[DISCONTINUED] Voldemort's Heir (Drarry Fan Fic) (boyxboy)

ch 7

(Harry)

“You lose old man.” I flick my wand and slash Lucius across the chest, sending a green snake toward him. He first chokes, and then burns. With a final shriek the monster is dead.

“No! NO NO NO!” Narcissa runs over to her dead husband. I was not expecting that, she didn’t seem particularly loving toward him in life. The Dark Lord steps up to the body; “Harry, you’ve won. Congratulations.”

“No! I don’t accept that!” Narcissa twirls her wand toward me and everything goes black.

“Shit! No, no no no!!! This can’t happen, I have to protect Draco! I . . . I just got him . . . . I didn’t think he loved me, and I just got him! I won’t lose him!!!! Wake up, wake up!!!”

. . . . . . . . . . .

“Harry? Harry please wake up.” A soft hand is holding mine. As I crack my eyes open, Draco looks down, a tear clinging delicately to his eyelashes. I capture it on a finger and hold his cheek.

“We really need to stop doing this.” His laugh sounds like heaven in my ears. I sit up to see that I’m still

“What happened?”

“I . . . I killed her. . . . I mean, she killed herself, but I cast a few spells that made her want to do it, so really I killed her. . . . And the Dark Lord congratulated me. . . . he congratulated me for . . . for murdering my own mother! . . . I . . . I don’t ever want to do that again! I don’t ever want to kill anyone again!” His sobs rack through my chest as he hugs me. He presses his face into my chest.

“Mhh . . . His hair smells like strawberries. . .”

“Wh-what are you smiling for?” He looks up at me, an adorable little pout on his lips.

“Sorry, you just smell good. Don’t worry sweetie, you won’t have to kill anyone, I promise.” I kiss the tip of his nose making him giggle.

“You always make me feel better.” He cuddles into my neck; his eyelashes tickle me as he closes his eyes.

“I love you Draco. You know that right? I love you so much it hurts!” He looks up at me wide eyed; the few remaining tears clinging to his lashes are sparkling like tiny diamonds.

“I love you too Harry. I . . . I never thought I’d hear you say that before. I . . .” He starts crying again, but I know they’re happy tears. I know because I’m crying them too. We hug for a while before I pull him up to his feet.

“Let’s go home, shall we?

He looks up at me confused; “Home?”

“Yes, home. We want you to live with us, mom and I. Did you think we were going to let you live alone in that weird old mansion?” He squeals;

“I’ll go get my stuff!” Running off toward his old house he looks just like a little kid running downstairs for Christmas morning. I sprint after him;

“Wait for me babe!” He waits for me at the door; his grey eyes sparkling. As I reach him he leans in and kisses me. Wrapping an arm around his waist I look into his eyes.

“You are so perfect.” He smiles at me and takes my hand. As we near the house he tense’s up. He grasps my hand with both of his sweaty ones.

“Hey,” I wrap my arm around him; “It’s ok. I’m here. We’ll go in, grab anything you want and leave. Ok?” He nods but he doesn’t look so sure.

“Do you want me to go in for you baby?” He considers for a minute before shaking his head. I’m proud of him for that, he’s obviously scared but he’s going in anyway. Walking through the house I feel a shiver, as if Lucius is watching us. Draco gathers his things and I sit on his bed. I notice a drawer next to his bed is open . . . and I see something interesting inside.

“What is this?” I open the drawer as Draco looks over and starts to blush.

“N-no, don’t!” He reaches to stop me but I’m already looking through it.

“My, my, Draco! Pictures, notes, poems, goodness! Is . . . is this one of my ties?” His cheeks are blazing at this point. I ruffle through the papers; pictures of me, both drawn and photographs litter the collection. There are notes he wrote but never sent me, notes I sent him at school, poems he wrote, and my old green and black striped tie.

“I . . . I wanted the tie . . . and you threw it away, I didn’t steal it! And . . . you’re just so hot!!!! I had to take pictures!!!!! Are . . . are you mad at me?” He almost looks like he’ll cry. I laugh a little and hug him close.

“Of course not! I mean, it’s a little creepy, but it’s also kinda cute. Do me a favor though?” He nods. “Just ask if you can take a picture from now on.” His laughter rings out through the room as he nods.

“Ok, I have everything.”

“You’re not gonna take these?” He reaches for them and starts throwing them away.

“Hey! Don’t do that! I salvage a few of the pictures he drew, notes and the poems.

“Oh come on, put those back!”

“No! You’re a really good artist, and the notes are absolutely adorable!” He blushes again and smiles. The only thing left from the drawer in his hand is one picture. Looking over his shoulder I recognize it; the picture my mom took on our first day at Hogwarts.

“I was finally leaving my father’s house, at least temporarily. And I was going to be with you all the time. I had thought it would be the happiest moment of my entire life; until that night when you said that you loved me.” He sounds almost wistful.

“I was extra happy that day too. I was so mesmerized by you in your robes. You were adorable! And when you kissed me yesterday I . . . I had dreamed of that for years. . . And finally it was happening. I’m just sorry I didn’t react quickly enough. I seriously thought you were going to get yourself killed running through the forest like that.” He laughs at that and kisses my lips.

“Come on, let’s go home.” He takes my hand and we leave the horrible house.

A/N: Short updates lately, I know. But to get to the point, 820 reads!!!! HOLY OH MY JIZZLE!!!!!! And 20 reads? WHAT WHAT?!?!?! Thank you guys!!!!!