Original poster: sakaim Title: Sectumsempra Animi Chapter: 5--Crush Author: </a></b></a>sakaim Word count: 5,305 (this chapter; over 27K overall) Warnings for this chapter: Some smut. Storysummary: Draco Malfoy seeks revenge on Harry Potter for Sectumsempra byuse of a forbidden love potion. Harry is desperately infatuated withDraco, who exploits his newfound power to control and torture hisgreatest archnemesis.
Note: This fic will be finished by the Deathly Hallows release. The soft, haunting sound of a hollow knock ringing on her bedroom doorwas the cause of Narcissa’s awakening from her afternoon catnap, andshe picked herself up from her leather chair by the window. Vanityforced her to inspect her reflection in the full-length mirror thatmust have been five hundred years old, and her hands came up to giveher blonde hair a hearty shake for volume before she strode across theroom to the door. “Hello, Draco,” she whispered with a pleased smile,and she stood aside to gesture him in. “How wonderful to see you today…I’ve been having a nap. This old house exhausts me.”
“Dreadful,isn’t it?” Draco asked with a sneer as he claimed the chair Narcissahad been napping in moments before. He tested it with a light bouncebefore he settled comfortably into the cushion, and he let his gazedrift out the window as his other came up behind him and began toyingwith his hair.
Draco was distracted.
Potter had beentalking about nothing but the raid on the Ministry of Magic, and themore Potter talked about it, the more Draco was curious about whatwould happen. ‘Of course,’ he told himself, ‘it’s not like I want to go or anything…’Surely someone would be killed, and he was too closely tied to peopleon both sides of the war — well, that wasn’t true, really, as he feltno affability towards anyone in the house but Snape — to want towitness any more death. Dumbledore’s fall from the Astronomy Towerstill haunted his dreams, after all.
Only last night, Draco hadwoken up gasping for air and in a desperate panic, moments beforehaving leapt off of the Astronomy Tower in his dream to catchDumbledore before he hit the ground and just… broke. It was too muchfor it to have been real, the phantom sight of Dumbledore’s crumpledform on the ground. Draco had seen it as he and Snape had rushed pastin an attempt to get the hell out of the grounds. His horror had onlybeen intensified when the rustle of sheets beside him told him he wasnot alone, and he’d had his wand in hand before he realised that Potterhad sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night. Quivering andsweating, Draco had lowered his wand and buried his face in his handsto muffle the harsh sounds of sobbing escaping unbidden from his mouth.
Itseemed as though Potter expected him — wanted him, even — to go withthe Order to intercept the raid, and he wondered secretly whether ornot he was desired there so Potter could show off in an attempt toimpress him. Naturally, he had ignored Snape’s plea to give Potter theantidote in favour of letting Potter work himself into a frenzy tryingto lay even a finger on Draco. The finger, and the rest of him, hadbeen consistently denied since five days before, when they had returnedfrom Gringotts. Draco shuddered upon recalling the short possession hewas so sure had actually occurred, and he shut his eyes tightly in disgust.
“Mother,”he began quietly, and he turned his head to the right in order toobserve her as she picked at his hair habitually, “what do you know ofthe upcoming raid?” He valued Narcissa’s opinion as highly as his own,and that was very highly indeed. Also, he knew that she had beeninformed of the raid by Potter, who had come to him three days previousand whispered about how he had gone to Narcissa and spoken to herwithout becoming infuriated for the first time. Draco had wanted tolaugh, but he knew that laughing would only cause Potter to become moreinfatuated with him, and even he had limits.
Narcissa pausedat her son’s inquiry, and she frowned slightly as she looked up andgazed over the courtyard where, weeks before, she had seen Potter andthe Weasley girl kissing — or, she thought, the Weasley girl kissing avery reluctant Potter, his reluctance gaining him several browniepoints in her book — and her son’s obvious jealousy from his bedroomwindow. That day, as she watched her son leaning out of his window witha smile too much like his father’s and Potter reaching, enamoured, forhis hand, she had done a lot of thinking about Draco and the correctcourse of action for him. She thought about the Order of the Phoenixand how kind Potter had been to allow her and Draco to take refuge inhis home, about the endless war and its subtleties that Potter couldnever fully understand, and about the beautiful spark in Potter’s eyesthat made its appearance every time her son walked by him or spoke orsighed. Oh, her son was clever, more so than he knew, and shesecretly applauded him for thinking of a love potion. There was nobetter way to secure a place in the Order’s grasp short of Potter actually falling in love with Draco, and she did not see that happening. Ever.
“Well,I know that it is to occur in two days,” she claimed as she focusedback on the white-gold strands of her son’s hair and ran her nailsthrough it. It was so like his father’s. “I also know that you shouldparticipate, if possible.”
“What?!” Draco demanded, turning around to stare at her full-on, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Why should I? I’m in hiding, Mum. I’m supposed to be, you know… hiding, not running around doing things.I’m spent, thanks.” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned backaround to stare furiously out the window. Were she and Potter in leaguetogether now? He supposed he really had nothing to be concerned overuntil Snape told him he should go, after which he would haveimmediately Apparated with Snape to St. Mungo’s for a check-up.
Narcissasighed at her son, regretting for once that she had raised him to besuch a brat. “Be serious, Draco,” she scolded quietly, having noreserves whatsoever about seizing a pretty lock of Draco’s hair andtugging it sharply. He yelped in shock, and she smiled with pleasure.“Have I got your attention now?”
“Yes, for fuck’s sake! That hurt!”
“Good,”she stated simply, and she moved around the chair to perch precariouslyon the arm. “If you accompany the Order when they go, you will not beso suspicious to them any longer. If you fall… out of favour withPotter… then it is very likely that, as you stand now, you will be castout if your little plot backfires. I am completely shocked that Mad-Eyehasn’t tried to murder you yet over this little love potionfiasco…Severus told me everything, Draco, and I agree with him. Youneed to give Potter the antidote, but I think you should wait untilyou’ve gained the Order’s trust. It’s crucial that they don’t kick usout of here, Draco.”
Draco frowned at her and crossed his arms, staring blankly out the window. “Are you going to go fight, Mother?”
Narcissapaused, looking at her son for a few long moments then nodding almostsolemnly. “Yes. I must earn my keep as well.” The dirty look Draco shother made her smile, and she patted his shoulder. “That doesn’t work onme, little love. I taught it to you, remember?”
Draco scowled.
Harry’sheart was pounding in his chest, thumping so hard against his ribs thatit hurt, as he approached Draco’s bedroom door at the end of thecorridor. He swallowed hard and leaned against the wall just outsidethe room, trying to properly gather himself before he even thoughtabout going to see Draco.
These feelings for Draco madeabsolutely no sense, but he was not so concerned over that. He burnedpainfully for Draco every time he heard his voice, every time he saweven a glimpse of him, every time he was mentioned, but he had neverhad these sorts of urges with anyone else. He thought about Ginny,about Cho, and he shuddered, sickened at the thoughts. They were in thepast now, and they were not — and had never been — Draco.
Itwas, however, increasingly obvious that Draco did not feel like thistowards him, and that flayed him more than anything. Every angry glare,every harsh word, lashed painfully against Harry’s heart, and he wantedto fall to his knees even thinking about it. “Fuck,” he gasped, and hepunched the wall in anguish. Why didn’t Draco love him? Why?
Thenext day was the scheduled raid of the Ministry, and Harry needed Dracothere, but he knew that even asking would be futile. Draco would wantnothing to do with it, nothing to do with helping Harry fight, becauseas much as Harry liked to believe he was, he knew Draco was still anutter bastard. ‘A loveable utter bastard,’ he thought to himselfgrimly, and he sighed. Wanting to actually speak with Draco instead ofjumping him, he turned to the bedroom door and cleared his throat a bitbefore he knocked quietly. There was no answer, which he took to meanthat he was allowed inside, and so he opened the door and crept insidebefore closing it again. It would not do for Ron or Hermione to knowthat he was there.
Draco’s eyes shot open when the door opened,but he did not sit up when he saw Potter silhouetted in the dim lit ofthe corridor, and he let his eyes close again. He had actually fallenasleep after several hours of attempting, and so Potter’s intrusionannoyed the hell out of him. What right did he have to just barge inlike that? He supposed that it was Potter’s house, after all,and he huffed into his pillow, ignoring the dip of the mattress whenPotter slipped between the blankets and cuddled up to him. He felt ahand on his hip, and he realised with a sickening jolt that he haddecided to sleep in the nude.
Harry noticed this, too, and heswallowed thickly, all rational thought wiped from his mind. “O-oh,” hewhispered, and he felt something icy-hot shoot through his veins asDraco rolled onto his back to glare at him in the dark. The glare wasnot painful, however, but arousing as all hell, and Harry’scock was immediately straining to burst through his old pyjama pants.He heard Draco fumbling with something on the nightstand, and heblinked as an oil lamp was lit, spilling soft golden light over them.It played with the shadows on Draco’s face, and Harry felt a few dropsof pre-come squeeze from the tip of his erection and soak into thethreadbare fabric of his pyjama pants. “Oh, Merlin…” He took his bottomlip between his teeth and chewed.
Draco blinked at him in the light and saw the incredible restraint Potter was exercising. He could see the needin those green eyes, and he felt himself smirking, felt himselfreaching up to brush a lock of Potter’s hair away from his scar, and heshivered in disgust with himself at the first heated coils of arousaltwisting in his stomach. Potter just looked so vulnerable, so</i>in need</i> of him, and he liked that more than hewanted to admit to himself. “Does it hurt, Potter?” he asked inbreathless tones. “Is it painful not touching me?”
Harry nearlycame on himself when Draco hand touched his hair, and he spread hislegs as though the touch had been between them instead of on his head.“Yes,” he hissed, and he gave a startled gasp when Draco slid hisfingers down and onto his cheek. Draco had not touched him at all sincethey had snogged that day after the Gringotts visit, and it had beenabsolute murder for Harry. His cock was now dripping steadily, hispyjamas sporting a growing wet spot near the waistband, and he heardhimself whimpering.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Draco chuckled,loving the fact that he could do this to anyone, let alone Potter, andhe pulled the blanket off of Potter’s legs to have a look. His eyeswidened slightly at the sight of those old trousers clutching Harry’scock, soaking wet with want for him, and he felt his own cock twitch.Harry’s hands were twitching at his sides, and Draco’s eyes flicked upto meet the gaze fixed so intently on him. “Merlin, Potter, don’t youever wank?”
Harry shook his head fiercely. “No, no, no, you,only you,” he moaned, and his eyes rolled in ecstasy when Draco’sfingers reached to pinch one of his nipples.
“And what makesyou think, Potter, that I’ll ever have anything to do with that cock ofyours, hm?” Harry was trembling fiercely now, for Draco’s hands werepushing away the cloth of his pyjamas and exposing his nudity. He hadnever seen so much pre-ejaculate in his life, and he watched as hiscock pushed out drop after drop in a constant rhythm so that thedroplets were chasing one another down his shaft. Draco seemed in aweof it as well, and he grabbed one of Harry’s hands, pushing it down soHarry would touch himself, but Harry resisted and shook his head. “Youreally mean only me, don’t you?” Draco snorted, and he was pleased whenHarry nodded enthusiastically. His cock was a deep purple andcompletely rigid, and he knew that he would come the moment Dracotouched him there… If Draco would touch him, that was.
“Please,”he gasped, feeling drunk, and he was shocked when Draco leaned right upand kissed him. He felt incredibly light-headed as Draco’s mouth openedover his, tongue stabbing into his mouth and fucking it desperately ashe climbed on top of Potter. As he did so, he was quite unaware as towhy he was doing so, knowing only that he was hornier than he had everbeen before and that he wanted to do something about it.
Harrywrithed beneath him, his arms sliding up to wrap around Draco’s neck asDraco’s hands unbuttoned his pyjama shirt. Every tiny brush of Draco’sfingertips against the skin of his chest seared through him, and hetore his mouth away to gasp at the ceiling. Draco bit his chin andgrowled before he moved to nibble at the hollow of Harry’s throat,sending violent tremors down Harry’s spine. “I love you, Draco… I…nnngh…”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Trying to ruin it, Potter?” hesnorted, and he felt Harry chuckling beneath him. He felt himselfsmiling —really smiling— for the first time in a year as he pushedHarry’s shirt to the side and pressed a kiss to his bellybutton,causing Harry to squirm with pleasure, and he seized Harry’s hip,squeezing it. “Is this all you think about, Potter?”
“No,” Harrybreathed, causing Draco to pause, and he lifted up on his elbows, hisbottom lip red and moist from being chewed on so fiercely. “It’s notall I think about… I think about the first time you’ll tell me you loveme, or the first time you’ll fuck me, or when we tell Ron and Hermionethat we’re moving in together.” He closed his eyes and smiled at hisfantasies.
Draco stared at him sardonically, one eyebrow hikedup into his hair, but he kept his mouth shut and merely shook his head.“You’re pathetic, Potter…”
“Yeah…”
They looked at oneanother and began to laugh, but then Draco’s hand was sliding betweenHarry’s legs and Harry was arching his back and keening. Just when hethought he was going to come, Draco’s hand disappeared again, and Harrywhined before sitting up and staring with wide eyes as Draco strippedcompletely naked, exposing every inch of milky white flesh in the lightof the oil lamp. Draco grinned at him, giving him a soft wink before hegrabbed Harry’s hand and placed it on his cock.
Harry marvelledat the feel of Draco in his hand, and he began to stroke it cautiously.He gained confidence as Draco spread his legs wantonly and pinched hisown nipple in response, eyes shining as he let his head fall back.Harry’s eyes wandered, taking in the sight of the heavy cock in hishand and the tight sac beneath, the shock of tight golden curlstrailing down from a bellybutton that protruded slightly from Draco’sstomach. Harry had never seen a bellybutton like Draco’s before, and hereached down to try to push it back into Draco’s stomach, but Dracoyelped and swatted his hand away. “Ticklish,” Harry heard him mutter,and he grinned up at him before he nodded to the drawer where he knewDraco kept his lubrication.
Draco reached over and pulled thejar out, handing it over to Potter and letting himself fall backluxuriously against the pillows. Harry reached down and gave his owncock a hard squeeze to keep from coming at the sight, and he moanedsoftly before he unscrewed the lid of the jar and coated his fingers inthe lube before he set to jerking Draco off in earnest.
Itshocked Harry how quickly he had Draco moaning and bucking his hipsinto Harry’s hand, and with a final twist of Harry’s hand around thehead of Draco’s cock, Draco was coming hard and fast in his hand, eyessqueezed tightly closed and hips a full six inches off of the mattress.Right before he came, he reached over to seize Harry’s dripping cock,and in the middle of his orgasm, he could hear Harry screaming his nameand feel copious jets of semen —both his own and Harry’s— shooting overhis chest. He opened his eyes and watched Harry’s face, contorted inrapture, and he moaned at the sight of him.
When Harry wasfinished, he shakily grabbed Draco’s wand from the nightstand and wavedit over Draco’s come-covered chest. When the mess was gone, he gave aviolent shiver and collapsed onto Draco’s chest, clutching tightly tohim and sighing, sated. “Nnnn, fuck,” he whispered, and he grinned upat Draco, who looked exhausted. “Sorry I woke you up…”
Dracoblinked down at him and shrugged. “S’all right. Took me forever to goto sleep anyway,” he murmured, and he let his left hand rest on theback of Harry’s head while his right hand extinguished the oil lamp.“You staying in here tonight, Potter?” He found that, in his advancedexhaustion, he did not mind so much if Harry wanted to stay with him.After all, it wasn’t as though he took up much room in the bed, hethought, and he got comfortable when Harry slid up and buried his headin against Draco’s neck. “I’ll take that as a yes, then?”
“Mhmm,”Harry mumbled, and he rested his hand, open and face-down, on Draco’sstomach. As he was drifting off, he gave a jolt as he realised why hehad come into Draco’s bedroom in the first place. “Baby?”
“Don’t ever call me that again, Potter,” Draco grumbled from the pillow.
“Sorry.”Harry nibbled on one of his fingernails nervously, and he cleared histhroat. “Draco, are you going to fight tomorrow? With me?”
Draco’seyes opened and he stared up at the ceiling in the dark, thestreetlight outside lighting the room just enough that he could makeout that the ceiling was textured somehow. Would he fight with theOrder tomorrow? He thought of what his mother had said, that when hegave Potter the antidote for the love potion, Potter would kick him outunless he had the Order’s trust. She would be fighting, she had said,and he knew that, in her head, it had been a challenge to him. “I’llgo,” he finally claimed, and he shifted under Harry’s weight. “But notfor you. For me. Go to sleep, Potter.”
Harry lifted his head andlooked up into Draco’s face for a moment. Their eyes met in the dark,and Harry leaned up to kiss Draco, but Draco shook his head and turnedhis head away. “Sleep.” Harry sighed softly and nodded, curling back upto Draco and closing his eyes.
Draco was paralysed with fear.
Hewas standing in the middle of the second floor of the Ministry ofMagic, his back pressed against the wall across from the door of theAuror Office and his wand raised in defence. Death Eaters were swarmingthe area, and more than once, Draco had narrowly missed curses hurledat him by the same men he used to be obliged to indulge at dinnerparties. “Malfoy,” he heard spat at him by Rodolphus Lestrange, and hehad been so terrified for his life in that moment that he had cast thefirst spell that came to mind—Sectumsempra. Rodolphus had fallento the floor, bleeding so heavily that the bottom of Draco’s robes wasdripping when he fled in the opposite direction.
He had notseen Potter in an hour. Everything was a blur, and he knew that heshould not have come, that he should not have agreed to come to thisfucking battle, because he had no idea what he was doing. He had neverbeen any good at duelling his classmates, much less Death Eaters, andwhen a bright blue curse was hurled at him suddenly, he screamed andhit the floor, clutching his stomach and moaning. He saw a flash ofMacnair’s face and choked as he spat up a mouthful of blood.
“Draco!”
Potter’svoice was like a church bell in the midst of the apocalypse, and helifted his head to see Potter running for him. He grabbed Draco’s armand hauled him to his feet, causing Draco to scream, but he ignored itand pulled Draco down the corridor. “What are you doing down here?Merlin, you could have been fucking killed!” Harry was gasping as hepulled Draco into the elevator. He smacked the ‘close doors’ button asfast as he could, and he hit the Emergency Stop button once theelevator began to fly downward.
Draco was moaning in agony, andhe whimpered as Harry helped him to lie down on the floor. “Let mesee,” Harry whispered, his hands shaking as they pulled Draco’s robesup over his stomach and ripped his shirt open. Draco heard him gag, andhe lifted his head to see a blossoming purple bruise spreading likespilled ink over his stomach. His grey eyes rolled back ominously, buthe fought for consciousness and clutched one of Harry’s hands as Harrybegan to whisper something over him.
“Am I all right?” he moanedwhen the whispering stopped, but he saw tears in Harry’s eyes, and thecolour drained from his face. “Potter, goddamn it, am I all right?!” Panic was lacing through his rational thought, and he felt himself begin to shake.
“Ic-can’t fix it all…Fuck, Malfoy, why didn’t I pay more attention whenlearning this?!” Harry growled, and he punched the elevator floor.“Look, I… I did what I could, and it should keep you stable… for n-now…Draco…” He looked up, hearing some explosion above, and he took a deepbreath to steady himself. “Voldemort’s not here, Draco…it’s only DeathEaters, but… I’m going to find Bellatrix Lestrange and kill her.”
Draco’sfirst thought was that Bellatrix was his aunt, but he shook thatthought out of his head and winced as he sat up. He looked down at hisstomach, pleased to see that the bruise was drastically shrunken, thenlooked up into Harry’s eyes. “Kill her, then,” he coughed, and heclosed his eyes when Harry shifted closer and touched his hair. “Forfuck’s sake, Potter, would you get out there? I’m the least importantperson in this building…”
“Shut up!” Harry hissed, and he kissedDraco lightly before he helped him to his feet and hit the EmergencyStop button again. The elevator lurched into motion and stopped on thefourth floor, the doors sliding open. Harry was prepared for anonslaught of curses when they did, but there was no one there. Thelights were blinking ominously, and Draco swallowed hard as theystepped together out into the corridor. The elevator doors closedagain, and the boys pressed against the wall, sliding sideways down itin case the elevator brought someone to their floor.
A snap inthe distance made Draco give a horrible start, and he nearly droppedhis wand as Harry leapt into the middle of the corridor and hurled acurse through the darkness. “What are you doing?” Draco hissed in shock. “You’ll give away our position!” The elevator dingedbehind them, and Draco whipped painfully around, wand held high, to seeseveral Order members stumble out of it, including his mother. She sawthe pained expression on his face and nodded to him, but she did not goto him, and he shrank back against the wall.
Harry’s hex fizzledagainst a wall at the end of the corridor, it seemed, and Harry wasjust about to breathe a sigh of relief when four figures in blackcloaks and white masks suddenly appeared before them. Tonks andNarcissa stepped up beside Harry, who nodded to them without glancingat them, and the duel began.
The corridor was lit with hexes.The elevator kept going and coming, bringing both Death Eaters andOrder members alike, often both in the same load, and there wereseveral dead bodies, motionless and unmarked, lying on the elevatorfloor. Draco could not see any Order members, and for that he was glad,but he knew that he was looking at the bodies of people who had helpedto raise him, and he ached slightly. Narcissa did not seem a bit fazedby the fact that she was duelling with people she had known for years,many years, and Draco watched his mother with nothing short of awe asshe murdered Rosier. She never had liked him.
Harry was doingeverything he could to keep the Death Eaters away from Draco ,who wasthe only person not fighting. He seemed transfixed, and Harry knew why—Draco knew these people and, as Dumbledore had said, Draco was not akiller. Bellatrix stepped into view, her mask shattered or discarded,and she grinned nastily at Harry. “Oh, look!” she squealed in mockdelight, and she clapped her hands together. “It’s baby Potter, come tosave the day! How delightful!” She giggled and saw Draco pressedagainst the wall, and she pouted. “Dwaco,” she called in her babyvoice, and she fluttered her eyelashes when her nephew looked sharplyat her. “Dwaco, what’re you doing? Did baby Potter pwomise to pwotectyou? How sweet!”
Harry snarled and threw a hex Draco recognisedas the hex that had hit him in the stomach earlier, and Bellatrixdodged it with a playful giggle. “Is that the best we’ve got, Potter?How about you, Dwaco?” She aimed her wand at Harry, giggled, thenshouted, “Avada Kedavra!” Her wand, however, had moved justbefore the spell was cast, and Draco’s eyes widened as the blindinggreen Unforgivable was hurled at him.
It was as though the spellwas cast in slow motion for Harry, and when the incantation washalf-cast, he realised that it was being aimed at Draco, hisDraco. Eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth to scream beforethe potion took hold of him and he grabbed the nearest person to himand shoved them in the line of the spell. Anyone but Draco, anyone but Draco!
Narcissa’seyes widened as she saw her sister cast the ultimate Unforgivabletowards her son, and when she felt Harry’s hands on her, sheunderstood. She let him push her, let him shove her into the spell’spath, and she heard Draco’s screams ringing in her ears when she died.The world seemed to snap quickly back to its proper time signature, andDraco flung himself to the floor, to his mother’s side to shake her andyell at her. Harry’s body was buzzing with emotion, and he turned tolook at Bellatrix, who was staring with wide-eyed horror at what shehad done. Before Harry could cast anything at her, there was a flash ofPeruvian Darkness Powder, and the Death Eaters were gone.
Narcissawas placed on the couch in the den of number twelve, Grimmauld Place byHarry’s shaking arms. Her face in death was set, resolute, and as Harryinspected it for the very first time, he realised how very much Dracofavoured her. They had the same nose, the same white-blond hair, thevery same complexion…Harry hung his head and lifted one of her coldhands, bringing it to his lips. “I’m sorry, Narcissa,” he choked, andhe felt tears pricking his eyes. He had killed her, really, notBellatrix. Draco would never, ever forgive him.
He could hearDraco’s voice as the door to the den opened, and Harry registered thatit sounded terrified. He looked up from Narcissa’s frozen face to seeRemus and Tonks standing there with Draco between them, his eyes wideand sunken and his skin a pale green colour. Remus was looking gravelyat Harry, his eyebrows furrowed, and he released his hold on Draco’sshoulder. “Go on, Draco,” he whispered, and he felt rather than sawDraco’s tremor.
Draco was not sure what spurred him to moveacross the room, but his feet were moving nonetheless, and he swallowedhard as he knelt beside Potter to gaze at the dead face of his mother.Narcissa, to whom his last words had been punctuated with a sneer.“Mum,” he breathed, and he felt Harry’s hand move to touch his lowerback, and something inside of him audibly snapped. Grey eyes weresuddenly narrowed, and he leapt back from Harry. “You! You killed her, you son of a bitch!”he screeched, and he felt his hands fumbling for his wand. He found itand jerked it out of his robes, aiming it steadily at Harry andsnarling like a dog. “Why did you kill her, Potter?! Why?!”
MollyWeasley bustled into the room and seized Draco from behind, snatchinghis wand from him. Draco was screaming hoarsely now, no words formingfrom the onslaught of sound, and Harry felt the scream cutting into hisvery soul. He seized his chest and gasped for air, his left handreaching out for Draco, needing to touch him. Memories of the nightbefore flooded his head, memories of he and Draco laughing together andDraco suddenly rolling on top of him and kissing him and smiling, andhe knew, he knew, that it would never happen again. “I-I…”
“NOEXCUSES!” Draco shrieked, and he wrestled himself out of Molly’s arms.He was on his feet, eyes glued to Harry, and there was a moment whereeveryone in the room, including Draco, was sure that he would flinghimself at Harry. Instead, for the second time since they had known oneanother, Harry watched as Draco’s eyes were suddenly drowning in tears,and he felt himself sobbing with Draco’s pain as he rose to his feet aswell.
“I just wanted to sa—”
“I DON’T CARE!” Draco shookhis head fiercely and began to back away, suddenly turning and fleeingto his room. The sound of the door slamming shook the house, and Harrycrumpled to the floor.