Hold My Hand

Chapter Thirty-Five- Draco Is Gay and Angry (AKA HOMOcidal)

Harry had no idea why Draco had sent him down first, but he had been quietly standing at the bottom of the stairs for about fifteen seconds now and he was considering Apparating away.

Vernon glared at him. "Where's your faggot boyfriend?" he growled.

"Right here!" came a singsong voice and Harry looked up and Draco was on fire.

Literal fire. Maybe not his whole body, but his shoes were and he had a strange glowing shape of fire above his head that looked suspiciously like devil horns, and his shoes were burning the stairs and leaving a literal trail of fire in his wake. Oh, and he was wearing leather.

He looked like an angel sent straight from Hell, and the wicked smirk he sent Vernon sent chills down Harry's spine.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, and all the fire vanished, but the burn stains on the stairs remained.

"So I noticed you didn't call us down for dinner," he said, his smile odd and unsettling. "Why is that?" 

Vernon was sputtering and choking on his words. Petunia glared coldly. 

"Because we don't want you here," she replied.

"Well too bad. I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm going to make your life a living hell." Draco sat in Vernon's seat and grabbed a plate. "Harry, do sit down."

I'm here and queer and full of fear, Harry thought before moving toward the table.

Vernon's hand clamped down on his shoulder and Christ, Harry's whole body jerked away from him in response.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon growled.

Draco flew out of his seat faster than Harry thought possible, and then Vernon was on the floor, Draco on top of him.

"If you ever," he accentuated his point by pointing his wand at Vernon's throat. "-touch Harry again-" he cast a curse that had Vernon suddenly screaming. "-so help me God, I will torture you beyond belief and despite Harry's foolish choice to keep you alive I will kill you."

Vernon was still yelling, even after Draco pulled away and undid his curse.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he roared, standing angrily, face red.

"No," Draco hissed, voice full of malice and sin, and if Harry didn't know him better, in that moment he would think Draco was the Devil.

"I will raise hell upon this house, and when we leave, I will burn it down, and whether I decide to burn you with it depends entirely on your ability to shut the fuck up and be a half-decent human being," Draco continued coldly. "I will destroy your possessions, and you better pray I don't destroy you too, because the way I destroy is slow and painful and merciless and you will beg me to kill you. I will murder you and your family without a second thought if you even consider touching Harry again, and that goes for you bitches too," he said, spinning to face Petunia and Dudley. "Petunia Dursley, I swear to God I will burn you every way I can possibly find, so you can get a taste of how hot my anger is. And Dudley, I'm going to hang you upside down from the wall and flood your house and watch you slowly drown and then, and the last second, I'm going to let you breathe, and then I'm going to do it again."

Draco smiled brightly, a contrast to his terrifying tone, and sat back down. "Harry, please, have some dinner."

Harry was grinning at this point, and he sat next to Draco, grabbing some food. Draco smiled at him.

"Did I go too far?" he whispered shyly, worry in his eyes.

"It was a little scary, but seeing you so protective is kinda hot so I guess not."