But I Need Your Touch Just Too Damn Much

But I need your touch just too damn much

IV: What's wrong with this picture?

Rose sat still, her eyes were all teared up and she sniffed silently. Renay didn't know what to say, she just stared with her mouth wide open. Jessica stood up and walked up their professor. He had just told them what had happened last night. Nobody - no matter how huge their love issues were - could remember their own sorrow. They were all too caught up with Harry's.

Jessica sat down next to her teacher and put her arm around him. It was a strange situation - all Harry's pupils were in shock and he himself didn't seem to overcome this issue on his own. He sniffed, smiled and took a tissue to give to Jessica.

"So today you've learnt: never meet up with ex-lovers." He grinned. "It only fucks your life up even more."

"No professor, you shouldn't say such things. I think it's good you went," Jessica said as she walked back to her seat - wiping her little tears away.

"And why would that be?" Harry seemed not able to believe there was a good side to this whole mess.

"Well," Renay said thoughtfully, "otherwise you'd blame Draco for something that wasn't his fault - entirely. Now you know the truth."

Harry huffed. The truth, the bloody fucking truth. He rather would have lived on without knowing - this.

"I don't value the truth as much as you do." He responded. "It's just all too messed up. Draco was the bad guy - and he still is - but now all I can think of when I see him is how I should pity him. And he doesn't deserve my pity! It is not my fault, what happened."

Rose nodded. "Yes, you're right. You should still see things in perspective."

"Last night he was sobbing like a little child and all I could do was comfort him - although I loathe him! Argh - it's so messed up." Harry grabbed his head. It was just too confusing. Draco had been the bad guy, but now he was a man - the-man-who-once-had-a-child. It changed him completely. Harry wasn't into that. Even if he would have found a way to forgive Draco, he had wanted him to be the same stuck-up arrogant, but brilliant Slytherin he had once known. He hasn't like that anymore.

"I just - don't like children," he confessed.

Renay and Jessica let out a shrill scream of shock.

"You're right," Rose responded knowingly. "Can't stand them either." She shivered as if a big spider was crawling around on her back.

"Draco just isn't that Malfoy anymore. He was that one guy that was so wrong, but felt to right to love. The baddest man in town - with the hottest look."

"Amen!" Rose and Jessica nodded.

"This whole baby-bussiness has just mixed up your point of view of one another. You should get rid of it." Jonathan spoke up for the first time. He was a stylishly dressed man in his fourties with longish darkbrown hair. As gay as they come - of course.

"Yes!" Rose reacted enthusiastically," he's got a very good point! You have to change your mental image."

"Change the picture in my head," Harry mused. "But how?"

"Ooh! I know! I know!" Jessica jumped up from her chair. "You've got to go and see Severus. Talk to him."

Harry didn't like this suggestion at all. Ever since Hogwarts he and Severus hadn't exactly been two peas in a pod. But on the other hand - so were he and Draco. He just knew that talking to the potionsmaster wasn't going to be easy. Especially if it involved the death of a child he - Harry just realised he had no clue if Severus had wanted the child or not.

"I suppose, I should," he agreed.

Most of his students were nodding their heads.

Harry sighed. "Sorry that we had no time for a session about all your problems. Next class, I promise."

It didn't matter to anyone, they just hoped that one love life could perhaps be saved. Or was wishing for a mended heart at Heartbroken Anonymous wishing upon a star?

- - - -

He was determined not to visit Severus at Hogwarts. Luckily he knew were the potionsmaster usually resided during weekends - a small cottage in the Welsh countryside. Harry was surprised to realise that Snape did have taste. The little house looked like a typical English cottage, even accompanied by stylish garden filled with colourful plants and flowers.

Hesitantly he softly knocked upon the wooden door. Maybe he wasn't in, he secretly hoped. But his hope faded as soon as he heard steps approach the door.

He had hoped Severus wouldn't be too angry with him for visiting him - but the only expression on the man's face was that of utter and ultimate shock and surprise.

"Potter?" Harry knew the potionsmaster was mentally cursing him for standing at his door. He would've been angry if he were him too.

"Euhm, yes, professor. I am very sorry to disturb you during your valuable weekend - but, there are really some things I'd would to talk to you about?" Harry tried to sound as sincere as possible, but his announcement sounded more as a fearful question.

"Talk? You want to talk to - me, Potter?" Snape grimaced. Harry was glad the man still wore his regular robes. He couldn't imagine him in Muggle clothing. It would distort his picture of him.

"Please. Let me in," Harry almost begged. "It's about Draco."

Severus's face suddenly showed more anger Harry had ever seen. Draco must really bethe man's soft spot. Well - he was his own weakness as well.

"Hurry then." Snape growled and opened the door to Harry.

"So, what do you want?" Severus ordered as soon as they sat themselves down in the sitting room.

"I'm just trying to understand."

Severus sighed. "So mr. Malfoy had let you in on that little secret - has he?"

"Yes he has. And - I'm sorry - really," Harry stuttered.

Severus waved with his hand. "No, you shouldn't be."

"I just want to - try to - know - understand."

"Mr. Potter, that it none of your concern. For questions of any kind you should go to your boyfriend." He said the last word with malice.

"He is not my boyfriend," Harry hissed. "That is the problem. I can't talk to him anymore. He isn't the Draco I knew."

"Did his pregnancy blemish him too much for you?" Snape said with painful sarcasm.

"No!" Harry yelled enraged. "It isn't like that!"

"Oh." Snape rolled his eyes - as if he'd believe that.

"You have no idea what a shock it was for me to hear something like that?"

Severus coughed. "Serves you right. For that time - when I caught you two boys. Scandalous."

Harry remembered that encounter very vividly. It had been one of their most precious moments.

It had been right after a Quidditch match. Harry had played against Draco - and lost for the first time. But his eyes had been focused on something entirely different than a fluttering snitch.

All the Slytherins had been ecstatic and Harry had retreated to the dressing rooms for some rest. His team mates had gone back to the castle to sulk, but he didn't particularly care. It wasn't just because of Draco - the realisation of Quidditch not being the most important thing in the world had dawned upon him earlier.

While he showered his sweat and the dirt away, he had heard a sound in the dressing room. He had quickly washed his hair, turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist - eager to find out who or what had disturbed his shower.

But he didn't get what he expected. He got what he had dreamed of and more.

Draco was standing right in front of him - still in his Quidditch gear, with a red sweaty face. Normal people would smell like sweat, but Draco only smelled like - a god. If gods had a smell, it would be the same as Draco that night.

"My, my." Draco smirked, enjoying the sight of Harry in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his wet glistening body.

"So, you're a real champion then?" Harry grinned.

"Oh, yes, I am," Draco drawled, closing in on Harry. "Aren't you a little loser?" he whispered against Harry's wet lips.

"Yes," Harry whimpered, almost succumbing to Draco's lips.

Draco took off his Quidditch robes and stood in front of his fellow Seeker in only a white shirt and his tight green pants. Before Harry knew it he was pressed hard against the wall - with warm breathing against his cheek.

"So my little loser still wants a reward?" Draco let the tip of his tongue slide down Harry's neck.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Harry groaned.

"How honoured..." Draco pressed his lips hungrily against Harry's, taunting the Gryffindor, waiting until he would open his mouth and ask Draco's tongue to enter.

"You ought to feel..." Harry's hands found their way in Draco's blonde locks, pulling his head closer to his, forcing Draco's tongue into his mouth.

"To have me..." Their bodies were pressed together as tightly as possible - almost melting into one another. Draco broke the kiss to lick his way down Harry's chest. Deviously engulfing his nipples with his warm mouth.

"Giving you..." Hips grinding against each other, bucking against the wall. Harry's erection only constrained by a thin layer of towel.

"all this..." Draco's lips sought out Harry's, his hand cupping the dark haired boy's head. Harry reached forward to Draco's lips - an unknown hunger had taking him over. God, how he needed this.

As his hands tried to pull Draco's trousers down - already brushing against Draco's aching erection - the door had opened.

"Mr. Malfoy - Mr. Potter! What the hell is going on?" he had screamed in amazement.

Of all people it had to be Severus - bloody - Snape.

He still hadn't forgiven the professor for stealing his moment of mind-blowing sex.

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A/N: How do you think the conversation should continue? What/ who should make Harry and Draco meet again?

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