No Damaging What Belongs To Me
Rune Alchemist Kaori
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner. I don't own any of it.
A/N: Yes! I have written a second drabble, that sort of goes along with the first. (Written during Geometry! Yay for not paying attention! xD )
Harry had been acting strangely. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was a cause of concern for Hermione Granger. Every time Harry disappeared she grew worried. Ron and she had been expecting for a while that their friend had been hurting himself, and now he kept disappearing for long periods of time. Sometimes he didn't sneak into the Gryffindor Common Room until early the next morning.
"Hey, I'm going for a walk," Harry said as he headed to the exit of their common room.
"I'll come too," Hermione said cheerfully.
"Uh.. Nah, I'll only be a little while and.. I need some time to think y'know?" Harry said as he left. Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance.
"Accio Invisibility Cloak!" She whispered, grabbing it as the cloak came to her. She threw it on and chased after her friend. She knew she was taking this to a bit of an extreme, but she couldn't take it any more. She was so worried that one of these days she'd wake up, walk down to Great Hall only to find Harry lying in a pool of his own blood!
It was late, but Harry walked outside, down to the lake, looking for something, or someone apparently. He walked over to the old tree that was next to the lake when out of the shadows stepped none other than the Slytherin Prince: Draco Malfoy. Hermione covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. She wanted nothing more than to throw a particularly painful hex at the wicked blond, but she stopped her hand when she saw what Harry did.
Harry Potter had stood there for several minutes, just looking at the blond boy in front of him before he leaned forward into a waiting embrace, practically melting into the older boy's arms. He let a shaky sigh of relief.
"You're late," The Slytherin whispered in Harry's ear.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered back, clinging to Draco, who smiled one of his rare, genuine smiles that he saved specifically for Harry. Together they sat down by the lake, Harry still in Draco's arms, nestled perfectly against him. Smooth, slender fingers gently combed through messy black hair.
Hermione stood there in stunned silence. This was who Harry kept sneaking off with?! This was who was making him so happy. She felt two pairs of eyes on her, though the Invisibility Cloak was still around her.
"Hey Granger!" Draco yelled, and Hermione froze, "I can see your bloody feet! Are you here trying to steal what's mine?"
Harry blushed as Draco's arms wrapped more tightly around him. The cloak fell off of Hermione and he could see her getting flustered as she ran away.
"Draco..." Harry said shyly.
"I didn't want her here when I made sure you having been slicing your wrists again. Let me see them Harry," The blond said sternly, letting go of him. Harry hesitated then held out his hands, allowing Draco to roll up the sleeves. Draco frowned. A fresh red line was across his lover's left wrist.
"Harry..." the Slytherin said sternly but paused when he saw the tearful look he was getting from his lover. Arms gently circled around the Gryffindor.
"Shh... Shh.. Don't cry. I'm not mad," Draco whispered, "I said that I was going to help you with this, well I am. Give me the knife Harry. I know you have it with you."
A whimper came from the dark-haired boy. Slowly he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small flat razor blade. The Slytherin Prince held out his hand, waiting. He looked at the trembling boy whom he had grown to care for with gentle grey eyes. Shakily, and hesitantly Harry's hand tipped the tiny blade into his blond lover's hand. Draco threw it into the lake before wrapping his arms back around the sniffling, shaking boy.
"It's ok Harry," he whispered, "You're going to be ok."
"But..."
"No, I can't have my possession becoming damaged," Draco said sternly as he kissed Harry's cheek, "And that includes you."
