunette took a step forward and Draco noticed Harry’s gaze drop to his lips. His tongue unconsciously darted out to moisten them. Harry was leaning forward with heavy lidded eyes, his hand had found its way onto Draco’s hip, and Draco felt his own eyes drift slowly shut. Just as Harry’s lips were ghosting over Draco’s, there was a loud CRACK followed by a BANG as the front door was torn of its hinges and landed with a loud THUMP onto the apartment floor.

Both boys jumped apart and Harry pulled his wand out from its usual place, the waistband of his trousers, and grabbed Draco’s arm with the other hand. Draco noticed Harry utter a spell, but did not quite hear what he said. The blond felt his own wand in his pocket but before he managed to get it out he felt a familiar pull in his body and just had time to realize Harry was Apparating them both before he noticed the scenery change. He didn’t even know if the spell Harry had used had hit any of the hooded figures that were invading his apartment.

Draco looked around, it was the middle of the night and Harry had apparently taken him to the countryside, where the only light was from the half-full moon sitting in the sky. Draco felt frustrated, he was in the middle of nowhere, someone wanted him dead, and Harry was still holding his arm.