Revenge

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character, places, etc. I merely borrow them. I will give them back…I promise.


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Chapter Three: 24 Huckleberry Lane.

Draco stared down at where Harry’s hand was still gripping his arm. He could feel the brunette’s heat seeping through the thin layer of robes he was wearing, and it was burning him. Harry noticed Draco’s stare and hastily removed his hand.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Where are we?” the blond asked, looking everywhere but at Harry.

“We are going to one of the safest places I know. Just as soon as I find…” Harry trailed off as he began searching the edge of the small sandy pathway that he and Draco where stood on. “Ha, here’s the little bugger.” Harry bent over to retrieve a, supposedly, random stone off the floor. Draco tried to refrain from gaping at the other boy’s bottom but found it hard to tear his eyes away from the perfect roundness.

As Harry straightened out the blond quickly snapped his head in the opposite direction, praying Harry had not seen the direction of his previous gaze.

If Harry had noticed he didn’t seem fazed by it, “You need to touch this.” Draco looked from the stone, to Harry, and back to the stone again, before finally placing one slim, delicate finger onto the grubby looking thing in the other boy’s hand.

“24 Huckleberry Lane,” Harry said. Suddenly, where just a second ago, there had been empty black fields, was now a small cottage which was in complete darkness, except for one downstairs window.

Draco followed Harry up the stony garden pathway and stood behind him when they reached the front door, where Harry knocked loudly.

The door swung open, spilling a pool of light out into the garden. A girl stood in the doorway, and Draco instantly recognized her as the D.A. member, Luna Lovegood.

“Harry!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around the boy.

“Hey Luna,” he greeted, returning the hug.

As she stepped away from Harry, Luna noticed a second person on her doorstep.

“Draco?” she questioned. Draco looked up at her, giving her a small smile.

“Hi,” he managed to say before she enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Where have you been? We’ve all missed you. You can’t save a girl's life one year then disappear off the face of the Earth the next.”

“I never disappeared Luna, everyone else did,” he uttered.

“You did so disappear. No one could find you at Kings Cross last year. Harry had everyone looking for you.” The brunette ducked his head, unsuccessfully, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

“I’ve been working on Diagon Alley for the past year. It’s not like I’ve been hard to find,” the comment was more for Harry’s ears than Luna’s.

“Oh well, you’re here now, and I’ve left you stood on the doorstep. Sorry. Come in,” she smiled. Both boys stepped in and entered the kitchen were the light was shining.

“So what brings you two here at this time of night?” Luna asked as she began preparing tea.

“There are some remaining Death Eaters after Draco,” Harry hoped the blond didn’t mind him telling Luna. After all they were in the D.A. together and putting her at risk by being there.

“Bloody Death Eaters, never know when to give up do they,” she said, placing the tea on the table were Harry and Draco were currently sitting.

Just as she was pulling her hands away, Draco noticed something glisten and reached out to grab her left hand.

“Finally plucked up the nerve to do it then did he?” Draco smiled.

Luna gave Draco a puzzled look, “You knew he was going to ask me? How did you know?”

“Neville bought the ring half way through our seventh year; I was with him that day. He was too scared to ask you though; he always thought he wasn’t good enough for you. I’m glad he finally did ask you, the two of you are perfect together,” Luna smiled and looked almost close to tears.

“He proposed the day I got home from school. I think it was hard for him…for both of us, being apart for big chunks of the year,” Luna said.

“So where is Neville?” asked Harry.

“He’s working. Bloody Ministry. I’m in two minds about running the story one of my reporters at The Quibbler has written, exposing the Ministry and their habit of employing underage vampires and man beasts.” Luna had taken over as editor of the magazine after her father's death.

‘Still the same old Luna’ Draco thought with a small smile. The three sat drinking their tea when all of a sudden Harry shot out of his seat.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I haven’t let my boss know about the death eaters turning up at your house, or about us being here. Damn! They’re so going to fire me; I already have two warnings for not following orders.” He quickly dashed out to the fireplace in the next room, leaving Draco and Luna alone in the kitchen.

“He’s missed you, you know,” Draco looked up as Luna spoke, “I don’t know what happened between you two back at Hogwarts but, Harry seems like he lost something there. Neville, Ron and Hermione have all tried talking to him about it. He just says he made a big mistake and doesn’t want to discuss it, but whatever it is, it’s hurting him.”

Draco stared down into his half-empty cup of tea, “It’s hurting you too, isn’t it?” she asked.

“When did you get so insightful?” Draco asked, not really wanting to answer Luna’s question.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was when you saved my life. Having someone nearly Avada Kedavra you really put things into perspective. Life’s too short to not take every opportunity that’s thrown your way.” She began to clear away the tea, giving Draco some time to think about what she had said.

Later that night Harry and Draco sat in the living room. Luna had made her excuses and gone to bed, claiming she was tired. Draco, however, suspected she had done it to give him and Harry some time alone.

The silence between them felt somewhat awkward, so Draco decided it needed filling, “so you’ve still no idea who these death eaters could be?” he asked.

“No, I was actually meant to ask you about that, can you think of anyone who would want you dead?” he replied.

“Harry, I’m a blood traitor, lots of people wouldn’t mind seeing me dead. I can’t think of anyone who would go to this much trouble though, especially now Voldemort is dead.”

“Well if you do think of someone, let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” Draco answered.

The awkward silence fell on them again. After five minutes of staring at his hands, Draco looked up to find Harry staring at him. They locked eyes and immediately the atmosphere changed from awkward to boarding on intense. The air around them almost crackled from the amount of tension.

Harry stood and walked towards Draco, taking his hand and pulling the blond up so they were standing face-to-face.

“Harry…” Draco began, but was interrupted.

“Shush, don’t talk,” Harry replied before quickly smashing his lips against Draco’s. They stayed like that for a while, until Draco slowly ran his tongue gently over Harry’s bottom lip, seeking entrance. The brunette allowed him access, brushing his tongue against Draco’s as the kiss increased in passion. Harry’s hands slid onto Draco’s slim hips, pulling the blond closer as he placed his arms around Harry’s shoulders.

When the kiss finally ended, both boys were panting for breath. Harry lent his forehead against Draco’s, his hands still on the blonds’ hips. They stood like that for quite a while, the silence surrounding them.

“Have you told your friends?” Draco finally broke the silence. Harry pulled his head back to look at Draco with a puzzled expression.

“Told them what?” he asked.

“That you’re gay,” the blond elaborated.

Harry did not answer; he just looked at the floor like there was something there that was fascinating at which to stare. Draco felt a wave of sadness wash over him, where a moment ago there had been a tingly blissfulness.

“It’s still freaking you out, isn’t it?” Harry continued to stare at the floor.

“Damn it Harry, look at me!” Harry’s head snapped up, “There’s nothing wrong with being gay. Anyway, I have a sneaky suspicion that your friends already know. I’m sure they’d like it confirmed by you though.”

“But I… I mean how can… it’s not just my friends I have to come out to though is it? As soon as the press find out it’ll be everywhere, in every newspaper. I don’t want that to interfere with our relationship,” replied Harry.

“Our relationship?” the blond questioned. Harry blushed realizing what he had said.

“Urm yea… if you want to have a relationship with me, that is. I know I didn’t handle things well last year but I want to make it up to you. If you still want me.” Draco thought about what Harry had said. Did he still want him? He concluded that, yes, he did still want him. He had never stopped loving Harry, even when he was angry with the Gryffindor.

Draco looked straight at him, “I still want you,” he declared.

The smile that broke out on Harry’s face was phenomenal and Draco couldn’t help but mirror it. He took Harry’s hand.

“Stay with me tonight? We don’t have to do anything… will you just hold me?” he attentively asked.

Harry nodded.