Iris
Songfic...Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Summary: Harry, fazed by a recent loss, finds comfort in the arms of a least likely 'comrade.'
Warnings: Unlikely, and MAYBE you could call it slash. Maybe. And if it is slash....Harry/mystery man...
HP doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah........
~
Harry found himself crying bitterly in his room, fingering Hedwig's delicate feathers. Hours ago, Hermione had been sitting with him in the Common Room...but now she was nowhere to be found.
Presumed kidnapped.
It figured. Of course he suffered his own pains, but now he was faced with the loss of someone nearly as dear to him, if not dearer, than a sister. No, he didn't love her _that_ way, but he loved her, nontheless.
~And I'd give up forever to touch you~
It was unbearable pain, just sitting there, gazing heartlessly at the snow. He knew Hermione was out there somewhere - he could feel it...yet he couldn't save her.
~'Cause I know that you feel me somehow~
Hermione helped him out so much - she was the book and brains, the glue, but also a strong tree to lean against. Harry was sure she had to be some sort of godly gift to him.
~You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now~
More silver tears leaked out of his swollen, red eyes.
~And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breath is your life~
If only he'd had just one more day with her, he could try to include her and attempt to follow along with her ideas. Just once, to appreciate her. He'd never thought of that before.
~'Cause sooner or later it's over~
Harry really wished he'd had one more day with her, just one. Just one to appreciate her! Just one day, 24 damn hours. No more.
~I just don't want to miss you tonight.~
He realized that it was going to be dinner soon, and glumly left his quarters, heading for the Great Hall.
~
As Harry walked downstairs, he noticed that Draco was walking not too far from him, and surprisingly enough, not teasing him. Today was certainly an odd day.
~And I don't want the world to see me~
Though his face was hidden in a bowed head, Draco knew that Harry had been crying, just from a glimpse of his former state, through connections he didn't want to reveal.
Secretly, he almost admired the Potter kid. Almost.
~'Cause I don't think that they'd understand~
Harry made sure no one was looking and darted into an empty classroom, not daring to go to the Great Hall and be badgered by others, wanting to know what was wrong. They knew perfectly well what was wrong.
~When everything's made to be broken~
A squeak came from the doorway, and Harry looked up abruptly, trying in vain to rub the tear marks off his face,
"Potter?" Draco said gently, walking slowly towards Harry.
"If you're here to harrass me, leave. I don't need it today." Harry walked to the back of the room and once again sat down.
"I'm not here to harrass you. I...I guess....well, I guess I feel sorry for you. Not that I'm attached to Crabb and Goyle, but it has to be hard to lose one of the only, say, 3 people who understand you."
"Thanks, but no thanks. What do you want?" Secretly, though, Harry felt comfortable around Draco this time, letting down his walls, feeling vulnerable, yet protected by a knowledge that Draco was actually seeking to help him.
"I just wanted to tell you that, well...now that Weasley's home for Winter Break...I could be a shoulder, you know..." Draco blushed slightly, but didn't look down.
"Thank you, Draco." Harry walked over to Draco, no longer ashamed of his blotchy face or bedraggled hair.
"At select times, Potter, er, Harry, we all need solace, no matter where it comes from."
"Thank you." Harry hugged Draco, a gesture that both appreciated.
"Remember, this never happened, if anyone asks."
"Agreed." And with that, they both went their seperate ways.
~I just want you to know who I am.~
~And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am~
~
Please R/R! PLEASE!!!! I beg of you!!!
PK
Songfic...Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Summary: Harry, fazed by a recent loss, finds comfort in the arms of a least likely 'comrade.'
Warnings: Unlikely, and MAYBE you could call it slash. Maybe. And if it is slash....Harry/mystery man...
HP doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah........
~
Harry found himself crying bitterly in his room, fingering Hedwig's delicate feathers. Hours ago, Hermione had been sitting with him in the Common Room...but now she was nowhere to be found.
Presumed kidnapped.
It figured. Of course he suffered his own pains, but now he was faced with the loss of someone nearly as dear to him, if not dearer, than a sister. No, he didn't love her _that_ way, but he loved her, nontheless.
~And I'd give up forever to touch you~
It was unbearable pain, just sitting there, gazing heartlessly at the snow. He knew Hermione was out there somewhere - he could feel it...yet he couldn't save her.
~'Cause I know that you feel me somehow~
Hermione helped him out so much - she was the book and brains, the glue, but also a strong tree to lean against. Harry was sure she had to be some sort of godly gift to him.
~You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now~
More silver tears leaked out of his swollen, red eyes.
~And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breath is your life~
If only he'd had just one more day with her, he could try to include her and attempt to follow along with her ideas. Just once, to appreciate her. He'd never thought of that before.
~'Cause sooner or later it's over~
Harry really wished he'd had one more day with her, just one. Just one to appreciate her! Just one day, 24 damn hours. No more.
~I just don't want to miss you tonight.~
He realized that it was going to be dinner soon, and glumly left his quarters, heading for the Great Hall.
~
As Harry walked downstairs, he noticed that Draco was walking not too far from him, and surprisingly enough, not teasing him. Today was certainly an odd day.
~And I don't want the world to see me~
Though his face was hidden in a bowed head, Draco knew that Harry had been crying, just from a glimpse of his former state, through connections he didn't want to reveal.
Secretly, he almost admired the Potter kid. Almost.
~'Cause I don't think that they'd understand~
Harry made sure no one was looking and darted into an empty classroom, not daring to go to the Great Hall and be badgered by others, wanting to know what was wrong. They knew perfectly well what was wrong.
~When everything's made to be broken~
A squeak came from the doorway, and Harry looked up abruptly, trying in vain to rub the tear marks off his face,
"Potter?" Draco said gently, walking slowly towards Harry.
"If you're here to harrass me, leave. I don't need it today." Harry walked to the back of the room and once again sat down.
"I'm not here to harrass you. I...I guess....well, I guess I feel sorry for you. Not that I'm attached to Crabb and Goyle, but it has to be hard to lose one of the only, say, 3 people who understand you."
"Thanks, but no thanks. What do you want?" Secretly, though, Harry felt comfortable around Draco this time, letting down his walls, feeling vulnerable, yet protected by a knowledge that Draco was actually seeking to help him.
"I just wanted to tell you that, well...now that Weasley's home for Winter Break...I could be a shoulder, you know..." Draco blushed slightly, but didn't look down.
"Thank you, Draco." Harry walked over to Draco, no longer ashamed of his blotchy face or bedraggled hair.
"At select times, Potter, er, Harry, we all need solace, no matter where it comes from."
"Thank you." Harry hugged Draco, a gesture that both appreciated.
"Remember, this never happened, if anyone asks."
"Agreed." And with that, they both went their seperate ways.
~I just want you to know who I am.~
~And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am~
~
Please R/R! PLEASE!!!! I beg of you!!!
PK