I love you
They were… in a graveyard?
Draco looked at Harry, who had a big frown on his face. “Harry, what is this place?”
”I- I don’t know.” Harry said, taking a look around.
Harry walked to the left and Draco to the right, both of them trying to figure out where they were. The place was terribly creepy, there were crows all over the place, it was foggy and—
Yes, definitely a graveyard.
“Draco, we have to get out of here.” Harry said sharply.
Draco turned to look at him, Harry seemed terrified. Panicked, even.
“What?”
“We have to get out of here.” Harry repeated. “Now!”
But before Draco could answer Harry hissed in pain, touching his scar as if it was on fire. Draco ran towards him.
“Harry? Are you okay?”
Harry kept hissing in pain, touching his scar. “Leave!” He managed to say.
“What? I’m not leaving you!”
Harry sent him a pained look. “Leave, Draco!”
“No! Not without you!”
“No one’s leaving tonight.” Another voice said. It was a creepy fat man who was carrying something in his arms. His wand raised at the two of them.
Draco instantly grabbed his wand. “Who are you?!”
“Draco Malfoy… what a pleasure to see you here…” another voice whispered. Draco could tell something was very wrong. “I think we should invite Lucius to this reunion…”
Draco froze. Who was this person?
He glanced over Harry, who was still in pain. Anger surged through him. “What are you doing to Harry?!”
The fat man only kept walking closer.
“Answer me!” He demanded.
“Stupefy!” The man yelled, it was too fast. Draco couldn’t block the spell, so he flew backwards until his body hit a grave. With a groan of pain he ended up on the floor.
What happened next was a blur. He heard Harry screaming his name, then the same voice whispering things…
He tried to stand up and protect Harry, but his body wasn’t working very well. He managed to open his eyes a bit more and saw Harry, who was pressed against a grave and… Voldemort?
Wait, What?
Did he hit his head too hard? Or why was he seeing bloody Voldemort in front of him?!
Voldemort was trying to touch Harry, pressing his finger on Harry’s scar. He finally managed to stand up, nearly falling again in the process, but he did it.
“Don’t touch him!” He yelled with all the strength he had left.
At that, Voldemort and the fat man turned to look at him.
“Oh, Draco… I almost forgot you were here.” Voldemort said.
At the sound of his voice Draco’s blood turned cold, goosebumps all over his skin. It was frightening.
“What do you want?” He said.
Voldemort chuckled. “I have no interest in you, but your father might.”
He rolled up his sleeve, only to reveal an ugly tattoo— The Dark Mark. His own mark. He touched it and in less than two seconds his followers were standing around him.
“Lucius…” Voldemort said, as he stepped closer to one of the bodies.
The man took out his mask and— Draco froze. His father.
“My Lord…” Lucius said in a tone Draco had never heard, he was afraid.
Voldemort stepped closer, watching Lucius with disgust. “Are you loyal, Lucius?”
“Y-yes, my Lord.”
“Then prove it.” Voldemort spat. “Your son here is a traitor. He’s grown attached to Harry Potter… HE BETRAYED ME!” He said furiously.
Lucius flinched.
“If you are loyal to me, punish him. Punish him now, Lucius!”
Draco froze.
His father turned to look at him, disgust, hate… all those things in his father’s face.
“Of course, my Lord.” Lucius said. “Come here, Draco.”
Draco considered his options. One, he could stay still, ignoring his father’s orders, but that would end up bad. Two, following his father’s orders, but that would end up bad as well. Or worse, they could hurt Harry because of his misbehaviour.
This could go wrong in every possible way. So he did what was left to do, and followed.
He stopped walking when he was a feet away from his father. “You’re a disgrace, Draco. I’m ashamed of calling you my son…”
Draco looked down at his feet, unable to say something.
“Torture him, Lucius!” Voldemort said.
Draco could hear Harry’s sobs from behind, it broke his heart. Lucius raised his wand and…
“Crucio!” He yelled.
Draco fell on the ground, twisting in pain, screaming, crying. This was one of the worst feelings he’d ever experienced. It was like a million knifes were stabbing him.
“NO!” Harry yelled between painful sobs. “DON’T HURT HIM!”
“Silence!” Voldemort said.
“Please… stop— please… just stop… don’t hurt him…” Harry begged.
Draco kept screaming and twisting on the ground, screaming hurt, everything hurt. He bit his lips to stop himself from screaming, but it only made his lips bleed.
“STOP! MAKE IT STOP!” Harry begged again.
This was the longer Draco had ever been tortured, there was so much hate behind the way his father was torturing him. Not like he was doing it because Voldemort wanted it, but also because he wanted it too.
Finally, the pain stopped, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t feel. He was too numb to feel anything. He just heard some sobs— probably Harry’s, his mind told him to go there and comfort him, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.
“NO!” He heard someone yelling again.
Then, he just felt some liquid dripping from his chest. It was cold. He managed to look at his clothes, they were turning red, so that must’ve been his own blood. He didn’t care.
He was grateful about it, because he could finally sleep. He was getting tired, his eyes were closing, and it was… nice. Finally putting a stop to this problem. So without a fight, he closed his eyes.
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Harry’s POV:
”NO!” He screamed.
Lucius had sent a slicing charm to Draco. His own son! What was wrong with him! He froze as he saw how Draco’s clothes were turning red, soaking in his own blood.
He let out a painful scream, followed by too many sobs. He couldn’t stop crying. Then Draco closed his eyes, and he cried even more. He couldn’t stop sobbing, because it felt like he was the one who was being sliced open.
Finally, he felt his body was free, he could move again. He wanted to go to Draco, to help him, but before he got the chance to do so, Voldemort was throwing an Avada Kedavra.
He took out his hand to block the spell. “Expelliarmus!” He yelled.
The two spells met in the middle, green fighting red. For a second, Harry thought he wouldn’t survive this, but out of nowhere, some… — lights? — came out of Voldemort’s wand.
And a second after that, his parents were talking to him. His parents!
“Harry…”
“Mum… Dad…” he sobbed.
“Listen to me, son.” James said. “We can handle him for a while so you can escape, but only a few seconds.”
“You have to be quick, darling.” His mother said.
“Do you understand, Harry? Only a few seconds. You have to run, grab the cup and leave.”
Harry nodded. “Can I— can I take Draco with me?” He asked.
His father glanced at Draco’s figure. “Is he…”
Dead?
Harry cried harder. “I- I don’t know.” His voice broke.
Lily looked at him fondly. “You can, Harry.”
“But do it fast.” His father added.
He nodded.
“Now leave!” His parents said at the same time.
“Thank you…” and he ran away.
Harry ran as fast as he could, he grabbed the cup and held Draco’s body as they traveled back to Hogwarts.
When the awful sensation of apparition ended, he threw himself onto Draco’s body.
He didn’t even care about the cheering noise coming from the crowd, or the gasps when they realised something was very wrong. All he could care about was Draco.
He cried. “Please… don’t leave me… Draco— don’t leave… m-me…” he whispered between sobs.
Draco couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t.
“Stay with me…” he cried.
He felt someone’s hand trying to pull him away from Draco, but he couldn’t go. He couldn’t leave Draco alone. He had to stay with him.
“Harry, we’ll take him to Pomfrey. Let go!” The voice said.
But I can’t.
He wanted to say, but he couldn’t stop crying to say it.
“Harry…” Dumbledore said. “The boy needs to go to the Hospital, you too. Let us help.”
“He’s back.” He cried. “Voldemort’s back!”
Dumbledore’s face froze, pure shock and… fear?
“It’s going to be okay, Harry.” He said.
“Please… let me go with him.” Harry begged.
Dumbledore shared looks with someone Harry could not recognise yet, his vision too blurry with his own tears.
Dumbledore sighed. “Alright.”
Harry could hug the man right there, but the thought vanished as soon as someone levitated Draco’s body in the air.
Harry stood up immediately and followed. When he got closer he held Draco’s hand, it was so cold compared to Harry’s. He couldn’t help the sob that escaped from his mouth.
I can’t loose you, Draco. Not you too…
For the next hours Harry waited for Draco to wake up. Madam Pomfrey said he would be okay, that he just needed to rest, but still. Harry couldn’t stop worrying, it was awful.
Draco looked so fragile and pale, he had bruises all over his skin and his whole body was extremely cold. His chest was going up and down, showing he was breathing, but the movement was so small Harry thought it might stop any second now.
And he had been sleeping for almost a day.
What if he never wakes up?
Harry couldn’t think of it without wanting to throw up. He couldn’t imagine his life without Draco. He couldn’t live without him.
He needed Draco.
Suddenly, he heard some coughs coming from the person in front of him. Draco.
“Draco?” He called, his voice so small and broken.
Draco opened his eyes a bit. “Harry?” His voice hoarse.
Harry wanted to cry at the sound of Draco’s voice, he thought he wasn’t going to hear that voice ever again. That voice he loved so much.
So, he cried.
“Are you okay?” Draco asked. “Why are you crying?”
Harry sniffed. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you are not. You were tortured Draco, they nearly killed you. I- It was so scary…” Harry’s voice broke. “I thought you were dead.” And he sobbed again.
“I’m sorr—”
“Don’t you dare apologise for what happened to you. It’s not your fault.”
Draco nodded. “Please stop crying.”
Harry only cried harder at this. “I’m sorry, I- I can’t s-stop.”
Draco looked at him fondly. “Come here.”
Harry sniffed. “What?”
“Come here.” Draco pointed at his bed.
“Y-you sure?”
Draco nodded.
At this, Harry sobbed and cuddled himself in Draco’s bed. Draco wrapped his arms around him and Harry melted.
Merlin he had missed this so much.
None of them talked for a while, just enjoying the silence. Harry thought Draco must’ve fallen asleep.
“Harry?” Draco asked suddenly.
“Yes?”
“What you said, before the maze… I- I feel the same.” He whispered.
Harry turned on his side to look at Draco. He frowned. “What?”
Draco flushed and looked down. “I- I love you too.”
WHAT?
“Y-you… what?”
Draco flushed deeper. “I know this might be weird, but I love you too, Harry. I was just afraid of admitting it. But it’s the truth. I love you, so much.”
Harry’s jaw dropped so much a fly could easily fall in it. “Really?”
Draco nodded sheepishly.
“But— like, umm… as a friend? Or- brother?”
Draco chuckled. “All of them, Harry. I love you in every possible way.”
Harry’s heart was beating faster and he just realised how close they were. So close their noses were almost touching.
“But what about…” what I did? What I told William?
Harry wanted to say, but Draco seemed to understand what he was talking about.
“It’s okay, Harry. I forgive you.”
“I don’t deserve it…”
“You do. We all make mistakes sometimes.”
“But—”
“Listen to me, Harry. I forgive you.” He said firmly. “I forgive you. I’ve been so mad at you, and I realised it’s not worth it. It’s only making me miserable because I miss you so much, so I won’t let a stupid mistake separate us. Not anymore.”
A warm feeling blossomed in Harry’s chest. God, he loved Draco more than anything.
What did I do to deserve you?
“Can I?” Harry asked, unable to wait anymore.
“Yes.” Draco said without hesitation. Understanding Harry’s desire.
He closed the distance between them. First, their lips met so gently, so soft, as if they were just discovering each other. But after a few seconds Harry deepened the kiss, wanting more. And Draco let him.
They shared kisses until they had to pull off for air.
“I love you…” Draco whispered.
“I love you more…” Harry said breathlessly.
“Well, that’s up to debate.” Draco chuckled.
“Shut up.” Harry giggled.
And he kissed him again.
-THE END-