A/N So This is chapter two, still no comments but that's okay, we'll get there =) anyway a few notes:
I don't own the rights to anything, by anything I mean everything, characters, places, ideas, (most) spells and basically anything else you can think of.
This is a slash story, is you do not like, don't read! Also there is a lot of PG-13 material in this FF(swearing, suggestive themes, self-injury, smoking, more swearing, etc)…so if you don't like don't read, after all this is rated T
Also thanks so much to my amazing beta, secretlyinslytherin =D Thanks so much for fixing my dot-happiness!
Chapter Two: In which there are tears shed, kisses shared, butterbeer is being drunk and
Ron almost kills Harry trying to wake him up.
Harry's PoV
"Harry, Harry, Haarrryyy!" blinking I see the face of my best mate, Ron. He is sitting on my chest.
"Ron, get off me! I can't breathe!" I gasp. Ron is my best mate and all but sometimes he can be a bit thick.
"Oh right! Sorry, I was just trying to get you to wake up." he pushes off my chest, using my face.
"Uh-owww!" I roll my eyes. From the light shining around the room I think it's about ten or ten thirty.
"Sorry again," he apologizes. "I just wanted to let you know that Hermione and I are going to the library to cram for the potions test on Tuesday."
"Okay, thanks for letting me know." Pulling myself out of bed I say. My robes from yesterday are still on the floor; I pick them up and set them on my unmade bed. Ron crosses the room and exits, leaving me alone.
Bah, I need to find some clothes to wear, it's almost time for me to go down to the main entrance and meet Malfoy.
I pull open my trunk and start digging through the piles of muggle clothes. I choose a black, tight-fit tee and a pair of jeans. As I'm walking out of the room I grab my sweatshirt and pull it on.
"Houras," I check the time, 10:40.
Shit! I am going to be late.
I race down the steps to the common room and out of the portrait hole. When I finally arrive at the front doors I'm gasping for air. The clock rings eleven o'clock and Malfoy steps out from the shadows.
How long has he been there?
"Hey," he says looking at his feet.
"Hey," We stand there for a minute, me staring at him staring at his feet.
This is awkward…. Maybe I shouldn't have invited him.
"Uh-I guess we better go?" he asks, looking up at me.
"Oh, yeah." I laugh nervously and that seems to lighten the mood.
As we walk out of the castle together and head down to Hogsmead I can feel the stares radiating from the other people on the path. Whispers reach my ears.
"Is that Potter? With Malfoy?"
"Yeah, ."
"Why? I thought they hated each other?"
"Maybe it's some sort of truce or something."
I turn to Malfoy and look at him. He's clenching his fists and looks pissed.
"Fancy a drink?" I ask, trying to distract him from the other people.
"What?"
"Do you want to go down to the Three Broomsticks and get a drink?"
"Oh, yeah, but can we go to the Hog's Head instead?"
"Sure."
We walk in silence down the path to the Hog's Head. We walk into the practically empty bar, order two butterbeers and sit at a booth in the back of the room. The pregnant silence is broken by clanking of bottles hitting the table. I zone out, staring at a blemish in the wood above his head.
"Harry?" his voice pulls me out of my trance.
"Hm?"
"Can I tell you something, something that I've only told two other people?"
This world has gone mad and it's all my fault. What have I done? What would have happened to Malfoy if I had left him there, in the bathroom? Would we be here now? Would he be asking to tell me something? Probably not. Most likely I'd be in the Library with Ron and Hermione studying for Potions. He'd probably be with Pansy, snogging in a broom closet, but instead we are here, in the Hog's Head, and Draco is asking to tell me something that practically no one else knows.
"Yeah, sure. What do you want to tell me?"
"How can I explain it…? Hmm…have you heard the rumors going around about me?"
"Yeah, kind of, there are a lot so which ones are you talking about?"
"The ones about me being a Deatheater.," he shudders at that last word.
Why would he shudder at Deatheater? I thought he wanted to be one.
"Oh, yeah, those. What about them?"
"Do you believe them?"
"I dunno."
"Well, you should. I'm not good anymore, I don't even know if I ever was good. You have to believe me, I didn't ask for this. I don't want it, at one point I guess I did, but now that I have it, I don't want it. I would do anything to get rid of this…this, blotch that takes up room on my arm."
I look up from my almost empty bottle to see that his blue-grey eyes are spilling over with tears.
What the hell? This is a dream right? Draco Malfoy doesn't cry, at least not in front of me.
"Oh. Listen, Malfoy, I appreciate that you trust me and everything…but shouldn't you tell one of your Slytherin friends? Or someone who is more, um, like you? They would be more understanding. Don't you think?"
"Ha, more understanding my ass, when I told Pansy and Blaise they gave me a nice 'oh I'm so sorry is there anything we can do to help?' and then left me alone. I thought you of all people would understand get branded with something you didn't ask for, something you never wanted. You know, being Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, or The Chosen One or whatever pet name they have for you now." some of the bitterness and spite was back in his voice but tears were still falling down his face.
I feel really bad for him. I really do, but I've never been good with showing my emotions with words. I slide out of my seat and into his. I don't know whyI do this. I put my arm around his shoulders. He stiffens for a moment and then slumps onto my chest. My heart beats faster as I wrap my arms around him in a loose embrace. I have no control over my actions, ; everything I'm doing isn't by choice. I'm just doing it.
Either he's gone crazy; I've gone crazy, or the worlds gone mad. Have we both gone insane? Why is this happening? This isn't right,; I shouldn't be feeling this for him. This is just some sort of crisis right? I'm imagining things.
Thoughts race across my mind as fast as my heartbeat. Several minutes pass with just the heavy breathing of Malfoy as the soundtrack.
"Harry?"
Wait what? Since when am I Harry and not Potter? Not that I mind being Harry….
"Yes, Draco?"
"Sorry, ."
"For what? You haven't done anything, have you?"
"I dumped all this on you and for all I know you still hate me."
"Hate you? I've never hated you." he scoffs at that. "What's so funny?"
"You. Don't. Hate me?" he laughs like that is the funniest thing ever.
"Nope, not even for a minute. How is that so hard to believe?"
"Well I always thought you did cause of the way you were such a prat to me."
"I never said I liked you, did I?"
"Erm, no." he bites his lip.
This is a side of him I've never seen ,it's almost…cute, especially when he bites his lip like that. What? Who said that?
"Exactly, I didn't like you but I never hated you. Got it?"
"Uh-yeah." The tears have stopped falling but he is still tangled up in me. I feel my face heat up at this realization.
"Have I made you nervous, Potter?" he asks, I would like to think he is flirting.
"Uh-no of course not."
"If you say so…." he teases.
I try to focus on something besides his heart beating against my chest and the way his head is rested in the crook of my neck. I've never been this close to him before. At this distance I see every blemish and freckle. Then I notice them, the bruises. Some are darker and some are lighter, but all of them are in a shape of a fist. Most of them are scattered around his left eye and cheek. Before I realize what I'm doing I start to trace the outline of the bruises on his cheek.
If what he says about being a Death Eater is true, then could this be Voldemort's work? I wouldn't be surprised. But what did Malfoy do to deserve such a beating?
"What are you doing?" he asks
"Oh, sorry, I couldn't help it…I just saw the bruises and I-" I'm cut off unexpectedly by a mouth pressed on mine.
His lips move harshly, like he's trying to find something. My eyes are wide open with surprise.
"Hmm…" I try to say something but it comes out more like a groan.
Malfoy takes it as a groan of passion and he kisses me fiercely…eventually I give up and kiss back. Every reasonable part of my brain screams in protest yet the unreasonable part shuts out all sense of reason. The kiss only lasts a few seconds but it seems like hours. I pull away first and look into his eyes.
"Did we just…?"
"Only if you think we did,"
"No, we couldn't have…" I shake my head, trying to get rid of those last lingering feelings.
"Then what was that?"
"I don't know. Can we call it a truce?" I suggest.
"Truce it is, but before we go back can I try something?"
"Sure."
Before I know what happening his lips are back on mine, this time the kiss is sweet and gentle. The passion builds up between us, but still the kiss is tender. Right before Draco pulls away he runs his tongue along my lips; I open my mouth, letting him in. But he just pulls away and gives me a flirtatious grin.
"Do you want that to be part of the truce too?" I ask, longing for more, but I know not to push my luck, especially with someone like Malfoy.
"Of course, let's keep this truce our little secret, okay?" he winks and walks out of the pub.
So, what do you think? Have I done the start of the Drarry couple justice?
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