(A/N): Hi all! As always, thanks for the reviews. I really don't know how I keep updating every week like this. I've pretty much abandoned all my other fics. By the way, if any of you wonderful authors want a challenge, I am willing to hand off a previous work to , Demised Jade. I've written the first part of the next chapter, but my brain will only come up for stuff for DL. Thanks! Please tell me how you feel about this chapter.
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AFTER SCHOOL- In the car
Draco pressed in END on his cellphone and placed it back in his pocket. Glancing sideways, he spotted Harry, who looked as if he was trying to burn a hole through his window with his eyes. "Harry?" he asked, concern etched in his throat.
Said boy turned and Draco reached forward and caught the first tear that fell from the emerald eyes.
Harry couldn't think straight. Ever since the confrontation with Pansy and introducing Harry to his friends, he just couldn't seem to sort out his jumbled thoughts. Domenic's words continuously ran through his head. He had been reprimanded twice in his last period class for his distracting thoughts.
'Cares for me, but why?' It was so infuriating!
Harry barely registered the end of Draco's call, but finally turned as his name was called.
The green-eyed boy stared into the slate-grey eyes of the boy across from him. A sense of caring and love washed over him and Harry gasped as Draco caught a tear.
Raising his own pale hand, Harry touched his face and was surprised to find his face wet. "I didn't even know I was crying," Harry whispered after Draco asked what was wrong.
The blonde repeated the question and Harry blinked owlishly before focusing on him. "Why are you doing this? I mean, why do you care and worry about ME of all people?" Harry lowered his head in shame at his own self-doubt.
Draco's heart clenched as tears spilled out of Harry's eyes. He gently lifted Harry's chin with his hand and caressed the fading bruise that marred his cheek before speaking. "Harry I love you," he whispered softly.
The green-eyed boy froze, eyes wide and he blurted out, "I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way," and swallowed down the uncertainty for the validity of his response.
The blonde's smile dimmed and he gently let go of the smaller boy's hand. "Trust me you will."
Harry remained quiet as the blonde finally started to drive. At a traffic light Draco spoke again, "I'm going to drop you off, I have a very important meeting to attend. I'll probably be home late so don't worry alright?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Why would I worry about you?
The blond expertly hid the hurt those words brought on and replied, "I just wanted you to know."
Harry looked away for a moment before turning back to Draco, "Why?"
Draco, who was concentrating on the road ahead, missed it and turned quickly, "Huh?"
"Why are you coming back so late," Harry repeated and hid the slight blush from the blonde.
"Oh, you care about me?" Draco asked, feigning innocence.
Harry's eyed widened comically and he rushed to speak, "N-No, no I'm just asking so later I won't have to wake up and let you in."
Draco nodded skeptically at his excuse but said, "I have some unfinished business with an old 'acquaintance.'
The raven-haired boy forced himself not to ask what kind of business and slowly followed a hurried Draco to the front door.
After opening the door, Draco quickly slipped the key over Harry's neck.
The green-eyed boy started to go in, but at Draco's shout he whirled around. Before he could even say 'WHAT?!', lips found his. Harry closed his eyes instantly and melted into the kiss. When Draco let go, Harry blushed furiously, 'I kissed him back.'
By the smirk on Draco's face, Harry knew the blond had noticed.
"See ya," Draco called before jumping in the car and speeding off.
Harry went into his new residence and pressed his back to the closed door. "Why did I kiss him back?"
His question echoed through the house unanswered.
NIGHT (Red Dragon Hideout)- one of many
Draco Malfoy pocketed his weapons slowly. After double-checking that he had everything, he sat down gently at a windowsill. The beginnings of night stretched before him and he mentally got himself ready for what he was about to do.
Again.
Something he had been trying to hold off for as long as possible. Was he scared?
No.
Killing someone without remorse was what he was trained to do as a child. Lucius Malfoy, his father, had instilled his vicious traits in his one and only heir. Draco had first killed someone at age 15 and the list had steadily grown as more people threatened all that he cared for. He did have some heart, unlike his father. He only killed when that person put his friends, himself, or anything he held dear at risk.
But now?
Something was different. Although a rival gang had promised to kill him before sunrise tomorrow, he was unafraid. Was he cocky and stupid? No. It was just that he had seen and taken death quickly and effectively.
Still the voice in his head kept whispering. His conscience had never bothered him before, in fact many people didn't even believe the blond had a heart, much less a conscience.
Just as his mind began to drift again Crabbe strolled in, with the rest of the small group from his gang he had requested.
"Draco, we're ready," the stocky man bellowed.
Said boy got up and smirked at his companion, "Excellent, let's show these bitches who the hell they're messing with."
George Miceals was the leader of the Mirado. Although he was stupid, he held a great deal of power and influence. Too bad he didn't know how to use it.
"So you finally show up?" Miceals taunted.
Draco lifted an elegant eyebrow and calmly replied, "I was informed that I would die today by your hand. I'm waiting."
George's blue yes flashed with anger and he spat, "Yes today you will beg for mercy."
With that, both gangs moved in unison and began to fight, Bullets were exchanged and when that failed hand to hand combat started with various stabbings in between.
Draco weaved expertly through the maddening fight, viciously killing George's friends as he walked. The blond's instincts were on fire and he instantly knew if someone was coming from any direction, despite the noise. It also helped that Crabbe and Goyle were covering his back.
Ten minutes later, there was silence. George stood quivering in the sea of his friends still twitching bodies and Draco leered at the frightened man.
Miceals stared straight into the cold grey eyes and instantly dropped on his knees in front of him.
"Please Draco, I didn't mean to say what I said. I'm so sorry, I was just testing how strong your gang is," George whimpered.
Draco let out a bark of laughter, "Just testing huh?"
As the blond turned to survey the strewn bodies that had died for a 'test', he failed to see Miceals take out his pocket knife.
Draco continued after a brief pause, "Well now you know..."
Without warning George spun around and slashed at the first thing he could reach, Draco's arm.
"Fuck!" Draco growled, before he could even retaliate, gunshots echoed through the deserted alley and George went down, dead.
Crabbe and Goyle walked around, unaffected by the scattered bodies, they were all Mirado anyway. After speaking to the rest of the gang, they started over to Draco. Crabbe looked up just in time to catch a demented-looking George wielding a knife at his friend. Without second thought he raised his gun and aimed for Miceals heart and head. After the general twitching stopped all was still and Goyle and Crabbe followed Draco back to the rest of the gang.
Goyle noticed the dripping blood, but knew better than saying anything. You never acknowledged pain in front of others. It was a sign of weakness and momentary vulnerability. No, those things were best handled in private.
After Draco dismissed the small group of 20, Goyle asked softly. "You ok?" he whispered, glancing at the still bleeding wound.
The blonde immediately noticed his friend's concern and nodded. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch. You two did a good job," he said seriously, nodding at both, "go home and say hello to everyone for me k?"
The two large men snickered lightly, but left after casting one more look over their shoulders at their leader surrounded by bodies.
(A/N): I hoped you liked that. It seems that my mind is liking this story...I thought this chapter was pretty long. Any objections? ms. gringotts perhaps? Just kidding. Now a question, if possible just add it to the end of your review, he's coming back soon: DID YOU EVER WONDER WHO THAT GUY WAS THAT BOTHERED HARRY AT THE CLUB? TAKE A GUESS, WHO WAS THE SLIMEBALL THAT HELPED OUR TWO FAVORITE GUYS MEET????
Coming soon: Love? Umbridge? Just what the hell is going on?