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Blood Price
Chapter Number/Total: 38/44
Chapter Title: Blood Price
Words: 3008 Words
"Harry? Harry, wake up."
Harry groaned and closed his eyes tighter. Why did his head hurt? It felt like someone had forcefully lowered an entire cauldron over it and then banged on it.
"Uh, Harry?" Lupin said, chuckling. "Do you realise you are in the sitting room with no trousers on?"
Harry was confused by that. "What?" he groaned, trying to crack his eyes open. That hurt, too.
A cloth fell across Harry's lower body and he felt something pressed to his lips. "Drink this."
He groaned again and tried to sit up, but there was something warm around his arm preventing that. He drank whatever was pressed to his lips, still confused, and coughed a bit, but after a few seconds, the pain in his head receded significantly. He opened his eyes and realised a few things. He was indeed in the sitting room, on the couch, without trousers; he was cold, his shirt felt a little wet at the front, and Draco was lying on the floor without trousers on, too, and was hanging onto Harry's arm tightly. Harry looked up into the face of Remus Lupin and flushed. "Uhh..." he said.
Remus shook his head and seemed to be struggling not to smile. "I missed the party, I see."
Harry swallowed and gave a meek half-shrug. His eyes flashed to Draco again, still lying, practically naked as the day he was born, on the floor, in front of their former teacher.
Remus picked up Draco's trousers and draped them across the young man's hips. He handed Harry a second potion. "He'll want this, too," he said. Then he began collecting shot glasses from around the room. "You two are lucky it wasn't Mrs Weasley who found you," he added.
Harry took the potion and gulped, agreeing with Lupin one hundred percent. He could just see the look on Mrs Weasley's face. He shuddered a bit. "Er, yeah," he said quietly.
"Six glasses." Remus smirked. "I figure this means you two lost the drinking game? Or won, depending on your perspective."
Harry flushed again and shrugged. "I guess," he muttered.
"I will need to speak to you, after you have had a chance to ... redress yourselves," Lupin said. "I'll be in the kitchen."
Harry nodded and waited until Lupin was gone to lean over the side of the couch and shake Draco by the shoulder. "Draco," he said. "Draco, wake up."
Draco pulled on Harry's arm. "Harry," he mumbled.
Harry nearly fell off the couch, but he caught himself just in time. "I'm here," Harry said. "You have to take this potion."
Draco pouted, eyes still closed, and pulled on Harry's arm again.
Harry did fall this time and narrowly missed landing on top of Draco. "Draco!" he said loudly, rubbing his knees where they had hit the floor.
Draco rolled sideways, his left arm also coming around Harry and pulling him against his own body, burying his face against Harry's neck.
Harry smiled despite himself and allowed himself to be held. "Draco?" he said quietly. "Draco, we're both trouserless in the sitting room and Lupin just came in and saw us both passed out and naked." He paused. "And you have come all over you."
Draco sucked in a large breath and let it out in an equally large huff. "Wha?" he asked, mumbling against Harry.
"If you would take this potion I have, I'm sure you would understand better," Harry said quietly, using his chin to nudge Draco's head.
"Want you," Draco mumbled, sounding like a small child.
"We fucked not too long ago," Harry said with a chuckle, rubbing Draco's back. "Doesn't your head hurt?"
"Yes, head hurts," Draco whined a bit, clutching Harry tightly. He shivered too, feeling that his legs were cold and his back was sore.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Draco, do you want me, or do you need me?" he asked. How long had it been? Certainly not that long surely.
Draco's brain felt foggy and he couldn't really understand the difference at the moment. He whimpered, snuggling as the pain in his head seemed to increase the more he tried to think.
"Will you take this potion, love?" Harry asked, kissing Draco's hair. "It will make you feel better."
"Better?" Draco whined, and sniffed at the potion. "Smells bad," he complained.
Harry snorted. "It tastes bad, but if you drink this potion that tastes like shit, you won't feel like shit."
The blond frowned, sticking his lower lip out but raised his face a bit. "All right," he said, opening his mouth.
Harry smiled at Draco's pout and gently pulled away from him and tipped the Hangover Potion in his mouth.
Draco convulsively swallowed, his body shuddering and his face screwed up in the visage of a five year old made to drink -- anything vile. "Fuck," he finally gasped, looking more like himself.
Harry grinned and raised his eyebrows, looking down at Draco. "Better?" he asked.
"If you mean in spite of having a sore back, a mouth that tastes like Firewhiskey and whatever the hell that was, a cold arse and, as you said, being covered in dried come," Draco said, "then yes, I suppose I am."
Harry snorted and kissed Draco's nose. "You do realise we got pissed and fucked on the floor, don't you?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes, taking another needed deep breath - through his nose. "When did the others leave?" he asked.
Harry sighed, his eyebrows raised again. "I have no idea," he said.
Draco groaned, burying his face against Harry's chest again. Fred and George Weasley had seen him... "Merde," he cursed.
"I don't exactly know what that means, but I'm sure I agree with you," said Harry seriously.
"French for shit," Draco translated, looking back up at Harry with a half-smile on his face. "Let's go to our room," he added.
Harry snorted again. "Well I don't want to sit in here with my bare arse in the air," he said, "but Lupin said he wants to talk to us."
"He was ... merde," Draco said and then Summoned his wand. He did more Cleaning Charms and picked up his trousers.
Harry got shakily to his feet and dressed himself. "I wonder what time it is," he said, looking out a window to see the sun beginning to set. "Wasn't it around noon when we played that game?" He stretched his arms up to the ceiling.
Draco shrugged, this having been a very long day. He was completely unsure if it was the same day even. He managed to get dressed again. "I need tea," he said.
"Yeah, me too," said Harry and he walked over and wrapped arms around Draco tightly and cracked his back. He grinned at him and pecked his lips.
"Ow, what was that?" Draco whined. Then shook his head, rolling his eyes and leading the way to the kitchen.
Harry laughed and followed Draco to find Lupin the only occupant of the kitchen.
Lupin had made tea and set their cups on the table as they entered. He shook his head, smirking at the two young men. "The others will be down soon as well," he said, setting more cups out.
Harry sighed and sat at the table, taking his tea and adding sugar to it before taking a sip.
Draco drank his sweet, milky tea in silence.
In the next minute, Harry, Draco, and Lupin were joined by Ron and Hermione, who looked completely normal, and Fred and George who looked maybe just a tad better than Harry and Draco.
They all sat at the table as well.
"What is it?" Fred yawned.
Lupin waited while the others got settled. "I came back early from my undercover assignment because of some information I picked up," he started.
Harry was suddenly feeling much more awake, and judging from what they suddenly looked like, Fred and George were too. Ron and Hermione sat up straighter and they all stared at Lupin intently.
Draco frowned, looking over at the older man with a growing dread.
“It's about you, Draco," Remus said.
Harry had been holding his breath and he let it out in a pained sigh, his eyes closing for a moment. He took Draco's hand under the table and held it tightly.
Draco sat rigidly, breathing through his nose and looking at a knot in the wood of the table.
"I am sorry to have to tell you this," Remus began carefully, watching the young man worriedly. "Your father has placed a bounty on your capture. Even the werewolves will be looking."
Hermione gasped quietly and Harry's eyes snapped open. His teeth were bared as he stared at Lupin. "What?!" he spat. "That fucking bastard!" And then he shut his eyes tightly again and breathed heavily out of his nose, bringing his free hand up and covering his forehead and eyes with it.
Draco sat rigidly, unmoving but breathing heavily. He really shouldn't be shocked. His father never hesitated to use money to solve his problems.
Harry looked up at Lupin through his fingers. He wanted to throw something. "How much more danger does that put him in?" he asked. "How many are going to look?"
Remus sighed, wincing.
"It means," Draco said in a cold voice, "that anyone and everyone who would like the money would be willing to tip off my location in return for the reward. It means that it is no longer just Death Eaters hunting for me."
"Fuck!" Harry yelled, pushing back from the table and sending his chair flying. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" he shouted at no one. He clenched his hands in his hair and turned away from the table.
"Calm down, Harry," Remus said. "He is safe here."
Harry let out a humourless laugh and shook his head. "Not outside," he said quietly.
Draco closed his eyes, composing himself. "It's really not that unexpected," he said calmly. "Thank you for letting me know."
Harry turned his head to the side and looked at Draco out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to get his anger under control before he went back to him.
Remus sighed. "At least you are safe now. No one outside the Order knows where you are."
Harry closed his eyes and took a breath. He moved back over so that he was nearer to the table, but he didn't sit down. He leaned against the counter and ground his teeth together.
"Harry..." said Hermione quietly.
"I'm okay," Harry said quickly, his eyes flicking up to meet hers briefly.
Draco finished his tea, carefully setting the cup down. He actually managed to do so without his hand trembling. He was absurdly proud of that. One of those things his father had taught him. He got up carefully from the table and said quietly, "Excuse me." Then he headed up the first staircase, keeping his pace measured. He was too upset to Apparate. He made it to their room and then sat down on the bed.
Harry covered his face with his hands. He took deep breaths, wanting to be calm when he followed Draco up.
"Is he okay?" asked Hermione, voice slightly higher.
"I don't know," said Harry through his fingers.
"I expect that this is quite hard on him," Remus said. "It was difficult with Sirius, and Lucius seems to be acting even more extreme than the Black family did."
Harry nodded and tensed at the name Lucius. He didn't want to hear that name. "Very hard on him, I think," he said, although he didn't think it, he knew it.
Remus frowned. "Harry, you can go after him, if you like."
Harry took another breath and shook his hands out. Without another word to anyone, he headed up the stairs. He checked in the downstairs bathroom quickly, just to make sure, but then headed up to their room. He saw Draco sitting on the bed and he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs how much he hated his father, but he shut the door and sat next to Draco and pulled him to him gently.
Draco felt stiff, resisting Harry's efforts to comfort him. "I am sorry," he whispered.
Harry sighed and held Draco to him despite the fact that he wasn't responding. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," he said quietly.
"Father will not let me go," Draco said. "I put you at greater risk."
"Draco, it isn't your fault I fell in love with you," Harry whispered. "I did that all on my own. And it's no fault anyway; I want to be in love with you more than anything and I'm glad that I am. Nor is it your fault that your father is a - is after you."
"I sought you out. I defied Father. I knew what he is capable of," Draco responded in that same calm voice.
"Don't," Harry pleaded. "Please don't. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. You gave me that first kiss, but I gave the second one. I fucking humped against you when I kissed you." He smiled a bit. "I had opportunity to leave you then, Draco. Your father tried to kill all the Muggle-borns in Hogwarts in second year, and he tried to kill me and all of my friends in fifth year and still wants to kill me. I know you know much more about him than I do, but I wasn't exactly expecting him to give me a hug and tell me we can all be one big happy family. I knew where you had come from and I even knew you had a mission from Voldemort and I still came back. It was my choice."
"But you didn't know ... about me," Draco said. "About the things I have done."
Harry frowned and looked at Draco sadly. "I don't understand why you think that's your fault," he said quietly.
Draco huffed. "I was not a baby. I knew what I was doing."
Harry closed his eyes. "I don't know what you want me to tell you, Draco," he said, letting go of the stiff man in his arms. "Do you want me to tell you that I think you're disgusting? Do you want me to get up and storm out of here because of ‘what you did’?" He made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "I'm not going to. I just don't think you realise what your father did to you," he said quietly. "What he's still doing to you now, even miles away."
"I know," Draco said. "You see me as a victim here. I don't understand that."
"You don't?" Harry asked, looking at Draco with something very much like incredulousness.
"No," he said. "A Malfoy is never a victim. We make our own choices." His voice at that moment sounded just like his father's.
"Fuck being a Malfoy," Harry said. "Malfoy or not, you're still human, or does your name change that as well?"
"Wizards," Draco corrected.
Harry snorted sarcastically. "Are you kidding me?" he asked.
"No," Draco said.
"I'm a wizard, and I'm human," Harry said, staring at Draco with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, you are," Draco answered, a touch of his old sneer back in his voice.
"And you're not?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"I am what I was bred to be," Draco said.
"You sound like a fucking dog," Harry spat. "I guess you're not human then, being ‘bred’ and all."
"No, I'm not," Draco said, "I am a pure-blood Wizard."
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he snorted sarcastically again. "I'm a filthy, disgusting half-blood," he said. "How can you bear to have my cock in you?"
Draco was quiet for a long minute. It was as if his brain just couldn't come to terms with that one.
"That's what I thought," Harry said angrily. "You know I'm not less than you. You know Hermione, who's a mudblood, isn't less than you. She's cleverer than you are and she has Muggle parents. Oh the agony. Why the fuck are you being like this, Draco? Is your father being out of prison affecting you this badly?""
"You can't possibly understand," Draco said quietly.
Harry sighed and shook his head. He covered his face so that Draco wouldn't see the tears in his eyes.
Draco sighed, getting to his feet. He began undressing, carefully laying the clothes aside. Then he did the charm to remove the construct and laid that with his clothes and reached for his robe.
Harry just sat there, his face still covered. He didn't know what to do. Where had Draco gone? Where had he gone? Harry hated Lucius Malfoy almost as much as he hated Voldemort right then.
Draco belted his robe, glancing at Harry for a minute, his lips tightening. He turned and headed for the door to the room.
"Please don't leave me," Harry whispered so quietly, there was no way Draco heard it. But he didn't know if he was talking about leaving the room, or something greater.
Draco stopped, a tremor going down his spine. "I need a bath," he said quietly, still standing with his back to Harry.
Harry didn't say anything for a moment. "You can take a bath," he said, not looking up and trying his hardest to keep his voice from cracking.
Draco nodded, then left the room and went to the bathroom. He closed the door, staring at it for a moment. Then he did both a Locking and a Silencing Charm.
Harry waited until the door was closed behind Draco to bring his hands from his tear-streaked face. Something was seriously wrong with Draco. It was as if the mere fact that Lucius Malfoy was at large again made Draco act like he had back in school. Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Chapter Title: Blood Price
Words: 3008 Words
"Harry? Harry, wake up."
Harry groaned and closed his eyes tighter. Why did his head hurt? It felt like someone had forcefully lowered an entire cauldron over it and then banged on it.
"Uh, Harry?" Lupin said, chuckling. "Do you realise you are in the sitting room with no trousers on?"
Harry was confused by that. "What?" he groaned, trying to crack his eyes open. That hurt, too.
A cloth fell across Harry's lower body and he felt something pressed to his lips. "Drink this."
He groaned again and tried to sit up, but there was something warm around his arm preventing that. He drank whatever was pressed to his lips, still confused, and coughed a bit, but after a few seconds, the pain in his head receded significantly. He opened his eyes and realised a few things. He was indeed in the sitting room, on the couch, without trousers; he was cold, his shirt felt a little wet at the front, and Draco was lying on the floor without trousers on, too, and was hanging onto Harry's arm tightly. Harry looked up into the face of Remus Lupin and flushed. "Uhh..." he said.
Remus shook his head and seemed to be struggling not to smile. "I missed the party, I see."
Harry swallowed and gave a meek half-shrug. His eyes flashed to Draco again, still lying, practically naked as the day he was born, on the floor, in front of their former teacher.
Remus picked up Draco's trousers and draped them across the young man's hips. He handed Harry a second potion. "He'll want this, too," he said. Then he began collecting shot glasses from around the room. "You two are lucky it wasn't Mrs Weasley who found you," he added.
Harry took the potion and gulped, agreeing with Lupin one hundred percent. He could just see the look on Mrs Weasley's face. He shuddered a bit. "Er, yeah," he said quietly.
"Six glasses." Remus smirked. "I figure this means you two lost the drinking game? Or won, depending on your perspective."
Harry flushed again and shrugged. "I guess," he muttered.
"I will need to speak to you, after you have had a chance to ... redress yourselves," Lupin said. "I'll be in the kitchen."
Harry nodded and waited until Lupin was gone to lean over the side of the couch and shake Draco by the shoulder. "Draco," he said. "Draco, wake up."
Draco pulled on Harry's arm. "Harry," he mumbled.
Harry nearly fell off the couch, but he caught himself just in time. "I'm here," Harry said. "You have to take this potion."
Draco pouted, eyes still closed, and pulled on Harry's arm again.
Harry did fall this time and narrowly missed landing on top of Draco. "Draco!" he said loudly, rubbing his knees where they had hit the floor.
Draco rolled sideways, his left arm also coming around Harry and pulling him against his own body, burying his face against Harry's neck.
Harry smiled despite himself and allowed himself to be held. "Draco?" he said quietly. "Draco, we're both trouserless in the sitting room and Lupin just came in and saw us both passed out and naked." He paused. "And you have come all over you."
Draco sucked in a large breath and let it out in an equally large huff. "Wha?" he asked, mumbling against Harry.
"If you would take this potion I have, I'm sure you would understand better," Harry said quietly, using his chin to nudge Draco's head.
"Want you," Draco mumbled, sounding like a small child.
"We fucked not too long ago," Harry said with a chuckle, rubbing Draco's back. "Doesn't your head hurt?"
"Yes, head hurts," Draco whined a bit, clutching Harry tightly. He shivered too, feeling that his legs were cold and his back was sore.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Draco, do you want me, or do you need me?" he asked. How long had it been? Certainly not that long surely.
Draco's brain felt foggy and he couldn't really understand the difference at the moment. He whimpered, snuggling as the pain in his head seemed to increase the more he tried to think.
"Will you take this potion, love?" Harry asked, kissing Draco's hair. "It will make you feel better."
"Better?" Draco whined, and sniffed at the potion. "Smells bad," he complained.
Harry snorted. "It tastes bad, but if you drink this potion that tastes like shit, you won't feel like shit."
The blond frowned, sticking his lower lip out but raised his face a bit. "All right," he said, opening his mouth.
Harry smiled at Draco's pout and gently pulled away from him and tipped the Hangover Potion in his mouth.
Draco convulsively swallowed, his body shuddering and his face screwed up in the visage of a five year old made to drink -- anything vile. "Fuck," he finally gasped, looking more like himself.
Harry grinned and raised his eyebrows, looking down at Draco. "Better?" he asked.
"If you mean in spite of having a sore back, a mouth that tastes like Firewhiskey and whatever the hell that was, a cold arse and, as you said, being covered in dried come," Draco said, "then yes, I suppose I am."
Harry snorted and kissed Draco's nose. "You do realise we got pissed and fucked on the floor, don't you?" he asked.
Draco closed his eyes, taking another needed deep breath - through his nose. "When did the others leave?" he asked.
Harry sighed, his eyebrows raised again. "I have no idea," he said.
Draco groaned, burying his face against Harry's chest again. Fred and George Weasley had seen him... "Merde," he cursed.
"I don't exactly know what that means, but I'm sure I agree with you," said Harry seriously.
"French for shit," Draco translated, looking back up at Harry with a half-smile on his face. "Let's go to our room," he added.
Harry snorted again. "Well I don't want to sit in here with my bare arse in the air," he said, "but Lupin said he wants to talk to us."
"He was ... merde," Draco said and then Summoned his wand. He did more Cleaning Charms and picked up his trousers.
Harry got shakily to his feet and dressed himself. "I wonder what time it is," he said, looking out a window to see the sun beginning to set. "Wasn't it around noon when we played that game?" He stretched his arms up to the ceiling.
Draco shrugged, this having been a very long day. He was completely unsure if it was the same day even. He managed to get dressed again. "I need tea," he said.
"Yeah, me too," said Harry and he walked over and wrapped arms around Draco tightly and cracked his back. He grinned at him and pecked his lips.
"Ow, what was that?" Draco whined. Then shook his head, rolling his eyes and leading the way to the kitchen.
Harry laughed and followed Draco to find Lupin the only occupant of the kitchen.
Lupin had made tea and set their cups on the table as they entered. He shook his head, smirking at the two young men. "The others will be down soon as well," he said, setting more cups out.
Harry sighed and sat at the table, taking his tea and adding sugar to it before taking a sip.
Draco drank his sweet, milky tea in silence.
In the next minute, Harry, Draco, and Lupin were joined by Ron and Hermione, who looked completely normal, and Fred and George who looked maybe just a tad better than Harry and Draco.
They all sat at the table as well.
"What is it?" Fred yawned.
Lupin waited while the others got settled. "I came back early from my undercover assignment because of some information I picked up," he started.
Harry was suddenly feeling much more awake, and judging from what they suddenly looked like, Fred and George were too. Ron and Hermione sat up straighter and they all stared at Lupin intently.
Draco frowned, looking over at the older man with a growing dread.
“It's about you, Draco," Remus said.
Harry had been holding his breath and he let it out in a pained sigh, his eyes closing for a moment. He took Draco's hand under the table and held it tightly.
Draco sat rigidly, breathing through his nose and looking at a knot in the wood of the table.
"I am sorry to have to tell you this," Remus began carefully, watching the young man worriedly. "Your father has placed a bounty on your capture. Even the werewolves will be looking."
Hermione gasped quietly and Harry's eyes snapped open. His teeth were bared as he stared at Lupin. "What?!" he spat. "That fucking bastard!" And then he shut his eyes tightly again and breathed heavily out of his nose, bringing his free hand up and covering his forehead and eyes with it.
Draco sat rigidly, unmoving but breathing heavily. He really shouldn't be shocked. His father never hesitated to use money to solve his problems.
Harry looked up at Lupin through his fingers. He wanted to throw something. "How much more danger does that put him in?" he asked. "How many are going to look?"
Remus sighed, wincing.
"It means," Draco said in a cold voice, "that anyone and everyone who would like the money would be willing to tip off my location in return for the reward. It means that it is no longer just Death Eaters hunting for me."
"Fuck!" Harry yelled, pushing back from the table and sending his chair flying. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" he shouted at no one. He clenched his hands in his hair and turned away from the table.
"Calm down, Harry," Remus said. "He is safe here."
Harry let out a humourless laugh and shook his head. "Not outside," he said quietly.
Draco closed his eyes, composing himself. "It's really not that unexpected," he said calmly. "Thank you for letting me know."
Harry turned his head to the side and looked at Draco out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to get his anger under control before he went back to him.
Remus sighed. "At least you are safe now. No one outside the Order knows where you are."
Harry closed his eyes and took a breath. He moved back over so that he was nearer to the table, but he didn't sit down. He leaned against the counter and ground his teeth together.
"Harry..." said Hermione quietly.
"I'm okay," Harry said quickly, his eyes flicking up to meet hers briefly.
Draco finished his tea, carefully setting the cup down. He actually managed to do so without his hand trembling. He was absurdly proud of that. One of those things his father had taught him. He got up carefully from the table and said quietly, "Excuse me." Then he headed up the first staircase, keeping his pace measured. He was too upset to Apparate. He made it to their room and then sat down on the bed.
Harry covered his face with his hands. He took deep breaths, wanting to be calm when he followed Draco up.
"Is he okay?" asked Hermione, voice slightly higher.
"I don't know," said Harry through his fingers.
"I expect that this is quite hard on him," Remus said. "It was difficult with Sirius, and Lucius seems to be acting even more extreme than the Black family did."
Harry nodded and tensed at the name Lucius. He didn't want to hear that name. "Very hard on him, I think," he said, although he didn't think it, he knew it.
Remus frowned. "Harry, you can go after him, if you like."
Harry took another breath and shook his hands out. Without another word to anyone, he headed up the stairs. He checked in the downstairs bathroom quickly, just to make sure, but then headed up to their room. He saw Draco sitting on the bed and he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs how much he hated his father, but he shut the door and sat next to Draco and pulled him to him gently.
Draco felt stiff, resisting Harry's efforts to comfort him. "I am sorry," he whispered.
Harry sighed and held Draco to him despite the fact that he wasn't responding. "You don't have anything to be sorry for," he said quietly.
"Father will not let me go," Draco said. "I put you at greater risk."
"Draco, it isn't your fault I fell in love with you," Harry whispered. "I did that all on my own. And it's no fault anyway; I want to be in love with you more than anything and I'm glad that I am. Nor is it your fault that your father is a - is after you."
"I sought you out. I defied Father. I knew what he is capable of," Draco responded in that same calm voice.
"Don't," Harry pleaded. "Please don't. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. You gave me that first kiss, but I gave the second one. I fucking humped against you when I kissed you." He smiled a bit. "I had opportunity to leave you then, Draco. Your father tried to kill all the Muggle-borns in Hogwarts in second year, and he tried to kill me and all of my friends in fifth year and still wants to kill me. I know you know much more about him than I do, but I wasn't exactly expecting him to give me a hug and tell me we can all be one big happy family. I knew where you had come from and I even knew you had a mission from Voldemort and I still came back. It was my choice."
"But you didn't know ... about me," Draco said. "About the things I have done."
Harry frowned and looked at Draco sadly. "I don't understand why you think that's your fault," he said quietly.
Draco huffed. "I was not a baby. I knew what I was doing."
Harry closed his eyes. "I don't know what you want me to tell you, Draco," he said, letting go of the stiff man in his arms. "Do you want me to tell you that I think you're disgusting? Do you want me to get up and storm out of here because of ‘what you did’?" He made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "I'm not going to. I just don't think you realise what your father did to you," he said quietly. "What he's still doing to you now, even miles away."
"I know," Draco said. "You see me as a victim here. I don't understand that."
"You don't?" Harry asked, looking at Draco with something very much like incredulousness.
"No," he said. "A Malfoy is never a victim. We make our own choices." His voice at that moment sounded just like his father's.
"Fuck being a Malfoy," Harry said. "Malfoy or not, you're still human, or does your name change that as well?"
"Wizards," Draco corrected.
Harry snorted sarcastically. "Are you kidding me?" he asked.
"No," Draco said.
"I'm a wizard, and I'm human," Harry said, staring at Draco with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, you are," Draco answered, a touch of his old sneer back in his voice.
"And you're not?" Harry asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"I am what I was bred to be," Draco said.
"You sound like a fucking dog," Harry spat. "I guess you're not human then, being ‘bred’ and all."
"No, I'm not," Draco said, "I am a pure-blood Wizard."
Harry's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he snorted sarcastically again. "I'm a filthy, disgusting half-blood," he said. "How can you bear to have my cock in you?"
Draco was quiet for a long minute. It was as if his brain just couldn't come to terms with that one.
"That's what I thought," Harry said angrily. "You know I'm not less than you. You know Hermione, who's a mudblood, isn't less than you. She's cleverer than you are and she has Muggle parents. Oh the agony. Why the fuck are you being like this, Draco? Is your father being out of prison affecting you this badly?""
"You can't possibly understand," Draco said quietly.
Harry sighed and shook his head. He covered his face so that Draco wouldn't see the tears in his eyes.
Draco sighed, getting to his feet. He began undressing, carefully laying the clothes aside. Then he did the charm to remove the construct and laid that with his clothes and reached for his robe.
Harry just sat there, his face still covered. He didn't know what to do. Where had Draco gone? Where had he gone? Harry hated Lucius Malfoy almost as much as he hated Voldemort right then.
Draco belted his robe, glancing at Harry for a minute, his lips tightening. He turned and headed for the door to the room.
"Please don't leave me," Harry whispered so quietly, there was no way Draco heard it. But he didn't know if he was talking about leaving the room, or something greater.
Draco stopped, a tremor going down his spine. "I need a bath," he said quietly, still standing with his back to Harry.
Harry didn't say anything for a moment. "You can take a bath," he said, not looking up and trying his hardest to keep his voice from cracking.
Draco nodded, then left the room and went to the bathroom. He closed the door, staring at it for a moment. Then he did both a Locking and a Silencing Charm.
Harry waited until the door was closed behind Draco to bring his hands from his tear-streaked face. Something was seriously wrong with Draco. It was as if the mere fact that Lucius Malfoy was at large again made Draco act like he had back in school. Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do.