War of the Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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10
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4,185
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14
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7 Slave for you
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CHAPTER 7 Slave for you
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Harry Potter woke with a start,certain it had all been a dream.Or nightmare. He sat halfway up,and tried to open his eyes,but it hurt way too much.He sank back down on the bed and groaned. It hadn't been a dream.A nightmare perhaps, but not the sleeping kind.Whatever had possessed him?!Stupid,stupid,stupid! He fumbled for his glasses, and tried putting them on without touching his eyes, which of course, wasn't even close to possible,and went in search for a mirror.
Ron found him in the boys bathroom,standing still,staring in the mirror. "What the..?Harry!What's happened?!" Harry looked at him, his left eye swollen and bruised. His nose still had a trickle of blood from it, and it was no less swollen than his eye. "I..I..." Harry gave up the art of speech, and resigned to looking in the mirror. "Mate?Are you all right?" Ron's soft voice, and hand on Harrys shoulder tried to penetrate into Harrys catatonic state of mind.But there was only one circle of thoughts in his mind now. "How could he have been so stupid?Kissing Malfoy??Was he mad?He deserved the punches.Oh,Malfoy certainly wouldn't think he was attractive now.Oh,like he ever had?Stupid!" The circle of thoughts went around and around.
After awhile,Ron managed to get hold of one of the Gryffindor girls,and sent for Hermione,who was still asleep. The three of them sat down on Harrys bed, Harry still not being able to speak in complete sentences. "Was it..him?Was it Malfoy?" Hermione reluctantly asked. Harry leaned forwards,elbows resting on his knees,and hid his face in his hands. "Listen,mate,I don't get it. I thought you liked girls? I mean.." Hermione shot Ron a brisk look telling him off for the lack of tact, but added "We don't really understand.I mean..We thought you hated Malfoy?Like we all do?Or did..." ,and her voice faltered.
Harry made a mumbling sound. "What?" Ron leaned closer as Harry repeated it,and blushed. "Oh man..And then he hit you?" Harry nodded vigorously. "What?" Hermione demanded. Ron looked at her, pity for Harry filling him up. "He kissed Malfoy.And then,this happened." Ron cleared his throat. "I have to ask,Harry..how long?" Harry tried to sit as still as possible,he didn't want to cry,but he had no possibility to hold it in.He started sobbing silently,and after awhile he could tell Ron that it had to have been a long time, allthough he only realized a few days ago.
Hermione was torn between the feeling of being backstabbed,and the feeling that she should help Harry get through this.Her soft spot for Harry,and the almost mechanic sympathy overwhelmed her sense of betrayal. Ron on the other hand,looked at Harry like he was transfigured into a giant spider.Disgusting and scary,was what Ron's eyes seemed to say. He nodded to Hermione, and they left Harry crying on his bed.
They closed the dormitorydoor, and Ron loudly exclaimed Harry must've been hexed,cursed,poisoned,fooled,one or all the above. This couldn't be real, and he wanted to drag Hermione to Dumbledores office to sort it out.Harry heard them clearly through the doors.He was somewhat relieved that Hermione told him off,but he knew he had hurt them both with this, unwillingly as it may be.He took a look at his watch,and found it to be near lunch.He brazed himself, wiped his tears off his face, cleansed his glasses, replacing them on his nose,and opened the door.
Hermione and Ron looked at him, both concerned. "I'm starved,let's go eat." "Harry..are you sure?We can bring you up something?" Hermione had a worry-frown on her face. "It's ok, really. Besides..I want to see him.And I won't see him,if I'm sitting here." Harrys apologetic and longing face, made Ron feel like he had gone over to a very disturbing place, where everything was distorted and wrong. Hermione asked cautiosly "And..what will you do when you see him?"
Harry smiled. "Eat lunch." He ruffled Ron's hair. "Let's go." Hermione and Ron exchanged dark looks of worry behind his back.
It felt like Harry had two personalities at the moment.One sick,warped side of himself that no one had never known,and the old Harry, that popped out from behind the other Harry. They didn't know Harry himself felt the same way. He felt like he was parted in two pieces. The old him, that belonged firmly in Gryffindor,that was best friends with Ron and Hermione,and that spited and hated Draco Malfoy as much as they did, if not more. And then there was this new part, the part of him that may have been part of the reason the Sorting Hat had wanted to put him in Slytherin.The part of him that wanted to hold Malfoy down, or be held down by him and .. his thoughts were interrupted in the entrance to the Great Hall, where Draco Malfoy stood sullenly,leaning in the doorframe,looking in on the Great Hall.
He looked the perfect picture of suitably bored aristocracy,blond hair in perfect place,all but a few strands of hair that had strayed to his cheek. Hermione followed Rons nod at Harry,who had stopped walking,and were now just standing and staring at Malfoy, and she nudged his shoulder. "Harry.." The soft word seemed to be enough to turn the Slytherin around. He looked at Harry, the usual smirk lost from his beautiful features.Harry stepped forward, wanting to speak,to explain,to say something but felt incapable of producing other sounds than sharp breath. "Draco..I.." Malfoy shoved a piece of parchment into his hands, and walked hurriedly away to the Slytherin table.
When Hermione and Ron came up to him after watching the silent interlude, they saw that Harry was almost crimson red, flushed, his eyes had a glassy look, and he looked like he had had the most pleasant daydream. Harry stepped a bit away from Hermione and Ron to read the precious note. "Follow me." Those were the only two words on the parchment, the calligraphy impeccable.His heart was thundering.He tried to find the blonde boys eyes, but Draco sat looking down into his meal. What could it mean? Should he follow him after the meal,or before? Face lit with confusion,he carefully folded the note and put it the pocket of his jeans,and said over his shoulder, "Let's eat?" and strolled off to the Gryffindortable, trying to act normal.
Hermione and Ron, allthough curious and worried, they followed Harrys lead to act as if nothing had happened.
When they had sat down, Harry did nothing but stare at Malfoy.He couldn't eat,but he stared at Malfoy with a hunger stronger than any feeling he had ever had to overcome.Hermione had to whisper to him after awhile. "Harry,people are noticing you staring at him!Atleast eat something!" Harry nodded, and didn't really care that people noticed. The way Mal..Draco..The way Draco ate, the way he pushed his hair out of his face ..It was mesmerizing.At long last,Draco looked up,and met his gaze.
It was like a deer caught in the headlights. Harry felt his heart pounding so hard, he wouldn't be surprized if it broke through his ribcage.Malfoy looked at him, like he was considering upon something,and finally,after several seconds,seconds that felt like minutes, he nodded, and excused himself. Harry rised, and followed him, forgetting everything but Malfoy, and his silvery eyes.Ron and Hermione sat left, watching as their friend ran after his archrival like a puppy after it's master.
Draco didn't know why he had written the note.And certainly not why he had given the note to Potter. He sat,eating in silence, wanting to take the note back. He could feel Potter staring at him all the while deciding if he should or shouldn't do it,and at last,deciding to do it. He lifted his gaze and looked into Potters eyes.The Gryffindor had apparantly not done anything but staring at him the last fifteen minutes.He saw the raw feeling of hunger in the Gryffindors jade stare,and nodded at him, while excusing himself from the table.He did not turn to see if Potter was following him,the hunger in his eyes had ensured Draco that Potter would indeed follow him. As he trailed downwards towards the dungeons, Potters steps became more hesitant,but he could still feel Potters stare burning in his neck.
As they stopped in front of the Slytherin portrait entrance,Potter a few steps behind,Malfoy turned and looked at him. "We must talk.If you agree, you will also agree not to divulge the Slytherin password to anyone." Potter nodded, eyes shimmering as if dazed. Malfoy turned again. "Parseltongue." He spoke the password softly and entered, extending a hand to Potter,who was standing still, eyeing the Slytherin portrait hole with a sobered gaze,and something inside Dracos chest tightened.
"Follow me", he said.And Harry,as he looked into Malfoys eyes,couldn't help but.
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A/N: From here on, I must work on the chapters,these have been edited atleast a hundred times, so be patient,it's more on the way!
CHAPTER 7 Slave for you
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Harry Potter woke with a start,certain it had all been a dream.Or nightmare. He sat halfway up,and tried to open his eyes,but it hurt way too much.He sank back down on the bed and groaned. It hadn't been a dream.A nightmare perhaps, but not the sleeping kind.Whatever had possessed him?!Stupid,stupid,stupid! He fumbled for his glasses, and tried putting them on without touching his eyes, which of course, wasn't even close to possible,and went in search for a mirror.
Ron found him in the boys bathroom,standing still,staring in the mirror. "What the..?Harry!What's happened?!" Harry looked at him, his left eye swollen and bruised. His nose still had a trickle of blood from it, and it was no less swollen than his eye. "I..I..." Harry gave up the art of speech, and resigned to looking in the mirror. "Mate?Are you all right?" Ron's soft voice, and hand on Harrys shoulder tried to penetrate into Harrys catatonic state of mind.But there was only one circle of thoughts in his mind now. "How could he have been so stupid?Kissing Malfoy??Was he mad?He deserved the punches.Oh,Malfoy certainly wouldn't think he was attractive now.Oh,like he ever had?Stupid!" The circle of thoughts went around and around.
After awhile,Ron managed to get hold of one of the Gryffindor girls,and sent for Hermione,who was still asleep. The three of them sat down on Harrys bed, Harry still not being able to speak in complete sentences. "Was it..him?Was it Malfoy?" Hermione reluctantly asked. Harry leaned forwards,elbows resting on his knees,and hid his face in his hands. "Listen,mate,I don't get it. I thought you liked girls? I mean.." Hermione shot Ron a brisk look telling him off for the lack of tact, but added "We don't really understand.I mean..We thought you hated Malfoy?Like we all do?Or did..." ,and her voice faltered.
Harry made a mumbling sound. "What?" Ron leaned closer as Harry repeated it,and blushed. "Oh man..And then he hit you?" Harry nodded vigorously. "What?" Hermione demanded. Ron looked at her, pity for Harry filling him up. "He kissed Malfoy.And then,this happened." Ron cleared his throat. "I have to ask,Harry..how long?" Harry tried to sit as still as possible,he didn't want to cry,but he had no possibility to hold it in.He started sobbing silently,and after awhile he could tell Ron that it had to have been a long time, allthough he only realized a few days ago.
Hermione was torn between the feeling of being backstabbed,and the feeling that she should help Harry get through this.Her soft spot for Harry,and the almost mechanic sympathy overwhelmed her sense of betrayal. Ron on the other hand,looked at Harry like he was transfigured into a giant spider.Disgusting and scary,was what Ron's eyes seemed to say. He nodded to Hermione, and they left Harry crying on his bed.
They closed the dormitorydoor, and Ron loudly exclaimed Harry must've been hexed,cursed,poisoned,fooled,one or all the above. This couldn't be real, and he wanted to drag Hermione to Dumbledores office to sort it out.Harry heard them clearly through the doors.He was somewhat relieved that Hermione told him off,but he knew he had hurt them both with this, unwillingly as it may be.He took a look at his watch,and found it to be near lunch.He brazed himself, wiped his tears off his face, cleansed his glasses, replacing them on his nose,and opened the door.
Hermione and Ron looked at him, both concerned. "I'm starved,let's go eat." "Harry..are you sure?We can bring you up something?" Hermione had a worry-frown on her face. "It's ok, really. Besides..I want to see him.And I won't see him,if I'm sitting here." Harrys apologetic and longing face, made Ron feel like he had gone over to a very disturbing place, where everything was distorted and wrong. Hermione asked cautiosly "And..what will you do when you see him?"
Harry smiled. "Eat lunch." He ruffled Ron's hair. "Let's go." Hermione and Ron exchanged dark looks of worry behind his back.
It felt like Harry had two personalities at the moment.One sick,warped side of himself that no one had never known,and the old Harry, that popped out from behind the other Harry. They didn't know Harry himself felt the same way. He felt like he was parted in two pieces. The old him, that belonged firmly in Gryffindor,that was best friends with Ron and Hermione,and that spited and hated Draco Malfoy as much as they did, if not more. And then there was this new part, the part of him that may have been part of the reason the Sorting Hat had wanted to put him in Slytherin.The part of him that wanted to hold Malfoy down, or be held down by him and .. his thoughts were interrupted in the entrance to the Great Hall, where Draco Malfoy stood sullenly,leaning in the doorframe,looking in on the Great Hall.
He looked the perfect picture of suitably bored aristocracy,blond hair in perfect place,all but a few strands of hair that had strayed to his cheek. Hermione followed Rons nod at Harry,who had stopped walking,and were now just standing and staring at Malfoy, and she nudged his shoulder. "Harry.." The soft word seemed to be enough to turn the Slytherin around. He looked at Harry, the usual smirk lost from his beautiful features.Harry stepped forward, wanting to speak,to explain,to say something but felt incapable of producing other sounds than sharp breath. "Draco..I.." Malfoy shoved a piece of parchment into his hands, and walked hurriedly away to the Slytherin table.
When Hermione and Ron came up to him after watching the silent interlude, they saw that Harry was almost crimson red, flushed, his eyes had a glassy look, and he looked like he had had the most pleasant daydream. Harry stepped a bit away from Hermione and Ron to read the precious note. "Follow me." Those were the only two words on the parchment, the calligraphy impeccable.His heart was thundering.He tried to find the blonde boys eyes, but Draco sat looking down into his meal. What could it mean? Should he follow him after the meal,or before? Face lit with confusion,he carefully folded the note and put it the pocket of his jeans,and said over his shoulder, "Let's eat?" and strolled off to the Gryffindortable, trying to act normal.
Hermione and Ron, allthough curious and worried, they followed Harrys lead to act as if nothing had happened.
When they had sat down, Harry did nothing but stare at Malfoy.He couldn't eat,but he stared at Malfoy with a hunger stronger than any feeling he had ever had to overcome.Hermione had to whisper to him after awhile. "Harry,people are noticing you staring at him!Atleast eat something!" Harry nodded, and didn't really care that people noticed. The way Mal..Draco..The way Draco ate, the way he pushed his hair out of his face ..It was mesmerizing.At long last,Draco looked up,and met his gaze.
It was like a deer caught in the headlights. Harry felt his heart pounding so hard, he wouldn't be surprized if it broke through his ribcage.Malfoy looked at him, like he was considering upon something,and finally,after several seconds,seconds that felt like minutes, he nodded, and excused himself. Harry rised, and followed him, forgetting everything but Malfoy, and his silvery eyes.Ron and Hermione sat left, watching as their friend ran after his archrival like a puppy after it's master.
Draco didn't know why he had written the note.And certainly not why he had given the note to Potter. He sat,eating in silence, wanting to take the note back. He could feel Potter staring at him all the while deciding if he should or shouldn't do it,and at last,deciding to do it. He lifted his gaze and looked into Potters eyes.The Gryffindor had apparantly not done anything but staring at him the last fifteen minutes.He saw the raw feeling of hunger in the Gryffindors jade stare,and nodded at him, while excusing himself from the table.He did not turn to see if Potter was following him,the hunger in his eyes had ensured Draco that Potter would indeed follow him. As he trailed downwards towards the dungeons, Potters steps became more hesitant,but he could still feel Potters stare burning in his neck.
As they stopped in front of the Slytherin portrait entrance,Potter a few steps behind,Malfoy turned and looked at him. "We must talk.If you agree, you will also agree not to divulge the Slytherin password to anyone." Potter nodded, eyes shimmering as if dazed. Malfoy turned again. "Parseltongue." He spoke the password softly and entered, extending a hand to Potter,who was standing still, eyeing the Slytherin portrait hole with a sobered gaze,and something inside Dracos chest tightened.
"Follow me", he said.And Harry,as he looked into Malfoys eyes,couldn't help but.
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A/N: From here on, I must work on the chapters,these have been edited atleast a hundred times, so be patient,it's more on the way!