Warning: I have rated the story a PG-13 because there will be an eventual
Harry/Draco slash pairing. So please avoid this fic if you do not like the
idea of a same sex romantic pairing.
Title: The Untold Want
Author: Penelope-Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: This is my first HP fanfic and only my second fanfic in general. It would be great if you could tell me your opinion cause I'm not really sure about it. At last I have a beta! Thanks to Trephinia Cealyn for her valuable help!
The Untold Want
Chapter 1: Blood on the stairs
'I hate you! I'm going to kill you!'
Harry struggled to pull out his wand from his robes, his mind racing trying to find an appropriate spell to cast on Malfoy who was climbing up the stairs, face twisted with rage, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle. 'Expelliamus!' Malfoy's wand flew from his hand and landed noisily on the floor. He looked at his empty hand for a moment in confusion and then attacked Harry pressing his hands around Harry's neck.
Ron tried to run to his aid but was stopped by Crabbe. Goyle grabbed the edge of Hermione's wand trying to pull it from her hand as she performed a spell. Sparks of cold blue flame began to fly around and they both screamed, in pain or panic, but Harry hardly had time to notice. Malfoy's hands were on Harry's face now, scratching, drawing blood. 'You fight like a girl, you-' Harry shouted and then gasped for air as Malfoy had kicked him in the groin, making him double over in pain.
A crowd of Gryffindor and Slytherin students had gathered around in the narrow corridor but no one dared to come closer as the blue sparks that flew from Hermione's wand seemed dangerous. Even the figures in the paintings were worried, they moved to the background and disappeared in the shadows, whispering.
'Stop, stop!' Harry heard some girls screaming and then Seamus moved bravely in, joining Ron against Crabbe. After a moment of hesitation Blaise Zabini dropped his bag on the floor and leapt on him.
Harry attempted to punch Malfoy but the blond imp managed to grab him by the wrist, digging his nails deep into the flesh. Harry took a deep breath and used his free hand to raise his wand but Malfoy was quicker and grabbed that hand too, twisting it violently behind Harry's back. Their faces were very close now. The typical sarcastic smile was gone and furious anger distorted Draco's elegant characteristics, the icy grey eyes were flaming with passionate hate. Harry almost froze, the intensity of Malfoy's gaze sent cold shivers down his spine. 'Why does he hate me so much?' he wondered. 'What did I do to him?'
'Both of you! Stop! Stop right now!' Snape's voice hissed behind his back. Oh, no he wouldn't. If he was going to get detention he would make sure he gave Malfoy a black eye before. He jerked his hands free and landed a punch square in the middle of that arrogant face. He regretted it a split second. He had never wished to hurt anyone and did not want to start now. Draco winced in pain and screamed something intelligible. He took a step back sobbing, his hands on his face, then another, then another....
'Malfoy! The stairs! Watch out!' Harry shouted and rushed to him. Malfoy slipped and let out an agonizing cry as his arms reached frantically forward, trying to find something to hold on to. Harry was almost there, he tried to grab Draco's hand, their finger almost touched... but it was too late. Malfoy fell backwards and rolled down the stairs. Suddenly everything went quiet, no sound, no movement, apart from the dull thud of the body falling down the stairs. And then nothing.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Harry screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again wide and looked around in despair. Hermione and Goyle were lying on the floor unconscious, each holding a piece of her wand. Seamus and Blaise Zabini were struggling to get up, dusting their robes. Snape, tall and dark, was clenching his fists, face even paler than usual. Crabbe just stood there, looking utterly confused, his hands still gripping Ron's collar. Ron stared back at Harry while a drop of blood dripped from a scratch of his cheek. And there was more blood. More drops of blood on the stairs. And down there... Draco Malfoy.
His body was sprawled awkwardly on the floor, limps unnaturally twisted, like a marionette whose strings are cut. Eyes open and lifeless, like grey glass beads. And worst of all, a bloody halo started to form around his head on the white marble floor.
Harry was about to rush down the stairs towards Malfoy when a cold hand grabbed his shoulder, shoving him aside. 'Don't you dare!' Snape hissed angrily. 'Stay here. You've done enough damage already.' A small crowd of students had already gathered around Malfoy, pointing at him, gesticulating wildly. 'Keep away!' Snape shouted, running down the stairs followed by Crabbe. 'Don't touch him!' Snape didn't use magic to carry Malfoy, he just slid his hands underneath the limp body and picked him up, cradling him like a child and rushed to the hospital wing. A bevy of crying Slytherin girls followed him, Pansy Parkinson was hiding her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
Harry felt a bitter taste, like poison and ashes in his mouth, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He leaned against the wall until his cheek touched the cold stone and took a deep breath that almost hurt. He could feel his arms and legs getting limp with fear, his heart was pounding till his fingertips. He sensed that a heated conversation had begun around him, words, phrases drifted into his ears but nothing registered, as if his mind was covered with thick mist.
'Look at all this blood!'
'I think I'm going to be sick.'
'Hey, Neville has fainted. Somebody bring a glass of water!'
'Do you think Malfoy is dead?'
'Nah, his kind is hard to kill. Didn't you know what happened with Voldemort?'
'Oh, God my head...'
'Are you feeling all right Herm? Goyle is still unconscious.'
'Good, so I can strangle him! The brainless git broke my wand! Hey, what happened here?'
'Potter pushed Draco down the stairs.'
'That's a lie and you know it Zabini!'
'He deserves to get expelled.'
'Shut up!'
'You deserve it too Weasley boy!'
'Somebody please tell me this is all a bad dream...'
Yes, Harry thought shutting his eyes. This is all a bad dream. The fifth year hasn't started yet. It's night still and I am sleeping at the Dursleys. I should get up soon and start packing otherwise I'll miss the train. It will be great to see Ron and Hermione again, watch the Sorting, check out the new Gryffindors. Dinner will be luxurious as always. And Malfoy will stare me at as usual from the Slytherin table but I'll just.... What's this strange light?
'Colin will you stop taking pictures! Leave Harry alone!'
'Fred, what is going on?'
'George, it seems we missed all the fun.'
'This wasn't fun.'
'Definitely not.'
'Harry is in serious trouble. We are all in serious trouble.'
'Hey, I did nothing wrong!'
'Harry are feeling all right?'
'Harry can you hear me?'
'Harry...?'
'Harry, Professor McGonagall is coming'
He snapped back to life when he heard Professor McGonagall coughing lightly behind him and he cast a weary glance over his shoulder. A sea of worried pale faces stared at him, Hermione was biting her lower lip hard. McGonagall's face was an expressionless mask.
'Are you hurt Potter?' she inquired. 'Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?'
'No, I'm fine. But Draco-'
'The Headmaster would like to see you tomorrow Potter, after your classes end, to discuss about the accident. You should go back to Gryffindor tower now and get some rest. It's late.'
She paused and her eyes sparkled behind the gold rim of her glasses. 'He'll be fine Potter,' she added softly. 'He'll be fine.'
'No, you can't come in Potter!' Mrs Pomfrey said impatiently an hour later. 'You'll just upset him and he is tiring enough already. He'll be out tomorrow,' she explained in a friendlier tone seeing the desperation on his face. 'I'm sure you won't get expelled. It wasn't your fault. Now go to sleep. Do you know how late it is?'
Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower ignoring Ron and Hermione who followed him silently, keeping a respectful distance. 'Congratulation brave knight!' Sir Cadoyan roared in excitement, almost falling off the golden frame of his painting. 'I heard the tale of your mighty battle-'
'Oh, shut up!' Ron hissed angrily. 'Look Harry, there's no need to worry about some trash like Malfoy.'
'That's not fair,' Hermione interrupted him. 'I like him even less than you do but he is still a human being.'
'He isn't a human being. He is Draco Malfoy!'
Ron and Hermione continued arguing till they entered the Gryffindor common room. A few students were still sitting around despite the time, including Fred and George Weasley. All heads turned to their direction expectantly, Harry felt curious eyes on his face, examining him.
'I'm going to bed now,' he said weakly.
'But Harry-' Ron and Hermione exclaimed simultaneously.
He raised his hand in protest. 'I don't want to talk about it any more. I just want to sleep now.'
Fortunately Dean, Neville and Seamus were already asleep. He took his robes off, kicked his shoes away and pulled the blanket over his head. It was hot and sticky under the covers but he stayed there pretending to be asleep until he heard Ron coming in, half an hour later. He sensed Ron bending over his bed, he heard a soft, frustrated sigh and then the rustling of fabric while Ron was getting ready for bed.
Disjointed images flew around him in the darkness, memories of the day kept spiraling through his mind. The trip with Hogwarts Express, joking with Ron and Herm while chewing Every-Flavor Beans and chocolate frogs as usual, Hermione was so proud of her prefect's badge, then Malfoy bursting in their carriage with his escorts, full of sarcastic glances and nasty comments about mudbloods. Then Hogwarts at last, seeing Hagrid again was nice. The Sorting, very few Gryffindors this year, and surprisingly even less Slytherins, Malfoy watching him from the Slytherin table, eyes glittering with malice, a short exchange of insults outside the hall, but neither he nor Ron had lost their patience and a few minutes later......
What had happened? What had he done to provoke Malfoy's sudden reaction?
Nothing. Stupid git.
Harry could not sleep. Ron was fast asleep now, oblivious to his friend's suffering. A thought crossed his mind, he stood up and walked out closing the door quietly behind him. The fat lady eyed him suspiciously as he slid his Invisibility Cloak on.
He rushed through the dark stairs and corridors of Hogwarts as quietly as possible. He quickened his pace when he passed by Sir Cadoyan but fortunately the knight was snoring happily and didn't stir. It was hard to find the way to the hospital wing, there was no moon, the black candles were already burned out, wax had dripped everywhere on the floor. The darkness was so thick around him you could almost slash it with a knife but he didn't dare to light his wand afraid of Filch and his annoying cat. It was freezing cold in the passageways and when he opened the door of the room where Malfoy was lying the warm air tingled his face pleasantly.
Malfoy was sleeping quietly. He looked almost angelic resting on the bed, his skin as white as the sheets, his silver blond hair simmering in the darkness. Harry walked carefully towards him. 'Damn you,' he thought. 'Damn you, you complete idiot. Look at what you made me do. Look at what you did to yourself.' He took a step closer. 'Why? Four years you have breathing down my back.' he whispered angrily. 'Why can't you let go of me? Leave me alone you hear me? Leave me alone!'
As he was bending over the bed lost in dark thoughts Malfoy's expression started to change. The peaceful smile swiftly disappeared, a frown started to form, a drop of sweat trickled from the smooth forehead. Malfoy moaned lightly, coughed, his face twitched almost in pain. His eyelids fluttered and then suddenly he shot up, eyes open and expressionless, screaming desperately 'Please, please don't go!'
Harry froze. Malfoy's head was a few centimeters away from Harry's and even though he was still wearing the cloak he could sense Malfoy's eyes on him, as if he could actually see him. No, that was absurd. Harry hesitated not knowing what to do and then the door was flung open and a very worried Madam Pomfrey entered.
To be continued
Title: The Untold Want
Author: Penelope-Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: This is my first HP fanfic and only my second fanfic in general. It would be great if you could tell me your opinion cause I'm not really sure about it. At last I have a beta! Thanks to Trephinia Cealyn for her valuable help!
The Untold Want
Chapter 1: Blood on the stairs
'I hate you! I'm going to kill you!'
Harry struggled to pull out his wand from his robes, his mind racing trying to find an appropriate spell to cast on Malfoy who was climbing up the stairs, face twisted with rage, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle. 'Expelliamus!' Malfoy's wand flew from his hand and landed noisily on the floor. He looked at his empty hand for a moment in confusion and then attacked Harry pressing his hands around Harry's neck.
Ron tried to run to his aid but was stopped by Crabbe. Goyle grabbed the edge of Hermione's wand trying to pull it from her hand as she performed a spell. Sparks of cold blue flame began to fly around and they both screamed, in pain or panic, but Harry hardly had time to notice. Malfoy's hands were on Harry's face now, scratching, drawing blood. 'You fight like a girl, you-' Harry shouted and then gasped for air as Malfoy had kicked him in the groin, making him double over in pain.
A crowd of Gryffindor and Slytherin students had gathered around in the narrow corridor but no one dared to come closer as the blue sparks that flew from Hermione's wand seemed dangerous. Even the figures in the paintings were worried, they moved to the background and disappeared in the shadows, whispering.
'Stop, stop!' Harry heard some girls screaming and then Seamus moved bravely in, joining Ron against Crabbe. After a moment of hesitation Blaise Zabini dropped his bag on the floor and leapt on him.
Harry attempted to punch Malfoy but the blond imp managed to grab him by the wrist, digging his nails deep into the flesh. Harry took a deep breath and used his free hand to raise his wand but Malfoy was quicker and grabbed that hand too, twisting it violently behind Harry's back. Their faces were very close now. The typical sarcastic smile was gone and furious anger distorted Draco's elegant characteristics, the icy grey eyes were flaming with passionate hate. Harry almost froze, the intensity of Malfoy's gaze sent cold shivers down his spine. 'Why does he hate me so much?' he wondered. 'What did I do to him?'
'Both of you! Stop! Stop right now!' Snape's voice hissed behind his back. Oh, no he wouldn't. If he was going to get detention he would make sure he gave Malfoy a black eye before. He jerked his hands free and landed a punch square in the middle of that arrogant face. He regretted it a split second. He had never wished to hurt anyone and did not want to start now. Draco winced in pain and screamed something intelligible. He took a step back sobbing, his hands on his face, then another, then another....
'Malfoy! The stairs! Watch out!' Harry shouted and rushed to him. Malfoy slipped and let out an agonizing cry as his arms reached frantically forward, trying to find something to hold on to. Harry was almost there, he tried to grab Draco's hand, their finger almost touched... but it was too late. Malfoy fell backwards and rolled down the stairs. Suddenly everything went quiet, no sound, no movement, apart from the dull thud of the body falling down the stairs. And then nothing.
Silence. Silence. Silence.
Harry screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again wide and looked around in despair. Hermione and Goyle were lying on the floor unconscious, each holding a piece of her wand. Seamus and Blaise Zabini were struggling to get up, dusting their robes. Snape, tall and dark, was clenching his fists, face even paler than usual. Crabbe just stood there, looking utterly confused, his hands still gripping Ron's collar. Ron stared back at Harry while a drop of blood dripped from a scratch of his cheek. And there was more blood. More drops of blood on the stairs. And down there... Draco Malfoy.
His body was sprawled awkwardly on the floor, limps unnaturally twisted, like a marionette whose strings are cut. Eyes open and lifeless, like grey glass beads. And worst of all, a bloody halo started to form around his head on the white marble floor.
Harry was about to rush down the stairs towards Malfoy when a cold hand grabbed his shoulder, shoving him aside. 'Don't you dare!' Snape hissed angrily. 'Stay here. You've done enough damage already.' A small crowd of students had already gathered around Malfoy, pointing at him, gesticulating wildly. 'Keep away!' Snape shouted, running down the stairs followed by Crabbe. 'Don't touch him!' Snape didn't use magic to carry Malfoy, he just slid his hands underneath the limp body and picked him up, cradling him like a child and rushed to the hospital wing. A bevy of crying Slytherin girls followed him, Pansy Parkinson was hiding her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.
Harry felt a bitter taste, like poison and ashes in his mouth, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He leaned against the wall until his cheek touched the cold stone and took a deep breath that almost hurt. He could feel his arms and legs getting limp with fear, his heart was pounding till his fingertips. He sensed that a heated conversation had begun around him, words, phrases drifted into his ears but nothing registered, as if his mind was covered with thick mist.
'Look at all this blood!'
'I think I'm going to be sick.'
'Hey, Neville has fainted. Somebody bring a glass of water!'
'Do you think Malfoy is dead?'
'Nah, his kind is hard to kill. Didn't you know what happened with Voldemort?'
'Oh, God my head...'
'Are you feeling all right Herm? Goyle is still unconscious.'
'Good, so I can strangle him! The brainless git broke my wand! Hey, what happened here?'
'Potter pushed Draco down the stairs.'
'That's a lie and you know it Zabini!'
'He deserves to get expelled.'
'Shut up!'
'You deserve it too Weasley boy!'
'Somebody please tell me this is all a bad dream...'
Yes, Harry thought shutting his eyes. This is all a bad dream. The fifth year hasn't started yet. It's night still and I am sleeping at the Dursleys. I should get up soon and start packing otherwise I'll miss the train. It will be great to see Ron and Hermione again, watch the Sorting, check out the new Gryffindors. Dinner will be luxurious as always. And Malfoy will stare me at as usual from the Slytherin table but I'll just.... What's this strange light?
'Colin will you stop taking pictures! Leave Harry alone!'
'Fred, what is going on?'
'George, it seems we missed all the fun.'
'This wasn't fun.'
'Definitely not.'
'Harry is in serious trouble. We are all in serious trouble.'
'Hey, I did nothing wrong!'
'Harry are feeling all right?'
'Harry can you hear me?'
'Harry...?'
'Harry, Professor McGonagall is coming'
He snapped back to life when he heard Professor McGonagall coughing lightly behind him and he cast a weary glance over his shoulder. A sea of worried pale faces stared at him, Hermione was biting her lower lip hard. McGonagall's face was an expressionless mask.
'Are you hurt Potter?' she inquired. 'Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?'
'No, I'm fine. But Draco-'
'The Headmaster would like to see you tomorrow Potter, after your classes end, to discuss about the accident. You should go back to Gryffindor tower now and get some rest. It's late.'
She paused and her eyes sparkled behind the gold rim of her glasses. 'He'll be fine Potter,' she added softly. 'He'll be fine.'
'No, you can't come in Potter!' Mrs Pomfrey said impatiently an hour later. 'You'll just upset him and he is tiring enough already. He'll be out tomorrow,' she explained in a friendlier tone seeing the desperation on his face. 'I'm sure you won't get expelled. It wasn't your fault. Now go to sleep. Do you know how late it is?'
Harry walked back to Gryffindor tower ignoring Ron and Hermione who followed him silently, keeping a respectful distance. 'Congratulation brave knight!' Sir Cadoyan roared in excitement, almost falling off the golden frame of his painting. 'I heard the tale of your mighty battle-'
'Oh, shut up!' Ron hissed angrily. 'Look Harry, there's no need to worry about some trash like Malfoy.'
'That's not fair,' Hermione interrupted him. 'I like him even less than you do but he is still a human being.'
'He isn't a human being. He is Draco Malfoy!'
Ron and Hermione continued arguing till they entered the Gryffindor common room. A few students were still sitting around despite the time, including Fred and George Weasley. All heads turned to their direction expectantly, Harry felt curious eyes on his face, examining him.
'I'm going to bed now,' he said weakly.
'But Harry-' Ron and Hermione exclaimed simultaneously.
He raised his hand in protest. 'I don't want to talk about it any more. I just want to sleep now.'
Fortunately Dean, Neville and Seamus were already asleep. He took his robes off, kicked his shoes away and pulled the blanket over his head. It was hot and sticky under the covers but he stayed there pretending to be asleep until he heard Ron coming in, half an hour later. He sensed Ron bending over his bed, he heard a soft, frustrated sigh and then the rustling of fabric while Ron was getting ready for bed.
Disjointed images flew around him in the darkness, memories of the day kept spiraling through his mind. The trip with Hogwarts Express, joking with Ron and Herm while chewing Every-Flavor Beans and chocolate frogs as usual, Hermione was so proud of her prefect's badge, then Malfoy bursting in their carriage with his escorts, full of sarcastic glances and nasty comments about mudbloods. Then Hogwarts at last, seeing Hagrid again was nice. The Sorting, very few Gryffindors this year, and surprisingly even less Slytherins, Malfoy watching him from the Slytherin table, eyes glittering with malice, a short exchange of insults outside the hall, but neither he nor Ron had lost their patience and a few minutes later......
What had happened? What had he done to provoke Malfoy's sudden reaction?
Nothing. Stupid git.
Harry could not sleep. Ron was fast asleep now, oblivious to his friend's suffering. A thought crossed his mind, he stood up and walked out closing the door quietly behind him. The fat lady eyed him suspiciously as he slid his Invisibility Cloak on.
He rushed through the dark stairs and corridors of Hogwarts as quietly as possible. He quickened his pace when he passed by Sir Cadoyan but fortunately the knight was snoring happily and didn't stir. It was hard to find the way to the hospital wing, there was no moon, the black candles were already burned out, wax had dripped everywhere on the floor. The darkness was so thick around him you could almost slash it with a knife but he didn't dare to light his wand afraid of Filch and his annoying cat. It was freezing cold in the passageways and when he opened the door of the room where Malfoy was lying the warm air tingled his face pleasantly.
Malfoy was sleeping quietly. He looked almost angelic resting on the bed, his skin as white as the sheets, his silver blond hair simmering in the darkness. Harry walked carefully towards him. 'Damn you,' he thought. 'Damn you, you complete idiot. Look at what you made me do. Look at what you did to yourself.' He took a step closer. 'Why? Four years you have breathing down my back.' he whispered angrily. 'Why can't you let go of me? Leave me alone you hear me? Leave me alone!'
As he was bending over the bed lost in dark thoughts Malfoy's expression started to change. The peaceful smile swiftly disappeared, a frown started to form, a drop of sweat trickled from the smooth forehead. Malfoy moaned lightly, coughed, his face twitched almost in pain. His eyelids fluttered and then suddenly he shot up, eyes open and expressionless, screaming desperately 'Please, please don't go!'
Harry froze. Malfoy's head was a few centimeters away from Harry's and even though he was still wearing the cloak he could sense Malfoy's eyes on him, as if he could actually see him. No, that was absurd. Harry hesitated not knowing what to do and then the door was flung open and a very worried Madam Pomfrey entered.
To be continued
