Always Loving You

Chapter Two

Draco Malfoy stood in the rain. His face was paler than ten years ago. His eyes were tired and lost was the spark which could have been seen there years ago. He stared blankly toward a familiar castle he saw now for the first time after his disappearance. The castle was now abandoned, it had been for nine years.

He stepped inside through the front doors. The place was a mess. Everything was rotten and wet. He made his way up towards the Gryffindor Tower. There was no painting to cover the entrance. The common room was luckily dry.

He set a fire to the fireplace, drying his clothes before sitting down on a decrepit armchair. He took a picture out of his inside breast pocket and looked the young boy in the moving image. The boy was waiving and smiling happily while hugging a blond boy next to him.

Draco had looked this picture of him and Harry every time he had been lonely, which was pretty often. He wondered what Harry had been doing for the past ten years. Of course he knew that Harry had been fighting with Voldemort until last week he had defeated the Dark Lord. He wondered if Harry had found another lover or was he still thinking about him like he had been doing.

Draco took a second picture from his pocket. This photo he had taken in secret. He didn't know how he had succeeded but the Dark Lord never knew about it. There was a little girl with blond hair in the picture. She had his father's eyes. Every time she had looked at him he was reminded how Harry had believed him to be a Death Eater. He had never accepted the Mark.

He knew he was going to meet Harry soon because Harry knew that he was free again. What is Harry had forgotten him? If that was the case then his life had been in vain. Maybe not completely because of Hannah, his daughter. He had left Hannah to Severus.

"Could you watch Hannah while I'm gone," he said, fastening his travelling cloak up.

"When are you coming back?" Severus asked.

"After I've taken care of some things," he said, disappearing through the door.

He had to speak with Harry. He couldn't go on before he had settled things with him. After that he would be able to leave the country Hannah. They would go to South France where his mother had relatives. His uncle lived there and he had already made all the arrangements. All he had to do was to meet Harry.

He had duelled with Harry many times. Although, he wasn't officially a Death Eater he had been fighting for Voldemort. He didn't support him but he had no choice. After Hannah's birth Voldemort had threaten to kill her. Hannah was the light of his life. Without her he would have killed himself a long time ago.

He rose from the armchair and walked the stairs up to the dorms. He went inside the only dorm he knew. He walked further in and paused next to a bed that had belonged to Harry. The dorm hadn't aged much besides now there was a thick layer of dust everywhere.

He sat down on the bed, knowing Harry had been the last person who had slept in it. He remembered how they had been caught once by Ron. Luckily they had had still their trousers on.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Ron shouted, yanking the curtains open and founding Harry and Draco in a very suspicious position on the bed.

"Oh, fucking fuck fuck!" Harry swore, getting up to yank the curtains shut.

"My eyes! My poor eyes!" Ron moaned desperately.

Draco was laughing his arse off.

Harry tried to put his shirt back on. "Oh, shut it and do something," Harry said, glaring at Draco.

Draco started to suck his earlobe.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Harry laughed and kissed Draco. Soon they forgot all about Ron.

"Boys! Get your arses out of bed at this minute!" Hermione had barged in the dorm, now shouting next to Harry's bed.

Harry and Draco sprang out of the bed at once. In a few seconds they were sitting on the edge of it, fully clothed, a stupid grin on both of their faces.

Hermione rolled her eyes, patting Ron's, who was in fatal position on his bed, back gently. "Don't worry, Ron. I'm sure you'll get over it eventually."

Hermione had always been there to stop them from going further than kissing. She must have done it because of the school rules which forbade sex. She always showed up when things were heating up.

He wondered if she'd had some sort of charm on Harry. Hermione, you kinky little Gryffindor, he thought as he laid down on the bed. His last thought before falling asleep was that after ten years he was finally going to meet Harry eye to eye.