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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of
      Violence
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Dean_Thomas, Dobby_(Harry_Potter), Draco
      Malfoy, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Ginny_Weasley, Rubeus_Hagrid, Harry
      Potter, Hermione_Granger, Lucius_Malfoy, Luna_Lovegood, Minerva
      McGonagall, Molly_Weasley, Alastor_“Mad-Eye”_Moody, Narcissa_Black
      Malfoy, Neville_Longbottom, Pansy_Parkinson, Arthur_Weasley, Blaise
      Zabini, Cho_Chang, Kingsley_Shacklebolt, Original_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Chan, Heterosexual_Sex, Slash_sex, Mpreg, Self-Harm,
      Sexual_Content, Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance
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      Published: 2008-02-07 Words: 2012
****** Loving A Hero ******
by Li3 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     So...Harry is preparing for the war against Voldemort and is
     convinced that he won't come out alive, victorious or not. When a
     relationship starts developing with Draco, Harry learns that there is
     too much to lose if he doesn't win and doesn't live. Bottom!Draco.
     Please leave reviews, because I would love them so much!^_^
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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Disclaimer: Characters and the realm of Harry Potter do not belong to me, but
to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros, and so on. I make no money off of this story.
Chapter 1-Serenity
 
The day was scorching hot as another one of those summertime heat waves swept
through Little Whinging and reduced the perfect town to something like a
godforsaken wasteland. All had retreated into the cool comfort of their homes,
with the exception of a certain dark-haired wizard who could be found spread-
eagled on his back in the drying grass of number four, Privet Drive’s backyard.
His posture was telltale of his exhaustion as his chest rose and fell
rhythmically with every slow breath he deeply inhaled and exhaled. The messy
mop of his jet black hair was plastered against his sweat-covered brows and
fanned out on the earth beneath him as he basked under the raging sun.
He had spent his whole morning and afternoon cleaning up number four, making
sure that the house was immaculate and the gardens kept, a strenuous job for
someone working alone…not that he ever had help before, mind you. It was just
that this day was different from all the rest, simply because he had chosen to
clean, chosen to pull out the weeds, and chosen to lie where he was. There was
no-one there to glare, berate, or purse their lips at him for his actions, and
it was gratifying to do something that he wanted to do.
The Dursleys had been sent into hiding in the States just the night before,
with no promises of return, since there was no certainty in the outcome of the
war. The thought that he might not see them ever again brought him no real
grief, maybe just a teeny hint of sadness, but he was honestly happy with his
solitude. Plus their departure meant that he could have that one day alone to
himself before he returned to the wizarding world and reentered the fight
against Voldemort. It was the perfect opportunity for him to immerse himself
into the ordinary things that, for the average person, seemed insignificant,
but meant everything for him.
Carefully, Harry stretched out his body, exhaling pleasurably as his sore
muscles tightened to a slight ache. Merlin that felt good, he thought
blissfully. Then he got up off the lawn and sauntered over to the backdoor,
silently making his way through the home until he reached the bathroom and
stripped down for a nice shower under lukewarm water.
As each article of clothing came off, the strong, yet subtly chiseled body of a
healthy developing male was revealed. Hard rippling limbs and a carved torso
made up his solid, yet agile build, with a set of angular jaws to match his new
masculine frame. His skin was dry and the tone was uneven, golden in some areas
while paler in others where the sun hadn’t had the pleasure of shining upon it.
Regardless, however, he had become a real sight and was looking better with
each passing day, all thanks to a little thing called ‘exercise’ and another
called ‘growing up’.
Harry made sure to take a nice long shower, taking the time to wash off any
stink and dirt he had gathered from gardening, and then lingered there when he
was done to have a toss. His cock was already half hard when he finally brought
a hand down to stroke himself. It had been a while since he’d taken the time to
masturbate, and the heavy weight in his hand was vaguely unfamiliar. He shut
his eyes, head thrown back a bit as he ran his fingers over his own cock,
relearning how long, how thick, and how smooth he was. Gradually, his stroking
began, pumping leisurely, but firmly, his mind focused only on the sensations
of his working hand and the blissful orgasm he was building up to. His
ministration proved sufficient when he came vibrating gently and groaning
softly in his pleasure. He stayed under the spray of the shower head a little
longer to rinse off the spunk and then shut off the water.
There it was again, that sense of serenity, which he had felt several times
that day. The first time it had occurred was when he had woken in his cot-like
bed to the sweet song of birds instead of the shrill shrieking of his aunt
Petunia. The second time was when he had stepped outside to do the gardening,
and feeling a warm breeze blow by, had shifted so that he stood still against
it, letting it gently caress him like the wonderful soothing strokes of a
lover’s hands. He had felt it once more, when he had picked the last living
rose from the rose bush in the backyard and ran his fingertips along its
petals. He had never felt anything softer or more delicate than the petals of
that thriving rose, which refused to die even though every other one in its
bush had wilted from the damaging sun. And now, after something as ordinary as
a simple healthy wank, he had felt another welcome calm, silent, simple, and
serene.
An hour later, dressed and refreshed, Harry gathered everything that meant
anything to him into a small pile atop his bed. It included the photo album
Hagrid had given to him, the fake Horcrux, the Sneakoscope from Ron, his
Firebolt, his Invisibility Cloak, and his wand; everything else he left in a
second pile in the middle of the floor of his tiny room. He put the album in
the side pack he had slung over his shoulder, and then slipped the Sneakoscope
around his neck along with the fake Horcrux, making sure to tuck it under his
shirt where he could feel it against his skin. With one last look around his
room, he briskly threw on his Invisibility Cloak, picked up his Firebolt, and
walked out of the home with his head held high. When he was finally out in the
backyard again, he mounted his broom, rearranged his Invisibility Cloak so that
he couldn’t be seen, and kicked off into the evening sky without a soul in
Little Whinging to know that he had departed, just like they never knew he had
come that night nearly sixteen years ago.
                                 HP @)~>~~~ DM
Draco was so scared, so hungry, and so tired that he could hardly move another
step, but the desire to live kept him going. His destination was so close. If
he was fast enough, he could get there before it got too dark, and right now
the sun was already halfway set on the horizon. Currently, he was walking
through a small patch of forest land and had just made it to the edge when he
heard a great deal of commotion in the nearby area. He quickly hid behind a
tree and clutched the wand in his hand tighter as he peeked out in the
direction of the noises, his heart skipping a beat or two at the sight that met
him.
Standing about thirty feet away was an oddly constructed house, which looked
even stranger now with a wall blasted off and the roof caved in. A girl with
long dirty blond hair had just run out of it, sprinting towards the forest and
shooting stunning spells over her shoulder, while a man, who Draco deduced to
be her father, had tripped and fell at the threshold. Two Death Eaters were
instantly behind him, their wands pointed threateningly.
“Come back, Loony!” one of the Death Eaters called out in a singsong voice.
“We’ll kill him very, very slowly if you don’t.”
“Run, Luna! Don’t come back!” the man shouted before the Death Eaters laughed
and cast a Cruciatus on him.
Draco had to cover his ears, not wanting to hear the horrible screams that
erupted through the open area.
“Daddy!” she screamed, turning back despite her father’s words and shouting a
quick, “Stupefy!” that no one expected.
To Draco’s surprise, one of the Death Eaters was actually hit with the spell
and went crashing backwards into a wall. But her luck seemed to run out there,
because the second Death Eater immediately cast a Body-Bind on her, and before
her father could help, he was hit with the Killing Curse. For a moment, silence
rang through the air until the Death Eater kicked the corpse, whose head had
turned to stare wide-eyed and pleading in the direction where Draco was
crouched and hidden. Draco had to smother a gasp of shock with his hand as he
stared right back into the face that had been frozen in time. It was as if the
dead man had known that he had been hiding where he was all along, and had
intentionally screwed up his face that way to beg Draco to help his daughter.
“You little bitch. We’ll have some fun with you,” Draco heard the Death Eater
sneer, drawing his attention to the dark figure disrobing as he stomped to
where the girl had fallen.
Draco knew what that meant. They were going to rape her, and that thought
stirred vicious memories that Draco did not wish to remember.
He shut his eyes and tried to cover his ears more tightly, but the screaming
and pleading voices in his memories wouldn’t cease and it wasn’t long before
the girl’s screaming joined in. His heart was pounding in his chest, his eyes
burning with tears. He couldn’t go out there to help her; he had come too far
to die now. And it wasn’t as if he knew the girl, so why risk his neck? But as
he stood there, hearing, without wanting to, her cries for help and the ripping
of her garments, he found himself desperately wanting to blast the dicks off of
the cowardly bastards that found enjoyment in torturing the helpless in such
extreme ways.
It was too much to take as he fought with himself to remain where he was, and
he had to stifle his whimpers as his tears spilled over pale cheeks.
“Noo! Somebody please help!” she cried out desperately. “Harry!”
And that defeated way she called out for his school nemesis did it for him in a
way that he didn’t have time to understand at the moment. The next thing he
knew, he had shot the Sectumsempra Curse at the one poised between the girl’s
legs. Caught by surprise, the Death Eater was hit squarely in the chest, and
fallen backwards with a soft thud. A curse was fired almost instantly in
Draco’s direction, sent by the second Death Eater, who had since located his
hiding place. Draco moved to dodge it, while shooting an Impediment Hex at his
opponent. Luckily, the Death Eater was hit, but at the same time, Draco could
also register a slight ache in his side. He hoped the damage was not too bad as
he ran over to the girl, who was now on her feet with her wand in hand in spite
of the protests her quaking body was making.
“Th-thank you,” she sobbed as he grabbed her as gently as he could by her
shoulders.
“Hold on to me, quickly!” Draco demanded.
She did as he said without wasting another minute, and he quickly Disapparated
with her, disappearing and reappearing at random places to throw off anyone on
their trail, before Apparating back to a remote area in Ottery St. Catchpole.
“Why are we back here? Shouldn’t we be going to the Ministry or something?”
Luna asked.
“Do you know where the Weasleys live?” Draco asked hastily, having lost his
sense of direction.
She looked around herself, studying the environment for a moment before
nodding.
She pointed to a hill in the distance and said, “They are just beyond that hill
there.”
“Okay, we’ve got to make a run for it. It won’t be long before the Death Eaters
find us,” Draco wheezed, having difficulty breathing. “Come,” he said, taking
her hand and sprinting in the direction.
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