Title: You Hurt Me
Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, and of course...^^ Slash! If yah don't like it...Don't cry to me. Bipolar!Harry
Pairing: Draco/Harry...And some really brief Crabe/Goyle mentions. Yucky...I know. But. It's necessary!
A/N: This is based off a role-play. I, the author, played Draco Malfoy. It switches off from each boy's point of view, starting with Draco. Forgive me if the characters seem strange and odd, or OOC...these are our interpretations! Nyaah! :P
Chapter 1: Here's a Story, Sad But True
(A/n) Ok. So I was listening to the song as I was writing!
Oh God. He was exhausted. That silvery blonde head of our ever-popular Slytherin boy was lulled back, those eyes glimmering the same silver as stars staring up into the clear studded sky. The moon was full, and it was the only comforting thing to him at the moment. Gaze shifted angrily to the broom at his side. Draco would just blame it for his talent less Quidditch abilities. He worked hard. Harder then that damn Potter had to. And still he couldn't get any better. Malfoy's really didn't do to have someone better then them. But he had to get him mind off that green-eyed demon of an angel. Shudder. Too many strange feelings and emotions that did not do well to be playing around in his heart. Hate him hate him...Sigh. Knees were pulled to his chest, chin rested on kneecaps. The brisk evening wind blew about him, causing a little pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. That large full moon was really his only comfort.
Gryfindor's poster child stood paused a good distance, squinting pathetically to make out Draco. What was the idiot doing out there?...Just staring into space? He himself was here merely for a fresh breath, and an escape from Hermione and her endless stream of study guides. But...Malfoy? One white hand lifted to casually brush some strands of black hair out of eyes in order to improve view. He would have far less troubles if he could just case a spell like "Lumos" but for God's sake he didn't want the Slytherin slime to think he was stalking him- what kind of mess would that be?
"...Maybe I should try again..." Draco muttered as he stared back to his feet.
What would his father say? "You're weak! Giving up is not what any Malfoy would do!"...Mmm. That sounded about right. The photocopy older image of himself known as his father always haunted him with sayings where ever he went. It was nightmare. But those sayings made him stand up and grasp his broom. Even if he was caught flying out here and received detention...oh fuck he didn't care. He was going to be the best. Mounting his broom again...he sighed a bit longer. He wanted to fly up and touch the moon first.
He caught site of the long, pointy thing in Malfoy'ds hand and concluded it was a broom. But still- wasn't praticing at night against the rules? The black-haired one's first impulse was to run back to the castle screaming "Headmaster! Headmaster! Malfoy's outside practicing Quidditch! Give him fourth months of detention and then expel him!"
After all, that would be exactly what Draco would do- in fact, hadn't he tattled on them about the Dragon egg in the exact same way?
But, no. He wasn't as slimy as Malfoy. No. Harry Quietly stood up and tiptoed back to the castle, returned a minute later with somebody's borrowed camera, crouching behind a bush. He'd simply take a picture...and use it as ammunition to keep Malfoy in line. Yes, what perfect plan...
The pictures he was about to take were definably not of the same Malfoy who was on the Quidditch field. The one who always wanted to see Harry fall off the broom and was viscous on his own. No, This Draco floated up on the broom, sitting on it side ways, his legs hanging off it. Gripping the handle, he was silhouetted as he flew up high. Draco's robes billowing about in the wind, as well as his hair. It really was longer then it appeared when it was slicked back. He flew with a grace that was not evident otherwise and now he was high enough to be right in the middle of that huge moon. If the camera was good enough... it would show that pale handsome was giving a very rare happy smile.
Okay, how does it go? Point the camera, flip on the flash. Damn, getting Draco was difficult. He was moving around. Finally getting the boy in position, which clearly showed it was Draco AND that he was on a broom in the air, Harry pressed the button to take. Big mistake. A huge flash of light, as well as a pretty loud "POOM!" was heard as the picture was taken and Harry was, by the sheer shock, propelled into some spiky bush with thorns.
The light and the noise brought him back to reality shockingly fast. The broom dived down as he lost control, but he managed to land without breaking a limb or something even more important. He was gasping and panting, dropped the broom and ran I the direction of it. He had to know what the cause was. Oddly it reminded him of a camera. Ah-ha. Those bushes were rustling like mad. Draco balled up his fasts, approaching the bush and calling.
"Alright! Come out! I know you're in there!" He tried to sound threatening, but only managed to make his voice crack. Ugh.
"I...can't..." Harry managed to gasp weakly.
That gurgled twisted up voice was definitely Harry's, but he was in a lot of pain. Oh, what he had fallen into?
He was posed somewhat above the bush, hundreds of thorns clinging to his clothes an holding him from sinking any further- one wrong move, though, and he would go crashing into the hell. The camera strap was clutched in one hand, but the camera its self had long fallen into the bush. But so what? It was metal! He was flesh!
Potter? What was he doing in there...? Spying on him no doubt. Dammit. Just perfect. But God...he sounded bad. So what else was he going to do? Yes, even Malfoy's have consciouses and his told him that if he left Harry there it would just...be wrong. You're a noble person. So now he was going to save someone he supposedly hated. Or was going to try to. Stepping into the bushes carefully he muttered a bit...before finally spotting the boy tangled up in the thorny bush. Christ.
"Harry!"
No time to blush over using his first name. Hands came out...getting marred at cut by thorns as he tried his best to untangle him.
"Hold on..." Was Draco's feverous response to the action.
"No! DON'T PUSH ME I-"
Harry stopped screaming when he realized that the other was actually trying to get him free. Immediately, he felt his good sidekick in. After, all his was being nice for once...maybe he should just destroy the picture he took...in the meantime, the many thorns threatening to impale him was first priority
He winced where time he got a cut...and one was especially nasty across the top of his hand as he got the last of what look to be Harry's robes un tangled. And now he could offer his hands out so the Boy could grab them.
"Take my hands...and I'll pull you up and out...slowly now..." Draco said, sounding oddly comforting.
His eyes were wide, glimmering silver, hair hanging along his chin and jaw line.
Harry carefully took the boy's uninjured hand but put one foot one foot down as a base- in case this who thing was simply a means of being able to push him more forcefully back. In his other dangled the camera that had started the whole mess. Why didn't Sean tell Him it would make such a bright flash?
The sight of the camera made his stomach drop. Oh God. So he really had been taking pictures of him. Probably to black mail him, no doubt. And he was helping him? Draco felt betrayed...but how was that possible? They weren't...friends. Yet...he still lead the shaky boy away from the thorns and far enough away from the bushes that they were almost back on the pitch. Letting go of him finally, he winced and drew a breath sharply through his teeth, nursing his battered fingers and hand... Robs were cut up as well. Then eyes narrowed to Harry and the camera.
"...I see you're starting to take after that Creevy..."
"It was some weird Herbology assignment!!"
He was pretty much babbling- at this point, after Malfoy had actually helped him (for what mysterious reason Harry could not fathom) the last thing he wanted to do was appear like a blackmailer, even though WAS almost what he just done a few minutes ago. Gesticulating wildly, he even went as far to point to the plat he had "Supposedly" been taking photos of.
"I couldn't care less about you...and, whatever you were doing. Hell, I didn't even know that was you...!", was Harry's wonderful lie.
"Then I'm sure I'll see the developed pictures in good time."...A frown came over those pale features. God...he'd hurt himself for nothing. Harry was so...ugh. He hated him! Just for acting like this. Go ahead and tell me him...he didn't care. Nothing mattered these days.
"Well get back to work then. You interrupted me..." Was spoken bitterly. Draco tried to hide his wounds...taking a few steps back slowly. Harry didn't even care he was hurt. After helping him...this was the thanks he got? All that Draco would mutter was "...Bastard..."^
Okkk! This is certainly TBC. I hope you enjoyed it so far. E-mail me at siytherinqueen@aol.com if you have any suggestions. Or just review! Please! That would make me so happy! Love from your Random Zombie!
Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, and of course...^^ Slash! If yah don't like it...Don't cry to me. Bipolar!Harry
Pairing: Draco/Harry...And some really brief Crabe/Goyle mentions. Yucky...I know. But. It's necessary!
A/N: This is based off a role-play. I, the author, played Draco Malfoy. It switches off from each boy's point of view, starting with Draco. Forgive me if the characters seem strange and odd, or OOC...these are our interpretations! Nyaah! :P
Chapter 1: Here's a Story, Sad But True
(A/n) Ok. So I was listening to the song as I was writing!
Oh God. He was exhausted. That silvery blonde head of our ever-popular Slytherin boy was lulled back, those eyes glimmering the same silver as stars staring up into the clear studded sky. The moon was full, and it was the only comforting thing to him at the moment. Gaze shifted angrily to the broom at his side. Draco would just blame it for his talent less Quidditch abilities. He worked hard. Harder then that damn Potter had to. And still he couldn't get any better. Malfoy's really didn't do to have someone better then them. But he had to get him mind off that green-eyed demon of an angel. Shudder. Too many strange feelings and emotions that did not do well to be playing around in his heart. Hate him hate him...Sigh. Knees were pulled to his chest, chin rested on kneecaps. The brisk evening wind blew about him, causing a little pink tinge to his cheeks and nose. That large full moon was really his only comfort.
Gryfindor's poster child stood paused a good distance, squinting pathetically to make out Draco. What was the idiot doing out there?...Just staring into space? He himself was here merely for a fresh breath, and an escape from Hermione and her endless stream of study guides. But...Malfoy? One white hand lifted to casually brush some strands of black hair out of eyes in order to improve view. He would have far less troubles if he could just case a spell like "Lumos" but for God's sake he didn't want the Slytherin slime to think he was stalking him- what kind of mess would that be?
"...Maybe I should try again..." Draco muttered as he stared back to his feet.
What would his father say? "You're weak! Giving up is not what any Malfoy would do!"...Mmm. That sounded about right. The photocopy older image of himself known as his father always haunted him with sayings where ever he went. It was nightmare. But those sayings made him stand up and grasp his broom. Even if he was caught flying out here and received detention...oh fuck he didn't care. He was going to be the best. Mounting his broom again...he sighed a bit longer. He wanted to fly up and touch the moon first.
He caught site of the long, pointy thing in Malfoy'ds hand and concluded it was a broom. But still- wasn't praticing at night against the rules? The black-haired one's first impulse was to run back to the castle screaming "Headmaster! Headmaster! Malfoy's outside practicing Quidditch! Give him fourth months of detention and then expel him!"
After all, that would be exactly what Draco would do- in fact, hadn't he tattled on them about the Dragon egg in the exact same way?
But, no. He wasn't as slimy as Malfoy. No. Harry Quietly stood up and tiptoed back to the castle, returned a minute later with somebody's borrowed camera, crouching behind a bush. He'd simply take a picture...and use it as ammunition to keep Malfoy in line. Yes, what perfect plan...
The pictures he was about to take were definably not of the same Malfoy who was on the Quidditch field. The one who always wanted to see Harry fall off the broom and was viscous on his own. No, This Draco floated up on the broom, sitting on it side ways, his legs hanging off it. Gripping the handle, he was silhouetted as he flew up high. Draco's robes billowing about in the wind, as well as his hair. It really was longer then it appeared when it was slicked back. He flew with a grace that was not evident otherwise and now he was high enough to be right in the middle of that huge moon. If the camera was good enough... it would show that pale handsome was giving a very rare happy smile.
Okay, how does it go? Point the camera, flip on the flash. Damn, getting Draco was difficult. He was moving around. Finally getting the boy in position, which clearly showed it was Draco AND that he was on a broom in the air, Harry pressed the button to take. Big mistake. A huge flash of light, as well as a pretty loud "POOM!" was heard as the picture was taken and Harry was, by the sheer shock, propelled into some spiky bush with thorns.
The light and the noise brought him back to reality shockingly fast. The broom dived down as he lost control, but he managed to land without breaking a limb or something even more important. He was gasping and panting, dropped the broom and ran I the direction of it. He had to know what the cause was. Oddly it reminded him of a camera. Ah-ha. Those bushes were rustling like mad. Draco balled up his fasts, approaching the bush and calling.
"Alright! Come out! I know you're in there!" He tried to sound threatening, but only managed to make his voice crack. Ugh.
"I...can't..." Harry managed to gasp weakly.
That gurgled twisted up voice was definitely Harry's, but he was in a lot of pain. Oh, what he had fallen into?
He was posed somewhat above the bush, hundreds of thorns clinging to his clothes an holding him from sinking any further- one wrong move, though, and he would go crashing into the hell. The camera strap was clutched in one hand, but the camera its self had long fallen into the bush. But so what? It was metal! He was flesh!
Potter? What was he doing in there...? Spying on him no doubt. Dammit. Just perfect. But God...he sounded bad. So what else was he going to do? Yes, even Malfoy's have consciouses and his told him that if he left Harry there it would just...be wrong. You're a noble person. So now he was going to save someone he supposedly hated. Or was going to try to. Stepping into the bushes carefully he muttered a bit...before finally spotting the boy tangled up in the thorny bush. Christ.
"Harry!"
No time to blush over using his first name. Hands came out...getting marred at cut by thorns as he tried his best to untangle him.
"Hold on..." Was Draco's feverous response to the action.
"No! DON'T PUSH ME I-"
Harry stopped screaming when he realized that the other was actually trying to get him free. Immediately, he felt his good sidekick in. After, all his was being nice for once...maybe he should just destroy the picture he took...in the meantime, the many thorns threatening to impale him was first priority
He winced where time he got a cut...and one was especially nasty across the top of his hand as he got the last of what look to be Harry's robes un tangled. And now he could offer his hands out so the Boy could grab them.
"Take my hands...and I'll pull you up and out...slowly now..." Draco said, sounding oddly comforting.
His eyes were wide, glimmering silver, hair hanging along his chin and jaw line.
Harry carefully took the boy's uninjured hand but put one foot one foot down as a base- in case this who thing was simply a means of being able to push him more forcefully back. In his other dangled the camera that had started the whole mess. Why didn't Sean tell Him it would make such a bright flash?
The sight of the camera made his stomach drop. Oh God. So he really had been taking pictures of him. Probably to black mail him, no doubt. And he was helping him? Draco felt betrayed...but how was that possible? They weren't...friends. Yet...he still lead the shaky boy away from the thorns and far enough away from the bushes that they were almost back on the pitch. Letting go of him finally, he winced and drew a breath sharply through his teeth, nursing his battered fingers and hand... Robs were cut up as well. Then eyes narrowed to Harry and the camera.
"...I see you're starting to take after that Creevy..."
"It was some weird Herbology assignment!!"
He was pretty much babbling- at this point, after Malfoy had actually helped him (for what mysterious reason Harry could not fathom) the last thing he wanted to do was appear like a blackmailer, even though WAS almost what he just done a few minutes ago. Gesticulating wildly, he even went as far to point to the plat he had "Supposedly" been taking photos of.
"I couldn't care less about you...and, whatever you were doing. Hell, I didn't even know that was you...!", was Harry's wonderful lie.
"Then I'm sure I'll see the developed pictures in good time."...A frown came over those pale features. God...he'd hurt himself for nothing. Harry was so...ugh. He hated him! Just for acting like this. Go ahead and tell me him...he didn't care. Nothing mattered these days.
"Well get back to work then. You interrupted me..." Was spoken bitterly. Draco tried to hide his wounds...taking a few steps back slowly. Harry didn't even care he was hurt. After helping him...this was the thanks he got? All that Draco would mutter was "...Bastard..."^
Okkk! This is certainly TBC. I hope you enjoyed it so far. E-mail me at siytherinqueen@aol.com if you have any suggestions. Or just review! Please! That would make me so happy! Love from your Random Zombie!