A/N: Alright boys and girls… I've resigned from my Gundam Wing fanfic
writing to bring you my first Harry Potter fanfic… it's going to really
suck… but please… read it and tell me yourself if it sucks or not….
Brief Summary: Draco feels guilty about treating Harry so badly so he turns to Ron for assistance, Harry finds out about Ron befriending Draco and takes it as betrayal. Ron tries to explain but Harry pushes him away, Ron leaves Harry behind for his new found love with Draco. Meanwhile, the whole Ron betrayal thing brings Harry and Hermione closer together… and they fall in love.
Important Note: The writing in italics are dreams or thoughts of the characters… before a point of view switches might happen in between chapters… but I'll let you know in an A/N!
(Draco's Point of Veiw!)
Heartstrings
The sun beat down like an inferno across the golden sand. I was so thirsty, my throat burning with the desire for water. I saw a figure in the distance and I dragged myself toward it… so thirsty. But maybe this was just a mirage like all the other figures I saw standing in the constantly beating sun… an optical illusion. I pulled myself to the figures feet and raised my eyes to look at his face. He stared back down at me with an evil sneer on his face, holding a pitcher of water in his hands.
"Harry?" I barely got out of my parched throat, reaching up a hand. He smirked again, holding out the pitcher of water and pouring it onto the ground beside him, laughing evily, he fixed his glasses and stalked away, still laughing.
"People who mistreat other people shouldn't live." I heard him call back at me, kicking sand in my eyes before continueing on his way.
"No! Harry… help me! I'm sor…"
I woke up with a start, feeling the cold sweat run down my back and making me shiver. I ran a hand through my pale blonde hair and stares about the room with light grey eyes. "What a strange dream…" I muttered, swinging my slender legs off the side of the four-poster bed and walking to the bathroom in my boxers. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror sleepily, yawning softly and combing my hair down with my brush. "Oh Draco… you look like a wreck." I sighed to myself and yawned again, grabbing my robe off the bathroom door handle and wandering back into the large dorm room. My room mates Crabbe and Goyle snored loudly in their slumber, not realizing the distress their best friend was going through. "I need to apologize to Harry somehow… but then I'd be laughed at… oh, I feel so bad." My thoughts echoed like distant dreams, hurting me somehow and fueling my already great guilt. "Appologize to Harry?! What are you thinking Draco?! He treats you back with that same smug superiorness! Don't forgive him!" I sighed loudly, slipping my robe over my head and grabbing my books for my first class "Great, potions. That should get my mind off Harry and his friends" I smiled for the first time that morning and looked over at my bedside table, my smile turning to a scowl as I spotted the time on the clock "6:45! Dumbledore is going to wonder why I'm up so early… I better think up a story to tell him." Grabbing my wand off the bedside table beside the clock, I slid it into the pocket of my black robe and left the room, closing the door gently behind me.
The Great Hall was empty when I arrived but I took my usual seat at the Slytherin table and opened my roll of parchment I had been working on for potions glass. I grabbed my quill and ink bottle from my pockets and started scratching out the leftover homework from the night before. "No… Gillyweed doesn't do that Draco, you idiot! Get your mind off that foolish dream, it was just a little nightmare" I sighed heavily and started concentrating harder on my work, as if it would save my life from the horrible nightmare. Suddenly I heard a clatter and turned around on the bench, Ron Weasley from the Gryffindor house had just stumbled over the Hufflepuff table and ran head first into a suit of armor. I stood up, wondering if I should help the poor red-head or not. Ron stood up and brushed himself off, suddenly realizing that I was watching him, he blushed deeply and scrambled to pick up his things off the floor. I rushed over to him and bent down, helping him. He turned and looked at me strangely, perhaps wondering what I was doing, by helping him. "I should tell Ron about my dream, maybe if Ron forgives me then Harry will too… but how do I tell him?" Ron stood up and so did I, handing him his things and staring into his blue-green eyes. He stared back with a curious look written on his face, not daring to move an inch until I explained myself. "Come on Draco, Now is the time, spill it all to this bashful red-headed Gryffindor, he'll understand" I scanned his face with my pale grey eyes, searching for any sign of fear or anger.
"Weasley, I need to talk to you… about something I did." I started, already fearing my choice of words as I stared at the red-head straight in the face, "Will you meet me somewhere… so we can talk?" I asked, clearing my throat as if the sentence was tough on my throat, my thoughts flashed back into the dream then back to Ron.
"Is this a trick Malfoy?" He asked in a frightened voice, picking up his disgaurded quill off the ground and shoving it in his bag. I shook my head, giving him a pleading look that would make anyone melt inside "Fine, I'll meet you somewhere, but this better not be a trick Malfoy or they'll be trouble." I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.
"Alright, meet me here in the Great Hall at midnight, come alone, I'll be waiting for you here." I told him, turning around and walking back to the Slytherin table before the rest of the school came in and saw us standing together. "Well Draco… it looks like you're going to be able to ask forgiveness after all……."
End of Chapter One
Brief Summary: Draco feels guilty about treating Harry so badly so he turns to Ron for assistance, Harry finds out about Ron befriending Draco and takes it as betrayal. Ron tries to explain but Harry pushes him away, Ron leaves Harry behind for his new found love with Draco. Meanwhile, the whole Ron betrayal thing brings Harry and Hermione closer together… and they fall in love.
Important Note: The writing in italics are dreams or thoughts of the characters… before a point of view switches might happen in between chapters… but I'll let you know in an A/N!
(Draco's Point of Veiw!)
Heartstrings
The sun beat down like an inferno across the golden sand. I was so thirsty, my throat burning with the desire for water. I saw a figure in the distance and I dragged myself toward it… so thirsty. But maybe this was just a mirage like all the other figures I saw standing in the constantly beating sun… an optical illusion. I pulled myself to the figures feet and raised my eyes to look at his face. He stared back down at me with an evil sneer on his face, holding a pitcher of water in his hands.
"Harry?" I barely got out of my parched throat, reaching up a hand. He smirked again, holding out the pitcher of water and pouring it onto the ground beside him, laughing evily, he fixed his glasses and stalked away, still laughing.
"People who mistreat other people shouldn't live." I heard him call back at me, kicking sand in my eyes before continueing on his way.
"No! Harry… help me! I'm sor…"
I woke up with a start, feeling the cold sweat run down my back and making me shiver. I ran a hand through my pale blonde hair and stares about the room with light grey eyes. "What a strange dream…" I muttered, swinging my slender legs off the side of the four-poster bed and walking to the bathroom in my boxers. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror sleepily, yawning softly and combing my hair down with my brush. "Oh Draco… you look like a wreck." I sighed to myself and yawned again, grabbing my robe off the bathroom door handle and wandering back into the large dorm room. My room mates Crabbe and Goyle snored loudly in their slumber, not realizing the distress their best friend was going through. "I need to apologize to Harry somehow… but then I'd be laughed at… oh, I feel so bad." My thoughts echoed like distant dreams, hurting me somehow and fueling my already great guilt. "Appologize to Harry?! What are you thinking Draco?! He treats you back with that same smug superiorness! Don't forgive him!" I sighed loudly, slipping my robe over my head and grabbing my books for my first class "Great, potions. That should get my mind off Harry and his friends" I smiled for the first time that morning and looked over at my bedside table, my smile turning to a scowl as I spotted the time on the clock "6:45! Dumbledore is going to wonder why I'm up so early… I better think up a story to tell him." Grabbing my wand off the bedside table beside the clock, I slid it into the pocket of my black robe and left the room, closing the door gently behind me.
The Great Hall was empty when I arrived but I took my usual seat at the Slytherin table and opened my roll of parchment I had been working on for potions glass. I grabbed my quill and ink bottle from my pockets and started scratching out the leftover homework from the night before. "No… Gillyweed doesn't do that Draco, you idiot! Get your mind off that foolish dream, it was just a little nightmare" I sighed heavily and started concentrating harder on my work, as if it would save my life from the horrible nightmare. Suddenly I heard a clatter and turned around on the bench, Ron Weasley from the Gryffindor house had just stumbled over the Hufflepuff table and ran head first into a suit of armor. I stood up, wondering if I should help the poor red-head or not. Ron stood up and brushed himself off, suddenly realizing that I was watching him, he blushed deeply and scrambled to pick up his things off the floor. I rushed over to him and bent down, helping him. He turned and looked at me strangely, perhaps wondering what I was doing, by helping him. "I should tell Ron about my dream, maybe if Ron forgives me then Harry will too… but how do I tell him?" Ron stood up and so did I, handing him his things and staring into his blue-green eyes. He stared back with a curious look written on his face, not daring to move an inch until I explained myself. "Come on Draco, Now is the time, spill it all to this bashful red-headed Gryffindor, he'll understand" I scanned his face with my pale grey eyes, searching for any sign of fear or anger.
"Weasley, I need to talk to you… about something I did." I started, already fearing my choice of words as I stared at the red-head straight in the face, "Will you meet me somewhere… so we can talk?" I asked, clearing my throat as if the sentence was tough on my throat, my thoughts flashed back into the dream then back to Ron.
"Is this a trick Malfoy?" He asked in a frightened voice, picking up his disgaurded quill off the ground and shoving it in his bag. I shook my head, giving him a pleading look that would make anyone melt inside "Fine, I'll meet you somewhere, but this better not be a trick Malfoy or they'll be trouble." I nodded and ran a hand through my hair.
"Alright, meet me here in the Great Hall at midnight, come alone, I'll be waiting for you here." I told him, turning around and walking back to the Slytherin table before the rest of the school came in and saw us standing together. "Well Draco… it looks like you're going to be able to ask forgiveness after all……."
End of Chapter One