Until There Was You.

By: FantasyAngel

FantasyAngel2002@hotmail.com

Rating: PG13, (For now, evil grin…*wink*)

Pairing: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy… duh! Besides, they are the cutest couple out there! Right?

Summery: Draco is has no true friends; he doesn't have no one to go to when he gets hurt. Until one fateful night when someone unexpected comes to him. Will it lead into a brilliant friendship or maybe something even more…

A/N: I do NOT Harry Potter or any other characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling and her astonishing imagination.

*Chapter One: There For You, Your Not For Me*

Harry's POV

If anyone had told me that going for a walk in the middle of the night would have lead to this I wouldn't have believed them. Suddenly out of the blue who seems like the toughest guy in the school is crying…on me. I felt many emotions at the time, confused- why was he crying?, angry-who did this to him?, happy-the hottest guy in the whole school was in my arms. Don't get me wrong, it isn't like I wanted this to happen. He looked go lonely, and defenseless, like all he really needed was a friend. Something I wanted to give him, but I couldn't. What would Hermione say? What about Ron? I couldn't just go and be all friendly to my worst enemy over night. Could I?

I looked down at him. Crystal tears running out of his silver eyes. I wanted to wipe them away. So I did. He skin was damp, warm, and soft. He looked so heavenly. His platinum blond hair was a mess, not slicked back in its usual manner, it was just a mess. A single piece hung in front of his eye.

"H-harry?" his voice was a low whisper, he sounded like a frightened child. He looked up at me, eyes still full of tears, still shaken. I just realized he called me by my first name, not Potter, not The Boy Who Lived, just Harry.

"Shh it's okay Draco," naturally I called him back by his first name as well, "everything will be okay, I'm here. You can tell me what is wrong if you'd like or if you'd rather not, that is fine as well, I'll understand either way."

"D-do you promise not to a single soul, if I where to tell you?" He was going to talk to me. For the first time in six years, Draco Malfoy was going to talk to me like a civilized human being, no yelling, no punching or hitting, just talking.

"Yes of course Draco, your secrets are safe with me, you have my word, no one will get it out of me even if they take away my Firebolt and beat me upside the head with it. That's a promise." Maybe I could be friends with Draco, maybe he wasn't so bad.

"Well if you promise. The last few weeks have seemed like an early version of hell to me. Over spring break my father and I fought so much. He told me to join the death eaters, I refused, he took me to my room, and first he slapped me, hard. Then he threw me against the wall, started to hit me harder, and more. Blood was poring out of my noise, I had bruises everywhere. When I thought the worst was done, he threw me on my bed and ripped my clothing off. "I have tried everything to get you to listen, nothing works, it's time to start something new" that's what he said right before he rapped me…"

"Oh my gosh Draco, we have to tell someone, what if he does it again? We can't just let him get away with this. How long has this been going on Draco?"

"The hitting, years, but t-the sex, only a few weeks. I can't get clean, I wash and wash, but the feeling just won't go away. Harry you promised not to tell anyone please you can't. please?"

"Draco, I don't know what to say, I won't tell if you're sure you don't want me to, but if we don't, who knows when it will all end, I don't want to see you hurt. I'm glad you talked to me though."

"There's more Harry, Crabbe and Goyle found out something was different about me. They told me if I couldn't trust them then we where never friends to begin with. Pansy said the same thing. I thought she loved me."

"Did you love her Draco?" I couldn't believe how much hate I saw in his eyes. They where almost glowing. But more than that, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with him.

"No, she's not my type. I never really did care much about her, but she was there for me, someone I could talk to, confide in, a friend, something Crabbe and Goyle could never really offer, but having them around was better than being all alone." Another tear fell from his face. I noticed he was still laying in my arms, with his head on my shoulder. I don't know why but all of a sudden I felt like I was connected to him, like he was my friend, a good friend, like I wanted him even. Sure I felt this way before about Cho Chang, but never this strong. I could tell he felt the same, it was in his eyes.

I don't know what came over me then but I felt like I had to touch him, to hold him and to kiss him. I looked at him, he was looking at me. I leaned forward, are eyes where connected. Silver and emerald. His lips looked soft, wet and kissable. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I wanted to taste him, I had to.

"Damn you Harry, don't be such a tease, if you are going to kiss me, just do it" so I did. At first it was slow, are lips hardly touching, then they slightly opened to deepen the kiss, I licked at his lips, they tasted like salt, from his tears. Are tongues touched, exploring each other mouths, the kiss grew faster, more passionate, filled with more desire. He put his arms around my waist, slowly massaging my sides, if he only knew how mad that got me. I put my arms around his next and slowly slide them down, all along his chest and began to take off his leather jacket and slowly unbutton his shirt. He was now licking at my jaw line, but I could feel him going even lower. Gods how I wanted this, so badly. He was sucking my neck, nibbling occasionally, I threw my head back. I finally had his shirt removed, his abs where toned and you could tell he was a seeker, they felt magnificent.

"I can't do this Harry, I-I just can't" With that he got up and left. I didn't know what I had done wrong, one minute I had been holding the man of my dreams in my arms the next he was up and running. I am so confused…what happened here tonight? Why did I want to run after him.

Love, nah it couldn't be. But if it wasn't, why did it hurt so much, and why was I crying?

*End Chapter One: There For You Your Not For Me*

FantasyAngel: Yeah it is short I know, I am working on that though…So what did ya think? Poor Draco, wonder what is wrong with him?

Draco: If you want to know then I guess you'll have to review, and you wouldn't want FantasyAngel to think you don't love her do you? So hey please review!!

FantasyAngel: Yeah Please, This is my first fic ever so be a sweetie, remember me wuv you! Hey if ya review I will post Chapter two as soon as I can type it out! It is 4:37 PM. See ya!