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Title: Hey There Draco Chapter 21
Chapter Title: TBD
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reads my stories! Thanks to M!

Warning: This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, that means boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read!!

The twins had been right. The whole sorry lot really was there. Harry felt his heart beat frantically in his chest. Draco took his hand and gave it a little squeeze. While Harry appreciated the gesture, he wasn’t sure they ought to be holding hands in front of Draco’s mother. Narcissa Malfoy, however, didn’t seem to be affected by Draco taking Harry’s hand in the slightest. Harry hoped that this meant she accepted their relationship.

Harry felt every single pair of eyes sitting at the long table on them as he, Draco and Narcissa made their way to them. Harry could face Voldemort, Death Eaters, strange creatures and deathly situations without worry, but up against a group of trusted friends and allies he fell to pieces.

The twins were sitting next to Ron, who was next to Hermione. The twins both grinned and winked as Harry and Draco sat down opposite of them. Ron didn’t look up from his empty plate which he appeared to find very interesting. Hermione gave them a shy smile which Harry returned, gratefully. Ginny, who was next to Hermione, grinned and waved as if Harry and Draco hadn’t been absent from her sight for very long. Narcissa rested her hand on Draco’s back, gently patting him. Snape was seated next to Narcissa, wearing a sour expression that suggested he was there for his mother’s funeral rather than a simple dinner. Professor Lupin, who was next to Snape, caught Harry’s eye and gave him a look that clearly said, ‘We will discuss what you did later.’ Harry inwardly groaned. Needless to say he was not looking forward to that discussion. Tonks was there as well, her hair sunflower yellow. ‘At least she’s in a good mood,’ Harry thought. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were next to Tonks. Mrs. Weasley’s face appeared to be torn between happiness that Harry and Draco were unharmed and disapproval at what they had done. Last but certainly not least was Dumbledore. He looked as pleasant and cheerful as always, but there was a glimmer of something else behind his eyes. Harry was almost certain that it involved him.

“All right, mate?” Ron said, somewhat hesitantly.

That made Harry turn his head to look at him so fast that it almost hurt. “Yeah, all right,” Harry returned. “You?”

“Been worse,” Ron said, shrugging. “Hello, Malfoy,” he then said to Draco.

“Hello, Weasley,” Draco returned politely. Narcissa smiled and continued to rub her son’s back. Beside her, Snape didn’t give any acknowledgement of their presence and continued to look as unpleasant as ever.

Dumbledore stood up, beaming at everyone around him. “Greetings,” he said pleasantly. “Welcome, welcome. I would rather not bore you with words for the moment so tuck in!”

Food suddenly appeared on the table. Harry hadn’t realized how hungry he’d been until that moment. He eagerly helped himself to the steak and kidney pie. He also served up a piece for Draco. Draco smiled at the gesture but really didn’t seem too keen on eating. Everyone’s spirits gave the impression of being at an all time high, but Harry had to wonder if it was all a façade. He was certain that everyone (though mostly the adults) were angry with him for leaving. Draco had taken a few bites of his dinner before laying down his fork and resting his head on his mother’s shoulder. He didn’t even care that he was attracting strange looks from the rest of the table. Harry understood how Draco felt.  After being separated from her with no guarantee that he would see her again, Draco just wanted to latch onto his mother and never let go. Harry was sure he’d want to do the same thing once he got Sirius back.

Draco began coughing.

“Draco, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Narcissa asked.

“Draco?” Harry said. “Are you all right?”

Draco nodded but continued to cough. Suddenly, Harry’s body felt like it was on fire. His left cheek blazed and his lungs burned with sharp jabs. He clapped his hand over his mouth and struggled for air. What was going on? Beside him, Draco caught his eye. Horror and dread were written all over his face and it suddenly dawned on Harry. This was Draco’s pain. This was what was happening to Draco at the very moment. Because of their new-found bond, Harry was experiencing firsthand the curse Draco had been battling the entire summer.

“Harry!” Draco gasped. He grabbed for Harry’s hand.

Harry could feel himself begin to grow faint and he knew that they were mere moments away from losing consciousness. Draco tightened his hold on Harry’s hand as they toppled to the ground. Harry was only vaguely aware of the commotion all around them of the frightened on lookers. All he heard as he faded into blackness was a whispered, ‘I’m sorry’.

                                                         ~~~

When Harry woke he was aware of two things. First was that Draco was no longer beside him and second was that there were adults whispering what sounded angrily near him.

“They’ve really done it now,” hissed Mrs. Weasley. “I don’t know how they did it, but they’ve made things worse.”

“Now, Molly,” Mr. Weasley said. His voice was soft. “Dumbledore doesn’t think their bond will get in the way.”

“You saw what happened,” Mrs. Weasley said. “Draco fainted and then so did Harry. How is that not going to get in the way?”

“I agree with Dumbledore for now,” Lupin spoke up. Harry felt his insides turn cold at the sound of his voice. “Besides, something like this could turn out in our favor.”

Harry squinted his eyes open. He was in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. Draco was in the bed right next to his. His eyes were closed and he was still. Very still. From what Harry could see, he was hardly breathing.

“I appear to be outnumbered,” Mrs. Weasley said, sighing. “I just worry about those boys, that’s all. They try to do so much, especially Harry. I only wish they would put a little more trust and faith in the adults around them.” She sighed, again. “I better go comfort Narcissa. She’s made herself sick with worry.”

Harry heard Mrs. Weasley footsteps echo as she left the room. Mr. Weasley and Professor Lupin lingered for a moment or two before following after her. The room was left in utter silence. Harry opened his eyes completely and looked over at Draco. Harry hoped Draco wasn’t awake or he also would have heard every single word.

“Draco, are you awake?” Harry said softly.

“Yes,” Draco answered. He paused and then added in haste, “I’m sorry, Harry, I’m so sorry.”

Harry was out of his bed and over to Draco in an instant, taking Draco’s hands in his. “Don’t be sorry,” Harry said. “It’s not your fault.”

Draco pulled Harry into his bed, burying his head in Harry’s shoulder and inhaling deeply. “I don’t want you to die because of me,” Draco said.

“And I don’t want you to die because of me,” Harry responded. “I’m marked, too, Draco. I could just as easily be the first to go.”

Draco took Harry’s hand and kissed it then rubbed it against his cheek. He then brought Harry’s hand back to his mouth and slid the index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Draco,” Harry breathed. “What are you doing?”

Draco pulled the finger out of his mouth and kissed Harry on the lips. Harry closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Draco.

Draco broke the kiss and put his mouth against Harry’s ear. He gave it a light kiss before whispering, “Make love to me, Harry.”

“Here? In the hospital wing?”

“Why not here? Why not now?”

“Because you collapsed during dinner today,” Harry offered weakly, Draco was sucking on his earlobe. Wait, why wasn’t this a good idea?

“So did you,” Draco said, drawing back. He wasn’t there for long before he dove right in again, fiddling with the buttons on Harry’s pajama top. He kissed the side of Harry’s neck as he did this. That did it. Growling a little, Harry flipped Draco around so that he was on his back and Harry was on top. Draco’s eyes widened a little but he allowed Harry to pull off his clothes and then the rest of his own.

“Little minx,” Harry mumbled. “You’re lucky I’m rather fond of you.” He gently caressed the bruises on Draco’s chest.

“Please, Harry, love me,” Draco murmured.

“I already do.”

Harry pushed into Draco in one move. Draco cried out a little, but pulled Harry closer to himself. Harry covered Draco’s mouth with his own as he thrust in and out of Draco in a slow and even pattern.

“More!” Draco cried, breaking the kiss. “More, Harry! Please more!”

Harry was happy to comply, quickening his pace. He didn’t care that someone could walk in at any moment. He didn’t care about the racket they were making which could easily draw someone to the room to investigate. No, all he cared about at the moment was giving Draco anything and everything that he asked me.

Draco moaned, clutching his own hair in his hands and arching his back. “Break me in two!” he screamed. “Harry, please! I don’t care if you kill me! Just give me more, please!”

Harry didn’t know what else he could do. He was already driving into Draco as hard as he could. If he went any harder, Draco really would split in half, then die with Harry right along beside him. If that was to be their fate, Harry would not deny him. Harry threw Draco’s legs over his shoulders so he could have more of an angle into Draco. Tears were streaming down Draco’s face. Harry didn’t know if it was from the pain of the pleasure. He hoped it was the latter. Harry shut his eyes, tightly. His head was filling with pure white. Any and all thoughts were leaving him and he was left with nothing, save Draco’s voice, crying out.

“Harry!” Draco cried out as they both climaxed.

Breathing heavily, Harry collapsed beside Draco. Draco was still holding onto his hair while the tears still streaked his face.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” he whispered. “I’m never going to be good enough. Not as I am now.”

“Just shut it, would you?” Harry mumbled, pulling Draco into his arms. “You’re perfect just as you are. I would never change you.”

Draco nodded into Harry’s chest. He was still crying. They stayed like that until sleep came to claim them.

                                                     ~~~

Harry woke when he felt Draco slip out of bed.

“Draco?” he asked sleepily. “Where are you going?”

Draco didn’t respond.

“Oi, Draco…” Harry started, but cut himself off when he caught sight of Draco face. His eyes were closed. He was still sleeping.

Draco began walking away. Harry hastily pulled on his pajamas, leaving his shirt unbuttoned, and tore after Draco. Harry followed the sleep-walking Draco out of the Hospital Wing. He had heard of people sleep-walking before and how it was imperative not to wake them. He didn’t know what would happen if he did wake Draco, only that it wouldn’t be good. Draco led Harry all the way to the Astrology Tower. Harry was starting to become nervous. He didn’t like Draco being unconscious at such a height. He could easily fall.

Suddenly Draco’s eyes opened and came into focus. He seemed startled and frantically whipped his head around. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw Harry.

“Harry?” Draco asked.

“It’s all right, Draco, I’m here,” Harry said taking Draco into his arms.

“I was having a strange dream,” Draco murmured into Harry’s shoulder.

“What were you dreaming of, love?” Harry asked.

“I was dreaming of shadows and rain.” Draco lifted his head. “I was dreaming of fire, too. And we were trapped somewhere in between.” Harry stroked Draco’s face sympathetically. Nighttime had always been a curse for him, as well. It was always a time when his thoughts got lost in the darkness that surrounded him. Draco looked around; his frightened eyes were still filled with confusion. “What are we doing up here?”

But before Harry could answer there was a sudden fit of laughter from the dark shadows of the tower. A masked Death Eater stepped out into the light. It was only then that Harry realized he didn’t have his wand on him. He pushed Draco behind him and tried to look as threatening as he could. The Death Eater laughed again and this time Harry recognized the voice.

“Bellatrix Lestrange, you bitch!” Harry snarled.

“My, my, my,” Bellatrix said lightly. “Where are your manners, wonder boy? I’m an honored guest.”

“Honored my arse!” Harry shot back. He could feel Draco trembling behind him, his hands clutching the back of Harry’s night shirt.

“Really, though,” Bellatrix said. “This has been far too easy. Are you not even going to try?”

“Get away from us, you hag!” Harry yelled.

“Or what?” Bellatrix said. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” Harry knew, of course, that this was quite impossible. He was only trying to stall for time until he could think up a good enough plan. His mind, however, was drawing a blank.

“Aunt Bellatrix,” Draco said softly. “Aunt Bellatrix, please.”

Bellatrix pretended as though she hadn’t heard him. She continued to address Harry. “This doesn’t have to be hard, Potter,” she said. “I’ve only come to collect Draco. Just hand him over and we can be done with this embarrassing scene.”

“You’ll have to take me, too, then,” Harry told her. “We won’t be separated.”

“Oh, I’m afraid you will have to be,” Bellatrix said. She had the tone of someone who was telling another of a mild inconvenience. “My master only wants Draco for now.” Harry, having nothing to say to this, merely glared at Bellatrix. He hated everything about her. She had killed Sirius and now she was trying to take Draco away. “Unfortunately, though, I have grown tired of this little charade,” Bellatrix continued. “Come, Draco, say good-bye.” Before Harry even had time to think, Bellatrix had raised her wand and shouted, “Stupefy!”

Harry heard Draco’s scream before he crumpled to the ground and everything went black.