A/n: hey, everyone! I'm back! Did you miss me?
Rain: no, no they did not.
sticks out tongue ANYWAYS...last time, I'm very sorry, but the computer was spazzing or something, because none of the thought slashes () or the change of POVs worked. I think everyone understood clearly enough, thought.
I hope they work this time!!
(If this works...)
= thoughts
---- = flashback
Back to Harry!!
Pure
Chapter four: Malfoy
Harry blinked slowly. The fuzzy world around him slowly came into view. He pulled himself up, groaning softly.
Gods, it hurt.
His entire body ached, screamed in pain. Although the 'attack' had taken place two days ago, he was still having trouble breathing. Pain bit at his ribs every time he exhaled.
He reached blindly for his glasses on the bedside table. As everything became clear, he looked around the room, surveying his surroundings. The two chairs that Hermione and Ron had been sitting on when he fell asleep where now empty and he suspected they were either getting some much needed rest, or eating breakfast in the Great Hall.
Breakfast sounded good. Damn, he wanted to get out of bed. But as he was preparing to swing himself over the side, a loud yawn came from the other side of him, and he turned quickly.
And met the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Draco, it seemed, had stayed the night. Though denying completely that he cared what happened to Harry, Draco was at his side just as often as Ron and Hermione.
Harry suspected he was just taking joy in tormenting him.
"I wouldn't be doing that, if I was you." Draco advised. "Pomfrey would flip."
He stretched openly, leaning back into his chair, and meeting Harry's eyes, as though daring him to defy him.
Harry took the challenge.
That was a mistake.
As soon as his feet hit the floor, Madame Pomfrey was in the room, screeching. Before Harry knew what was happening, he was tucked securely back into bed with cold porridge in his lap, and a scowl on his face.
Draco smirked gleefully. "Good job there, Potter." He grunted.
Harry scowled at him, and dragged himself out from under his quilt, his night shirt slipping loosely off his shoulder, revealing soft skin and...
"A snake, Potter?" Draco muttered, staring at Harry's tattoo.
Harry glanced down at his exposed shoulder, and then blushed slightly, as though he did not expect the tattoo to be there.
It was in fact, a snake. A green snake, to be exact. An emerald snake that wrapped itself in and out of a fiery-eyed skull.
Harry had gotten it over the summer, much to the horror of the Dursley's.
Grunting a reply, he pulled his nightshirt over the tattoo, and took up his spoon. As Harry began to shovel porridge into his mouth, Draco muttered something that sounded like "ironic."
Harry rolled his eyes, and continued shoveling the porridge into his mouth. Draco leaned forward, his silver eyes flashing.
Although Harry did not yet know it, Draco had something in store for him...a test of some sort.
Draco couldn't leave the boy who lived after hearing him mutter those words two days before. Now, finally, he would see just how forlorn the savoir was.
"So, Potter," Draco drawled, "how was your summer?"
Harry placed the spoon back in his bowl, looking over at Draco suspiciously. Since when did they make small talk? However, deciding against his instincts, he decided to play along.
"How do you think it was, Malfoy?" Harry asked back, subconsciously rubbing a bruise that Vernon had given him.
Malfoy smirked. "Oh, yes, Potter, I heard about that unfortunate," he said unfortunate like it was anything but that, "accident with Black."
Harry's blood ran cold. He should have known that Malfoy's father would have told him...but...oh, God....
"Tell me, Potter," Malfoy continued a malicious look in his eyes, "Did it hurt when he died? Did he look at you as he fell through the veil, did he ask you with his eyes...did he plead, 'help me, Harry?'"
Harry could feel the tears rise with the anger.
"Do you blame yourself, Potter?" Malfoy whispered, "Being the savior of the world and all? Do you blame yourself? You can save the whole bloody world, but not your godfather, hm?"
"Get out." Harry managed to choke out quietly.
Draco was about to meet with a cocky response...when Harry looked up.
And met his eyes.
Draco was prepared for there to be pain in them. Hell that was the point of this 'test.' To find out just how gone he was. He wanted there to be pain in them. He wanted Harry's eyes to be full of pain...to show him that he was wrong...that Harry was his same self, that nothing had changed.
What he was not prepared for was the dull look in his eyes. He was not ready for the lifeless tears that threatened to spill down Harry's cheeks. He was not ready to see the look in Harry's eyes. He was not prepared for Harry to be so...
Lost.
Perhaps it was the look in his eyes; the sadness in his voice that made Draco lower his voice to a whisper. Perhaps it was that that made his voice quieter, less hateful.
"Does it hurt, Harry?" He whispered.
Harry started at the use of his first name. Maybe it was that that made him answer. Maybe it was that that made him look into Draco's silver eyes, and tell him the truth.
"Yes." He whispered, the tears starting to fall from his emerald eyes.
"I know." Draco whispered...as though he did know. He met Harry's lifeless eyes. "I know it does. But you can't..." He broke off, broke the eye contact.
"You can't let that destroy you."
A/N: Whoa, the latest of Pure is crap.
Rain: Hell yes, it is.
Well, everyone, there you go. Sorry about the crappines...thanks to all that reviewed:
Dea Puella- lol! Thanks! Oh, the sexiness...lol. Oh yeah, I'm deep...I'm so deep...I never end! (Hyped up on sugar)
Francesca- lol, here you are! Hope you liked it!
DaughterofDeath- Thanks. Sounds stupid, but you saying that meant a lot to me.
Lady Slone of Snow Mt- Hope you enjoyed it!
Silver-sunn101- lol, oh I know! I got a review once saying my story, I'll Never Hate You, was crap because Harry and Draco would never get together...and I was like OMG! I don't CARE!! If you don't like it, WHY DID YOU READ IT?? Didn't you see the warnings?! Thanks, that was what I was most worried about...writing it the same as everyone else.
Crystalstorm21- There you go! Hope you liked it, more soon!
VBspikergirl9- Thanks!! You reviewed another story of mine! Lol! More REALLY soon, I'm sure! (If everyone wants me to continue, lol)
Hiei's fiancee- Thanks! I know I am addicted too!
SarkLover- Thanks! I never read slash either, but one fic and I was addicted, lol! Hope you keep reading!!
TheSilverLady- Thank you, and yes, it is!
Sarah- Oooh, I love bad Harry! I'm working on it! (Tattoo = first step!)
Bob- I'm...sorry? Is that a good erg or a bad erg? B/c I always write stories that aren't done...and then I continue...most people here do that...
Mistik-elf13- I know, HPDM is my favorite!!
Biannca- Lol, here's more! Hope it wasn't too crappy!
Crimson Skye- lol, oh shit...Exams start soooon!
Tina- Thank you so much!!
Picky- Omg, I loved your review! Thank you!!
Thanks to them! To them, and everyone else, Please review!!
((Sorry for the crappiness))
Rain: no, no they did not.
sticks out tongue ANYWAYS...last time, I'm very sorry, but the computer was spazzing or something, because none of the thought slashes () or the change of POVs worked. I think everyone understood clearly enough, thought.
I hope they work this time!!
(If this works...)
= thoughts
---- = flashback
Back to Harry!!
Pure
Chapter four: Malfoy
Harry blinked slowly. The fuzzy world around him slowly came into view. He pulled himself up, groaning softly.
Gods, it hurt.
His entire body ached, screamed in pain. Although the 'attack' had taken place two days ago, he was still having trouble breathing. Pain bit at his ribs every time he exhaled.
He reached blindly for his glasses on the bedside table. As everything became clear, he looked around the room, surveying his surroundings. The two chairs that Hermione and Ron had been sitting on when he fell asleep where now empty and he suspected they were either getting some much needed rest, or eating breakfast in the Great Hall.
Breakfast sounded good. Damn, he wanted to get out of bed. But as he was preparing to swing himself over the side, a loud yawn came from the other side of him, and he turned quickly.
And met the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Draco, it seemed, had stayed the night. Though denying completely that he cared what happened to Harry, Draco was at his side just as often as Ron and Hermione.
Harry suspected he was just taking joy in tormenting him.
"I wouldn't be doing that, if I was you." Draco advised. "Pomfrey would flip."
He stretched openly, leaning back into his chair, and meeting Harry's eyes, as though daring him to defy him.
Harry took the challenge.
That was a mistake.
As soon as his feet hit the floor, Madame Pomfrey was in the room, screeching. Before Harry knew what was happening, he was tucked securely back into bed with cold porridge in his lap, and a scowl on his face.
Draco smirked gleefully. "Good job there, Potter." He grunted.
Harry scowled at him, and dragged himself out from under his quilt, his night shirt slipping loosely off his shoulder, revealing soft skin and...
"A snake, Potter?" Draco muttered, staring at Harry's tattoo.
Harry glanced down at his exposed shoulder, and then blushed slightly, as though he did not expect the tattoo to be there.
It was in fact, a snake. A green snake, to be exact. An emerald snake that wrapped itself in and out of a fiery-eyed skull.
Harry had gotten it over the summer, much to the horror of the Dursley's.
Grunting a reply, he pulled his nightshirt over the tattoo, and took up his spoon. As Harry began to shovel porridge into his mouth, Draco muttered something that sounded like "ironic."
Harry rolled his eyes, and continued shoveling the porridge into his mouth. Draco leaned forward, his silver eyes flashing.
Although Harry did not yet know it, Draco had something in store for him...a test of some sort.
Draco couldn't leave the boy who lived after hearing him mutter those words two days before. Now, finally, he would see just how forlorn the savoir was.
"So, Potter," Draco drawled, "how was your summer?"
Harry placed the spoon back in his bowl, looking over at Draco suspiciously. Since when did they make small talk? However, deciding against his instincts, he decided to play along.
"How do you think it was, Malfoy?" Harry asked back, subconsciously rubbing a bruise that Vernon had given him.
Malfoy smirked. "Oh, yes, Potter, I heard about that unfortunate," he said unfortunate like it was anything but that, "accident with Black."
Harry's blood ran cold. He should have known that Malfoy's father would have told him...but...oh, God....
"Tell me, Potter," Malfoy continued a malicious look in his eyes, "Did it hurt when he died? Did he look at you as he fell through the veil, did he ask you with his eyes...did he plead, 'help me, Harry?'"
Harry could feel the tears rise with the anger.
"Do you blame yourself, Potter?" Malfoy whispered, "Being the savior of the world and all? Do you blame yourself? You can save the whole bloody world, but not your godfather, hm?"
"Get out." Harry managed to choke out quietly.
Draco was about to meet with a cocky response...when Harry looked up.
And met his eyes.
Draco was prepared for there to be pain in them. Hell that was the point of this 'test.' To find out just how gone he was. He wanted there to be pain in them. He wanted Harry's eyes to be full of pain...to show him that he was wrong...that Harry was his same self, that nothing had changed.
What he was not prepared for was the dull look in his eyes. He was not ready for the lifeless tears that threatened to spill down Harry's cheeks. He was not ready to see the look in Harry's eyes. He was not prepared for Harry to be so...
Lost.
Perhaps it was the look in his eyes; the sadness in his voice that made Draco lower his voice to a whisper. Perhaps it was that that made his voice quieter, less hateful.
"Does it hurt, Harry?" He whispered.
Harry started at the use of his first name. Maybe it was that that made him answer. Maybe it was that that made him look into Draco's silver eyes, and tell him the truth.
"Yes." He whispered, the tears starting to fall from his emerald eyes.
"I know." Draco whispered...as though he did know. He met Harry's lifeless eyes. "I know it does. But you can't..." He broke off, broke the eye contact.
"You can't let that destroy you."
A/N: Whoa, the latest of Pure is crap.
Rain: Hell yes, it is.
Well, everyone, there you go. Sorry about the crappines...thanks to all that reviewed:
Dea Puella- lol! Thanks! Oh, the sexiness...lol. Oh yeah, I'm deep...I'm so deep...I never end! (Hyped up on sugar)
Francesca- lol, here you are! Hope you liked it!
DaughterofDeath- Thanks. Sounds stupid, but you saying that meant a lot to me.
Lady Slone of Snow Mt- Hope you enjoyed it!
Silver-sunn101- lol, oh I know! I got a review once saying my story, I'll Never Hate You, was crap because Harry and Draco would never get together...and I was like OMG! I don't CARE!! If you don't like it, WHY DID YOU READ IT?? Didn't you see the warnings?! Thanks, that was what I was most worried about...writing it the same as everyone else.
Crystalstorm21- There you go! Hope you liked it, more soon!
VBspikergirl9- Thanks!! You reviewed another story of mine! Lol! More REALLY soon, I'm sure! (If everyone wants me to continue, lol)
Hiei's fiancee- Thanks! I know I am addicted too!
SarkLover- Thanks! I never read slash either, but one fic and I was addicted, lol! Hope you keep reading!!
TheSilverLady- Thank you, and yes, it is!
Sarah- Oooh, I love bad Harry! I'm working on it! (Tattoo = first step!)
Bob- I'm...sorry? Is that a good erg or a bad erg? B/c I always write stories that aren't done...and then I continue...most people here do that...
Mistik-elf13- I know, HPDM is my favorite!!
Biannca- Lol, here's more! Hope it wasn't too crappy!
Crimson Skye- lol, oh shit...Exams start soooon!
Tina- Thank you so much!!
Picky- Omg, I loved your review! Thank you!!
Thanks to them! To them, and everyone else, Please review!!
((Sorry for the crappiness))