Revenge

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places etc. I am just borrowing them and intend to return them… maybe. I also do not make a profit from my work.

Chapter Five: An awkward reminder of the past.

Dinnertime was fast approaching and Draco Malfoy was getting more nervous by the second. He had spent most of the afternoon playing wizard chess against Harry, who was the worst opponent one could ask for. Neither boy had plucked up the courage to talk about their relationship, though Draco knew they would have to discuss it soon. They had shared the odd fleeting touch and even a couple of gentle kisses throughout the afternoon however, both were still lost with what it all meant though.

Just as the large oak clock, which sat at the edge of Neville and Luna’s living room, began to chime six, there was a knock at the door. Draco felt his stomach knot, wishing he could be anywhere but here right now. He knew this was going to be awkward. He heard Neville answer the door and greet his three friends.

Seamus was the first to enter the sitting room, stopping dead when he saw the blond sitting there.

“Draco!” he exclaimed, the shock evident on his face.

“Seamus,” Draco replied, desperately trying not to make eye contact.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Harry frown at the two of them, before standing to greet the Irish boy, “Seamus, how’s it going?”

Seamus shook his head, Harry’s voice pulling him out of his stupor, “Harry. Fine and you?”

“Pretty much the same,” smiled Harry, as he shook Seamus’ hand, and then pulled the boy into a friendly hug.

Dean, Ginny and Neville finally entered the sitting room. Both Dean and Ginny excitedly greeted Draco with hugs and a scolding from Ginny for leaving King’s Cross and not keeping in touch. Draco apologised for that for a second time that day.

The six sat making small talk, mainly Harry and Dean were discussing the finer points of Quidditch, while the others listened and added the occasional comment. Throughout this time, Draco noticed Seamus repeatedly looking over at him. It was as if the Irish boy was trying to confirm to himself that Draco was actually there.

Shortly after, Luna entered, telling them that dinner was served. Many topics were discussed over dinner. Ginny and Dean told everyone of their decision to move in together, Dean informed them that his new club in Muggle London would be open soon and they were all invited to attend if they wished, and Luna and Neville discussed their wedding plans with the rest of the group.

Throughout dinner, Seamus was still giving Draco curious glances, and by the expression on Harry’s face, it was apparent that he wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Will you stop it?” Draco exclaimed, causing everyone to fall silent and stare at him. Shit, had he said that aloud?

Seamus glared at him. “Stop what?” he asked, a look of pure innocence on his face.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Draco snapped.

“Like what, Malfoy?” Seamus spat back.

Draco glared at him, with a death glare that had taken him most of his young life to get as cold as his father’s. He may have hated Lucius, but having the trademark Malfoy glare did come in handy sometimes.

“What is going on with you two?” Harry asked, looking from Draco to Seamus.

“Nothing,” Seamus quickly answered.

“You would say that, wouldn’t you, Finnegan?” sneered Draco.

“Merlin, you’re such an arsehole,” Seamus said, then got up and left the table, heading into the living room. Dean, Ginny and Luna got up to follow him.

“What the fuck is going on, Draco?” Harry asked, after the others had left.

“As Seamus said, nothing is going on,” he replied, sipping down the rest of his glass of wine.

“It really looks like it,” said Neville. “So, you better tell us what the hell is going on, or we’ll go and pry it out of Seamus,” Neville looked squarely at Draco, letting him know that he was not in the mood to be messed with.

Draco sat with his head hanging for a few moments. He really didn’t want to tell them anything. This was so unfair. A few days ago, his life had been fine. Granted, he did not have Harry, but he was getting along okay. Now, old wounds had been re-opened and Draco didn’t think he could take much more, and on top of it all, there were still a bunch of Death Eaters who wanted him dead.

Just as he was about to open his mouth Dean, Ginny and Luna returned to the kitchen.

“Seamus told us everything. How could you use him like that?” Ginny asked.

Draco let out a small snort of laughter and stood up, “You heard his side of the story then? How big, bad Malfoy only wanted sex? Bet he didn’t tell you what he did, when I told him I didn’t want more, did he? Didn’t tell you how I ended up in St. Mungo’s for a week, because of him?”

Draco wanted to leave the room, but the only other room attached to the kitchen was the living room, and he was almost certain Seamus was still in there. He didn’t want to look at the faces of the others. He wasn’t sure if he would see pity or disbelief in their eyes, after all, Seamus had been friends with them a lot longer than he had. He finally walked over to the sink, resting his hands on the sides and staring at the window. This didn’t help; the darkness outside caused everything to be reflected clearly on the glass surface. He saw Luna, Dean and Ginny, all wearing expressions of shock at what they had learnt. Neville’s expression resembled that of the other three. However, the one that counted the most, Draco could not see, as Harry was sat with his back to the window. The silence of the room dragged on, nobody knew what to say or do.

Dean eventually broke the silence, “I think it’s best if Ginny and I take Seamus home.”

Neville nodded and Dean and Ginny left the room. Soon after, two pops were heard from the living room. Draco assumed that either Ginny or Dean had had to Apparate Seamus themselves.

A few more moments of silence passed, eventually Neville stood, the scraping of his chair ringing loudly through the muted kitchen.

“Come on, honey, we can clean up in the morning,” he said as he gently led Luna out of the room. Their footsteps could be heard on the stairs a few moments later.

Harry was silent for a long time and Draco wished he could see the other boy’s expression. Time seemed to be going at half its normal speed and Draco was unsure of how long had passed before Harry spoke.

“What happened? From the beginning,” he said, without looking up.

Draco turned to face him, even though Harry was still sitting with his back to him, “There’s a club, just off Diagon Alley. I was in there one night and we bumped into each other. We ended up getting really drink and going back to his place; I’m sure you can guess what happened then. Well, after the first time, we ended up meeting there a couple of times a week and we always ended up back at his place, sometimes we weren’t even drunk. A few weeks later, he told me he wanted more, he wanted a relationship, said he wanted to see where it could go. I told him I couldn’t give him that, because I was in love with someone else. I was in love with you,” Draco paused, but continued when Harry said nothing, “he got angry and attacked me, used both his wand and his fists. By the time he was finished, I was coughing up blood, I couldn’t move, my whole body just hurt. I think it hit him then, what he had done. He Apparated me to St. Mungo's and left me in the waiting room. I hadn’t seen him since.”

Harry remained silent and Draco longed to know what the other boy was thinking. He turned back to stare at the window, the kitchen still reflected on the glass. It was eerie, he thought, not being able to see out properly, but knowing that people would be able to see in, were they to know that the house was actually there.

Eventually, Draco watched Harry’s reflection, as the other boy stood and walked towards him. When he was only a few millimetres away, Harry stopped, his eyes locking with the silver ones reflected on the window.

“I don’t know what to say, Draco,” Harry began. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Draco tore his eyes away from Harry’s in the window; he didn’t want pity or for people to feel sorry for him. It was over and that was all that mattered. He hadn’t told the mediwizards at St. Mungo’s who it was that attacked him, claiming that it was just some drunk who was after his money. His reason for that was the same reason he did not want to tell Harry and Neville earlier, he didn’t want to see that look on their faces.

“Now I know why I hadn’t seen Seamus for a long time,” said Harry. He moved closer to Draco, gently placing his hands on the blonde’s hips, Harry lent his chin on Draco’s shoulder. Draco looked up and their eyes met once again in the window.

“Show me,” Harry whispered, his breath ghosting over Draco’s ear, causing a light shudder down his spine.

“Show you what?” Draco whispered in reply. Harry moved closer, placing the front of his body flush against Draco’s back.

“Show me how much you love me,” Harry whispered again into Draco’s ear. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Draco quickly turned in Harry’s embrace to look at Harry’s green eyes. He had waited so long to hear Harry say that, and now that he had, Draco was scared it was for the wrong reasons.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “Don’t just say it because of what I told you tonight.”

Harry shook his head, “I’m not, Draco, I’m saying it because I’m in love with you.”

Draco didn’t need any more conformation; he attached his lips to Harry’s, sliding his tongue between parted lips, to explore Harry’s hot mouth.

When breath became an issue, Draco pulled back and gently took one of Harry’s hands in his. Draco guided Harry to his room and once inside he muttered Locking and Silencing Spells.

After the spells were in place, Draco pulled Harry to him and continued to kiss him, as he began to undo the buttons of Harry’s shirt. Harry pulled out of the kiss, resting his forehead against Draco’s, as his shirt slipped off his broad, muscular shoulders.

“Draco?” Harry said.

“Yeah?” Draco whispered, as he slid his hands down Harry’s toned chest and then began placing soft kisses along his neck.

“I’ve never done this before, just… go slow, okay?” Draco stopped his ministrations to look at Harry, before lightly nodding his head.

He led Harry over to the double bed that was situated in the centre of the room. Harry sat back on the bed and watched as Draco slowly slipped out of his clothes. When he was naked, Draco crawled up Harry’s body and began kissing him again, deeply, allowing their tongues to dance. He removed Harry’s pants and boxers and sat back; admiring the naked form of the man, he had loved for so long.

He kissed his way up Harry’s body, ignoring the blood-filled erection, until he once again met Harry’s mouth. Kissing his way up to Harry’s ear, Draco whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful.” He then kissed and licked his way back down Harry’s body, paying close attention to each stiffened nipple, and Harry’s belly button, which Draco quickly learnt was a very sensitive spot for the other boy. Once he reached Harry’s middle, he pushed Harry’s legs up, so they were bent at the knees and he had his feet flat on the bed.

After muttering a Lubrication Spell, Draco slowly entered a finger inside Harry. This soon became two, then three, which Draco would crook on every other thrust, to brush over Harry’s prostate. When Harry was writhing and moaning incoherently, Draco slipped out his fingers, covered his twitching erection with a generous amount of lube and slowly entered Harry. When he was fully inside Harry, he used all his self-control to give Harry time to adjust. When Harry nodded, Draco began to move, using long, slow thrusts.

Harry was the first to reach orgasm, Draco’s hand having added the extra stimulation he had needed. The tightening of Harry’s muscles during his orgasm had been Draco’s undoing, and the blond had come shortly after Harry.

Once their breathing had returned to normal, both boys curled up to each other, and with contented smiles, fell into a deep sleep.