#more than ruin'd hopes shall mourn

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More than Ruin'd Hopes shall Mourn. by jamie2109

Excerpt:

'Rumour has it that Potter and his girlfriend are on the verge of a break up,' Blaise said quietly so that Draco's mother and Pansy, who were chatting over table placements, could not hear.

'Oh, and where did you hear this juicy piece of gossip?' Draco asked.

'I heard them arguing in a shop this afternoon. Very loudly and about you.' Blaise gave Draco a knowing smirk. 'You kissed Potter.'

Draco started and then glared at Blaise. 'Was that a question or an accusation?'

'I'd say that response only confirms what I heard in Gladrags.'

Blaise was infuriating when he had that 'I know your secret, so there,' smirk. Much as Draco loved him as a friend, it also made him want to smack that look right off his face.

'Just tell me what happened, Blaise,' Draco insisted.

'Then you have to tell me what snogging Potter was like,' Blaise argued.

Growling, Draco agreed, ignoring the triumphant look that shot across Blaise's face. It was a small price to pay to discover the situation between Potter and the ginger bits.

'Well, I don’t know what they were arguing about exactly,' Blaise started, and Draco groaned thinking there was no substance to what Blaise claimed after all. 'Potter cast a Silencing charm but as any good Slytherin worth the name knows how to lip read, I could understand most of what they were saying.'

'Well…?' Draco pressed impatiently.

'Apparently, Miss Ginevra Weasley thinks that her hero Golden boy is cheating on her with you. She insists that as Potter spends all his time here, there is something more than common gratitude driving it. She claims that Potter could easily assign more guards to you if he really wanted and, because of his name, could twist the Head Auror around his little finger and wriggle out of having to guard you twenty-four hours a day.'

This was gold, Draco thought, and almost exactly how he'd hoped their relationship would slide. Trust the ginger bits to completely overlook the fact that Potter was being guarded as much as he was guarding Draco. If memory served him correctly, Robards had said Draco and Potter were easier to guard if they were together. Draco wondered then, amused, if Potter had conveniently forgotten to inform the ginger bits of this fact. Draco's anger at Potter's absence almost completely evaporated. 'What did Potter have to say about that?'

'He was angry. I have no idea what you did to him, but he said something scathing that made Weasley go pale. That was when she launched into the cheating diatribe.'

'Potter admitted to cheating?' Not that he had really, Draco had been the one to initiate the kiss, but Potter's self righteousness would insist that he'd cheated anyway. Especially as for a second he'd kissed back. It was definitely time to exert some more pressure on Potter, drive that wedge between him and the ginger bits deeper.

'No, but he flushed redder than Weasley's hair. He mostly just got angry and told her that she didn’t know him very well if she expected him to use his name to get what he wanted. She didn't like that, that's for sure, shouting that she was entitled to expect he use every ounce of influence he had so his girlfriend got to see him once in a while.'

Draco laughed. It was too perfect. Potter thought himself above using his name to get him what he wanted, did he? If he did, then it was only because people fell all over themselves to make sure Potter had what he wanted before he thought to ask for it.

'Potter calmed down then a little and tried to make nice by telling her they had the party that night to look forward to being together and they should make the most of it instead of arguing. She agreed but, Draco, she is not happy.'

'It sounds like it. I bet she's not pleased that she and the rest of Potter's hangers on have been shoved aside out of the spotlight now they prefer me.'

Blaise laughed. 'You could be right. Even I get more attention from the media these days than that lot of Gryffindors do.'

That gave Draco an idea. 'Blaise, best friend, how would you feel about doing something about that attraction you had for the ginger bits back in school?'

'You're attempting to break the Golden couple up?'

'With as much publicity as possible.'

'What about the bloke I'm seeing?'

Draco raised an eyebrow. 'Seeing as you don’t care enough to even tell us his name, he can’t be that important to you. Will you really miss him?'

'Point.' Blaise considered for a moment. 'Draco, that's devious,' he said. Then he smirked. 'You really do want Potter, don’t you?'

Draco gave him a long stare. 'Only long enough to make the fool fall for me so I can teach him what it feels like to be rejected and dumped.'

Blaise shook his head. 'Is that worth all the trouble it will cause?'

Draco nodded. He hadn’t told Blaise about everything, and he wasn't going to. He loved Blaise, but he trusted Pansy with his life. Having Potter right where he wanted was worth more than just about anything to him and definitely worth any trouble it took to get him there.

'Then I'll do it. Might be nice to find out if the collars and cuffs match.'

Draco's grimaced. 'I really don’t want to know that, thanks.'

'All right,' Blaise gave in, grinning. 'Now, tell me about snogging Potter.'

'It was an accident. He was being an arse about having the night off and I just kissed him to shut him up.'

Blaise laughed. 'I thought you were more organised than 'an accident', Draco.'

'Oh, shut up and go and lure the ginger bits away from my Potter,' Draco shot back, disgruntled because Blaise was right; he generally went about his seduction with a lot more finesse than how he'd been handling Potter. Damn, but Potter always did manage to stuff up his plans.

'You do realise you just said 'my Potter', don’t you?' Blaise snickered.

Draco merely glared at Blaise until he relented and left.

More than Ruin’d Hopes shall Mourn.

jamie2109

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:

Draco wasn’t entirely positive when he’d come to the awful conclusion that Potter had something tangible that made people love him. However, he was sure of the exact moment he realised he coveted that love enough to do something about it.

Excerpt:

‘Mr. Malfoy, how does it feel to be a hero?’

‘Who, me?’ Draco pretended shock. ‘I’m no hero. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.’

‘No one else jumped in front of the curse. Just you. How can you explain that?’

Draco frowned as if thinking. ‘Perhaps their reflexes weren’t as good as mine. It did happen very quickly.’

‘Can you tell us in your own words what happened?’

‘It all happened so fast.’ Draco really had no idea what had happened at all but he appeared to think about it. ‘One minute I was among the crowd, making my way to Fortescue’s for ice cream and the next I heard a noise. Without even thinking about it, I found myself over the barrier.’ And that wasn’t even a lie,Draco thought, greatly amused.

‘It was an extremely brave thing to do, Mr. Malfoy,’ one female reporter said, simpering. ‘Can you tell my readers why you did it?’

No. Absolutely no fucking idea, darling, Draco thought, and if I’d had a choice about it, I’d have never done it. Instead, Draco smiled awkwardly and dropped his eyes. ‘There was no way I could stand by and watch the Golden boy hurt by some disaffected wizard,’ he said softly.

He risked a glance at Potter, who’d been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time, half expecting to see Potter angry and on the verge of disputing his version of the story. Strangely, Potter didn’t look like that at all. Instead he had awed gratitude on his face. It was enough to make Draco blink several times in shock.

After several more questions, which Draco answered modestly, just making the reporters want to call him a hero even more, Draco claimed tiredness and had Potter remove them from his room.

He was actually tired and ached terribly. He had Potter hunt down a Healer and get him some more potion for the pain. Once he’d been examined by the Healer and told he’d need to stay overnight, he settled down for a nap.

‘You going to sit there and watch me sleep, then?’ Draco looked at Potter seated in the corner and smirked.

‘I have to. They still haven’t caught whoever aimed that curse at me and they think that whoever it was might now be after you for interfering.’

Draco frowned. Actual danger was unexpected. ‘Fine, then. You can stay.’

‘I was going to.’

‘Good. Now shut up and let me sleep.’

‘Prat.’ He sounded fond, which annoyed Draco. Potter had no right to familiarity.

‘I’m the bloody prat who took a curse for you, Potter, so kindly shut up. “

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More than Ruin’d Hopes shall Mourn.

jamie2109

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:

Draco wasn’t entirely positive when he’d come to the awful conclusion that Potter had something tangible that made people love him. However, he was sure of the exact moment he realised he coveted that love enough to do something about it.

Excerpt:

‘Mr. Malfoy, how does it feel to be a hero?’

‘Who, me?’ Draco pretended shock. ‘I’m no hero. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.’

‘No one else jumped in front of the curse. Just you. How can you explain that?’

Draco frowned as if thinking. ‘Perhaps their reflexes weren’t as good as mine. It did happen very quickly.’

‘Can you tell us in your own words what happened?’

‘It all happened so fast.’ Draco really had no idea what had happened at all but he appeared to think about it. ‘One minute I was among the crowd, making my way to Fortescue’s for ice cream and the next I heard a noise. Without even thinking about it, I found myself over the barrier.’ And that wasn’t even a lie,Draco thought, greatly amused.

‘It was an extremely brave thing to do, Mr. Malfoy,’ one female reporter said, simpering. ‘Can you tell my readers why you did it?’

No. Absolutely no fucking idea, darling, Draco thought, and if I’d had a choice about it, I’d have never done it. Instead, Draco smiled awkwardly and dropped his eyes. ‘There was no way I could stand by and watch the Golden boy hurt by some disaffected wizard,’ he said softly.

He risked a glance at Potter, who’d been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time, half expecting to see Potter angry and on the verge of disputing his version of the story. Strangely, Potter didn’t look like that at all. Instead he had awed gratitude on his face. It was enough to make Draco blink several times in shock.

After several more questions, which Draco answered modestly, just making the reporters want to call him a hero even more, Draco claimed tiredness and had Potter remove them from his room.

He was actually tired and ached terribly. He had Potter hunt down a Healer and get him some more potion for the pain. Once he’d been examined by the Healer and told he’d need to stay overnight, he settled down for a nap.

‘You going to sit there and watch me sleep, then?’ Draco looked at Potter seated in the corner and smirked.

‘I have to. They still haven’t caught whoever aimed that curse at me and they think that whoever it was might now be after you for interfering.’

Draco frowned. Actual danger was unexpected. ‘Fine, then. You can stay.’

‘I was going to.’

‘Good. Now shut up and let me sleep.’

‘Prat.’ He sounded fond, which annoyed Draco. Potter had no right to familiarity.

‘I’m the bloody prat who took a curse for you, Potter, so kindly shut up. “

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Excerpt:

Potter's eyes narrowed. 'You're just doing this to be an arse, aren’t you? You're taking advantage of my debt to you, for your own benefit, aren’t you?'

'Of course not.'

'Then I'm going tomorrow night. Unless you can give me a valid reason why I can't.' Potter was in Draco's face, challenging him with every word. Draco inhaled deeply and caught the aroma of Potter's last drink.

This felt familiar; not the genial, affable Potter of recent weeks, this was the Potter that stirred him up, churned his stomach into knots. Draco's nostrils flared as he took in the flashing, defiant depths of Potter's eyes. A sudden jolt of electricity hit the nerve endings that led straight to his groin, leaving Draco's heart racing at the throbbing, almost painful arousal. The famous scar was a faded white line in Potter's flushed face and Draco wanted to bite it and make it as red and angry-looking as the rest of Potter.

Shocked, he blinked and realised he should just turn away, but a flash of victory in Potter's eyes when Draco didn't have an answer for him, broke Draco's self control. He growled softly as he took Potter's face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

Draco was almost as shocked as Potter appeared to be. He hadn’t meant to snog Potter just yet, and certainly not in the middle of an argument, but, really, he thought to himself as he pulled back, it was perfect timing.

'That's why,' he said.

Draco bit back a laugh at the incredulous look on Potter's face. Then Potter flushed a deeper red and yelled, 'I'll be back day after tomorrow,' over his shoulder as he stormed out of the room.

While it hadn't gone quite according to plan, and Draco was more than a little annoyed at Potter for storming out, there had been one small glimpse of hope.

Harry Potter had kissed him back. Just for a moment, but it had been there.

꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

More than Ruin’d Hopes shall Mourn.

jamie2109

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:

Draco wasn’t entirely positive when he’d come to the awful conclusion that Potter had something tangible that made people love him. However, he was sure of the exact moment he realised he coveted that love enough to do something about it.

Excerpt:

‘Mr. Malfoy, how does it feel to be a hero?’

‘Who, me?’ Draco pretended shock. ‘I’m no hero. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.’

‘No one else jumped in front of the curse. Just you. How can you explain that?’

Draco frowned as if thinking. ‘Perhaps their reflexes weren’t as good as mine. It did happen very quickly.’

‘Can you tell us in your own words what happened?’

‘It all happened so fast.’ Draco really had no idea what had happened at all but he appeared to think about it. ‘One minute I was among the crowd, making my way to Fortescue’s for ice cream and the next I heard a noise. Without even thinking about it, I found myself over the barrier.’ And that wasn’t even a lie,Draco thought, greatly amused.

‘It was an extremely brave thing to do, Mr. Malfoy,’ one female reporter said, simpering. ‘Can you tell my readers why you did it?’

No. Absolutely no fucking idea, darling, Draco thought, and if I’d had a choice about it, I’d have never done it. Instead, Draco smiled awkwardly and dropped his eyes. ‘There was no way I could stand by and watch the Golden boy hurt by some disaffected wizard,’ he said softly.

He risked a glance at Potter, who’d been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time, half expecting to see Potter angry and on the verge of disputing his version of the story. Strangely, Potter didn’t look like that at all. Instead he had awed gratitude on his face. It was enough to make Draco blink several times in shock.

After several more questions, which Draco answered modestly, just making the reporters want to call him a hero even more, Draco claimed tiredness and had Potter remove them from his room.

He was actually tired and ached terribly. He had Potter hunt down a Healer and get him some more potion for the pain. Once he’d been examined by the Healer and told he’d need to stay overnight, he settled down for a nap.

‘You going to sit there and watch me sleep, then?’ Draco looked at Potter seated in the corner and smirked.

‘I have to. They still haven’t caught whoever aimed that curse at me and they think that whoever it was might now be after you for interfering.’

Draco frowned. Actual danger was unexpected. ‘Fine, then. You can stay.’

‘I was going to.’

‘Good. Now shut up and let me sleep.’

‘Prat.’ He sounded fond, which annoyed Draco. Potter had no right to familiarity.

‘I’m the bloody prat who took a curse for you, Potter, so kindly shut up. “

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More than Ruin’d Hopes shall Mourn.

jamie2109

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Explicit Language, Sexual Content Summary:

Draco wasn’t entirely positive when he’d come to the awful conclusion that Potter had something tangible that made people love him. However, he was sure of the exact moment he realised he coveted that love enough to do something about it.

Excerpt:

‘Mr. Malfoy, how does it feel to be a hero?’

‘Who, me?’ Draco pretended shock. ‘I’m no hero. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.’

‘No one else jumped in front of the curse. Just you. How can you explain that?’

Draco frowned as if thinking. ‘Perhaps their reflexes weren’t as good as mine. It did happen very quickly.’

‘Can you tell us in your own words what happened?’

‘It all happened so fast.’ Draco really had no idea what had happened at all but he appeared to think about it. ‘One minute I was among the crowd, making my way to Fortescue’s for ice cream and the next I heard a noise. Without even thinking about it, I found myself over the barrier.’ And that wasn’t even a lie,Draco thought, greatly amused.

‘It was an extremely brave thing to do, Mr. Malfoy,’ one female reporter said, simpering. ‘Can you tell my readers why you did it?’

No. Absolutely no fucking idea, darling, Draco thought, and if I’d had a choice about it, I’d have never done it. Instead, Draco smiled awkwardly and dropped his eyes. ‘There was no way I could stand by and watch the Golden boy hurt by some disaffected wizard,’ he said softly.

He risked a glance at Potter, who’d been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time, half expecting to see Potter angry and on the verge of disputing his version of the story. Strangely, Potter didn’t look like that at all. Instead he had awed gratitude on his face. It was enough to make Draco blink several times in shock.

After several more questions, which Draco answered modestly, just making the reporters want to call him a hero even more, Draco claimed tiredness and had Potter remove them from his room.

He was actually tired and ached terribly. He had Potter hunt down a Healer and get him some more potion for the pain. Once he’d been examined by the Healer and told he’d need to stay overnight, he settled down for a nap.

‘You going to sit there and watch me sleep, then?’ Draco looked at Potter seated in the corner and smirked.

‘I have to. They still haven’t caught whoever aimed that curse at me and they think that whoever it was might now be after you for interfering.’

Draco frowned. Actual danger was unexpected. ‘Fine, then. You can stay.’

‘I was going to.’

‘Good. Now shut up and let me sleep.’

‘Prat.’ He sounded fond, which annoyed Draco. Potter had no right to familiarity.

‘I’m the bloody prat who took a curse for you, Potter, so kindly shut up. “