Hey to all who are rereading this or are stumbling upon this for the first time. This story is currently in the middle of a revamp, so later chapters will be fixed as I go along. I hope you enjoy the new versions that will better suit the new content to come afterwards. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Ioco and Archer are mine.
"Please 'Mione? I'll never get it done." Ron begged his girlfriend. She shook her head, smiling, and letting him suffer.
"If you paid attention, you would know what to do." Harry piped up, laying across the couch, much like a cat. Harry was in the Gryffindor common room, working on homework with Ron and Hermione. He closed his eyes, listening to the couple bicker. The end of his tail twitching lazily as the warm atmosphere of the common rooms lulled him into a drowsy, but content state.
Harry soon felt someone scratch him behind the ears. He began to purr, not caring.
"Harry, you mind if I read over your essay?" Hermione asked, still petting him.
"I don't care." Harry purred, stretching out his back. He could hear Ron laughing at him.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry's ears perked up, and he opened his eyes. Ron was smiling and also holding a ball of yarn. "Get the yarn, Harry!" Ron teased, rolling the yarn on the floor. Harry eyed it, and pounced on the round object. He batted it with his hands for a little bit, then quickly sat up.
"Not cool, Ron!" Harry shouted, getting up and sitting in a nearby chair. Ron just laughed at his expression. Harry looked at Hermione to scold her immature boyfriend.
"Sorry Harry, but that was too cute!" Hermione squealed like a fan girl. Harry rolled his eyes. He looked at the grandfather clock.
"Damnit! Sorry guys, I gotta go!" Harry apologized, gathering up his stuff. He gave his friends hugs and then darted out of the door.
Harry dodged through the corridors, avoiding late students. He was about at his door, when a hand caught his arm.
"Harry." A dark voice purred, sending chills up Harry's spine. He turned to see Ioco step out of the shadows.
"Evening, Mr. Solomon." Harry greeted politely, through clenched teeth.
"Now Harry, aren't we friends?" Ioco teased, pretending to look hurt. Harry shook his head, wrenching his arm away from him. He could feel his skin crawling from where the other man had touched him.
"Oh, feisty, are we? Where have you been all my life?" Ioco purred again, making Harry want to retch.
"Hiding from you!" Harry retorted, before darting to his room. He could hear Ioco's laugh.
"Damn creeper." Harry muttered, giving the password to his portrait. "True love has no ending." Harry stated, the knight in the portrait bowed, and let him in.
"Please, let this hell end soon." Harry grumbled.
Draco POV
Draco was wandering trough the halls, enjoying the silence. He found a secluded alcove by a window. He stepped into the shadows and almost tripped over something. Draco growled, as he picked up a black journal.
"Harrys' black journal!" Draco whispered in surprised. Now, he could finally see what was so special about it. He opened it, flipping to a random page.
6/11
'Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willin' to
Wait for it..'
Draco wondered why Harry wrote such depressing, but beautiful poems. He looked down the page to see a doodle of a dragon blowing fire. Under it was written:
"A dragon is no slave"
'Harry must be feeling the pressure. I don't doubt he's been feeling like his life is out of control.' Draco thought, flipping through the journal some more. He soon came across a journal entry. It was from a few days ago.
"Why can't I catch a fucking break? What ancestor did I piss off to be punished like this continuously? First, I have to protect the wizarding world from a man bent on killing me since I was born. Now, I have three men panting after me as if I'm some prize. Fuck, I haven't even been able to at least speak to Malfoy and try to bury the hatchet of our past. Like, I get it, we were stubborn ass children. I just want a chance to fix that. Because he's looking like my top choice. Archers sweet, but I can't fuck a professor, I have morals. And Ioco? He can eat my entire ass. Wait, no, he'd like that...
Draco shut the journal could continue to read it, but he felt like he had invaded enough of the other teens privacy. Who was he to read Harrys' personal thoughts, especially when he was constantly in the spotlight. And the he became angry at himself. What kind of Dominant was he to invade the privacy of the Submissive he wished to woo? Harry was his own person, and sure as hell not his property. He knew when he fucked up, and needed to try to make it right by giving Harry his journal back. Draco sighed as he began to walk to the lonely and scared submissives room. He found the portrait of the Dark Knight.
Draco then sighed, forgetting that he didn't have the password. So he decided to slip the journal under the painting.
Yet, he stopped, and grabbed a quill out of his pocket. He went to the poem page and wrote something down. He closed it, the slid it under. He really hoped this wouldn't backfire in his face.
"Night, my Harry." Draco whispered, turning around and walking to own rooms. He disappeared into the darkness.
Harry awoke the next morning, stretching as he headed to the door. He was planning on sneaking into the kitchen for some food. He stopped when he stepped on something. He looked down and saw his journal.
"Shit, I hope I dropped this and no one found it." He muttered out loud, picking up the book. He saw a corner folded down, something he never did. He opened the page. It was his poem, but underneath, was another part. It wasn't in his hand writing. He quickly read it.
'One day, look to me,
I may be the key
To filling you heart.
May I take over that
Part. My Dear Harry?'
-D.L.M
Harry stared at the initials, dawning on him that it was Draco who wrote it. He smiled, a gentle blush appearing. It should have worried him, but it didn't. He was just happy that he had his journal back. And that someone cared. But he would get Draco back for going through his journal, but that would later, when he had a chance to form a better friendship with the blonde. One that he should of started years ago.
Again, trying to get rid of the Dumble bashing because I hate myself for writing in now, but I understand it's what I thought would fit when I first wrote this story. So, I'm trying to correct it now.
