CHAPTER ONE
He gripped the letter tightly in his hands. It was written on heavy parchment in midnight black ink. Its contents were giving him little spasms of happiness. Never in a million years did Harry expect Draco to accept his confession. He closed his eyes, his face glowing. Nothing felt better than this, not even winning the House Cup or finding out he had a godfather.
He was a small and skinny boy. His hair was a mess of brown hair that wouldn't lie flat no matter what he did. His eyes were emerald green flecked with a mix of light and dark greens. Everyone said he resembled his father except for his eyes. He had his mother's eyes. His father had been considered very handsome but Harry certainly didn't feel handsome. Maybe it was because Dudley had taught him from a young age that he couldn't be loved.
Still, his eyes glittered as he read the letter again, maybe Draco will! The letter was short and simple.
Dear Harry Potter,
I'm flattered you think about me in that way. I know we haven't been on good terms in the past but I would like to change that. If it's to your leisure, come see me at 2 o'clock in the afternoon in the Owlery. I'd prefer this is private as I'm not sure whether you are being honest. If this is a prank, please burn this letter and screw off. I await your arrival 2 o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday in the Owlery. Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
Draco
It was almost too good to be true.
The rest of the day flew by as he waited for Friday to come. Even Snape being vicious in Potions couldn't get him down. Throughout the class he kept trying to get Draco's eye. The blonde was appeared to be determined to ignore him however. He probably didn't want his friends to know he was interested in the leper Harry Potter. That didn't get Harry down, he just smiled to himself as he cut up his Flamedrake Pods. Draco, Draco, Draco, not Malfoy.
He was on air, he was flying. As he held the knife he felt a strange tugging in his gut. He wanted something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He had noticed lately when he was in the same room as Draco he would get that feeling, the feeling of unidentifiable want. Whatever, what mattered was Draco. Not a day in his life had ever looked forward to Saturday more.
Friday was uneventful; he was too caught up in his daydreaming to do work. Would Draco invite him for a lunch of two in the Owlery? Would he kiss him softly and then with passion? He wanted to give everything to Draco, his first kiss, his first time, everything. For a year now he had been following Draco with his eyes, silently waiting, hoping, for the right moment. Finally he had mustered up the courage to send him a letter.
Just when he was settling down for the night he heard a blood curling scream. Ron jumped out of bed beside him. His blue eyes wide and fiery red hair tousled. Neville, pink and round faced with a shock of dark hair rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Dean, dark skinned and stocky, and Seamus, sandy haired and bright eyed, both got out of bed.
Harry tugged his blankets off and slid out of bed. Ron asked what was going on. He answered the truth, he didn't know. The boys all looked terrified. Harry lunged for the door and thundered down the tower staircase, his roommates in hot pursuit. When they arrived in the Common Room a crowd had gathered.
An ashen faced Collin Creevey was crying earnestly. Nobody seemed to be able to get a word out of him. Harry pushed to the front of the crowd and asked him what was going on. Collin's brown eyes swam with tears as he looked up through pale lashes. He was cute, like a baby angel, but not Harry's type. Collin blubbered about finding a body. The crowd stirred restlessly. Apparently it was found in the nearby male's washroom covered in dried blood.
Professor McGonagall burst into the Common Room at that point. Everyone began speaking at once and Collin started wailing again. Finally when the babble calmed down, Professor McGonagall asked Harry what on earth was going on. He repeated Collin's story. Her normally severe face paled and she clutched at her emerald green robes. She fled the room, heading to the boy's washroom with some students trailing behind.
Never in Hogwarts history had a student been found stabbed to death. Cursed to death, once, but never stabbed. Such a Muggle way of killing someone was unheard of. Harry was terrified; terrified his date with Draco would be canceled. However no handsome eagle-owl came to tell him otherwise. Everyone was in a rush of conversation Saturday morning. The body had been identified as Cedric Diggory.
Harry felt no emotion towards his death asides from blank shock. Cedric, handsome kind Cedric, dead? When he heard the news the food in his mouth turned to ash. He had no quarrel with Cedric, nobody did. Who would have killed him? Hermione burst into tears over her bacon when she found out and Ron stared into nothing, complete and utter terror on his face. Nobody knew what to say.
At breakfast Dumbledore got up and announced that teachers would be chaperoning students from classes. It was the Chamber of Secrets all over again. Only this time there was a killer and the terrifying part was they were probably acting of their own accord. None of the fifth years got any work done that afternoon.
Students had started moving in packs but Harry headed to the Owlery alone. The halls were quite empty. He wasn't scared, he'd faced Voldemort. He had his wand, a working mind, and a sense of unreality. The deaths didn't feel real so his fear was false. His mind had stopped worrying about what might happen to him. He was more worried about Draco being alone in the Owlery.
When he arrived he saw a figure at the end of the room. They were dressed in the typical Hogwarts black robes. When they turned around he let out a sigh of relief. They had neatly parted platinum blond hair and cold silvery eyes. Those eyes watched him with cold calculation. Harry's feet carried him forward until he was barely a foot away.
All of the pent up fear overwhelmed him and he collapsed into Draco. Warm arms held him upright in an embrace. At first Draco's body was tense and unfamiliar but then it softened. Harry was floating on light as he cried into his shoulder. He was scared and being around Draco let his emotions come out. Draco just whispered his name over and over, stroking his hair tenderly.
Once his tears dried up the words began tumbling out. He told him about how he'd become friends with Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament. How he had set Cho up with Cedric and Cedric had helped him muster the courage to send a letter to Draco. Cedric had become a big brother figure in the time he knew him. He told him about missing his mother and father, how he lived in fear of being killed like them. He told him about his nightmares and his fear that the darkness that Voldemort left over would consume him. He told him how he wasn't able to feel love because of what the Dursleys did to him. How his only real family were the Weasleys. Draco just held him, whispering that it would be okay. It was a beautiful lie dropped from beautiful lips.
When he had calmed down Draco kissed him. Those beautiful lips made fireworks explode inside of Harry. His heart was in his throat as he kissed back. All of his fear and worries melted away. In this moment he was happy. All too soon it was over. He wiped his face and smiled at Draco. Draco smiled back and told him he was sorry for ever being rude to him. He clearly hadn't known what he was missing out on. He called him Harry instead of Potter.
When Harry arrived back at the Gryffindor Common Room he was feeling wonderful and horrible at the same time. He had found a champion in Draco but Cedric's death made him unable to smile. He found Hermione crying quietly in an armchair in the corner. Her bushy brown hair was messier than usual and her face was pale. Ron was beside her, murmuring words of encouragement. Harry chased some second years out of an armchair and dragged it over.
He and his friends talked late into the night. They reminisced about Cedric, how brave he had been. How he was the true winner of the Triwizard Tournament. If he hadn't been knocked out by the spider he would have been the victor. He had stopped to save Harry and it cost him the game. Even if he wouldn't take the prize money after Harry escaped Voldemort, he was the victor. Even though Harry was avoided like the plague and called a liar, Cedric had believed him. To Cedric Diggory, a brave and kind soul!
Dinner was a morbidly quiet event. No laughter echoed across the Great Hall. Everyone was silent or whispering. Dumbledore had a toast to Cedric's memory. The twinkle in his electric blue eyes had gone out and his voice was heavy. Everyone had loved and admired Cedric, the loss was great. Everyone raised their goblets, even the Slytherins. Harry saw Draco's normally pale face was even paler. Even Crabbe and Goyle looked subdued.
The next week passed slowly. Herbology was a very tearful event. None of the Hufflepuffs spoke. Cedric's death kept them silent and more than a few times girls would burst into tears. Professor Sprout could be seen wiping her eyes during class. Nobody mentioned Cedric but it was obvious he was on everyone's mind. Harry's only reprieve was lunch which he spent with Draco. They spent the time sitting together on the grounds talking.
He learned about Draco's home life. Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had apparently been quite hard on him. He was expected to be perfect in everything he did. They talked and talked so Harry was late to his next class. He didn't care. Instead of thinking about Cedric, it was painful, he thought about Draco.
At night a new nightmare had replaced his old ones. It was him standing in the washroom covered in blood. He didn't know whose blood it was but it scared him. He would just stand there, staring blankly into the mirror until he realized it wasn't blood. It was paint. Then he would smile and laugh it off. How silly of him. He'd write words on the mirror 'I Love You'. Maybe Draco would see his message.
Once a month had passed security began to get lighter. No longer did the teachers chaperone the students. People still traveled in packs but nobody was bursting into tears. Some people had gained a hollow look. Cedric's closest friends just stopped laughing altogether. It was painful to look at.
What wasn't painful was kissing Draco. Harry flew into Draco's arms when they met in the boy's washroom. He didn't talk, he just fastened his mouth to him. They kissed like they were dying. It was an accurate comparison, Harry felt like he was dying. The only thing that felt right now was Draco. Ron had found out about them that morning. He had yelled at Harry and told him they would never be friends again. He lost another brother. It hurt like knives piercing his heart, but Draco was a bandage and painkiller. Draco was all he needed. He could drown in him. He wanted to erase everything with Draco's kissed until he was nothing at all.
A/N So tell me what you think. This fic won't be very long. It's just a short idea I've had for a while. Drop me a review if you see anything I should improve on. The lack of dialogue is on purpose. I'm experimenting with different styles. Does it have a good effect or should I change it? Thanks for your time!
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