Author: Okay, shame on me… I'M SORRY FOR CHRISTS SAKE BUT I HAD TO DO IT OKAY!
Slytherin Prince
Part one: Why do your green eyes cry?
They were in Care for Magical creatures, and Draco was enjoying himself immensely while Hagrid had taken the first group of students to the forest. The first group of students included Granger and Weasley, Crabbe and Goyle, but left Potter and Draco there, so that he at least had someone to annoy. He turned to Potter, sneering. "Potter, what are you doing…" he had a vague and hurt expression in his green eyes, and they turned to Draco, some of their usual fire put out. Draco's eyes widened as he remembered something that his father had told him before they had shipped him off to Azkaban. It didn't bother him, he hated his father, and anyway… he knew he would be getting out soon. His father always got out. "Missing you Godfather? Missing Black?" yes, he knew just how to cut. He was always striving to make Potter hurt. Steely Potter, who never cried.
He watched as green eyes widened in shock. "How did you…" then realization hit him. "Your father must have told you… tell me, is it lonely without him in the house now. How's the name Malfoy now that its head man is in Azkaban, still pure?" Harry smirked, but not before Draco saw the hurt go through his eyes at the mention of Black. Draco, of course, loved the challenge of insult, so he pressed on.
"Come on, now, you know my father wont stay in there, and the names more pure than Potter… Potter, Lily and James… dead… and now, you little Godfather, got himself killed… tell me, do you miss your little dog?" Draco saw pain shoot once more through Harry's eyes and faltered at his next words…
"Christ Malfoy, couldn't you just stop for a moment… no I suppose you couldn't. You couldn't possibly understand could you? What's in there, ice." He stared at Draco's chest for a moment, and Draco took a moment to register the pain in his eyes before he said one more thing, meaning it to end the argument… "Well, tell me one thing…"
"What?" Harry said tiredly, the pain in his chest slowly building. Since he had lost Sirius, everything hurt, and everything would always hurt until he got Sirius back, or died… and he knew with how things were going which was more than likely to happen first.
"Did you hold him and cry when he died… I wish I had been there, I wanted to see him snuff it… damn dog." And something then happened that Draco had never seen before. Steely Potter, who never cried… something inside of him broke… something inside of him snapped, and tears sprang into his emerald green eyes.
"Damn you Malfoy!" he shouted it, and everyone's heads turned as Harry shot one more pained look at Draco and two heavy tears splashed onto the ground as Harry spun and took off for the castle.
Everyone looked at Malfoy, and he just smirked. Inside he was slightly confused. Harry Potter was crying, and he cared… but why?
Pansey walked over and leaned over to him. "Are you going to let him get away like that, arent you going to go after him?" he nodded, he would be going after him, but for a completely different reason. He wanted to know what was wrong with Potter. He didn't know why he cared, but he did, and that was the important thing.
Draco turned and went after Harry. He had made it almost all the way to the castle before he saw Harry leaned against a tree, blocking him from view of everyone. If Draco hadnt heard his heart racking sobs, then he would have never found him.
"Hey Potter." He said loudly to let him know he was coming. What he saw actually touched his old Slytherin heart. Potter was huddled on the ground, holding his stomach with unshed tears in his green eyes, while the shed ones were on his cloak, and face.
"What do you want Malfoy. You already succeded, you made me cry. It took you until the Sixth year, but you finally did it. You crushed me, and I hate you. Happy now?" Of course, Draco had completely meant to say something different but instead he said. "No…" His brows furrowed as he thought about it. What did he really want from Potter? He loved the arguments, and the quick and snide remarks, he loved the fighting, but did he really want to crush him. He didn't hate Potter, no matter what he let on. He didn't exactly like him, but he didn't hate him. Potter didn't understand what Draco was really about, though, he suspected that no one really did… maybe no one, except Dumbledore of course…
"Then what do you want Draco! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Harry shouted, before looking up at Draco with something close to heartbreak in his eyes…. Draco answered simply, "I want to know… why do your green eyes cry… I'm sorry Potter… Harry…" and with one gesture, he swiped the tears off of his face. Of course he was acting rather UNDracoish, but he couldn't help it, the pain in this boys eyes were overwhelming, the only thing more so was the fact that he knew that he had caused it.
Harry stared up at him in surprise. "Because your hateful blue eyes laughed at their pain." His answer was quiet, and a bit subdued, but it made Draco nod slowly. "I'm sorry Harry… you don't understand exactly… I don't hate you…"
"You really could have fooled me Malfoy…" he said, some coldness coming back into his voice. What he really needed right now was for someone, anyone, to hold him, and what he had was Malfoy taunting him with the warmness that he so longed for. "Just go away, I need someone who will actually care, and all you do is taunt me with your little Slytherin prince mocking smile." Harry knew that he sounded hurt and alone, and at the moment, he mused softly to himself, slightly gay, but he couldn't help it, he was hurt and he wanted to be alone. Instead, he got something completely different.
Draco nodded softly once more and looked around. He walked over to Harry and touched his shoulder, trying to offer a small amount of comfort. Instead, Harry, whose defenses already seemed so weak collapsed on his enemy, something that he didn't want to do, but couldn't seem to stop himself from doing all that same.
Draco was taken aback for a moment before he brought his arms up around Harry, he didn't exactly know what was going on. He rubbed small soothing circles in Harry's back before stopping when he realized what he was doing, and who he was doing it to, but when Harry seemed to once again dissolve at the lack of it, he continued until his sobs stopped.
Harry and never been so completely confused in his life. One moment ago, he was sure he hated Malfoy, and now he was clinging onto him as if it was for dear life. Funny how things worked… he stopped crying as the circles rubbed on his back dulled the pain. He looked up, his green eyes slightly red, and stared at Malfoy. "Thank you… Draco…" Draco stared a little, this was the first time Harry had ever called him by his first name. He realized that something between the two boys had changed, and that they were going to have to pretend that it hadn't… he also knew that something inside of him had changed. Draco himself like both boys and girls, and he just realized something… Harry was… well, simply put, gorgeous. He blinked the new information into the back of his eyes for the moment.
"So… Harry… you know…"
"Were going to have to pretend that this never happened…" Harry finished dully for him, but some of the pain that had been in his eyes over the school year since he had returned whenever Sirius had gone. He hadnt allowed himself to cry, and having someone to hold him while he did so had really helped.
"Yes…" Draco stood, then put a hand down for Harry, who took it and was pulled up. "But I'm not going to forget it…"
Author: AHHH!!! **Bursts into flames and is carried into Hell…** SHAME ON ME! I KNOW! I couldn't help it, okay! Its like 4 in the morning, and I'm tired, and DAMN IT I WANTED TO WRITE IT!!! You wanna hear more? Please, just don't flame me into nonexistance…
My email is!!! fayray36@yahoo.com
Slytherin Prince
Part one: Why do your green eyes cry?
They were in Care for Magical creatures, and Draco was enjoying himself immensely while Hagrid had taken the first group of students to the forest. The first group of students included Granger and Weasley, Crabbe and Goyle, but left Potter and Draco there, so that he at least had someone to annoy. He turned to Potter, sneering. "Potter, what are you doing…" he had a vague and hurt expression in his green eyes, and they turned to Draco, some of their usual fire put out. Draco's eyes widened as he remembered something that his father had told him before they had shipped him off to Azkaban. It didn't bother him, he hated his father, and anyway… he knew he would be getting out soon. His father always got out. "Missing you Godfather? Missing Black?" yes, he knew just how to cut. He was always striving to make Potter hurt. Steely Potter, who never cried.
He watched as green eyes widened in shock. "How did you…" then realization hit him. "Your father must have told you… tell me, is it lonely without him in the house now. How's the name Malfoy now that its head man is in Azkaban, still pure?" Harry smirked, but not before Draco saw the hurt go through his eyes at the mention of Black. Draco, of course, loved the challenge of insult, so he pressed on.
"Come on, now, you know my father wont stay in there, and the names more pure than Potter… Potter, Lily and James… dead… and now, you little Godfather, got himself killed… tell me, do you miss your little dog?" Draco saw pain shoot once more through Harry's eyes and faltered at his next words…
"Christ Malfoy, couldn't you just stop for a moment… no I suppose you couldn't. You couldn't possibly understand could you? What's in there, ice." He stared at Draco's chest for a moment, and Draco took a moment to register the pain in his eyes before he said one more thing, meaning it to end the argument… "Well, tell me one thing…"
"What?" Harry said tiredly, the pain in his chest slowly building. Since he had lost Sirius, everything hurt, and everything would always hurt until he got Sirius back, or died… and he knew with how things were going which was more than likely to happen first.
"Did you hold him and cry when he died… I wish I had been there, I wanted to see him snuff it… damn dog." And something then happened that Draco had never seen before. Steely Potter, who never cried… something inside of him broke… something inside of him snapped, and tears sprang into his emerald green eyes.
"Damn you Malfoy!" he shouted it, and everyone's heads turned as Harry shot one more pained look at Draco and two heavy tears splashed onto the ground as Harry spun and took off for the castle.
Everyone looked at Malfoy, and he just smirked. Inside he was slightly confused. Harry Potter was crying, and he cared… but why?
Pansey walked over and leaned over to him. "Are you going to let him get away like that, arent you going to go after him?" he nodded, he would be going after him, but for a completely different reason. He wanted to know what was wrong with Potter. He didn't know why he cared, but he did, and that was the important thing.
Draco turned and went after Harry. He had made it almost all the way to the castle before he saw Harry leaned against a tree, blocking him from view of everyone. If Draco hadnt heard his heart racking sobs, then he would have never found him.
"Hey Potter." He said loudly to let him know he was coming. What he saw actually touched his old Slytherin heart. Potter was huddled on the ground, holding his stomach with unshed tears in his green eyes, while the shed ones were on his cloak, and face.
"What do you want Malfoy. You already succeded, you made me cry. It took you until the Sixth year, but you finally did it. You crushed me, and I hate you. Happy now?" Of course, Draco had completely meant to say something different but instead he said. "No…" His brows furrowed as he thought about it. What did he really want from Potter? He loved the arguments, and the quick and snide remarks, he loved the fighting, but did he really want to crush him. He didn't hate Potter, no matter what he let on. He didn't exactly like him, but he didn't hate him. Potter didn't understand what Draco was really about, though, he suspected that no one really did… maybe no one, except Dumbledore of course…
"Then what do you want Draco! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Harry shouted, before looking up at Draco with something close to heartbreak in his eyes…. Draco answered simply, "I want to know… why do your green eyes cry… I'm sorry Potter… Harry…" and with one gesture, he swiped the tears off of his face. Of course he was acting rather UNDracoish, but he couldn't help it, the pain in this boys eyes were overwhelming, the only thing more so was the fact that he knew that he had caused it.
Harry stared up at him in surprise. "Because your hateful blue eyes laughed at their pain." His answer was quiet, and a bit subdued, but it made Draco nod slowly. "I'm sorry Harry… you don't understand exactly… I don't hate you…"
"You really could have fooled me Malfoy…" he said, some coldness coming back into his voice. What he really needed right now was for someone, anyone, to hold him, and what he had was Malfoy taunting him with the warmness that he so longed for. "Just go away, I need someone who will actually care, and all you do is taunt me with your little Slytherin prince mocking smile." Harry knew that he sounded hurt and alone, and at the moment, he mused softly to himself, slightly gay, but he couldn't help it, he was hurt and he wanted to be alone. Instead, he got something completely different.
Draco nodded softly once more and looked around. He walked over to Harry and touched his shoulder, trying to offer a small amount of comfort. Instead, Harry, whose defenses already seemed so weak collapsed on his enemy, something that he didn't want to do, but couldn't seem to stop himself from doing all that same.
Draco was taken aback for a moment before he brought his arms up around Harry, he didn't exactly know what was going on. He rubbed small soothing circles in Harry's back before stopping when he realized what he was doing, and who he was doing it to, but when Harry seemed to once again dissolve at the lack of it, he continued until his sobs stopped.
Harry and never been so completely confused in his life. One moment ago, he was sure he hated Malfoy, and now he was clinging onto him as if it was for dear life. Funny how things worked… he stopped crying as the circles rubbed on his back dulled the pain. He looked up, his green eyes slightly red, and stared at Malfoy. "Thank you… Draco…" Draco stared a little, this was the first time Harry had ever called him by his first name. He realized that something between the two boys had changed, and that they were going to have to pretend that it hadn't… he also knew that something inside of him had changed. Draco himself like both boys and girls, and he just realized something… Harry was… well, simply put, gorgeous. He blinked the new information into the back of his eyes for the moment.
"So… Harry… you know…"
"Were going to have to pretend that this never happened…" Harry finished dully for him, but some of the pain that had been in his eyes over the school year since he had returned whenever Sirius had gone. He hadnt allowed himself to cry, and having someone to hold him while he did so had really helped.
"Yes…" Draco stood, then put a hand down for Harry, who took it and was pulled up. "But I'm not going to forget it…"
Author: AHHH!!! **Bursts into flames and is carried into Hell…** SHAME ON ME! I KNOW! I couldn't help it, okay! Its like 4 in the morning, and I'm tired, and DAMN IT I WANTED TO WRITE IT!!! You wanna hear more? Please, just don't flame me into nonexistance…
My email is!!! fayray36@yahoo.com