Resorted

Chapter Twenty Four

"Harry, calm down." Draco insisted leading Harry to a seat. "Why did you storm out like that?" Harry shaked in emotion, but the feelings he felt wasn't identifiable from the outside. He clutched a pencil from the neat row Umbridge left then started tapping it repeatedly on the desk out of sink with his knee. "Oh give me that." Draco snatched the pencil from Harry snapping him out the trance, "Tell me what's wrong." He commanded.
"They have a son now..." Harry stopped for a while to see if Draco would catch on.
"Surely that's wonderful Harry, you have a Godbrother..." he cautiously replied: maybe he shouldn't have said anything.

"It's not like they're going to want me now is it? I'm the reason my parents are dead! I'm the reason Cedric died, I am the reason Ron is gone no matter what Dumbledore said! I have been abused, starved, mentally scared... why would they want a child so worthless, a waste of space, a burden, an embarrassment... a freak." Harry sunk in his chair unable to comprehend he just openly said all that. The realisation kicked in, Harry buried his face in his hands and cried with his entire body making it jolt up and down with every emotional sob.

"Raven, they sacrificed themself to save the Wizarding world. All those people who died, they died because they were willing to. I know it's hard to hear Harry, but I know you don't want it sugarcoated." Draco knelt to Harry's level pulling the boys hands away from his face wiping a tear from each cheek, "You needed to survive. You are the only one able to defeat him. If they did not die, everyone who wasn't pure blood would be dead." Being blunt is one of the only ways to get through to Harry. "And you are not worthless, or an embarrassment, you're not a waste of space, a burden, or a freak. You are perfect to me Harry." Harry engulfed Draco in a very needed hug. The blondes embrace was enough for the smaller boy to calm. "Sirius and Remus would never abandon you ok? They love you like you're their own."

He kissed Harry with love behind it until Harry calmed down. Draco licked Harry's bottom lip asking for entrance which Harry granted. Draco moved up and down his boyfriend still exploring his mouth. They weren't ready to take things further, feeling the friction in their lower half was enough for the time being.

"Mr Potter and Mr Black, I hope you have a good explanation as to why you are in here at this hour!" McGonagall boomed, "For heavens sake Mr Black get off Mr Potter!" She sheltered her eyes at Draco straddling Harry but they weren't doing anything. Quicker than he had ever moved, Draco leaped off Harry landing on the floor. "I will let you off this once!" The boys smiled to her and she smirked, "now off to Slytherin's dorm! And ten points from Slytherin each!" She commanded and even Draco knew better than to defy McGonagall.

The moment they entered Slytherin common room hand in hand Montegue ran over to Harry almost begging on his knees. "That Inquisitorial Squad was a bad idea. On behalf of all the Slytherin's on the Squad, I-I'm so-sor-" it was like apologising was as bad as You-know-who's name.
"Sorry?" Harry finished in more of a question.
"Yeah, that... about Wease-Weasley. None of us knew him, but he was your best freind in Gryffindor, so... you know the word." Nervously, he scratched the back of his head waiting for Harry to answer.
"Thank you, Montague." Was all he replied before he sat with Blaise and Pansy, Draco not far behind.

In all honesty, Harry was really thankful for the apology. It was not going to bring Ron back, or help the guilt miraculously vanish over night, but Montague of all Slytherin's apologising? That meant something to Harry. He was also grateful the guy stopped himself from calling Ron, Weasel. If that happened... Harry didn't really want to think about the curses he would throw at him. That does not mean he trusts any of them! The Slytherin Quidditch team, yes, Blaise and Pansy, yes, Millicent, yes and Draco was an obvious answer.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?" Pansy asked like the gossiper she was. Draco and Harry threw eachother a look, they were both concerned about spilling the others secret neither answered for a minute. Sooner than later, they both nodded and lead Blaise and Pansy to their room.