herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 1
Chapter: one
Author:herumtreiber
Genre: Time travel, romance, adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Epilogue compliant? No way!
Chapter length: 3627 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Old meets new. Harry walks all over Draco's heart, and when he realizes his mistakes he does the unforgivable so Draco takes him back. Time travel. During HBP, disregards Deathly Hallows - that means everyone's alive, except Sirius, but...

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March 15th, 1997 - during Sixth Year

Tomorrow would be the six-month anniversary of their relationship, such as it was. Draco's companion (for Potter could not be considered a boyfriend, not if Draco was honest with himself) would likely spend the day with him, he thought.

So it was that after their lovemaking, the fateful question was uttered. Draco said "What have you planned for tomorrow, Harry, do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks with me?"

Harry looked floored and uncomfortable, but soon recuperated his cool and assumed a nonchalant mask. If one looked deeply enough, one would see that the mask was real, that he was detached; he didn't care for this conversation. "Hmm," he said "Ron and Hermione asked me to go with them, and I think I really should, after all, I don't want to lose you." Said Harry with a small smirk gracing his features.

Draco felt exhilarated and nervous at the same time. It seemed that Harry cared about him after all. "Why would you lose me, Harry, I'll stay with you no matter what anyone says, and you know it."

The next words that Harry uttered would shake the core of their relationship and launch their liaison into deep inner uproar. It would not be possible for both of them to remain unscathed, emotionally. One of them would bear the consequences for these words for the rest of his life, who was unclear at the moment.

"Uhmm, no" said Harry, "what I meant is that seeing us together, Ron and Mione would ask questions, they would discover that we're seeing each other, and probably make me choose between you guys. I'd rather things stayed as they are and not give you up."

Draco felt a frisson of fear travel down his spine. He felt a slight buzzing in his ears, and his temper, which had been carefully subdued and tamed during their entire relationship, began to fray at the edges. Feelings he had long harboured and tried to ignore caught fire. A sense of dread and funnily enough, resolution, filled him.

So this is what it all comes down to. Six years of rivalry and half a year of passionate trysts, all became condensed like a water drop about to fall from the faucet, and his passion and pride, long neglected, like gravity, inexorably drew down, to fall against the floor and explode, becoming something entirely new.

"I see Potter," Draco said firmly, frowning and fisting his hands. He scowled at Harry, and his grey eyes glimmered with the light of a hopeless winter storm, pinning Harry with a cool glare. "So when it comes down to it, you would choose your friends over me, if they asked you to." Said Draco.

"Of course," said Harry "I have shared six and a half years of adventures with them; they are my best friends, my mates. Although what we enjoy is great, and I mean great," here Harry paused and felt a twitch in his nether regions, remembering the many nights of passion when he would be buried to the hilt in Draco, "… I could not give them up, ever. Since I like what we have, a lot, I'd rather keep it a secret, if you don't mind."

Draco felt his anger rising as Harry talked. He thought about the times when he had told Harry that he loved him, never getting any response from him, the times he asked him to let him top, only to be rebuffed and left waiting for the next time, the rendezvous in the dark, wary of the shadows, careful not to let anyone know that they were lovers.

He suspected Harry looked down on him and considered him inferior, fit only to be used and discarded, but he had always harboured the hope that someday it would change, that Harry would see how Draco really was and fall in love with him, or at least have some deep feeling for him.

He could see clearly now that this would not ever happen, that Harry was too stubborn, too arrogant to consider him his equal. All Harry wanted was a pliant hole, someone who would be a good lay and would shut up afterwards. Sure, Harry liked them with spunk and spirit; after all, not anyone could claim to be fucked by the Boy-who-lived, but not too much independence, for he liked to be in charge. Oh yes, he liked to command his lover, he would define when and if they saw each other, who knew about them, and just about everything about their intimacy.

Draco looked steadily at Harry and said "I've had enough. Potter. If you love your friends so much, stay with them, maybe they will let you fuck them. Now get out."

Harry, startled, looked at Draco and summoning inner peace, said condescendingly: "Now, now Draco, no need to get upset. Sleep on it, and tomorrow you will see that I'm right. We have to be careful about who knows about us, I need you too much, and I see that you need me." He expected it to be like the other times they argued: Draco would fume and grumble a bit, but eventually would see things Harry's way, like all their fights went.

Hopefully tomorrow night Draco would be in his bed, and he would fuck him senseless practically in front of his roommates, without them knowing anything, as it should be. He got dressed quickly and left the room mumbling to himself. At the door, he looked back and saw Draco, his hair shining in the moonlight, his eyes aglow with the erstwhile heat of his passion.

If he had known that was the last time he would ever see Draco in an intimate setting, he would have looked more carefully, treasured the look, but then, he always underestimated Draco.

Draco watched Harry leave, sadness brimming in his eyes. Unlike Harry, he was aware of the unique quality of this moment, and hated the thought of losing Harry, of never being with him again, never having sex with him. However, much as he feared leaving Harry, he feared more the constant dragging and exhausting loss of his dignity, of his manhood even, of his courage and pride. Surrendering to Harry in almost everything, letting him fuck him whenever he pleased, as his secret lover, the one not worthy of the attention of the public, of his friends, of his mentor.

The following Saturday Draco forced himself to go to Hogsmeade, to go out and mingle, even though he felt lonely and sad. He saw Harry sitting companionably with Granger and Weasley, animatedly talking about Quidditch, it seemed. Only once did Harry look in his direction, and he was careful not to pay too much attention to the blond god sitting not far from him, seemingly absorbed in the wonderful world of Quidditch and his friends.

Harry did not suffer as much as Draco that day, for he felt confident that Draco would cave in and beg him to come back. He would make him pay, maybe a spanking. Harry toyed with the idea of spanking Draco in front of his friends, in the Gryffindor common room. He imagined the satiny feel of his buttocks as his hand collided with them, his friends clapping and whistling, and the look of utter humiliation in Draco's face.

Yes, that would be priceless. He would break his pride once and for all. He felt he was near. So far Draco had given up whenever Harry wanted him to. Even though he frequently asked him to top, he was content with the excuses Harry gave him. And as for wanting the whole world to know they were lovers, didn't Draco have an ounce of common sense? He was, after all, the Boy-who-lived. He could not be gay, furthermore, he could not be seeing the son of Lucius Malfoy, no matter that the father was in prison and Draco had totally renounced the Dark Lord and worked as a spy for the Light.

Surely Draco would be content with being the repository of his affections. He would soon feel the need of Harry claiming him, of Harry filling him like he had not been filled before. His cock twitched again at the thought of smooth, pliant pale skin, ready to be breached and conquered. It was the natural affair of things.

So it went for a week. Each day Harry was a little less secure, a little less confident in his god-like powers of persuasion. Draco remained firm, if sad, and in fact seemed in better health, his cheeks rosier and his step livelier. In fact, it seemed as if a weight had been lifted from him, and frequently he could be seen laughing with Pansy, roughhousing with Crabbe and Goyle, exchanging gossip with Blaise, all of whom had been discarded in his overwhelming obsession with Potter. His friends welcomed him back with open arms, and openly supported his decision to leave Harry, telling him he had done the right thing, that he could still fight and spy for the light if he wanted to, free from the constraints of a selfish lover. His grades went up, and even Granger and Weasley noticed his buoyant mood.

Of course they suspected that Harry and Draco had something going on, they were not dumb, especially Hermione, "the smartest witch of her generation." They were expecting Harry to tire of the relationship and break with Draco. They knew he would never betray them or give them up in favour of Draco.

They also knew how much Harry valued his independence, his pride, his confidence. Draco was too cocky for them, and if Harry treated him roughly and eventually broke him, who was he to complain? Just Death Eater scum, as Ron constantly teased Draco during the months of the relationship, while Harry looked neutrally between them, apparently bored with the insults, but never reprehending his friend or trying to curb his over-the-board taunting.

Ron tested the waters, saying to Harry during breakfast on Friday: "Harry, don't you think the Ferret looks too cheery? Is he planning some Death Eater trap?" Harry choked, and after spitting a bit of toast and looking longingly at the Slytherin table, he said "I'm not sure Ron, whatever you say, you keep him under observation." Ron huffed and looked meaningfully at Hermione. They would have to shake Harry from his lethargy or he would become too morose. A Ferret distraction was in order.

So when the Golden Trio was walking down the dungeons for the Double Potions class, Ron nearly ran, dragging Hermione and Harry with him, in the hope of catching Malfoy and taunting him, effectively lifting Harry's spirits by making fun of his enemy - or his lover, who cared.

On meeting Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, Ron said: "Hey, watch it, Ferret face, what's with you being all jolly, planning to break Daddy out of Azkaban, I think not much of his mind is intact, so why do it?" Harry looked expectantly at Draco, and a light seemed to flicker in his emerald eyes. Ron fully expected Draco to grimace and then move on, like he had been doing the last months - heck, if shagging one's enemy lead to one getting what one wanted, he was all for Harry shagging You-Know-Who, it would end the war.

Draco had acquiesced to Harry's petition that he leave his friends alone; of course, Ron always ignored Harry's pleas and harassed Draco, in fact, seeing as how Harry just nodded and let him be, one would think that the situation was less than fair, but then again, in the whole affair, it often was the case. Draco looked at Ron stoically, then he scowled and drawled: "Well, it is our dear moRon and Whoremione. Pray tell, why do you even care about my mood?"

Ron was enraged, and his face was as red as his hair; "what did you call her?" "Hermione, isn't that her name, isn't she "the smartest bitch in her generation, oops, I mean witch, he he." Ron moved towards Draco and lifted his hand, swinging it against Malfoy's face, if it had landed it would surely have broken his nose, but Goyle stopped the fist two inches from Draco's face and yanked Ron back, hurling him towards the wall.

Just when Ron had taken out his wand to curse Draco and had muttered the beginning of the Cruciatus curse, Severus Snape walked on, dramatically billowing his robes and bellowing: "Mr. Weasley, detention with Filch for a month and 50 points from Gryffindor. Now all of you brats get in."

The students entered the classroom. Harry was astounded, because he had expected Draco to meekly acquiesce, as he had been doing all along, that would have been a sign that Draco was sorry for his intemperate (in Harry's point of view) outburst and was ready for a reconciliation, which of course Harry would grant, after suitably chastising Malfoy. But this newly assertive Malfoy was unnerving, he didn't know what to expect anymore, and so a little more of his confidence crumbled.

After class, Harry hurried to catch Malfoy, saying to him: "Malfoy, I want to speak with you." Draco said: "what for, Potter, you and I have nothing to say to each other, as we have never had and never will" - innerly shuddering at the painful truth of his words. Harry, seeing that Malfoy was leaving, swallowed his pride and asked: "I need to speak with you, Malfoy, please?"

Draco, seeing how obstinate Harry was, dragged him farther along the hallway, outside hearing range of Crabbe and Goyle and said: "Well, what do you want, Potter?"

Harry said, "come on, Draco, don't you miss me? Don't you miss being mine? I'm willing to go back with you and we will forget this ever happened." Draco glared at Harry and with perfect, practiced Malfoy poise and the Malfoy patented smirk said "I admit I miss your cock, Potter, and that is all the part of you that I miss, if I could have it alone I would be happy. As it is, it comes with the whole package and I have found that the price is just too much.

"Yes, I was yours, but the fact is that you were never mine. It was all one sided, you claimed me as yours, but whenever we stopped shagging I was not worth your attention. I'm tired of living in the shadows, of always doing what you want. I will find someone else that can hopefully love me some day and you will find someone who is totally, completely yours to the point of extinction."

Draco walked away slowly and rejoined Crabbe and Goyle, leaving for the next class, which was Arithmancy. Harry watched Draco draw away, and with a painful thud in his heart, recognized for the first time the severity of the situation. He saw that it would be very hard, if nearly impossible, to go back with Draco. He remembered all the times they shagged, the passion, the hunger that drove them. The difference was that Draco acknowledged the hunger and submitted to it, wanting to become part of the whole, and Harry never acknowledged it, pretending that it was a passing fancy, trying to use the whole for his own purposes and postponing any reckoning that might arise. Harry was honest to himself for a moment, and acknowledged that he had never had any partner with the same passion, intensity and sheer sexiness as Draco.

Ginny was too demanding, Lavender too fragile and the numerous male trysts were faceless, easily blending one into the other, letting him do as he wanted. It was only Draco who engaged his whole attention, who ignited his core. It was then he recognized that it had always been Draco. Malfoy had been there in every important moment of his life, defining it through his hatred, and later his love. He thought about graduation, life after school, without Malfoy, and he shuddered. He felt an eerie emptiness, and wondered if it would always be there, if it would lessen with time, if he could win Draco back again.

He wondered if he could find someone who put the same passion into his loving as Malfoy did. He thought of grey eyes, how they lit up with inner joy when they watched him, how they filled with sadness when they argued, how they always faithfully depicted the inner turmoil of Draco's soul, and he thought of how cold they had looked today, when Malfoy looked at him.

He knew at that moment that Draco had begun the torturous process of getting over him. He made himself the promise that he would try to get over Draco. Fortunately no one knew they had been lovers, so he would be spared the rumour mill and the looks of pity of the Hogwarts students.

The next months were some of the best for Draco and the worst for Harry. For Draco it was the dawn to a life without the yoke of Potter's expectations and grandstanding. He dated several guys, and eventually settled down with a Ravenclaw, Terry Boot. Terry was refined and intelligent, he was also passionate in bed and satisfied Draco's desires, but most importantly, he also allowed Draco to take control, to dominate when he needed it.

Harry was gleeful when Draco first dated a guy and broke it after two weeks; he felt that Draco would be crawling back to him any day now. So he was severely disappointed when Draco dated a Ravenclaw. Really, a Ravenclaw, didn't Malfoy have any class?

Harry started going out with Seamus Finnigan in hopes of making Draco jealous. Naturally by doing so he outed himself and was subsequently ostracized as the gay Saviour of the Wizarding World. It was ironic that the main reason for keeping the relationship secret - that Harry's reputation was paramount - was abandoned by Harry himself in his ultimately maladroit efforts to gain Draco back.

As a gay wizard, Ron and Hermione slowly but surely abandoned Harry, concentrating in their relationship, leaving Harry alone and subtly degrading him.

It turned out that Seamus was with Harry because he was popular, and when this declined due to his being gay, Seamus decided he had had enough, Harry was too domineering, too uncaring, and most importantly, too unpopular for him.

Abandoned by friends and boyfriend, Harry was miserable. He reflected bitterly on the fact that, in order to save the friendships of this group of people, he had betrayed the one who loved him, only to be betrayed in its turn by his so-called friends.

Of course, this didn't dissuade him from playing the pity card and trying to gain Draco's attention by looking downcast, taciturn and extremely morose. Unfortunately, Draco was otherwise occupied with dating the guy from Ravenclaw and solidifying the friendships with Slytherins he had thoughtlessly neglected when claimed by Potter.

Potter had effectively become a blocking stone in Draco's past, one he had had to learn to evade and step on, leaving it behind him. Draco had become the one oasis in Harry's life, the fountain of life that is unrecognized except when one is in the middle of the desert, parched with the absence of the precious liquid, water.

Seventh Year passed by in a whirlwind, and Graduation day grew inexorably nearer.

That day Draco was with Terry, his Muggleborn parents Tony and Anne Boot - who rejoiced that their son had caught such a good looking, wealthy and talented wizard - and Narcissa.

Potter was grudgingly sitting by the Weasleys, while Ron muttered about flaming pouf friends. Harry's latest conquest had left him for a Quidditch player.

The couples danced to the tunes played by the Weird Sisters who were there at the insistence of Dumbledore. Harry had tried to cast a charm to stop hearing when Celestina Warbeck sang 'A Cauldron full of hot, strong love'.

When the last dance appeared imminent, Harry sought out Draco who was swaying to the rhythm of the slow song on the arms of Terry, and asked him to dance with him.

Draco was avidly looking for a way out, and he was mentally preparing himself for the ordeal when unexpectedly, someone touched his shoulder.

He turned and saw Pansy Parkinson. The slim brunette tugged a strand of her hair sideways and turned to the left, glaring at Harry.

Although Draco never really explained in depth about what happened with the Gryffindor, Pansy had unexpectedly found Draco bawling in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The boy had been so angry at the interruption that he almost cast Crucio on her.

But Pansy was a Slytherin and managed to deflect his anger - so she knew very well how sad Draco had been during that relationship. She was fiercely protective of her former boyfriend, and when she saw Potter barging in on the happy couple, she decided to save Draco - once again.

She smirked at Harry and then asked, "May I have this dance with the most handsome student and my best friend?"

Draco offered a prayer to the gods and beamed at Pansy, leading her to the center of the dance floor.

Harry looked mournfully on and felt that he would remember this moment for a very long time, looking at Draco from afar, almost touching him but forever watching him with another, basking in the love of others.

He was painfully right.

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