Demortia

Chapter15: Without him...

Harry wiped his boyfriend's forehead with a towel soaked in warm water, focusing on the sleepy breathing of the asleep.

Cho was out ten minutes earlier, sweaty, but smiling. Draco was breathing again and his vital constants had become as normal as possible.

Harry looked at the blonde tenderly. He did not realize it, but his heart was about to die with Draco's. He ran a hand over his face to pull himself together and to clear the last tears that had flowed slyly.

A hand rested gently on his shoulder. He threw the wet towel into the basin and wiped his hands before turning around.

Peter was standing in front of him, his brown hair falling sadly before his black eyes filled with bitter worry. He started to move closer to Harry, but he held back at the last moment. Harry gave him a questioning look.

"I feel guilty," whispered Peter in a low voice.

At that moment, Harry's pain and anguish almost made him give up his modesty. He wanted to scream in his face that yes, everything was his fault, he was only a selfish, an assassin ... He wanted to hit him, to pass his fear by tapping on him, show him how he was suffering because of him.

But as the tears ran down Peter's face, he restrained himself. He closed his eyes before getting up and clumsily grabbing him. The young man clung desperately to his t-shirt with his fists and began to sob harder.

Peter had saved Draco.

He had betrayed the trust of the man he was in love with to save Draco. And Harry could not blame him for being in love. Perhaps he had never even been aware of Boisclair's intentions ...

Would he have been able to betray Draco to save a man? Could he have given up his love for another's life? He would have liked to answer yes ... but nothing was sure.

He had been on the verge of losing Draco just minutes earlier and he had thought that his life had just collapsed ... So how could he knowingly live without him?

He could not, it was simple. Even though his awareness was late, he had realized in recent days that the blond had always been important to him for a long time.

He was now aware that he was looking for Draco every morning, even in his day, and that his day was really starting when he saw the Slytherin's fine blond hair. He also understood that his disgust at the fights and arguments with Draco did not come from the fact that he did not want to see the blond anymore, but from the fact that he could not bear to rekindle anything but hate for Draco.

Merlin! He loved Draco Malfoy ... for longer than he thought. And without love potion and more ...

He made contact with reality when he heard Peter's voice chanting forgiveness. He cried always, tirelessly. Harry cursed himself for locking himself in his thoughts as the other boy was desperate for anxiety and guilt in his arms.

He gently tapped Brown's back before sitting on a chair. He sat next to him and put his right hand on Peter's joined, who lowered his head so as not to meet his eyes.

Harry bit his lip, not knowing how to react to Peter's pain. He finally raised his face with one hand and thanked him for saving Draco, anchoring his green eyes in Peter's black eyes.

The crying stopped and the dark orbs filled with questions. Harry smiled shamefully.

- Listen Peter, I've never been nice to you, I was even a jealous jerk. But I want you to know that I can never thank you enough for saving Draco. I do not understand your behavior at all, but I have a deep respect for you, for what you sacrificed to save Draco.