The Killing Power of Love

Draco shivered. He could only imagine how his brunet felt but he just couldn't see his lover doing something so heartless.

As they left the diner Harry took Draco's hand. He ran his thumb over the knuckles lovingly, gently caressing the hand before threading his fingers with the blonde’s. Draco smiled. He enjoyed these rare moments. He leaned into the man next to him causing him to put an arm around the blonde's shoulders to support the added pressure. They walked in a comfortable silence for a while before Harry broke the quiet.

"Why don't you invite Blaise over for dinner tonight. I want us to go back to what we once were. I don't want you to separate yourself from you friends, from life.” Harry looked straight ahead.

When Harry had finished Draco had held him until he stopped shaking. He wondered if Harry was shaking from fear or pain, or perhaps pleasure. He was never sure but he hadn’t wanted to ask for fear of the response.

Holding him gave way to gently soothing touches that lead to kissing. Slow, sweet caressing of lips against lips, lips against jaws and necks. Soon clothes were discarded and flesh met flesh, comforting and calming. Gentle lapping of tongue against skin, a smooth lapping of skin. Soft vocalized sighs and moans of affection. The didn’t fuck, they made love, and he would never forget it.

Draco had never before felt the way he did at that very moment. His heart hurt, not with pain but a tender emotion. His very being hurt with the simple thought of ever losing Harry and that’s when he knew he loved him, that he never wanted to lose him.

Draco gasped, it had been years since he talked to his friends. He wasn't even sure if Blaise still lived in Liverpool. The thought touched him, that Harry would be willing to relinquish that hold, that trust.

"Maybe tomorrow night. I want to spend tonight wit you. It's not everyday someone takes the twins off our hands." Draco smiled, leaning more into Harry, slipping his hand around the man’s waist.

"That sounds good to me. So what's you fancy tonight?" The question was murmured giving way to a comfortable silence once again.

They kept walking, not stopping until they turned a corner and Draco pulled away. The sudden movement surprise Harry. When he looked to see what the blond was doing he saw him staring into a toy store.

"You are going to spoil those kids rotten." Harry grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him into the store.

Laying there in the after effects he listened to Harry‘s soft breathing, felt the rise and fall of his chest. He wanted to talk but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He wasn‘t sure when he fell asleep but he woke later to find himself in bed, sans Harry. Getting up he put on one of Harry‘s shirts that hit him mid thigh.

Walking through the house he found the brunet sitting at the dinning room table smoking a cigarette. He appeared to be deep in thought, he didn‘t turn when Draco approached.

Laying his hand on Harry‘s shoulder, Draco made him aware of his presence. Cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow he asked a silent question.

He took the seat that Harry gestured to and waited for him to continue.

“I just came to think. It‘s like my mind is filled with so much and it‘s unsettling, you know?” He took another drag off the cigarette.

Draco took a breath steeling himself for the conversation that would come. “Yeah, I know what you mean. There‘s so many question I want to ask but I don‘t know how or even where to start.”

They weren’t' in the store ten minutes before Draco had his arms laden with things. He explained why each item was needed bore placing it in Harry's arms. Harry was barely able to see over the mountain of toys before Draco lead him to a register to make the purchase. He really thought some of the things were unnecessary but the smile on his lovers face was enough to keep him silent.

Nodding his head Harry finished the cigarette. “Well the best way is to just ask the first question that pops into your head. That way we both aren’t beating around the bush. Get it off your chest.” He looked a the blond whose head was bowed.

“Is that why you went to live with James?” It felt odd to ask the question. Like he was intruding into territory that didn‘t belong to him.

“Yeah, but I couldn‘t even look him in the eye. The woman who he would have done anything for left him for someone that ultimately took her life. He would have given up his life for her and she evidently didn‘t think he was good enough. Then he was there, raising her kid again. How do you look someone in the eye that you called dad for fourteen years only to leave him when you‘re real father comes into the picture?”

Draco shook his head, he didn‘t know how to answer that. He couldn‘t even imagine anyone telling him that Lucius wasn‘t his father. “I- I‘m sorry.”

“For what? It‘s not your fault.” Harry lit another cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke through his nose. “The worse part about it all is I‘m angry at him. I want to feel bad for him but I can‘t. Just thinking about it makes me mad all over again. I hate him, I really do and I‘m not sorry for it. So why should you?

Draco opened his mouth to respond but the words caught in this throat. How did anyone respond to that.

Once out of the store Draco' hauled a cab. He decided they would have a nice romantic afternoon at home. Something quiet with candle light, that would make them remember why they fell in love. They would go to a authentic Italian restaurant for dinner, but Draco wanted to spend some time with Harry without the masses. Draco watched Harry the entire cab ride, enjoying the softening lines of his face. The way he shifted when the cab hit a bump, or the way he'd brush the hair from his face as the wind blew in through the open window. He noticed things about the brunet that he'd forgotten over the years, they way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, or the gentle way in which his lips curved up even when he was relaxed. Draco realized in his attempt to make the man beside him happy and comfortable in his own home that the man he fell in love with had been gone for year only to return now.