Circles Of Influence Prologue
The Marks We Bear II: Circles of Influence
by Marysia (April-May 2002)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is in denial once more after Mrs Weasley catches him and Draco together. Can Ron and Hermione get him to see reason? In the meantime Voldemort wants Draco dead. Harry/Draco slash.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Prologue
Sunday 12th Oct
Harry woke up feeling incredibly stiff and sore. Every muscle in his body seemed to ache from the tension and the torture he'd endured yesterday. After a minute he began fidgeting under the weight of Draco's body, which was draped half over him as usual, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in.
Draco grunted and woke up. "Wha's matter?" he asked into Harry's neck.
"Nothing except that you're cutting off all the blood to my arm," Harry complained.
Draco responded by rolling off his arm and on top of the rest of him so that they were nose to nose. "Better?"
"I am suddenly very aware that you didn't brush your teeth last night," Harry noted.
Draco rolled his eyes and sat up, straddling Harry's waist. "Well, you're in a fine mood this morning."
"It's my normal morning-after-being-tortured mood, actually," sniped Harry. "My whole body hurts and my mouth tastes like ... something horrible that my head hurts too much to think up."
Draco looked down at him. "You are a bit of a mess."
It was true, what with the old marks from the previous night and the new bruises inflicted by Voldemort plus the general grime you picked up while being dragged around a dungeon... "I really need a bath," said Harry.
"Me too," said Draco. "And a toothbrush. Let's go find a bathroom."
They got up and threw on the dressing gowns Mrs Weasley had left for them next to the pyjamas that they hadn't bothered to put on last night. It was pretty early, the sun wasn't long up and everyone else was still asleep. Harry led Draco down the hall to the bathroom and they locked the door behind them. He poked through the toothbrushes then finally selected one at random.
"How do you know which one to use?" Draco asked. "Do you keep one here?"
"Nah," said Harry. "I just picked one."
Draco made a disgusted face.
"What?"
"You can't just use someone else's toothbrush."
"Why not? I need to brush my teeth."
"But it's... it's somebody else's toothbrush!"
Harry grinned and stuck it in his mouth. "Well now it's mine," he said. "You may as well use it too, I'll rub all the nasty other person germs off on my teeth and then you'll only have to deal with mine."
"No chance," said Draco. "It could be anyone's... for all you know that's the one they use to clean those hard to reach places behind the toilet."
Harry gave him a look of utter lack of concern and brushed his teeth.
Draco sighed and went off to start the bath running. When he turned back Harry handed him the toothbrush. "Fine," he said in defeat. "But only because I know where it was last."
Harry stripped off his dressing gown and studied his battered body in the mirror. "I'm surprised Ron's Mum let me go to bed looking like this," he sighed.
"I think she was a bit distracted," Draco said around the toothbrush. "Besides, most of those bruises weren't so obvious last night."
Harry picked up his wand and began to heal the worst of the marks, when Draco was done with his teeth he joined him and by the time the bath was run Harry was pretty much unmarked. He checked himself over in the mirror to see if he'd missed anything then made a face. "Well, we fixed the bruises... shame about the rest."
"What do you mean?" said Draco as he removed his own dressing gown to get in the bath.
"Well... look at you and look at me," Harry said cryptically.
Draco joined him in front of the full-length mirror, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and looking at the two of them. "You look pretty good to me," he said with a smile, kissing Harry's shoulder. "A little grubby but that's why we're having a bath."
"I just mean... look at you." Harry moved around so that Draco stood in front. "You're taller than me and you're all tanned and blonde and ..."
"Scarred," said Draco flatly. "At least your bruises go away."
"Not all of them," said Harry, touching his forehead lightly.
Draco's expression softened and he nodded at Harry in the mirror then turned around to face him. "Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not that much taller than you and I don't see what being blonde has to do with anything."
"You're just so..." Harry shook his head and got to the point. "Beautiful. I don't know what you see in me."
Draco smiled. "I like that you don't think you're attractive," he said and kissed him before he could say something stupid like 'That's because I'm not'. "Now stop talking and get in the bath."
Harry climbed into the bath and lay down with a sigh. "Fine, but you are taller than me."
Draco joined him in the large tub. "You'll catch up," he said, settling himself over Harry's legs and picking up the shampoo. "Now stick your head in the water before I do it for you."
Harry stuck out his tongue at Draco then held his nose and ducked his entire head under the water. He opened his eyes and looked up through the swirling liquid, holding his breath. He could hear his heart beating. He ran his free hand through his hair, feeling bubbles of air tickle past his fingers. When his lungs started to ache he floated back up.
"Sit up," Draco ordered as soon as he surfaced.
Harry sat up and Draco immediately began shampooing his hair, which was made even more enjoyable by the way he had slid forward into Harry's lap to do so. Harry immediately started running his hands over Draco's warm, wet skin.
"Stop that," Draco muttered. "I'm trying to wash your hair."
"Stop what?" asked Harry innocently, tipping his head back to keep the soap out of his eyes and at the same time sliding his hands over Draco's hips to squeeze his arse.
Draco tried to pull forward out of Harry's grasp but that only pressed his front closer. "At least let me finish washing your hair first," he complained. "If I get soap in your eyes it'll be your own fault."
Harry pulled away from Draco's hands and in a swift movement splashed back into the water, holding his nose and with his eyes screwed shut. In a flurry of bubbles he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and surfaced again. "My hair is washed," he declared before grabbing Draco and kissing him hungrily, his hands running down his back to return to their previous target.
Draco submitted for a few minutes before pulling away and catching Harry's hands in his own. He pinned them to Harry's sides. "I'm not finished washing you yet," he said commandingly but with a definite glint in his eyes. "So control yourself for five minutes and stand up."
"I can't stand up," Harry said mischievously. "Because you're sitting on my legs."
Draco pursed his lips and stood up himself, which put Harry's eye level somewhere very interesting indeed. Draco's groin seemed far more in tune with Harry's thoughts than the rest of Draco. But before Harry could do anything about that Draco pulled him to his feet as well. "I told you to stand up," he said in a voice that made Harry shiver in a very good way.
"Yes, sir," he said in his most lascivious tone.
Draco simply cocked an eyebrow.
//He is so sexy when he's aloof,// Harry thought.
Draco picked up the soap and began to wash him. Slowly. Inch by inch his fingers covered Harry's body in slick, white foam and then rinsed it back off. When his arms and torso were done Draco slid his hands down Harry's sides, knelt on one leg in the water and started on his feet.
"Draco..." Harry began.
"Shh.... learn a little patience," Draco told him.
Harry humphed and dug his nails into his palms.
Enjoying the slow build of tension, Draco lifted Harry's feet up one at a time and rested them on his thigh where he washed them meticulously from toe to knee. Then he looked up at Harry as he knelt in the water, resoaping his hands. He smiled and started working his way up from Harry's knees, which were feeling decidedly weak by this point.
Harry made an encouraging murmur as Draco got closer to the area Harry wanted his hands to be and finally a sigh of relief as slick fingers wrapped themselves around his erection and worked their way between his legs to massage his balls. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and they kissed as Draco stroked him. The soapy hand cupping his balls was withdrawn and moved around to massage his buttocks and finally slip between them. Harry broke off the kiss and licked his way to Draco's ear. "Mmm, please," he sighed as Draco's fingers ran over his anus.
"More?" asked Draco.
"More," pleaded Harry, hooking one leg around Draco to give him better access.
Draco steadied him with one arm around his back as he slid a soapy finger inside Harry. Their cocks were pressed together but their akward position made it just about impossible to get any decent friction going. Draco pressed deeper.
"More," whispered Harry breathlessly, bucking back against his hand and then forward to crush their erections together again, fucking himself on Draco's finger.
Draco added another finger, finding Harry's mouth again and kissing it as he worked his fingers inside him.
After a moment Harry broke away. "Hold on," he said, his eyes bright with arousal. "Let me turn around, it'll be easier." They broke apart and Harry turned and braced himself against the tiled wall at the end of the bath. He put one foot up on the end of the bath and arched his back in a positively indecent way. He reached one hand back behind him and pulled Draco up against him. "Like this."
Draco reached around and took hold of Harry's cock as his other hand resumed it's previous ministrations. With more room to move Harry began to thrust back hard against him.
"Yes, that's it," he gasped. But he still wanted more, he realised. He wanted Draco closer, closer than fingers and hands. "I want you," he told him. "I want you inside me."
"I'm right here," said Draco, missing Harry's intent altogether.
Harry moaned in pleasure as Draco added a third finger. "Yes," he hissed losing track for a moment and thrusting against him. But in a moment he felt that need again. "No, I mean I want you. I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me."
"What?" Draco's hands stilled, his fingers buried deep inside him. "You mean... can you do that?"
"Yes, definitely yes," Harry reached down, balancing precariously, and picked up Draco's wand from the side of the bath. He waved it behind him in Draco's general direction. "Use the lubrication charm."
Draco stood frozen in indecision for a moment, staring at the proferred wand.
"Draco?" Harry craned his head around. "If you don't want to..." he started, sounding a little disappointed.
Draco met his eyes and the desire he saw in them knocked him out of his fugue state. He wriggled his fingers inside Harry and heat blossomed through him at the expression that crossed Harry's face. "You like that?" he whispered slyly.
"Yesss," hissed Harry then gave a drawn out gasp as Draco slowly, very slowly, removed all three fingers completely. "Oh, fuck!" he swore faintly.
Draco rinsed his fingers in the bath and took the wand from Harry's limp fingers. "Still sure?" he asked, his voice no longer uncertain as he purposefully retook his usual dominant position.
Harry grinned at Draco's visible attitude change. "You want me to beg?" he teased.
Draco tightened his hold on Harry's erection making him gasp. "I wouldn't be so cheeky with my hand where it is," he warned.
Harry looked back at him through lowered lashes, affected by Draco's tone. "I'm still sure," he murmured.
Draco leaned forward and kissed him possessively, still holding onto Harry a little more tightly than necessary. "Good," he said. "Lubricans." Harry turned back and braced himself against the wall as Draco steadied him with his wand hand, pressing the wood of his wand along Harry's raised thigh and sending shivers of magical energy through both of them. He released Harry's erection and brought his hand around to guide his own into place. For a moment he felt that same apprehension return at the magnitude of what they were about to do. What if he did it wrong? What if he hurt him?
Harry reached behind him again, as if sensing Draco's thoughts, and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Please, Draco," he whispered.
Draco smiled, pressing forward against Harry but not hard enough to break past the ring of muscle. "Please what?" he purred.
"Please, Draco. Please fuck me," Harry moaned, arching his back further to thrust himself against the head of Draco's cock.
Draco pressed forward slowly. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered.
Harry moaned in reply, his hand moving to grip Draco's hip, encouraging him forward.
After what felt like an eternity of new and very pleasant sensation Draco found himself fully embedded in Harry's body, his front flush to Harry's back, his face tucked over Harry's shoulder near enough to see his profile. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted and his face flushed and damp. His eyes flickered open and he turned slightly to look at Draco. "Is this what you wanted?" Draco asked quietly, almost afraid that Harry would realise the enormity of the moment and panic.
Harry smiled at him. "Yes," he answered simply and leaned round further to touch his lips to Draco's, bringing one hand away from the wall to touch Draco's cheek.
For a long moment they kissed, growing more passionate, occasionally punctuated by a gasp from Harry as Draco throbbed inside him.
When they broke away Harry said, "I swear I can feel your heart beating inside me."
Draco felt a bubble of laughter inside him. He reached around and took hold of Harry's erection again. "Can you feel that?" he teased.
In answer Harry bucked his hips forward and then back causing them both to gasp. "Did you feel that?" Harry responded with fire.
"Oh, I feel that," Draco answered. "Now feel this..." he began to thrust into Harry, matching his strokes with the hand on his cock.
After that there was nothing much to say, just intense focus and the sound of flesh on flesh and meaningless words and pleas and curse words and pledges of devotion that came from somewhere far deeper than the conscious mind.
As Draco felt himself nearing that still unfamiliar edge he tightened his grasp on Harry and bit down into the other boy's shoulder.
"Close," Harry muttered between panted breaths, arching his neck back as he tangled one hand in Draco's hair, the other braced against the wall. "Harder."
Draco obliged at both ends, digging his teeth further into Harry's skin and sucking as he thrust faster and harder into Harry's body, his fingers digging into his thigh. He moaned into Harry's skin. So close... nearly there.
"Coming..." Harry echoed his thoughts and then with a strangled grunt his body tensed around Draco.
Draco vaguely felt Harry's cock pulse in his hand as he sprayed the tiled wall in front of him but was more absorbed by his own dizzying feelings. He wrapped the hand on Harry's leg tightly around his waist instead to hold himself up as he lost track of where he was. //Coming,// he thought. //Coming inside Harry.// Then all he could see for a few moments was stars as he lost track of his own conscious mind.
When he came back to his senses he and Harry were on their knees in the bath, still pressed tightly together. He could hear Harry gasping for breath, feel his diaphragm heaving under the arm that was wrapped around his waist. He wasn't the only one who needed to catch his breath.
"I can feel your heart beating through my back," Harry said eventually.
"What is this obsession with my heart beat?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry shrugged lightly, lying his arm on the end of the bath and resting his head on it. "I just like being able to feel it," he said.
Draco slid carefully out of Harry causing the other boy to moan softly in a mixture of pleasure and loss. He stretched out in the bath and pulled Harry around and against him, they snuggled close and within a few minutes were both asleep.
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They were woken by a knock on the bathroom door and the second they moved realised the water was not even lukewarm any more.
"Water's freezing," Draco murmured.
"Mmph," said Harry.
There was another knock at the door. "Harry?" called Mrs Weasley. "Harry are you in there? Are you alright?"
The two boys woke up fully and exchanged horrified glances. "I'm fine!" Harry replied. "I just... fell asleep in the bath. I'm sorry."
"That's okay, dear," said Mrs Weasley. "But please do hurry, Arthur needs to get ready for work."
"I'll be out in a few minutes."
"They only have one bathroom?" said Draco in shocked surprise.
Harry gave him a 'not now' look and scrambled out of the tepid water.
"I haven't even washed yet," exclaimed Draco and began frantically washing his hair.
"Draco, we don't have... oh no, the wall!" Harry had just noticed the drying come stuck to the tiles. He grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the wall clean.
"Hey, I need the cloth," Draco complained.
Harry finished and threw it back to him. "Here."
Draco let it fall into the water. "That's okay, I'll pass," he said, stepping out the bath.
Harry pulled out the plug and scrubbed at the ring they had left behind them.
"Won't the house elves do that?"
"Will you shut up," Harry ground out in exasperation. "In about 60 seconds I'm going to open that door and chances are Ron's parents are both going to be standing right outside and it's going to take them no time at all to figure out what we were doing in here."
"Oh," said Draco succinctly and shut up.
They finished drying themselves and put on their dressing gowns then turned to face the door.
//I'm not going to blush,// Harry told himself but he could feel himself going crimson before he even touched the door handle.
//Just keep your mouth shut,// thought Draco to himself. //Let Harry do the talking. They know Harry, they like Harry...//
Harry opened the door. Waiting outside were Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"Harry..." The moment Mrs Weasley's eyes swept past Harry and fell on Draco the normally unflappable boy went bright red. The four of them stared at one another... the adults with surprise and the boys with horror and intense embarassment.
"I..." began Harry. "We... um..." Then he bolted and ran for the twins room leaving Draco standing alone in the bathroom door.
"Uh..." he said and then ran after Harry leaving the two adults looking after them.
"Well," said Mr Weasley with bemusement. "That was odd."
"Yes," agreed his wife with a far less casual tone. "You better get ready for work or you'll be late. I think I need to go and have a word with Ron."
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Draco slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. "You ran away!" he accused Harry.
"She knows," Harry gasped from where he was sprawled on his back on the floor. "I could tell. What are we going to do?"
Draco leant against the door and slid down to the ground. "I don't know, you know her better than I do. Should we lie?"
"What could we possibly say? We were in the bathroom together, with the door locked, and I already told her I was in the bath and both of us had wet hair..."
"We could say...." Draco thought for a moment. "Okay, I've got it. You asked me to fix up some bruises and stuff from last night cause you were too embarassed to undress in front of Mrs Weasley or Hermione and Ron doesn't do medical magic but you knew I had studied it at home. My hair was wet cause I had a bath before you. Completely innocent and fairly plausible."
"Really?"
"She likes you doesn't she? She'll believe you."
"You're a genius."
"I know," said Draco smugly and crawled over to lie on the floor next to Harry.
As their heart rates returned to normal Harry suddenly remembered just what they'd been doing that he had been so worried Mrs Weasley would know about. "Wow," he said softly.
"Hmm?"
"I mean... wow. We really... did it," said Harry.
Draco grinned and rolled onto his side, facing Harry. "I guess we did. Which means now you only have to win the Quidditch World Cup and watch Babylon 5."
"Huh?" said Harry.
"Before you die," Draco reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," said Harry, remembering their previous conversation.
Draco thought for a minute. "So, technically, did we both lose our virginity or just you?"
Harry rolled over to face him with a matching silly grin on his face. "I think both."
Draco reached out and stroked his cheek and jawline then pulled him into a kiss, their limbs twining together. Then he said wonderingly, "So, I deflowered the great Harry Potter."
"I'm definitely florally challenged," replied Harry with a smirk. "And I seem to recall you were pretty great too."
"The Boy Who Got Fucked?" Draco suggested.
"Which makes you The Boy Who Fucked The Boy Who Got Fucked," Harry replied.
"You know I really like that word," said Draco.
"What word?"
"Fuck," he said with relish. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking, fucked...." he trailed off and returned to kissing Harry.
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Molly Weasley rapped loudly on her son's door and then marched straight in. "Ron!" she barked. "Wake up this instant."
Ron shot from deep sleep into a startled upright position. "It wasn't me!" he blurted.
"No, it wasn't," she assured him. "But you've still got some explaining to do."
"Huh?"
"Is Harry gay?"
Ron went red. "What makes you say that?" he hedged.
"Just answer the question, Ronald."
"Why don't you ask him?" he said hopefully.
"Ronald!"
"Yes, he's gay," Ron admitted.
"And what exactly is going on between Harry and Draco Malfoy?"
"Umm... nothing?" he hazarded.
"Are they or are they not a couple, Ron."
"I really don't think..."
"I want an answer."
"Maybe," Ron conceded.
"So you're telling me that you talked me into putting two boys who are dating into the same room for the night."
"Er... yes... but..."
"But nothing!" Mrs Weasley snapped. "Next you'll be asking me to let Hermione sleep in here with you. I will not have children fooling around under my roof! Six boys I've had," she ranted. "Six! And not one of them has..." Her tirade faded away as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Ron sighed, thought about trying to save Harry from his mother's sudden attack of prudishness, then decided to go back to sleep instead.
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Half way out of their dressing gowns on the bedroom floor, Harry and Draco were interupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Harry Potter! Unlock this door immediately or I'll do it myself," ordered Ron's Mum.
Harry and Draco sprang apart and scrambled to their feet. "Shit," swore Harry. "I totally forgot about her." He retied his robe. "I'll be right there Mrs Weasley," he called. "I'm just.... getting dressed."
"Oh great," said Draco. "Now she'll think we were naked."
"Well she wouldn't be wrong," Harry muttered. "Anyway, the story, she knows we were in our dressing gowns when we left the bathroom. Why shouldn't we be getting dressed?" Harry suddenly realised he didn't have anything to get dressed in, having arrived in his underclothes. "Shit," he said again holding up his very grubby vest.
Draco threw on his robes. "I have a very bad feeling about all this," he told Harry.
Harry straightened his dressing gown and unlocked the door. "Er..." he said to the very irate looking Mrs Weasley. "I don't seem to have any clothes? Could I borrow some of Ron's?"
Mrs Weasley swept the room with the practiced gaze of a mother. Two unused pairs of pyjamas and one untouched bed. She levelled an extremely disapproving look at Draco and then turned back to Harry with only a slight decrease in her glare. "Sleep well?" she asked pointedly.
"I... er..." stuttered Harry. "Yes?"
"I do not appreciate being made a fool of in my own home," she stated.
"Um... I don't...."
"There will be no more joint trips to the bathroom..."
"But we...."
"...and there will be no more sleeping in the same room and don't think I won't be warning Professor Dumbledore to keep an eye on you two at school! I would never have allowed you to share the room if I had realised..."
Suddenly Draco spoke up from where he stood behind Harry. "How dare you speak to us in that manner!" he said, in a voice Harry hadn't heard from him in a long time. His tone was cold, angry and imperious.
"Draco, no!" Harry hissed.
Draco didn't seem to hear him, his eyes were cold and hard and somewhere deep inside, if you looked carefully enough, they were frightened. "We are not your children, for which I am very grateful, and you have no right to tell us what to do or to speak to the school about us. So you can stay out of our business."
Harry's mouth dropped in complete shock and horror at what Draco had just said.
Mrs Weasley was beyond furious. "You think I don't have the right to say what will and will not happen in my house!" she shouted. "You think Harry isn't my business when I'm the closest thing to a mother he's got! You think that one good deed gives you the right to speak to me in that manner!" She looked as if she wanted to slap him. "You insolent, spoiled brat. You think you can walk all over us because you're a Malfoy! Get out of my house. I'll see you never get near Harry again..."
"Please, stop," Harry begged, not sure if he was asking Draco to stop this or Mrs Weasley to take back what she had just said.
"I wouldn't stay in this house another moment," said Draco. "I should never have come here in the first place, I don't know what I was thinking." Then he pushed past Mrs Weasley and stalked out of the room.
Harry raced after him. "Draco, wait," he called. "Where are you going?"
"I've been asked to leave," Draco said evenly, his face blank. "I'm leaving."
"I'll come with you."
"That won't be necessary and I very much doubt Mrs Weasley would allow it."
True to his words Mrs Weasley's hand fell on Harry's shoulder. "Harry," she said. "Leave him be. Arthur will arrange for him to get back to school."
At that moment Mr Weasley wandered out the bathroom. "What? Is Draco leaving already?"
"No!" said Harry.
"Yes," said Draco and Mrs Weasley in tandem.
Mr Weasley looked a little bewildered. "Well... er... right then. I'll just Floo him to Hogsmeade shall I?"
Harry turned to Mrs Weasley. "This is a mistake," he tried to explain. "A misunderstanding."
"Harry, dear," she said gently. "I know you're grateful to him for saving you all last night but I think this is for the best. You're too young for all this and he's clearly a bad influence on you." She shot Draco a murderous glare for daring to seduce her surrogate son.
Draco looked blankly back at her then turned away and disappeared down the stairs.
"You don't understand," said Harry. "He's not normally like that, I don't know why he said those things but I'm sure he didn't mean it. Just let me talk to him..."
"Come along to Ron's room and we'll find you some clothes," she said, ignoring him and steering him away from the stairs. "We'll have a nice breakfast and you can tell me how you're doing at school."
Downstairs, Draco walked straight out the house and stared blankly around the garden. He had no idea where he was going but he had to get away. Part of him was yearning to go home, that child deep within you that always turns to it's mother when it's in pain, but that was out of the question. He supposed he should go back to school, but the thought of going back to Slytherin House chilled him. He thought longingly of the nights he had spent with Harry and then ruthlessly cut off the thought. That was over, thanks to the Weasley's his one source of comfort was gone. The Weasley's and his own stupid carelessness. He had gotten lazy, if he had just thought things through a little bit more this might never have happened. If they had been more careful, less wrapped up in their own little world... but it was too late for that now.
Draco raised his wand and disapparated.
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Harry sat numbly at the breakfast table dressed in robes that were several inches too long for him. Across from him Mrs Weasley poured tea and chattered about something inconsequential. Every now and then Harry would nod or mutter something to give the impression he was listening.
Inside he was slowly falling apart. Draco had gone and it was his fault. Just like Uncle Vernon had always said, it was all true. He'd ruined everything cause he couldn't stay out of Draco's pants and Mrs Weasley had blamed Draco when it had been him all along. He'd kissed Draco first, he'd always been the one to push for more, the one who took things too far, the one who begged Draco to fuck him like some sort of cheap slut... like those men in the street showing themselves off to whoever happened to be driving by.
Draco deserved better than him. After everything he had risked for him and his friends, he deserved better.
He probably wasn't even gay, it was Harry that was the pervert not Draco. He'd led him on, seduced him and then let him take the fall when they got found out. If he'd just stayed away from him Draco would be fine.
Instead he was who knew where, he hadn't waited for Mr Weasley but had left on his own.
Harry just hoped he'd gone back to Hogwarts where he'd be safe. Safe from Voldemort, safe from his father and most of all... safe from Harry.
by Marysia (April-May 2002)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is in denial once more after Mrs Weasley catches him and Draco together. Can Ron and Hermione get him to see reason? In the meantime Voldemort wants Draco dead. Harry/Draco slash.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Prologue
Sunday 12th Oct
Harry woke up feeling incredibly stiff and sore. Every muscle in his body seemed to ache from the tension and the torture he'd endured yesterday. After a minute he began fidgeting under the weight of Draco's body, which was draped half over him as usual, trying to find a more comfortable position to lie in.
Draco grunted and woke up. "Wha's matter?" he asked into Harry's neck.
"Nothing except that you're cutting off all the blood to my arm," Harry complained.
Draco responded by rolling off his arm and on top of the rest of him so that they were nose to nose. "Better?"
"I am suddenly very aware that you didn't brush your teeth last night," Harry noted.
Draco rolled his eyes and sat up, straddling Harry's waist. "Well, you're in a fine mood this morning."
"It's my normal morning-after-being-tortured mood, actually," sniped Harry. "My whole body hurts and my mouth tastes like ... something horrible that my head hurts too much to think up."
Draco looked down at him. "You are a bit of a mess."
It was true, what with the old marks from the previous night and the new bruises inflicted by Voldemort plus the general grime you picked up while being dragged around a dungeon... "I really need a bath," said Harry.
"Me too," said Draco. "And a toothbrush. Let's go find a bathroom."
They got up and threw on the dressing gowns Mrs Weasley had left for them next to the pyjamas that they hadn't bothered to put on last night. It was pretty early, the sun wasn't long up and everyone else was still asleep. Harry led Draco down the hall to the bathroom and they locked the door behind them. He poked through the toothbrushes then finally selected one at random.
"How do you know which one to use?" Draco asked. "Do you keep one here?"
"Nah," said Harry. "I just picked one."
Draco made a disgusted face.
"What?"
"You can't just use someone else's toothbrush."
"Why not? I need to brush my teeth."
"But it's... it's somebody else's toothbrush!"
Harry grinned and stuck it in his mouth. "Well now it's mine," he said. "You may as well use it too, I'll rub all the nasty other person germs off on my teeth and then you'll only have to deal with mine."
"No chance," said Draco. "It could be anyone's... for all you know that's the one they use to clean those hard to reach places behind the toilet."
Harry gave him a look of utter lack of concern and brushed his teeth.
Draco sighed and went off to start the bath running. When he turned back Harry handed him the toothbrush. "Fine," he said in defeat. "But only because I know where it was last."
Harry stripped off his dressing gown and studied his battered body in the mirror. "I'm surprised Ron's Mum let me go to bed looking like this," he sighed.
"I think she was a bit distracted," Draco said around the toothbrush. "Besides, most of those bruises weren't so obvious last night."
Harry picked up his wand and began to heal the worst of the marks, when Draco was done with his teeth he joined him and by the time the bath was run Harry was pretty much unmarked. He checked himself over in the mirror to see if he'd missed anything then made a face. "Well, we fixed the bruises... shame about the rest."
"What do you mean?" said Draco as he removed his own dressing gown to get in the bath.
"Well... look at you and look at me," Harry said cryptically.
Draco joined him in front of the full-length mirror, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and looking at the two of them. "You look pretty good to me," he said with a smile, kissing Harry's shoulder. "A little grubby but that's why we're having a bath."
"I just mean... look at you." Harry moved around so that Draco stood in front. "You're taller than me and you're all tanned and blonde and ..."
"Scarred," said Draco flatly. "At least your bruises go away."
"Not all of them," said Harry, touching his forehead lightly.
Draco's expression softened and he nodded at Harry in the mirror then turned around to face him. "Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not that much taller than you and I don't see what being blonde has to do with anything."
"You're just so..." Harry shook his head and got to the point. "Beautiful. I don't know what you see in me."
Draco smiled. "I like that you don't think you're attractive," he said and kissed him before he could say something stupid like 'That's because I'm not'. "Now stop talking and get in the bath."
Harry climbed into the bath and lay down with a sigh. "Fine, but you are taller than me."
Draco joined him in the large tub. "You'll catch up," he said, settling himself over Harry's legs and picking up the shampoo. "Now stick your head in the water before I do it for you."
Harry stuck out his tongue at Draco then held his nose and ducked his entire head under the water. He opened his eyes and looked up through the swirling liquid, holding his breath. He could hear his heart beating. He ran his free hand through his hair, feeling bubbles of air tickle past his fingers. When his lungs started to ache he floated back up.
"Sit up," Draco ordered as soon as he surfaced.
Harry sat up and Draco immediately began shampooing his hair, which was made even more enjoyable by the way he had slid forward into Harry's lap to do so. Harry immediately started running his hands over Draco's warm, wet skin.
"Stop that," Draco muttered. "I'm trying to wash your hair."
"Stop what?" asked Harry innocently, tipping his head back to keep the soap out of his eyes and at the same time sliding his hands over Draco's hips to squeeze his arse.
Draco tried to pull forward out of Harry's grasp but that only pressed his front closer. "At least let me finish washing your hair first," he complained. "If I get soap in your eyes it'll be your own fault."
Harry pulled away from Draco's hands and in a swift movement splashed back into the water, holding his nose and with his eyes screwed shut. In a flurry of bubbles he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and surfaced again. "My hair is washed," he declared before grabbing Draco and kissing him hungrily, his hands running down his back to return to their previous target.
Draco submitted for a few minutes before pulling away and catching Harry's hands in his own. He pinned them to Harry's sides. "I'm not finished washing you yet," he said commandingly but with a definite glint in his eyes. "So control yourself for five minutes and stand up."
"I can't stand up," Harry said mischievously. "Because you're sitting on my legs."
Draco pursed his lips and stood up himself, which put Harry's eye level somewhere very interesting indeed. Draco's groin seemed far more in tune with Harry's thoughts than the rest of Draco. But before Harry could do anything about that Draco pulled him to his feet as well. "I told you to stand up," he said in a voice that made Harry shiver in a very good way.
"Yes, sir," he said in his most lascivious tone.
Draco simply cocked an eyebrow.
//He is so sexy when he's aloof,// Harry thought.
Draco picked up the soap and began to wash him. Slowly. Inch by inch his fingers covered Harry's body in slick, white foam and then rinsed it back off. When his arms and torso were done Draco slid his hands down Harry's sides, knelt on one leg in the water and started on his feet.
"Draco..." Harry began.
"Shh.... learn a little patience," Draco told him.
Harry humphed and dug his nails into his palms.
Enjoying the slow build of tension, Draco lifted Harry's feet up one at a time and rested them on his thigh where he washed them meticulously from toe to knee. Then he looked up at Harry as he knelt in the water, resoaping his hands. He smiled and started working his way up from Harry's knees, which were feeling decidedly weak by this point.
Harry made an encouraging murmur as Draco got closer to the area Harry wanted his hands to be and finally a sigh of relief as slick fingers wrapped themselves around his erection and worked their way between his legs to massage his balls. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and they kissed as Draco stroked him. The soapy hand cupping his balls was withdrawn and moved around to massage his buttocks and finally slip between them. Harry broke off the kiss and licked his way to Draco's ear. "Mmm, please," he sighed as Draco's fingers ran over his anus.
"More?" asked Draco.
"More," pleaded Harry, hooking one leg around Draco to give him better access.
Draco steadied him with one arm around his back as he slid a soapy finger inside Harry. Their cocks were pressed together but their akward position made it just about impossible to get any decent friction going. Draco pressed deeper.
"More," whispered Harry breathlessly, bucking back against his hand and then forward to crush their erections together again, fucking himself on Draco's finger.
Draco added another finger, finding Harry's mouth again and kissing it as he worked his fingers inside him.
After a moment Harry broke away. "Hold on," he said, his eyes bright with arousal. "Let me turn around, it'll be easier." They broke apart and Harry turned and braced himself against the tiled wall at the end of the bath. He put one foot up on the end of the bath and arched his back in a positively indecent way. He reached one hand back behind him and pulled Draco up against him. "Like this."
Draco reached around and took hold of Harry's cock as his other hand resumed it's previous ministrations. With more room to move Harry began to thrust back hard against him.
"Yes, that's it," he gasped. But he still wanted more, he realised. He wanted Draco closer, closer than fingers and hands. "I want you," he told him. "I want you inside me."
"I'm right here," said Draco, missing Harry's intent altogether.
Harry moaned in pleasure as Draco added a third finger. "Yes," he hissed losing track for a moment and thrusting against him. But in a moment he felt that need again. "No, I mean I want you. I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me."
"What?" Draco's hands stilled, his fingers buried deep inside him. "You mean... can you do that?"
"Yes, definitely yes," Harry reached down, balancing precariously, and picked up Draco's wand from the side of the bath. He waved it behind him in Draco's general direction. "Use the lubrication charm."
Draco stood frozen in indecision for a moment, staring at the proferred wand.
"Draco?" Harry craned his head around. "If you don't want to..." he started, sounding a little disappointed.
Draco met his eyes and the desire he saw in them knocked him out of his fugue state. He wriggled his fingers inside Harry and heat blossomed through him at the expression that crossed Harry's face. "You like that?" he whispered slyly.
"Yesss," hissed Harry then gave a drawn out gasp as Draco slowly, very slowly, removed all three fingers completely. "Oh, fuck!" he swore faintly.
Draco rinsed his fingers in the bath and took the wand from Harry's limp fingers. "Still sure?" he asked, his voice no longer uncertain as he purposefully retook his usual dominant position.
Harry grinned at Draco's visible attitude change. "You want me to beg?" he teased.
Draco tightened his hold on Harry's erection making him gasp. "I wouldn't be so cheeky with my hand where it is," he warned.
Harry looked back at him through lowered lashes, affected by Draco's tone. "I'm still sure," he murmured.
Draco leaned forward and kissed him possessively, still holding onto Harry a little more tightly than necessary. "Good," he said. "Lubricans." Harry turned back and braced himself against the wall as Draco steadied him with his wand hand, pressing the wood of his wand along Harry's raised thigh and sending shivers of magical energy through both of them. He released Harry's erection and brought his hand around to guide his own into place. For a moment he felt that same apprehension return at the magnitude of what they were about to do. What if he did it wrong? What if he hurt him?
Harry reached behind him again, as if sensing Draco's thoughts, and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Please, Draco," he whispered.
Draco smiled, pressing forward against Harry but not hard enough to break past the ring of muscle. "Please what?" he purred.
"Please, Draco. Please fuck me," Harry moaned, arching his back further to thrust himself against the head of Draco's cock.
Draco pressed forward slowly. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered.
Harry moaned in reply, his hand moving to grip Draco's hip, encouraging him forward.
After what felt like an eternity of new and very pleasant sensation Draco found himself fully embedded in Harry's body, his front flush to Harry's back, his face tucked over Harry's shoulder near enough to see his profile. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted and his face flushed and damp. His eyes flickered open and he turned slightly to look at Draco. "Is this what you wanted?" Draco asked quietly, almost afraid that Harry would realise the enormity of the moment and panic.
Harry smiled at him. "Yes," he answered simply and leaned round further to touch his lips to Draco's, bringing one hand away from the wall to touch Draco's cheek.
For a long moment they kissed, growing more passionate, occasionally punctuated by a gasp from Harry as Draco throbbed inside him.
When they broke away Harry said, "I swear I can feel your heart beating inside me."
Draco felt a bubble of laughter inside him. He reached around and took hold of Harry's erection again. "Can you feel that?" he teased.
In answer Harry bucked his hips forward and then back causing them both to gasp. "Did you feel that?" Harry responded with fire.
"Oh, I feel that," Draco answered. "Now feel this..." he began to thrust into Harry, matching his strokes with the hand on his cock.
After that there was nothing much to say, just intense focus and the sound of flesh on flesh and meaningless words and pleas and curse words and pledges of devotion that came from somewhere far deeper than the conscious mind.
As Draco felt himself nearing that still unfamiliar edge he tightened his grasp on Harry and bit down into the other boy's shoulder.
"Close," Harry muttered between panted breaths, arching his neck back as he tangled one hand in Draco's hair, the other braced against the wall. "Harder."
Draco obliged at both ends, digging his teeth further into Harry's skin and sucking as he thrust faster and harder into Harry's body, his fingers digging into his thigh. He moaned into Harry's skin. So close... nearly there.
"Coming..." Harry echoed his thoughts and then with a strangled grunt his body tensed around Draco.
Draco vaguely felt Harry's cock pulse in his hand as he sprayed the tiled wall in front of him but was more absorbed by his own dizzying feelings. He wrapped the hand on Harry's leg tightly around his waist instead to hold himself up as he lost track of where he was. //Coming,// he thought. //Coming inside Harry.// Then all he could see for a few moments was stars as he lost track of his own conscious mind.
When he came back to his senses he and Harry were on their knees in the bath, still pressed tightly together. He could hear Harry gasping for breath, feel his diaphragm heaving under the arm that was wrapped around his waist. He wasn't the only one who needed to catch his breath.
"I can feel your heart beating through my back," Harry said eventually.
"What is this obsession with my heart beat?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry shrugged lightly, lying his arm on the end of the bath and resting his head on it. "I just like being able to feel it," he said.
Draco slid carefully out of Harry causing the other boy to moan softly in a mixture of pleasure and loss. He stretched out in the bath and pulled Harry around and against him, they snuggled close and within a few minutes were both asleep.
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They were woken by a knock on the bathroom door and the second they moved realised the water was not even lukewarm any more.
"Water's freezing," Draco murmured.
"Mmph," said Harry.
There was another knock at the door. "Harry?" called Mrs Weasley. "Harry are you in there? Are you alright?"
The two boys woke up fully and exchanged horrified glances. "I'm fine!" Harry replied. "I just... fell asleep in the bath. I'm sorry."
"That's okay, dear," said Mrs Weasley. "But please do hurry, Arthur needs to get ready for work."
"I'll be out in a few minutes."
"They only have one bathroom?" said Draco in shocked surprise.
Harry gave him a 'not now' look and scrambled out of the tepid water.
"I haven't even washed yet," exclaimed Draco and began frantically washing his hair.
"Draco, we don't have... oh no, the wall!" Harry had just noticed the drying come stuck to the tiles. He grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the wall clean.
"Hey, I need the cloth," Draco complained.
Harry finished and threw it back to him. "Here."
Draco let it fall into the water. "That's okay, I'll pass," he said, stepping out the bath.
Harry pulled out the plug and scrubbed at the ring they had left behind them.
"Won't the house elves do that?"
"Will you shut up," Harry ground out in exasperation. "In about 60 seconds I'm going to open that door and chances are Ron's parents are both going to be standing right outside and it's going to take them no time at all to figure out what we were doing in here."
"Oh," said Draco succinctly and shut up.
They finished drying themselves and put on their dressing gowns then turned to face the door.
//I'm not going to blush,// Harry told himself but he could feel himself going crimson before he even touched the door handle.
//Just keep your mouth shut,// thought Draco to himself. //Let Harry do the talking. They know Harry, they like Harry...//
Harry opened the door. Waiting outside were Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"Harry..." The moment Mrs Weasley's eyes swept past Harry and fell on Draco the normally unflappable boy went bright red. The four of them stared at one another... the adults with surprise and the boys with horror and intense embarassment.
"I..." began Harry. "We... um..." Then he bolted and ran for the twins room leaving Draco standing alone in the bathroom door.
"Uh..." he said and then ran after Harry leaving the two adults looking after them.
"Well," said Mr Weasley with bemusement. "That was odd."
"Yes," agreed his wife with a far less casual tone. "You better get ready for work or you'll be late. I think I need to go and have a word with Ron."
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Draco slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. "You ran away!" he accused Harry.
"She knows," Harry gasped from where he was sprawled on his back on the floor. "I could tell. What are we going to do?"
Draco leant against the door and slid down to the ground. "I don't know, you know her better than I do. Should we lie?"
"What could we possibly say? We were in the bathroom together, with the door locked, and I already told her I was in the bath and both of us had wet hair..."
"We could say...." Draco thought for a moment. "Okay, I've got it. You asked me to fix up some bruises and stuff from last night cause you were too embarassed to undress in front of Mrs Weasley or Hermione and Ron doesn't do medical magic but you knew I had studied it at home. My hair was wet cause I had a bath before you. Completely innocent and fairly plausible."
"Really?"
"She likes you doesn't she? She'll believe you."
"You're a genius."
"I know," said Draco smugly and crawled over to lie on the floor next to Harry.
As their heart rates returned to normal Harry suddenly remembered just what they'd been doing that he had been so worried Mrs Weasley would know about. "Wow," he said softly.
"Hmm?"
"I mean... wow. We really... did it," said Harry.
Draco grinned and rolled onto his side, facing Harry. "I guess we did. Which means now you only have to win the Quidditch World Cup and watch Babylon 5."
"Huh?" said Harry.
"Before you die," Draco reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," said Harry, remembering their previous conversation.
Draco thought for a minute. "So, technically, did we both lose our virginity or just you?"
Harry rolled over to face him with a matching silly grin on his face. "I think both."
Draco reached out and stroked his cheek and jawline then pulled him into a kiss, their limbs twining together. Then he said wonderingly, "So, I deflowered the great Harry Potter."
"I'm definitely florally challenged," replied Harry with a smirk. "And I seem to recall you were pretty great too."
"The Boy Who Got Fucked?" Draco suggested.
"Which makes you The Boy Who Fucked The Boy Who Got Fucked," Harry replied.
"You know I really like that word," said Draco.
"What word?"
"Fuck," he said with relish. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking, fucked...." he trailed off and returned to kissing Harry.
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Molly Weasley rapped loudly on her son's door and then marched straight in. "Ron!" she barked. "Wake up this instant."
Ron shot from deep sleep into a startled upright position. "It wasn't me!" he blurted.
"No, it wasn't," she assured him. "But you've still got some explaining to do."
"Huh?"
"Is Harry gay?"
Ron went red. "What makes you say that?" he hedged.
"Just answer the question, Ronald."
"Why don't you ask him?" he said hopefully.
"Ronald!"
"Yes, he's gay," Ron admitted.
"And what exactly is going on between Harry and Draco Malfoy?"
"Umm... nothing?" he hazarded.
"Are they or are they not a couple, Ron."
"I really don't think..."
"I want an answer."
"Maybe," Ron conceded.
"So you're telling me that you talked me into putting two boys who are dating into the same room for the night."
"Er... yes... but..."
"But nothing!" Mrs Weasley snapped. "Next you'll be asking me to let Hermione sleep in here with you. I will not have children fooling around under my roof! Six boys I've had," she ranted. "Six! And not one of them has..." Her tirade faded away as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Ron sighed, thought about trying to save Harry from his mother's sudden attack of prudishness, then decided to go back to sleep instead.
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Half way out of their dressing gowns on the bedroom floor, Harry and Draco were interupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Harry Potter! Unlock this door immediately or I'll do it myself," ordered Ron's Mum.
Harry and Draco sprang apart and scrambled to their feet. "Shit," swore Harry. "I totally forgot about her." He retied his robe. "I'll be right there Mrs Weasley," he called. "I'm just.... getting dressed."
"Oh great," said Draco. "Now she'll think we were naked."
"Well she wouldn't be wrong," Harry muttered. "Anyway, the story, she knows we were in our dressing gowns when we left the bathroom. Why shouldn't we be getting dressed?" Harry suddenly realised he didn't have anything to get dressed in, having arrived in his underclothes. "Shit," he said again holding up his very grubby vest.
Draco threw on his robes. "I have a very bad feeling about all this," he told Harry.
Harry straightened his dressing gown and unlocked the door. "Er..." he said to the very irate looking Mrs Weasley. "I don't seem to have any clothes? Could I borrow some of Ron's?"
Mrs Weasley swept the room with the practiced gaze of a mother. Two unused pairs of pyjamas and one untouched bed. She levelled an extremely disapproving look at Draco and then turned back to Harry with only a slight decrease in her glare. "Sleep well?" she asked pointedly.
"I... er..." stuttered Harry. "Yes?"
"I do not appreciate being made a fool of in my own home," she stated.
"Um... I don't...."
"There will be no more joint trips to the bathroom..."
"But we...."
"...and there will be no more sleeping in the same room and don't think I won't be warning Professor Dumbledore to keep an eye on you two at school! I would never have allowed you to share the room if I had realised..."
Suddenly Draco spoke up from where he stood behind Harry. "How dare you speak to us in that manner!" he said, in a voice Harry hadn't heard from him in a long time. His tone was cold, angry and imperious.
"Draco, no!" Harry hissed.
Draco didn't seem to hear him, his eyes were cold and hard and somewhere deep inside, if you looked carefully enough, they were frightened. "We are not your children, for which I am very grateful, and you have no right to tell us what to do or to speak to the school about us. So you can stay out of our business."
Harry's mouth dropped in complete shock and horror at what Draco had just said.
Mrs Weasley was beyond furious. "You think I don't have the right to say what will and will not happen in my house!" she shouted. "You think Harry isn't my business when I'm the closest thing to a mother he's got! You think that one good deed gives you the right to speak to me in that manner!" She looked as if she wanted to slap him. "You insolent, spoiled brat. You think you can walk all over us because you're a Malfoy! Get out of my house. I'll see you never get near Harry again..."
"Please, stop," Harry begged, not sure if he was asking Draco to stop this or Mrs Weasley to take back what she had just said.
"I wouldn't stay in this house another moment," said Draco. "I should never have come here in the first place, I don't know what I was thinking." Then he pushed past Mrs Weasley and stalked out of the room.
Harry raced after him. "Draco, wait," he called. "Where are you going?"
"I've been asked to leave," Draco said evenly, his face blank. "I'm leaving."
"I'll come with you."
"That won't be necessary and I very much doubt Mrs Weasley would allow it."
True to his words Mrs Weasley's hand fell on Harry's shoulder. "Harry," she said. "Leave him be. Arthur will arrange for him to get back to school."
At that moment Mr Weasley wandered out the bathroom. "What? Is Draco leaving already?"
"No!" said Harry.
"Yes," said Draco and Mrs Weasley in tandem.
Mr Weasley looked a little bewildered. "Well... er... right then. I'll just Floo him to Hogsmeade shall I?"
Harry turned to Mrs Weasley. "This is a mistake," he tried to explain. "A misunderstanding."
"Harry, dear," she said gently. "I know you're grateful to him for saving you all last night but I think this is for the best. You're too young for all this and he's clearly a bad influence on you." She shot Draco a murderous glare for daring to seduce her surrogate son.
Draco looked blankly back at her then turned away and disappeared down the stairs.
"You don't understand," said Harry. "He's not normally like that, I don't know why he said those things but I'm sure he didn't mean it. Just let me talk to him..."
"Come along to Ron's room and we'll find you some clothes," she said, ignoring him and steering him away from the stairs. "We'll have a nice breakfast and you can tell me how you're doing at school."
Downstairs, Draco walked straight out the house and stared blankly around the garden. He had no idea where he was going but he had to get away. Part of him was yearning to go home, that child deep within you that always turns to it's mother when it's in pain, but that was out of the question. He supposed he should go back to school, but the thought of going back to Slytherin House chilled him. He thought longingly of the nights he had spent with Harry and then ruthlessly cut off the thought. That was over, thanks to the Weasley's his one source of comfort was gone. The Weasley's and his own stupid carelessness. He had gotten lazy, if he had just thought things through a little bit more this might never have happened. If they had been more careful, less wrapped up in their own little world... but it was too late for that now.
Draco raised his wand and disapparated.
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Harry sat numbly at the breakfast table dressed in robes that were several inches too long for him. Across from him Mrs Weasley poured tea and chattered about something inconsequential. Every now and then Harry would nod or mutter something to give the impression he was listening.
Inside he was slowly falling apart. Draco had gone and it was his fault. Just like Uncle Vernon had always said, it was all true. He'd ruined everything cause he couldn't stay out of Draco's pants and Mrs Weasley had blamed Draco when it had been him all along. He'd kissed Draco first, he'd always been the one to push for more, the one who took things too far, the one who begged Draco to fuck him like some sort of cheap slut... like those men in the street showing themselves off to whoever happened to be driving by.
Draco deserved better than him. After everything he had risked for him and his friends, he deserved better.
He probably wasn't even gay, it was Harry that was the pervert not Draco. He'd led him on, seduced him and then let him take the fall when they got found out. If he'd just stayed away from him Draco would be fine.
Instead he was who knew where, he hadn't waited for Mr Weasley but had left on his own.
Harry just hoped he'd gone back to Hogwarts where he'd be safe. Safe from Voldemort, safe from his father and most of all... safe from Harry.