the scent of love

chapter 4

Pov Harry
I defeated him. I smile to myself. I look at the wand. Draco Malfoy was with me all the time. I smile even more. My friends run towards me and hug me. “you’re alive.” Hermione says. I smile. I am alive. “I have to go.” I say. “send us an owl if you need us.” I nod and apparate to a street in London. No one knows what I just did. “do you know him?” a random guy points at a blond hair boy. “why?” I ask. “you two are both bruised and I thought you two just got an accident or something.” The man says. I nod. “I think I know him.” I answer and walk towards the boy. “what are you doing here?” I ask. “I ran away.” He answers. I look in his eyes. “we look a lot like each other.” I say. he smiles. “where are you going?” I ask. he points at a tattoo shop. “don’t do things that are stupid Draco.” I say. “I’m going to remove it.” He says and walk inside. I walk with him. “can I help you?” the man asks. “I would like to remove a tattoo.” Draco answers. “show me.” The man says. Draco lifts up his sleeve. “strange tattoo for a boy like you.” The man says. “I didn’t want it.” Draco says. “and what do you want?” the man asks. “do you have something for my bleeding nose?” I ask. he nods and walks in the back. “are you going to stay?” Draco asks. “of course. I’ll stay with my best friend until the end.” I answer. “are we still friends after everything that happened?” he asks. “of course.” I say. he smiles. “what happened to you two?” the man asks. “we got in a fight.” I answer. “what was it about?” he asks. We look at each other. “our parents. We’re brothers.” I say. “adopted.” Draco adds. “gay parents.” I say. the man nods. “so how old are you?” the man asks. “I’m seventeen.” Draco answers. “when did you get it?” the man asks. “when I was sixteen.” he answers. “why this?” he asks. “a few kids in our group had it.” Draco answers. The man nods and starts removing it. Draco flinches a bit. “no worries.” The man says. I pick up his hand. “if it hurts squeeze it. As hard as you can. I want to feel how strong you are.” I say. Draco smiles. “you’re going to regret it.” He says. “I only regret 4 sentences in my life. When I was with my friends in our cellar.” I say. he smiles. He squeezes my hand. “he wasn’t even doing anything.” I say. he chuckles. “I told you, you are going to regret it.” Draco says. I chuckle. the man continues. Draco squeezes my hand again, very hard. “how can you handle this?” Draco asks. “I had more in my life. The killing curse hurts more.” I whisper the last part. He smiles. “it’s still miraculous you’re alive.” He says. “what can I say. I’m the boy who lived.” I say. he chuckles. “Harry Potter?” the man asks. I look up. “I thought I recognized you. My sons tell loads about you.” He says. “I Mr. Creevey.” He says. I look at Draco. “did you win the war?” he asks. “yes. We did.” I answer. He smiles. “so I’m done for today. Come back tomorrow.” He says. we nod. Draco and I walk outside. Hands still connected. “do you want to eat something?” I ask. “I really want to but I don’t have any money and I really have to go back.” He says. “okay fine.” I say. “actually, I already ran away. We can stay together a bit.” He says. “fine. What do you want to do?” I ask. he smiles. “just go for a walk.” He answers. I nod. “I want to meet your aunt and uncle.” He suddenly says after a few hours. “oh I don’t know if you want that.” I answer. “why not? they must be good people, they fed you up.” He says. “because, I fed myself up. I was their slave. I hate them and they hate me. I’m not going back to that place.” I answer. “so where are you going to live?” he asks. “I don’t know, but you have to go home and hug both of your parents. You need a hug and you must be thankful that they survived.” I say. “you’re right. I really need a hug.” He says and hugs me. “you need one too.” He says. I smile. When we let go of each other I feel relieved. “that felt good.” I say. he smiles. “I have a question.” He asks. I look at him. “did you give me a kiss on my cheek when you were at our house?” he asks. I blush. “I think you just imagined it. I’m not gay and I’m not in love with you.” I answer. He nods and we walk towards a bench. “why did you run away?” Draco asks. “I just don’t want the attention of everyone. In the wizarding world I’m everything but here I’m just a normal boy walking with another normal boy and it feels good. We’ve talked about a lot except for my fame and that’s something I like. Not a single day passed since I turned eleven that anyone mentions my fame. The boy who lived. The choses one. the great Harry Potter. I’m tired of those names. I just want anyone to call me bro or dude or babe.” I answer. “okay babe, it’s nice to hear you have a nice time with me.” Draco says. I start laughing. He smiles. “why did you run away?” I ask. “my family is going to kill me if they find out this is my wand.” He grabs the wand from my pocket. “and I just don’t want to be around my murderous family.” He answers. I nod. “you know I think the sorting hat sorted you wrong. I think you are a true Gryffindor. You’re nothing like us.” He says. “Draco, I’m not a Slytherin, it was just the connection between me and Voldemort.” I answer. He smiles. “he did one thing good. Without Voldemort, I was now dead because of suicide.” He says. a tear drops from his face. I look at him. “don’t you dare leave me alone. I’m going to kill you if you ever do that. I can’t live without you.” I say. “I won’t leave you alone. For nothing and no one.” he says. “sounds pretty gay.” I comment. “not a problem, I am fucking gay.” He chuckles. I smile. “good, I think we have to find a place to sleep.” I say. “what about the leaky cauldron?” he asks. “what about Pullman London St Pancras?” I ask. “what?” he asks. I chuckle. “it’s a nice hotel near kings cross station 272,40 dollar.” I answer. “and you think I have muggle money?” he asks. “I have, I always wanted to go there. Ever since my stupid cousin always talked about it.” I answer. “fine, you little kid.” He says. I smile at him and we walk towards it. We enter the building. “do you have a room for us?” I ask. “one bed? Two beds? Two rooms?” the receptionist asks. I look at Draco. “we don’t care.” I answer. “I have a nice room for you two. How much nights?” she asks. “just one.” I answer. She nods and hands me the key. “it’s on the third floor.” She says. we nod and take the lift and search for our room.