Return to me Part-9

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Title: Return to Me Part-9
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war.
Spoilers: 1-5
Warning: slash, m-preg
Disclaimer: blah blah blah wish I owned Draco but don't.
The other chapters are in my lj promise.


Okay so I can't get a hold of my beta, so I asked moneymani887to do it again. Love u babe. And enjoy this not so well written chapter. Sheesh!!!
Chapter -9
The Bank issue

The walk back to the castle was slow as the snow fell down heavily from the sky yet tears

refused to fall. The village was silent, devoid of all activity. In the outskirts of London

the memorial for Harry Potter was being held. Thousands and millions of wizards from

all over the world were there, laying down candles and flowers and cards for the Boy-

who-Lived. Therefore Hogsmeade looked like a ghost town as Draco walked down the

streets, every shop sign screaming at him with a memory. Yet Draco continued to make

his trudge back to the castle. The large rot iron gates, the gargoyles at the entrance, the

sight of the quiditch pitch and the wide lake all stood silently on the sides.


Upon reaching the entrance hall Draco made his choice immediately. He dropped his

unfocused stroll to stride purposefully across the castle making it to his tower. Within

seconds he had brought out his bags and had started to pack. It was time for him to go

home. He couldn't stand this place anymore. Half an hour passed and on different

occasions tears fought to fall from his eyes. Yet he couldn't get himself to do it. He didn't

have the strength to cry. Half way through, a knock interrupted his progress followed by

the barging in of Hermione Granger. She looked considerably better, yet her eyes were

red and her hair a mess.


Upon finding out that Draco was leaving she spent half an hour trying to convince him to

stay. That's Granger for you. She gave up after sometime and left. But not before giving

him a big hug and telling him to be careful.


Once his things were packed and suitcases ready to go, Draco stood and stared out the


window. The snow was coming down furiously outside, the window filling up with it. It

was close to three in the afternoon yet the sky held no hint of the sun. Feeling a sense of

depression coming on Draco looked away from the darkening sky. Harry use to love days

like these, because it gave them an excuse to sit across from the fire, cuddled together,

covered with a blanket and sharing a cup of tea. Those days felt so incredibly warm but

now it made him feel unbelievably cold. Walking away Draco picked up his bags and

made his way toward the fireplace. It was time for him to go home again.


~


The house looked untouched. Just like he had left it. Setting his bags down at the front

door, Draco roamed the house, his face blank, eyes searching. For what he didn't know.


~`~


The Halloween feast had passed, the excitement of seeing who becomes Hogwarts'

champion had passed. The night was coming to a close and everyone else, even the

Weasley twins, were in bed. Except for Harry Potter who continued to haunt the empty

halls, a sense of storm unleashed in his head. Finding nothing to do in the vast castle the

boy finally stepped out into the grounds walking straight towards the gardens on the other

side of the lake, well hidden from the view of the castle. There the trickling of water and

the swaying of the wind brought Harry Potter to sit against a tree trunk watching the

surface of the lake, its smooth surface disturbed by the wind ever so often.


A few minutes passed, turning into an hour and no movement took place, as Harry

continued to think about all that had transpired today. He needed time to think right now,

with no disturbances, with no interruptions. None at all.

"Potter."

Harry looked up at the sky. Was anyone up there listening to him? EVER?


He closed his eyes tilting his head back.


"What do you want Malfoy?"


But he received no answer from the slytherin. After waiting for five minutes in the

silence Harry turned around to look at him.


"Do you remember how to speak Malfoy, or is that act way beyond you?"


Malfoy's face was blank yet Harry could see something burning in his eyes.


He looked away.


Harry stared at him in disbelief.


"Hello Malfoy?!?!"


"NOTHING okay nothing, I wanted nothing. I just came here to sit by the lake."


"Well go sit somewhere else then."


"Don't tell me what to do. I do believe that you don't own these grounds which means I

have as much right to be here as you do."


"Oh GOD!!!" Harry yelled frustrated. Picking himself off the ground Harry walked a

little way off muttering obscenities. This had to be one of the worst days of his life. First

he is chosen to play in a tournament he didn't even enter himself in. Then his whole

house congratulates him on being chosen to play in a tournament he didn't even enter

himself in. And then Ron gets pissed at him for being chosen to play in a tournament he

didn't even enter himself in. And now Malfoy was probably here to bet his money on

how long it would take for him to die in a tournament he didn't even enter himself in.


This was frustrating.



He sat himself against another tree not far away from his previous position.

Letting his head rest back against the tree, the fourteen-year-old boy tried to close off his

thoughts and just not think. Not think about the Tri-wizard competition, not think about

Draco Malfoy, and not think about Voldemort. He just wanted some peace. But as usual

it didn't last long.


"What are you doing?"


Emerald green eyes snapped open disbelievingly as the pale boy seated himself beside

Harry.


"Malfoy." What the hell? "What the hell?"


Draco stared back at him as if nothing was wrong. "Potter seriously all this freaking out

is so…not you. Where is the every so boring Harry Potter we've all come to know and

love?"


"Why are you following me Malfoy?"


Again the calm and indifferent look. This was really pissing Harry off.


"What? Can't I sit here?" he asked shrugging casually.



"No" Harry said shaking his head wildly. He needed to be alone right now. He could feel

a major panic attack coming in. his skin was beginning to crawl. The hair on the back of

his neck standing up. He hands were becoming numb. All signs pointing toward the

attack.

"Look Malfoy, just leave, please. I don't have the energy to deal with you right now." His

breath was tight now. Oh god. Breathe Harry Breathe.


Malfoy stared at him for a few seconds.


"You okay there, Potter? You're hyperventilating."


"I am not!! Just leave." Harry said taking a deep breath.


"Okay, okay." Draco said holding his hands up. "Sheesh" he pulled himself up on to his

feet. "I just wanted to say thank you, is all."


Harry looked up, watching intently as the pale boy brushed soot off his robes.


"Thank you? What for?" he asked suspiciously.


"For the obvious reason you thick headed moron." Malfoy said his sneer coming into

place finally.

"Wow that has got to be the best thank you I have ever received for saving someone's life

I can tell you." Harry said rolling his eyes.


"Don't rub it in Potter!!"


"Rub what in?" Harry asked standing up.


"That you saved my life. That means nothing. Nothing, you here. I don't owe you

jack!!!"


"Yeah you keep believing that Malfoy." Harry turned his back to him and began to walk

away. And


BAM


Malfoy jumped right at him pushing I'm to the ground. Harry's retaliation came quick

and he pushed Malfoy away, standing himself up. Yet Malfoy's punch came as a huge

surprise straight to his face, striking him dumbstruck for a few minutes. But that passed

and Harry ducked as the second blow came. But instead he received a rough shove to the

chest as Malfoy came hurtling toward him. A slight slip, and that's all it took for Harry to

fall ungracefully into the water that lay not very far behind him. Deep water not to

mention. One dunk as water came rushing to meet him. Second dunk as he failed his

hands and struggled to catch his breath. Through the water Harry could see Draco

standing on the bank above him staring in utter disbelief or smug satisfaction, he couldn't

tell.


"Help." Third dunk and Harry kicked furiously trying to break the surface as water filled

his lungs. Seconds passed and then Harry felt the dull displacement of water followed by

someone clutching his sides and pulling him one way. Few moments of confusion passes

as Harry drifted in and out of consciousness to realize that he wasn't dead. He was on the

bank, coughing up the water in his lungs violently while Malfoy stared at him, his

expression closed.


"God Potter, don't you know how to swim?"



Harry shook his head, as he sat up rubbing his eyes.



There were a few moments of silence before Draco said: "Well you better learn soon.


One of the tasks involves quite a bit of swimming."


Harry looked up at him. "How do you know that?"


Draco shrugged. "My father is on of the most important sponsors of the tournament. He

lets a few things slip once in a while."

"Great, just great." Harry answered sulkily.

Minutes passed in silence and as the wind picked up Harry began to shiver.

"I believe you, you know." The voice was so soft that Harry wasn't sure whether he had

really heard it or not. He looked to his side at Malfoy who was straring off into the night.


"Huh?"


"I believe that you really hadn't entered yourself in the tournament."


"What makes you think that?" Harry countered curious.


"Well for one, your face when Dumbledore called out your name. C'mon, people are

idiots if they think that you entered yourself. Another thing, whoever entered you into the


tournament, must have hoodwinked the Goblet into thinking that there suppose to be four

champions instead of three. And that pretty big since you have to be really powerful to

fool not only the age restriction line but also a very ancient magical object. No offense,

but I don't care what other people think. I don't think you have the means or the power or

the will to do such a thing." He finished and let out a huge breath, his focus now

transfixed on Harry. Where as the other boy was astounded.


"Phew," Draco made to stand up. "I guess I better get going now. See you later Potter"

and within minutes Malfoy's figure disappeared and Harry stared dumbly at nothing

wondering what had just transpired between the two of them.

~
TBC...

therell be better chapter. promise