AN: My first Drarry! It'll be a multi-chapter, and my main story for now. Please no flames, only criticism I can build off of. Because pissed off reviews just get pissed off replies. =) So, please enjoy this fic, and R and R!
Warnings: Slight fluff from H/D. Asshole Harry. Sensitive in some parts (SHOCKING!) Draco. Some mild language. Other then that, safe to read. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or any of its characters. All rights go to JK Rowling. This is for entertainment purposes only.
"Harry, come on, we're going to miss the train!" shouted Hermione Granger, the bushy haired Gryffindor girl who's been Harry Potter's friend since his first year at Hogwarts. She quickly got her trunk off the trolley, and was carrying it to the far end of the train, where the only open compartments were. "Come on!" she shouted at Harry.
"Hermione, just calm down. I'm coming." he said, looking slightly annoyed and sighed, motioning towards Ron Weasley, who had been behind him. Of course she wouldn't tell him to hurry up. Now that they're bloody dating. Harry thought, getting his own trunk off the trolley and hauling it to where Hermione had found a spot. He heard Ron following him, dragging his own truck along. Once Harry and Ron had reached the compartment, the trio put their stuff away, and sat down, talking rapidly.
"I heard they cancelled DADA, seeing as we really don't need it anymore." Hermione huffed. It might not have been her best subject, but she hated any class getting cut.
"Good! I really hated that class." sulked Ron, who was more interested in looking out the window then actually talking, which was strange for him. Hermione took notice, and placed a comforting hand on Ron's arm. He shook her off, giving her a look that could kill, and turned back to the window. She looked confused and hurt, and Harry gave a small shrug. "Probably just everything that's happened." he mouthed to Hermione, who nodded. She understood, and decided to give him some space. After the war, he'd been a little jumpy and not himself. It would probably be a few more weeks until he was his real self.
Just as they were settling into the compartment; Hermione had a school book and Ron was still staring out the window, Harry was also looking at one of his school books when he heard the compartment open. Hermione looked up from her own book, and Ron actually turned away from the window to see who was standing there. But, it took one look to see who was there. White-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and since he was already in his robes; a green and sliver tie around his pale neck. This was none other then Draco Malfoy.
Already being in a horrible mood, Ron spat out, "What do you want, Malfoy?" The look he was giving the Slytherin would've even brought the Dark Lord to surrender. "Come to torment us, just like every other year?"
"Yes, of course, Weasel. Exactly what I was doing! Here that, Granger, you're little lovesick puppy actually said something smart!" he retorted, rolling his eyes. "Can someone not come and talk to their peers?"
Ron wasn't taking any bullshit today. He already had his wand out, pointed at Draco. "Not one more word, Malfoy. Not. One." he said behind clenched teeth, lowering his wand due to the horrified look on Hermione's face.
"Ron!" she yelled. "No!" She pulled out her own wand. "I want to be the one to hex him to the moon."
Harry stepped in between the two. "Just calm down. I'm sure Malfoy has a perfectly good explanation on why he's here." He turned to face him. "You do have an explanation, right?"
"No, I am just spending my wonderful time visiting the Savior of the wizarding world and his Gryffindork friends." Malfoy replied, rolling his eyes again, the grey looking darker the usual. "Actually, Harry's the one I wanted to talk to."
Hermione looked appalled and Ron was sputtering in an angry rage. "You-You aren't talking to Harry! Not alone!" he almost shouted, his hands balled into fists by his sides. Hermione gave him a shocked look, and stepped in front of the redhead, preventing him from hexing and cursing Malfoy to the death.
Harry shook his head. "I am perfectly able to talk to an erm.. Schoolmate." he said, choosing his words wisely. Him and Malfoy certainly weren't friends, or really anything for that matter. Just enemies. Not that Harry would ever say that, but he knew too well it was true.
Draco, however, looked slightly hurt by this statement, but it was replaced by the 'no emotion' mask he always wore so fast that he himself wasn't even sure it was there. "Thank you, Potter. Nice to see you can make your own decisions, and your so called 'friends' don't make them for you."
"Not a problem, Dr-I mean, Malfoy." Harry said, feeling himself flush for almost using Malfoy's first name. He followed Draco out into the narrow hallway where all the compartment doors were.
"So, what was so important you had to drag me away from my friends?" Harry asked, crossing his arms and eyes narrowing in suspicion. He didn't exactly trust him, and Harry made sure he had his wand, which was in his sleeve, in hand reach.
Malfoy almost blushed. Harry could tell. His usually pale cheeks flushed with color of a spilt second, then went back to normal. What in the world is so important it's making Draco Malfoy, of all people, blush?Harry thought, ideas swirling through his head.
"Well, if you must know Potter.. I, erm." Malfoy went on, silently cursing himself for stuttering. It's just Harry, dammit! He thought. Just Harry.. The boy you're been attracted to since first year.. An amazingly sexy boy.. Gah, Draco, just do it!
"Harry, I kinda really like you." He said it so fast he wasn't even sure Harry caught it.
Harry laughed. He actually laughed. Doubled over and everything.
Draco glared at the raven haired boy. "I don't see what's so funny about me expressing my true feelings to you, Potter."
"It's just that... You and me? Together?" The laughter continued. Draco wasn't expecting this kinda of reaction. He thought maybe some silence, or a rant on how stupid it was, but not full blown laughter.
"And do you have a problem with me liking you? Am I not good enough for Gryffindor's Golden Boy? Hmm, is that it?" Draco snarled out, meaning every word he said. He felt tears stinging his eyes, but he used the small part of what was left of his dignity to not start crying in front of Harry.
"Malfoy, I don't know if you noticed, I'm straight. And I really like Ginny. So, just forget your little fantasy, because it's never going to happen." Harry replied, his emerald eyes going dark. Draco didn't like seeing this cross Harry's perfect features.
"You didn't have to put it like that, you know. I just used all of my dignity and pride to tell you how I actually felt about you, and you push me down, and then have the guts to tell me who you like? That's low, Harry, even for yourself." Draco didn't care that any second he was going to cry, he didn't care that he just sounded so weak in front of his school enemy, all he cared about was that Harry didn't like him back.
Guilt crossed Harry's face, and he looked down, messing with a stray string on the sleeve of his shirt. "Malfoy, I didn't mean-" He was then cut off by a tear filled voice, filled more with tears, filled with hurt, and did he sense embarrassment?
"Save it. I know exactly what you meant. You're really cruel, you know that, Potter?" Harry got one last look of the pale, tearstained face before it disappeared down the hall, and he stepped into a compartment about ten away from Harry, Ron, and Hermione's. Probably to save what very little pride he has left... Harry thought. He slightly bit his lip and walked back inside the compartment, giving a glance to his panic-stricken friends.
"What's wrong, mate? He didn't try anything, did he?" asked Ron, leaning towards to edge of his seat.
"I don't want to talk about it, Ron. I really don't want to talk about it." Harry replied, with a neutral tone to his voice. But, only one thing was running though his mind, 'Should I go check on Malfoy?'
"Well, if you're sure.. Just know 'Mione and I are here to talk to if you need to." Ron said, looking very worried, but then got into a discussion about this years' classes.
While their discussion was getting very heated, Harry decided to sneak out of the compartment. He needed to check on Malfoy; he couldn't stand the thought that he did that to him. Damn me and my guilty conscience.
He went walking down the hall, and stopped at the door he thought he'd seen the blonde haired boy go into. Just to make sure he didn't walk in on anyone, he pressed his ear to the door to listen. Sure enough, there were quiet sobs coming from the otherwise empty compartment. He suddenly felt his stomach drop. Dammit.
He walked into the compartment, and his eyes widened at what he saw. Draco Malfoy, who was supposed to be so cool and put together, was huddled into a ball on one seat, quietly sobbing. Harry walked over to the seat, which was the farthest from the door, and sat down next to the sob-shaken boy. "Ma-Malfoy? Are you alright?"
Draco looked at Harry and suddenly shot up, wiping his eyes furiously, blushing a furious scarlet. "Erm, um.. Potter, what does it matter to you? You already told me how you felt. Just shove off." he snapped, staring at the floor.
Harry was furious. All he had tried to do is help someone that he thought could need it, to provide comfort, and he just got treated like a piece of garbage. "Fine!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air. "I tried to help you! I tried to give maybe a little comfort, and this is how you treat me! Sometimes, Malfoy, you are a real ass!" He got up quickly, and he just got to the compartment door when he felt a small tug on his arm.
Pleading, tear filled, grey eyes looked up at him. "Please don't go." he barley whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear. "Please don't go."
Harry knew he was going to royally kick himself for this later, but he sat down next to the boy, and awkwardly put his arm around his shoulders. "I won't leave... I promise I won't. I just want an explanation." He explained more as he saw the puzzled face look up at him. "I want to know when exactly you started liking me."
Draco blushed through his tears. "When we first met.. In the robe shop. Obviously, I was much too young to know what love really was, but I knew you were a person that I wanted to be friends with."
"Well, maybe if you weren't such a bloody git, you would've earned my friendship a long time ago! Rather then insulting everyone and trying to make yourself look like you were the best. Because new flash; you weren't!" Harry couldn't help the words tumbling out of hi mouth. He had always wanted to say those words. Always, and now was his chance to.
Harry heard a sharp cry and felt a slight weight fall against his shoulder. The git's crying into my shoulder. He's actually crying into my shoulder. He couldn't push him away, so he just let him cry out, listening to the occasional muffled "I'm sorry.". He patted his back, told him it was all right, an then felt Draco shaking his head. Soon, the sobs became minor sniffles.
"Harry, I'm sorry.. If you're disgusted because, well, because I'm gay, then go right ahead. My parents already disowned me because of it, even though Mum seemed to be a little more calm about it."
Harry looked at Draco shocked. I think he just used my first name, instead of 'Potter'.. "Of course I wouldn't be disgusted. I'm not homophobic. I kinda understand your feelings, I mean, I honestly do. And I forgive you. Bygones are bygones. This can be a new year, a new beginning."
"Oh, Harry.." Draco said, burying his face in the Gryffindor's shirt again, not crying tears of sadness and distress, but of acceptance, forgiveness, and pure love.
"Draco, don't cry.. It's okay." said the raven haired boy, hugging Draco close to him. Why in the world am I doing this? I'm supposed to hate him! And now I'm comforting the git? No, Harry, stop! Well, he is actually kinda cute.. No, think about Ginny! Ron'll kill you if you don't marry his sister! And .. But, Draco just so.. Defenseless.. His parents disowned him for something so small..
Harry's thoughts were just so swirled with things that he didn't know what Draco was saying. He just nodded a little at some parts and kept the boy close to him. It was funny how their bodies fit perfectly together like matching puzzle pieces.
One thing Harry knew for certain was; his opinion has changed for Draco Malfoy.
AN2: So, what did you think? Too rushed? Draco too OOC? Please tell me! I'd like to see what I could improve for following chapters!
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Regan3