Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Meeting

He dragged me to his office.

I sat down on the old wooden stool.

"Are you alright?" I asked Lupin as he marched around the room.

"Uhh no," he replied swiftly.

I couldn't really see what the big problem was, to be honest, but what do I know?

An owl flew into the room with a howler in its beak.

It dropped it on the table and flew off.

I carefully opened it.

"BLOODY HELL HARRY!" The letter shouted it was Sirius's voice.

"DRACO HAS JUST SENT ME AN OWL, ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS, JAMES WOULD BE PROUD,

miss you and Draco, I will probably come to visit soon. Love you lots, Padfoot" the letter finished off with a quieter statement.

A smile was plastered onto my face.

"Well, that doesn't really help," Lupin said, struggling not to crack a smile himself.

The room grew serious again.

"Harry, I'm not sure how to feel, I feel exposed, but I suppose that's not your fault. You've got to understand for me, when I was a child, homosexually had only just been legalised, and it was still something to be hush about. I feel both proudness and extreme anxiety" he admitted.

"Are you worried I'll be expelled?" I asked sympathetically.

He chocked out a half-laugh,

"No, that's virtually impossible, they didn't even expel Voldemort, or even us," he said, memories drifting across his eyes.

He made a good point, what do you have to do to get expelled?

"No, I'm worried about Snape, he could really make your life hell" he muttered.

"Like he doesn't already," I said sarcastically.

"No Harry,"

He said crouching down in front of me,

"He could do worse things to you than he's doing now, trust me," he said the 'trust me' under his breath like he didn't want me to hear like it was meant to be a thought.

I took from his tone, that he knew of these worse things, experienced then maybe.

McGonagall came through the door,

"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you," she said.

I got up, expecting this.

I walked down the corridors, not one person was in them, just me and the paintings. If I knew anything about this school, they'd have sent them all to their common rooms.

"I hear you're in grave trouble Mr potter" a painting exclaimed.

"Yep" I replied, not feeling stupid enough to get into an argument with a painting.

"I never liked that Snape" another one squawked.

I made it to the golden staircase, he hadn't actually told me the password, so I just listed all of the muggle sweets I knew.

It opened for Polly mix.

I gave a quick knock and walked in.

He was stood in the upper floor part of his office staring at a bookshelf.

"Professor?" I asked timidly.

"Yes Harry," he said without moving his eyes from the books.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"But do you want to see me?" He asked in a calm voice.

"Yes, professor" I replied because that was the right answer.

"Don't answer with what is right, answer with what is true" he said with profound insight.

I mumbled around my thoughts for a moment before saying,

"I don't want to speak with you professor about a certain subject, but that doesn't mean I don't want to talk to you full stop" I replied walking up to where he was.

"You see Harry, look at all of these books, and all the letters in each on is squished to the page. I'm trying to identify the most squished so that I can open it to let the words roam freely" he said.

I had nothing to say to that.

"Do you need time to roam freely?" He asked.

It was a hard-hitting question.

Tears started to build in my eyes,

I had never had freedom, not really. My time at the Dursley's was next to imprisonment, and although my time at Hogwarts was the most freedom I've ever experienced, I still wasn't free. I'm still Harry Potter in these walls, that didn't mean much before, but it does now.

I've got a job to do, I'm Harry Potter, it's my destiny.

I can see that.

But I should be able to experience pockets of freedom along the way, like today.

I should be allowed some libations.

"Yes, professor" I choked.

"Thank you, Harry," he said letting me leave.

As I walked down the corridor, I was glad that everyone had been put into their houses.

It was a very, very rare thing that I could cry, properly, without interruption, or fear of being caught.

The tears streamed down my face.

I made it back to my own common room.

It was now a bit later, so only the older years and my friends were downstairs.

And Draco.

"How are you here?" I asked.

"McGonagall turned a blind eye" he replied, getting up.

He walked towards me and wiped away my tears,

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

"Please" I whispered back.

He gave me a soft and delicate kiss, one that wasn't nearly as long enough as I needed.

As he moved his head away from mine, I knew he knew that as well.

He held my hand and we sat down, it was just Ron, Hermione, Seamus and Dean.

Draco and Seamus didn't sit with each other, but it was better than being at each other's throats.

"Are you being expelled?" Ron asked.

Hermione hit Ron,

"Don't be so silly, they are not those kinds of tears" she exclaimed, but in a low voice.

Ron mimed out of her view, "what?"

If my frown wasn't so heavy I'd smile.

I looked at the all, feeling too exposed to tell them what was said right now.

"I just want you to know Harry, that we are very proud and grateful for what you did today," Dean said.

"Yeah, you showed true Gryfinndor courage in there," Seamus said.