herumtreiber

Title: Unusual ending - chapter 3
Chapter: three
Author:herumtreiber
Genre: Slash, 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: 4315 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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Chapter three - part 1

Harry went to Gryffindor Tower, and in the Common Room, said hello to Ron and Hermione, who were predictably in the middle of a snog session. Harry smirked as he coughed, trying to gain their attention. When they finally broke apart, Harry said, "I hate to tell you this guys, but I 'll go to Hogsmeade with another person, I can't go with you."

Harry thought privately, 'I'd rather go with Voldie than with you, backstabbing traitors!'

Ron routinely asked, "Who with, Harry? Who's the lucky girl?" - thinking to himself – 'As long as it is not that scum Malfoy, I don't care.'

Harry answered, "You'll find out tomorrow" - thinking – 'And you will be pissed, jealous Weasel!'

The next day, at 10:00 o'clock, Harry stood in the Great Hall, looking great in a dark green pullover, tight black leather pants, and dragonhide boots. He made a dashing figure. He felt his heart tremble when he saw Draco enter, wearing a turtle-neck sweater and gray pants.

When Draco approached him, Harry presented Draco with a splendid red rose, and said, "I read in a book that red roses symbolize passionate love. You kept loving me and giving me chances, even when I did not deserve them. I've come to realize how much you mean to me."

Harry put it delicately on Draco's outstretched hand, "I charmed the rose so it won't decay and will always smell like this. I want you to have it, for you already hold my heart in the palm of your hand."

Draco blushed and said, "Thank you Harry. I didn't expect this from you. I'm happy to accept it." He took out his hawthorn wand and sent the rose to his room in the Dungeons.

They held hands and walked out of Hogwarts, talking about diverse things, and not paying attention to the stares they constantly received.

Harry felt he was in seventh heaven. The person that meant the most to him was again beside him. He had a chance to really build the relationship, to have a partner again. He knew the Wizarding world would be cruel - as well as his friends - but they would be inflexible regardless of whether he was with Draco or not.

They went to the Three Broomsticks and had butterbeer, talking about Quidditch. Harry took the opportunity to talk about himself, letting Draco know about some of his fears, his hopes and dreams, his failures.

It was all going smoothly until Harry felt a hand pushing violently his shoulder, and a familiar voice said, "What the hell are you doing with the fucking Ferret, Harry, have ya lost your mind?"

Harry looked up to see a furious, red-faced Ron standing there. He looked to Draco and saw him wearing a stoic, weary expression. He realized that Draco expected him to go away with Ron, to say nothing and just agree with his friends, as he had been doing all along. Ashamed of himself, Harry replied, "I am with Draco, and have been for some months. I want you to meet my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy."

Ron was completely flabbergasted, though he suspected their relationship, he never expected Harry to acknowledge it, let alone anounce it to the world as he had. He was completely sure that Harry would always choose him over Malfoy, as he had on the train in first year.

Ron exclaimed while he waved his hands angrily, attracting the attention of the other patrons, "Please tell me you are kidding, Harry. Merlin, it doesn't matter to me if you are gay or not, so long as you don't go out with Malfoy. Heck, you can go out with Justin or Seamus, I would support you, but not with Malfoy. Tell me you won't continue with him."

Harry smirked internally, he knew that in fact Ron would later loath him simply because he was gay. He had abandoned him because he was gay, when he had not been with Draco at all.

Harry knew it was a ploy to get him to choose him over Draco again. Harry knew how false Ron's friendship had become lately.

He said firmly, "Well, Ron. Draco and I are a couple, and I hope we'll always be. If you can't support me on this, or at least accept my choice of a lover, then I won't consider you my friend."

Ron looked furious, "If that is your final word, Potter, then I'll leave you alone with your queer lover" - and walked away.

A few minutes later, Hermione came up to Harry, "Ron's right, I'm afraid. You can't be with Malfoy, with a suspected Death Eater. The Boy-who-lived cannot have such a lover, you'll be reviled and Voldemort will win."

Harry knew that the smart witch was trying to manipulate him, pulling on his hero strings.

"Then it's a pity that Voldemort will win because I love Draco, if you were as smart as you think you are, you'd know that's a lie. In reality you are all my friends because it serves you well, and I want you to know that if you're no longer my friends, it is you who will suffer out of the limelight."

Hermione flushed and left. Draco commented, "Was that smart, Harry? They are your best friends, I would think you would want their support. Understand me, I am glad you stood up for me, I just wish you didn't have to antagonize them."

Harry looked lovingly at him, "They're not truly my friends if they don't accept that the only person that brings me happiness is you, and I won't give you up for the world, or time."

Draco looked with hooded eyes to Harry and hoarsely said, "Remember what we discussed before, Harry?"

"Yeah, I remember" - he replied excitedly. He wanted to hear what Draco would say.

"Are you still up for it?"

"I'll always be up for it."

"Then let's finish here and head back to Hogwarts, to the Room of Requirement."

On the way back, Harry asked, "What about you, Draco? What will your house say about our relationship? What will Voldemort do?"

"I'm not the Skytherin Prince for nothing. My housemates will follow my lead and do as I say, or suffer the consequences. Lucius is in Azkaban and no longer heads the Malfoy family; I am no longer the Malfoy heir, because I have assumed my full familial duties. As for You-Know-Who, I'll tell him that it is all a plot to get your confidence and then hand you over."

Harry remembered he had been very jealous when Draco dated several guys, and how the Slytherins seemed to take it in stride. He also remembered reading about Draco's exploits as a spy in the Daily Prophet. He concluded that Draco was a very capable wizard, and wondered how he had been so blind to underestimate him so in the past.

When they were nearing Hagrid's hut, they nearly colllided with Terry Boot and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Harry scowled venomously at Justin and said in a cold voice – "Well, it is our little Huffleduff wanker." He smiled smugly at Terry, daring him to say anything.

Justin asked confusedly, "Harry, what's up?"

Harry answered heatedly, "That's Potter to you, stupid Huffleduff!"

Justin continued, "Why are you acting like this, Harry?"

"I've my reasons, little Huffleduff. See that you do not cross my path ever again."

As they left their bewildered classmates behind, Draco commented, "That was weird, Harry. One would think that you hold a grudge against the Hufflepuff."

"A grudge? That wanker is not worthy of my time or effort. Let's talk about something else" – said Harry while shuddering inwardly, thinking of Justin's betrayal.

"Let's talk about your friends. I think you've been neglecting them. You should spend more time with them. Heck, I'd like to spend time with them and get to know them, I suspect I won't have many friends in Gryffindor."

"I'm sorry about that," commented Draco sadly.

"Don't you dare be sorry, Dragon" whispered Harry fiercely.

He gazed into Draco's grey eyes, "Don't be sorry for loving me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Without you, I'm nothing."

Harry continued as they walked rapidly, "Without you there's only the bleak days and nights, their weary parade."

When they were near the Hogwarts entrance, Harry interrupted himself and pounced on Draco, kissing him hungrily.

Their kiss was wild and untamed, and it spoke of their endless hunger for each other. As Draco was a little taller than Harry, Harry draped his arms around Draco's neck, and crossed his legs around Draco's waist. Draco supported Harry's bottom with his hands.

Harry didn't care who saw them. He wanted the world to know that he was Draco's, and the Slytherin was his – and they were proud of it. He had come dangerously close to losing it all, and it was only magic that had brought it all together. He would not risk Draco's love again.

They managed to get to the Room of Requirement without snogging each other senseless, though barely. Harry walked three times in front of the tapestry, murmuring, "A place to lose my virginity."

He wondered if his time with Justin counted, or if he was still a virgin, seeing as how that didn't happen until months in the future.

When they entered, the room was decorated in Slytherin colors, green and silver and had a huge bed. Harry sauntered to it and started stripping.

Draco husked, "Stop, Harry, allow me the pleasure," smirking and moving to his side.

He took off Harry's pullover, shirt and pants, and kissed every inch of Harry's body, then he leisurely took off his own clothes.

When he swallowed Harry's length, Harry thought he had died and gone to Heaven. After his climax, he said –"I'm ready, Draco. I want all of you."

Draco whispered, "Accio lube."

He grabbed the jar, and prepared Harry expertly, taking a page from Harry's earlier ministrations. When he entered him, Harry was amazed at Draco's gentle care, and he had the most remarkable feeling in the world, quite different from the time with Justin when he felt used. Soon Harry was groaning and panting, shouting, "More, Dragon, harder, fuck me harder, damn it!"

He felt completion, the fulfillment of a circle, and wondered how he had survived without this; how he had the temerity to keep this feeling from Draco, his mate. What had been cold and forbidding with Justin had turned out to be lustful and pleasurable with Draco.

During the next week, Harry got to know the other face of Slytherin, and made good friends with Crabbe and Goyle, Blaise, and surprisingly Pansy.

He found out they were funny, if bitingly so, and their dry wit was legendary. Mainly he took his meals at the Slytherin table, and he rarely went to Gryffindor Tower to sleep, because he spent most nights with Draco in the Room of Requirement.

Ron and Hermione had gotten most of the Gryffindors to follow their hypocritical viewpoint and reject Harry out of hand because of his liaison with Draco, ostensibly because he was a Slytherin. Harry knew that they would condemn him regardless of Draco, just because of his sexual orientation.

Only Neville and Ginny stayed loyal to Harry, and would furnish him with the latest Gryffindor gossip.

The following Saturday, when he woke up in the Room, Harry saw a Wizard Chess set and said to Draco, "Wanna play a game?"

"Ok, but I'll beat you."

"It doesn't matter. Wanna know what is great about chess? You can always start another game and use what you learned in previous ones. You learn from experience and in the beginning the possibilities are endless, a humble pawn can become a queen and be the center of your attack, and you sacrifice pieces - even the important ones - to get what you want at the end. There's an infinity of possible games to be played."

Harry took the leftmost pawn and hefted it in his hand, looking earnestly at Draco.

"It reminds me of what Shakespeare wrote: 'Age cannot whither her, nor custom stale her infinity variety" - said Harry, recalling what he'd read once during the bitter months away from Draco, when he thought he'd lost him forever.

His eyes misted over as he stared intently at Draco, wanting him to read in his eyes his profound, undying love. "I'll never grow tired of your endless diversity, my Dragon."

tbc

Chapter four