Anymore(1of3)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,166
Reviews:
2
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Anymore(1of3)
During the night…
Spells were flying. They were getting married. He was killing Voldemort. They were talking about buying a house. He was hit in the back with a spell.
He jerked awake, and must have woken the guy next to him because he reached over and turned on the light.
“Don’t worry about those dreams, we all have them. I’m Cain, try to get some sleep.”
Next morning…
Harry Potter was sitting in his blasted chair when Christina came around with the post. Just like every other day he’d been there, there was a letter for him. He brushed his finger over his name on the front, as if he could caress the person who’d sent it, then seemed to remember himself. With a sigh he tossed it into his drawer, where all the others sat and tried not to remember how he had fallen in love with him.
They hadn’t been friends in school, but when forced together when he switched sides and needed protection, they had found some common ground. Eventually it had bloomed into friendship and then lust, and finally love.
I CAN’T HIDE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU, ANYMORE
I CAN’T HOLD THE HURT INSIDE, KEEP THE PAIN OUT OF MY EYES, ANYMORE
MY TEARS NO LONGER WAITING
MY RESISTANCE AIN’T THAT STRONG
MY MIND KEEPS RECREATING, A LIFE WITH YOU ALONE
AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Two days later while working out the muscles he could still move, Cain called to him from the doorway.
“Harry, you’ve got a fire call; it’s your husband.”
Harry turned back to the punching bag and started hitting again. Cain sighed and headed back to the phone.
When he was sure he was gone, Harry rested his head against the bag, almost growling in frustration.
Most of the Order members had bonded to someone using a very old spell that would enhance the couples power. Days before the war started, they had a small ceremony. They were in love and Harry could have an advantage in the final battle. It was decided that he would stay hidden in one of the safe houses with the other spouses while the Order members used the enhanced power from their bonds to win the war.
And look at him now; the spell that hit him in the small of his back had paralyzed his legs, and he would be in a bloody wheelchair for the rest of his life. How could he ever love him like this? And after everything else in his life, he couldn’t stand to lose him like this, so he pushed him away first.
LET ME MAKE ONE LAST APPEAL, TO SHOW YOU HOW I FEEL, ABOUT YOU
CAUSE THERE’S NO ONE ELSE I SWEAR, HOLDS A CANDLE ANYWHERE, NEXT TO YOU
MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THE BEATING, NOT HAVING YOU TO HOLD
A SMALL VOICE KEEPS REPEATING, DEEP INSIDE MY SOUL
IT SAYS I CAN’T KEEP PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Two weeks later they were playing basketball, a muggle sport St. Mungo’s had picked up as a form of therapy for the wheelchair bond people to stay in shape. One of the players threw the ball his way and when he reached for it, he slipped from his chair. He struggled a minute while Cain reached out a hand to help him up, saying,
“You can’t do it alone, Harry.”
Over the next couple of days Cain made it his mission to get Harry to respond to his husband. He confronted him every minute he could, trying anything to get through to the man. Finally it worked and Cain was helping him write a quick letter,
‘Draco, it’s me…’
I’VE GOT TO TAKE THE CHANCE OR LET IT PASS BY
IF I EXPECT TO GET ON WITH MY LIFE
He was staring out the lounge window when he heard people walking up behind him. When they stopped, he slowly turned around. His husband stood there, tears sliding down his face, as he looked at the man he loved. Slowly he walked towards Harry, reaching out a hand to touch him.
MY TEARS NO LONGER WAITING
OHH, MY RESISTANCE AIN’T THAT STRONG
BUT MY MIND KEEPS RECREATING, A LIFE WITH YOU ALONE
AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
“I wanna go home, Draco.”
ANYMORE
ANYMORE
Spells were flying. They were getting married. He was killing Voldemort. They were talking about buying a house. He was hit in the back with a spell.
He jerked awake, and must have woken the guy next to him because he reached over and turned on the light.
“Don’t worry about those dreams, we all have them. I’m Cain, try to get some sleep.”
Next morning…
Harry Potter was sitting in his blasted chair when Christina came around with the post. Just like every other day he’d been there, there was a letter for him. He brushed his finger over his name on the front, as if he could caress the person who’d sent it, then seemed to remember himself. With a sigh he tossed it into his drawer, where all the others sat and tried not to remember how he had fallen in love with him.
They hadn’t been friends in school, but when forced together when he switched sides and needed protection, they had found some common ground. Eventually it had bloomed into friendship and then lust, and finally love.
I CAN’T HIDE THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU, ANYMORE
I CAN’T HOLD THE HURT INSIDE, KEEP THE PAIN OUT OF MY EYES, ANYMORE
MY TEARS NO LONGER WAITING
MY RESISTANCE AIN’T THAT STRONG
MY MIND KEEPS RECREATING, A LIFE WITH YOU ALONE
AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Two days later while working out the muscles he could still move, Cain called to him from the doorway.
“Harry, you’ve got a fire call; it’s your husband.”
Harry turned back to the punching bag and started hitting again. Cain sighed and headed back to the phone.
When he was sure he was gone, Harry rested his head against the bag, almost growling in frustration.
Most of the Order members had bonded to someone using a very old spell that would enhance the couples power. Days before the war started, they had a small ceremony. They were in love and Harry could have an advantage in the final battle. It was decided that he would stay hidden in one of the safe houses with the other spouses while the Order members used the enhanced power from their bonds to win the war.
And look at him now; the spell that hit him in the small of his back had paralyzed his legs, and he would be in a bloody wheelchair for the rest of his life. How could he ever love him like this? And after everything else in his life, he couldn’t stand to lose him like this, so he pushed him away first.
LET ME MAKE ONE LAST APPEAL, TO SHOW YOU HOW I FEEL, ABOUT YOU
CAUSE THERE’S NO ONE ELSE I SWEAR, HOLDS A CANDLE ANYWHERE, NEXT TO YOU
MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THE BEATING, NOT HAVING YOU TO HOLD
A SMALL VOICE KEEPS REPEATING, DEEP INSIDE MY SOUL
IT SAYS I CAN’T KEEP PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Two weeks later they were playing basketball, a muggle sport St. Mungo’s had picked up as a form of therapy for the wheelchair bond people to stay in shape. One of the players threw the ball his way and when he reached for it, he slipped from his chair. He struggled a minute while Cain reached out a hand to help him up, saying,
“You can’t do it alone, Harry.”
Over the next couple of days Cain made it his mission to get Harry to respond to his husband. He confronted him every minute he could, trying anything to get through to the man. Finally it worked and Cain was helping him write a quick letter,
‘Draco, it’s me…’
I’VE GOT TO TAKE THE CHANCE OR LET IT PASS BY
IF I EXPECT TO GET ON WITH MY LIFE
He was staring out the lounge window when he heard people walking up behind him. When they stopped, he slowly turned around. His husband stood there, tears sliding down his face, as he looked at the man he loved. Slowly he walked towards Harry, reaching out a hand to touch him.
MY TEARS NO LONGER WAITING
OHH, MY RESISTANCE AIN’T THAT STRONG
BUT MY MIND KEEPS RECREATING, A LIFE WITH YOU ALONE
AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING, I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
“I wanna go home, Draco.”
ANYMORE
ANYMORE