Goodnight Sweet Girl

Eleven: Weasley's Heartbreak

Gray eyes slowly fluttered open, and a tired sated groan hummed musically from Draco's throat. He felt a bit sore, but oddly at peace, and then as the cloud of unconsciousness slowly drifted away he felt a pair of strong arms around him, pulling him tighter against a hard smooth chest, and his legs were tangled with another's. Draco's breath caught, as the night came back to him. He turned his head slowly and realized that Harry's bare chest was serving as his pillow. He then looked down and noticed that at least the sheets and blankets were pulled up around them to cover them.

Panic shot through Draco like icewater in his veins. What had he done and with Harry? Oh gods, and had Blaise really shown up in Gryffindor tower? Had last night been real? It had all seemed a dream, but Harry was real and Harry was in his bed. Draco was lost in his own thoughts and didn't noticed Harry was awake until the dark haired boy gave a yawn, and his arms left Draco's body as he stretched.

He looked up at Harry as he noticed the boy's body shudder with another long stretch. Then Harry's arms were around him again, and the panic and fear ebbed away, and Harry's soft lips pressed briefly against his forehead.

"Good morning," the dark haired boy said, and then his eyes widened, as he seemed to remember that Draco had a roommate, and that roommate was his best friend. "You don't think..."

Draco smirked, catching the meaning of what Harry was saying as the dark haired boy glanced toward the other four-poster. Draco followed his gaze and noticed that the bed didn't look like it had been slept in.

"Oh, but I do," Draco said, and then chuckled. "And it looks as though she found somewhere else to spend the night. So what do you say to a shower before we face it all?"

Harry leaned down and captured Draco's lips in a kiss. Draco drew back and made a face. "Ugh, Potter, as desirable as you are, your morning breath is horrendous."

Harry rolled his eyes, and then said, "A shower sounds good, but what are we going to do about my clothes? I'll need some fresh things."

"Shower first, thinking later. Besides I can always sneak over to your dorm, after showering, to get you some fresh clothes while you stay in the bathroom with a towel about your waist looking rather delectable while patiently awaiting my return in hopes of ravishing me yet again," Draco suggested.

"Arrogant aren't we?"

"I have a right to be though, don't I? I have the love of the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm sure there will be a line of enraged females ready to tear my eyes out for accomplishing so much," Draco said in a teasing matter of fact tone.

Harry shook his head, got out of the bed, gathered Draco, sheet and all into his arms and made a mad dash to the bathroom, before setting Draco back down on his feet. Draco looked up at him curiously.

"What?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair. "Hermione might need something and it would be awkward if she saw us in bed together."

Draco snorted. "Considering how she didn't sleep in her bed last night I would assume that she has already stumbled across us in bed together..." Draco trailed as his eyes lowered and gave Harry a full glance over, before he continued. "Harry, have you ever considered posing...nude?"

Harry's face burned scarlet.

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Hermione groaned and turned fitfully only to land in a heap of blankets on the floor of the Gryffindor common room. She concluded that not only was the sofa an uncomfortable place to sleep, it was also hazardous in the event that the occupant rolled over and off of it. Hermione sat up and rubbed her temples with her hand. She let out a sigh, glad that the day was a Saturday. A day free from classes, and then she thought back to the night before. Blaise Zabini entering Gryffindor tower to confront 'Diana' and ultimately ending up revealing Draco Malfoy, and then later how she'd gone to her room expecting to go to sleep only to find Harry and Draco in the middle of what could prove to be an awkward conversation in the making.

Hermione blushed and then shook her head to clear it. When had everything become such a mess?

She was massaging her temples and mulling over the situation when she heard a familiar yawn and then her name. "Hermione?"

She looked up to see the rumpled appearance of Ron Weasley. He scratched the back of his head and looked down at her curiously. "Say what are you doing down here, and have you seen Harry? He never came to bed last night."

Hermione blushed faintly and tried to say something, but her mouth opened with no sounds to accompany. Ron's eyes widened in realization. He fell back on the sofa, his head in hands and groaned. "You slept down here didn't you?"

"Yes," Hermione finally managed. "I thought it would be rather awkward to interrupt, and to be honest I doubt if I could have slept with all the noise. I'm glad I put a silencing charm on that room."

Ron made a pained face. "Oh, bloody hell! I did not need to hear that..." Ron paused and then his head shot up as last night came back in full stride. "Dammit! What is Harry thinking? Everyone is going to be talking about what happened last night, so soon the whole school is going to know that 'Diana Marlowe' is Draco Malfoy, and oh gods! Harry didn't, did he?"

He was looking at Hermione for reassurance, but for once she couldn't give him that, so instead she moved up to the couch to sit beside her friend and then she wrapped her arms around him.

"Ron, we both knew this was coming. There is too much between those two, too many things left unsaid and unformed, for it not to have come to this. Malfoy loves him, whether that git will admit it or not, and it's obvious how Harry feels..." Hermione trailed. "Oh, no!" Her hand flew up to her mouth and her eyes widened in horror.

Ron caught her look. "Harry's not that thick! And it's Malfoy!"

"And Malfoy is very fertile you twat! It's possible, and by what I saw last night they had thrown caution to the wind!"

Ron shook his head and let it fall back into his hands. Not only was he worried about his younger sister becoming a mummy, now he had to worry about his best friend and their former arch pain in the arse nemesis becoming parents. Things were beginning to become too much.

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Draco dropped the sheet as Harry got the shower going. Harry was about to step into the shower when he noticed the stains on the sheet, particularly the red one. Draco noticed the direction of the boy's focus and flushed faintly. Harry took the delicate hand in his and pulled Draco into the shower with him. Draco moaned as the warm water hit his body, and then he felt Harry's hands moving up and down his back, slick with water and soap.

The blonde moaned again and then turned around to face Harry. "You are a bad influence, do you know that?"

Harry looked down at the feminine form of his lover in confusion. "What?"

The blond had that look of long suffering adorning his features. "I was a born again virgin and the great Harry Potter comes around and seduces me in one fell swoop! You should have been a Slytherin with your sneakiness!"

Harry rolled his eyes and then noticed Draco wince and lightly stroke his abdomen. Concern quickly washed over the features of the dark haired boy. "Last night... I didn't hurt you did I? I mean you said yes and something broke in me. I don't know what came over me..."

The blond looked up, both eyebrows raised in surprise. "No, it was...amazing. If I'd known that girls' bodies could feel such a multitude of pleasure I might have become one sooner. I never thought girls could be so sensitive to touch. But I only want your touch... I was right about your hands Harry. Rough, but oh so gentle," he said and then took Harry's hand and rubbed his cheek against the palm. "Of course you were right."

"Hmmm?" Harry moaned, with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of Draco's smooth cheek against his palm, and trying to fight off his growing arousal, but that, he soon found out, was a losing battle.

"You said it would hurt, and it did. I was drowning, but you were there, holding me, whispering your love in my ear. You broke down my walls Harry, and I thought that would break me. You opened up my heart, and that hurts, because I can bleed again. But you also made it better. You touched me, held me, were patient, and you did try to hold back," Draco spoke softly, that gentle elemental voice music to Harry's ears. "Thank you."

With that Draco leaned up on his toes and pressed his lips against Harry's, the water hitting them and flowing down their bodies, and Draco opened his mouth, morning breath be damned. And when they parted Draco noticed Harry's rising situation with a smirk.

"I don't think the word stamina even begins to describe you," Draco said as his hand drifted down.

Harry blushed at the comment and tried to come up with an explaination, but Draco shook his head. "Don't ruin this with explainationations, Potter. Have you any idea how often I used to think of you when I was in the shower? Albeit certain things have changed, but here you are."

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Madame Pomfrey looked in on her latest patient, Blaise Zabini. The boy had been brought in by Mr. Potter and 'Miss Marlowe'. Considering that it was rather late she'd decided to let the boy stay the night in the hospital wing. She assessed his wounds, a broken nose and more than a few bruises. She had administered a bone mending potion for the nose, a pain relieving potion for the other injuries, and a dreamless sleep potion.

The effects of the last potion were beginning to wear off as the dark haired Slytherin groaned and sat up slightly. He clutched his head as though he were hungover, a slight side effect of the dreamless sleep potion and then he called out a name, a name that sent a chill through the mediwitch.

"Draco?"

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Ron was about to go into another rant when a door open and shut above them. Both he and Hermione looked up to see Draco dressed in black trousers and a blood red sweater. There was obviously something different about the blonde, an almost content glow. Ron's eyes widened as his stomach churned.

"Good morning Hermione. Sorry about last night..." Draco looked down with a small smile and then scowled upon seeing Ron. "And Ron, I thought you could sleep through anything. Well, never mind. Nothing is ruining this day for me. Would you care to show me Harry's trunk? He needs a change of clothes and I'm more than certain that he's a bit chilled after I left him in the bathroom with only a towel about his very trim waist."

Ron's mouth fell open, as he gazed at the beautiful blonde girl that contained the soul of his rival. Hermione pushed his chin up until his mouth was closed and shot him a 'be nice or else' look. Ron gave a terse nod and walked up the stairs, every step punctuated by his anger and shock. He chanced to look at Draco again and balled up his fists. Sure the bloody ferret made an amazingly beautiful girl, but how could Harry love a Malfoy, not just any Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy? Sure Malfoy wasn't all bad, but inside that body it was still Malfoy!

Draco quirked an eyebrow at Ron's show of an inner tantrum. Obviously Weasley was not taking this new development well. Draco sighed, wondering how he could ever get the approval of the redhead, because without Weasley's approval things could get decidedly more complicated with Harry in the days to come.

"Weasley... Uh, Ron, look, I..." Draco began, but was cut off immediately as Ron spun around to face him.

Ron's fists were clenched at his side and he spoke in a harsh even tone. "Look Malfoy, whatever you've got to say, save it. What Harry does is his business despite how awful I might think it is. There is something between the two of you, and that is painfully obvious. I think Harry has gone nutters for even entertaining giving you a chance after that day in the carriage, but he did, and he's even more nutters for continuing anything with you, especially after last night. And I don't even want to begin to think about what the two of you did last night, or how the school is going to tear him apart once they all know the truth about you. So just leave off for now! You've gone and ruined my best mate, and you can still smirk about it."

The silver in Draco's eyes swirled in his anger and sent a chill up Ron's spine. The lovely elemental voice took on the vehemence of a raging glacier as the blonde spoke, "I don't bloody well give a damn about what the school says, thinks, or does. All I care about is Harry, and that is why I was seeking your sodden approval in the first place. Obviously, he thinks more highly of you than you bloody well deserve! And just so you know this! I never thought I was worthy of Harry, but somehow after everything we have gotten together, even after I tried to push him away, and on more than one occasion! This is going to be hard enough on him without you giving him grief over me! I would be more than willing to let him go if it meant he would get out of this unscathed, but he won't let me, and I'm not that strong! So go to bloody hell for all I care, but for now let me get some clothes for him and then I'll be on my way. And another thing Weasley! These past months with you and Hermione and Harry showed me what friendship was. There were no lies, no deceit, no worrying about blackmail and making enemies. How can you throw that away so easily?"

Ron's cheeks grew red, not knowing how to respond to what Malfoy had just told him. He turned back to the door he'd stopped in front of, the door to the dorm he shared with Harry, Neville, Dean, and Seamus, but before he opened it Malfoy said something else.

"I never wanted to ruin him. I just wanted him to choose me, but it was you he took up for and you he befriended. He chose you over me once. Don't make him do that again. After all that has happened I don't know if I could survive that. Not after learning what I could have with him. I know you hate me, you have even more reason what with my father and all, but..." Draco was cut off then.

"What about your father?" Ron asked suspiciously.

Draco tilted his head and then looked down at the floor, unsure if his reflection, his "guide" had been telling the truth. "Your sister, she is with child, correct?"

Ron gave a rigid nod and Draco continued, "I do believe the child she carries is my sibling."

Ron grabbed Draco by the throat and threw the blonde against the door. "What? Are you saying that your father! Oh, gods! What did your bastard father do to my sister?!"

"The same thing he did to my mother!" Draco spat despite the firm hand Weasley had on his throat.

Then the doorknob rattled, and the two of them fell into the seventh year boy's dormitory. Ron landed on Draco, and Draco let out an 'oof' as a wide eyed Neville looked down at the two of them. Ron was caught unawares as Draco shoved him off, and then scrambled to his feet. Neville wasn't the only one watching the show by this time. Both Dean and Seamus were up and watching as well, as Ron glared up at the beautiful girl that had been revealed as Draco Malfoy.

As Ron began to stand up Draco drew his wand and pointed it at the redhead. "Look, I know we've not gotten along until that little truce after the holidays, but I am warning you Weasley, grab me like that again and they will be calling you weasel with good cause. I have nothing to do with my father's affairs, I never have. Now leave off and tell me which trunk is Harry's."

Ron was shaking with anger so Seamus took it upon himself to speak up. "Aye, is it true? You're Draco Malfoy? But it can't be! You're, well look at you!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Long bloody story, now will someone point out Harry's trunk?!"

Neville pointed a shaky hand toward Harry's trunk, but then Dean stepped in front of the trunk and looked at the blonde girl skeptically. "Why do you want to go into his trunk? And where has he been all night? He never came to bed last night."

"That is none of your concern," Draco hissed.

"He was with you, wasn't he?" Dean asked and gave a snort.

"Just get out of my bloody way," Draco snapped and pushed past Dean, but Dean held his ground.

"Why should I you pouf?" the dark boy asked.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "You don't know what you're saying you thick headed Gryffindor, now move aside."

"Who was that, Zabini? You had a thing with Zabini?" Dean said with a shake of his head. "You're not fit enough to be in the same room with Harry. You should be removed from this house, and this school. Look at all the trouble you've caused, and the damage you could cause to Harry. They should break your wand. What kind of dark magic did you have to do to become this to humiliate him? And how did you fake your death."

Draco's wand lifted to point at Dean Thomas. Dean looked at the wand with wide eyes. "Going to hex me are you, Malfoy? Still got a set don't you?"

But before Draco could say a thing, Hermione's voice rang in the air. "What is going on here? Ron, were you trying to strangle him, and Dean? Someone better say something soon! Draco put that wand down."

"Why should I?" Draco sneered.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because Harry wouldn't approve of this and you do not want to get into any trouble. Where would you go if you got expelled? You know Snape lives on the grounds, and if you got expelled I doubt you would be allowed to stay since your father is one of the twelve governors of this school, although how he got reappointed is beyond me."

Draco dropped his wand hand and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "You know it's only a matter of time before he comes for me. I wonder why that never bothered me before. Weasley, you're lucky your sister isn't here. If my father knew..."

"Don't say a word about my sister!" Ron's voice shook with anger.

"Fair enough," Draco said, and then he gave Dean a hard shove, pulled open Harry's trunk and began to go through it.

His eyes widened in distaste as he pulled out the oversized clothes and clucked in disaproval. Finally he pulled out a pair of jeans four sizes too big for Harry that were ripped at the knees and a sweater that had an 'H' on it, but the sweater was the right size, and was a Christmas gift Harry had received from the Weasleys, one of Molly Weasley's knitted wonders. Draco also grabbed a pair of boxers and then quickly stalked out of the room. Hermione who'd watched everything from the doorway followed Draco back to their room. Draco muttered the password and walked in followed by Hermione who stopped abruptly once the door had shut behind her.

Harry was sitting on the edge of Draco's four-poster in nothing but a fluffy white towel, with the Hogwarts' crest on the edge of it, wrapped about his waist. Hermione's mouth fell open. Harry's eyes widened behind his glasses and his entire body flushed red.

"Bloody hell! Hermione, I didn't know you would... I'm so sorry! Bugger!" He said and made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Draco chuckled as he followed Harry to the bathroom and gave a knock on the door. Harry opened the door and took the clothes Draco handed him and gave a grunt as Draco said, "You know Harry, this wardrobe is a disgrace. You're a wizard and have been a student at this most wondrous establishment for the past seven years. Have you ever given any thought to transfiguring your clothing so that it would at least fit?"

Despite the blush of embarassment that currently colored her cheeks, Hermione found herself laughing at what Draco had just said. He certainly had a point.

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Ron remained on the floor in the dorm room, unsure of what to say or do. Was Malfoy telling the truth? Had his father really done that to Ginny? Ron's head fell into his hands as his body gave way to grief with shudders and loud mournful sobs. Had Lucius Malfoy really torn away the innocence of his little sister?

How could he make it better, easier on her? She was going to have such a hard life ahead of her as a single mother, but the mother of a Malfoy? How would she be able to move on from there? Ron nearly jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and met the soft gaze of Neville Longbottom.

Ron wiped his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand as Neville asked. "What is it?"

Ron could only managed one word, a name. "Ginny."

The sound that followed that one uttered word was a sound that only Ron could hear. It was a crystaline shattering, a sickening crunch, the final crunching squeeze that was his heart breaking...