Once a Death Eater...

Chapter 25 - The Letter

The following Monday after Draco's nightmare, Harry and Draco woke up tangled in each other's arms. They sleep so much better whenever they share their secrets. Like a weight has been lifted.

They arose from their slumber, both giving a stretch and a yawn as they began getting dressed for the new school week. Lazily and silently they threw on their robes, exchanging a tired smile, Harry grabbed Draco and pulled him into a tight hug. They didn't have to say anything, the hug conveyed all the emotions they were both feeling. How lucky the two were for finally getting together, especially after so many years of hatred and rivalry.

It seems like wasted time now, years they could've had spending time together, being madly in love together.

Harry finished dressing first and waited for Draco to finish styling his silver-blonde hair in the mirror, this usually last around twenty minutes because Draco would constant make the point about wanting to look good for Harry.

Harry thought he was beautiful no matter what.

They eventually made their way from the dorm. Robes on and hair styled, they walked through the sleepy Monday morning corridors. Even the figures in the portraits looked tired for the morning. They slowly made their way to the Great Hall, holding hands and Draco tried to avoid some of the glares from the other students. Many people still hated him for his participation in the war but he would try and pay no mind to it, he had Harry and that's all he wanted.

They sat at the eighth year table, getting a few acknowledgements from their friends. Mostly they were all exhausted and couldn't really be bothered to be up so early on a Monday. Ron had his head on the table, snoring like a yak. Hermione was rolling her eyes and trying to pick some food from around him.

Harry and Draco settled and filled plate for their breakfast. Draco was eating a lot more now, he wasn't as thin as he was at the beginning of the year and the thought made Harry smile. Knowing how much happier Draco was.

After the meal, the students sat chatting for a bit before classes started. The owls flew above their heads, dropping packages and letters to students around the hall. Unexpectedly, a ratty looking owl flew above Draco, dropping a dirty looking letter in his lap.

It was quite unusual because, for the few months they were at Hogwarts, Draco never once had received a letter.

Draco lifted it from his lap and read the front of it. In an elegant hand, the envelope simply read...

To Draco

Immediately, Draco froze. A cold chill running up the length of his spine, causing the silver-blonde hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. He looked at the letter with fear, with panic. The elegant writing was recognisable, especially to Draco. It was the neat scrawl of his father. Lucius.

What did he want? Thoughts raced around Draco's mind like participants in a game of Quidditch. He hadn't heard from his father since the hearing during the summer but even then they never said anything worthwhile.

Harry looked to his left, about to ask about the letter before he saw Draco's frozen figure and his big eyes and the flash of panic.

"You okay love?" Harry asked confused and soft. He placed a hand on Draco's shoulder but Draco didn't move, his eyes were glued to the letter.

"Yeah. Erm, I'm just gonna run to the bathroom?" Draco spoke almost as a question before standing and leaving before Harry had a chance to respond. It concerned him. Whether he should go after Draco was his main question but he decided against it. It was ten minutes until class started and Draco looked like he needed a bit of space. So, he turned to his friends and tried to join in their conversation, trying to convince himself Draco was okay.

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Draco raced through the corridors, making his way to the closest bathroom and quickly locking himself inside a stall. He looked as the filthy letter again. Definitely his father's writing. He quickly ripped open the letter and began to read.

Draco

Congratulations on getting close to Potter. It's time you now avenge our family name. Kill Potter and you will be a hero. He will pay for what he's done to us.

Sincerely,

Lucius.

How did he know he was close with Harry? Was this real or a joke? It was definitely his father's handwriting. The thought made Draco sick. He wouldn't do it. He couldn't do it.

He's never felt happier then when he was with Harry. This letter was an insult to everything he's been through since the war. He hated his father and everything he stood for. He was a pathetic coward and he would never manipulate Draco again.

With utter prejudice, Draco tossed the letter in the toilet and flushed the chain. Watching the thick, ugly letter swirl down the drain and out of sight. He took a big sigh and put his head against the bathroom door. For a Monday morning, he was definitely awake. His pulse was racing but he thought about Harry and how he should apologise for his quick exit. Then, he thought of how he was already going to be late for his next class.

He unlocked the door and raced from the bathroom, going to meet up with Harry and his other friends at the first class of the week, trying to push the ordeal with his father behind him.

What he didn't realise though was how the letter didn't actually flush properly and was now in the ghostly hands of Moaning Myrtle who gave a short chuckle as she read through Draco's private letter.

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"Hey Harry." Draco huffed and he met up with his boyfriend outside their DADA class. He gave him a quick hug and they made their way into the room. Ron was asleep at his desk already as if Hermione picked him up and carried him there from the Great Hall.

The two boys took their seats next to one another in the back of the class and paid little attention. Finding more fun in exchanging small glances and touching hands.

Around half way though the lesson, Harry's hand made its way onto Draco's thigh. He gave a small squeeze and Draco gulped. Harry's hand slowly began to graze up his leg, drawing dangerously close to Draco's private area, an area that he would much prefer not to be excited during a class while surrounded by their friends.

Harry cupped Draco's dick under the desk. He turned and gave Draco a smirk and began to rub his hand against Draco. Giving the friction that the grey eyed boy would usually beg for.

Draco was growing hard, he was growing desperate, he was trying to suppress a moan as to not draw attention to himself but Harry wasn't letting up. Basically, he was jerking Draco off under the table and Draco was a mess.

The teacher was babbling about some dark spell but Draco couldn't focus, didn't want to focus, just wanted the release that Harry's hands could offer.

Draco was growing closer to his climax and while he didn't want to cum in the middle of class, he really, really did. Just as he was about to reach his finish, the hand withdrew. Harry looked to the front of the class as if he was actually paying attention. Like was wasn't just jerking his boyfriend off under the table and Draco could do nothing about it.

With a small glare and a silent vow to get Harry back, he turned his attention back to the front of the room, trying to ignore the problem he had in his pants.

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