Marked For Destiny

Tears & Heartbreak

Draco had held himself very proudly and surely in front of everyone, but if truth be told, he was a nervous wreck.  He was falling apart, and he hated the feeling.  A Malfoy was raised to not have feelings, but even he knew that those values had left the nest the day that Harry had come to visit.  He had felt the beginning of something, and although he didn't know what it was at the time, he welcomed it.  And he was glad he had done so.  Now, knowing that it was love, and sorrow for what Harry had been through, and most of all self hate, he couldn't contain his outrage.  As soon as they entered the room he shook his hand out from Harry's, ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Harry, bewildered at this behavior shook his head, trying to make sense of it all.  He placed his hand on the closed door, and could feel the self loathing coming from his mate.  "Oh Draco", he sighed.  "None of this is your fault Boo, please come out", he pleaded.  "Go away Harry, I'm a terrible person.  And a coward.  You know this, just leave me be", he cried out.  But Harry's heart was filled with so much love for this man, he would never just leave him be.  He would help him get through this.  And past it.  He felt the pain that was cursing through Draco, and he knew that his lover needed him.  Even if he didn't want to admit it.  So he said a silent spell to open the door, and found Draco sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them.  Crying his heart out.

Crying for the way he had hurt Harry.  Crying for the way that he had been so absorbed in his pride, that he had never seen a broken boy, begging for words of endearment.  Not that he would have given them, he was a Malfoy.  But at least he wouldn't have been an arsehole.  He was sobbing into his arms, when Harry went to sit down next to him.  He pulled Draco to him, and held him for what seemed like forever.  He put his fingers on Draco's chin, and tilted his head upwards.  Looking into those silver eyes, was pure heaven, but Harry knew that Draco didn't need sex right now.  He needed love.

Harry heaved him up, and walked him to the bed.  They lay down together, Draco still sobbing in his arms, with fresh tears staining his face.  He was so sorry, and he didn't know how to tell Harry.  His heart was breaking.  At the fact that Harry had been abused.  At the fact that he had only just found out about it.  But mostly because everyone knew it now as well.  Not even his friends had known.  And what did that tell you about Harry.  He wasn't one to burden others with his problems.  They didn't speak for what felt like hours.  Harry kept holding onto his mate, and showering him with soft kisses on his blond hair and his soft face.

Eventually Draco looked up, all cried out and put his hand on Harry's cheek.  Harry turned to look at him, and smiled.  They had calmed each other, with no words and they understood that this would never be addressed again.  "I love you so fucking much Harry, it hurts", said Draco.  Harry rolled onto his side, and leaned on his elbow, just looking at Draco.  "I know Boo.  I love you too.  My heart wants to burst every time I look at you.  When we aren't together, I feel cold, like something has been ripped from my chest", he replied.  And then Draco leaned forward and gave Harry a deep kiss.  He wanted to put all his feelings into the kiss, and so he groaned when Harry kissed him back.  Harry pulled Draco towards him, kissing him back with all that he was, and when the kiss ended, they fell asleep in each other's arms, drained from the day that they had had.

Upstairs, Dumbledore, Snape and Mcgonagall were getting ready to leave.  They had other matters to attend to, and were thankful that once again, they had experienced what Harry had to offer.  They would wait to hear from Harry regarding the trial and offered their services in any way possible.  Teary eyed, and tired had them spent.

Pansy and Blaise were still feeling the emotions that they had been having earlier.  They still couldn't understand how people could be treated as such, and hated muggles right from the beginning.  It was unfair really, that Harry had to go through so much shit in his life, but in the end, he had gained so much.  They rather thought that if the end result were to be Draco, he would gladly do it all over again.  And for that they were happy.

Narcissa and Lucius went to the library.  She could see that her husband was troubled and asked him about it.  Lucius was horrified that a magical child had been treated so wrongly.  He wished he had the words to tell her how he was feeling, but he knew that his face said it all.  He was taught from an early age that Malfoys don't have feelings, and here he was, a crying sap because Harry Potter had a shitty childhood.  How come they never knew?  Narcissa held her husband.  What more were they going to find out about Harry?  What more had he had to endure, just to be able to live?  She sat on her husband's lap, and held him while he sobbed.  His crying brought tears to her eyes, and she too was sobbing before long.

Mcgonagall had gone straight to her room.  Tears in her eyes, she slumped in her favorite chair in front of the fire, and rubbed her forehead.  Which was weird, because Mcgonagall never slumped.  She sat down like a lady, thank you.  She never knew.  She had suspected, but she never knew.  Every time she had asked Dumbledore to check if everything was all right, he assured her, that they were.  Why couldn't he stay with a magical family, there were those out there who would have offered him a place in a heartbeat.  But she knew why.

Familial blood wards.  That is what had kept Harry safe all those years.  That is what had prevented Voldemort from getting to him.  Through his mother's sacrifice, but in the end, she wondered who had made the biggest sacrifice of them all.  She was sure it was Harry.

Harry was dreaming.  He heard voices. Loud voices.  And he didn't like it one bit.  Then he opened his eyes, and realized that it was no dream.  He could hear them talking.  His friends.  Hermoine was telling Ron all about the Alpha, and how she had put two and two together, and had come to the conculsion that it was Harry who had to bear that cross.  She told him about Demetri.  About the soul mate, the mark, the branding of the name, and how the Alpha would never stand for defiance.  When the Alpha called you to serve, you listened. 

Her words were kind when she spoke of Harry.  Soft even, and he could hear a faint bit of her knowledge embedded in there too.  As if she had known or suspected that this would come to pass.  Not the Alpha part, but who his soul mate was.  For as she spoke to Ron, Harry could hear her breathing.  And she was crying.  Crying because she loved Ron and didn't want to see him lose his best friend, and crying because she felt relief.  Relief that Harry had finally found what he had been looking for.  "His soul mate is Draco, Ron", she whispered.

He sat up and listened intently, waiting for the outburst from Ron that he knew was going to come.  Only it didn't.  He heard Ron suddenly sobbing.  Hermoine whispering words of comfort that they had to understand and respect the Alpha bond.  How she had always known that they had feelings for each other.  After 6 years of watching them, you tend to pick up on things, she said.  She explained everything, even the last piece of information where Harry had asked them to be a part of his inner circle.  He needed seven, and wasn't that profound?  She was sorry that Harry had to go through yet another thing that he had never signed up for, but really, who better?

Ron's tears were for being such an arsehole to Harry.  For shouting at him for being gay.  He had been raised to know all about the Alpha, and knew that it was the combining of souls that mattered, and he felt shame.  Harry was his best mate, and he had to be there for him.  And by the gods, he would.  He held onto his girlfriend, and said that whatever makes Harry happy, is fine by him.  Even if it is Malfoy.  He would respect the bond, and he would respect the Alpha and his mate.  And the sooner they let Harry know, the better.

Harry got up and fell to his knees.  "Oh gods", he cried out.  So thankful for friends like them, the tears were rolling down his cheeks.  He knew now that nothing would stop him.  Having them by his side made everything so much easier.  And he was so grateful for Hermoine having the knowledge she did.  Clever girl that, realizing even before him, that what he had felt for Draco all those years was not hate.  He looked at his lover.  Fast asleep on his stomach, and felt a sudden rush of love for him. 

And just like that he decided that he would make his lover his husband, and nothing and no one was going to stop him.  There would be no more tears or heartbreak in their lives.  They had had enough of that.