Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

Chapter Thirty-End of the War

Draco spent most of his time as an amingus, living close to where Harry was staying, although Harry was unaware of this. He knew Harry didn't want to talk to him, but it was so hard. Especially when he came by and saw Harry crying or having nightmares. It was the hardest when he would whisper Draco's name as he slept. He gave Hermione messages he wanted Harry to know, but it didn't have any effect on Harry's attitude towards him. He was still very angry, or maybe he was just in a lot of pain. He had lost so many of his friends over the course of the war.

It went without saying that Harry was suffering.

Draco watched him, wanting nothing more than to talk to him, but he knew that Harry wouldn't allow it.

"Draco, just go up to him and talk to him. Try it again. But take a different approach." Hermione said to him late one night. Draco doubted that this would work. Harry was unshakable like that. "Try it one more time, he can't be that angry with you."

Hermione pushed him away, closer to Harry's camp. His heart pounded at the thought of approaching the boy again. 'He can't be that angry with you' Hermione's words rang in his mind. Oh yes, he could.

"I know you're suffering, and I am too," he said, coming up to him from behind. He sat on a stump beside a fire, eating a can of soup. He turned instantly. "I know what you're thinking,' suffering, why would he be suffering." It's because I've spent the past year afraid of losing the man that I love, afraid that one day I was going to wake up and he was going to be dead. And now, that nightmare is coming true, I'm losing you, Harry. I don't want that to happen. I know I messed up pretty bad. Will you take the time to let me explain myself. You have the right to leave, I just don't want you to be mad at me if you do."

"Fine, you have about thirty seconds, and then I'm gone, but you have to promise you won't come back," Harry said.

"Okay, I promise. I never wanted to give you to Voldemort, Really. I just didn't really have a choice. he would have killed my family if I didn't complete any of the three tasks that I was given. I shouldn't have betrayed your trust and I should have told you."

"Draco, It's not just that fact that you betrayed me and put me in the cellar of your house so Voldemort could torture me. I thought you had died! I thought you had died trying to save me and fix your mistake, to regain my trust. I watched you die! why did you not give me some sort of sign that you were alive, Draco? why! do you know how that felt! I didn't have the energy to continue, to keep fighting. I was going to give up. if the whole wizarding world wasn't counting on me to stop Voldemort I would have just let him kill me. how could I live knowing that you had died trying to save my life?"

"Listen, Harry. I didn't want to leave. it was just too unsafe, I couldn't stay. not with this thing on my arm. and don't you tell me we could have figured something out. it's not always that simple. I couldn't tell you, one because there wasn't enough time, two, my mother did not think it was a good idea, what if you were caught and they put you under veritaserum and asked you question that would give away my position. Harry, I am sorry I caused you pain. please understand I never wanted to do this to you."

"You don't think this is hard on me too, Blaise was my friend. he risked everything for and now he's dead, because of me. what am I going to tell pansy, I got her boyfriend killed. I wanted to tell you, Harry. I really did. my mother said it was too risky. She wouldn't let me. plus I kind of thought you wouldn't want to ever see me again, not after what I did to you. to be honest, I didn't want to see you, I didn't want to see your disappointment or your anger towards me. I betrayed you and I thought you would be mad."

"It wasn't your fault, Draco. don't blame yourself for his death." Harry put his head in his hands, "Draco, I thought you had died."

"Look, Harry, I am so sorry. there was nothing I could do. there was no way I could've contacted you without giving myself and my mother away."

"Don't say that, There's always a way. you could have-"

"And there's your problem."

"My problem?" Harry said brashly.

"Yes, your problem. You think you can fix everything, but you can't. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, but things can't be that simple anymore." Draco sighed and rubbed his eyes. he couldn't start crying, not now. "Tell me what happened after I left." 

he told him about his troubles with the Horcruxes that eventually led up to the battle at Hogwarts, "I entered into Voldemorts camp and he hit me with the killing curse, I had this dream with Dumbledore, which you don't really need to know the details of. but Hagrid carried me back to Hogwarts and Voldemort tried to make them surrender but he gets stood up by Neville, of all people. it gets kind of confusing after that but I slipped on my indivisibility cloak and I fight my way into the great hall where this huge battle is taking place, I cast curses and protective charms from under my cloak and Eventually, All the Death Eaters are either killed or defeated with just Voldemort and Bellatrix left standing. the only reason I revealed my location from under the cloak was because Voldemort was going to kill Mrs.Weasley.  When Voldemort's killing curse from the Elder Wand strikes my shield charm, the Elder Wand flies out of Voldemort's hand into my hand and the Killing Curse is directed towards Voldemort. I fled after he died. To escape the media hype. I knew they would want to interview me about it, find out the whole story, I wasn't ready to do that."

"You're going to have to talk to them eventually."

"I know, just not now. actually, maybe I don't. I could just stay here. no one would be able to find me."

"Can we just start over?" Draco asked his hand on Harry's cheek. He leaned closer and closed his eyes.

"We can't just pretend none of this ever happened. These types of things don't just go away. But over time, I hope to forget them, so I'll be able to look at you the same way I did back in 5th year. I love you, but it hurts. It hurts so damn much."

Draco brought his face closer to Harry's. "I know Harry. I'm hurting too. and I am so sorry." he closed the gap, hard.

"I forgot how much I loved your kisses," Harry said.

"Allow me to remind you." Harry didn't object as Draco went in for another kiss, this time thrusting his tongue into his mouth, Harry had missed these battles. his hands went to Draco's hair, it was still soft despite how long he had been staying in the forest without a shower. Harry grabbed the side of Draco's hips for support as he pushed him roughly with his mouth. he un-tucked Draco's shirt so his hands could go directly to his hip bones. His ran his fingers across them several times before venturing lower.

Draco squirmed and took his mouth away. "Sorry. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, I mean yes. kind of. it's fine. It's just not something... I don't know. I guess I'll just have to get used to it."

"Wuss," Harry said under his breath.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me? I'll show you who the wuss is. I'll have you screaming my name before you can even say hippogriff."

"That might not be a good idea since you kind of have an audience." the voice made them both jump and turn beet red.

Ron and Hermione emerged from the forest, smirks stuck on their faces. "Glad you two made up. But you can't stay hidden here forever. It'll get cold. Plus, are you going to be able to get food?"

"Rons right. But what else are we going to do?" Harry said. Draco took a few steps away from him. Still embarrassed about what had just happened.

"How about come out of hiding and face the media, it can't be that bad Harry," Hermione suggested.

"What about Draco, they'll be hunting for death eaters. He can't go to Azkaban."

"Harry, what about America? We could go live amongst the wizards there," Draco said.

"That idea is not half bad."

"What! You can't actually be considering going to America." Ron practically yelled.

"Actually, yes I am," Harry said with more confidence than he had had since the beginning of the war. He laced his fingers with Draco's. He was ready to run away with Draco.