Title: The Gray Mists

Author: Scarlet Falcon

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy come from different worlds where they see view based on what people say. When Draco finds Harry crying in Hogwarts' halls before the summer he soothes him and starts to realize the funny feelings in his stomach. Unfortunately when he sees Harry again Harry is in St. Mungo's nearly dying because the hands of his uncle. When Harry wakes up again he gains new powers because of his inheritance. Now he has to go back to school with new powers some people are not yet to accept.

Warnings: Slash, cursing, and implied lemons

Rated: M

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" I hate you!"

Draco had cornered Harry the day before they were to leave for summer vacation and snapped. Ever since Death Eaters had been arrested from the Ministry of Magic –his father included- he became isolated from the rest of the school. The only group activities that were made from the teachers, did he work with others. He refused to talk until absolute necessary. He bottled up his emotions of pain, depression, and hate. Only when he saw Harry sitting in the hallway reading peacefully to himself in full contempt did he snap. He didn't care if Potter laughed at him or even hex him. He just wanted it all off his chest.

" The Golden Boy always gets what he wants. He deserves the best attention because he lived through one attack. Well, you know what I'm tired of it. You're no different from the rest of us. You think that scar means something. It doesn't mean trash! You're an insolent little prat that needs to die. And because of you, my dad is rotting in Azkaban. Do you even think of anybody but yourself? Probably not. It's your entire fault! Your parents died because of you. Cedric died because of you. And now my dad is in jail because of you. Yet, you don't care. As long as you have your mudblood friend and her poor as the dirt boyfriend Weasel you're happy. You need to crawl somewhere and die so the rest of us can live happily. It's your entire fault!"

As Draco was saying this, tears begin to weld in his eyes. He tried so hard to hold them back. But few stray tears fell down his face. His voice started to crack. He hated breaking down in front of Potter like some baby. But what he really hated was the new emotions he had for Potter that appeared out of the blue. They were so confusing.

Harry hadn't look at him the whole time he was screaming at him. When Draco had finally stopped crying and his only red eyes were signs that there was something wrong with him, Harry begin to talk.

" You're right."

Draco's eyes widen. He nearly fell from shock. Had Potter really agreed with him? Even after he curse him and his friend, insulted him, and blamed him for every bad thing that happened in Draco's life. It was confusing and suspicious.

" I ruined so many lives this year. I did it all without thinking. And because of it I lost my godfather. So stupid."

Draco was shock to near that Harry had lost "family" in the battle of the Ministry of Magic. Draco hadn't permanently lost his father while Harry could never see the last of his family again. For the first time Draco begin to feel a little sorry for Harry.

Harry looked up at him in the eyes. They had been red with tears as well. They carried so much dread and pain that Draco kneeled down in front of them. The emerald green eyes were dull. They never ceased eye contact. Then Harry's eyes got wet and he had to look down. His shoulders shook up and down. He made soft sobbing sounds. This was the second time Draco saw him cry and it was as unnerving, nearly painful to watch. The first time Cedric had died and Harry brought back the body, crying. Draco, as strong as he was, couldn't bear to watch and had to look away. Even now he had to turn away.

" You're right. You're right. You're so right. Because of me so many lives were ruined. My parents, Cedric, Padfoot, even you, Draco. And I'm so sorry. You deserve better. I took it all away from you. Blame me if you want. Dislike me, of course. But, please, please, Draco don't push me away. I made a mistake and lost most out of it. Draco, I need you."

Draco was at his wits end. He never had to deal with crying. Ever. There's always been someone for him. Now, here was Harry Potter, the one he supposedly should hate, breaking down in front of him. Okay, here it goes. Draco took a seat beside him.

" Listen, for the next few minutes I'm not Draco Malfoy and you're not Harry Potter. We're just two floating souls. We're not in Hogwarts. Not in the magical world. Not on this Earth. We're safely in the sky where no one can touch us or harm us. I'll talk. You'll listen."

The crying had paused so Draco guessed he was doing alright. 'I guess I should keep on. Oh, well, here it goes,' he thinks.

" I don't know what's going on in your life and truthfully after this I couldn't care less. But there are still people who care for you and love you. People who look up to you. What was to happen if they were to see you like this? Crying and doubting yourself? We all need someone strong to look up to. It gives us confidence in ourselves. So find someone strong and independent so you can get that halfway confidence you deserve. The other half comes from you. That way those people who love you and look up to you can have that confidence they deserve. If you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for them."

" Next, death happens. It's stupid to beat yourself up for people who are actually somewhere better. I don't know much about Christianity but I do know you believe that if someone dies they go to this perfect place called Heaven. Every time you start to get depress over death remember that they are in a better place and died for you. Do you really think they'll be happy knowing that you're mourning over their death? I don't know who Padfoot is but I can tell that he love you. So get over it!"

" As for me, forget about it. Eventually, I'll get over it. And even though I hate to admit it you're stronger than me. You should get over it too…you're lucky. Even though your parents are dead you know they were great people. My parents, heh, they're no where close. You have people who love you, care for you, and even adore you. You have lots of money. But you don't let it go to your head, unlike most people. It's hard to admit but when it comes to making friends, you're better. You've always been better. But you'll never be better than me in dueling. I'll always beat you. But you got to know you're still human. You still feel emotions. Happiness. Pain. Grief. It's okay to be sad. You don't have to hold it in. Just be yourself. If you don't…"

Harry had his eyes on him. Draco could feel his stare. He looked down at the floor as if it was the most astonishing thing in the world. He felt his face heating up.

" If you don't, I'll go insane"

It got silent. Draco could hear his heartbeat it was so silent. Even the paintings were quite and that usually meant something. 'I can't believe I said those things,' Draco thought. To him it was worse than any insult.

Heh. Heh.

Draco looked up. Was he laughing? His shoulders bobbed up and down. He had tears going down his cheeks but he was laughing. 'He's crazy,' Draco thought. Harry whipped his tears and smiled at him.

Draco's face turned red. He was smiling at him. A real smile from Harry Potter. No grin. No smirk. Not even a frown. A 100 percent genuine smile. His face was smeared with cleared tears and the sun from the window was beating on him. The sun illuminated his wild hair and had shadows dancing across his face. He had high cheekbones and an angular face. Draco noticed the perfect complexion and flawless teeth. He was small but had a Seeker's body. Slim and muscular. He looked stunning from Draco's point of view.

" Alright then. I won't lose. I will be the best. You just wait. I will beat you Draco," Harry says.

Draco snorted and looked away smirking. "As if, Potter. You have a long way to go. There's no way you can beat me." It got silent again so Draco looked up again. Harry was still looking at him, smiling. "Thanks," he says. He leans in and pecks Draco on the cheek. "For everything," he whispers in his ear.

Draco shivered as his face got redder. He stands up abruptly. "Later, Potter," he says quickly. He went back down the stairs quickly. He stopped at the bottom and look back up at Potter. He went back to his book with all the ease he had before. But Draco thought he saw a little bit more happiness in him Draco never saw before. He sighed and turned back the corner.

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On the train ride home Draco and his friends had bumped into Harry, who was all alone. Literally. Blaise had not been looking where he was going and walked straight into him. They both caught their footing thankfully. Unfortunately, Harry had too much stuff in his hand and had dropped a handful of papers.

" Watch where you're going, Potter," Blaise hissed.

Harry smirked. "Funny, weren't you the one walking? You walked into me," he says. Blaise snorted. "You should know to move out of the way of your superiors, Potter," he said. Harry bend down to retrieve his papers. "Well, I'll be sure to acknowledge them when I do see them," he says. This, of course, ticked a nerve and had Blaise fuming.

Draco, by then, had been in the back watching it all without a word. Seeing it for the first time taunting Potter seemed…pathetic and a want for attention. He looked down. Why did he feel so pathetic all of the sudden? He turned his eyes back on Harry who had paused and stared at the papers. Draco looked down. Were those drawings? Draco didn't knew Potter could draw. Pansy retrieved a sheet of paper.

" What kind of crap is this? Did one of your fans draw this for you?" she screeched.

Harry retrieved the last of his papers, stood, and snatched it from Pansy. "Actually, I drew it. It's called art, Parkison. And requires talent, which, not surprisingly, most of you don't have."

He finally looked at Draco. Draco made eye contact. Harry's face was passive. Draco couldn't read any emotions. Harry finally glanced away. Draco looked away from him. So pathetic.

" Now, if you don't mind. I must be-"

Draco looked up. Crabbe and Goyle had him boxed in. They looked ready to fight. Harry seemed unaffected despite the fact he was surrounded by people ready to beat him. He didn't even reach for his wand.

" Time to learn some manners Potter," Crabbe growled. Goyle made a grab for him.

" That's enough."

Everyone turned their eyes on Draco. He finally took a few steps forward. He was still looking for any signs of emotion in Harry. There was none. He felt even more pathetic.

" It seems Potter here isn't feeling all to well. He knows not to test us. We shouldn't mess with the Golden Boy, here. Listen. Let me speak to Mr. Perfect, alone."

" But Draco-"

Draco gave Blaise the coldest glare he could. Blaise looked down then between the two. "Fine. We'll be sitting. Come on, guys," Blaise muttered. In a few seconds of staring Harry and Draco the rest left and went to their compartment.

Once out of earshot Harry said, "You didn't have to do that."

" I know. But for the first time I actually felt sort of pathetic in taunting you," Draco said. He leaned against the wall. "You're so helpless it wouldn't be a fair fight," he remarked.

Harry smirked. "Really? One would actually think that Mister Malfoy cared for little helpless Harry Potter," he said finally getting his drawing in order. Draco shook his head. "No, Potter. Not cared. Maybe pitied. Even hated that someone other than myself was making fun of you. Never care."

" The way you talk you act like you own me."

" I do."

Now that Draco was feeling more like himself he took the chance of walking straight to Harry and stare him down. His breath slightly hitched. It felt so good to have Harry up against him. He wanted more. He needed to touch, to hold, to claim. It took all his will power to not pull the little raven into an empty compartment and ravish him on the spot. He looked Harry up and down. Every single will power he had.

Harry didn't falter. He didn't like how Draco was looking at him but he wouldn't back down. Just like he said, he would not lose. Of course he was caught a little off guard at Draco's attitude. He didn't know wither to call them friends or enemies.

' Stop getting your hopes up, Potter. Malfoy is still Malfoy,' he thought.

' Oh really? Then what about that time when you two were talking? ' his little imaginary voice of Slytherin said.

' A fluke,' he thought.

' Hmm? I think there's more to Malfoy than you know. So much more. But you have too much Gyffendor stupidity in you to recgonise it ,' it said.

' Shut up!' he thought. He listened as Draco talked again.

" You may not know it, but I do, Potter. Ever since you denied that hand of friendship I had you wrapped around my finger and didn't let go. I know exactly how you act to certain words and what you do when mad. It's so easy to manipulate you into doing exactly what I want."

Harry smirked. "Well, then, I guess, I need to change around so you won't know what my next moves are, huh, Malfoy?" he hissed.

Draco smirked. "There's no chance, Potter," he sneered. He turned and walked down the hallway while Harry went the other way.

Draco stopped when he couldn't see Potter. 'Why did I say those things? It was so weird. But it did feel good to have Potter against me like that…so sick. I need to get these thoughts out of my mind. The Dark Lord wouldn't be happy…I'm going to be a Death Eater this year…why do I have such a feeling of dread over this? I need to lie down,' he thinks. He keeps on walking again.

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