love me.... von abgemeldet ================================================================================ Kapitel 13: 13. --------------- 13. It felt good to leave the house for a few hours. Harry had thought he would panic once people started to approach him, but he hadn’t. He had tolerated most of the annoying questions about his last battle with Voldemort, and he had been engaged in interesting conversation as well. He kept wondering what life would have been like if he hadn’t given up on his training, and he felt even more envious of Draco for taking his vacancy. But Harry knew he was being unfair, and actually should thank Draco for bringing him along to the Ministry. It felt good to come home too. After all, as gloomy as it was, it was his refuge. It was strange, but he actually had good memories of the house. There he had spent time with Sirius, and had gotten to know his godfather a little better. They would have lived there together if it hadn’t been for Sirius’ tragic fate. That house had belonged to Sirius, and his godfather had passed it on to him. Harry would treasure it forever. Mrs. Black remained quiet as she stared at him. She had been like that since Draco had arrived. She just watched them with her reproachful eyes and kept her thoughts to herself. Harry had been so used to her screams that it felt strange not to hear them anymore. Then his eyes shifted to Draco, who was tossing his briefcase carelessly on the ground and hanging his cloak on the hook near the front door. Draco hadn’t said a word to him since they had left the Ministry. The blond seemed to be lost somewhere else. From time to time, Draco would grimace as if something bad had occurred to him. Then he would stare into space for a long time, forgetting completely about Harry’s presence. Being ignored by Draco was something totally new for Harry. And it was something that he definitely didn’t like. He was shocked to realise that he liked having Draco’s full attention. “Malfoy? What’s the matter?” he asked, biting his tongue for caring about it. Draco lifted his head and frowned. “Nothing.” Harry crossed his arms. He felt Mrs. Black’s curious eyes on them. “What are you sulking about?” Harry attacked angrily. “It was your idea to take me there. If you can’t handle a little competition…” Draco made a funny noise. “What? What are you talking about?” Harry cocked his head. “Well, from what I saw today, you usually get all the attention. But I snatched it from you. I mean, the girls were all over me.” “That is ridiculous! Only the stupid girls were all over you anyway. Besides, I don’t really care about girls, Potter. You know that. And I’m not jealous of you just because everyone kept treating you like you were a king.” “So you are jealous!” Harry pointed out. Draco opened his mouth then closed it. He seemed to be fuming. “I didn’t mean it that way.” “Then what the hell is your problem?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Draco turned his back on Harry and headed for the kitchen. Before Harry could follow him, he heard Mrs. Black saying with a smirk. “I know his kind. What a disgrace to this house and his ancestors…” Harry turned to glare at her. “Shut up, old hag.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought you didn’t like him. Now I’m seeing something different about you two.” Harry almost choked at her words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And he realised he was acting just like Draco. He grimaced. “What do you mean by his kind?” “He’s a homosexual, isn’t he? An abomination… I can recognise the horrible disease in him. My son had it.” Mrs. Black sighed. “I pity poor Narcissa… I know how painful it is to have a son that is so abominable. We tried to make him right, but…” Harry opened his eyes wide and his heart almost stopped beating. That was something he would never expect to hear. He cut across her, “Are you talking about… Sirius?” “I’m talking about Regulus, that good for nothing,” she snorted. “I only met misfortune in my life… Regulus was my pride and joy and suddenly… he was useless… I had two sons and they both brought me nothing but shame. A sissy and a rebel… But at least Sirius was more of a man than Regulus.” Harry felt relieved, but almost immediately felt ashamed of his feelings. Would it matter so much if Sirius were gay? No, it wouldn’t make a difference. Harry would have loved him the same way. He heard a grunt behind him. He turned his head to the side and saw Draco standing a few feet away. He felt like a kid getting caught with his hands in the cookie jar just before dinner. Draco looked upset and hurt. His pained expression broke Harry’s heart. Harry gulped. “Malfoy…” But Draco wasn’t looking at him. The blond was glaring at Mrs. Black, who seemed to be terrified as her eyes met Draco’s. “You are abominable,” Draco said with hatred. Draco turned around to climb the stairs. “There’s nothing wrong with me!” “Malfoy!” Harry went after him. “Wait. Why are you so upset about it? She’s an old hag… Just put her in her place and get over it. She’s a painting! You don’t have to listen to what she says…” “I don’t care about her. She’s like my parents. Big deal!” Draco shouted, and then he turned to face Harry. “It’s you I can’t handle right now.” “Me?” Harry wasn’t so surprised that Draco’s parents were like Mrs. Black, but he suddenly started to realise how much Draco suffered in his parents’ hands. But what did that have to do with Harry? “Yes, you!” Draco’s fierce eyes met his. “I saw the look on your face when you realised that your beloved godfather wasn’t the one she was talking about. You were relieved.” Harry looked away. Draco was right and he couldn’t deny it. Anything he said to excuse himself would only make things worse. So instead of trying to apologise, he asked why Draco cared so much. It was Draco who looked away this time. “I don’t,” Draco muttered bitterly. “Bullshit. You look as if you’re about to cry.” Draco sent him a cross look. “I do not! I don’t cry, Potter.” Harry sniggered. “Nobody does, Malfoy.” Harry took a deep breath and then said, “You should be angry at her, not me. I didn’t say anything. And whatever look you saw on my face…” “I know what I saw. I saw the same look on my mother’s face. Your expression gave you away, Potter, and nothing you say will make it right. You say you have gay friends and you accept them, but deep down you think it is wrong. Deep down you and Mrs. Black are the same. She just happens to verbalise her true thoughts about the matter whereas you keep them to yourself.” “That’s not… entirely true. If she was talking about Sirius, it wouldn’t matter to me,” he said honestly. “I told you already that I don’t care if you like men, Malfoy. I was just… Dammit!” he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair. “I was surprised. I don’t really know anything about Sirius’ love life. I never knew if he had a girlfriend or a fiancée or even if he had a boyfriend! I assumed he liked girls… Why do you care about what I think anyway?” Most importantly, why did Harry care about what Draco was feeling? Draco shrugged, but didn’t say anything. Harry climbed four steps and stopped next to him. Draco seemed to wince, but Harry couldn’t be sure. “I’m not a coward. Did I ever hide anything from you?” Draco made a face and Harry amended, “Not personal stuff, Malfoy. Did I ever hide what I feel for you?” Draco pressed his lips together and shook his head. “Maybe you’re right, you know? Deep down I have a problem with it. But I don’t share the old hag’s point of view. I don’t think you’re abominable or sick.” Harry smiled weakly. “Well, I do think you’re sick… but that’s because you’re a Malfoy.” “I think you’re just scared…” Harry frowned as he waited for Draco to finish his line. “You don’t want to run around the block naked. That’s why you don’t say what you think about me aloud.” Harry saw Draco sneer but he knew that Draco was still hurt by what had just happened. He damned Mrs. Black and her filthy mouth. “What did your parents do to you when they found out about you?” Harry asked softly. “They hurt you a lot, didn’t they?” This time Harry saw Draco flinch. He got closer to Draco, not knowing exactly what he was trying to do. He didn’t want to touch Draco, did he? He wasn’t supposed to care. But he did. He knew Draco was reacting that way because somebody had hurt him badly, and Harry was almost positive that Draco’s parents were to blame. “You didn’t tell me what you dreamed about last night. I don’t have to tell you anything about me,” Draco muttered. “What if I tell you something about me? I’ll tell you some embarrassing moment of my past, something private, and you’ll tell me what happened to you.” Draco shook his head. “No. I don’t want to.” But Harry could see that Draco was tempted by his offer. “Just think about it. You can answer me later. Aren’t you here to help me? Maybe we can help each other out.” Harry could read every emotion in Draco’s face. He could sense Draco’s turmoil, and it made him want to protect the blond. Draco looked so vulnerable. He wanted to touch Draco. His right hand was trembling with anticipation. He wanted to feel the soft skin of Draco’s face against his fingers. Draco’s eyes flickered as he got closer. He was so close now. What was he doing? He didn’t know. He just wanted to… BAM, BAM, BAM! Harry and Draco jumped at the sound. Harry looked at the front door with a puzzled face. It had been a while since he had last heard the silver doorknocker being used. He stared at Draco, who seemed very annoyed by the interruption. Harry, on the other hand, was grateful. He didn’t know exactly what he would have done if they hadn’t been interrupted. Draco had a strange power to bewitch his senses when they were together. Harry felt like doing things that he normally wouldn’t. Draco confused him with his new personality. He wasn’t like the old Draco. And Harry had a hard time trying to decide if he could be friends with Draco or not. He had had the same problem when Draco had joined the Order. But this wasn’t the time to think about those things. In fact, Harry shouldn’t think about them at all. He took a deep breath and descended the stairs. Then he opened the door. “Surprise!” said two female voices in unison. Harry opened his eyes wide. His eyes scanned the girls in front of him. They were identical except for their clothes. They were blond, short, had big breasts and pink lips. One of them was wearing a very tight red blouse and blue jeans, while the other was wearing a white mini-skirt, platform sandals, the top of a pink bikini that barely covered her breasts and a pink jacket. Their smiles were indistinguishable, and Harry felt paralysed. “Hi, Harry!” said the blond with the red blouse. “We are here to party!” said the other one shaking her breasts. Harry heard Draco snorting behind him, and the only thing he could say was, “Mindy! Cindy! Hi…” Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)