A Boy Named Draco - Chapter 34/39
Chapter 34
He would remember that kiss well into his later years. Where Cho and Ginny had made his heart pound, Draco had made every cell in his body burst with something that was a lot like magic.
From the corner of his eyes he saw Hermione smiling at him as if he was merely confirming something she’d known long ago. Ron seemed horrified but did not say anything as Harry turned to Draco who was lying on the mossy ground with his arms over his head and a happy look in his eyes even thought he was dripping wet.
Oh Draco.
Harry took out his wand and charmed Draco dry. The object of this newfound attraction was small, scrawny and blond. He was wearing an oversized blue jumper that had belonged to Bill Weasley and jeans that had long seen better days. The hair was a bit shaggy but soft and fell over his eyes. And oh his eyes…He could lose and find himself in them.
But what really touched him was the kindness. He’d been rejected and humiliated for so many years but he’d never grown bitter. Whereas Harry had felt resentment, Draco had kept it at bay. He was patient and sweet and Harry thought he loved him.
If only there was more time to explore this most intense of emotions but knew they had to get up and continue onwards. Hermione was already clearing her throat loudly. Ron was still frozen in horror.
“What are we going to do now?” said Hermione finally but with a smile. “He’ll know, won’t he? You-Know-Who will know we know about his Horcruxes”
Harry rose and helped Draco to his feet. The blond leaned towards him and planted a tiny kiss on his neck. Ron turned to Hermione.
“Maybe they’ll be too scared to tell him? He said hopefully. “Maybe they’ll cover it up-“
The sky, the smell of lake water, the sound of Ron’s voice and the feel of Draco’s body near him faded away. Pain cleaved Harry’s head like a sword stroke. He was standing in a dimly lit room and on the floor at his feet knelt a small, quaking figure.
“What did you just say? His voice was angry and cold but fear burned bright red in him. The one thing he had dreaded-but it could not be true, he could not see how…
The goblin was trembling, unable to meet the red eyes high above his.
“Say it again!” snarled Voldemort. “Say it again!”
The goblin stammered terrified. “My… Lord…we tried…we really did to stop them but they broke into the Lestranges’ vault.”
“Who? Who broke into the vault?”
“Harry Potter and three accomplices…they took a small golden cup with them”
The Dark Lord let out an animalistic cry of fury. It could not be. How could the boy have known?
The hapless goblin let out a guttural scream as the Dark Lord slashed him dead. The death eaters that were assembled fled for their lives. Bellatrix and Theodore Nott threw others behind them in their race for the door. Voldemort’s wand fell again and again and the bodies piled up.
In his mind the vision of all his carefully constructed safeguards flashed before him. The diary-gone. The cup---stolen. What about the ring, the diadem and the locket? Nagini was safe but she wasn’t the only living vessel.
The boy. He had to see to all his possessions.
Harry’s eyes flew open and he forced himself back to the present. He was lying on the banks of the lake. Draco’s worried face hovering before him. Harry looked past him to Hermione and Ron.
“He knows. He is going to look for the horcruxes and the last one is at Hogwarts. He is going there last because he thinks that Snape will keep it safe for him. We have to find it before him.”
He stood up ignoring Draco’s offered hand. The blond recoiled in bewilderment. Just a moment ago he had been kissed by Harry and now he would not even look at him.
“We can’t just go, we haven’t got a plan, we need to-“ cried Hermione.
“We need to get going.” Said Harry firmly. “Can you imagine what he’s going to do once he realizes the ring and the locket are gone? What if he decides he needs to have the Hogwarts Horcrux near?”
“How are we going to get in? The Death Eaters are there.”
“Let’s get to Hogsmeade and think of a way then.”
He started walking forward followed by Ron and Hermione. Draco stood still and forgotten by Harry. With his head down he trudged behind them wondering just what could have gone wrong.
TBC
Author's note: I know. I can't seem to let Draco get too happy before I muck things up for him. I't s probably a mental condition.