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Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 10: Somebody to love. (2/2)

“Prongslet, you need to get up”

The light that came through the window was blinding him, Harry put his pillow over his head and curled up more inside the sheets of the bed.

“Harry, really.” The scolding tone in his father’s voice has become this normal thing these past few weeks.

Ten days tops, my arse.

Harry knew this would happen. He was so fucking aware that Draco was going to aparate away and remember that being locked up was awful and that he could use this time to live a happy life, not this borderline military camp that they were living at the mansion.

He was lashing out on everyone. Last night, when Hermione came to talk to him, he kind of yelled at her and told her to fuck off.

“It’s okay to miss him, you know?” She said, leaning on the doorframe. Harry just held her gaze, bored expression on his face. “I miss Ron too, I think that being away from him has made me come to term with quite a few things... Did that happen to you as well?”

Come to terms with what? With how desperately in love he was? He could do that with Draco in the same fucking room, thank you very much. He crossed his arms and looked at the window, expecting for her to leave if he didn’t reply. He was wrong.

“You should tell him... When he comes back.”

Harry froze, all the fibers in his body just suddenly were too aware of what his friend had jus suggested. Draco could not know, if he knew that the green-eyed boy felt more than just friendship for him, then maybe he would stop whatever it was that they had... He had put a lot of effort in clarifying to the blond boy that he had options, that Harry wasn’t going to get mad or anything... He never doubted that this was because Malfoy lacked Nott right now.

Maybe there was this tiny part of him (almost inexistent, really) that hoped that Draco would fell in love with him between kisses and late night talks... This part of him kind of wished that Malfoy would love him instead of Nott, that he would like his kisses better... or that he would like sleeping with him more, in comparison (if the blond boy ever dared to do something slightly like that with him)... The wildest wish he had was hoping that the blond boy would see him, and think that he was the most attractive person on the planet, just like Harry felt when he looked at the blond. More handsome than bloody Nott, at least. That wasn’t going to happen, though. Harry was this skinny awkward boy... Yes, thanks to quidditch and an entire year of good nutrition for the first time in his life, he looked better, healthier... But he had seen Nott, and much to his dislike, the brunette was much more easy on the eyes than he would ever be.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He replied stubbornly.

“That you love him, Harry. It’s obvious.” Make her shut the fuck up.

“What the hell makes you say that, huh? I don’t. It doesn’t mean anything, what we do, I’m just bored and he is bored too. Don’t project whatever it is that you feel for Ron and your unsuccessful relationship on what we do. Because it’s not a relationship even. And I don’t want it to be. Why don’t you mind your own business, Hermione? Just for once.”

“Fine, be that way. Maybe if you weren’t as much of a bullheaded arsehole they both would be here right now.” She hissed at him, finally saying out loud what Harry already knew since they both started packing. That this was his fault, there was no other person to blame for this. She slammed the door on her way out.

He felt Sirius lifting up the covers, leaving him to feel the cold breeze that entered through his window, forcing him to curl up even more to fight the uncomfortable sensation. He liked his covers, they made him feel like he was safe... he also hadn’t wash them since Draco left so he could smell the blond’s boy flowery scent... by now they were so used that they probably just stank but whatever.

“Rise and shine.”

“Did they come back?” He asked lifting his pillow to look at them. Just glancing at their expressions was enough to know the answer. He sat just to reach the covers that were pulled to the end of the bed and then he threw himself on the mattress again, feeling the safe warm of the sheets again. “I’m not in the mood right now.”

“We didn’t even tell you what we were going to do.” Sirius replied with an annoyed tone.

“For whatever it is, I’m not in the mood.” He said, closing his eyes, trying to ignore them until he drifted back to sleep.

———————

They were in the middle of dinner when the crack of apparation irrupted the awkward silence that was stretching between them.

Harry froze, feeling the blood pumping through his heart. Alive, he felt alive.

“Hey! We are home!” Ron’s voice came from the living room.

Three weeks, three whole fucking weeks, Sirius’ birthday was the following day.

“Sorry we took a little longer! The ferret wanted to do a protection ritual and the moon phases weren’t quite right yet.”

Oh, okay. How casual. Not even a bloody Patronus saying that they were staying longer, Harry was almost fearing that they were actually captured or dead somewhere. Turns out that the moon phases weren’t quite right. Something shattered inside the cabinet, maybe a few expensive plates for the sound of it. Fuck.

When they entered the kitchen, the first one that talked was Hermione, well, talk was maybe not the correct term.

“And you didn’t think that it would have been nice to let us know? You said a week! Ten days tops! We have all been sick with worry here and you say ‘Hey, we are home’?? I don’t even want to look at neither of you. There is not enough food for you two , I wasn’t counting you when I cooked the pasta. Eat a cereal bar or something, or don’t, who cares.”

She stormed out of the room and the sound of her steps on the stairs echoed around the house. Harry just turned to look at both of them.

“I’m glad you are here.” Then he pushed back his unfinished plate and stood up. “I’m not hungry anymore.” And marched off upstairs like Hermione did.

Before he entered his room, he could hear his dad’s voice.

“Good luck with that. They haven’t been very easy to live with lately.”

Harry was just thinking that they could all just go fuck themselves.

The record player’s sound invaded the room. Padfoot had moved it to his room last week, hoping that it would cheer Harry up, at least a bit. Hearing Queen soothed him because it was like having Malfoy near, and even though the blond boy was here now, he was too mad to go and hug him. The bloody bastard lied to his face before he left, promising to come back sooner.

His eyes were closed but he heard the door opening softly, he cracked one eye open, the light luminous hair being the first thing that he saw. He closed it again, ignoring him completely.

The song changed and ‘Somebody to Love’ started to play. Harry thought that the universe was just doing it on purpose.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little

Can barely stand on my feet

(Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)

Lord, what you're doing to me (yeah yeah)

I have spent all my years in believing you

But I just can't get no relief, Lord!

Somebody (somebody) ooh somebody (somebody)

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

The song was a bit too close to home. Harry wishing that someone would love him the way that Malfoy loved Nott... That just for once, life would smile at him and would give him something that he craved for.

The blond boy didn’t say anything, he just closed the door behind him and stood on the other side of the room.

Harry wasn’t going to talk if Draco wasn’t even trying. He fixed his glasses and crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever?” Draco asked tentatively, before flashing a handsome smirk his way. “Didn’t you miss me?”

He didn’t have the slightest idea of how much he missed him. Nonetheless, Harry tried to preserve the little dignity that he had left by not replying.

Everyday (everyday) I try and I try and I try

But everybody wants to put me down

They say I'm going crazy

They say I got a lot of water in my brain

Ah, got no common sense

I got nobody left to believe in

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

The boy started to mouth the lyrics, not singing, just... doing the playback, his grey eyes shining. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Oh, Lord

Ooh somebody, ooh somebody

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

(Can anybody find me someone to love)

Got no feel, I got no rhythm

I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing)

I'm OK, I'm alright (he's alright, he's alright)

I ain't gonna face no defeat (yeah yeah)

I just gotta get out of this prison cell

One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Every note, Draco was doing the playback so perfectly that he almost seemed like he was singing to Harry. His heart was pounding, he was fighting the smile that was starting to appear in his face, biting his lower lip.

“It’s not working.” He said, raising an eyebrow, trying to act like Malfoy wasn’t the most beautiful and cute creature ever... Here, dancing to this particular song, offering him his most dashing smile in his repertoire.

Find me somebody to love

Draco danced his way towards where he was sitting on the bed, twirling dramatically mouthing the lyrics as he did.

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love love love

Find me somebody to love

He knelt in the mattress, smirking at him. The crescendo of the song was building up the anticipation of what was about to happen. He inhaled Malfoy’s delicious smell and knew that he wouldn’t be strong enough to deny whatever that the boy was going to ask from him. Fuck his pride, Draco could ask for his heart so he could perform a blood ritual and Harry would gladly rip off his chest just to give it to him.

Somebody somebody somebody somebody

Somebody find me

Somebody find me somebody to love

Can anybody find me...

The voice of Freddie Mercury filled the room, Draco stopped mouthing the lyrics and locked his grey stormy beautiful eyes with his green ones.

somebody to...

His lips itched, craving for Malfoy’s. ‘Kiss me, you gorgeous prat. Can’t you see that I might die if you don’t? I need to know that we are okay.’

love?

And like if the boy had read his thoughts, with the most epic moment of the entire song playing in the background, Malfoy kissed him. His lips grounded Harry for the first time in weeks, warming his heart and erasing all the self-loathing thought he had.

Right now it was just the two of them. No fights, no horcrux hunt, just Draco kissing him after a long trip.

Home, at last.

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