Tale As Old As Time

Tale as old as time

Chapter One

"Be ready, Draco'll come soon!" Harry Potter shouted to his best friend Ron Weasley.

It was his birthday, two years after they had graduated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After his defeat over Voldemort in his 5^th year, he had finally discovered his love for his former arch-rival and enemy Draco Malfoy.

Harry now settled in a flat in Muggle-London, not far away from his best friends Ron and Hermione, who had married after their graduation.

Draco lived two streets further, since he had refused to live in Malfoy Manor although his father had died in the war against Voldemort.

He often visited his mother, who hadn't been very sad about Lucius' death and now had a younger lover and enjoyed her life after her brutal marriage with Draco's Dad.

"What?" said Ron to Harry. "Why is he coming?"

"Because he is my boyfriend and I love him, if you don't mind!" said Harry to his now angry friend.

"But I do!" Ron said loudly, making Harry turn around to face him.

"What?"

"You know I don't like him. Why did you invite him?" asked the red-haired man furiously.

"Because it's my birthday and I wanted all the people I love most around. That's the reason. And if you don't like it that way, you better go!" shouted Harry, a little louder than he wanted to.

"Fine!" snapped Ron. "I'm going! I know when I'm unwanted!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Ron turned round and went straight to the door.

"Ron, wait!" Harry called after him.

"I didn't mean it, come back!" he said softly.

"But I do! And I'm sick and tired of it!" Ron spat. "Draco here, Draco there, Draco everywhere! Go and fuck your little perfect boyfriend. But don't crawl back to me, when he leaves you! God, you make me sick!" he hissed, still heading towards the door.

As soon as he stepped out, Ron slammed the door so hard that his best friend's glass picture frame fell of the wall and shattered into pieces.

Harry stared at the door, not believing what he had just saw and heard.

He sunk down to the floor and a single tear ran down his cheek.

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"Harry, Baby, I'm at home!" Draco shouted when he came in. "Happy Birthday!"

He felt surprised and a little uneasy when nobody answered him.

Draco went into the kitchen. "Harry? Where are you?" he called, with a little worry in his voice.

"Harry, that's not funny! Where are you?"

He went through the whole flat but didn't find him.

"HARRY!" he called again, this time a lot louder.

Still no answer.

Stricken with a lot more worry, Draco thought of calling the police, when he heard the door open. "Harry?"

He ran towards the bedroom and saw that the bathroom door was a bit open.

The blond man went in and saw Harry sitting in a corner, shaking. He was obviously crying.

Draco went towards him and sat down next to him. He pulled the man near, hugging him tightly.

Suddenly, Harry broke down and cried in Draco's chest, sobbing non-coherent sentences. All Draco could make out of them was the word Ron.

Draco slowly stroked Harry's hair. "Hush, love. Everything's going to be alright. "

Slowly, Harry calmed down and only minute tears trailed down his cheeks. Draco rocked Harry back and forth until he stopped crying.

He kissed the remaining tears off his lover's cheeks.

"What happened, love?" he whispered.

"I... uhm... nothing!" Harry said silently, feeling so safe in Draco's arms.

"If there was nothing, why were you crying like mad?" Draco smiled and looked in Harry's eyes.

But his smile faded away* when he saw that Harry wasn't smiling back.

He stroked the hair out of his boyfriend's face and kissed his forehead.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, love," he whispered, kissing Harry softly on the lips.

"You better go to bed now, Harry," Draco said.

"C'mon love, stand up!" the blond man said again, but Harry had already fallen asleep.