A Drug to an Addiction
A little twist of Sleeping Beauty into a romance between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Draco, crushing on Harry poisons himself to sleep to avoid the hurt of not being accepted by Harry. And Harry being lost to the normal society that he imagine that he lived in.
Harry was walking in the library trying to relieve a few stress that was bothering him for a while. The boy kept staring upon the blond hair, the evil smirk.
Draco looked up when he felt eyes on him. His smirk transformed into a frown when his eyes fell on the Golden Boy. He looked around as he noticed that this table was the only empty table left.
Harry pulled out a chair but did not sat down. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he asked. "Never thought I'll see you here."
Draco scowled and crossed his arm across his chest. "It's a library, Potter. Even you should know that." He pointed at his books, a large potions tome. "I'm doing some extra studying." He shook his head and wondered why he was telling him this. "And you, Potter?"
Harry raised an eyebrow then shrug. "Trying to get my mind off things." he said. He looked over the books again and sat down. "Why do you need extra study?"
Draco felt he should comment on the fact that the Slytherin Prince and Golden Boy were both sitting in the library table. "You, the Golden Boy? Have problems? I highly doubt it. And as for my study, I don't need them, Potter. I just enjoy Potions for the mere fact that it calms me down."
Harry shifted in his seat. "Not everyone is perfect." he said. "My life isn't." he sank back in his seat. "I've never seen you calm. Temper all the time."
Draco shrugged. "Always getting attention, always getting out of trouble, spoiled by the Headmaster, the Minister of Magic and any other adult that crosses your way. I think that qualifies as perfect. But I suppose that you don't like that. How do I know? I don't. I just assume. And how do you know that I'm not calm." Draco at this point started glaring at him. "If you take the time to observe me, Potter, then you would see that at the times I make potions, I am at my calmest."
Harry sat up in his chair and glare back. "Have you ever seen anyone die in front of you? Don't you ever worry of hurting the one you care? I hate it when people keep secrets from me. I never wanted to be in a war." he said.
His scowl came back as he sat forward as well. "Yes, Harry, I have! My father is a ruthless man who kills on instinct and for fun. I worry for my mother everyday! And keeping things secret is sometimes a good thing, believe it or not. You don't know how many times I wish that half of my life with my father was kept in secret. It's not only you in this war, Harry it's all of us!"
Harry stood up and the chair almost fell as he move. "It's like you to keep secrets. Your father is a death eater! Of course he would kill for fun. If you wish your life to keep in secret then I wish I had my parents." he said near shout. "Least you have parents."
Draco stood up as well. "I'd give anything to get rid of my father. HE is the Death Eater, not me! Don't put me in the same class as that Bastard! And as for your parents, I'm sorry! I'M SORRY, OKAY! You out of everyone deserves it less, but I am sorry."
Harry looked down and folded his arm. "The only reason I judge is because your father is cruel as he looks and he had hurt a lot of the people I care. Your mother's sister killed the only relative I had! Sirius Black was the only person that understood me and now I feel like I got no one." he said. "I don't care how sorry you are. Seeing how we're become. I can't trust you by the least of your hatred."
Draco fisted his hands until the knuckles turned white. It took what little will power he had left not to hit the boy in front of him. They were already making a huge commotion, and they didn't need a fist fight to make Madam Pince (is that the librarian's name?) quicken her step. "How many times do I have to repeat that I KNOW my Father is a vile and evil creature? I hate him almost as much as you do, Harry, and I don't need everyone reminding me every little while. And as for my mother, don't put her in the same class as her sister. My mother is an innocent in this entire ordeal. She's never hurt anyone, and only does what they tell her to do for fear of my life!" Draco took deep breaths and closed his eyes. He had to calm down, he had to remain in control of himself. He sat down and placed his arms on the desk, not looking at Harry. "I heard about your godfather . . . he was a cousin of mine. I never met him, so I don't know what to say. But I can guess that it must have really hurt to have your last family member taken away. I won't say sorry, because you get madder when I do, but I will say that you have my compassion in the matter."
Harry took a few deep breath then exhale trying to stay as calm as how Draco is but feels like he is letting his anger out on him. "Seems like I have just proven how imperfect I am." he said trying to make his voice as calm as it could. He move the chair that he almost dropped and sat down. "I wouldn't speak of your father if you stop claiming that I get attention." he requested. "I know your mother has never done anything what's so ever but I have every right to be at least defensive since I, or you, can't really have a normal life."
Draco did not look up from his position, and just nodded his head. He did not know why he felt so meek all of a sudden, but he couldn't look at Harry. "Guess life screwed us over big time, huh?"
Harry gave a small chuckle and rubbed his forehead. "Yeah..." he said. "I'm surprised how we're not getting a it like we usually do. Beside that we had an argument right now." he said it while staring at him.
Draco felt himself blush, and also felt like kicking himself for acting so girly. He wasn't supposed to act this way. He was supposed to be the cool one here. He sighed, still keeping his face down, now to hide his blush behind his curtain of hair more than anything else. "Yeah, it is kinda weird. We're usually having fist fights by now." He said as he fiddled with the page of his book.
Harry watched him for a while then he turn away as he folded his arm. "Things are just getting old." he mumbled. "Truthfully saying, I'm tried of us fighting."
Draco turned the page of his book and pretended to stare at the contents. "Quite. And I think the teachers are getting tired of our childish quarrels as well," he shrugged and chanced a quick glance at Harry, looking back down at his book quickly. "Quite frankly, I can't find anymore excuses to fight with you anymore."
"Now, we're being childish?" he asked giving a small smirk. "And what excuse are you talking about? I never expect you to want to see me."
Draco looked up with a small challenging smirk. "Very childish. And I meant as in I can't find a reason to fight you anymore. There's no point in doing it. And I would never readily admit to wanting to see you Potter. It's not the Slytherin thing to do."
Harry rolled his eye. "Do you always follow somebody's way?" he said. "And whenever we have a fight. Your the one that usually starts it." he said pointing at him.
Draco smirked and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest and wondering why all of a sudden his confidence was back. "It's not somebody else's way. It's my way as well. But you're right, I am the one who starts them. But only because everyone pushes me into it. We're expected to fight, Harry. We're Fire and Ice, complete opposites, and everyone would shit themselves if they saw us having a proper conversation like right now."
Harry gave a small laugh. "Just like me being Gryffindor and you Slytherin." he said. "And yeah I guess your right with the whole pushing thing. Hermione sure got something against you as well."
Draco shrugged one of his shoulders in an 'I-already-knew-that' kinda way. "It's understandable, what with me calling her mud-blood and all those other foul names. Don't tell her I told you this though. I really do respect the girl. I mean, to think that she almost beat me for top of the class this year. We've been having that whole 1st place/ 2nd place battle since the beginning. She's really quite amazing."
Harry stared at him in shock with the words he said. "I'm sorry, did I hear you correctly?" he asked. "Well, Hermione just loves to study. Sometimes she scares us. Me and Ron." he said grabbing one of Draco's books and looked through it.
"I know, it's incredible to believe, right? But like I said before, Harry. I was raised to be a perfect little pure-blood death eater. The life my father lived. So I have to hide behind the Slytherin mask most of the time. And for the record, Weaselby is an amazing Wizard's Chess player. I've never seen anyone who played so well," he said with a small chuckle. "Well, studying is a nice hobby. It helps you relax from the stresses of life. Of course, flying works too."
Harry almost dropped the book and turn suddenly at him. He had never heard Draco speak in such way that he wondered on who the blond teen in front of him truly is. "Sadly my mask is this scar. But I've gotten use to life with the danger or what ever sort of trouble I get into." he said setting the book aside. "Yeah, Ron sure has gotten good with wizard chess. And I agree that flying sure help with some stress." He glanced at Draco and looked at him more widely then he normal do. He also began to wonder on how easily they have spoken to each other.
Draco nodded and settled himself more comfortably in his chair. He could get used to these types of conversations, with just the two of them to talk comfortably. " It must be really hard to try and live up to the reputation of "The Savior of the Wizard Community", mustn't it? I can only hope you get out of this without too much injury." Draco closed the book before him. "Flying is truly a wonderful way to clear your mind. Nothing but instincts and exhilaration. You don't have to think while you're up in the air, you just have to feel."
For once Harry smile. "That is very true. When it comes to flying, for me, I just try my best." he said. "...'Savior of the Wizard Community'....'The Choosen One'...." he said thinking after a while. "Truthfully saying, I try not to think of that. That type of reputation sure can control your life and its terrible reminded of it." he said looking at him.
Draco furrowed his brows. How much had this boy gone through? "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."
Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Its okay. I get reminded of it sometimes so I should get use to it." he said then turn to him.
Draco blinked several times, his eyes widening slightly. "Did . . . did you know that your eyes look fantastic when you're not wearing your glasses?" asked Draco, astonished.
Harry laughed, "If I can see clearly I wouldn't wear them all the time but thank you..." he said putting them back on. "Am I being a distraction to your studies?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You mean you haven't tried to fix them? Magically, of course." Then he smiled. "And no, you're not distracting me from my studies. I can check these out later on anyway, if I want."
Harry stared at him thinking. "I don't think I would. A lot of people say that I look like my dad." he said. "And I know that I could afford to pay for it... I just never thought about it."
Draco smiled (SMILED, not smirked). "You should consider it. And I hear it's completely safe, and inexpensive. And to tell you the truth, I've never seen your Dad. Or your Mum. All I hear is what people tell me, and that's about it."
Harry smile, "Yeah I haven't either but I got some picture's of them." he said. "And I'll think about the eye thing."
"Oh really? Well that's good. At least you won't go around not knowing how they looked. And glad you considered the eyes thing." Said Draco with an anime smile.
Harry smiled. "So, we're getting off of school in a few days...Are you going to do anything?"
Draco shrugged his shoulders and reached up to move his hair out of his eyes. It was longer now, reaching just below his ear, and he didn't gel it back anymore. "I don't really know, but I'm not going back home, that's for sure. I think I'll stay here and fly around the pitch and read here and stuff. You?"
Harry could already see the difference with Draco; like his hair. "Well, I have to go back to the Dusley which I really don't. Or find a way to go with Ron and stay with his family." he said. "I sure you're going to have a better time here then I would if I can't go with Ron."
"The muggles? What's so bad about them, I thought you liked muggles," asked Draco with a confused frown.
"I do like muggles its just since the day I've been put in that house...I was more treated as a slave then a relative." he said. "Last time they had me locked up in my room for days and they barely even feed me."
Draco knew that he looked like a gapping fish but it didn't matter. A slave?! How dare they?! Those muggles were gonna pay. "What? That's terrible! How the hell can Dumbledore let that happen?!"
Harry gave a small smile. "Well, its simple like we talked about earlier. Dumbledore didn't want my head to be full of fame with the whole war when my parents died." he said then looked at him. "He was just trying to protect me and I know that it doesn't seem like it but he is."
Draco felt like scoffing big time. Protecting him? Sure, he might have needed the blood protection, but weren't there spells? Weren't there ways to prevent the Muggles to harm Harry? Draco shrugged again, frustrated at the treatment of the boy in front of him. "Whatever you say Harry."
He gave a small smirk. "Like I said it may not sound like it but I've gotten use to it." he said with a shrug. "Least I'm finally 17 to leave soon after school is over."
Draco let a small smile take over his features. "Ah, yes. The age of adulthood. We're finally able to do as we wish and live our own lives." He stretched, raising his arms high above his head and arching his back in pure pleasure. It felt good to stretch after sitting for so long. He pulled down his shirt, which had risen with his movements, and looked over at Harry. "So that means that you don't have to go back to the Muggles, right? Since Blood-Protection spells end when the one being protected turns 17, right?"
Harry watched him when his shirt rise then looked back to Draco's face. "Yeah. I'm planning on moving out of that place. I've been wanting to since forever." he said. "The only problem is where."
Draco reached down and pulled his school sweater over his head, leaving him in his white school shirt. He fixed his hair from when his sweater brushed against his shirt and shrugged. "Well, it depends on whether you wanna stay in the Wizarding world or in the Muggle world.
Harry watched him and he bit his lips then glance away. "That is what the problem is... I do have a place to stay but it only gives too much memory. I'm not even sure if I can go back to it as a place to live." he said. "Beside its old and been empty for a long time."
"You mean the House of Black? I heard that you had inherited it from Black, but I thought it was just a rumor. My mom said she felt the shifting of magic as the owner was changed. I guess it was true then," he said with a huge grin. "But whether you want to remain there is entirely your choice. It would mean something to Sirius if you did, but you have the option of choosing your own house, of course."
Harry laughed and smiled, "Yeah its true. And Sirius never liked that house. He has run away from there when he was young and he had no choose but to stay there when he was alive." he said. "I would stay for him but you have to see it to change your mind on that."
"What, is it that run down? Or are there too many Dark Artifacts there? I would suppose there were, the Black family was one of the darkest Wizarding families. But I'm sure it's nothing a little cleaning couldn't take care of," he said with a shrug. "And everyone has to face their past sometime, even we do."
He laughed, "Yeah there's a few Dark Artifacts like a bugger that shape shifted to dead people, a nosy house-elf, and a screaming dead women. And the clean would last past our last time." he said. "But I guess your right. Since I got no where else to live... I might as well waste my life cleaning then."
Draco raised his left eyebrow. "How long did it take to clean? Did you guys use magic? There are loads of handy spells that can get rid of almost everything. A Boggart? That sucks. But I'm sure that with the proper spells and magic supplies it should only be a matter of days until the house is cleaned up."
"We've used spells and those creatures are really dangerous for use to kill alone." he said. "If you see that house now then you'll understand. Beside no one has stepped in that house in over twenty years so its been dusty for too long."
Draco scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest in a cocky manner. "That's because that house hasn't seen the likes of Draco Malfoy," he said with a smirk.
Harry laughed and look at Draco with a different eye now. "Maybe but than again that house may not be suited for a Draco Malfoy." he said.
Draco grinned. "And what do you think? I'm half Black, you know. I thrive in homes filled with Dark Magic."
Harry smiled and sat back in his seat getting himself comfortable again which took him a bit of a surprise at what's going on still. "Well than its a deal. You have to come see the place to prove your Black." he said.
Draco unfolded his arms and smirked, stretching his hand over to shake Harry's. "A deal it is then."
Harry shook hands with him and smile, "Deal." he said than sat back and try to think of something to talk about. "So are you captain again?" he ask.
Draco ignored the tingles he felt going up his arms and sat back as well. "Yea, I'm the Captain again. We're going to be holding auditions soon. Hopefully we get better players this time."
Harry nodded, "Same here maybe... we might as well get the same people again but since many of use aren't coming back next year we're going to need to train new people." he said.
Draco groaned. "I hate training new recruits. Most of them have no talent whatsoever. I swear, some 1st years are better at Quidditch than older years."
He nodded and said. "Yes it is, but least you'll know how well you'll leave your team behind." he ponder on this and remembered his first day being with a team. "It'll be different..."
Draco looked at Harry with a thoughtful look, then tried to remember his first time on a Quidditch field. Despite his Father's mad desire to have his son defeat Harry Potter, Draco had actually been very excited to stand on the field. The feel of the wind on his face and the ground miles below his feet was like no other. He would never forget that feeling of relaxation. "I know what you mean...."
Harry nodded still remembering than folding his arm on the table and rest his chin.
"Sadly Cho won't be playing here anymore." he said.
Draco's misty grey eyes darkened at the mention of the Asian girl, but he hoped to hide his distaste by closing his book and stacking his materials neatly. "She's a year older than us, is she not?"
"Yes, she is." he said turning his eyes at him and noticed a little harden expression. "She was a very good player. Maybe surpassing Ron." he said staying in the same position.
Draco scoffed, but swallowed his words shortly after. It wouldn't do to insult the Weaselby right now. He and Harry where having such a good conversation. Instead, he said, "Yes, it truly is a shame that she couldn't be here another year." Talking about her seemed to piss him off more, for reasons he'd rather not touch on.
Harry nodded, "Yeah it is. Least I'll know that Ginny can keep things going great." he said not looking at Draco as he thinks from a distant. "How is it with you and Pansy?"
"Lost my virginity? I very well imagine you haven't, so one of us had to, right Harry? ", said Draco with a grin. "Joking, just joking. But to answer your assumption, yes, Pansy and I have done the deed.
Harry glared at him and sit up in his seat and folded his arm, "Well knowing you, I shouldn't be surprise." he said. "Especially, if it's Pansy. That girl sure tries her best to just be with you."
Draco didn't know whether to laugh or be offended. So he just shook off the comment and asked a question of his own. "So Harry? Have any significant other hidden in the school that we don't know about?" he asked, trying not to sound too eager to know the answer.
Harry looked at him and shrug, "I could say yes but I'd rather not say." he replied. "But there could be something between me and Ginny again."
Draco once again resisted the urge to strangle something but smiled politely. "Oh, well that's nice. We can start making bets again on how your children will turn out."
He rolled his eyes, "What do you mean by that?" Harry said turning back to him again, confused.
Draco gave him one of his sexy grins. "Nothing. We're just wondering if you'll have 10 or if they'll all come out with red hair. So far, the numbers are winning."
Harry mouth dropped than recover quickly. "Draco that is none of your business. That's like saying would you have kids that is more likely going to be death eaters or would they all end up being Slytherin." he said.
Draco grinned again. "As long as they look like me, I have no complaints." His eyes danced with mirth and he couldn't get his "you-totally-want-to-shag-me" grin off his face.
Harry continues to glare at him and said. "It'll be a shame if they did." he stared at Draco.
Draco watched Harry stand up with a slight frown. "Hm. . . I never considered a Gryffindor a coward. Why are you running away, Potter?"
Harry turned around and held his hand in a fist. "A coward? Since when have I ever ran away from something Malfoy?" He said between his teeth and glare at the blonde.
"What's going on here?" Ron said looking at his friend and his enemy. "Need any help?"
Draco suppressed a growl at the arrival of his not so favorite red-head. "Sure, Weasel. You can help him by leaving."
Hermione walked forward and stood between the boys. "All right you three. Clam down, this is not the place to have a fight. You're lucky the librarian had to step out, or you'd all be kicked out of here already." she looked between all of them, then at the table Draco had been seated at. "Oh, you have the Advanced Mideval Potions guide."
Harry turn to Hermione than rolled his eyes, "We can't get in any trouble, Hermione." he said. "I was already leaving."
Ron continued to stare at Draco, "It shouldn't take long. Its two of us against him." he said.
Hermione turned to her boyfriend and best friend. "Oh stop it you two. Ronald, don't you dare start anything in this place!"
Draco scoffed and picked up his sweater, cloak and books. "Here Granger, I've already tried all of these potions, you can have it," he said, handing Hermione the book she had been looking at. "I'll leave you Gryffindors to yourselves."
Harry turned to watch Draco leave as he continued to glare yet he wasn't fuming any more.
Ron turn to her and raise an eyebrow when Draco gave her the books. "Don't you open that book. He could of jinx it." he said taking it away from her.
Draco managed to hear the end of Ron's sentence and he had to roll his eyes. That Weaselby needed a new hobby. He walked out of the library and down the hall toward the dungeons.
Author:
So this is a roleplay between me and my best friend when we started in gaiaonline. It all began in our messanging than moved to our messangers so as I continued on posting you'll not notice a difference but trust me it will be getting good. And see why Draco would poision himself. Now here is the cover I made for the story and more pictures would be add later on with some things for you to enjoy reading....like some yuri and some yaoi...
P.S these links in the bottom are Photobucket. I noticed that it wasn't showing so just type: photobucket and the dot than the slash and well u got the idea.
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