Remember This
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Title: Remember This
Author: Caroline (Silverness)
Disclaimer: Property of J.K. Rowling. Made ups are mine.
Beta(s): None
Art Credits: From this point forward, any art you see posted is being credited at my profile.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama/Comedy
Warning(s): slash
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, some Harry/Ginny, some OC/Draco
Year: Post-war. They're in their 20's.
Specifics: Dominant Harry and Submissive Draco
Summary: After the war, Harry loses all his money. His wife, Ginny, mysteriously 'disappears', leaving Harry alone to raise their three wild children. Poor and miserable, he copes through life by depending on alcohol. Draco on the other hand, lives a perfect life (or so he thought) with his greedy fiance -- who only wants him for his money...amongst other things.
When an 'accident' nearly drowns Draco into the sea, he suddenly finds himself being saved by no other than Harry Potter. Draco loses his memory completely -- in fact, so badly that he can't even remember his own name. Harry takes advantage of this rather vengefully.
Author's Notes: This plot bunny just wouldn't leave my head, so I had to get this out. I hope this story will be as enjoyable to write as the others have been. ^_^
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Chapter 2: Not so Perfect
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“Oh, do have more wine, sir. We are certainly not cheap.”
“My husband owns the most expensive manor in the Wizarding world.”
“My goodness, is that the latest robe fashion?”
“Our pureblood kind is dying out. Traitors of our kind keep mingling in with half-bloods or those ruddy mudbloods.”
"Oh Clara...I think that silver is fake!"
And it just went on and on like this throughout the entire day. It was all they ever talked about; wealth, fashion, and blood. Draco hated his mother's festives. Those snobby, old-fashioned women who kept comparing on how they looked...on what they wore. Those so-called sophisticated men that all they did was quarrel over power, blood traitors, and whatnot.
Draco was bored...suffice it to say, and just a bit lonely. No one really talked to him, and when they did, it was only to compliment him on how beautiful he'd been growing lately, or how lucky he was to have found such a perfect fiancé. A ruddy perfect fiancé who only wanted him to spread his legs for him every night.
Richard was his name. Richard Dickens...and what a fitting name for him indeed. This was the man Draco was arranged to marry -- because his parents weren't evil enough to have him marry a woman when they knew about his sexuality. This was apparently something common, and when it did happen, it was settled with a pregnancy potion so that Draco would end up producing an heir.
Draco thought it was ridiculous. He never took the pregnancy potions before an intercourse, and why should he? The last thing he wanted was to be called Draco Dickens and have little Dickens children to show off to everyone. No, he would never. Not with this man, anyway. He didn't deserve this, nor his poor children. Just the thought of spawning an egg or two with Richard made him feel sick to the stomach.
"What are you doing here, mon cherie? You look so alone..." came Richard's silky voice. It was more drawling than concerned.
Draco wanted to whack him for his stupid French accent. Richard wasn't even French, and talking like one didn't suit him. Sighing, he looked away from him. Ignoring him. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
"Come now," Richard insisted. "You can't just sit there looking like a delicate statue in middle of the crowd. Your mother and father have been so worried about you...they think you've been too quiet lately."
Draco sniffed. "Do, they? Well, I'm surprised they've even bothered to notice."
"You're such a moody little pureblood," said Richard in amusement, taking his hand in his and pressing a kiss to the soft skin. He looked up at the silvery eyes, sneering at him. "If you wanted to have some fun, all you had to do was ask. We can take this straight to the bedroom after this."
Draco snatched his hand away, glaring at him. "Stop showing off in front of my parents," he snapped, noticing the warm smile Narcissa gave Richard after she saw him kiss Draco's hand. "And I don't feel like doing anything with you tonight...I'm still sore."
"Awww, did I hurt you too much, honey?" Richard purred, leaning forward so that he could kiss him. Draco turned his face away. "Was all that good, hard pounding that caused you to become so speechless lately? My, my, I'm flattered."
Draco really wanted to slap him, but instead, he stood up to move away. Before he managed to get out of Richard's clutches, he suddenly felt a tug at his arm. Looking up, Richard then grabbed him by the shoulders, flashing him a brilliant smile. Draco raised an eyebrow, but then noticed that the smile was actually meant for his father.
"Ah, Lucius," Richard greeted, his arm slung around Draco's shoulders possessively as he gave him a little bow. "Draco and I were just freshening up a bit. I thought he looked a little lonely, so I decided to keep him some company."
"Oh, he's so kind and noble!" squealed a young woman who passed by, gazing at Richard with the utmost admiration. Richard smiled back, and she squealed again, before running off to her chattery friends. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes," said Lucius, staring back at the odd woman, then reverting back to Richard and his son. "I hope you are both enjoying yourselves. Narcissa...ah, there you are..."
The pretty woman came up next to Lucius, nodding and smiling at them all, tossing her long sheet of blonde hair behind her. "Richard...it really is an honor that we've found a fine man such as yourself to take our son's hand. I'm sure you will make him very happy."
By 'fine', Draco could only assume it had to be because Richard was a Pureblood. There was nothing attractive about his appearance, nor anything about his personality that would draw Draco to him. Richard was about as insignificant to him as any muggle, low life man was. And as for his wealth...no one really knew for sure how much money Richard owned. It was something the dark-haired man kept secret.
"Your words are far too kind, Milady. I will definitely fulfill your wishes and make him the happiest man I could possibly make him. It truly is fate that which has brought me to him, and which has brought him to me. Sometimes I feel as if the war never passed by us when I'm with him. Such a tender love has formed between us. Isn't that right, love?"
He caressed Draco's cheeks with his hands, though his eyes weren't as gentle as his actions. Dark brown eyes that pierced through him threateningly. That look he would give Draco whenever forcing the blonde to agree with him, even when Draco himself didn't want to agree. And Draco did know the consequences of disagreeing with him...Richard didn't really care if they were alone, but in front of his parents, Richard was a completely different person, as was Draco...like a little puppet played by the puppeteer's hands. In Richard's hands.
"Yes," said Draco bitterly, looking down at the ground. He couldn't meet his father's eyes.
"Oh, Draco...why sound so bitter?" Narcissa cooed. "Do you want to take an early leave and head off to bed, sweetie?"
Before Draco could reply, Richard tightened his hand on his shoulder and flashed her another smile. "Yes, yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. Come, Draco...I can warm the water up for you..."
*******
It was deathly quiet as Richard opened the door to their massive bedroom. Draco stood at the doorway, staring at him blankly. "Get in," said Richard coldly.
The air certainly felt colder, and Draco was now wishing he was back at the party...even where it was dull and boring, there were at least people around him. Being alone with Richard was just...
"Sit there, and don't say another word," said Richard in the same icy tone, pointing at one of the large velvety couches. Draco obliged, looking like a mechanical doll as he was ordered around in his own room.
They said nothing to each other, as Richard moved up to the windows and hung down the curtains, blocking out the sunlight and surrounding the entire room in semi-darkness. Richard drew out his wand and pointed it at the door, locking it. He then murmured the Silencing Spell. The more Richard was doing to the room, the more Draco felt trapped.
"Draco...Draco..." said Richard, his voice now mellow and worried. He sat across Draco from the couch, not missing the way the blonde tensed as he did so. "Is it really so hard to even pretend you're enjoying yourself? To act like you're happy with me?"
Figuring that they were alone now and that Draco was able to speak, he quietly said, "I'm not happy with you, Richard. And you know it."
Richard laughed mirthfully. "Was that necessary, mon cherie? I know you're not happy with me...but honestly in all...do you really think I care? You know very well there's nothing special about you...only that you're a good fuck in bed...oh, what's wrong?" he asked, noticing the sad look that appeared on the blonde's face. "Am I being too harsh?"
"Do you think..." he began, climbing on top of Draco and pushing him to lie down on the couch. "Do you think your parents really give a damn on how you feel or whom you marry? Arranged marriage, I tell you," he said, shaking his head.
"Please..." said Draco softly, closing his eyes. "Please get off me."
To Draco's surprise, Richard drew back and stood there, staring at him. A smirk was plastered on his face. "But I'm quite lucky, aren't I? I mean, it's almost as if we're already married. Once you're dead, I win all your fortune. And vice versa. But you wouldn't win much anyway. Your parents really are easy to manipulate."
The colour drained from Draco's face, and he opened his eyes to stare at him. "They...they did that?"
"They will," said Richard matter-of-factly. "But don't worry, my love...it's not like I'm going to kill you or anything. You know how much I love you way too much to go do something cruel like that. And why should I...when I have this..." he pinched Draco's bum, and earned a startled gasp in return. "...to satisfy me."
Draco opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Richard leaned forth and whispered in his ear. "Now be a dear and strip yourself completely. Once you do that, I want you to lie down on the bed on your stomach with your legs spread. All right, love?"
As if an invisible force washed over him, Draco slowly stood up and walked over to the bed with shaky legs. He was about to take off his shirt, when his small hands suddenly froze and curled on his chest, almost protectively, as he glanced back at Richard uncertainly.
"What is it?" Richard spat. "What...you expect me to undress you or something? You know very well I don't do making love, so just get to it, and fast, because I have something demanding attention."
"Harry..." said Draco sadly, tightening his hands over his chest.
"What?" said Richard, startled. "Potter? He's not here, fuckwit. Last we heard of him was that he was living quite happy with that red-head female Weasley and their countless children..."
"Harry..." Draco repeated brokenly.
Richard went up to him and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him close to his face. "That better not be the name I hear you scream tonight," he snarled, before roughly shoving Draco to the bed.
*******
"Oi, Potter! You better pay your bills this week, or you'll end up living in the wild!"
"I know, Marshall, I know," said Harry irritably. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and threw the large shovel aside. His back was burnt from staying out in the sun, working for so long.
"Well if you do, then why don't you just pay them?!" the short man snapped. "I mean, I can't live my life on your back all the time to remind you to do it! Take some responsibility for yourself!"
"If I had the damn money, then I would!" Harry shot at him. "Now quit pestering me and let me finish my job! I have 6 hours to go, get home, and make sure my kids get some food!"
"You forgot to add 'shower' into that..." another man mumbled.
"What was that?" Harry turned to him, eyes flaring.
"Nothing," said the man quickly, returning back to work.
Harry really didn't know what the man was complaining about...they all smelled of dirt and sweat. They all did this same, loathing job of bulldozing, digging, construction, and building. They all spent hours under the blazing heat of the sun, turning out looking burnt as hell by the end of the day.
It was indeed...a horrid job. And the wages weren't all that great either. So why...would one ask...would the great Harry Potter, the Hero that finally defeated Lord Voldemort -- end up in such a terrible condition, and not drowning in riches? Why wasn't that he had men and women throwing themselves at his feet? Why did he end up as a drunkard...killing himself on Fridays and Saturdays with the damn alcohol, and not out receiving free meals and drinks from his admirers? How did he end up so pathetic?
The answer to it all: Ginny.
The woman he thought he had fallen in love with, the woman he married after the war, the woman he had three children with. The woman who one day disappeared without a trace, nor so much as a hint on whether she was alive or not.
His money also disappeared...the entire thing. All he had was pocket money from where to restart his life. So he sold the gorgeous house they had bought in Hogsmeade, and bought this old, rotten, falling to pieces shack on some abandoned coast on some muggle island he didn't even know well. All he knew was that there was a school for his kids to go to, and a place for him to work.
He rarely kept in contact with his friends, and when he did, it was usually Ron...who came over on Fridays and they would both leave to the pubs to get drunk off their arses. And he would be so hung over the next morning, that when he got back home, he would hardly recognize his kids, and stumble straight to his dirty, moldy, dried semen couch and sleep the rest of the day.
That's how pathetic Harry Potter had become.
He hardly had any memories of the war, or so he told himself -- so he wouldn't have to remember all the deaths and pain he had faced. Ron was actually his closest friend...Hermione was living off somewhere in France for business. She was probably making good money, and he wondered if even Malfoy would dare insult her now that she was almost as wealthy and powerful as him.
Malfoy.
The blonde was very strange at the end of the war. Course, Harry was too stupid to notice it, but even now, he couldn't help but wonder what brought about him to act so odd. He remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday...
He had been in a Wizarding court room, watching as the Death Eaters awaited their fates. Some were free, others had a lifetime sentence. And others were taken to the Dementors. Malfoy was one of the few that managed to get free...one of the few that didn't actually kill nor torture anyone.
He remembered the happiness in Malfoy's face after he had found out he was free. He remembered how Malfoy went searching for him, after the trial. He remembered how Malfoy beamed when he spotted him, his cheeks pink as he opened his mouth to speak to Harry.
"Harry...I'm free! I'm free!"
Harry shrugged, not bothering to notice the first name terms. "Yeah...good for you, Malfoy."
The pink was still on Malfoy's cheeks, and he was looking a little shy all the sudden. "Thanks," he said softly. "I...I was wondering -- do you want to go out and celebrate? We can have dinner...my treat."
"Er..." said Harry uncertainly. "I don't think this would exactly be a celebration. And besides, I have a date with Ginny tonight, Malfoy."
"Oh," said Malfoy. "Then maybe tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
Ginny was suddenly next to him, hooking an arm around his elbow. "Harry, I've been looking all over for you! Remember the wedding plans? At this rate, we'll never get married if we keep going to these stupid court trials."
"Of course I do, love," said Harry, cupping her face with his hand and kissing her passionately.
He had nearly forgotten Malfoy was there, as he left him and guided Ginny out of the court house. He glanced back at him...and it was that one last glance that he last saw Malfoy...standing there in the middle of the court room as people moved about, a wounded look on his face as his body trembled.
That was the last time Harry had seen him.
"What the hell, Potter, are you listening to me?!"
"Huh?" said Harry distractedly, looking up at the person who spoke to him.
"Quit day dreaming and get to work!"
*******
Richard threw the blanket off him, and sat up to glare at the blonde. Draco was curled up on the side of the bed, completely nude, shivering without the warmth of the blankets over him as he sniffed softly.
"Oh, quit crying already!" said Richard irritably. "You honestly didn't expect me to be gentle, did you?"
"You never are..." Draco whispered.
Richard grunted, and moved up to him, stroking the sore cheeks he had been abusing. The contrast of the pale compared to the bright pink made it seem even more painful. "You'll grow to love it. With time, you'll forget all about wanting gentle sex."
Draco whimpered at the touch, and felt Richard press up behind him, making a slicking noise that sounded suspiciously like he was about to enter Draco again. Richard did, pushing inside past the tight walls as they reluctantly clamped around his member.
"We're going on a boat trip tomorrow," said Richard smoothly. "You're going to have a lot of fun, and you're going to tell your parents that you can't wait to go. That you're just dying to go. Do you understand me?"
Draco barely gasped out a 'yes' before Richard proceeded to pounding him.
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A/N: Dear Merlin, I didn't think I would ever get this chapter posted! Well...now here it is, and I would love to know what you think of it so far. ^_^
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Title: Remember This
Author: Caroline (Silverness)
Disclaimer: Property of J.K. Rowling. Made ups are mine.
Beta(s): None
Art Credits: From this point forward, any art you see posted is being credited at my profile.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama/Comedy
Warning(s): slash
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, some Harry/Ginny, some OC/Draco
Year: Post-war. They're in their 20's.
Specifics: Dominant Harry and Submissive Draco
Summary: After the war, Harry loses all his money. His wife, Ginny, mysteriously 'disappears', leaving Harry alone to raise their three wild children. Poor and miserable, he copes through life by depending on alcohol. Draco on the other hand, lives a perfect life (or so he thought) with his greedy fiance -- who only wants him for his money...amongst other things.
When an 'accident' nearly drowns Draco into the sea, he suddenly finds himself being saved by no other than Harry Potter. Draco loses his memory completely -- in fact, so badly that he can't even remember his own name. Harry takes advantage of this rather vengefully.
Author's Notes: This plot bunny just wouldn't leave my head, so I had to get this out. I hope this story will be as enjoyable to write as the others have been. ^_^
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Chapter 2: Not so Perfect
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“Oh, do have more wine, sir. We are certainly not cheap.”
“My husband owns the most expensive manor in the Wizarding world.”
“My goodness, is that the latest robe fashion?”
“Our pureblood kind is dying out. Traitors of our kind keep mingling in with half-bloods or those ruddy mudbloods.”
"Oh Clara...I think that silver is fake!"
And it just went on and on like this throughout the entire day. It was all they ever talked about; wealth, fashion, and blood. Draco hated his mother's festives. Those snobby, old-fashioned women who kept comparing on how they looked...on what they wore. Those so-called sophisticated men that all they did was quarrel over power, blood traitors, and whatnot.
Draco was bored...suffice it to say, and just a bit lonely. No one really talked to him, and when they did, it was only to compliment him on how beautiful he'd been growing lately, or how lucky he was to have found such a perfect fiancé. A ruddy perfect fiancé who only wanted him to spread his legs for him every night.
Richard was his name. Richard Dickens...and what a fitting name for him indeed. This was the man Draco was arranged to marry -- because his parents weren't evil enough to have him marry a woman when they knew about his sexuality. This was apparently something common, and when it did happen, it was settled with a pregnancy potion so that Draco would end up producing an heir.
Draco thought it was ridiculous. He never took the pregnancy potions before an intercourse, and why should he? The last thing he wanted was to be called Draco Dickens and have little Dickens children to show off to everyone. No, he would never. Not with this man, anyway. He didn't deserve this, nor his poor children. Just the thought of spawning an egg or two with Richard made him feel sick to the stomach.
"What are you doing here, mon cherie? You look so alone..." came Richard's silky voice. It was more drawling than concerned.
Draco wanted to whack him for his stupid French accent. Richard wasn't even French, and talking like one didn't suit him. Sighing, he looked away from him. Ignoring him. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
"Come now," Richard insisted. "You can't just sit there looking like a delicate statue in middle of the crowd. Your mother and father have been so worried about you...they think you've been too quiet lately."
Draco sniffed. "Do, they? Well, I'm surprised they've even bothered to notice."
"You're such a moody little pureblood," said Richard in amusement, taking his hand in his and pressing a kiss to the soft skin. He looked up at the silvery eyes, sneering at him. "If you wanted to have some fun, all you had to do was ask. We can take this straight to the bedroom after this."
Draco snatched his hand away, glaring at him. "Stop showing off in front of my parents," he snapped, noticing the warm smile Narcissa gave Richard after she saw him kiss Draco's hand. "And I don't feel like doing anything with you tonight...I'm still sore."
"Awww, did I hurt you too much, honey?" Richard purred, leaning forward so that he could kiss him. Draco turned his face away. "Was all that good, hard pounding that caused you to become so speechless lately? My, my, I'm flattered."
Draco really wanted to slap him, but instead, he stood up to move away. Before he managed to get out of Richard's clutches, he suddenly felt a tug at his arm. Looking up, Richard then grabbed him by the shoulders, flashing him a brilliant smile. Draco raised an eyebrow, but then noticed that the smile was actually meant for his father.
"Ah, Lucius," Richard greeted, his arm slung around Draco's shoulders possessively as he gave him a little bow. "Draco and I were just freshening up a bit. I thought he looked a little lonely, so I decided to keep him some company."
"Oh, he's so kind and noble!" squealed a young woman who passed by, gazing at Richard with the utmost admiration. Richard smiled back, and she squealed again, before running off to her chattery friends. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes," said Lucius, staring back at the odd woman, then reverting back to Richard and his son. "I hope you are both enjoying yourselves. Narcissa...ah, there you are..."
The pretty woman came up next to Lucius, nodding and smiling at them all, tossing her long sheet of blonde hair behind her. "Richard...it really is an honor that we've found a fine man such as yourself to take our son's hand. I'm sure you will make him very happy."
By 'fine', Draco could only assume it had to be because Richard was a Pureblood. There was nothing attractive about his appearance, nor anything about his personality that would draw Draco to him. Richard was about as insignificant to him as any muggle, low life man was. And as for his wealth...no one really knew for sure how much money Richard owned. It was something the dark-haired man kept secret.
"Your words are far too kind, Milady. I will definitely fulfill your wishes and make him the happiest man I could possibly make him. It truly is fate that which has brought me to him, and which has brought him to me. Sometimes I feel as if the war never passed by us when I'm with him. Such a tender love has formed between us. Isn't that right, love?"
He caressed Draco's cheeks with his hands, though his eyes weren't as gentle as his actions. Dark brown eyes that pierced through him threateningly. That look he would give Draco whenever forcing the blonde to agree with him, even when Draco himself didn't want to agree. And Draco did know the consequences of disagreeing with him...Richard didn't really care if they were alone, but in front of his parents, Richard was a completely different person, as was Draco...like a little puppet played by the puppeteer's hands. In Richard's hands.
"Yes," said Draco bitterly, looking down at the ground. He couldn't meet his father's eyes.
"Oh, Draco...why sound so bitter?" Narcissa cooed. "Do you want to take an early leave and head off to bed, sweetie?"
Before Draco could reply, Richard tightened his hand on his shoulder and flashed her another smile. "Yes, yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. Come, Draco...I can warm the water up for you..."
*******
It was deathly quiet as Richard opened the door to their massive bedroom. Draco stood at the doorway, staring at him blankly. "Get in," said Richard coldly.
The air certainly felt colder, and Draco was now wishing he was back at the party...even where it was dull and boring, there were at least people around him. Being alone with Richard was just...
"Sit there, and don't say another word," said Richard in the same icy tone, pointing at one of the large velvety couches. Draco obliged, looking like a mechanical doll as he was ordered around in his own room.
They said nothing to each other, as Richard moved up to the windows and hung down the curtains, blocking out the sunlight and surrounding the entire room in semi-darkness. Richard drew out his wand and pointed it at the door, locking it. He then murmured the Silencing Spell. The more Richard was doing to the room, the more Draco felt trapped.
"Draco...Draco..." said Richard, his voice now mellow and worried. He sat across Draco from the couch, not missing the way the blonde tensed as he did so. "Is it really so hard to even pretend you're enjoying yourself? To act like you're happy with me?"
Figuring that they were alone now and that Draco was able to speak, he quietly said, "I'm not happy with you, Richard. And you know it."
Richard laughed mirthfully. "Was that necessary, mon cherie? I know you're not happy with me...but honestly in all...do you really think I care? You know very well there's nothing special about you...only that you're a good fuck in bed...oh, what's wrong?" he asked, noticing the sad look that appeared on the blonde's face. "Am I being too harsh?"
"Do you think..." he began, climbing on top of Draco and pushing him to lie down on the couch. "Do you think your parents really give a damn on how you feel or whom you marry? Arranged marriage, I tell you," he said, shaking his head.
"Please..." said Draco softly, closing his eyes. "Please get off me."
To Draco's surprise, Richard drew back and stood there, staring at him. A smirk was plastered on his face. "But I'm quite lucky, aren't I? I mean, it's almost as if we're already married. Once you're dead, I win all your fortune. And vice versa. But you wouldn't win much anyway. Your parents really are easy to manipulate."
The colour drained from Draco's face, and he opened his eyes to stare at him. "They...they did that?"
"They will," said Richard matter-of-factly. "But don't worry, my love...it's not like I'm going to kill you or anything. You know how much I love you way too much to go do something cruel like that. And why should I...when I have this..." he pinched Draco's bum, and earned a startled gasp in return. "...to satisfy me."
Draco opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. Richard leaned forth and whispered in his ear. "Now be a dear and strip yourself completely. Once you do that, I want you to lie down on the bed on your stomach with your legs spread. All right, love?"
As if an invisible force washed over him, Draco slowly stood up and walked over to the bed with shaky legs. He was about to take off his shirt, when his small hands suddenly froze and curled on his chest, almost protectively, as he glanced back at Richard uncertainly.
"What is it?" Richard spat. "What...you expect me to undress you or something? You know very well I don't do making love, so just get to it, and fast, because I have something demanding attention."
"Harry..." said Draco sadly, tightening his hands over his chest.
"What?" said Richard, startled. "Potter? He's not here, fuckwit. Last we heard of him was that he was living quite happy with that red-head female Weasley and their countless children..."
"Harry..." Draco repeated brokenly.
Richard went up to him and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him close to his face. "That better not be the name I hear you scream tonight," he snarled, before roughly shoving Draco to the bed.
*******
"Oi, Potter! You better pay your bills this week, or you'll end up living in the wild!"
"I know, Marshall, I know," said Harry irritably. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and threw the large shovel aside. His back was burnt from staying out in the sun, working for so long.
"Well if you do, then why don't you just pay them?!" the short man snapped. "I mean, I can't live my life on your back all the time to remind you to do it! Take some responsibility for yourself!"
"If I had the damn money, then I would!" Harry shot at him. "Now quit pestering me and let me finish my job! I have 6 hours to go, get home, and make sure my kids get some food!"
"You forgot to add 'shower' into that..." another man mumbled.
"What was that?" Harry turned to him, eyes flaring.
"Nothing," said the man quickly, returning back to work.
Harry really didn't know what the man was complaining about...they all smelled of dirt and sweat. They all did this same, loathing job of bulldozing, digging, construction, and building. They all spent hours under the blazing heat of the sun, turning out looking burnt as hell by the end of the day.
It was indeed...a horrid job. And the wages weren't all that great either. So why...would one ask...would the great Harry Potter, the Hero that finally defeated Lord Voldemort -- end up in such a terrible condition, and not drowning in riches? Why wasn't that he had men and women throwing themselves at his feet? Why did he end up as a drunkard...killing himself on Fridays and Saturdays with the damn alcohol, and not out receiving free meals and drinks from his admirers? How did he end up so pathetic?
The answer to it all: Ginny.
The woman he thought he had fallen in love with, the woman he married after the war, the woman he had three children with. The woman who one day disappeared without a trace, nor so much as a hint on whether she was alive or not.
His money also disappeared...the entire thing. All he had was pocket money from where to restart his life. So he sold the gorgeous house they had bought in Hogsmeade, and bought this old, rotten, falling to pieces shack on some abandoned coast on some muggle island he didn't even know well. All he knew was that there was a school for his kids to go to, and a place for him to work.
He rarely kept in contact with his friends, and when he did, it was usually Ron...who came over on Fridays and they would both leave to the pubs to get drunk off their arses. And he would be so hung over the next morning, that when he got back home, he would hardly recognize his kids, and stumble straight to his dirty, moldy, dried semen couch and sleep the rest of the day.
That's how pathetic Harry Potter had become.
He hardly had any memories of the war, or so he told himself -- so he wouldn't have to remember all the deaths and pain he had faced. Ron was actually his closest friend...Hermione was living off somewhere in France for business. She was probably making good money, and he wondered if even Malfoy would dare insult her now that she was almost as wealthy and powerful as him.
Malfoy.
The blonde was very strange at the end of the war. Course, Harry was too stupid to notice it, but even now, he couldn't help but wonder what brought about him to act so odd. He remembered it vividly, as if it happened yesterday...
He had been in a Wizarding court room, watching as the Death Eaters awaited their fates. Some were free, others had a lifetime sentence. And others were taken to the Dementors. Malfoy was one of the few that managed to get free...one of the few that didn't actually kill nor torture anyone.
He remembered the happiness in Malfoy's face after he had found out he was free. He remembered how Malfoy went searching for him, after the trial. He remembered how Malfoy beamed when he spotted him, his cheeks pink as he opened his mouth to speak to Harry.
"Harry...I'm free! I'm free!"
Harry shrugged, not bothering to notice the first name terms. "Yeah...good for you, Malfoy."
The pink was still on Malfoy's cheeks, and he was looking a little shy all the sudden. "Thanks," he said softly. "I...I was wondering -- do you want to go out and celebrate? We can have dinner...my treat."
"Er..." said Harry uncertainly. "I don't think this would exactly be a celebration. And besides, I have a date with Ginny tonight, Malfoy."
"Oh," said Malfoy. "Then maybe tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
Ginny was suddenly next to him, hooking an arm around his elbow. "Harry, I've been looking all over for you! Remember the wedding plans? At this rate, we'll never get married if we keep going to these stupid court trials."
"Of course I do, love," said Harry, cupping her face with his hand and kissing her passionately.
He had nearly forgotten Malfoy was there, as he left him and guided Ginny out of the court house. He glanced back at him...and it was that one last glance that he last saw Malfoy...standing there in the middle of the court room as people moved about, a wounded look on his face as his body trembled.
That was the last time Harry had seen him.
"What the hell, Potter, are you listening to me?!"
"Huh?" said Harry distractedly, looking up at the person who spoke to him.
"Quit day dreaming and get to work!"
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Richard threw the blanket off him, and sat up to glare at the blonde. Draco was curled up on the side of the bed, completely nude, shivering without the warmth of the blankets over him as he sniffed softly.
"Oh, quit crying already!" said Richard irritably. "You honestly didn't expect me to be gentle, did you?"
"You never are..." Draco whispered.
Richard grunted, and moved up to him, stroking the sore cheeks he had been abusing. The contrast of the pale compared to the bright pink made it seem even more painful. "You'll grow to love it. With time, you'll forget all about wanting gentle sex."
Draco whimpered at the touch, and felt Richard press up behind him, making a slicking noise that sounded suspiciously like he was about to enter Draco again. Richard did, pushing inside past the tight walls as they reluctantly clamped around his member.
"We're going on a boat trip tomorrow," said Richard smoothly. "You're going to have a lot of fun, and you're going to tell your parents that you can't wait to go. That you're just dying to go. Do you understand me?"
Draco barely gasped out a 'yes' before Richard proceeded to pounding him.
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A/N: Dear Merlin, I didn't think I would ever get this chapter posted! Well...now here it is, and I would love to know what you think of it so far. ^_^
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