When The Devil Falls | Draco Malfoy x Tom Riddle

Chapter 33 | Truth Always Prevails

The initial softness of their kiss gave way to an increasing intensity, fueled by the emotions they were feeling after these recent revelations. Sirius's hands gently traced the contours of Remus's face, conveying a silent understanding. Remus, in turn, threaded his fingers through Sirius's dark hair, pulling him closer.

Their lips moved in a dance of love, each touch a proof of the deep connection they had always shared. The taste of fire whiskey lingered, a bittersweet backdrop to the rising heat between them. The kiss grew more fervent, an unspoken agreement to lose themselves in the moment.

As the need for proximity intensified, Sirius guided Remus toward the bedroom, their lips never breaking contact. The moonlit room became a sanctuary reminding them of their rendezvous at their time in Hogwarts in one Room Of Requirement, a space where the complexities of the world outside ceased to exist.

Remus's fingers deftly worked on the buttons of Sirius's shirt, revealing the familiar contours of a body that had been etched into his memory. Sirius reciprocated, their movements a seamless synchronization born from years of familiarity - almost habitual at this stage in their life. The soft glow of the moon highlighted the lines and scars on their bodies, a testament to the battles they had fought both together and apart.

They stumbled onto the bed, their hands exploring each other with an urgency. Clothes were shed, revealing the desire that had always lingered beneath the surface.

In the dimly lit study of Malfoy Manor, the Dark Lord, immersed in the tedious task of reviewing paperwork related to his plans for the upcoming term, was suddenly interrupted by the subtle buzzing of a leather-bound journal. With a flick of his wand, the journal floated gracefully across the room and landed on the stack of papers before him.

Curious, Tom Riddle opened the journal, revealing the elegant handwriting of Draco Malfoy. His eyes scanned the page, absorbing the heartfelt words penned by his perfect lover.

Tom Riddle's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he read Draco's words. The loyalty and devotion expressed in the young Malfoy's letter had only just reaffirmed his belief in the strength of their bond. With a sense of quiet satisfaction, he folded the journal and tucked it away, knowing exactly what he had to do to make sure that his beloved wasn't plagued by nightmares anymore.

In the soft morning light filtering through the windows of Remus's room, it shone brightly on Draco, Harry, Remus, Sirius, Blaise, and Theo who had gathered there. Harry took a deep breath, knowing he needed to share his truth with those he trusted most.

As he recounted the events of his tumultuous summer, Draco stepped in when Harry could not muster up anything but guilty tears, adding details and context to Harry's home life with the Dursleys and the part about his eating struggles. The room grew heavy with tension as Harry spoke about the abuse he endured at the hands of the Dursleys, his voice trembling with suppressed anger and pain. Blaise and Theo, flanking Harry on either side, tensed visibly, their expressions a mix of shock and indignation. It was the first time they had heard the extent of Harry's suffering, and it struck a chord deep within them.

Draco, who had felt the raging magic roll of them in waves along with Remus and Sirius, assured them that the Dursleys were dead and it was the Dark Lord who had killed them mercilessly. When Harry revealed the truth about his inheritance, the theft by the Weasleys, and the manipulation with love and compulsion potions and also the fact that it was Dumbledore who had led Lily and James to their death and that it wasn't the Dark Lord's fault, Remus and Sirius were visibly shaken. Their hearts broke as they listened to the betrayal Harry had endured, their eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow for what had happened to their baby, guilt that it had happened right under their noses and fury at the audacity of those mudbloods and blood traitors. They de-constructed an entire belief system - one they had wholeheartedly put their faith in for years since they were children - in a matter of minutes because Harry needed them the most right then.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Harry broke down in tears, seeking solace in the arms of Remus and Sirius. Sirius pulled him close, holding him tightly against his chest as Harry's tears soaked through his shirt. Remus wrapped his arms around them both, offering silent reassurance and unwavering support.

Draco, Blaise and Theodore smiled at the scene in front of them. Harry had parents who loved him more than anything. In that moment of shared vulnerability, Remus and Sirius made a solemn vow to protect Harry at all costs. They promised to sever ties with the Order if it meant ensuring Harry's safety. And in a gesture of unwavering devotion, they even offered to take up the Dark Mark if it meant shielding Harry from harm.