My Hearts Desire

Title: My Hearts Desire

Pairing: Harry/Draco, Other pairings later.

Summary: Harry wants one night with his hearts desire before he has to save the wizarding world. What will become of the two lovers? What will time heal all wound or create bigger ones? One magical night that has changed everything. M/M,M/M/M, Mpreg.

My Thoughts: This is my first fic, so go easy on me, eh? I\'m still trying to decided everything. I\'ve never written Harry Potter fanfiction before so I hope you don\'t hate my story. It just an idea let me know whether I should continue or just let this die. I appreciate any reviews or just rates are fine too. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to JK. Everything you don’t, is mine.

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Prologue

Saying Goodbye

Prologue

He had made it to graduation. It was inconceivable and yet he with all that life had thrown him, he had made it to his graduation. 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been spent preparing for the final battle that was soon approaching. He had no illusion of having a peaceful life with Voldermort breathing down his neck. He was just thankful that he got to enjoy these last days with him friends before everything went down the tube.

“Harry, don’t make that face. It might get stuck that way.” Hermione giggle and bumped him with hips.

“Yea, mate. You don’t even look the little bit sloshed.” Ron spoke slightly tipsy. Both of them making there way to an available couch since the room started to spin.

Harry shook his head and smiled. This would be the last time all of them would be together in a peaceful setting so the Gryffindor house had decided to throw one last party before everyone would be boarding the train one last time for home tomorrow.

Harry just couldn’t get in the mood of the party. This was the end of any childhood he would ever have. Hogwarts was his home and to say goodbye to it hurt more then he thought it would. This had been his escape from the prison that the Dursley’s home had represented. There had been times that just the thought of coming back here, his home, which kept him sane. He needed some air.

Harry called his Firebolt to his hand. Flying always helped calm him. Brought things to perspective when it just you and the air around you. No restraints nothing to hold him down. Dumbledore in trying to protect him had stifled him more times then he cared to remember. Sneaking away to fly had been him only saving grace.

The abuse that the Dursley’s had put him through had been uncovered when Remus, the last family he had, had come to visit him out of the blue and walked in on one of Uncle Vernon more brutal beating at the beginning of 5th year summer. There was little left on Uncle Vernon that wasn’t black and blue by the time Remus had been through with him. Once Remus had gotten him to the hospital wing in what Harry had decided since 2nd year to consider his bed; there was nothing left to do but spill the beans. What a long talk that had been. To insure that Harry would tell them everything they had slipped some Veritaserum in his drink.

Harry had been embarrassed and ashamed. All the inner circle Order members that knew Harry personally had been there.

*Flashback*
He had been in the hospital for two weeks now and hadn’t really spoken or looked anyone in the eye since Remus had brought him from the Dursley’s. Even Madame Pomphery had given up in trying getting him to speak. Apparently drastic measure would have to be taken.

The hospital wing door opened. Dumbledore, Snape, all of the Weasley’s, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, and the Granger’s walked in. Remus would have been there as well but the proximity to the full moon and his love for his cub would have been volatile for him to be in the room. Ron and Hermione ran to his bed side.

Hermione reached him first and hugged him lightly. She took one look at him and begins to cry, “Oh Harry. Why didn’t you say something?”

Ron on the other side of the bed put a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Yea mate. We could have helped you get out of there or done something to make sure you never went back in the first place.”

Harry didn’t want to have this conversation. He hadn’t said anything to avoid this very thing. He was too embarrassed to look at them. “I didn’t want to worry you guys. It’s usually not all that bad.”

“Not all that bad? Harry, look at you.” Hermione wanted to through a fit.

Harry didn’t know what to say. He didn’t really want everyone to know that this wasn’t really all that bad. He’d survived worst, a lot worse.

“Mr.Weasley. Ms. Granger. If you would kindly move aside?” Snape grave voice made it known that it wasn’t a request but a command. “Mr. Potter if you would drink this please.”

Harry wanted to ask what was it but after all the potions that he’d to swallow these last two weeks, what’s one more? As soon as he swallowed the potion he knew he shouldn’t have. Although Veritaserum didn’t have a complete effect on him like other people it did make him tell the truth.

Snape watched him carefully. “What is your name?”

Before Harry could stop himself from speaking, “Harry James Potter.”

“Alright Albus, he is ready.” Snape snapped, moving away from the boy. He hadn’t liked this idea and his voice spoke volumes.

“I’m sorry to have to do this to you Harry, but you haven’t been speaking to anyone and I knew you wouldn’t tell us the complete truth if we left it up to you to tell us.” Albus looked at him remorsefully.

All Harry could do was glad at the Headmaster. How dare he violate me like this? Any attempt on his part to talk would be waster on Dumbledore though so he decided not to waster his breath.

“I would like to bring charges on Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley for the abuse you suffered under there home, but you must tell us the whole truth. With that said Alastor and Tonks are here to hear your account and file it with the Ministry.” Albus Dumbledore didn’t know what he had set himself up for. “Lets began with the first time you remember being abused.”

Harry resigned himself to telling everything and didn’t fight when his body urged him to tell the truth. So shakily while everyone had taken a seat around him he began, “The first memory I have of not feeling good about what happening was when I was 5. I was in the bath by myself. Aunt Petunia stopped helping me. She said I was old enough to do it by myself. I was enjoying my bath and didn’t hear Uncle Vernon calling me, by the time I did it was too late. He came into the bathroom, slamming the door against the wall.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you boy?” Vernon Dursley screech.

“No Uncle Vernon. I was in the bath.” Harry began to tremble with fear, “I’m sorry Uncle Vernon.”

“You’re not sorry yet but you will be.” Vernon stomped his way to the young boy dragged him by the hair and threw him against the tile walls, “The next time I call you I don’t care what you are doing, drop it and come to be right away. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

Harry whimpered in pain. Quietly he whispered, “Yes, Uncle Vernon.”

“Good, clear up this mess,” Finished taking his anger out on the child. He left.

“That was the first time it started.” Harry told more stories like that working his way up in age. Sobs could be heard around the room. “It just got worst from there. He would make sure to find the smallest thing to get made around. I didn’t put enough salt on his eggs. The lawn isn’t perfectly cut in straight lines. He found a speck of dust on the shelf. Pretty soon after that he stopped making up reasons and just hurt me whenever he felt like it.”

Harry took a deep breath and began telling them about 5th year summer. Reliving everything had brought him to tears. Tears he hadn’t shed at the time, but that he could now that he didn’t feel so alone. “It started bad right away when they found out that Si... Sirius had died. I was already depressed and didn’t really care about what they wanted me to do.” Harry at that time hadn’t cared about anything at all. He was very numb. “I guess they took this as a sign to do whatever they wanted to me.” He spoke bitterly. “As soon as I walked into the house and the door was close. Uncle Vernon started to punch me. I guess I passed out. When I woke up I was tied to my bed and couldn’t move. It was another day before someone came to check on me. I wish they had just left me alone. It was Uncle Vernon. He came in quietly and I pretended to be asleep.

“Well, aren’t you just a peach? Spread out just for me. You shouldn’t have, I like it when they fight.” Vernon spoke as he approached Harry.

Harry had never been more afraid then at that moment. Uncle Vernon had never touched him in a sexual way before. Harry didn’t understand why he would now.

“I’ve been pay top dollar to get some good lovin’ all this time when I had the perfect sub right here in my house.” Vernon began to roughly caress Harry’s thigh making him way up. Vernon grabbed on to Harry’s pants and began to pull it down.
Harry wanted to scream. Tell his Uncle Vernon to leave him alone, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. Atleast this way he wouldn’t be getting extra beating on top of everything else. Harry prayed for a miracle to get him out of this. As if the heavens heard him Aunt Petunia began to call Uncle Vernon down for supper.

Vernon stopped his hand, “Damn woman,” he whispered under his breath, placing Harry’s pants back in place, “Coming Petunia, darling.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know how he was going to survive this summer.

Vernon stopped before closing the door, “You escaped this time, but you won’t next time boy. There is no one here to save you.” With those final words he left, leaving a sobbing Harry on the bed tied.

Harry was quiet for a while. The next part would be the most difficult. “I… Um…It wasn’t to long after that first time that Remus saved me. Before Uncle Vernon could really go all the way something would always interrupt him. I suppose I’m really lucky that Remus showed up when he did because Uncle Vernon was about to…he was already… I.” Harry couldn’t continue and breaking down in retched sobs.

Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had made there way to Harry’s side halfway through the telling and were quietly comforting him and telling him that everything would be alright from now on. Surprisingly, Harry decided to believe them.

*End Flashback*

Before he knew it Harry found himself on the Quidditch Pitch. This one of the places he would miss the most. Quidditch had been all his talent. He earned his place on the time not because he was the Boy-Who-Lived but because was one of the best. Harry had gotten may offers to play professionally. He turned them all for now. It was clear that until Voldermort was out of communion he wouldn’t be able to participate in anything. While he was musing he didn’t hear someone come up behind him.

“Come to say goodbye Potter?”

Harry turned around slowly to face his hearts desire, one Draco Malfoy.