Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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Whatever It Takes
Chapter Number/Total: 28/37
Chapter Title: Whatever It Takes
Words: 2671 Words
Harry was looking around and keeping an eye out for people as Hermione prepared to climb into the humpbacked witch to sneak into Honeydukes . She was wearing his Invisibility Cloak, so he couldn't see her, but he could still hear her of course. "Hermione, you have no idea how much this means to me," he said quietly, still looking around.
Hermione moved toward Harry and gave him an invisible hug. "You know I don't mind," she said firmly.
He smiled down at the air in front of him. "You're brilliant," he said fondly.
She gave Harry one last squeeze before actually moving her hand over and giving Draco a very quick squeeze on the arm as well.
Draco nodded. "Good luck, Granger."
"Thanks," she said, finally climbing up and then she was gone.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, just to make sure. There was no answer, and he knew she had left. He sighed with relief and turned to Draco.
Draco studied the empty passage. "How many secret passages do you know around here?"
"All of them," Harry said simply.
Draco regarded him for a moment, raising one eyebrow. "How?"
"My map," Harry said, shrugging. There were so many things that Draco didn't know about him and probably so many things that he didn't know about Draco. "I have a map of Hogwarts that shows where everyone is in the castle, and it shows all the secret passages. I know all of them, unless there are some that aren't on there."
Draco stared at him, spending a minute thinking about what Harry had said, and he finally realised he wasn't kidding. "Bloody hell," he cursed, shaking his head. "No wonder."
Harry chuckled, but then thought that they were wasting time just standing there. "Let's go to the library," he said.
"Do you have the map on you?" Draco asked, ignoring the library suggestion.
Harry frowned. "No, but that isn't important right now. Let's go to the library."
Draco frowned, leaning against the wall. "Why the library?”
Harry looked at Draco as if to say, 'Why do you think?' "I would think it'd be pretty obvious," he said, eyebrow raised.
"There is nothing in the library that will help us," Draco drawled. "Let's go back to our room."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You don't know that," he said. "You said yourself you might have missed something."
"I was being polite," Draco sneered. "This is a waste of time. I would rather enjoy what time I have left than spend it in the library."
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "We're going to the library," he said slowly and angrily. "You might have missed something."
"Is that an order?" Draco hissed.
"Draco, stop being an idiot!" Harry said furiously. "You won't let me do anything to help you. You won't tell me what the hell's going on with most of this, you won't tell me who you're bloody supposed to kill, and now you won't let me go to the library to see if I can find something that'll help you? Why are you being this way?"
Draco scowled, turned and walked away.
Harry nearly roared with fury. "Stop being an arsehole!" he yelled, walking after him.
Draco stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn and didn't say a word.
Harry wondered if that had been a command. He walked the rest of the way forward and stood in front of Draco so that he had to face him. "Why are you being this way?" he spat again.
Draco closed his eyes, refusing to look at Harry, his hands clenched at his sides. He was trembling.
Harry growled with frustration. "Look at me, talk to me!" he shouted angrily, glaring.
Draco's eyes snapped open but narrowed angrily. "What should I say?"
"Why the hell don't you want to go to the library? Why don't you want me to help you?"
"Release me, Harry," Draco hissed, glaring at him.
"No!" Harry yelled, beyond himself at this point.
"You are just going to make it worse," Draco hissed. "That's why!"
"How am I going to make it worse? What's so wrong with wanting to do whatever I can to keep you alive?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you are shouting at me in the middle of the hall," Draco said, voice low and dangerous-sounding. "Do you really want to humiliate me on top of everything else?"
Harry closed his eyes and took several deep breaths through his nose. "Fine," he said finally, more calmly, though his voice was still shaking with anger. "We'll go up to the bloody room then, but don't think for one second that I'm letting this go. You can stop doing what I said to do."
Draco's head fell back and his eyes closed. He took several large breaths, trying to calm himself. No one ever got to him the way Potter ... Harry did.
Harry turned on the spot and began walking quickly towards Gryffindor Tower. He was so angry he wanted to hit something.
When he thought he had enough control to maintain his face, Draco followed him. He did not run, but he kept Harry in sight as they made their way to the tower.
Harry made it up to their room a minute before Draco, he had gone so quickly, and he kicked hard at their bed. He turned and faced the door, waiting for Draco to come up.
The other students were at the Quidditch match, so the Gryffindor common room was empty. Draco was relieved. He made his way up the stairs and finally stood in the doorway of their room, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed while staring past Harry at nothing in particular.
Harry glared at Draco for a moment, waiting for him to say something. "Well?" he asked angrily.
Draco pushed off from the frame and shut the door, leaning against it instead. "I am ... gratified that you want me to live," he said, "but I can't want it with you."
Harry threw his hands out in frustration. "What the hell?" he yelled. "You want to die? Are you bloody mental?"
Draco shook his head, staring at the floor and sighing. "No, I don't want to die. I just don't want to want what I can't have."
"But you can have it!" Harry said desperately. "You can if you'd just let me help you. You've already given up and you still have an entire month. Why won't you just tell me who you're supposed to kill!? I said it before, but do you know what kind of difference that could make? What if they could help or something? Why won't you tell Dumbledore or anyone?"
"Not won't. Can't." Draco sighed. He walked across the room and stood looking out the window at the Hogwarts grounds. He could imagine he heard the cheers of the Quidditch pitch. "The spell doesn't allow me to say who it is."
Harry closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Why didn't you tell me that before?" he asked.
"I did," Draco said quietly. "And it isn't a month. It is twenty-six days."
Harry fell onto the bed and dropped his face into his hands. "I don't know what to do," he said quietly after a moment.
Draco turned and looked at Harry, shaking his head. He walked forward and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of him and laid his forehead against Harry's hands.
Harry didn't know how long they stayed like that. "I've fallen in love with you, Draco," he said in a voice that implied he still couldn't accept what Draco was trying to tell him. "I'm in love with you."
Draco didn't know how such simple words could fill him with so much joy and so much pain at the same time. The conflicting feelings were like a whirlwind that threatened to tear him into pieces. He didn't even realise he was crying again until the tears dripped from his face and onto his hands in his lap.
"I'm in love with you," Harry said again, sliding down from the bed to be on the floor with Draco. He threw his arms around his shoulders and felt silent tears running down his cheeks as well. "You can't do this to me," he whispered.
"I am too selfish to apologise," Draco said, his arms encircling Harry's waist. "I'm glad you love me. I don't want to hurt you. But I don't want to give you up either. I'm in love with you, Harry. I want to spend what time I have enjoying that. Is that so difficult to understand?"
Harry didn't answer, he couldn't. It hurt too much, everything hurt too much. He held Draco to him and simply cried silently. He hadn't cried so much in his entire life.
"Make love to me," Draco whispered, his own tears still wet on his face. "I promise to work with Granger when she brings the books back. In the meantime, just let me forget for a while and enjoy being alive."
Harry held Draco for a few more minutes before kissing him, still crying. His heart hurt, actually hurt. He would give this to Draco if that was what he wanted.
Draco licked the salt from Harry's lips, tasting again their mingled tears. He slid one of his knees between Harry's so that they could be closer.
Harry gripped Draco's robes in his fists. He felt desperate, desperate for something he knew wouldn't be given to him, and it felt like he was going mad, like he already was mad. He felt like Draco was leaving him, like this might be his last time with him, and he sobbed harder, kissing Draco.
Draco surrendered to the pressure of Harry's kiss, unsure what to do to help calm the other boy.
"Don't leave me," Harry whispered against Draco's lips, gripping his robes even harder. "Please, don't leave me."
"Shh, Harry," Draco soothed, starting to cry again too. He wanted to promise Harry to be there beside him, to spend the summer making love, to celebrate their coming of age. Hell, even to fight the Dark Lord together. He wanted to promise him anything he wanted. He wanted him to be happy. And he wanted to be happy too. But Draco Malfoy didn't make promises he couldn't keep.
Harry felt like he couldn't breathe, he might've even stopped, but that wasn't likely as the tears still fell from his face. He could hear himself gasping, but he could feel nothing but Draco. He didn't know how it happened, but they had somehow ended up lying on the floor, Harry over top of Draco, still kissing him, along his neck now, and across every inch of his face.
Draco lay under Harry, his face turned in wonder toward him, feeling tears and kisses raining upon his face. It was the saddest and most beautiful sight he could imagine. He rested his hands on Harry's hips, holding them tight as if to anchor them both.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck as he began trying to undo the clasps of his robes. He still couldn't breathe. He couldn't think about anything except how much he didn't want Draco to leave him, how much he wanted to be with him forever, how much he still couldn't accept that Draco thought everything was a lost cause. He got the robes open, shaking. He fumbled with the buttons on Draco's shirt, picking his head up to stare at them while he tried to pry them open. His hands were shaking so badly he could hardly do it.
Draco brought his hands to cover Harry's, taking them in his own and kissing them before setting them down beside him. Then, his eyes on Harry's, he began to unbutton his own shirt.
Harry allowed Draco to move his hands, and he bowed his head, taking gasping breaths from his crying. This wasn't fair. Why did everything Harry loved have to be taken from him? Why couldn't he just be normal? There were so many questions that could never be answered. He tried to take his own robes off, but could barely manage that as well, and he gave up, simply fumbling with his trousers now.
Draco had finished his own shirt buttons but frowned at Harry. He reached again for the other boy's hands. "Stop," he said quietly. He spent a minute lying there looking up at Harry. At that moment, it occurred to Draco that he might even be able to kill for Harry. It was a frightening thought, but it was somehow reassuring to know that it wasn't just a matter of cowardice that kept him from completing his mission. "I will do it," he said simply. "Whatever it takes, I will do what you want, Harry."
Harry didn't know what to say to that, because he didn't truly know what Draco meant. Nothing was making sense to him, but Draco's words made him collapse against him, sobbing harder than ever. He cried into his chest and neck, his fingers clenching in Draco's robes material that was still surrounding them.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, stroking his hair and making soothing noises. "Hush, love," Draco said.
Harry cried for a long time, he wasn't sure how long exactly, long enough so that he was still taking random gasping breaths even after he'd stopped crying. He was just lying there now, staring ahead at nothing, his eyes wide and disbelieving.
Having made up his mind to try to live, Draco found himself feeling strangely quiet and distant from his own feelings. He held Harry, continuing to pet him and soothe him.
Once Harry's breathing had finally returned to normal, he closed his eyes. He didn't know what to say now. He didn't know if he should say anything. "I love you," he mouthed silently, even though there was no way Draco could've heard him, as he couldn't even find his voice.
"Do you still want to go to the library and see what we can find?" Draco asked when it seemed that Harry was calmer.
Harry shrugged. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. What if it really was a lost cause and he wasted his time with Draco looking in books that couldn't do anything to help him? He couldn't bear the thought, and yet he still couldn't give up, even if some of that anger had died.
"Come on, Harry," Draco encouraged. "Let's go see what we can find."
Harry closed his eyes again and sighed, before giving a very small nod. He weakly pushed himself from Draco and the floor and got to his feet, staring at nothing in particular.
Draco got up and began re-buttoning his shirt. He watched Harry, a small worried frown on his face. "Harry?" he said, trying to bring him back from wherever he had gone.
Harry glanced at Draco. "Hmm?" he asked with another weak sigh.
"We can stay here if you want," Draco offered. "Or we can go try to work on the problem."
Harry sat on the bed and looked down at his legs. "I don't know," he said quietly. "What do you want to do?"
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Draco snapped. "Make up your mind! First, you get mad at me for not trying. Now, look at you. I guess I am dead already then."
Harry sighed. He didn't have the emotional strength to have a row again. "Let's go to the damn library then," he said, not really sounding angry, but perhaps just a tad.
Draco finished re-dressing himself and stood with hands on hips, looking down at Harry. He didn't really know what to do with a Harry who didn't push back when pushed. It confused and scared him. He wished Granger would get back. Merlin, he thought, I have gone mental.
Harry got heavily to his feet, walked out the door and headed down the stairs. He paused at the bottom to wait for Draco.
Draco shook his head, following him.
Chapter Title: Whatever It Takes
Words: 2671 Words
Harry was looking around and keeping an eye out for people as Hermione prepared to climb into the humpbacked witch to sneak into Honeydukes . She was wearing his Invisibility Cloak, so he couldn't see her, but he could still hear her of course. "Hermione, you have no idea how much this means to me," he said quietly, still looking around.
Hermione moved toward Harry and gave him an invisible hug. "You know I don't mind," she said firmly.
He smiled down at the air in front of him. "You're brilliant," he said fondly.
She gave Harry one last squeeze before actually moving her hand over and giving Draco a very quick squeeze on the arm as well.
Draco nodded. "Good luck, Granger."
"Thanks," she said, finally climbing up and then she was gone.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, just to make sure. There was no answer, and he knew she had left. He sighed with relief and turned to Draco.
Draco studied the empty passage. "How many secret passages do you know around here?"
"All of them," Harry said simply.
Draco regarded him for a moment, raising one eyebrow. "How?"
"My map," Harry said, shrugging. There were so many things that Draco didn't know about him and probably so many things that he didn't know about Draco. "I have a map of Hogwarts that shows where everyone is in the castle, and it shows all the secret passages. I know all of them, unless there are some that aren't on there."
Draco stared at him, spending a minute thinking about what Harry had said, and he finally realised he wasn't kidding. "Bloody hell," he cursed, shaking his head. "No wonder."
Harry chuckled, but then thought that they were wasting time just standing there. "Let's go to the library," he said.
"Do you have the map on you?" Draco asked, ignoring the library suggestion.
Harry frowned. "No, but that isn't important right now. Let's go to the library."
Draco frowned, leaning against the wall. "Why the library?”
Harry looked at Draco as if to say, 'Why do you think?' "I would think it'd be pretty obvious," he said, eyebrow raised.
"There is nothing in the library that will help us," Draco drawled. "Let's go back to our room."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You don't know that," he said. "You said yourself you might have missed something."
"I was being polite," Draco sneered. "This is a waste of time. I would rather enjoy what time I have left than spend it in the library."
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "We're going to the library," he said slowly and angrily. "You might have missed something."
"Is that an order?" Draco hissed.
"Draco, stop being an idiot!" Harry said furiously. "You won't let me do anything to help you. You won't tell me what the hell's going on with most of this, you won't tell me who you're bloody supposed to kill, and now you won't let me go to the library to see if I can find something that'll help you? Why are you being this way?"
Draco scowled, turned and walked away.
Harry nearly roared with fury. "Stop being an arsehole!" he yelled, walking after him.
Draco stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn and didn't say a word.
Harry wondered if that had been a command. He walked the rest of the way forward and stood in front of Draco so that he had to face him. "Why are you being this way?" he spat again.
Draco closed his eyes, refusing to look at Harry, his hands clenched at his sides. He was trembling.
Harry growled with frustration. "Look at me, talk to me!" he shouted angrily, glaring.
Draco's eyes snapped open but narrowed angrily. "What should I say?"
"Why the hell don't you want to go to the library? Why don't you want me to help you?"
"Release me, Harry," Draco hissed, glaring at him.
"No!" Harry yelled, beyond himself at this point.
"You are just going to make it worse," Draco hissed. "That's why!"
"How am I going to make it worse? What's so wrong with wanting to do whatever I can to keep you alive?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you are shouting at me in the middle of the hall," Draco said, voice low and dangerous-sounding. "Do you really want to humiliate me on top of everything else?"
Harry closed his eyes and took several deep breaths through his nose. "Fine," he said finally, more calmly, though his voice was still shaking with anger. "We'll go up to the bloody room then, but don't think for one second that I'm letting this go. You can stop doing what I said to do."
Draco's head fell back and his eyes closed. He took several large breaths, trying to calm himself. No one ever got to him the way Potter ... Harry did.
Harry turned on the spot and began walking quickly towards Gryffindor Tower. He was so angry he wanted to hit something.
When he thought he had enough control to maintain his face, Draco followed him. He did not run, but he kept Harry in sight as they made their way to the tower.
Harry made it up to their room a minute before Draco, he had gone so quickly, and he kicked hard at their bed. He turned and faced the door, waiting for Draco to come up.
The other students were at the Quidditch match, so the Gryffindor common room was empty. Draco was relieved. He made his way up the stairs and finally stood in the doorway of their room, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed while staring past Harry at nothing in particular.
Harry glared at Draco for a moment, waiting for him to say something. "Well?" he asked angrily.
Draco pushed off from the frame and shut the door, leaning against it instead. "I am ... gratified that you want me to live," he said, "but I can't want it with you."
Harry threw his hands out in frustration. "What the hell?" he yelled. "You want to die? Are you bloody mental?"
Draco shook his head, staring at the floor and sighing. "No, I don't want to die. I just don't want to want what I can't have."
"But you can have it!" Harry said desperately. "You can if you'd just let me help you. You've already given up and you still have an entire month. Why won't you just tell me who you're supposed to kill!? I said it before, but do you know what kind of difference that could make? What if they could help or something? Why won't you tell Dumbledore or anyone?"
"Not won't. Can't." Draco sighed. He walked across the room and stood looking out the window at the Hogwarts grounds. He could imagine he heard the cheers of the Quidditch pitch. "The spell doesn't allow me to say who it is."
Harry closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Why didn't you tell me that before?" he asked.
"I did," Draco said quietly. "And it isn't a month. It is twenty-six days."
Harry fell onto the bed and dropped his face into his hands. "I don't know what to do," he said quietly after a moment.
Draco turned and looked at Harry, shaking his head. He walked forward and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of him and laid his forehead against Harry's hands.
Harry didn't know how long they stayed like that. "I've fallen in love with you, Draco," he said in a voice that implied he still couldn't accept what Draco was trying to tell him. "I'm in love with you."
Draco didn't know how such simple words could fill him with so much joy and so much pain at the same time. The conflicting feelings were like a whirlwind that threatened to tear him into pieces. He didn't even realise he was crying again until the tears dripped from his face and onto his hands in his lap.
"I'm in love with you," Harry said again, sliding down from the bed to be on the floor with Draco. He threw his arms around his shoulders and felt silent tears running down his cheeks as well. "You can't do this to me," he whispered.
"I am too selfish to apologise," Draco said, his arms encircling Harry's waist. "I'm glad you love me. I don't want to hurt you. But I don't want to give you up either. I'm in love with you, Harry. I want to spend what time I have enjoying that. Is that so difficult to understand?"
Harry didn't answer, he couldn't. It hurt too much, everything hurt too much. He held Draco to him and simply cried silently. He hadn't cried so much in his entire life.
"Make love to me," Draco whispered, his own tears still wet on his face. "I promise to work with Granger when she brings the books back. In the meantime, just let me forget for a while and enjoy being alive."
Harry held Draco for a few more minutes before kissing him, still crying. His heart hurt, actually hurt. He would give this to Draco if that was what he wanted.
Draco licked the salt from Harry's lips, tasting again their mingled tears. He slid one of his knees between Harry's so that they could be closer.
Harry gripped Draco's robes in his fists. He felt desperate, desperate for something he knew wouldn't be given to him, and it felt like he was going mad, like he already was mad. He felt like Draco was leaving him, like this might be his last time with him, and he sobbed harder, kissing Draco.
Draco surrendered to the pressure of Harry's kiss, unsure what to do to help calm the other boy.
"Don't leave me," Harry whispered against Draco's lips, gripping his robes even harder. "Please, don't leave me."
"Shh, Harry," Draco soothed, starting to cry again too. He wanted to promise Harry to be there beside him, to spend the summer making love, to celebrate their coming of age. Hell, even to fight the Dark Lord together. He wanted to promise him anything he wanted. He wanted him to be happy. And he wanted to be happy too. But Draco Malfoy didn't make promises he couldn't keep.
Harry felt like he couldn't breathe, he might've even stopped, but that wasn't likely as the tears still fell from his face. He could hear himself gasping, but he could feel nothing but Draco. He didn't know how it happened, but they had somehow ended up lying on the floor, Harry over top of Draco, still kissing him, along his neck now, and across every inch of his face.
Draco lay under Harry, his face turned in wonder toward him, feeling tears and kisses raining upon his face. It was the saddest and most beautiful sight he could imagine. He rested his hands on Harry's hips, holding them tight as if to anchor them both.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck as he began trying to undo the clasps of his robes. He still couldn't breathe. He couldn't think about anything except how much he didn't want Draco to leave him, how much he wanted to be with him forever, how much he still couldn't accept that Draco thought everything was a lost cause. He got the robes open, shaking. He fumbled with the buttons on Draco's shirt, picking his head up to stare at them while he tried to pry them open. His hands were shaking so badly he could hardly do it.
Draco brought his hands to cover Harry's, taking them in his own and kissing them before setting them down beside him. Then, his eyes on Harry's, he began to unbutton his own shirt.
Harry allowed Draco to move his hands, and he bowed his head, taking gasping breaths from his crying. This wasn't fair. Why did everything Harry loved have to be taken from him? Why couldn't he just be normal? There were so many questions that could never be answered. He tried to take his own robes off, but could barely manage that as well, and he gave up, simply fumbling with his trousers now.
Draco had finished his own shirt buttons but frowned at Harry. He reached again for the other boy's hands. "Stop," he said quietly. He spent a minute lying there looking up at Harry. At that moment, it occurred to Draco that he might even be able to kill for Harry. It was a frightening thought, but it was somehow reassuring to know that it wasn't just a matter of cowardice that kept him from completing his mission. "I will do it," he said simply. "Whatever it takes, I will do what you want, Harry."
Harry didn't know what to say to that, because he didn't truly know what Draco meant. Nothing was making sense to him, but Draco's words made him collapse against him, sobbing harder than ever. He cried into his chest and neck, his fingers clenching in Draco's robes material that was still surrounding them.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, stroking his hair and making soothing noises. "Hush, love," Draco said.
Harry cried for a long time, he wasn't sure how long exactly, long enough so that he was still taking random gasping breaths even after he'd stopped crying. He was just lying there now, staring ahead at nothing, his eyes wide and disbelieving.
Having made up his mind to try to live, Draco found himself feeling strangely quiet and distant from his own feelings. He held Harry, continuing to pet him and soothe him.
Once Harry's breathing had finally returned to normal, he closed his eyes. He didn't know what to say now. He didn't know if he should say anything. "I love you," he mouthed silently, even though there was no way Draco could've heard him, as he couldn't even find his voice.
"Do you still want to go to the library and see what we can find?" Draco asked when it seemed that Harry was calmer.
Harry shrugged. He didn't know what he wanted anymore. What if it really was a lost cause and he wasted his time with Draco looking in books that couldn't do anything to help him? He couldn't bear the thought, and yet he still couldn't give up, even if some of that anger had died.
"Come on, Harry," Draco encouraged. "Let's go see what we can find."
Harry closed his eyes again and sighed, before giving a very small nod. He weakly pushed himself from Draco and the floor and got to his feet, staring at nothing in particular.
Draco got up and began re-buttoning his shirt. He watched Harry, a small worried frown on his face. "Harry?" he said, trying to bring him back from wherever he had gone.
Harry glanced at Draco. "Hmm?" he asked with another weak sigh.
"We can stay here if you want," Draco offered. "Or we can go try to work on the problem."
Harry sat on the bed and looked down at his legs. "I don't know," he said quietly. "What do you want to do?"
"Bloody hell, Harry!" Draco snapped. "Make up your mind! First, you get mad at me for not trying. Now, look at you. I guess I am dead already then."
Harry sighed. He didn't have the emotional strength to have a row again. "Let's go to the damn library then," he said, not really sounding angry, but perhaps just a tad.
Draco finished re-dressing himself and stood with hands on hips, looking down at Harry. He didn't really know what to do with a Harry who didn't push back when pushed. It confused and scared him. He wished Granger would get back. Merlin, he thought, I have gone mental.
Harry got heavily to his feet, walked out the door and headed down the stairs. He paused at the bottom to wait for Draco.
Draco shook his head, following him.