Don't Leave Me

Harry sat in Care of Magical Creatures stealing looks at Draco. I can't believe it's been a year today. Harry thought to himself, but he was brought out of his reverie when he heard his name being called. "Harry? Harry? Are you ok?" Hermione asked looking concerned.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." Harry replied dazedly picking up his flobberworm and tossing it back down on a pile of lettuce. Hermione seemed to buy this answer for the moment and turned back to her worm.

Why is Harry so distracted today? I guess he's just thinking about Draco as always. That boy clouds his mind. I swear that if I didn’t know any better he was inside Harry’s mind! Hermione thought watching Harry flash Draco a smile from across the lawn. She shook her head. Harry had told her about them seeing each other about six months ago. Ron had, had a heart attack and wouldn't talk to Harry for weeks, but he had eventually come to his senses. Hermione on the other hand had congratulated him on finding something to make him happy, even though she had, had a crush on him at the time. Now she was dating Dean and had been for sometime.

When the bell sounded for lunch Harry rushed up to the Griffindor common room to drop off his books with Hermione and Ron on his heals. They had skipped breakfast that morning so that they could finish one of Professor Binns' long assignments. Harry was first into the Great Hall and sat at the end of the Griffindor table. Hermione and Ron followed and sat across from him.

As soon as he had started to eat a pretty eagle owl landed on his shoulder. "Uh oh! A love note from Malfoy." Ron said in mock disgust. He could care less what Harry and Malfoy did as long as he didn't know the details and Harry didn‘t get hurt. Harry untied it from the owl's leg and gave him a couple pieces of ham from his plate and the bird flew away. He opened the note and it said:

Mon Cher Harry,

I really need to talk to you tonight. It's important. Please meet me in the hidden room in the Astronomy tower at midnight. Till then.

Amour,
Draco

Hmm. I didn’t know he knew French. Harry thought folding the note and tucking it away inside his robes. Hermione and Ron looked at him expectantly waiting for him to tell what it had said. “You two are as bad a Parvati and Lavender.” Harry said looking at them.

“Hey come on, Har, we can’t be that bad!” Ron said casting a glance down the table at the two gossip queens who were chattering off the wall.

“Oh really? I thought you didn’t want details, Ron?” Harry said cocking a eyebrow giving his friend a quizzical look.

“Oh well, I just wanted to. . uh. . .forget it.” Ron said getting up from the table and walking out of the Great Hall.

“Well, I hope you have an. . .ahem. . .nice time.” Hermione said getting up from the table and leaving, too. No doubt for the library. Harry just sat in silence and finished eating his lunch.

Potions were last period that day. Harry waltzed into the room and took the only seat left, next to Neville. Oh, great! I know something bad is gonna happen. I know it. Damn Neville and his clumsiness! Harry thought. He didn’t have anything against the boy they could almost be called friends, but he was known for messing up in Potions.

By the end of the period: their confusion potion had gotten poured over three times and they had added too many green tree frog eyes the fourth time, setting off a tiny explosion in the cauldron. When the fifth time came around Harry instructed Neville to stir only while he put the ingredients in. They finally got it right and were dismissed. Neville expressed his apologies all the way back to the Griffindor common room. Only after Harry had told him about a hundred times it was ok, Neville finally went to do some homework.

Harry went to bed along with the other Griffindor seventh years, but lay awake waiting for midnight. He was nervous with anticipation. He had never really had much patience where Draco was involved, whether they were fighting or making love. When they were together it was like no one else mattered. The whole world could blow up and they could care less. They were perfect for each other in every way possible, nothing could break them apart. Harry, kept thinking of his love until the time came for him to leave and he crept out of Griffindor tower to find the hidden room in the Astronomy tower.

He finally arrived at the Astronomy tower and crossed the room, walking through a wall and into another room where Harry found Draco waiting for him. He smiled when he saw him, but Draco didn't smile back. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked putting his arms around Draco. He kissed Harry on the lips and then pulled out of the embrace before Harry could respond. He proceeded to pace the room while Harry watched nervously.

Draco looked at him, then closing the distance between them, kissed Harry deeply letting their tongues tangle together. Harry pulled him closer and started to undo Draco’s robes, but this brought Draco out of his sweet torture and he pulled away once again. “Draco, what is going on?” Harry questioned looking in his direction.

“I. . .my father. . .we can’t . . .” Draco sputtered, but Harry didn’t understand. Draco pulled a letter out of his robe and handed it to Harry.

Draco,

It has come to my attention that you have been seeing that Potter boy. Possibly even sleeping with him. I do not approve in anyway. You are to be strictly heterosexual. If this got out you would bring extreme shame to this family and we would be forced out of the hierarchy of the Ministry. So I must insist that you break it off immediately with this worthless piece of shit or I will be forced to do it for you. Trust me you don’t want that to happen. The Death Eaters will be sure to leave his body unrecognizable and you will be locked in the dungeons for the entire summer. Do you understand?

Lucius Malfoy



“No Draco, he won’t. He’s bluffing.” Harry stated confidently handing the letter back to Draco.

“He’s not Harry. I’ve seen him do it to people before and the dungeons are a constant punishment.” Draco said tears slowly running down his pale face and dripping down the front of his robes. Harry crossed the room and took Draco into his arms again.

Draco pulled away and glared at Harry. “No, Harry. I can’t let you get killed. I love you. So this has to end.” Draco said staring into Harry’s eyes. Harry started to cry, too. He didn’t want to do this.

“Fine, I never loved you anyway. I only. . .” Harry started for the door when Draco pulled him to one last kiss. It seemed to last for hours, but it finally ended and Harry looked into Draco’s eyes. They had turned cold and he started to walk out of the room. “Does this have to be the end?” Harry asked pleadingly wanting everything to be ok again.

“Yes, Potter. This is the end and there’s no looking back. That‘s just the way it is.” Draco said leaving.

Harry felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart and was slowly dieing by the moment. The hate that had been automatically put back into Draco’s voice had hurt so bad. He ran back to Griffindor tower almost killing the fat lady when she asked for the password. He ran up the stairs and into the dorm room where he ran into Ron.

“What’s wrong, Harry? You look upset.” He said helping Harry up from the floor. He set Harry down on his bed and Harry just started crying more. How could Draco be so cruel? We could have been ok. I beat Voldemort for God sakes. Harry thought inside his head crying onto Ron’s shoulder. Ron just sat there and put a comforting arm around Harry whispering that it would be alright.

At about three in the morning Harry had cried himself to sleep and Ron laid him down in his own bed tucking him in. “Harry, whatever is going on, I’ll be there for you.” He whispered and kissed him on the fore head. Ron climbed into his own bed and drifted off to sleep trying to figure out what had upset Harry so much. It had to have something to do with Draco.


Ron awoke, at about five a.m., to Harry shaking his shoulders. “Huh. . .wha? Oh, Harry.” he said sitting up.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” Harry asked looking at the floor.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Har.” Ron said pulling his cloak over his pajamas and walking out of the room with Harry. They walked out of the front doors and down to the lake. “Harry, wassa matter?” Ron asked once they reached the bank.

“Draco. . .he. . .we. . .” Harry started to cry again. Ron sat him down and put an arm around his shoulders. I knew it was something to do with that bastard! Ron screamed in his head. He waited for Harry’s sobs to stop before asking again. “Harry, what did he do to you. That son of a bitch. I’ll kill him!” Ron demanded and Harry looked at him. There was something in his eyes that Ron didn’t really understand or recognize. He had never gotten that look from Harry before.

“I. . .Ron. . .Draco didn’t want to. . .his father. . .we had to break up or his father would kill me, but his eyes were so cold and full of hate. I don’t understand.” Harry said sobbing again into Ron’s chest. Ron lifted Harry’s chin so he could look into his eyes.

“It’s going to be ok, Harry. You were too good for him anyway and besides I. . .I. . .uh. . .aww fuck it!” Ron said bending down and kissing Harry. He didn’t seem, too, upset about this because Harry kissed back. When they parted Harry spoke, for once without choked sobs.

“You love me, right? You won’t leave me like he did, will you?” Harry asked looking up into Ron’s eyes.

“Yes, I love you very much and I won’t ever leave you. Whatever you want, Harry. It will be ok.” Ron said kissing the top of Harry’s head. “We should get back.” Harry said standing up. Two tears ran down Harry’s face and Ron stood taking Harry’s hand in his own and lacing their fingers together.

They walked back to Griffindor tower hand in hand all the way. Once the got into the dorm Harry collapsed on his bad and fell asleep immediately. Ron crossed the room and tucked him in. He then proceeded to get dressed and walk into the common room. He sat in a chair by the fireplace and watched the embers glowing. He touched his lips and smiled. Now, Harry was his and no one would ever hurt him again. He sat there and waited for Hermione to wake up so that they could go down to breakfast.

Breakfast was as normal as it could get, except Harry was still up in Griffindor tower asleep. Ron had tried to wake him up, but to no avail. They had informed Professor McGonagall and she had said she would check on him while they were in class. Hermione finished her breakfast and stared expectantly at Ron, who was stuffing half an egg into his mouth. “What?” he asked when she hadn’t said anything.

“Well, what happened to Harry last night. I know you know something. You’re never awake when I am.” She stated giving him another expectant glare.

“Malfoy’s dad was gonna kill Harry if he and Draco didn’t break it off. So, Draco broke it off and it was obviously too real for Harry. So when he came back to the dorms he cried himself to sleep. Then he woke me up at five asking me if I wanted to go for a walk. We went out to the lake and. . .” Ron trailed off not really wanting to tell Hermione what had happened at the lake.

Hermione seemed to have caught on. “You’re the rebound guy? Ron you know that. . .I mean Harry was. . .” Hermione said looking at he friend, concerned.

“I know he will never be with me and love me as much as Draco, but at least I can have him. You know I’ve wanted this for so long.” Ron said getting up from the table and leaving Hermione there by herself.

The next week was graduation. Ron had told Harry if he wanted to find a way back to Malfoy it would be ok, but Harry had just said he didn’t want to be left again. So Ron stayed with him. Right after graduation they got an apartment together in London near the Leaky Cauldron and they both found jobs at the ministry. . .

TBC