Harry was on one of his late night walks and was just about to pass the trophy room. Just as he stepped inside, a blow landed on the side of his face. He staggered back.
"Dammit Malfoy, tonight? Really?"
"What's the matter Potter? In one of your moods tonight? Too fucking bad."
Harry groaned. Draco tackled him to the ground and jabbed an elbow into Harry's ribs. Harry grunted, but didn't retaliate. Draco frowned. He wanted Harry to fight back. This was how their relationship worked. Draco needed to mark and claim Harry, but at the same time, he needed the rough play. And Harry was able to give him both. Usually.
"What's wrong with you tonight?"
"You said it yourself, not in the mood."
Draco growled, "Then I suggest you get in the mood."
Harry growled back, "Fuck off Malfoy, I'm going to bed." Harry gave Draco a shove, and stood up. He began walking out of the room, leaving Draco standing there slack-jawed and confused. Harry had never rejected him so forcefully before. Harry had also never been able to resist him for so long. Finally, Draco ran after him.
"Potter, we're not finished."
"Oh yes we are Malfoy. I told you, I'm going to bed."
"Dammit Potter, at least tell me what the fuck is wrong."
"Why the fuck would you care, now let me go to bed. I'm tired."
Draco halted. How could Potter think he didn't care? Harry sighed, stopped, and turned around.
"I just need to be alone right now Draco, ok? I'll see you tomorrow."
Draco ground his teeth together, he would not allow Harry to hide from him, or shun his feelings.
"No, I will not allow you to hide from me."
"Who said I was hiding you prick?"
"I did, are you hard of hearing now too Potter?"
Harry stopped, and Draco saw him clench his fists. Good. Draco wanted him to fight back, he could almost see the turmoil rolling around beneath his skin, and he knew that if he could see Harry's eyes, they would be dark and dangerous.
"Fine Potter, be a pussy if you want."
Draco turned away, and smiled when he heard footsteps behind him. He only had a split second before Harry tackled him to the ground. Once they had both crashed to the ground, Harry flipped Draco over, sat on his chest, and put his hand on Draco's throat. Draco tried not to smile, but he couldn't help himself.
"Are you fucking happy now Malfoy? You are such a fucking prat. All I fucking want is to be left alone for one night, and you can't even do that for me, can you?"
"No I can't. Not when you're so blatantly hurting. And you're being a selfish prat by not trusting me to help."
"I'm being selfish? How do you get that I'm the one being selfish when you're the one who won't leave me alone?"
Draco reached up and laid a hand against Harry's cheek. "You know that if I were the one in the bad mood, you would be doing the exact same thing I'm doing now. Harry, let me take care of you."
Draco could see Harry's resolve cracking. He continued to run his thumb over Harry's cheek, and he could gradually feel Harry's hand around his throat loosening. So very slowly Draco brought his leg up alongside Harry's thigh and surged up, flipping Harry onto his back and coming up over him.
Harry went easily and lay on his back, closing his eyes.
"Harry, please talk to me."
Harry turned his cheek into Draco's palm, breathing deeply before he opened his eyes.
"We need to get out of the hallway."
Draco sighed, but got off of Harry, and reached down to pull Harry to his feet. Harry allowed himself to be pulled up, but wouldn't touch Draco. Instead of forcing himself on Harry, he led him to the Room of Requirement. Inside was a lit fireplace and a large couch. Staying silent, Harry went over and lay on the couch. Draco slowly made his way over to the couch and sat down next to Harry's head. Surprising Draco, Harry shifted until his head lay in Draco's lap. When Harry finally spoke, his voice sounded very small.
"I didn't want to tell you because you're going to be upset."
"Just tell me. I won't be upset with you."
Harry's hand was resting on Draco's thigh, and Draco felt it clench.
"Well, Hermione has known for a while that I'm gay, and she has never had a problem with it, but she kept telling me that I needed to tell Ron."
Draco threaded his fingers through Harry's hair, gently rubbing his scalp. Harry went on.
"So earlier this evening she finally convinced me to tell Ron, so I-I did."
Here Harry stopped, and Draco had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Tell me what he said Harry."
Harry took a deep shuddering breath. "Well at first I think he thought I was joking, but when he realized I was serious, he more or less flew off the handle."
Draco struggled to keep his hands from fisting in Harry's hair.
"He started screaming, calling me sick and panicking. Then he asked me if I had ever been with a guy, and when I told him yes, then he really lost it. He kept going on about some potion that 'fixed' people like me. I tried to grab his arm so I could talk to him, but he screamed at me not to touch him because he didn't want to get sick too. Finally I realized that he wasn't going to listen to me, so I just left him there, ranting."
Draco could feel Harry shaking on his lap. Draco decided that before he could talk to Harry, he needed to be in a better position, but when he tried to stand up, Harry's fingers tightened on his slacks.
"Let me go, I promise I'm not going anywhere."
Harry reluctantly let Draco go and lifted up his head. Draco stood up and bent over Harry's form and lightly pushed him over. Harry allowed Draco to move him around and Draco lay down next to him. Draco propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at Harry. Harry was avoiding his eyes, but Draco knew that wouldn't last long. He gently took Harry's chin in his hand and turned his head towards Draco. When Harry finally met his eyes, Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead.
"I know how hard it was for you to tell him that, and I know how it feels to have your worst fears come true. Unfortunately, there is nothing you can do to change his mind. People like that are never able to get past their first initial reaction."
"It's just, he was my best friend. When I had thought what his reaction was going to be, I hadn't expected him to understand, but I also wasn't expecting…whatever that was."
Draco hated seeing that look in Harry's eyes, but he knew that only time would be able to help Harry now.
"Are you upset?"
Harry's voice sounded so small that Draco wanted to go beat Weasley.
"Yes, but not with you dear. I'm upset that he upset you, and I'm upset that you've lost your friend."
That was partly a lie. Draco was pissed as hell at that stupid Weasel. He never had liked him. But looking down at Harry, Draco knew that hurting Ron would not help Harry's mind-set.
Draco shifted again so he was lying on his back, and Harry was lying on Draco's body. Draco half expected Harry to pull away, so he was pleasantly surprised when Harry moved down so his face was pressed against Draco's neck, his hands lightly draped over Draco's shoulders, and his legs twined with Draco's spread ones. Draco laced his fingers together on the small of Harry's back, lightly stroking the softness of Harry's sweater with his thumbs.
"How- what happened when you came out?"
Draco stopped his hands for a moment, but soon resumed.
"Well, Pansy had known, she claimed it was obvious. Zabini took it fairly well, he was kind of freaked out, but he told me that whatever I liked, boys or girls, he was fine with it. My mother said she had also known. Something about it being a mother's intuition."
Draco could feel Harry pressing his face closer to his neck, and Draco began running his hands up and down Harry's back.
"Something else of bothering you, I can feel it in your back. It's tensing all your muscles."
Harry shook his head. "It's nothing."
Draco dug his fingers into one of the tenser muscles on Harry's back, causing the boy to gasp and fight to get away.
"Tell me Harry."
"Ok, ok, just stop, please."
Draco took his fingers away and instead moved them to the skin of Harry's back under his sweater. Harry let out a breath he'd been holding and slumped down on Draco's chest.
"You're not going to like this next bit. But I'm just a little worried about how the rest of the Weasley's are going to react. I know Ron is going to tell them. I'm just afraid that I've opened a can of worms, and a huge shit storm is about to ensue."
"Sadly, Harry, there is nothing you can do about that now. And all I'm going to say is, don't back down. Don't let them talk down to you."
Harry nodded. The he sighed. "I really should be getting back. I'm sure Hermione is wanting to talk to me."
Draco had a thought. "Or…you could come back to my room. To sleep, I promise."
Harry smiled. "Thanks, but I should just go back tonight, and get this over with."
Draco understood, but he didn't like it. Both of them lay there for a while longer, enjoying the feel of each other. When they finally did get up, Draco pulled Harry in for a long, soul-full kiss.
"If you need me, you know where to find me."
Harry smiled at Draco. "I know. Now go, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."
They shared another kiss and parted ways.
Harry was right. When he got back to the Gryffindor tower, Hermione was in a chair before the fire, fast asleep. Harry walked over and gently shook her shoulder.
"'Mione, come on go to bed."
Hermione's eyes flew open, and when she saw Harry standing in front of her, she jumped up.
"Harry! Of Merlin, I am so sorry. If I had known how he was going to react, I wouldn't have let you do it alone."
Harry shushed Hermione. "Calm down. None of this was your fault; unfortunately I don't think anything would have changed the outcome. Now, go to bed. It's very late, and there is nothing we can do tonight that will be any less effective in the morning."
She opened her mouth like she was going to argue, but then she closed it. As she turned away, she said, "I'm surprised you even came back. I would have thought Malfoy would let you spend the night with him tonight."
Harry's mouth fell open. "H-how did you know? I never told you I was seeing anybody."
Hermione smiled. "I know everything Harry."
Harry let out a humorless laugh. "Well, he tried to get me to stay with him tonight, but I told him that tonight I needed to come take care of you."
Hermione snorted. "Hardly, now I'm going to bed."
Harry nodded and kissed her on the cheek. After she had walked up the stairs, Harry settled into the chair before the fire, not wanting to go up to his bed where there he was sure to be a fight waiting for him. After staring into the fire for a while, Harry decided he would need some sleep before the sun came up, s he moved to the couch, toed off his shoes, and settled down for the night.
Draco hadn't gone back to his room in the dungeons, instead he continued walking around, trying to quell the urge to go and throttle Weasel for being such a prick. When Draco finally looked up, he found his feet had carried him to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Well, since he was here, he might as well go check on his boyfriend. It didn't take too much coaxing to get the portrait to swing open. Draco quietly crept into the Gryffindor common room. He was about to go up the stairs when he heard a noise coming from the couch over by the fire. Creeping over quietly, he first saw the unruly black hair and frowned. Why was Harry sleeping on the couch when he had a perfectly good bed upstairs, or even downstairs, in Draco's bed?
Just as Draco was about to wake him, he heard a voice behind him.
"Wait, don't wake him up yet."
Draco spun around, finding Hermione Granger standing behind him at the foot of the stairs. His stomach jumped to his throat.
"Granger," he croaked. "I wasn't going to hurt him, I swear, I was just…"
He stopped when she held up a hand.
"I know. I know about it all. I just came down to see if Harry had gone up to bed, but I should have known better."
Draco didn't say anything, but Hermione walked towards him.
"He really cares for you Draco. And I know you feel the same about him. Don't hurt him. He can't take anymore hurt in his life. After the war, for a while, I thought we were going to lose him; he was so quiet, he didn't eat. And then you two got together, and he was so much better. So that is why, if you hurt him, I will hex you to hell and back."
Draco smiled slightly, and looked down at the sleeping boy.
"Granger, I have no intention of hurting him, or leaving him. He saved me just as much as I saved him. I will tell you this though; if you don't get Weasel off his back, I will have to hurt him."
Hermione smiled, "Don't worry; Ronald and I are going to be having a very unpleasant conversation tomorrow. Now, please take Harry with you down to your room. There's no class tomorrow, and I want him to sleep for a while."
Draco nodded. Hermione turned to go back up the stairs but Draco stopped her.
"Before you go, I just wanted to say thanks. For keeping an eye on him."
Hermione gave him a wry smile. "I always have with these two. But for Harry, I'll do anything."
She smiled and walked back up the stairs. Draco knelt down beside the couch, running his fingers through Harry's hair. "Harry, wake up dear."
Harry's eyes fluttered open slowly. "Draco, what are you doing here? What's wrong?"
Harry tried to sit up quickly, but Draco held him down.
"Calm down, nothing is wrong. I am, however, here to take you to bed."
Harry groaned. "Draco, we're only going to fight, and I don't want to deal with that now. I'm exhausted."
Draco smiled. "I meant my bed. Come on."
Harry started shaking his head, but Draco stopped him.
"Come on, Granger and I just had a talk, and she told me to take you to my room and make you sleep in tomorrow. Come on, if you're nice, I'll even help you walk."
Harry smiled. "I think you're going to have to anyways, I'm so tired, I don't think I can stand."
Draco smiled indulgently and leaned down. He gently pulled Harry up and slipped his arms around his waist, pulling him up. Harry leaned heavily against Draco, but they managed to start walking towards the portrait hole. However, before they had made it more than ten steps, a loud voice stopped them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Malfoy?"
Harry groaned. "This is what I was afraid of." Harry stood up straight and turned around.
"Piss off Ron."
"Where do you think you're going? You look like shit. Did Malfoy do that to you?"
Draco sat back and watched Harry get pissed.
"No, Ronald, Draco didn't do anything to me. In fact, you are the reason I look like shit."
Ron stood there, gaping. "Did he make you drink some potion Harry?"
"For fucks sake Ron. First, stop yelling. You're going to wake up the whole house. Second, I am going with Draco on my own. He's my boyfriend after all."
Draco looked up, surprised. He hadn't expected that. Apparently, neither had Ron.
"Harry, no he's not, you're just confused."
Before Harry could say anything, Draco stepped up.
"Look, Weasel. I think you've caused enough harm for one night. Your girlfriend is going to have a fairly unpleasant conversation with you in the morning; I wouldn't want to spoil her fun."
Ron turned red around the ears. "Shut your trap, you git."
Now Harry was red. "Don't call him that Ron. Go to bed so I can do the same."
"Harry, are you seriously choosing this prat over me?"
"I said don't call him that Ron." Harry was clenching his fists at his side.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised now that you're a faggot." Ron had barely gotten the word out of his mouth before Harry had launched himself at Ron, getting his hands around his throat and tumbling to the ground on top of him.
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth. You don't even know what you're talking about."
Draco was so shocked at Harry's action that it took him a moment to fully process what was going on. When he finally did, he grabbed Harry's shoulders and pulled him off, positioning himself between Harry and the stunned boy on the floor.
"Harry, stop. This is not who you are. You've made your point, now let's go."
Draco kept his arms wrapped tightly around Harry, and began slowly moving them towards the door. Harry finally seemed to shake himself out of his anger-induced stupor and he shrugged Draco's arms off before walking towards the exit on his own. He stopped though when Ron spoke.
"If you walk out, Harry, don't bother coming back."
Harry turned. "Ron, you are the one who has walked out. More times than I can count. Yet, I was always able to forgive you and let you come back. Not this time. You are a judgmental prick. You can't keep me out of our room, but good job mate. I'm through being a part of your life."
Ron stared at him slack-jawed, and Harry turned to Draco.
"Ready to go, darling?" Draco nodded and started to walk out, but he stopped when Harry caught his hand. Pulling him back around, Harry caught the back of Draco's neck and pulled him down for a soul-stealing kiss. Draco smirked before responding by wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and pulling him in closer. Ron made a sound of disgust.
Harry pulled back, smiled up at Draco, and they walked out the portrait hole together.