The Killing Power of Love

When the food arrived Draco nodded his thanks to the waitress, before picking up his napkin and placing it in his lap. Picking up his fork he cut into his eggs. Bringing he fork to his mouth he noticed Harry hadn’t moved to touch his plate.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Draco knew the answer before he asked.

“Draco, I feel him again. He’s there, lurking just beneath the surface.” Harry put his head in he hands. “I can’t even stand you being polite to a waitress. A goddamn fucking waitress.”

When he looked up Draco could see the anguish in his eyes. He reached out to touch him but Harry moved to avoiding the contact.

“When I think about what I did to you I want to hurt myself. But when I think about you laughing with someone else, touching someone else I want to hurt you even more.”

He bought his hand up to touch Draco’s neck. Skimming the skin lightly where the bruises had been but long since faded. He rubbed his own face before shoving a hand through his hair.

Draco looked away before taking a sip of his earl grey. He knew where this conversation was going. It was the conversation they had had nearly 7 years ago. Harry always claimed that he wasn’t good enough for Draco. Draco always denied the claim, stating that Harry was just right for him. He also didn’t think that he had any of his father in him, his real father anyway.

Draco waited patiently for Harry to say more. Harry rarely talked to him anymore. Not real conversation anyway. And when he did it was overly polite. He made sure the love he felt for the brunet showed in his eyes.

Harry smiled at him instead, before picking up his fork and beginning to eat. He had finally relaxed enough to enjoy the moment. He looked away from the blond and down at his plate, a thoughtful look played across his tanned face. A face that showed nothing of the man who had fathered him.

Draco let his eyes linger on the scar for a bit…well almost nothing.


“Harry what are you so afraid of?” Draco asked holding on to Harry’s wrist. He tugged to get Harry to look at him but the burnet seemed to be avoiding eye contact at all cost. After all they had just shared Draco couldn’t believe that Harry wouldn’t talk to him.

Harry tugged his arm out of the blond’s grasp. He turned away, so his back was facing Draco. Taking a deep breath he fortified himself. “I never told you what happened. No one knew what happened.” Harry spun on the blond. “They just know that I killed Tom, but not why. They never cared why. They just took me as a hero." Harry trailed off looking angry.

"Just talk to me. I’m here and I want to understand why you’re so ready to walk away?! From me, from what we have, from what we could be.” Draco was on the verge of tears and he care. He just wanted to know, to understand it all, to understand Harry.

I was 14 when Tom came back from the last war.” Harry stopped abruptly.

“That was around the time your mother left you father, right?

“That’s just it. James isn’t my father. He’s just the man who stepped in when my father left.” He shook his head in annoyance. “My mother left James because Tom was coming back. He was the man my mother loved. He was the man who fathered me.” There was anger in his eyes now.

Draco moved forward in the pregnant silence, wanting to comfort him but wanting him to finish his tale. Before he knew what was happening Harry was on the floor in tears. Draco wasted no time rushing to him and holding him in his arms. He gently rocked him until the tears subsided.

Draco smiled at the memory. It was the first time Harry had broken down around him. It was the first and last time Harry had let him hold him in a time of need.

Draco finished his cup of tea and sat back to watch Harry. He looked so relaxesd and together. So unlike how he’d been all those years ago...