Legal BS: Don't own anything, sorry. Some lady in Britain…. Scotland? I hear she's a really good writer…

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATH, SLASH, AND MILD LANGUAGE. Just letting you know.

Kisses Were Never Meant to Hurt Ch. 8

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Malfoy was sitting on the same rock he had been when he and Harry had met that fateful night. Harry picked up a dirt clod, just as he had before, and threw it at the back of Malfoy's head. He didn't move.

"I didn't wash my hair this morning Potter," Malfoy said calmly.

"Didn't wash my hair either as a matter of fact," said Harry plainly, "I was waiting for you."

Malfoy got up from the rock and strode over to Harry.

"I want you to read this," he said. It looked like a note from Malfoy's father, that had been written yesterday judging by the date. "It came today."

Harry read.

Draco,

I do hope your holidays are going well and you are feeling terrible about your current decisions and chosen life path at the moment. This bit of news is sure to cheer you up – a gift arrived for you in the mail today from your great aunt Ursula. Apparently she forgot that you attend Hogwarts and sent it to the manor. I, being your father and entitled to whatever you receive, opened it myself only to reveal those deep crimson and emerald valor robes you had asked for. They would have looked stunning on you had I not torn them apart, sent them back and told your aunt that you had died tragically in a hippogriff attack not long ago. As I was unfolding them however, a note and envelope slipped out of the red robe. I opened it, and found a small silver brooch with an ornamental carving of a thestral on it that had apparently belonged to your mother when she was your age. What was Ursula doing, sending you a thestral brooch? It was hideous, and the fact that it belonged to your mother, the woman that gave birth to such a horrid thing of a young man was even more hideous. I bent and dented it and gave it to the garden gnomes as a token of my love. A thousand of those imbecile creatures would have made a better son than you. Have a very happy Christmas Draco, I know I sure will.

Lucius A. Malfoy

Harry looked up at Draco and handed him back the letter.

"Well?" Draco asked him, searching for some sort of emotion in Harry's eyes. After no response he said, "You're speechless."

Harry nodded. Then he spoke. "Your father... your father is worse than I had ever expected him to be Malfoy, I'm so sorry."

"As am I." said Malfoy sadly. "but let's not let him ruin our Christmas Eve, shall we Harry?" He shoved Harry backward and he fell to the ground. Malfoy got to his knees, strattled him, and kissed him hungrily, placing his hands behind Harry's head. He moved his left knee, making sure to give Harry a good bump in the side. Harry pulled away from Malfoy's kiss and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you being so rough?"

"Malfoys are rough Potter, you should have learned that by now." Malfoy pinned Harry down by both hands with his own knees, and kissed him again, more carefully this time. He paused to say something.

"You know why my father destroyed my gifts and said he hoped I'm feeling terrible?" Malfoy didn't give Harry a chance to say anything in response. "It's because he's mad that his only son and heir is gay, and dating the enemy of the Dark side of the wizarding world. You know what he's done for my punishment?" Malfoy punched Harry in the side of the face and then kissed him. "DO YOU?" he screamed.

"No," coughed Harry, who was now very scared for his life.

"He killed my mother. KILLED HER. Because of ME. ME AND YOU. We're on the same page here Potter, you should understand." Malfoy loved the look of shock that had registered on Harry's face. "He destroyed everything I own. All of my possessions, and he's taken every last bit of my own money for himself. DO YOU KNOW HOW BADLY THAT SUCKS, POTTER? Oh yeah, and guess what else? He's forcing me to get the Dark Mark!" at this, Draco laughed coldly, and Harry questioned his sanity. Draco brought his face close to Harry's and said softly, "Did I mention he killed my mother?" Draco looked disappointed when he didn't get an answer.

"ANSWER ME!" he hollered.

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"Hermione, do you hear all that yelling?" Ron asked, him and her being the only ones left in the common room this late at night.

"What yelling Ronald?" she yawned.

"The shouting – I think there's a fight going on somewhere near the castle," he said, sounding worried. Ron got up to look out the window onto the grounds, which was a clear view of the lake. "Ah yes," he said informatively, "It looks like Malfoy's beating up another of the non-death eaters again…" Ron looked closer, and suddenly jumped up into midair as Malfoy punched his victim once more in the stomach.

"HERMIONE! IT'S HARRY! MALFOY'S BEATING THE HELL OUT OF HARRY!"

"WHAT!" shrieked Hermione, as she jumped up from her chair. Ron was already at the portrait hole and beckoning her to follow him.

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"You mentioned it, yes," Harry barely whispered through gritted teeth. There was blood pouring from his nose and he had a bloody lip, his stomach couldn't take another punch as much as his face could, and he swore his hands were broken by now from the weight of Malfoy's knees on them.

"Good." Malfoy said happily. "Now that we've gotten that under control, I think we should talk about something."

Harry couldn't understand how Malfoy could beat him up and be talking civilly towards him at the same time.

"You know how I said my father is mad at me? Well, I'm mad at you Harry. If you hadn't been born, none of this would have ever happened. The dark lord would have been all powerful long ago, me and my family would have been happy, and my mother would not be dead right now. But I also would be very unhappy at the same time I was happy, if that makes any sense." Malfoy paused. "Do you know why?" Harry shook his head that was now pounding.

"Because If you had never been born Potter, I would have never met you. And if I had never met you, I would have never known love. I really do love you Harry, and that's why I'm doing this. I love you, and I love my father too – or I did, rather, and now I have to regain his trust." Malfoy pulled out his wand.

"STOP RIGHT THERE DRACO MALFOY," he heard somebody yell. "Puh. Weasley, go figure." He waved a hello at Ron and Hermione who both had their wands pointed at him. "I suppose you want your friend back?" he said casually.

"In one piece please," said Hermione forcefully.

"AND DON'T YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN. YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'VE BEEN HATING HARRY THESE PAST FEW MONTHS, YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I'VE BEEN SO CRUEL TO HIM AND TURNED ALMOST ALL HIS FRIENDS AGAINST HIM. I WANT YOU TO JUST SHUT UP." Ron was screaming now, and moving closer to Malfoy.

"Well then, it seems you and I have something in common here then; blame." Malfoy was just being smart now. Before Ron could say anything back, he jumped off Harry who yelled out at the pain in his hands, and walked towards Ron. Hermione had rushed over to Harry to help the bleeding stop.

"Care for a duel Weasley?"

"Damn you Malfoy, damn you and your whole family," Ron growled angrily.

"We already are," Malfoy responded wittily.

It was Ron that shot the first jinx, Jelofors. Malfoy's legs crumpled beneath him as if all the muscle had suddenly given up on him. He turned towards Ron and shouted "HERIOCUS!" and Ron's whole body tensed up and keeled over as he coughed up blood.

Now it was Hermione's turn to shout something, but she was hit by another jinx that had come from Malfoy as well and she was on the ground in an instant. Malfoy pulled himself over to Harry, and Ron looked up just in time to see this. He went to Harry's aid just as Hermione was beginning to sit up. Malfoy pulled Harry into a headlock and started kissing his neck.

"GET OFF OF MY BEST FRIEND DRACO MALFOY," hollered Ron who pointed his wand at Malfoy's head. Both Ron and Hermione gasped as Harry suddenly took a shuddering breath and leaned back against Malfoy. There was blood all over Malfoy's arm as he pulled a silver dagger out from behind Harry's back. Hermione screamed and grabbed Ron's arm, and Ron's face went as white as the snow around them.

"What? It's not like you've never seen blood before," said Malfoy calmly as he sat himself behind Harry and let his body drop into the snow.

"You, you –" Ron was near speechless, and it would have been hard to hear anything else besides these two words through Hermione's screaming.

"I killed him? Yes. I just killed the famous Harry Potter." And with that, Draco Malfoy smiled, and gave himself up to Ron and Hermione to do the dirty work.

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A/N: I told you it had a surprisingly twisted ending. You don't have to like it. I just thought I'd go against all usual D/H story plots that end in puppy love, happiness and acceptance. Thought I'd give you a bit more of the real world here. Thanks to all my reviewers, even though I lost most of you around the 5th-6th chapters. There's another story coming out soon, don't you worry; and this one won't be disappointing and dark at all.

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