Fic
Title: Repetitive
Author: Firesword
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its
characters belong to JK Rowling and so on. I don’t own them. The muse,
however insignificant it is, is mine.
Summary: “Stop asking me silly
questions, Malfoy.”
Warnings: Slash, OOC, HP/DM,
Post-HBP, No plot, One-shot.
Rating: Green Flame
Notes: Bunny popped in early in the
morning of 18th October 2005.
Repetitive
By Firesword
Draco Malfoy sat up and
ignored the blazing agony on his back. With one hand clutching at the
left side of his face, his right eye stared questioningly at the face
before him.
“Are you all right?” Harry
asked somberly.
“Why?”
“Why what, Malfoy?”
“Why are you here?”
“That’s a stupid question,
Malfoy,” Harry Potter muttered. “Get up,” the wizard instructed and
reached out for his hand.
Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and
weakly stood up. He gasped as pain shot through his spine and went
straight into his head. He clutched at his temple.
“We should go back now,” Harry
told him.
“Back where?” Draco asked in
confusion.
“That’s a stupid question,
Malfoy.” Draco turned his head slightly and wondered at the frown on
the wizard’s face. “I’m taking you back to my home.”
“But why?” Draco asked and
tightened his grip on Harry’s hand. “Why did you come?” Why did you come to save me?
“That’s really a stupid
question,” Harry growled. “Let’s find that greasy-haired bastard and go
home.”
“Severus?” Draco stumbled
after Harry. He did not really understand what was going on, and why
Severus was in the thick of it all.
“Draco, Potter. Hurry.”
“Can you run?” Harry asked him
and he shook his head. He suddenly felt dizzy and fell to his knees,
but Harry hauled him up to his feet. The raven-haired wizard forcefully
pulled his arm over broad shoulders, and Draco blushed after realizing
how masculine they were. “Come.”
Draco could only nod as they
began to hurry past the unmoving forms of Death Eaters inside the cave.
Severus was waiting for them outside, and all around the weed-covered
ground, figures in black were sprawled unconscious.
“Snape, take my hand,” Harry
ordered.
Severus looked as though he
wanted to snap but he did not.
“You cannot Apparate there on
your own,” Harry muttered. “You need to have me bring you there.”
“Get on with it,” Severus
growled.
“Hang on tight,” Harry said to
him then.
There is
no need ... you’re holding me tight enough.
When they arrived at Harry’s
house, Draco ignored the pleased exclamations, groans and curses. He
shook Harry’s arm hard and stared again into the green eyes.
“Why?”
“Stop asking me stupid
questions, Malfoy,” Harry barked at him before pushing him away.
Months passed. The war with
Voldemort continued to rage, and his question was still unanswered. It
was probably because Harry was always so busy with those who were
concerned with battles. Draco and Severus were busy themselves – they
were tasked to find lairs and hiding places of Voldemort’s followers
and Death Eaters.
Draco returned to Harry’s home
in Godric’s Hollow and he frowned when Harry met him in the corridor.
“Did you go after the Inferi?”
Harry asked him in a quiet voice.
Pale, blonde eyebrows furrowed
deeper. “Yes – there were only a few of them.”
“Malfoy.”
“What?”
“Your duty is to find out
where they are. Eliminating them is my job. Is that clear?”
“You can’t tell me what I can
or cannot do, Potter,” Draco answered just as icily.
“I can.”
“How?”
“Stop asking me silly
questions, Malfoy. Use your head.” Then Harry turned and left, and
Draco, still confused with the reason why Harry had saved him in the
first place, became more confused.
“Just do what he says, Malfoy,
and no trouble will come,” a female voice said quietly.
Draco looked over his shoulder
and saw Ginny Weasley walking toward him. Her expression was stern and
her light blue eyes were fierce.
“He gave you that necklace,
didn’t he? Don’t make him activate its powers, then. Activating it will
mean you’ll become his slave, and you won’t be able to act according to
your own free will.”
“Hey, Ginny! Where are you?
Come up to the library! I need your help with something!”
“Damn it, Ron! Can’t you get
Hermione to help you?” Ginny shouted with an annoyed expression.
“She’s already helping me – I
need more help with charming these books!”
“All right! All right! I’m
coming up!”
Draco stared at the witch in
stunned silence and his fingers touched the surface of the silver
necklace around his neck. The
price... for my being here? He felt sick.
“It is not what you think it
is, Draco.”
He jumped and whirled around.
He had not seen Severus sitting on the armchair.
“Then why am I the only one
wearing it, Severus?” he asked sadly. “He doesn’t trust me.”
“It is not what you think it
is,” Severus insisted and stood up. The wizard sighed. “Follow me to
the basement. I’ll give you some salve to put on your burns.”
“Okay.”
Then what
is it really?
The end of the war had arrived
later than they had expected. Thousands of people – non-magical and
magical folks – had died because of the unpredictability of the Dark
Lord’s plans. The Order of the Phoenix was greatly battered by the
continuous battles that had been inflicted of them. However, the war
could not last forever – the Dark could not have the upper hand all the
time. It had seemed the perfect time for the Dark Lord’s defeat.
The sky was blue with no
clouds, and the sun was shining benevolently on the earth. For once, he
had felt life in the air, and not death. It was such a sad contrast to
the ground at his feet.
Blood was slowly tainting the
earth.
Draco stood and watched the
dead bodies somewhat abstractedly. It was as though it had not sunk
into his mind yet, that he had seen his own mother killed by his mad
aunt. Someone had produced lightning and it had killed Bellatrix
instantly. It had left nothing of her.
“Draco!”
He turned at the voice and
froze.
He called
me.
The silver-haired wizard
stared at Harry as he limped forward. The wizard’s cheek was bleeding
slightly and his right leg had several slashes.
“Draco!”
He blinked and wondered why
everything appeared hazy. However, everything seemed clear when Harry
grabbed him and embraced him tightly.
“You’re all right. Gods ...
you’re all right.”
“Why did you save me?” Draco
asked softly and pulled away so that he could look at Harry.
“You know that that is a
stupid question.” Harry smiled gently at him.
“But why can’t you answer me?”
Draco gazed dreamily into
Harry’s eyes, and blushed slightly as thumbs caressed his cheeks
lovingly.
“I didn’t want Voldemort to
know that I was in love with someone who was supposedly my archenemy,”
Harry whispered. “That was what the necklace was supposed to do.”
Draco’s fingers came up to his
neck but the necklace was gone.
“Its duty was fulfilled. It’d
disappeared.”
“I don’t understand.”
“That necklace ... everyone
thought it was for me to make you obey me, or something like that. But
it was actually reminding me each time to be hateful toward you anytime
we had crossed paths.” Harry’s eyes became more loving. “I love you,
Draco.”
“You do?”
“Stop ask–” Harry sighed and
then he chuckled weakly. He leaned forward and kissed Draco’s lips
tentatively. Harry pulled away, as though afraid to continue further.
Draco took initiative then,
and slipped his fingers through Harry’s tangled hair. He pulled Harry
toward him and parted his lips willingly, and tongues caught and danced
with each other.
“Damn you gits! Can’t you help
me out first before you paw at each other?” Ginny shouted.
“Sorry, Ginny,” Harry answered
hoarsely. “I’ve waited to do this for months and I’m glad I have the
chance to do it. Just wait there for several minutes.”
“Harry! I refuse to allow this
... this ... Auror to use me as a pillow!”
“He loves you, Ginny. Let him
be.”
“But – but – I don’t like him!”
“You’ll do soon enough,” Draco
muttered. Then he forgot all about Ginny or her voice or her protests
and kissed Harry deeply again. I
understand now. I love you too, Harry. “Love you too,” he
murmured against soft, supple lips.
THE END
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