Chapter 7
Nekhabed, Egyptian Goddess of Protection
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I can only remember one time when Papa ever struck me.
He went through a phase where he couldn't look at me, much less talk to me. For a year, we were barely in the same room together. I managed to find a photo of Dad from when he was my age. I realised just how identical I am to him and knew that my papa couldn't look at me because of it.
I dyed my hair that night with a potion I created, making it as black as Papa's hair.
When I showed him, he couldn't talk. I've never seen him look so dead before. He was looking at me almost as if I had drawn all over Daddy's head stone.
He left the room and it took a while for me to talk to him. Every time I entered the room, he would leave. When I confronted him, his emotions finally got the better of him.
He backhanded me. Papa hit me so hard I could barely remember the words that came out of his mouth.
Papa shouted at me. He never wanted to see me lose pride in what my dad gave me. He couldn't believe that I would hide who I was like that. He wouldn't listen to what I had to say.
Before I could get out another word, he sent me upstairs to change what I had done.
I can't remember seeing him so angry.
I tried to tell him over and over again that I was proud of what my dad gave me, but he wouldn't listen. In all honesty, all I wanted was for my papa to look at me again. Covering up who I am wasn't my intention.
I just didn't want to lose my papa.
-
The first thing Harry did was run to the Room of Requirement to beg for the forgiveness of his friends. He was running much later than even he expected, all because of Scorpius and Malfoy. The two blondes were always eating away at his mind, trying to wheedle their way into his every thought.
And damnit, they were doing such a good job at it. He thought about them more than he did his school work, or even his training. The last thing he needed, really, was a distraction from his training. The defeat of Voldemort was his first priority.
Poor Scorpius grew up in a world where that defeat never occurred. He lost his entire family to the Dark Lord, just like he had.
Trying to change his thoughts, Harry entered the Room of Requirement, reaching the legendary room in record time.
Both Ron and Hermione were sitting in the middle of the room on poufs, going through spell book after spell book. They barely looked up as he stepped closer to them.
"Enjoy the Malfoys?" Ron asked scathingly, flicking through his book.
It didn't take a genius to know that Ron was pissed off. He was actually looking at a book rather than looking up at Harry.
"Ron, I didn't mean to spend any time with them at all...I was coming up here and I saw Malfoy and Nott in a fight..." Harry tried to argue.
"If it was between two Slytherins, why the hell did you get in the way of them?"
"You know that there's something going on between the two of us..."
"I didn't realise you were screwing him!" Ron snapped, now looking at Harry.
Harry stepped forward, seething. "I'm not sleeping with him, but I'm not going to sit by and watch him get beaten to death!"
"It's Malfoy, Harry! He's a Death Eater in training; he's always been our enemy."
"He's a good guy now."
"I'm not claiming him a 'good guy' just because you have a hard-on for him."
"Ronald," Hermione hissed, arguing against his vulgarity. "We both know that Malfoy gave up his family for Scorpius. He went against his father because of that boy..."
"And what? You're trying to tell me that Harry's his father, are you? We all know that'll never happen, so he shouldn't be spending so much time with either of them. It'll just hurt him more when they tell him that. Besides, right now, killing You-Know-Who is the most important thing..."
"I'm well aware of that, Ron. I can't see how come I can't relax some times as well."
The book Ron had been holding was thrown down on the floor before him. "Hermione and I are working our arses off to get you into shape! We're barely even a part of this war, but we're working harder than you are to win it."
Harry conceded to that, knowing that the redhead was right. "I'm sorry, but there's something about Scorpius...you two...you have each other. I...me and Malfoy...it feels right to be with him and Scorpius all the time..." He completely ignored the way the two blushed at his words. "I've never felt it before, but it's...it's right."
Hermione placed her own book down with a heavy sigh. "You and Scorpius get along really well, don't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose...sometimes it feels like I've known him all his life or something...and Malfoy and I fight over him every now and then, but I don't know why we do that..." Harry slumped down onto the ground, sitting with his legs crossed. "It's so confusing right now, and I don't mean to be late with these things...it just happens that way."
"He doesn't seem like a bad kid," Hermione mused. "And maybe this thing with you and Malfoy might be useful. We can't even begin to imagine how much Malfoy knows."
"Anyway, Scorp asked me to train Malfoy up to defend himself just in case Nott gets the urge to kill him."
"And naturally, you accepted," Ron grumbled.
"It's a good idea...besides; he's trading it for potions tutoring..."
"Hermione can tutor you."
Harry couldn't catch his words. "Malfoy's better to perve on." He slapped his hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean that...it's just...I'm not exactly straight...and Malfoy's a guy and Hermione's a girl..."
"There was no offence taken in that, Harry," Hermione interrupted softly. He was obviously fretting over his words. "I'd rather perve on him over you, anyway."
"Hermione," Ron hissed, shaking his head. "The two of you need a new pin-up boy. I'm sick of hearing about Malfoy and how good looking he is."
Harry smiled lightly, thankful his friends were understanding of his situation. "So...is there any new spell you want to show me?"
-
"This photo is gorgeous."
Scorpius looked up from his work to see Draco holding one of the photos he had brought with him. It was one of his favourites where his dad was supporting him through his first steps.
"Yeah. It's one of the best photos I have of the two of us. Papa took it."
"I can tell." The look on Draco's face was one of pure joy. "He focuses on the two of us like there's nothing but love for us."
"He loved you more than anyone could. Years after your death, he refused to move on. He could never love anyone else."
Draco finally looked up from the photograph. "I wish you could tell me who he is. I feel like I'm falling in love with him already, even though I don't have a clue who he could be. I know it's impossible, but it just feels like it."
"I hope you fall in love with my papa," Scorpius smiled. "I just hope things turn out differently. I don't think I can live through us losing you again. The pain Papa went through was too horrible..."
"You always talk about how it affected your papa, but you never tell me how you felt about it..."
Scorpius shook his head. "I've always loved you, and I've always missed you. Papa and I were the same in that we never wanted to replace you and we certainly couldn't have done that. It's just...Papa suffered so much. He blamed himself and he lost his daughter, and the last thing the two of you did was fight. He just couldn't get over it."
"But you could?"
"That's not what I meant, Dad," Scorpius sighed, running a hand through his own hair in frustration. "I always had someone there to tell me stories about you. He made sure I knew everything I could know about you. That was enough for me. I knew that you loved me. Sure, I missed you like hell, but there was nothing I could do about that. I had to be strong for Papa. He was dying inside."
Draco held the photo close to his chest, almost giving in to a sigh. He was falling for this unknown man.
And that really confused him.
Not only had he never met this man before in his life, but there was also the issue of Potter. Something was happening there. The touches were too good to be good.
He realised abruptly just what he had done not even an hour before. His lips had actually touched Potter's skin. He had, willingly, nipped at that tanned skin stretching over Potter's collar bone. That was worse than a kiss. Draco placed that up as more intimate than a simple kiss, making it more intimate than raw sex. He was initiating something he really shouldn't initiate.
"Oh crap," Draco breathed, falling back onto the bed.
"What's wrong?" Scorpius asked, reminding Draco that he was there.
"Have you ever been attracted to anyone before?"
A blonde eyebrow so similar to his own rose at his words. "Not really...why?"
He deliberated whether if he should confide in his son or not. The boy had a tendency to admit things he really shouldn't have. "I'm falling for your papa, even though I don't know him, but then I'm attracted to someone else and it's all very confusing right now. It shouldn't be this complicated."
"How do you know that the guy you're attracted to isn't Papa?"
Draco could have sworn his neck snapped as he turned his head to his son. He hadn't really considered the idea of Potter being Scorpius' papa. That concept was beyond insane. He supposed their eyes were similar, and it would have certainly explained Scorpius' height...but then again, he really shouldn't know those things about Potter anyway.
"Your papa can't possibly be this man," Draco claimed, clamping down on those thoughts. Since meeting Scorpius, his mind had started to sort through all the men in his life, filing them away into different piles. The likes of Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle were the first to reach the 'impossible' pile. There were a few past boyfriends who were slotted into the 'possible'.
Potter, who had yet to reach either pile, was instantly thrown into the impossible pile.
"Who is this man you're attracted to?" Scorpius questioned, though Draco could see a sly smirk on his features.
"You already know that answer, you little shit."
The words were light and teasing, bringing a smile to Scorpius' face instead.
"You and Harry would make a great couple."
Unbeknownst to Draco, Scorpius was incredibly uneasy with addressing his papa as such. To call him by his first name was, and always would be, wrong. He was his papa, first and foremost. Never in his dreams had he imagined he would be calling his papa by his first name.
"Did we have a relationship before you were born?"
"I can't tell you that. And even if I could, I wouldn't. Where's the fun in that? That's also why I'm not telling you who Papa is. You wouldn't fall in love with him if you knew."
Draco nearly glared at the boy. "I'm falling in love with him, regardless. It's just happening."
Scorpius' smirk returned. "Who? Harry?"
He blanched. "I'm never going to love that half breed Gryffindor. I just reckon he'd be good in bed."
Hands clasped over ears. "Don't need to know that."
"You can get over it. People do have sex, and I just so happen to be one of them. Better yet, I enjoy it and will probably partake in it while you're here. I'm not meant to be with your papa just yet, so I can enjoy the time that I have left as a single man."
"Wouldn't you feel like you're cheating on him? I mean, you're already falling in love with him. Wouldn't that be the same as having an affair?"
"I'm not technically with him yet, Scorp."
"So you'd sleep with people even though you're not in love with them?"
"Yes." Scorpius seemed so shocked with his answer. "It's been the Malfoy way for generations. Do you really think your grandparents love each other? They don't. They never have. My parents were forced into that marriage and it was arranged long before they had even met each other. It was arranged before my mother was even born. The moment her parents found out she was to be born a girl, they bartered her off to the best male born within five years before her. It's always been that way."
"That's horrible. You're not forcing me to marry any woman I don't know or love," Scorpius decreed. "I don't care if you have to disown me; I'm not marrying for anything less than love."
Draco sighed, reaching out to grab his son's wrist. "I would never do that to you. You're a child born of love. I know how detrimental it is to be born of duty. It's okay. You can marry whoever the hell you want to when you find him or her."
"I get the feeling it'll be a her, Dad."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Scorpius fell back on the bed so that he was lying next to his dad. "I hope you and papa can work it all out. You two are so happy together in my time."
"And how are we in this time?"
The younger teen laughed. "Who's to say I've seen the two of you interact together? I can't tell you those sorts of things."
"It wouldn't hurt. I'd finally be able to put a name and a face to him."
"Enjoy your flirty moments with Harry, Dad. Have you two kissed yet?"
Grey eyes narrowed in Scorpius' direction. "We haven't. You make it seem as if it actually did happen in your time."
"Whatever happens will happen. I'm just hopeful that the two of you can sort out whatever it is your hormones are doing before it's time for me to be born."
"That'd be easily solved if you'd tell me who the hell your papa is."
"No can do. Just...I think Harry would make you happy. You should give it a try, rather than cut him short because he's a Gryffindor."
"He's more than just a Gryffindor. He's the Golden Child, the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived. He's everything my parents would kill me for considering."
"Your parents aren't the one who'll be sleeping with him, now are they?"
"That's disgusting," Draco figured quite simply. He brushed his hand through Scorpius' hair. "I'm glad you got your papa's eyes. They're so striking."
Scorpius smiled softly. "Papa usually said that about my hair. He was glad I got your hair instead of his. He loved your hair, you know? He would always go on about how perfect it was. Papa loved everything about you."
"I can't believe anyone could love me that much. I almost feel bad for the poor bugger. It doesn't seem as if he knows the real me."
"He knows you better than anyone. You two spent so much time together. Even though there was a war going on, he always had time for you."
Draco sat up. "He's a part of the war?"
"Aren't we all?"
"No, as in, he actually fights in it? He's a member of the Order?"
"How do you know about the Order?"
"My father's a Death Eater in the Dark Lord's tightest circle, Scorp. I have to know those sorts of things. How do you know about it?"
"I'm in the Order..."
"The hell you are!" Draco instantly objected. "You can't possibly be in the Order! I won't allow it. You won't be fighting ever. How the hell could your papa allow you to be in the Order? Is he insane?"
"He never let me, Dad," Scorpius argued, sitting up also. "I could only be inducted after his death. And even then, I was only making potions, just like you did-will do-for them. He never wanted me to fight in the war, I swear it."
"But he's in the Order?"
"Dad..."
Draco shook his head. "How could he let you be exposed to that sort of stuff?"
"You'll know when you find out who he is."
-
Harry couldn't stop himself from looking up at the clock every few minutes. He had told Malfoy two hours, right? As the first hour passed, he couldn't help but hope that he had only told him one and that he'd be there at the door within a few moments.
Hermione had raised an eyebrow as a large grandfather clock appeared in one corner of the room, despite their heavy training. Spells were flying everywhere, and yet Harry had enough time to look around, hoping for Malfoy.
"Harry...we still have another thirty minutes. Focus on this, would you?" Hermione hissed, finally sounding annoyed with him. "This is much more important."
"Sorry," Harry muttered, quickly casting a knockback jinx to Ron's attempted hex.
He had progressed to managing these simple spells wordlessly, which had been a shock to both Severus and Albus. Neither had expected him to do so well with only the instruction of Ron and Hermione. It was the main reason why Albus hadn't interfered with his training.
Those thoughts had Harry jolting.
Why the hell hadn't Albus jumped on the idea of Scorpius. He was certain the older man would have done everything he could have to get information out of the teen from the future. It made him wonder what plot the wizard had for Scorpius, and honestly, it both sickened and worried him.
"Dear Merlin," he gasped out loud, stopping Hermione and Ron's attacks.
"What?" Ron asked, stepping forward to his best friend.
"Scorpius..."
"Him again?! Harry! The boy isn't even your kid! He's a Malfoy, regardless to who his papa happens to be. Get those two off your mind and get stronger for the sake of everyone."
"I'm worried about him, Ron. Dumbledore...he must have something planned for him, and we know that man can't think straight..."
"You're not thinking straight either, mate, and it's ridiculous. You really need to get your mind away from those two."
"And what? Should I be thinking about the war? Should I really dedicate all my time to death and destruction? I can't see how that could possibly any better than thinking about the Malfoys. At least I don't feel like shit whenever I do."
"Malfoy makes you feel good about yourself? Harry, surely that kid put something on you to make this happen. It's just not right."
"What if I am Scorpius' papa?" Harry asked and Ron's breath caught in his throat. "What if Malfoy and I get married in the future and have a baby together...?"
"That's impossible."
Harry shook his head, stepping up closer to Ron. "That's what everyone's been saying about Scorpius' papa. That's all Snape could say when he found out, and Remus was just as shocked..."
"You can't be, Harry. Malfoy is Malfoy. He's a rotten son of a bitch and nothing will ever change that. You need to stop thinking with your dick. The two of you aren't going to have any children together. Am I the only one who remembers that the two of you hate each other? He's to blame for so many things that have happened to us. He went out of his way to make out lives, especially yours, hell. He tried to get us expelled from school. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten us killed yet..."
"He left his family, Ron. He left them for Scorpius. Would you have been able to turn your back on your family the way he did? He's changing everything he's ever known..."
"I never would have had to do that. My family are good people. We don't hate people because of their bloodlines..."
"Scorpius isn't a pureblood."
The words silenced Ron again.
"Can we drop the subject?" Hermione suggested. "I'd rather we'd not fight over Malfoy like this. It isn't fair to any of us. Harry has his reasons and we have ours."
Harry hung his head low to his chest. "So you agree that this is a little insane?"
"It's Malfoy, Harry. He might be good on the eyes, but he's certainly a fair way away from being a decent human being. And to be honest, I am a little annoyed that you're spending so much time with him. Scorpius, as well. Malfoy could be using you for anything."
"I don't think he is."
"Please, just drop it."
Harry almost felt a sigh leave his body. The idea of the Malfoys had really started to rule his brain, despite his wishes. They were right; he should have been focusing on defeating Voldemort.
However, he couldn't stop his eyes from darting to the clock. He briefly saw Hermione roll her eyes.
"You know what, Harry?" Ron asked, grabbing everything they had brought. "Why don't we leave you here to wait for Malfoy? We'll go to the library and work on something else. Maybe you and Malfoy can sort this crap out before we see you next, okay?"
"Ron...I'm not feeling anything for Malfoy as a person. I'm doing these things because Scorpius asked me and because I can't very well sit and watch him get beaten to death. I admire him and feel less hatred for him for what he's doing, but I still don't think he's a friend, or that he ever could be."
None had even noticed that the door had opened. It was only when they heard Scorpius' voice calling after his dad that they realised.
Harry couldn't remember moving so quickly to reach anyone ever in his life. His feet had moved without his own knowledge, and he wasn't sure if it was because Scorpius sounded so distressed, or if it was for the sake of whatever it was he and Malfoy had.
All that he knew was that he was by Malfoy's side much sooner than he had expected, his hand wrapped around the blonde's elbow, carefully trying to pull him in close to him.
"Bugger off, Potter," Malfoy hissed, though he wasn't sure himself as to why he was so affected by Harry's words. Harry could see how angry the blonde was, but found the reason to be a mystery also.
"What's wrong with you?" Harry's voice came out much softer than he intended.
It certainly had Hermione intrigued.
"Dad?" Scorpius asked, taking the Invisibility Cloak off his body. "Are you alright? Surely..."
"That's enough, Scorpius. We're heading back down to the dungeons," Malfoy decreed, trying to shake his arm free from Harry to reach for his son.
There was just something about Harry's words that stung him, and he needed the comfort of his child.
"Dad..."
"Now, Scorpius."
"You're overreacting, Malfoy," Harry accused, his other hand coming around to Draco's upper arm to keep him from flailing.
Almost instantly, Scorpius' stomach started to turn again. He curled over slightly, his hand moving down to rub at the butterflies. He choked on his breath as he realised he had no hand to soothe with. His green eyes widened when he looked down to see his hand in a transparent state. He couldn't even form a noise in his throat to get attention from his parents.
"Scorpius?" Hermione questioned quietly, grabbing for him. His face had gone much whiter than what was healthy and his breath was barely there.
Both Harry and Draco looked up at her, hearing the worry in her voice.
"Scorpius?"
"Scorp?"
All at once, the anger Draco had for Harry disappeared as he worried about his son. He broke free from Harry as the two moved over to the boy.
"Is it your stomach again?"
Scorpius nodded his head, hiding his hand as much as possible as he stepped towards his dad. He very quickly buried his face into Draco's neck, physically begging to be held. The blonde father complied instantly, wrapping his arms around the younger teen.
"Are you alright now? It's okay. We'll get you something to settle it," Draco promised, pressing a quick kiss on Scorpius' brow.
"I don't like you fighting with him, Dad," Scorpius grumbled loud enough for the other three to hear it. "Please, don't fight with Harry. I'm so used to the two of you being so close...it makes me feel so ill."
The words had Harry's heart falling to his stomach. Yet again, he didn't have a clue why. And more than ever, he wanted to hold Scorpius close to him.
"Scorpius, can I talk to you for a second?" Hermione asked, placing a hand on Scorpius' back to get his attention. Both Harry and Draco felt their tempers flare at her touching the boy. He was theirs to comfort.
"Sure, Aunt Hermione," Scorpius muttered before he could stop himself.
"Aunt Hermione?" Draco grumbled. He hadn't been there when Scorpius had originally explained this. Scorpius gently released his dad and walked off back into the Room of Requirement with Hermione.
Ron raised an eyebrow when Harry turned back to Malfoy.
"Look," Harry started, his arm coming up Draco's again. He was quickly shrugged off.
"I don't want you touching me," Draco hissed fairly quickly. "I don't want you talking to me. You can stay far away from me."
Harry grabbed at the side of Draco's shirt, yanking him close with one flick of his wrist. Ron felt the need to turn away from the both of them, feeling he was looking in on something too intimate.
Draco struggled a little, feeling the heat of Harry's skin through his clothes. "That's enough, Potter."
"You can't be this angry with me over a few words," Harry tried to reason. "Besides, I didn't think you would have cared enough..."
The way Draco looked up at Harry stole his breath. The emotion behind his eyes was near shattering.
"Whatever this is...it's more than just friendship, Potter," Draco breathed, stepping closer to Harry. Their redheaded audience turned away, heading towards the Room of Requirement. His low curse was ignored when he found out the doors were locked firmly.
Harry's skin buzzed when Draco pressed into his body. "This is..."
"It's driving me insane, to tell you the truth."
The brunette would have laughed if things weren't so damn tense.
Instead, he grabbed Draco's wrist, pulling his left hand up to his lips. He pressed a quick kiss to the back of Draco's hand.
"You're not allowed to do that," Draco accused, feeling his entire body flush at the simple motion.
Harry shook himself from his thoughts, dropping the hand. "I really just did that...?"
Draco nodded his head, quickly nuzzling Harry's jaw. "I think we might need some time away from each other," he muttered. "This is getting out of control."
"I'd say," Ron coughed from the door to the Room of Requirement. He nervously scratched at his head as he looked away from the two of them.
It was only then that they realised that they weren't completely alone. "Shit, Ron. Sorry," Harry mumbled, stepping far away from the blonde. "Yes. Time away from each other...good idea. Ummm, we have those things that Scorpius suggested...the lessons in exchange for tutoring...?"
"Scorp should be there for each and every lesson."
Harry nodded his head, agreeing to Draco's terms. He was already missing the blonde's touch, craving the feel of warmth.
"Where'd Hermione go?" Harry asked Ron, dragging his eyes away from Draco.
"She's in there with Malfoy junior." Harry cocked his head to the locked doors.
-
"It was your stomach first?" Hermione asked Scorpius softly.
"Yeah. It's not the first time, either."
"I guessed as much. It must be hard when your parents fight like that."
Scorpius was words away from agreeing with her statement, but stopped himself in time to raise an eyebrow at her in a Malfoy-like manner.
"You know...?"
"I'm one of the few people who have seen Harry's actual eyes, Scorpius. When he's not hiding his scar with his fringe and you can actually see his eyes clearly, you can see just how beautifully green they are. Yours are so similar to his-you'd have to be his child," Hermione explained with a shrug of her shoulders. "That and I saw your hand disappearing."
Scorpius looked down at the aforementioned hand. "That's never happened before. It scares me. I don't know what it means."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "It happened when they started fighting..."
"That's the same time when my stomach feels bad."
She sighed. "Maybe it's tied in with the time. I mean, if they were fighting like that, you wouldn't have thought that the two of them would marry..."
"It was telling me that I wasn't going to be born?" Scorpius asked, his mouth dropping open. "They're never allowed to fight ever again. If that happens, then they won't fall in love. If they don't fall in love, they won't be happy together. I want them to be happy. They have to be..."
Hermione rubbed his arm soothingly.
"Are you alright with my parents being together?" Scorpius asked after a moment. "I know Papa means so much to you, and I know that you don't like Dad just yet...but they're really meant for each other. They love each other...they're soul mates, I swear it..."
"I know, Scorpius," Hermione breathed, "but you have to realise...right now, your papa-Harry-has other things to deal with. You-Know-Who is such a risk to everyone here. We're worried for our lives. What the two of you don't understand is that right now is that he can't let himself be worried over you and your dad. He's wasting time with the two of you when he should be focusing on the war..."
"I know a lot more than you think," Scorpius interrupted, his voice rising for the first time since he arrived in this time. "I lost both my parents to Voldemort. He stole my baby sister away from me before she was even born...he ripped her from our surrogate mother's womb and killed her in front of my dad's eyes. He forced my papa to see it all through the link they share." He was shaking. "I never went to Hogwarts. I never even had a wand. Papa was too scared to let me outside for most of my life. Voldemort gave me a life where I'd rather be dead, Aunt Hermione. I know how strong he is and how much it hurts when he's there in your life. Papa is the mortal enemy of Voldemort. All he wants to do is kill him. I had to live with that for fifteen years. I had to go ten years without my dad. My papa was a soulless being the moment my dad was killed. You can't possibly imagine what that life is like." He shuddered at his words, wiping away the angry tears that burned his cheeks.
Hermione sighed heavily. "I'm sorry about..."
"I'm sick of people telling me that they're sorry. You just assumed that I didn't know what pressure is on my papa's shoulders. I know all too well what he's going through. My dad made my papa happy. And he should be happy. You can't expect him to live through this with nothing but war on his mind. He deserves joy and love."
-
Draco tucked Scorpius into bed like he usually did. "How's your stomach?"
"It's alright now. Just...please don't fight with Harry anymore. Please?"
The older teen ran his hand through Scorpius' hair. "You don't have to worry. Potter and I...we're not going to see much of each other..."
"That's not right...you two have something deep going on..."
"That's why we can't be near each other anymore." Draco let off a shy smile. "He kissed me."
"What? When?"
"When you were in the Room of Requirement with your aunt-it was only on the hand, though. It was nothing to get worked up over."
"Are you getting worked up?"
Draco's mouth went dry. "I think so."
-
"Holy shit! I kissed him."
Four pairs of eyes widened in his direction.
"Harry? Mate?" Seamus asked softly, looking at the Seeker oddly. "Are you alright?"
"I-I-Iactually kissed him...I can't believe I...holy shit."
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