I wish

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t sue. /N: /N: Though the idea had been in my head for weeks, I wrote this during a Catalan class this morning. This contains, slash, violence and language, so you have been warned.
Thanks forever to Dea_liberty for the Beta.

“As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I wish…
I wish he’d go away”.
- Identity -


“We haven’t got much time left...” whispered a boy from his bed in the hospital wing. He ran a hand down his friend’s face and closed his eyes.
“Harry?” she said desperately, and the anguish in her voice ghosted over his pale skin.
“It’s over” The old men standing beside the bed let out a held breath and left the room; his eyes heavy with unshed tears and his statement hanging in the air with a truth so thick that Hermione thought she might suffocate.

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The battle field was wet and muddy, and the rain kept falling incessantly, as though the skies had allied with the evil forces advancing the Hogwarts’ grounds in search for The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry was running, wand in hand, across the forbidden forest; bushes and branches tearing his robes and marring his skin. Behind him, a hooded figure with his face hidden under a mask, shot curses that ran for the hunted.
“Crucio!” and Harry found himself face down on the ground, his body convulsing and twisting in odd angles. The pain was so strong it felt like it was going on forever and, when it finally subsided, it was replaced by a panic-stricken revelation.
Draco Malfoy was hovering over him, hair wet, jaw clenched, and brow furrowed in bemusement; his mask was hanging loosely between his fingers. Harry tried to get up, but was pushed down again by Malfoy’s foot on his shoulder.
The Gryffindor spat out some blood and cleaned the remnants with the back of his hand.
“I knew it would end up like this,” he stated evenly. The blond arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. “I knew you’d try and kill me right when I can’t even fight back”.
Malfoy sank to his knees straddling the other boy and pressing his hand to Harry’s throat.
“And that is just perfect for you, isn’t it? Blame your death on my cowardice when it was you who ran into the forest in the first place” he hissed venomously. “How do you want this, Potter?”
Harry shut his eyes tightly trying to hold onto each particle of the little air left in his lungs.
“How much do you want to die? You knew I was lurking out there, waiting for you to come and play Hide and Seek.” he smirked.
When Malfoy let go, Harry took a deep chocked breath and eyed him, spilling, in one look, the loathing held in patiently for nineteen years.
“And just what are you going to do, let me run back to the castle? Maybe it’s you who wants to die… Voldemort won’t even think twice in cursing you into oblivion”.
Harry shifted under the blonde’s weight, Malfoy pinning his wrists above his head.
“You’re so funny Potter, one can’t stop laughing when around you”.
Harry chuckled insolently and struggled again.
“And just how much do you want this, Malfoy?” His eyebrow arched in a very Malfoy-esque way. “Thought I never not the the looks you gave me back at school, did you?”
“Fuck you!” Malfoy punched him in the face, staining his knuckles with Harry’s blood. Harry groaned in pain and kneed his aggressor in the groin, rolling them so that he was on top. Grasping the blonde’s, hair he knocked his head maniacally against a tree root until Malfoy parted his lips in a faint whimper.
“I will never, ever, let your filthy hands touch me. You and your lot are a disgrace to the wizarding world”.
“Bastard!” Harry awarded him a self-satisfied smile and bit his lower lip, his eyes narrowing in a contemplative gesture. Draco smiled bitterly.
“Considering whether to kill me?”
The bespectacled boy bent forward until his lips where inches from Malfoy’s ear, and he breathed: “Actually, yes”.
The Slytherin’s eyes grew wide in alarm and he tried to get free from Harry’s body.
“Get the fuck off me!” He pushed Harry away and against the tree trunk.
There was blood in Potter’s shirt collar and his eyelids where heavy with the threat of unconsciousness, his lips parted and wet.
Malfoy kissed them slowly, lingering in their forbidden taste.
“Stop…” whispered the boy, and Draco frowned. He kissed him again, this time sliding his tongue in tentatively. Harry resed aed and Draco’s blood boiled.
“Stop, please…”
“What’s the matter Potter, never been kissed?” Two shameless tears run down the brunette’s cheeks. Draco drew their path with his fingers while biting his lip in mock curiosity. “You want me, don’t you?”
Eyeing him with the fury of a stubborn child Harry turned his gaze to the floor. “Life is not without irony, huh?”
Malfoy’s hands fumblith ith the buttons of Harry’s shirt, tossing them open carelessly.
The skin under the cloth was pale and thin, yet so hot that, the moment Draco’s fingertips touched it, a sickening fever shot through his flesh. He spread his palm in perfect alignment between Potter’s nipples and muttered a silent enchantment. A bright yellowish light shone under iakinaking Harry’s lungs burn and his heart constrict.
“What have you done?” he gasped.
“You need to trust me”. Green eyes narrowed briefly.
“Why should I?” Draco simply gave him a genuine smile. “You’re not real… you can’t be real”.
“Harry…” purred the blond, entwining his fingers with his dark hair. “You need to be loved.” Harry batted the wandering hand away.
“You don’t love me” he croaked with clenched teeth.
“Just let me show you how much”. The insistent hands worked their way back up the boy’s chest.
And Harry let him.

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“Where have you been?”
His hair and clothes were dripping and the blood on his shirt was taking a brownish shade of red. Harry sat in the nearest bed and buried his face in his hands.
“Went for a walk.”
“Harry! We’ve been going mad looking for you everywhere! You can’t walk around like you own this place! Not anymore! You went outside, didn’t you?” The boy simply looked down at his damp clothes. “There’s tons of Death Eaters out there! For God’s sake!” She shrieked, and pushed him down on bed.bed.
“You look terrible. Let me get you some dry clothes”. Harry tried to prevent her from opening his shirt, but it was too late.
“What… what’s this?” Harry closed his eyes as though wishing the time away.
“I donnow,now,” he lied.
“Harry… this… this is a curse…a… a curse. Where have you been?” It was a mere whisper, and she was now sitting beside him on the bed.
Harry held her gaze insolently, his face flushing red with embarrassment and defeat; he had to confess.
“I… I slept with Malfoy”.
Silence.
Hermione took his hand brushed his hair out of his eyes. She was trying not to cry and doing a damn bad job about it.
“Harry…” Dumbledore entered the room and the girl ran to him and murmured something Harry could not quite understand. The man frowned and came to his bedsid Her Hermione spoke again.
“Harry… it can’t…it can’t have been.” He narrowed his eyes.
“It was. It touched him with my own fucking hands!”
“Harry this… this is a curse…someone has cursed you.” She whimpered, laying her hand in the mark on Harry’s chest. “Malfoy…” she took a deep breath. “Malfoy died two week ago”.
Harry Potter looked at his friend incredulously and then at the new scar on his torso.
“But… how?”
“Anyone could have done it… don’t you remember the Polyjuice potion?” She was crying openly now.
Harry was silent for some time.
“What now?” he said, his voice held no sign of hope.
“We need to… we could ask Snape…” The boy felt suddenly wasted and put his fingers to the girl’s lips.
“We haven’t got much time left…”

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