Silver and Cold Chapter 6: Under Pressure, a harry potter fanfic

Okay, I know, I know, I have some serious explaining to do. Here it goes. My computer, the one I'm borrowing, got a virus. Now it's not that bad, it still has it, but it's not affecting me too much. The real issue is that my mother has been randomly checking my computer, so, if she finds any of my yaoi I'm royally screwed. My only way to keep up my posting was to post and then email the information to myself. But now comcast has updated their site and my computer is too slow to get on to it. So, no more emailing yaoi. Now everything has cooled down, I'm going to try to update more often, but don't be surprised if I don't update for a month. I am busy!!! I am in a bunch of honors/college prep classes that require a lot of writing and I have a book of my own that is close to completion and even after I'm finished I have to type the damn thing. So I SHALL TRY!!!!! *has flash back of the little train that could*

By the way, this story could end after winter break and I would start a new one, or it coul continue as a much longer story plot into Hogwarts. What do y'all think?

ALRIGHT!!! *cracks knuckles* On with the possible limey goodness!!!

Caution: May contain lime, SHONEN-AI!!! Maybe Yaoi, depends on my mood....

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be able to buy a better damn computer.... maybe even my own Harry Potter plushie.... but I don't...*tear*

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Silver and Cold

A Harry Potter fan fiction

Chapter 5: Under Pressure

Harry awoke the next morning with a long yawn. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so little, except for when he hadn't slept at all. He had jumped into his cupboard and securely barricaded the door the moment Draco had left the previous night, and expected the worst punishment imaginable should he fall asleep and let his guard down. He also felt far too anxious to sleep, concerning Draco. Why had he said what he did? Why would he help Harry Potter? And most of all, why would the pretty blond tell him to not have anything to do with him when Harry had just started to like the teenage mystery? It simply confused him to no end. Was it something Harry had done, something he'd said? Why had Draco gone to such extreme lengths to keep him from getting hurt if he wasn't looking for anything in return?

Well, all Harry knew was that over analyzing things was not going to help him any. Draco had been concerned enough to help him for one night, or kill him depending on how his guardians were going to react, so Harry felt an obligation to find out what had or was happening to Draco. It was in his genes, after all.

Harry propped himself up on his elbow and listened for the familiar clatter of bowls or thud of shoes. None came. That was strange. Harry was sure it was about twelve in the afternoon. Not even the Dursleys slept in that much, not that silently.

He took his pile of pilfered books and magazines wedged against the cupboard door away and tried the handle. It wasn't locked, and despite the click, Harry didn't hear any movement outside of the little box-like room. What was going on? Was it a trap? Was Dursley just waiting on the other side of the door to pound him into the hard wood flooring? Harry took a deep, shaky breath, hearing his stomach grumble.

He gulped back his fears and pressed against the door with all of his weight, feeling his heart thud rapidly as it burst open, hitting the other side of the wall with a loud bang. Harry winced. Surely that would wake up the whole family, if not the whole neighborhood. His seconds were numbered and counting down. Harry stumbled up from his crouch, putting too much weight on his braced ankle and fell forward. He could have sworn he heard a foot step through his clattered fall. He choked away a gasp and bolted as carefully as he could toward the kitchen, it being the closest closed door that he thought he could hide behind. He quickly dove into the kitchen and slammed the door closed behind him he waited for the sound of trampling feet. But it never came, just empty space and the fast beat of his heart thudding in his ears. Harry straightened from his tightened defense position and slowly, silently, checked the time. He wasn't at all surprised to find the little digital pixels displaying a prominent 12:15 PM, as he had guessed earlier. Where were they?! Not that he was worried or anything but this was weird! Not a natural Dursley function. Weird was their cup of poison.

Harry searched the kitchen for Marge, wondering if she was still a great pigeon poop target. He half way wondered if last night had ever happened at all, but found no such gargoyle replica of any kind. But something did catch his eye, a single piece of paper rested on the otherwise spotless dining room table, a shaky skritting hand writing on its' surface. Harry lifted it to his eyes and read:

We have decided to take Marge and ourselves up to the mountains for the Christmas season.

Do not contact us, ever. Second bedroom upstairs is yours. Keep your devil bird inside now,

it's too weird to stay outside anymore. If you destroy the house, you will die.

-Vernon

Harry's mouth hung open so wide he worried a bird would choose to nest in it before he closed it again. He didn't know what to think. Was he...free? Was this real? Surely it was a trick, or maybe he was still dreaming. They couldn't have left. Harry re read the note to make sure he had deciphered Vernons hand correctly. It reaped the same result. Harry shut his mouth and gulped, still in too much shock to express his extreme joy.

He had Draco to thank, of all the people in the wizarding world. He could almost hug the ice cold blond, and enjoy it, too. But this fact, enjoying Dracos' presence, was still unexceptable. He still revered Malfoy, in a sense. The fact that he would have to, no, wanted to help the teen didn't change that. But it was strange, how Dracos' strangely different face plagued his thoughts, how his features seemed to be etched into the back of his eyelids, so that Harry couldn't escape from the fluttery feeling in his gut which he couldn't start to comprehend. How his heart started racing. Surely he wasn't falling in love. How could he be in love with Draco Malfoy. It didn't make any sense.

Harry shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind of the question. He knew he could argue with himself forever, but why waist his time when he already knew it's result? Draco was his rival, through an through, child of the death eaters, or ex-death eaters. Harry, Voldemorts worst enemy. Two exact opposites in every way, shape, and form. But Draco wasn't the same as he had been. So, maybe... No Harry couldn't deal in maybes.

Harry stretched his arms as far as they could reach, feeling, caressing the extent of his absolute freedom. He didn't have to deal with the Dursley's for an entire two weeks! He had an entire house completely to himself. The brief flash of an idea blinked into his mind, but disappeared as he remembered the second half of the short note.

He rushed up to is room as carefully as possible. He threw open the door and a smile pulled at his lips. It was old, dusty, and hadn't been lived in by any human in forever, but it was about ten times the size of his cupboard. It was small for a room but it did have a bed and some common, wooden furniture. Harrys' owl, Hedwig, perched idly on a dresser, looking back at him with golden, patient eyes.

Harry sized it up for a moment then shot back down stairs to move his few things up into the new room, feeling his smile turn into a full on grin as he did so. He didn't have to creep around as he usually did. No one was there to hurt him, or blame him for things he didn't do. The Dursleys' were gone.

Once Harry was done he cooked for himself, for once, and set down in front of the t.v., throwing his feet up on the perfect wooden living room table. He flipped through the channels and finally settled on the SciFi channel, some movie called "Dragon Heart" catching his eye. He had never in his life gotten to act so carelessly. He had never been able to so much as touch the sacred remote or sit back comfortably in the soft pillows of the sofa. He sighed as reality sunk in, and enjoyed his breath of fresh air.

That was how the day went for Harry, relaxed, and without a thought about the issues in his world or the chaos unfolding sightlessly and soundlessly around him. Without a care for Draco Malfoy or Voldemort. And best of all, without a punch landing in his stomach. Life was good... for a while.

Harry groaned as he noticed the pantry's were practically bare. No, he hadn't just eaten the pigs out of house and home, all he had eaten the other day was a couple bowls of nearly stale cereal and a microwave soup. No, the Dursley's had taken almost everything from the kitchen with them.

Harry knew what that meant, grocery shopping. Lot's and lot's of grocery shopping. And Harry didn't have a car.

Harry sighed, checking his ankle, it barely complained at his weight after the day of rest and slight healing Harry had finally gotten to use on it. Advil and magic were wonderful things. He could walk and carry quite a bit, and he would have to if he didn't want to starve.

Harry bundled up, counted out the money he had found in Vernons dresser (not wanting to have to trade in more gold pieces), and set out on his mission. The outside world in the daylight of December was a glowing white terran on which you could only tell which was cloudy sky and which was earth by the houses that lined Privet Drive. The snow had melted a little, leaving an icy finish over the softer packed in powder. Sickles hung from the shingles of every house, making even the darkest of the houses look some what festive.

Little kids laughter rung throughout the crystalline picture. Then the scrapping of something hitting shingles.

"Ooohhhh! Nooooeees!" A little girl, bouncing around in a pink coat and boots ran up to Harry, stopping short to teeter on her toes. A few others followed her slower. "Misfer! Misfer! Can uu get my fizzbee?" She asked, looking up at him through blonde bangs with sparkling, innocent blue eyes.

"Umm," Harry started, looking up at his guardians' roof top, at first, he saw nothing, " What exactly is a fizz...bee?" He felt stupid asking the little kids. He noticed they had all crowded around him, sputtering and puttering out words that he could barely interpret as english.

"A fizzbee!"

"It's round..."

"It's colorful and amazzing..g."

A little girl with brown hair covering one over her black eyes wearing a ratty old gray sweater tugged at his sleeve, calling his attention. She spoke in a slightly raspy voice. "It's really called a Frisbee, it's a toy, and it's the blue disk, " She pointed, " Up there."

Harry took another look and saw the little blue object all the way on the top edge of the roof.

"Can uu get it misfer?" The little blonde asked again, looking near tears.

"I'm sorry, Ali, I'll never through it like that again." The brunette said with teary eyes. "Please don't tell my mommy, she'd be real mad."

"Is okey, June." The blonde said. " Can uu misfer?"

Harry sized up the distance and answered in the positive, wanting to stop the little girl named Junes tears of dismay. He ran inside and up the stairs into his room, the only one he thought it to be alright to track snow into. He forced open the window and looked out. He was facing the street, the Frisbee was up on the triangles' edge of the roof and to the far right. He'd have a hell of a time getting it, but he couldn't help running through the little Junes' words. 'don't tell my mommy, she'll be really mad.' He couldn't help feel a slight pang of remembrance of how many time's he had been that terrified as a child.

He weaseled out of the window and onto the shingles closest to it, testing his weight on it. The stayed, the snow around them, though, loosening and falling to the ground. The kids jumped out of the way, letting out little squeals.

Harry ignored his racing heart and pushed forward, making his way carefully as a cat across the roof top. He Reached the top of the roof and balanced on the edge, holding his arms out like a tight rope walker. Sweat bloomed on his forehead and he forced away the image on either side of him, concentrating entirely on the task before him. He made baby step after baby step across the roof, finally reaching the little toy, bending down to pick it up. He got his fingers around it, finally. Then straightened with triumph.

"I got it!!!" He yelled to the heavens. He turned on his feet carefully to look down at the kids.

But they weren't the only ones there. A tall blonde stood beside them, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised, the other furrowed, over his icy blue eyes. His arms were crossed in front of his chest tightly, clothed in black from head to toe. He looked pissed but bemused at the same time.

"M-Malfoy?!" Harry felt all the blood rush into his cheeks. The surprise made him jump, tossing the little blue Frisbee onto the opposite side of the yard. The kids squealed in protest. Back to the jumping thing, Harry was standing on a slick roof top. When he came down, he was no longer standing. He felt himself slip and fall full force on his head and upper back, and began to slide down the roof quickly. His vision temporarily faded to black.

The kids screamed in horror as Harry absently felt himself tumbling off the edge of the roof, wind rushed through his raven hair. He couldn't move to grasp for a ledge, and waited in a state of near unconsciousness for the muffled sound of his body hitting the snow pillowed earth.

Instead, he felt warm, strong arms close around him, and black soft material shrouded his face. He had to wonder, was this what dying was like? Was dying without pain, the exact opposite of it? He felt his vision blur and a cooling, sticky substance trickle through his hair down his back. He looked up, out of the blackness, into narrowed blue eyes, bordered by blonde hair and a fuzzy, blotchy darkness which was Harrys' minds' own manifestation.

"Next time you do something that stupid, I'll let you fall." He said coldly.

Harry blinked a few times to acknowledge that he indeed had not died, then noticed that he was in Draco Malfoys' arms, bridal style. His face flushed and he hopped out of his grasp. After teetering on his toes for a moment, he began to descend toward the gravity controlled earth, and again was caught by black clad arms.

The kids giggled and ran around back to get their toy.

Harry looked back up at Draco Malfoys' face, eyes confused and sparkling with painful tears. " I thought you said you'd let me fall."

After speculating for a moment, Draco answered, "So I lied."

Harry blushed a light pink. Draco had to hold back a smirking smile. He ha managed to embarrass the black haired teen. He absently took notice to the cute sparkle of his light green eyes, and the pretty, full lips that rested perfectly spaced between a straight button-ish nose and a slightly feminine chin, probably from his mother. He was thin, making him rest light and small in Dracos' thin but surprisingly, unnaturally strong arms. But he almost looked right small, it made him more cute, more... appealing. Draco fought back the thought. He wouldn't get involved in anything. He would become a monster, soon. And soon after he would confront Voldemort and kill off as many as he could. If he didn't die then, he wouldn't live long afterwards, he'd make certain. He wouldn't put such shame to his already tainted name.

Harry smiled a small smile, but then winced, putting a hand to the back of his head. He pulled it back, blood coloring his pale finger tips. "Ummm.. I uh.."

"Put it away!" Draco used one hand to sheild his nose. He gasped a bit, surprised by the sudden instincts that clouded his head. "Put it away now!"

"What?" Harry asked. His eyes were starting to cloud again, and Dracos' arms were shaking around him, not helping at all. "Draco.... I'm tired." His voice was far away. He let out a small, airy grunt of pain. His blood covered hand dropped to the snow, already a bit red with droplets of blood. His eyes closed.

"Potter?" Draco shook him lightly. The raven haired boy didn't stir. "Harry! Harry, Get up, now!"

"Dra...co. Stop it." Harry said, but it was obvious he wasn't completely there, he cudled into Dracos' chest.

"Mom, MOM!" Draco slammed the door behind him with his foot, seeing as his hands were full. He shot through the big hall to the stairs, leaning against the railing so he could again try to wake the boy up. "I need you NOW!!!!"

The blonde woman walked in, saw the scene, and recoiled. "Draco, Draco what are you doing? What are you doing holding him?!"

"Narcissa, this is the WRONG time to be a coward! I nee your help now!!!" Draco screamed at his mother, seeing the confused woman wince away from his harsh words. "He's not waking up! Get me a damp cloth, and some healing and awakening potions or herbs or something. He has a concussion, I think."

"I ca-" She began, but decided against the argument, and rushed off to get what her son had asked for.

Draco turned his attention back to Harry, who, despite the blood dripping from his head, still held Dracos' shirt in a tight grip. Draco managed to kick open a door and lay Harry on a guest bed, one of many. Draco paid no mind to the blood soaking into the pillow. He propped Harry up in a close to sitting position, so that the blood wouldn't rush to his brain and so that they could get a better look at the wound. from what Draco could see, he had busted it up pretty bad.

Narcissa came timidly in a few seconds later, she swept over beside Draco and started working on the boys injury. "Why are you helping him?" She asked.

Draco resisted blowing up in her face while she was fixing up his crush.....um... no, his rival, but then realized something he hadn't before. "It's....my fault."

Narcissa let a grim smile cross her face. A few days ago, her son would have considered that fact an accomplishment. She liked the new Draco, but this... relationship with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was dangerous and unnatural. She didn't know what had happened, but she didn't want Draco to be depressed. "I'm sure it wasn't, Draco."

"Damn it!" Draco hit the bed side table, causing some of the wood to splinter and stick into his hard fist. He brushed them away. "This is what I'm doing to people before my moon, what type of demon will I be after?!"

Narcissa turned full on her son, grabbing his shoulder before he could stalk off. "Draco, you are not a demon, and you never will be. You are Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, and despite all of our wrongs you are a good boy. I believe in you with all my heart. I believe you'll do the right thing." She forced Dracos' eyes to meet hers', they were wavering and blossoming with never to be shed tears. She added, "And that does not involve any type of suicide act."

"Mom..." Draco broke away from her. "I'm a man. I'll do what I want, and what I believe is right." He noticed he wasn't needed and started toward the door. Before he let it close behind him, he whispered, "I love you, mom. Thank you."

Two hours passed, during all of which Draco alternated between pacing back and forth in front of the door and sitting against the wall with his fingers laced in front of his mouth. He couldn't fight back the feeling of utter guilt. He had been the one to cause Harry to fall in the first place, if he hadn't been their the teen could have probably managed to get back into the open window safe and sound. But Draco just had to get concerned and run over to make sure the boy didn't kill himself. When in fact his attempts had back fired drastically.

"Draco, he's awake, if you want to go in now." Narcissas' voice said, leaving a ringing in his ears from the silence which he had been in before hand. She held the door open for him, stepping to the side.

Draco nodded once and began to walk past, only to turn to his mother once more. "Narcissa, I know how hard this must be for you. Thank you for-"

"I never disliked Potter." Narcissa admitted, shrugging. "He's just...," She stopped short, apparently re-assessing her judgment, "A dangerous acquaintance."

Draco gifted her a small smile and walked through the door, listening to the faint click as it shut. Draco continued forward, numbly, until he reached the side of the bed, mysteriously but not so mysteriously having been dressed in a new set of white sheets. He looked down at Harry.

Harry opened dark green eyes to see the blonde, his face slightly contorted in an emotion similar to pain. Once he saw that Harry was okay, though, this lessened. Harry felt light headed but he would survive, and he felt an odd itching from the white bandage wrapped around his head. He noticed the mood was densely morbid, and decided to try to lighten it.

"Yeah, some boy who lived I am, can't even walk on a roof top without busting open my head." Harry said with a light, slightly raspy laugh.

Draco suffered the twitch of a smirk. "If you do recall, it was not the roof that made you fall, but me."

Harry blushed in remembrance, and gave Draco a sympathetic look. "I guess seeing you just stole my breath away."

Dracos' look of extreme depression turned into shock. What had Potter just said? He knew the boy had been sizing him up a bit in the past few days but now he was using a come on line? And after Draco had just caused him to crack his skull? Strange thing, Potter. But Draco had to admit, it was hard to resist those sparkling, hopeful eyes, that adorable, caring smile.

Not hard, impossible.

Draco leaned forward, so that his face was only about an inch away from Harry's, stopping short to look into the boy's eyes. Was this okay? Was he getting it all wrong? Would he be able to do as he planned if he decided to let himself go at this moment, and did that even matter?

"Yeah, same here, Harry Potter."

Draco closed the space between them, pressing his lips against Harrys' in a soft, but totally dominating kiss. He could feel Harrys' cheeks warm close to his.

Harry was beyond surprise, his mind was reeling. He was...kissing....Draco Malfoy. Slitherin and nearly death eater Draco Malfoy. But.... just as his latest thoughts had assured him, he enjoyed it. No, he didn't just enjoy it, he needed it. He felt like he had just taken the first dose of an addictive drug. He kissed back.

Draco pulled back, but remained a few inches away from Harry, holding his emrald gaze with Dracos' own sapphire.

Neither boys noticed as the door was pulled shut silently, and the Blonde woman who had done it walked up the stairs, in too much shock to comprehend what had happened in the guest room.

YAY!!!!!! Limey goodness! Shalt their be lemon lime soda for all? Only time shall tell!

Anyway, I want to say thanks to all my reviewers and I will try to update soon, but if it doesn't show up within another month, I'm sorry and you all have the official rights to shoot me. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Wish me luck with my old cruddy computer on which I can't get email or itunes or some other websites!!! Woopey!!!

Chapter 6: A Night on the Town

A simple and mundane grocery store visit.... Or is it? Next Chappy!!!!

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