Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ ch. 13 Dundundunnn ( Chapter 13 )

Ch 13 Dun dun duuuuuun…Bad Luck.

Warnings: Don't own, other warnings previously given.

First off, for those that didn't read the last chapter due to content: Draco refused to say how he felt about Harry. He said, “I don't know.”

Harry then got kind of lusty, and Draco was sort of disgusted. Harry reveals that he does feel guilty, but has other reasons for wanting Draco, like his honesty, and the fact that he's a “refreshing change”.

It was revealed that Draco knew French because of tradition and its useful applications. It is also revealed that he learned to live with muggles when on the run. He refuses to answer questions about other things, namely intimacy, because “nothing can be done about the past”

Then there's sex (Harry/receiving on top) and a thought about WWW product testing.

 

 

And now, on with the story:

“But they're brothers…” Harry starts.

“I realize that.” The words have the old Malfoy tone of sarcasm and wit.

“Ugh…I hate you now.” The words are said lightly, jokingly, with a hint of laughter.

Silence overwhelms everything all too quickly.

“I wouldn't blame you.” The words hold none of the playful tone of before.

“You really have no clue, do you?”

“About what?”

“Anything. Everything.” Harry states, plainly, accenting the thought of everything with a wave. “When you….earlier, you apologized. Did you realize that? I don't want to know why…And if I did, you wouldn't tell me.”

“…Do you really want to know?” I can do this. I can tell him that much, at least.

“It can wait.”

“No. Just listen…I really am sorry. I hurt you.”

“Not really.”

“I didn't mean for things to go that far. When you told me to stop, I did. I tried to talk you out of it. “

“Yeah, and I didn't listen. Besides, it was better than I expected.”

“I'm sorry that I didn't...I didn't ask whether...” He bites his lip. “I was allowed to or not.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Allowed?”

“It was just that you did, and I saw your face…I didn't even think about it.” His hand goes through his hair.

“Oh. Ohhh.”

“And now you're like I was…”You're dirty, and it's all my fault. And I'm like them.”

“Draco. No. Listen to me. I am fine. In fact, I'm happier than I've been in a while. “

A soft knock on the door draws attention.

The two look at each other.

“What do we do?” Harry whispers.

“Well, you locked the door…” Draco finds himself whispering back.

The knock is louder this time, and accompanied by “Harry?! “. Molly Weasley.

“What do we say?” Harry's eyes grow wide.

Bang.

The door slams open, lock and all. Molly stands in the doorway in all her redheaded glory, one foot still in the air from kicking the door in. Her eyes are narrowed in suspicion. Her arm is raised, wand in hand. Her mouth is opened, about to yell.

Then, as she takes in the scene on the bed, everything drops. Her jaw, her foot, her wand, and lastly her gaze, fall.

Harry and Draco are still in stunned silence. Embarrassment sinks in only when Mrs. Weasley covers her eyes and says softly, “Oh lord…” She quickly turns redder than her son had ever been. She clearly wants to ask about the situation. Instead, she squeaks out a “Dinner's ready…” She starts to hurry away before remembering that she left the door open and going back to close it.

“Well, I wasn't expecting anyone to find out that soon…”Harry says softly.

Draco groans, his head burying itself in his hands. Molly was not that far from the top of his “People that do not need to know that I just had sex with Potter” list that has quickly formed in his head. To be fair, it was quickly becoming a very long list.

“We could try to make an excuse…” Harry offers.

“No…I'll get her alone later. “ His mind is buzzing. Everything is going to get out of control. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't have given him anything. Tightness starts in his chest. Panic starts to take over against his will.

“Draco? Are you alright?”

“It's…no.” I have to. As many times as it takes. “I'm sorry. “

Harry sighs. With a careless shrug, he says, “Just…clean up a little and go downstairs. I'll be down then.” With a hint of effort and a yawn, he grabs his wrinkled clothing from the floor and goes to the bathroom. The hiss of running water is just audible from behind the door.

Dirty. I knew it…I need to tell someone, for his own good. Her. She's like his mother. She'll save him. He cleanses the blankets, remaking the bed. He hides the bottle away. He cleans his body, smoothes his hair. His clothes are wrinkled, but a small charm fixes that. Slowly the room is becoming less cold, less normal. Draco leaves, pausing for one moment to stare at the shut bathroom.

The scent of chicken is filling the house. Draco's stomach growls, low and insistent.

He takes his time, trying to think. He goes down the stairs, his fingers trailing lightly down the rail. The dining room table is filled with people, mainly boys with red hair. Molly drops off a dish, and goes back to the kitchen for more.

Good. Nearly invisible, and ignoring his hunger, he follows her into the cramped kitchen. The oven is on, the stovetop is full. The fridge door is open, Molly exploring the shelves.

Draco clears his throat. “Mrs. Weasley?” he smiles sweetly.

“You!” She points at him accusingly.”Should not be doing that in this house.”

“I understand.” This might be easier than I thought.

“That boy doesn't know what he's getting into.” She moves a covered dish from the cold to the counter. “You're both too young!”

“Exactly.” Relief. She isn't going to let this go on. “You're right.”

“He didn't hurt you, did he?” She turns away so that her image of scolding mother can be upheld.

Draco raises an eyebrow.

She misinterprets his silence and continues. “I'll have Remus talk to him, then. We are already short on allies; we can't lose any more members. “ She slides the mystery food into the oven.

“I think there's been a misunderstanding…”He starts.

“Are you alright?” She hugs him as he stands motionless. “Poor thing. You're so tense.”

This isn't right. “Listen, you have to understand…you have to keep an eye on him. Please.” What had started as confident shrinks to a whisper. She doesn't understand.

Her hold on him gets tighter. “There, there. He didn't force you, did he?”