The Birthday Fairy

Title: The Birthday Fairy
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter, Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend of Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JKRowling, profit-less and humble. (i.e. not my people/places/etc. and not making money!)
Warnings: There will be a strong homosexual theme throughout, as well as M/M sexual scenes (slash), etc. Gay bashing, boys kissing, anal sex, bits of violence. . . (sexual warnings are dependent strictly on a second chapter. This chapter only contains gay bashing and self-inflicted abuse!)
Summary: The Birthday Fairy visits Hogwarts. How could anyone hate him? He’s fabulous!


“Go back to your filthy home, you fucking fairy!”

“Fuck you, you sick, freak! Hogwarts shouldn’t admit such dark faggots!”

“I knew all that vanity went deeper than that! Tell us, Malfoy, do you cross dress on the weekends?”

“Punk!”

“Bitch!”

“Fairy!”

“Faggot!”

“Homo!”

“Queer!”

“Go home and kill yourself, Malfoy! God hates faggots! You’ll burn in hell!”

Draco had endured the shouts as long as he could. “Fuck all of you! Why is not okay for me to be a bloody fairy if Harry bloody Potter can be one and you all continue to scream his praises?!”

Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at Draco as he breathed harshly. Both Harry and Draco had been outed, courtesy of one Rita Skeeter, in the paper that most of Hogwarts’ students had just received.

“He’s a hero, not a slithering homo lackey to You-Know-Who!” someone screamed out angrily. “Do you fuck him at those meetings? Do all the Death Eaters take turns taking You-Know-Who’s wilted prick or does everyone just fuck you?”

“ENOUGH!” Dumbledore finally screamed, a silencing spell flying from the tip of his wand. He had been trying to silence the students for several minutes but there had been too much noise and for the first time since coming to teach at Hogwarts, no one had heard him.

Dumbledore was getting ready to say something else but before he could, Draco tumbled backward over his seat and scrambled back up, running out of the hall as quickly as he could. A few people near the end of Slytherin’s table saw him crying and they broadcast the news that “the fairy fled crying.”

The headmaster rubbed his eyes and sighed at his students’ ignorance and hatred. He looked back up at the students as he heard Hermione call out Harry’s name.

He watched the green-eyed savior run after Draco, chasing him down to tell him, he prayed, that everything would be all right as soon as people got over the shock.


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Harry could only hear the echoes of the students’ mean words, all thrown at Draco and none at him. The Daily Prophet had outed them both on the front page today, as well as a few other strong members in the Ministry of Magic. He wondered how the press had even found out about either of them.

“God damn it, Malfoy,” he huffed as he continued to run. “Slow down! How dare he fucking point me out right in the middle of that instead of fucking defending himself! Stupid fucking bitch. . .”

After he ran past another few classrooms on either side, he could see blond hair slowing in the dungeons corridor. But before he could shout for Draco, the blond disappeared behind the Slytherin portrait.


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“WHERE THE BLOODY FUCK IS MALFOY?!” Harry screamed as he blasted a hole in the wall next to the portrait. (It refused to let him in, so, he assured himself, there was just no other choice but to reduce the wall to rubble.)

A group of four first and second year girls screamed as the green-eyed monster forced his way into their dormitory. A few sixth and seventh year boys were playing Exploding Snap, and Harry suspected avoiding the Great Hall due to the strong smell of whiskey surrounding them, near the hearth of one of the fireplaces and they smirked at him.

“He ran to his room and locked himself like the little fairy bitch he is,” one of the said with a sneer, the others chuckling.

“WHERE?!” he demanded again. He wandlessly zipped and padlocked the insulting boys’ mouths and rounded on the younger Slytherin girls. He watched as one of the trembling girls pointed slowly at a hallway and said breathily, “Up one flight. Third door on the left.”

He marched towards the door, fuming angrily, magic cracking around him.


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Draco’s face was buried in the toilet as he forced himself to throw up yet again. His throat burned and his eyes were blurred but he didn’t care.

He’d never amount to anything. The least he could do was look ravishingly slender and well dressed during his upcoming funeral.

The tears escaping his eyes did little to wash away the snot streaming from his nose or the bits of vomit clinging to his lips. He inhaled shakily and deeply through his mouth and stuck his wand down his throat again, not hearing or caring about the commotion in his common room.


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Harry stood outside the door to Draco’s room and growled at it, willing it to open. When it didn’t, he threw a ball of energy at the lock and growled with pleasure as he heard the small click. He shoved the door open, hollering for Malfoy, before he slammed it shut and locked it, casting several strong binding and silencing charms on the door.

He took a deep breath and looked around the room, deciding maybe he should have gone with Slytherin during his Sorting if the rooms were like this, so spacious and luxurious. He vaguely noted the dropped cloak and tossed tie next to a stack of open envelopes and ripped letters.

“Malfoy!” he called out softly, looking for the boy.

He heard a small cough and more retching from behind the bathroom door. He strode to it and yanked the door open, revealing a disheveled and upset blond Slytherin seventh year.

“Malfoy,” he whispered as he knelt down beside him.

Draco didn’t seem to hear him and stayed in his position, snot running from his nose, sitting in a tangle of limbs and robes, leaning on the wall directly across from the toilet. He looked up with a start when he felt fingers around his wrist.

“P-Potter?” he rasped.

Harry glared at him and demanded, “Why the fuck are you doing this to yourself, you bloody moron? Do you think your body can really handle this abuse?!”

Draco choked and hunched over, drawing his knees to his chest as he refused to meet Harry’s eyes.

Without looking at Harry once, Draco sniffed, stood up and flushed the toilet. He turned on the faucet and washed his face, scrubbing away the tears and the snot as if none of this was out of the ordinary.

“I’ll never be good enough for anything, Potter. Today only confirmed that I’ll never belong to anything,” he said softly as he turned around to face Harry. His eyelashes slowly revealed pained silver orbs that tore into Harry’s soul.

CRACK!

Draco cried out in pain and held his cheek where Harry had just slapped him impossibly hard. Tears welled up in his eyes again and he tried to push Harry away from him so he could escape and run away from the bastard who had broken into his bedroom.

“Draco Malfoy,” Harry said with a deathly calm. “You will stop all of this now.”

Draco glared at Harry before he saw Harry’s wand raised towards him. He opened his mouth just in time to form his lips to scream ‘no’ but he was too late. Harry had already said his spell.


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Draco squeezed his eyes shut, expecting to be mutated or injured, but instead, found his throat soothed and painless once more and found that he was clean and free of any lingering odors.

“It’s. . .it’s my birthday today,” he whispered, not knowing why he said it.

He felt strong arms encircle him and he allowed himself to relax completely, tears to cleanse him flowing from his eyes. A strong hand was rubbing circles on his back and a warm arm was around his waist, holding him close and protecting him. He clenched Harry’s shirt collar and buried his face in his neck. He faintly noticed Harry smelled like vanilla and honey.

Draco gasped sharply as he felt himself being lifted into Harry’s arms. He blushed when he realized Harry was carrying him towards his bed, cradling him like a bride.

“P-Po. . .” Draco breathed before they stopped.

Harry set him gently on the bed and conjured a thick quilt for them. He sat next to the blond and pulled the quilt over them, gently urging the blond to fall into his arms. He was rewarded when Draco crawled halfway onto Harry’s chest. The stronger wizard was lying on his back and now had his arms full of snuggling blond.

Draco closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, wondering at how nice this felt. He was simply being held in someone’s arms. Not in any way that suggested something lewd, not in a way that suggested he was property, not in any way other than a comforting embrace.

And he couldn’t help but notice how nice Harry’s body felt against his own like that. He could feel the Quidditch and war trained muscles of Harry’s arms around his back. He was resting his cheek against defined chest muscles and his own arm was draped across Harry’s abdomen.

He smiled lightly to himself, allowing one final thought – ‘This is why I’m gay.’ – before letting exhaustion and grief claim him in darkness.


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Draco woke hours later from someone stroking his hair gently.

“Huh?” he mumbled sleepily as he stirred, noticing right away the hard body beneath his.

“Harry?” he whispered, still in the haze of sleep. “Zat you, Harry? My Harry. . .”

Draco didn’t see Harry’s smile as he nuzzled back into Harry’s armpit, pushing the space further open, before settling his head in there comfortably and moaning softly with the want for more sleep.

“Draco,” Harry whispered as softly as he could. “Come on, doll, wake up.”

Draco faintly heard the murmurs and knew he should wake completely but he was just so comfortable. . .

“Draco, come on, doll,” Harry insisted again. He started to sit up but was stopped when Draco clung onto his shirt even tighter.

“Draco!”

The blond groaned loudly and rolled onto his back, off Harry. He rubbed his eyes harshly for almost a full minute before he took them away, yawned, and opened them.

“Potter?” he questioned, looking into deep green eyes.

Harry sat up and eyed him with a slight smirk. “I thought I was your Harry,” he teased.

“What?” Draco almost snapped as he blushed. “Where’d you get that idea?”

“You were just moaning it all over the place while you lay on me,” Harry teased him again. His smile was sweet and took the bite off the words, but Draco only stared at him.

“But I don’t like y-” Draco started to say before he found himself being kissed by his Harry.





A/N: I'm not entirely sure yet, but I may write a second chapter. I had intended this to only be the first part of a oneshot, then I'd stopped writing it, but honestly, I like it stopping here probably just as much as if there was a bunch of smut and resolution. . . Review and let me know if you want a second chapter and what you might want it to contain!

Btw, for anyone waiting for any updates, I'm terribly sorry it's been such a while. But good news. I'm a mommy now! My beautiful little girl was born November 25 and was 9 lbs. (Ouch!)

So anyway, I had this already written -- mostly -- and will post it as an apology for making everyone wait so long. I'm in process of editing the next chapter of Mother Knows Best and seriously considering tossing Dark Endings (especially the crap title) unless someone wants to be a beta and help me figure out what the heck to do with it. Sigh. I hate when potentially good stories go to rot, but I'm just so not interested in it anymore. I feel it's not well written, even if the plot. . . whatever. I won't ramble about it. If you want to beta/muse, let me know! drowpriestess2003@yahoo.com and put something about AFF in the title!

So recap:
Please review, let me know if you want a second chapter.
I'm a mommy! But I'm also still working on my stories.
Anyone want to be a huge assist with Dark Endings? Or else, it'll just be deleted, maybe for another try in a few years.

Thanks, guys! :D