Winter of the Heart

This chapter is quite a while in the making but I do have a really good reason for the delay. My laptop died and I got it sent away for repairs and the guy who was supposed to fix it could have finished it in 3 hours but instead took 7 days in which I went back four times only to find that he hadn’t even started it. So sad, but it is back now and I am writing again!!

This whole chapter is from Harry’s point of view…. I didn’t mean for it to be but it worked out that way. I guess the next chapter will be in Draco’s POV then huh?

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A sharp grating sound was what woke Harry from his position on the bed. He stiffened as he felt lean arms holding him close back to hard muscled front and a soft purring filling the air.

Swallowing, he turned and looked into the lax face of Draco Malfoy. Memories rushed back to him as his eyes widened.

’Oh Merlin. I- I slept with Malfoy. Malfoy who is supposed to be my enemy and a Slytherin’, Harry could feel his breath picking up and he knew that there must be an embarrassed, red flush coloring his face.

He couldn’t believe what he had done, or how good Malfoy had made him feel. ’I can’t let myself be dragged into this. Even if it was amazing, what about Hermione and Ron?

They’ll kill me if they find out I slept with Malfoy. They already seem to hate me most of the time, if they knew they really would hate me.

He probably didn’t even mean anything by it either’, Harry shifted, tried not to feel that smooth warm skin shift against him, tried not to gasp at the half hard cock he could feel rubbing against the small of his back, tried to rationalize the sudden surge of lust and anguish he felt when he thought of Malfoy playing with his feelings, of Malfoy waking and playing with him.

He knew logically that things would never work out between them anyway, he was too Gryffindor and Malfoy too Slytherin but he wished things could be different.

Staring across the empty room awash with the fading light of the day, he could see that wretched wicker basket.

It was what had started all of this and Harry didn’t know how it had gotten in the room but he knew that if he found whoever locked them in, he would find the person who had caused this new and puzzling problem for him.

That same grating sound echoed once more through the chamber and Harry jerked his head towards the door to see it illuminated in a fierce white light. Someone was undoing the locking spell!

Harry gasped as he realized that whoever was on the other side of that door would see him naked with Malfoy if he didn’t do something.

Thinking quickly he shoved at Malfoy’s arms and slid beneath the flailing limbs to the other side, grimacing as the other boy awoke with a yelp and thump of his arse on the floor.

“I- I’m sorry. Someone’s outside trying to get in”, Harry avoided those bright hard silver eyes and struggled to pull his hopelessly wrinkled shirt over his head.

For a moment they dressed in silence and Harry felt himself relax gradually. Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t even mention what had happened between them?


Maybe he thought it was a mistake too?

Harry swallowed against the hard lump in his throat and sat on the bed to pull on his socks and trainers. The silence was deafening and Harry fidgeted as he thought of how to breach it.

He still couldn’t meet those eyes which he could tell were trained on him. He didn’t want to see the expression on that face, the loathing for what they had done.

It was a spur of the moment kind of thing and if Harry knew anything it was that one moment meant nothing compared to a lifetime of insults.

“So that’s it then”, Harry looked up at the calm voice. Malfoy was standing arms crossed as if to hold himself from flying apart. His breath caught as he took it that strangely vulnerable pose.

“That’s it? You don’t have anything to say about what happened between us? You want to just pretend it didn’t happen?” Harry winced at the escalating tone of Malfoy’s voice.

It sounded like he was angry at Harry, but why? Why would he be angry if Harry wanted them to forget it? Did that mean that he didn’t want to forget it?

“Nothing to say? You do want to just forget this happened, don’t you? What makes you think I’ll let you forget it?” Malfoy came closer, his face twisted in a mask of anger.

“Why would I want to remember this? We’re not friends Malfoy; we don’t even like each other.

I’m not even convinced you don’t have a dark mark. Besides, where would this go?

You want to be my boyfriend?

No one would accept a relationship between us. Don’t wish for things that can never be”, Harry turned towards the shimmering white light.

He hoped that whoever was on the other side would hurry so that he didn’t have to do this.

This conversation was bruising parts of his soul. It was ripping out parts of his heart and trampling them.

“I’m not going to let you forget it. I’m a veela, Harry and you‘re my mate”, Malfoy clenched a hand on Harry’s upper arm and turned him to face him.

“You’re not a full veela though. I would have known.

Dumbledore would have said something; he wouldn’t endanger everyone for you so I know that you’re probably not a full veela.

That means even if you’re right, if we are m- mates you don’t need me. You won’t die without me and you can always choose someone else to be the object of your affections”, Harry reasoned tugging his arm out of that iron grasp.

He smothered a gasp as the fingers tightened, biting into his tender flesh.

“I told you I won’t let you forget. That means that I won’t forget either. What we did- it’s never been like that for me and I know that it’s never been like that for you.

I won’t let your stubbornness ruin this for both of us. We belong together Harry and I’m going to make you see it”, He drew the struggling boy closer.

Harry shivered helplessly. He always felt helpless around Malfoy these days. He was being drawn inexorably into those arms, into that hold, into those eyes.

Harry couldn’t have told anyone what was happening right beside him right at that moment. At that moment Draco was the center of his universe and he couldn’t even breathe without him.

He found himself checking his gasps so that they coincided with Draco’s, his heartbeat so it beat in time with Draco’s. In that moment there was no one else in the world for the two of them, no one else mattered.

When their lips finally met Harry sighed happily. He had wanted this, needed this, and craved this. It was like a balm to his tattered spirit.

He hummed in pleasure as Draco’s lips moved skillfully over his and white stars exploded behind his eyelids. Desire rose in his belly, a ravenous beast roaring for acknowledgment.

He hung on for dear life, wrapping his hands around Draco’s neck and squealing into his open mouth at the rough squeezing caress to his arse.

The return of the grating noise made them spring apart as it rang louder than before through the trophy room.

Harry blushed fiercely as he realized that by practically throwing himself at Draco when the blond kissed him, he had effectively contradicted himself.

He groaned at the bright hot look in Draco’s eyes and knew that it meant he would never give up.

A resonating boom echoed through the empty trophy room and with a blinding flash of white light the locking spell broke.

The clicking open of the door broke the silence that had fallen between the two boys. Neither knew what to say to the other that they wanted to hear.

Harry had never been more grateful to see Snape’s scowling face. He didn’t even wait to see if Draco had gotten rid of the conjured bed or to hear Snape tell them who had locked them in, he fled.

He knew that it made him a coward but he didn’t think he could spend one more minute in Draco’s presence.

“Remember what I said, Harry. I won’t let it go”, He gulped as he rounded the corner and Draco’s words followed him like thick smoke, sweet and heady.