A/N: This is a slash fic with my favorite couple, Harry and Draco. If you don't like slash, you might read it anyway as it's more about feelings than sex. I can't do sex anyway, at least not yet, I don't know about later J they are in the 5th year now.
Perfect
Part 1
Draco Malfoy bent his head and concentrated on his breakfast, ignoring the chatter around the Slytherin table. He only looked up when his eagle owl, Anthea, landed on his shoulder. He stroked her absentmindedly while he removed the small piece of parchment attached to her leg. It contained a cryptic 4 lines.
I can't meet you tonight. But I have to see you today. The same place before dinner? Try to tell me if you can.
" What is it Draco?" Pansy asked curiously.
" Nothing." Draco fed Anthea part of his toast before returning to the task of finishing his breakfast as if it was never interrupted. When he was done, he stood up, motioning to Crabbe and Goyle to follow him.
They walked over to the Gryfinndor table where Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter where joking and laughing with the rest of the Gryfinndor over breakfast.
" Enjoying your meal, Granger?" Draco drawled.
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Ron stood up before Hermione could answer, Harry besides him.
" Actually, nothing in particular. I was just feeling bored and decided to walk over to take a look at Potter's little pet dog to see if he taught it any new tricks." As he said it, he indeed looked bored, studying his manicure as if there was nothing better to look at.
Ron's face turned a red that matched his hair and pounced at Draco. But Crabbe intercepted him before he reached him. Both started a wrestle while Harry attempted to pull Ron off while trying to prevent Crabbe from scoring on him.
" As it happen, it seems that he didn't, it' s still the same old ones, growling and fighting." Observed Draco standing aside. Goyle grinned.
" Ron! Stop! He's just trying to get to you!" Hermione cried. Dean and Seamus joined in and helped Harry and they finally succeeded in pulling Ron and Crabbe apart. Ron had a black eye while Crabbe had an angry red bruise.
"Had your fun, Malfoy?" Harry said angrily. " Now why don't you buzz off like the pest you are!"
Draco's mouth turned in a little smile." You should be more careful of who you insult, Potter. You won't want to anger the wrong person."
"Just let me get to him!" Ron yelled, trying to break free from the death hold Dean and Seamus had on him.
"No!" Hermione said, standing in front of Ron to block Draco from his view.
Draco noticed Professor McGonagall coming towards the table and decided that time's up. " Looks like your professor is here to save you. Well, we have enough fun anyway." He said as he turned to leave.
Nobody noticed Draco nod imperceptibly at Harry before he turned. They were too busy trying to restrain Ron who roared at Draco's last jab.
Draco arrived at the old tower room first. He sank into a ragged but comfy couch before closing his eyes as he waited for his love.
He smiled wryly. His love? Harry Potter? Who would have thought both would mean the same thing to him? Sometimes he thought that they needn't be so afraid that their secret would come out, that somebody might see them meeting. Nobody will believe it anyway. If somebody see them meet, they would either get their eyes checked or thought they imagined it.
But it was true. He loves Harry Potter. And although he never said it, he knew Harry loves him. And it has been so since their first year and sometimes he think that it will be so forever. He didn't know what to do about it, now there is the clandestine meetings and rendezvous to sustain them, but after they graduate? He daren't think about " after they graduate", daren't think about a life where he might never get to see Harry, never get to look in the green eyes filled with the love he never deserved.
Daren't? " A Malfoy dares everything." One of his father's lines. One he actually agrees with. Once he thought he lived up to this particular expectation of his father. Until he met Harry. Everything changed after he met Harry.
He remembered the day they met. At Madame Malkin's. He was naturally cold-blooded. Because of Malfoy blood he supposed. He never voluntarily approached another or start up a conversation before. Harry was the first. One of the many firsts he started. There was something about the shy attitude, the face structure. The raven and unruly hair. The green eyes. Especially the green eyes. Something about Harry's eyes has always touched a tender part in him, even when they were protected by his specs. He struck a chord in the once cold heart, at that very first meeting. Even without seeing the lightning scar, even without knowing he was Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. It made him try to draw him into a conversation, try to get to know him.
Later when he found out he was Harry Potter, he was only glad that it gave him an excuse to seek him out. He tried to get him to be his friend. The only offer for friendship he had ever made to anyone, perhaps the reason why it was so twisted. When the offer was rejected, the bud that was love in his heart started to turn into hate. Draco recalled the warning he gave Harry that day and chuckled. He wasn't normally so easily angered, Harry is the only one that can make the ice in his blood melt and boil. Only Harry. Whether with anger, or otherwise.
Even later when he knew that his love was returned, he kept up the façade of hate despite Harry's protestations. By then he knew and understood the positions where they both stood. If it came out that he was the one who hold Harry Potter's heart, he would be the most obvious tool with which to kill him. That he won't allow. He know only too well the first to use him would be his father. Much better, and cleverer, to appear to remain on the dark side.
Actually, which side to be on was something that never concerned him. The concern for innocent lives was something that never bothered him before and never will. He cared for only one.
"Dra? Dra, are you here already? Sorry I'm late." Speaking of the devil. Draco couldn't help but sigh at the nickname Harry gave him.
"Here." He said softly in the darkness.
"Lumos" Harry muttered, lighting up his wand before settling down beside Draco on the couch, covering Draco's hand with his own. "Can't you light a candle or something, not everything has cat-eyes like yours you know."
"It didn't occur to me." Draco said in an amused tone. "Why can't you make it tonight? Besides, don't you have a lesson now? Divination or something."
" Quidditch practice. We can't tomorrow night coz of Snape last minute test on the day after and we really need an extra practice before the match on Saturday." Harry was made captain after Wood left and was determined to get the cup this year.
"Scared? Hmm, maybe I should schedule one tonight too. After all, if you aren't meeting me, there isn't anything for me to do. What about your lesson?" Draco was made Slytherin captain too. He was actually the best flyer in the Slytherin team. The fact that he can't beat Harry does not mean that he can't beat the other players. In fact, he is one of the best flyers in Hogwarts. Of course, the fact that his father is the main sponsor of the team helped, plus Snape's favoritism. And he is just as determined to get the cup.
"Like real." Harry answered, referring to Draco's first comment. "Besides, you can't. I already booked the field. The lesson is Divination. Skipped it. I wanted to see you." A pause. " We never went past a week without seeing each other. I'm not about to start now."
Draco pulled Harry down so that his head was cushioned against his lap. " You sentimental fool."
" Ahem. Insults will get you everything." Harry turned so that his head was buried against Draco's stomach and rubbed against it.
Draco felt a shiver slid down his spine. It is amazing how the slightest touch from Harry will get such a reaction from him. He was touching him through his clothes for God's sake! " Well, I recall being insulted too today. Something about being a pest?"
"Really? Just a pest? Not something more specific like a mosquito or a housefly?" Harry asked innocently.
"Is someone looking for torture here?" Draco asked, his hand creeping towards Harry's sensitive sides. Only he knew how ticklish Harry is. "Maybe you remembered me saying something about angering the wrong person? I would think the only person who knows how ticklish you are would be one."
"No!" Harry squirmed. " Besides, you were really awful, pushing Ron that way. Why do you have to pick on us all the time!"
"He asked for it." Draco shrugged. " Besides, I had to inform you." This was an endless argument.
" Couldn't you have found another way? Through Hedwig or Anthea maybe." Both owls had learned to answer to calls from the both of them.
"Too much trouble. This is more direct."
"You just like picking on us….Hey!" Harry cried out when his vision suddenly blurred as Draco removed his specs.
"Yes, just as I like you without your specs better."
Harry sighed. He remembered the first time they made love. Draco removed his specs too. He said that without the protection of the specs, they revealed all of Harry's feelings to Draco.He also said that when he looked into Harry's eyes, the green eyes turn gold. He felt that he sees the real Harry. He made Harry promise him that he will be the only person to see Harry without his specs.
Actually. Harry could have gotten his eyes fixed long ago. But he chose not too. His specs was his only protection from the world. His shield. A shield he only let down in front of one person.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Huh? Nothing." Harry blinked. " Dra?"
"What?"
"Can you sing for me?" Only Harry knew how well Draco sings and play the piano, just as only he knew how much his dislike the former and love the latter.
Sigh. "Must I?"
"Just one song? The old one that you like?"
"You mean the old one that you like."
A bashful smile. Draco wonders if he was the only one that can't resist those puppy eyes. As he probably was the only one who saw it, he guessed so.
"Just that one." Harry nods.
Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Harry sighs as he let Draco's voice and the soft melody wash over him. Angel's voice. That was the first thought that struck his mindwhen he first heard Draco sing. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow Harry pulled Draco down so that he lay alongside him on the couch and snuggled up to him. He looked into his eyes.At this close proximity, he could see Draco's eyes clearly, how he was looking straight into his eyes while he sang. How he was singing to him. For him. Try to remember the kind of September that no one wept except the willow.Try to remember the kind of September that dreams were kept beside your pillow.Try to remember the kind of September that love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow
Before he knew Draco, he didn't believe that anybody's eyes could be this shade. Silver. It wasn't gray as most people thought. Oh, from afar it will seam so. But when you got up close, really close, like now, you will see that it is silver. The kind of silver that shines, shines right into your heart.,
Deep in December it's nice to remember it's nice to remember altho' you know the snow will follow. Deep in December it's nice to remember it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow. Deep in December it's nice to remember it's nice to remember the fire of September that made us mellow.Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow The song has ended but neither of them moved. Both remained on the couch, looking into each other eyes. From their eyes, into their hearts. Gray into green. Silver into gold. Neither wanted to let go of this special moment, when love was so obviously seen in each other eyes. Neither dared to say a word. In the distant, a bell rang. "Promise me you will always love me." Both said the same line. And smiled. A/N: This is my first fic…so please, pretty please, be kind and review. I really waited a long time for a harry/draco long story kind of fic…but it doesn't seem to be appearing so I decided to do one. There's lots of problems with this one…lots of parts I don't like , especially the weird ending so I might take it down after a while for editing but I couldn't wait to see the reactions to it first. I going to do lots of parts, I don't know how many yet. It should get more angsty in the next parts.And I will have both of them remembering how they started out and everything so don't worry, I won't leave you all wondering how on earth they became together. Please , please review...it's awful to see so many hits with so little reviews. Without the reviews it's hard to find the morale to go on… Disclaimer: All the parts you recognize don't belong to me. I only own the story. Song " Try to remember" belongs to the Four Brothers.