Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Fu Inle, Chapter 11.

Warnings: Slash, violence, fluff, and everything else that I have mentioned in previous chapters. I do not own the characters, if I did, it probably wouldn't be a children's book.

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“What the hell? We get here, prepared for the battle of the century, and he LEAVES?!” Ron's Gryffindor pride acts up.

“Ron…”Hermione sighs.

“No. Listen, we barge in, have him cornered, and he just poofs away? There's something wrong with that!”

“Quiet, Weasley.” Moody's tone won't allow argument.

As the initial shock wears off, Tonks' crying breaks the quiet. Moody approaches her. Under his breath you can barely hear the words, “Constant vigilance.”

Draco heals his own shallow injuries, ignored while Tonks is still in pain. He rises to his feet; his shirt tattered, and goes to the still kneeling Harry.

“You alright?” He whispers, not wanting the golden trio to reform just yet.

Harry nods.

“Who used Protego Horibilis on my clothes?”

“Hermione. It would have been nice to know that Crucio wasn't covered.”

Draco smirks. “The unforgivables wouldn't be as intimidating if a spell like that repelled them.”

The comment works, and a small smile forms. “Shut up.”

“Here.” Draco offers a hand as Tonks' crowd is reassured of her condition.

Harry wavers a bit as he stands. He leans on Draco, “Guess he doesn't like me much, huh?”

“It'll wear off in a minute.”

Hermione glances over and decides to provide a diversion.

“What are we going to do with them?”

Tonks motions to Narcissa. “She's not really a threat. Lucius is the one who stunned her. I saw her fall…”

She starts explaining to the group, and everyone seems interested enough.

 

“I need to talk with you back at the house.” Draco whispers, pulling away from the brunette and heading towards his mother.

“So what should we do? We can't just let her go.” Hermione pipes up. “She's still a suspect.”

“Stick her with her sister.” Draco offers this option, which is seconded by a nodding Tonks.

“My mom can handle her, and she's really not a threat. “

Moody huffs, then shrugs. “We can't prove a charge. Bellatrix is going to the ministry with me. Hopefully she'll be kissed this time. We can't wait around for Lucius, so he'll have to wait for another day.”

He makes it sound like he wanted him to leave…he doesn't want them to know he's afraid to stay.

Moody disappears with Bellatrix. Harry, Ron and Hermione apparate, assumingly home. Tonks holds back. Without a word, she lunges forward and hugs her cousin. Her hair turns her favorite shade of pink.

“Glad to see you aren't dead.” She says. “Should I wake your mother up?”

“No.” He turns away. “Let her know that I'm fine, but don't tell her where I am. If she needs to tell me something, take a message. “

He turns away, acting like he's leaving.

“Just...keep her safe, alright?”

Bang.

 

 

The house feels cold and empty, eerily silent.

I won't look for Granger or Weasley.

Then, a random thought.

Wonder who's going back to get the brooms? Better be Moody. Old bastard.

“Earth to Malfoy?” Harry taps him on his shoulder.

“Can we go somewhere…less public if someone were to come home?” His voice is very serious.

With a smile, Harry drags him up the stairs. He tugs him into the bedroom, pausing only to slam and lock the door.

“I didn't necessarily mean here…”

“Talk.”

“Fine.” He sighs, grabbing a seat on the bed. “I apologize for offending you earlier.”

“That's it? You wanted a room for an apology?” He blushes.

“Well, that was part of it. You said before that you wanted answers.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I still don't think you'll kill him, but… You were really going to try? Even after I told you not to?”

“Well, yeah.” He plops himself down on the mattress.

“Then you're an idiot. What did you want to know?”

“Are you sure? It seems a little unfair.”

“Do you want me to take it back?”

He pauses for a moment. “No. But… you ask me anything. We'll trade. And if you don't want to answer something, don't.”

“Deal.” He lies back, relaxing.

“What did that mean earlier, the thing with the stick?”

“It means that good things can come from bad…at least that's the way I've taken it.”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“I believe that I've already answered that. That topic is taboo. I refuse to repeat myself.”

“I meant, why are you so nervous with me? I mean, me and him are…Unless you're not?” The look on his face is pure confusion.

“I don't know, I know, and I am.” There's a moment of silence. “When did you know that you weren't straight?”

Harry stares at him.

“What? You said I could ask anything.”

“I wasn't expecting that!”

Draco simply raises an eyebrow.

“ I guess it was fourth year, when I wasn't attracted to the veela like Ron was. I mean, me and women just never worked out, and then there was summer break…So…your father…”

“Off limits.” The words are out before the thought can be completed.

“Fine. Why did you kiss me?” The words are a clear trap.

“Because…I don't know. “ He rearranges himself so that he can stretch out.

“Do you trust me?”

“I suppose so.”

Harry kicks off his sneakers and pulls his feet up. He pulls off Draco's shoes, letting them land wherever. He crawls towards the motionless blond. One knee rests on either side of Draco's hips. Without a word, he kisses him.

“Tell me, what makes you nervous?

 

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