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Chapter 13 Seventy Times Seven


Harry's gaze was filled with a bright green light. He couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. His whole body felt like lead, and even though he tried, he couldn't possibly move. What had happened to make him this way? It was odd, but suddenly he couldn't remember. The last thing he remembered was Silas saying he would do something for him, but as to what that something was the raven-haired boy had no idea. He remembered that he had been at Draco's, and that it was Christmas. To prove this he looked down to his hand, where his two rings were. The jewels of those rings were strangely enough shining the same color as the light that encased him.

He gasped for breath, and it suddenly felt like there was an invisible hand squeezing his lungs. He vaguely noticed that the color around him was beginning to fade, but he did notice as his vision began to blur. It got so bad that he thought he was going to pass out from lack of air. Though he didn't know if the place he was in at the moment was even real enough to let him pass out. Then he heard a voice that he hadn't been expecting.

"Is he alright Malfoy?" Harry's mind wandered as the hand around his lung lifted, and he was surprised to hear the voice of none other than Hermione Granger.

"Course he's alright...Just tired is all. I suspect I might have worn the poor boy out. After all one can only expect this after giving us two weeks alone together." Harry heard a growl.

"That's enough Malfoy. Just because I'm giving you a chance on Harry's expense, does not mean I want to hear about the two of yours bedroom protocol." Harry almost gave a purr of delight when he felt Draco stroke his hair affectionately.

"Well weasel if you didn't want to know you shouldn't have brought it up." Harry fought the urge to smile.

"I didn't bring it up, and you know you could stop calling me weasel...I'm trying with you." Harry felt the blond stiffen as if suddenly realizing he had forgotten something.

"You're right err Ron. I'll try to act more civil...for Harry's sake." Harry almost groaned at the prospect of nice Draco being back again, and found this the perfect time to wake up. After which of course he would shoo Ron and Hermione away, because he had to ask Draco some much needed questions.

"Oh Harry you're awake. We came to visit you, but thought you would be sleeping forever." When Harry finally opened his eyes the sight that met him shocked him a good deal. Not only were Ron and Hermione there, but also they were back on the Hogwarts Express! His mouth dropped open. Last he had checked it had been two days into brake!

"What are you guys doing here? What am I doing here?" He stopped the questions when he was violently pinched in the side by Draco. He spun around to stare into warning eyes, and he took this as his Q to shut up.

"Told you I exhausted him didn't I?...He wasn't even awake when we got on the Hogwarts Express...sleeps like a log this one." Harry smiled nervously at his two Gryffindor friends, but couldn't just play this off so easily.

"Umm guys can you give us a sec? I'll come to your compartment...I just need a word with him first." Ron snickered, while Hermione just looked annoyed.

"Having a lovers' spat are we?" All three of the other people in the compartment scowled at this, and Ron's smile faded. "It was a joke guys." Hermione got up from her seat, and made her way to the door.

"Yes, well let's go shall we Mr. Comedian." With an apologetic look to Harry, Ron and Hermione left without a word. Leaving a very curious Harry behind to question the blond.

"What the hell is going on Draco? Why the fuck are we on the train? I mean last thing I recall we were opening presents, and it was CHRISTMAS!" Harry had stood up in the compartment, and was angrily waving his arms around, receiving very annoyed looks from the blond. Who, suddenly getting fed up, pushed Harry so he fell into the seat across from him.

"Keep your voice down Potter." Harry was staring murderously at Draco now. There was no way he was going to dismiss him like that! The blond, seeming to have realized that, rolled his eyes, and began to talk again. "What is the last thing you remember Harry?" Harry's eyes widened at this. Why would Draco ask something like that?

"What do you mean what do I remember? What the fuck did you do to me Draco?" He definitely shouldn't have said that last part. The blond's eyes narrowed considerably, and he reached out grabbing both of Harry's thighs, digging his nails rather deeply into them. Harry bit his lip to try to dumb down the pain, and fought the urge to make any kind of noise.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that Potter. What the fuck makes you think I did anything to you, you stupid prat? Why don't you look at your fucking back in that window, and then kiss my feet in apology asshole." Harry stared oddly at Draco, a little as if he had gone mad. Why would looking at his back make him apologize? "Don't look at me like that! Raise your stupid shirt, and look at your back...I think it will explain a lot." Ignoring the murderous look the blond was giving him, Harry stood up and walked to the compartment window. Feeling very silly, he lifted up his shirt, turning so he could see the reflection of his back in the window.

Harry's eyes widened at the mark, it was very familiar. In fact it was the same mark that Draco had on the small of his back. He spun around towards the blond who at the moment had an extremely satisfied look on his face.

"Draco the only thing this proves is that you made me get a silly tattoo...Care to elaborate a little further?" The blond's jaw dropped, and he too stood up, quickly making his way over to Harry.

"Are you telling me you remember nothing? Fuck Harry what is the last thing you do remember?" Harry narrowed his eyes, as his lover's hands gripped almost desperately at his shoulders. Whatever had happened during the break it seemed to have upset Draco a great deal.

"I don't know...opening presents I guess...well then what we did afterwards of course. Now will you stop asking me all these questions, and explain why I can't remember the past two weeks." The blond's eyes were widened considerably, and Harry watched in fascination as Draco paced around the room muttering incoherent things to himself. He did manage to catch a few words, which only made him more suspicious. Harry narrowed his eyes as the Slytherin continued to mumble things like. 'I can't believe he made him forget it all.' Harry was starting to get very annoyed with the whole situation, and cleared his throat to get the his attention.

"Excuse me Draco, but would you care to inform me who exactly made me forget these things, and while you're at it what exactly I forgot." The blond snapped out of his daze, and to Harry's surprise narrowed his eyes. In fact his face seemed to contort, and he seemed to be a different person entirely.

"Who do you bloody think Potter!?...I mean it is quite obvious isn't it?" Harry rolled his eyes, not in the mood for Draco's short temper.

"No Draco actually it isn't. Now would you stop glaring at me, and explain who you're talking about?" This only seemed to make him angrier.

"Oh isn't it obvious Potter...it was after all your fuck buddy!" Okay now this was just getting annoying. Last he checked Draco was his only fuck body, and he doubted the blond would be so angry if it was indeed him who had done whatever he did.

"Well Draco unless you're talking about yourself...which I doubt you are, I have no idea who you mean." Draco looked livid.

"Silas of course you moron...I know you're sleeping with him you asshole...I knew since the ride up here. I mean the prince doesn't exactly come to such friendly terms with someone if he's not giving it to them up the arse!" Harry was shaking with anger at this. There was no way those words had just come out of his lover's mouth...former lover if he had anything to say about it.

"How dare you Malfoy...I have been nothing but completely faithful to you, you git." This didn't seem to make Draco's anger go away...quite opposite in fact it seemed to grow to new levels.

"Oh and I suppose you playing tonsil hockey with Cho is your idea of a completely faithful relationship." Harry stopped for a second. He had kissed Cho, but he was almost entirely certain by now that it wasn't his fault. She had put him into a semi-trance after all. "Oh what got nothing to say for yourself Potter? I wonder just how many other people you've been giving it up to...I wouldn't be surprised if Voldemort was even amongst the ranks!" Harry's eyes narrowed at this, and he did something he never thought he would do...he decked the blond square in the jaw.

Draco fell backwards, and was now clutching his no doubt broken jaw, staring at Harry with a mixture between surprise, anger, and pain. However Harry wasn't nearly done with the blond yet. "You disgust me you know that Malfoy? He murdered my fucking parents! He destroyed my whole fucking life!" Harry was shaking with rage, and could feel tears beginning to form in his eyes. "But you know what I would rather crawl into bed with him, then to ever have you touch me again." He walked towards the compartment door, flinging it open so that it shattered on its hinges. He did his best to ignore the blond who was now scrambling to get up. Forgetting that the door was open he turned back to him, and screamed back in a rage. "AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION DRACO THE ONLY ONE I KNOW WHO GOT IT UP THE ARSE FROM SILAS IS YOU!" With that said he slammed the door, shattering glass everywhere.

Harry stalked down the hall still livid, and when he found an empty compartment threw open the door, and after lowering the shades, locked it so no one could enter. He didn't want to see anyone right now, especially the blond...In fact he wasn't sure he wanted to see him ever again.
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Harry lay on his bed, ripping up notes furiously. Since he had got back from Christmas break he had gone up to Gryffindor tower, grabbed all his possessions, and shut the curtains around his bed refusing to see anyone. He hadn't even bothered to go back to class, or eat for that matter. He suspected he would be made to do both soon, as it was he had already missed three days. He heard someone enter the dormitory, and when he saw the person standing outside his curtains he almost screamed for him to leave, but stopped when he heard the desperate voice outside.

"Harry can I please talk to you...I brought you some food...please let me in." He sighed as Ron shifted nervously beside his bed. He wouldn't normally have even bothered to respond, but the thought of food did seem rather tempting. He reached over, pulling the curtains apart, and was met by the beaming face of his red headed friend, who immediately plopped down on the bed beside him

"Thank goodness...I thought you were never gonna see anyone mate, but I guess the prospect of seeing me was just to good to turn down huh?" Harry frowned a bit, but then smiled.

"That and the fact that you brought food. What did you bring? I'm starving." Ron smiled as he pulled out an assortment of cakes from his pocket, which Harry took right away, already ramming them into his mouth.

"Nicked it from the kitchen...Dobby was all to happy to fill my pockets...he's really fond of you, you know. I was going to get in from Kreacher, but I didn't really want him to poison you." Harry looked up, trying to give a smile, but ended up dropping food from his mouth. "Good to see you haven't lost your appetite at least." Harry tried to swallow, but found his throat too dry to accomplish that. Ron, seeming to see his problem, handed him a flask of pumpkin juice, which he drank greedily. After he had successfully cleared his throat he looked back up at his friend.

"Have we had lots of homework? Are the teachers all really angry?" Ron smiled.

"Well Snape of course was furious...saying something like 'thinks he can just ditch class cuz he's Dumbledore's favorite." Something struck inside of Harry when Ron mentioned Snape...like he outta know something about him, but he ignored it for now. In his opinion the less he knew about Snape the better, being the nasty fellow he is. "No Harry the people you have got to look out for are your teammates...Myself not included of course. They're absolutely furious...our game with Slytherin's coming up you know." Harry stared at the bed guiltily.

"Are they really that upset?" Ron smiled before running a hand through his hair.

"Oh yeah they seem to think the reason you're not showing up for practice is because you're gonna let the Slytherins win." Harry felt like he had just been slapped. He felt insulted over the very idea.

"Of course I wouldn't do that! No we're going to humiliate the Slytherins next week, and if I have it my way I'll knock the other team's seeker off their broom just to ensure our victory." Ron looked happy, but started to stare at Harry strangely.

"Err Harry you do realize Malfoy's Slytherin's seeker don't you?" Harry put on a face that said this was some kind of news to him.

"Oh is he?" He smirked. "All the better to knock him off then." Harry's anger suddenly came back to him, and he started ripping up paper again. Ron looked at him like he had gone mental, and if Harry were to look at himself he probably would have thought the same thing.

"Umm Harry what are you doing?" Harry looked up from what he was doing, and set down the paper.

"Tearing up Malfoy's letters. 'Meet me in my room...we'll have some fun.' 'Come by tonight at midnight...wear that special thing I gave you." Harry scoffed at the notes, and began to rip them some more. "It's a wonder I ever saw anything in the git...wanna try it's quite fun?" Ron politely shook his head, and put his hand on Harry's to get him to stop too. Harry looked up into concerned hazel eyes.

"Are you alright mate? I mean you haven't really seen anyone since...well I don't really know what happened." Ron finished lamely, knowing he probably wasn't helping. Harry sighed he knew was going to have to tell someone at some point.

"We broke up Ron that's what happened." Ron's jaw dropped, and Harry shifted some ripped paper in his hand, effectively avoiding his friend's gaze.

"You...you broke up? But that's not possible...I don't mean to say I'm not happy, but he let you brake up with him?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"No, I don't suppose he did, but then I don't really care what he likes...I punched him, and then left...I'm pretty sure he got the message." Harry's eyes darkened considerably, and clenched his fists, feeling his fingernails dig into his skin. But he looked up when he heard Ron laughing.

"So that's what happened to the ferret...as soon as the train stopped he ran out clutching his jaw. Of course we heard your...umm well yelling, so we figured something might have happened, and then after you shut yourself up...our theory was kind of backed up." Harry crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly in another bad mood. "If it makes you feel any better I don't think Malfoy's taking it very well." Harry's face brightened at this.

"Oh really? Upset is he?" Ron smiled at his friend's obvious pleasure, and figured he better humor him.

"Oh yeah. Sulks around all day...snaps at everyone who tries to talk to him, and you should see him in potions class...it's like he's frozen. Snape actually yelled at him once for not paying attention, and he all cowered into a crouch, and didn't say a word the rest of the lesson." This cheered up Harry...although when he heard Snape's name a chill went through him again, and he didn't have the faintest idea why.

"Ron, has Snape been acting normal lately?" Ron stared at him oddly, and Harry suddenly felt very stupid for asking the question.

"Umm well I've only had him once, but he seemed like normal cantankerous Snape to me." Harry nodded, feeling even more stupid. "So Harry wanna go downstairs for dinner?" Harry felt his stomach growl. The cakes didn't really seem to fill him up all that much, and he figured he might as well.

"Why not Ron...I could do with a good laugh at seeing Malfoy's ugly face." Ron gave him a skeptical look at that statement, but nodded despite himself. They both got up, and after Harry changed into clean, much less smelly clothes, they headed down to the great hall.

Harry felt a sickening feeling in his stomach once they walked through the doors into the hall where everyone was currently eating dinner. Quickly avoiding everyone's gaze, and doing his best to ignore their whispers, he plopped into a seat between Hermione and Ron, which resulted in even more whispering. This was after all the first time he had sat at Gryffindor table since he had turned all Slyteriny.

"Harry! So glad to see you out and about...I knew Ron could convince you to come down." Harry put on a fake smile.

"Well Hermione to tell you the truth I think my stomach did the best convincing." He stuffed some mashed potatoes into his mouth before adding rather loudly. "Besides I decided I was being silly, and had nothing to be upset about in the first place." He quickly glanced at the Slytherin table, and noticed that every single one of them were staring at him with narrowed eyes...Draco included.

"Well I'm glad to hear that Harry." Harry felt an arm snake around his shoulder, and looked up into Fred and George's smiling faces.

"Yeah Harry this means you can start practicing for Quidditch you slacker." Harry felt himself laugh.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that guys, Slytherin doesn't stand a chance next week." He made a note to say this rather loudly, and saw Hermione glance at the Slytherin table nervously then smile back at him, but he was still looking at the twins.

"You better Harry." George said and then put on a worried face, Fred finished relaying both of their worries.

"Yeah Harry I heard that git Malfoy." He stopped himself for a second, but seeing no complaint from Harry continued. "I heard he somehow managed to snag himself a firebolt...can you believe that?" Harry stared guiltily at the table. Having been the one to give Draco his broom he doubted he'd be very popular with his teammates, so instead he put on a shocked face.

"You're kidding! That dumb git...I can't believe he got his daddy to buy him another broom." When he heard many of the Gryffindors begin to laugh he stared guiltily at the table again.

"Yeah I bet he tried to get good old pops to buy him another set to make up for his bad playing, but it would probably bankrupt even him." Harry still felt quite guilty, but laughed along with the others at Ron's expense.

"Well you know Weasley, most wizarding families can buy a few brooms without going broke, but then I suppose you can't even buy one." Harry cringed when he heard the all too familiar sneering voice, and it was the last one he wanted to here at the moment. He didn't even look up, afraid of what he would see, and instead shoved another spoonful of potatoes into his mouth. He was quite glad when Hermione took the reins.

"Sod off ferret boy. Nobody here wants to talk to you." Harry knew immediately it was a mistake to insult him. His niceness clause didn't seem to apply today.

"Oh I'm not staying long. I just thought all of you Gryffindors would like to know exactly who I got my new broom from." Harry's heart caught in his chest. There was no way he could do this. Then his rational brain came back, and called him a moron for not knowing he would do exactly this. Still he couldn't give up without a fight. He looked up to see the blond who was staring directly at him.

His heart gave a lurch as he saw the coldness in them. He hadn't seen these eyes since they had gotten together, and he made a quick attempt to plead green eyes to gray not to do what he was thinking about doing. The gray eyes however held no sympathy. "Malfoy no one cares what you're mumbling about, now go play somewhere else." Harry shot a glance at Ron. That was definitely not the right thing to say to the blond at the moment. Draco's lip seemed to curl into a snarl, and Harry knew what was coming.

"Oh but I think you will care once you find out who gave me such a generous gift." He shot a look at the Gryffindors before settling his gaze back on Harry. The blond seemed to be enjoying this immensely. "Harry dear should I tell them, or do you want the honor? I mean I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise of your gift." Draco suddenly stopped and put a hand to his mouth. "Oops! Sorry babe...guess I let it slip."

Harry shot up from the table, now completely livid. Ignoring all the sudden talk that had erupted all over the hall. He balled up his fists, and shook again with anger. "Malfoy you asshole! Don't ever call me dear, or babe, or hell even Harry! I prefer Potter from the likes of you." To his surprise the blond smirked.

"Ah but sweetums I thought you said that since we were fucking that I should call you by your first name...baby." Harry stared at the blond. He seemed to be really enjoying this, and Harry felt like punching him again at each sarcastic comment. The hall had quieted down at this, and Harry thought he preferred them talking.

"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE BLONDIE...FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU UP YOUR STUPID ASS!" Harry stormed out of the great hall, and cringed when he heard Draco call after him.

"DID YOU FORGET PUMPKIN?...YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S ON BOTTOM!" Harry practically ran down the corridor, fully crying now. He hadn't wanted to see the blond so soon in case something like that were to happen. He despised Draco even more, and as he ran into what he thought was an empty classroom his mouth dropped open in surprise.

He stood there clutching his heart, and staring into the concerned face of someone he had never thought he'd see again. "Pro...Professor Lupin what are doing here?"
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