Harry Potter: Only you always and forever

Harry potter only you always and forever.
Chapter 5: Tears and discovering the truth.


After Dumbledore had left Draco went up stairs and was relieved to see Harry had calmed down to the point of just being disgusted, and his murderous intentions had taken a back seat in his mind for the time being.

Harry turned to Draco and said, "I’m going to go and join the others for a game of Quidditch, it's entirely up to you if you choose to join us or not." Harry was about to get his fire bolt out of his trunk, when they both noticed there was two barn owls outside taping on the window of Harry's room with their beaks.

Draco went to the window and opened it letting the owls in. The owls dropped a rather large package warped in plain brown paper onto the bed. The object unmistakably resembled the shape of a broomstick.

Harry slowly made his way towards the bed and stared at the package for a moment then reached out to untie the string that held the paper against the broom, while Harry did that Draco continued over to his own trunk to get out his own broom.

Suddenly Harry let out a loud gasp, and held up a new broom in both his hands. This wasn't just any broom; no it happened to be the most recent addition to the fire bolt series. There was a note with it from Sirius, telling him to enjoy it and wishing him a happy birthday.

"That's a fine broom you've got there Harry." Draco added as he came over to stand closer to Harry, to get a better look. Harry couldn't say anything in return, as he was just too shocked to say anything, he just stared down at the fine looking broom in his hands, that his godfather had gave him for his birthday.

"Harry you do realise that isn't just any old broom you happen to hold in your hands, don’t you? And it is also an extremely expensive model as well, actually it is the most expensive model there is available at the moment."

Harry suddenly snapped out of his dazed sort of trance and asked Draco how he knew that. Draco quickly walked back over to his trunk and pulled out a broom which was exactly the same model of broom Harry currently held in his hands.

Harry turned to Draco and asked him when he had got the new addition to the fire bolt series. Draco suddenly looked stricken with such sadness, that Harry suddenly did the unthinkable; he put his broom down on the bed, before he walked over to Draco, and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder.

"Look Malfoy you really don't have to tell me if you don't want to" Harry said in an almost tender tone of voice. "Its ok" replied Draco. "I want to; it’s just really hard to talk about it." He continued "You see when I heard about the new addition to the fire bolt series, I decided I wanted, well, actually had to have that broom. So I sent my mother an owl asking for that particular broom, seeing as my seventeenth birthday was coming up at the time.”

He paused for a moment before continuing “So without me even knowing at the time, my mother did actually get me the broom. I didn't actually get it until I was called to Dumbledore's office on the morning of my birthday.”

He paused again, as reliving memories such as these was painful. He took a deep breath and continued “When I entered Dumbledore's office the first people I noticed in the office when I arrived was a man and a woman, the woman I recognised straight away, as the same auror that had been after my father in the past.”

He added “I knew something wasn't right because there wasn't just two aurors in Dumbledore's office at the time, but both professors McGonagall and Snape were there to. So I asked that particular auror I recognised what she wanted, I told her that I hadn't seen or heard from my father since the beginning of my sixth year.”

Harry noted Draco looked even paler then usual. “It suddenly hit me why they were there, when I asked if my mother was ok everyone went really quiet and tried to avoid looking at me. Then she told me that she and her partner had received information from the ministry, information informing them that a house elf had found my mother lying dead on the floor in the office in my father’s chambers that he used when he was at home at the manor.”

He paused again, but continued at Harry’s nod of encouragement “I then realised the vision I had had the night before had been real, and had actually happened. I realised at that very moment that my visions weren't worthless, and I was really a genuine seer after all.”

He added bitterly “I was going to tell Snape after breakfast what I had seen in my vision the night before, but he beat me to it, and sent me an owl in the morning post at breakfast. The note was to tell me that I had to go straight to Dumbledore's office after breakfast, and that I wasn't in any kind of trouble.”

Harry frowned “So that was why you were really distant and a lot less vocally abusive towards me Ron and Hermione in the last week of our sixth year, before the holidays?" Harry asked all of a sudden. "Yeah that was why; I really avoided pretty much everyone after that" Draco replied.

"Anyway I felt like if I didn't get out of that office quickly I would have suffocated and keel over, I felt like I couldn't breathe, it felt so bad. So I quickly fled the room like the coward I know I was for running away.”

Harry shook his head and said “You are not a coward Draco; she was your mother after all. I take it you were a lot closer to your mother then you were your father?" Harry added. "Thanks. And by the way it makes a nice change to here you call me by my first name instead of my family name" Draco had replied.

He continued "Anyway I fled the room and I moved so quickly I hardly noticed McGonagall had tried to reach out to me and comfort me, but I was too quick for her, plus I didn't realise Dumbledore had followed me until I heard him call my name calling me back.”

He continued “When I turned round I noticed he was hold a package wrapped in green and silver paper. I also realised that it was in fact a broom, and was the broom I had asked for, she had got me what I had asked her for.”

Draco’s eyes filled with tears, but none fell. He cleared his throat and went on “Dumbledore told me that the aurors had found the broom among her possessions when they had searched the manor. The last words my mother ever said to me were said through a note that was inside the paper with the broom.”

He sighed wearily and continued “She told me that she hoped she had got me the right broom, and that she loved me so much and was so proud of what I had accomplished, and what she knew I would do and become in the future. The last thing my mother seen before my father killed her with the killing curse, was a vision of me and you standing with her future grand children in our arms.”

Draco flushed slightly, after telling Harry what his mother had seen. But he continued on. He needed to, or else he wouldn’t ever be able to finish. “That was what she also wrote in the note to me; it was more like a letter. The way she wrote the letter it was if she knew that my father knew about her working for the order, and was coming to kill her."

Before he could continue his voice cracked, and before he could stop himself he broke down into floods of tears. Harry was too shocked, but suddenly certain feelings and emotions kicked in. Harry didn't even realise he felt for Draco in that kind of way, until that very second. But he was absolute certain, that those feelings he was feeling were real, and not a figure of his imagination, or the heat of the moment kinder thing.

He also realised at that moment that the problems he had had with Draco at the beginning of there fifth year, where he found it hard to fight with Draco, whenever Draco would start anything. But he had been put off and decided to leave things alone, after what Draco had said about Cedric Diggory and every single nasty thing he had done on the way home on the train, at the end of their fifth year.

But now Draco had converted to their side, and had changed his views about Ron and all the Weasley's, plus Hermione and muggles, plus his mother’s death at the hands of his father. Somehow those feelings he had been starting to develop at the beginning of their fifth year, had returned much stronger and deeper, and with sure vengeance.

Harry then knew what he had to, no not had to, but actually and truly wanted to do. He then closed the rest of the distance that remained between himself and Draco. He slowly moved his hand up to stroke the side of Draco's face with his thumb, and then he gently pushed way the strands of hair that had managed to fall into Draco's eyes.

What Harry did next made Draco's breath catch in his throat. Harry leaned in even closer, and gently and lightly brushed his lips against Draco's. When Harry slightly pulled his face away he couldn't help but smile, at the shocked expression that graced Draco's face. His eyes were wide with shock and tears still ran freely down his cheeks, but not as heavy or as fast as before.

Draco then looked deep into Harry's eyes as if he was looking for something or was silently asking Harry for permission, he must have found what he was looking for or got his answer, because in that instant Draco slowly leaned forward and captured Harry's mouth in a passionate kiss.

He didn't dare move his hands up further so he could touch Harry, out of fear of what spell Harry must have been under would break, and Harry would go back to hating him. But instead Harry, who must have read Draco's thoughts or sensed how hesitant Draco was being, responded to the kiss, and leaned in towards Draco, until they were impossibly close.

Taking that as his cue to continue, Draco firmly but gently at the same time wound his arms around Harry's waist, Harry responded by wounding his arms around Draco's neck and deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue deeply into Draco's mouth.

Draco let out a small sob and sigh of sudden happiness into Harry's mouth. Harry let out a little whimper, it felt wonderful kissing Draco. He knew at that moment that he was where he was supposed to be, and with whom he was supposed to be with, it felt so natural.

Meanwhile out in the fields Hermione and Ginny had joined Ron and the twins as they played Quidditch. Ron turned and looked at the others and said. "Maybe we should get back before Harry try's to strangle Draco, I don't think it's wise to leave them alone for too long."

Everyone agreed Ron probably wasn't that far wrong about Harry even tempting to strangle Draco. They knew he was fuming about Draco's sudden appearance at the Burrow and in his life. So they all made their way back towards the Burrow, once Ron and the twins had landed and dismounted their brooms.

Neither one of them, not even Hermione would have expected to find the sight that lay before them, when they finally reached the Burrow, and Harry's room. They quietly walked up the stairs, so if there was any sounds coming from the room, that sound anything like a struggle, then they would be ready for it.

But instead of the sound of a struggle taking place, they heard the unmistakable sounds of passion, which definitely didn't sound like a struggle. Ron and the twins stepped forwards, and the sight that lay before them turned there ears and cheeks a violent shade of red as red as all the Weasley's family hair combined together.

Harry and Draco only remained in there underwear. They were so impossibly close, that it was near impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. Every time they moved around on the bed the bed wound make a small creaking sound, this brought a wicked shit eating grin on Ron's face.

The twins took one look at their baby brother and only managed to stop them selves grabbing Ron and giving him the infamous Weasley twin’s third degree lecture. It suddenly dawned on them, the reason why Ron had not asked Hermione out, or hung around with a lot of the other members of the opposite gender. He was gay.

There was now no denying such facts, the evidence spoke for it's self. Ron's face was impossibly flushed bright red, and it was obvious that the bulge in Ron old hand me down warn jeans, was unmistakably a hard on.

Fred and George turned their gaze towards the girls, who were extremely flushed with embarrassment, Fred and George discreetly as they possibly could with the girls standing near by, tried to get hold of their brother’s attention, who started to protest. But he stopped and remained silent and wide eyed; when he clearly saw what the twins were trying to discreetly get his attention to focus on.

Hermione and Ginny were standing close together to close in fact; a lot closer then any normal female heterosexual friends would ever. Their hands were a mere breaths inch away from linking together. Fred and George's senses were in dramatic over load to say the least, today interesting things kept happening right before there eyes.

First Draco admitted his true feelings for Harry. Then here was Harry at that very moment half naked, in the process of being screwed by Draco. Then Ron got a hard on from just watching them go at it. Then to put the final layer of icing on top of the cake, Hermione and Ginny were practically holding hands with each other, right in front of them.

Fred and George were just dying to send owls to Charlie and Bill in Romania and Egypt, telling them they were possibly no longer the only ones in the family that were gay. Fred suddenly had an idea. He whispered something in George's ear, who grinned evilly when Fred had finished telling him his plan.

Fred and George managed to persuade Ron, Hermione and Ginny to go with them to their room. Once they were all in Fred and George's room, Fred grinned happily to himself, his plan was taking shape, just like he hoped it would.

George walked over to his trunk and took out an old muggle calendar that he and Fred used to look at all the time, when they first started to notice girls a lot more. Of course it was the girls they wanted to look at, considering the calendar consisted of both genders in their swimming wear.

Fred said he and George needed a favour, he asked the other three to tell them which part of the calendar looked the best, the male or the female half. The others didn't realise the implications, at least until they had spilled their guts, revealing their darkest of secrets, their true sexual preferences.

The situation seem innocent enough to them, how wrong could have they been. Hermione and Ginny said they preferred the female half of the calendar, when compared to the male half. Ron disagreed; he said the male half was definitely better, better then the female half of the calendar.

Fred and George both screeched happily, happy that they'd been proved right yet again. Ron and the other two looked at the twins, as if to say ‘It looks like they've finally lost their marbles’ but went wide eyed with pure horror, when it finally dawned on them, what they'd just admitted to, and in front of the twins of all people.

They had just come out to the twins, they were absolutely mortified. At that moment, Ron and the girls, Ron especially declared war against the twins; they were in for some serious pay back.