Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deepest Secrets ❯ Assumptions and Forgiveness ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

could hardly believe his ears, and he had to sit back in amazement. "W-what did you say?" Draco smiled and purred softly, "Make love to me, Harry. It's what you want, isn't it? To be buried inside me, taking the notorious Draco Malfoy in a way no one else can?" Harry swallowed and shook his head, "N-no! I....I mean yes, but ...don't you think it's a little soon, Draco?" The blonde frowned and sat up, pulling away from the other teen. "Forget it, then. Forget I said anything." Harry paled and reached out to grab the blonde's arm, "Draco, don't be like this. You know how I feel about you. I just..."Draco shook his head and tugged his arm out of the boy's grasp, "You just don't want to waste your first time on a nasty little Slytherin like me. Well you won't have to worry about it. You can go screw Granger if that's what you want. Or maybe you want Ron to be your first instead." He spat the words out and rose, gathering his clothes. Draco dressed himself quickly and headed towards his bedroom. Harry couldn't help but beg, his voice strained with desperation, "Draco, wait! That's not what I meant!!" His reply was the slamming of the heavy wooden door, followed by the soft click of a lock setting into place. Harry knelt on the couch, completely baffled. How the hell had things gone from insanely wonderful to complete disaster so quickly? He suddenly felt very exposed, and quickly slid his uniform back into place. He sat on the couch, eyes stinging, threatening to release the tears he knew he was holding back.Without thinking, Harry left their common room and began to roam the halls. He made his way to Gryffindor Tower, almost on instinct. "Password?" the Fat Lady asked tiredly. Harry muttered, "bowtruckle." "That is not the password." Harry's attention rose and he blinked at the painting. "Yes it is, it was the same yesterday!" The Fat Lady looked indignant, adjusting the ruffles on her dress. "The Headmaster himself changed the password just after breakfast." Harry cast his eyes to the floor, "Why would he do that? Oh well, you know I'm a Gryffindor, so let me in." The Fat Lady remained still and silent."Ahh, but Potty isn't a Gryffindor anymore, is he?" a voice cackled from behind Harry. He turned and glared at the poltergeist, "Get lost, Peeves." The voice cackled once again, "Poor Potty expelled from his own House because he couldn't keep his pants on!" Peeves floated away down towards the staircase, cackling his head off. Harry couldn't believe that he wouldn't even be allowed in Gryffindor Tower for the rest of the school year, and possibly longer. He stumbled away from the painting, making his way down the staircase without paying any attention to where he was going. "Oh look," another voice came from the shadows of one of the archways near the fifth floor. A group of rather bulky Gryffindors came sauntering out, three of them all together. Harry knew they were only a year older than him, but he still felt as though he was a first year as they approached. He grabbed for his wand, but was tackled before he could get a grip on it. "The famous Harry Potter, the Fag who Lived. You know, gents, I don't think any one person has brought so much shame to the Gryffindor name as this slimey little git." With a great laugh, the largest boy shook Harry roughly, pinning his arms to his sides. Harry struggled and growled, "You'd best let me go or I'll have each one of you expelled!""Woooo he'll have each one of us expelled," the smallest of the three, still a considerable amount larger than Harry, mimicked. He laughed and leaned in close, hissing his vile breath directly into Harry's face, "And who says you'll live to tell?" Without warning, the boy holding Harry gave him a great shove and Harry fell backwards. It took him a moment to realize he was free, and he thought he was going to get away. What he didn't realize was that the shove had pushed him right off the edge of the staircase that had begun to move while he was distracted. Harry flailed his arms and screamed, falling to what he most certainly believed would be his death.~*~*~*~*~*~*~"Harry," a voice whispered softly. He felt himself pull out of a deep slumber, making his way towards the voice. His mind hadn't even begun to register his surroundings, he simply grabbed and pulled Draco to him, pressing his lips against the blonde's quickly. Unfortunately, Draco was not the one whispering for Harry to wake up. Hermione squeaked and froze in place, staring down at her best friend as he slowly opened his eyes, lips still connected firmly. Harry blinked, then panicked and let Hermione go, dropping back against the pillow. "H-Hermione!!" his voice cracked, completely dazed with a migrane the size of a Horntail. The girl blushed and cleared her throat, adjusting her hair, "Welcome back, Harry. You, erm...had quite a nasty spill on the staircase. Do you remember what happened?" Harry, still shocked that he'd kissed Hermione of all people, took a moment to answer. "I, uh..." An extremely angry voice from the corner interrupted him, "That good of a kiss that you don't have your wits about you, Potter?" Harry's head snapped painfully to the side to catch sight of Draco, leaning against the wall near his bedside. Harry went deathly pale, "Draco...Draco I didn't...I thought it was you!" Hermione continued to blush, but scorned the blonde, "Honestly, Draco, you saw the whole thing so stop trying to overdramatize what was clearly an accident. At any rate, Harry had quite a bump to the head, he's bound to be a bit disoriented. And your temper tantrum is not helping.""Nobody asked you, mudblood, so stuff it." Hermione rolled her eyes and ignored him, "Harry, it's very important that you tell us what happened. Dumbledore was absolutely furious when Mr. Filch found you on the staircase. They said...you were laying in a pool of blood." Harry, eyes never leaving Draco, swallowed and relaxed back into the comfort of the bed. "I w-went for a walk. I went to Gryffindor Tower, but the password was changed. I wasn't allowed in, and Peeves said I wasn't a Griffindor anymore. I was walking back to my room when..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes finally left his blonde angel's form. "Go on, Harry. Please, Dumbledore will want to know right away." Harry nodded, albeit painfully so, as he cleared his throat. "Three seventh years found me on the stairway and...they pushed me over the edge of the staircase while it was moving." Hermione gasped and went a bit pale, "Oh my goodness, Harry! Were they Slytherins?" Draco snorted at the girl's assumption. Harry whispered in reply, "No, Gryffindors." Hermione was completely mortified, stammering, "I..I can't believe it! They tried to kill you? Oh, Harry, and here we thought..." She bit her lip quickly."You thought what?" he asked. His eyes went from Hermione to Draco, who turned his head away to look at the floor. Hermione was the one to answer. "Draco told us about your argument. When they found you...well...Harry, we thought you tried to kill yourself." Hermione's face was a perfect example of apology, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I should have known better than to think-""What? That I'd off myself just because my boyfriend throws a goddamn tantrum because I'm not ready to shag him yet? Oh Heaven forbid, Hermione, I guess I'll just go throw myself off the Astronomy tower next for missing class today." Hermione squeaked at the outburst and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked warily over at Draco, "You..you didn't say anything about that."Draco hissed, "Well I didn't think it was any of your damn business, Granger. What would the details matter anyway, it was a fight, end of story." Hermione's gaze hardened, "Well if you'd told us the proper truth we would have known Harry wouldn't have tried to kill himself over something like that. Honestly, Draco, you made it sound like the two of you broke up, but you just had a spat about shagging?" Draco glared at the girl with utter loathing, "Who says we didn't break up?"Harry whimpered and sat up despite the bandages around his chest, which he only noticed as the sheets fell away from his body. He shivered and swallowed, "D-Draco, please..." But the blonde had turned to leave once again. "Draco, don't go! Please! I need you to stay!" Harry's pleas went unanswered. It was Hermione who was next to move, chasing after the blonde with a firm determination. For the second time in her life, she lifted her hand and struck Draco Malfoy across the face. Hard. The Slytherin gaped at the girl and reached for his wand, but Hermione was too quick with her own. "You get back there and you damn well had better apologize for being a total asshole, Malfoy. This whole ordeal was because you wanted to get laid and Harry wasn't ready? What kind of fool are you? Or is sex all that matters to you in a relationship?" She aimed her wand at the blonde's throat and nudged, "Go back there and fix what you've broken, Malfoy. The only person that ever bothered to love you." Hermione retrieved her wand and folded her arms defiantly, blocking the Hospital Wing door.Draco would never admit it, but Hermione had been more than intimidating. She'd also been more than correct, and he knew it. The blonde turned and looked over at the bed where Harry lay. The dark haired boy was laying down on his back, hands fisted in his hair. He was shaking, and Draco could only guess that meant he was crying. A few steps closer confirmed his assumption. Tears were streaming down Harry's face by the time Draco made it to the bed. He sat down carefully, making sure not to aggravate any of the boy's injuries. They were substantial from what Dumbledore had told him. Harry had done the equivalant of falling off a two story building and landing on his back on concrete. The damage was enough that Harry almost had to be taken to St. Mungo's, but a last minute potion from Professor Snape had saved Harry the trip.The dark haired teen felt someone sit by him and opened his eyes, trembling as he recognized Draco. He made to sit up, but the blonde held him down carefully, shaking his head, "You need to rest. Lay down and stay still." Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, but he didn't care, "Draco...please...don't leave. I'll make love to you, I will. Just don't leave me." Draco shook his head, sighing heavily, "You're in no condition and...it wouldn't be right." The Slytherin was feeling like a complete fool for his behavior, especially seeing what it had caused. He ran a hand through Harry's hair, frowning as it stuck in his fingers from the dried blood. He leaned close to his lover, whispering softly, "I won't leave you...I promise. I'll never leave you, so long as you want me." A choked whimper came from the boy beneath him and Draco felt himself being pulled down, held by the boy who lived. "I want you forever. I want you with me for the rest of time." The blonde's eyes slid closed and let loose a single tear, voice trembling in reply, "Forever it is, then. For the rest of our lives."