Sex Before Love (Drarry)

Chapter 7

Draco's POV:

How dare he. How dare he? He had said not even five minutes before, that Draco was enough for him! That was the first time he had been treated with that much... compassion, and so Draco blindly trusted him, only to find him making out- with tongue!- with that slut, Draco honestly couldn't care less what her name was.

As he barreled down the sidewalk, oblivious to the weird looks he was getting, he heard Harry calling after him to wait. As if. You can't stomp on my pure heart and then beg for forgiveness, he complained.

Although, he might accept it... if it came with chocolates.

But not from Potter. The cheating scumbag.

He somehow heard Harry's feet leave the ground, and Apparated.

Not fast enough, however, because Harry's finger brushed Draco right before he disappeared, and that meant that he brought him along. Joy.

"Draco," Potter said, panting with exhaustion. Good, that's what he deserved for getting Draco so obsessed with him, and then dumping him like a- Draco shook himself out of it to listen to what Potter was saying.

"-And I'm really sorry, I would never do that to you, I know that I said you were enough for me,Draco, that's true! She kissed m-"

"And why should I believe you?" Draco spat. Something deep inside of him told him that Harry was telling the truth, but he wanted to know if he was wrong.

"Use Legilimens on me." Harry's strong voice said.

Draco's eyes snapped to Harry's. "What?"

"Use Legilimens, Draco," Harry said softly, grabbing his hand and bringing it to Harry's temple.

"Look inside my mind."

"Bu-But Harry! That's only for couples who-"

"-Trust each other completely, I know." Harry said, nodding. "I already completely trust you, Draco. This might not mean anything right now, but you're the one person I trust more than anything."

"R-really?"

"Ye- Ah!"

While Harry was talking, Draco cast it, and pushed his way into Harry's mind.

Draco's presence in Harry's head felt like a thorn, sharp with his anger and hurt and betrayal, and Harry willingly supplied his memories to be studied.

Looking through his mind, Draco inwardly frowned. It really seemed like Harry was innocent. There was the excitement over the books, and then the confusion over why the woman was talking to him, and then the disgust over why she was kissing him- with tongue! Harry's mind supplied, and Draco stifled a snicker.

Finally satisfied, Draco made to pull back from Harry's mind, when a hidden memory caught his eye. It was sort of blurry around the edges, but you could still tell what was happening.

"No supper for you, boy! Get in your bloody cupboard!"

And another.

"Who was Cedric? Your boyfriend? I didn't know they allowed poufs at your fancy school."

"Or fags," another voice chimed in helpfully.

And another.

"They'll never get us here. Dudley, you take the bed. Potter, boy, you sleep on the floor. No birthday for you, ya maggot."

A cascade of memories hit Draco one after another, and he sifted through them. Dudley pounding on the stairs, making dust fall, Harry watching sullenly from the corner of the room as a chubby, spoiled brat was showered with presents on Christmas, candy on Halloween, and more presents on his birthday, while he got nothing. He saw a fat man with a triple chin (those existed?) standing over a three-year-old boy, with his hand raised, palm facing Harry.