Beautiful Love

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CHAPTER FOUR:



There had been no one besides Draco in my life that I had sex with since I started having sex with him. I dunno why, but I just didn’t want to cheat because of the fear of losing him. He had been back just like he had promised on many occasions within the next few months. It was just like we were back at school again; it was brilliant. There was even one time where we actually flew together on our brooms to the lake and fucked. It brought back so many memories, that I cried on the way home. It was very common for me to cry about him. He was the only thing that was holding me together in one piece. He took a part of me with him every time he left, and it killed me. But the greatest pain I had ever experienced was the night that an unexpected visitor came to number 12 Grimmauld Place. I had no idea it would’ve ever ended up the way it did, and I’m not even sure why it happened, but all I know is, I wish Draco could’ve been there to witness the whole thing.

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It was one of my days off, and I had told Harry that I wasn’t going to come back for another week or two, and so I decided to surprise him by stopping in early and having one of our famous fucks. When I apparated to number 12 Grimmauld Place, I was so extremely excited to just be standing twenty yards from Harry’s door. I had spent extra time in the bathroom trying to make my hair perfect so that I would make an even more appealing arrival, and so I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. When Harry didn’t come to the door, and it opened itself from the wind, I walked inside perplexed, but when I found Harry and some other fucking boy under the covers on the table where we had last fucked, I knew exactly what was going on, and I literally felt like someone had cut the insides of my intestines and tied them together into a huge double knot. The stupid boy jumped up and ran out of the room, and Harry looked at me with tears in his eyes. It was the first time I had ever seen him cry, and it made me want to just run over and hug him, but I didn’t. This pain he had caused me was most unbearable. I couldn’t believe it, out of the year and half that we had been “fuck buddies,” there had never been anyone for either of us. This was the first time that Harry had ever cheated on me. I wanted to choke him, and he’s damn lucky I didn’t. I think the only ounce of goodness in me saved him from that. I couldn’t get over the fact that he betrayed me; betrayed me in the most painful possible way. It was amazing how I didn’t even move. I just simply stared at him, expressionless. I had never felt pain until now, and now I had understood why I never cheated on him. I was afraid; afraid to lose the only person I have ever loved, even though I would never tell him that. But he was. He was the only person I could ever hate, and the only person I could ever love. I just couldn’t believe he did that to me. I hated him so much, but my love for him spared him from me hurting him at all. In fact, I couldn’t hurt him. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. I just knew that for the first time in my life, I actually knew what it felt like to have my heart torn to pieces.

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His eyes were stone cold. It wasn’t a look of envy, jealousy, or hurt. It was just blank and piercing. Like he could somehow kill me softly with his blank tranquility. There I was. Naked on the table of number 12 Grimmauld Place, crying like a fucking child, but it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t believe me, even if I had told the truth. It killed me to see how blind he was in that moment. If only he knew. If only I could tell him. Tell him how much I just wanted to hold him and have his arms securing me of my safety. But I couldn’t. That’s not how we functioned. We “benefited” from each other, and that was all. “Fuck-buddies” if you will. His face was still peering down on me like a hawk, as though to make sure I wouldn’t do anything he wouldn’t approve of in those few minutes. God, if only he could see through me instead of at me, then he wouldn’t feel this way. None of this would’ve happened. It was the most horrible pain I had ever experienced, seeing his hate, feeling it’s burden on my body, as if he were weighing me down with his revulsion. I just wanted to go grab the end of his robes and scream my apology over and over, but it was no use. My apology would be for something that I didn’t even commit, and he wouldn’t have accepted. As much as the pain coming from my ass was, Malfoy’s underestimation of me was much more painful to endure. As he turned to leave, I wanted to reach out and tell him everything, but I couldn’t. Instead, I saw his cloak swish out the door and feel the house rattle as he slammed the door behind him. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just cried some more knowing that I probably would never see the love of my life again. But maybe, just maybe there was hope. Hope for me. Hope for him. Hope for us.

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I slammed the door shut on his beautiful, crying face. I walked along the empty streets illuminated only by the lampposts. I put my hands into my pockets because the air was chill. It nipped at my face, and it reminded me of the lake. God, why the lake? Why the fucking lake? The lake was our place: a place for just Harry and me. I walked more briskly down the street as a single silent tear fell onto my shirt.

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I couldn’t believe that Voldemort had actually sent a man disguised as a young boy to make Draco think that I was fucking someone else, when really it was to rape me. It was horrible. I had never experienced such pain and agony. I needed Draco now more than I ever had, and he would never be coming back. I sobbed for hours and hours at a time, and at one point, I thought of running after him, but it would’ve been pointless because he would’ve just run away. I desperately wanted to just kill myself and have Voldemort take over the whole god damn world; I didn’t care anymore. He had taken everything I had ever loved: my parents, Sirius, and now Draco. What could be worse? I should just offer myself up as a sacrifice, but there was that small smidgen of hope that maybe one day Draco and I could duel Voldemort side by side and finish him off and live “happily ever after” but the chances were slim to none. But that’s it! It just hit me. I know how to stop him. And with that, I dried my tears, got up, grabbed my wand, and headed off out in the air on my broomstick into the midnight air to find my love and conquer my enemy.

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The air was still simply chilling. Oh, how I wished Harry would just swoop by on his broomstick and pick me up to hold me and keep me warm. Not more than ten seconds after this thought occurred had I heard a familiar muffled sound coming from behind me. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw…Harry? Flying on his broom? I had to have been imagining it. But within a few seconds, he had flown right down next to me, and was at my side. I stared at him with wide eyes. I didn’t know what to say, so I simply stared, even though on the inside, I was smiling and crying like a child.

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I had been expecting Draco to just continue walking or to hit me or something, anything but stand there nearly gaping at me. He was so beautiful. I loved him so much. I wish I could just tell him. He was still looking at me confused.



“Look, I don’t know where to begin my explaining, but you need to know before you say anything that I would never cheat on you.” His face grew hot.



“Then why the hell did you?” He growled. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but at least he wasn’t screaming at me.



“Draco, whether you believe me or not, all that back there was Voldemort’s doing. He knows about us. He sent one of his men to…to…” but somehow I couldn’t manage to spit out the words. I started crying—sobbing. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up expecting anyone but him, but it was…it was the Draco I knew and loved.



“Harry, tell me what happened,” he said calmly his hand never leaving my shoulder. I looked at him and wanted to break down again, but I held my ground and stood up to tell him.



“I was raped.” The way his face changed from worry to anger and hate was quicker than a blink of an eye. His fists began clenching and his mouth turned to his evil sneer. He cared.



“Who?” He asked through clenched teeth. I shook my head.



“He was in disguise,” I confessed. “Voldemort made him look like a kid our age to make you think I was sleeping around with someone, but I never did. He raped me, Draco.” I tried to hold back the tears, but they just flowed. He looked at each one sliding down my cheek, and then put his finger up to my cheek catching them. It was the first sign that he actually loved me. And it was the greatest moment of my life.



“I came to find you so that we can go finish Voldemort off together,” I said wiping some tears away. He looked at me confused or worried or something else that I couldn’t quite distinguish.



“I’m one of his,” he said looking at me now with what I could identify with as worry.



“I know,” I muttered. “But that’s the only way we can stop him. If we prove that we, well…you know…like my mother died for me because she—“



“Loved you?” He interrupted. I nodded. He understood, and no more had to be said.



“Get on, let me fly,” he demanded, and he hopped on, with me behind him, and we took off on a great adventure into the once again cold, evening air.





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