DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Cho, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Makeupholic: The story evolves around their relationship as well as other things, one of those being romance, or it wouldn't be in the Harry/Draco section. I'm trying to build up a story, I don't want them to just rush in and everythings fine, because although it's a magical story, there should be some emotional realism. Well, I hope that's what's coming across….. I'm sorry if you don't like it though.
Hidden Element
Chapter 43: Admission
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
She had instantly gone to find him when she had gained the use of her legs again.
She found him in the living room, reading a book on a couch close to a window. She paused as she inspected him, to her own humiliation. She was young, had yet to learn etiquette and manners. At least, that was her excuse when anyone asked her about her current rudeness.
Harry merely sighed and glanced up from his back, raising an eyebrow as she only waved at him shyly, no other communication made. He placed his bookmark in the right place and placed said book on the table, gesturing towards the couch.
"Are you going to join me, or will you just be standing there?" He asked with a soft smile. She hummed at the offer and walked towards the couch with a skip in her step. Harry couldn't help but shake his head at her apparent cheery disposition.
"So you saved me?" Cherrie asked somewhat curiously as she stared at the man-who-lived. She'd heard the stories, had caught a glimpse of him in the halls at Hogwarts, but had never thought she would one day stand before him. Sure, she'd seen him a few days ago, but had hardly payed attention to him, what with the argument they were having in her house. She had had barely enough time to register him as THE Harry Potter.
Harry himself was unsure what to make of this conversation starter. He couldn't quite make out the tone she had used to her voice being so painfully soft, as if she were whispering. He nodded slightly, not wanting to voice that yes indeed he had thwarted the bad guys once again.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"Your welcome. I'm just sorry I didn't get there in time. Do you feel better?" He had been genuinely frightened for her when he found her in an unconscious state when he'd dealt with the death eaters following her.
"Much better thank you!" Her legs were constantly kicking back and forth from one of the sofas she sat on. Harry wasn't sure if it was habit or the fact she kept testing if they really still worked.
"That's good."
"Are you really Harry Potter?" He let out a full bellied laugh. It had been a while since someone had asked him that. It reminded him of his childhood. Of course, back then he hadn't wanted to be Harry Potter, and would have resented being asked.
Of course, he found it strange that this was happening now and not upon their first meeting. Then again, she'd had much more pressing matters to attend to.
"Yes." He stated simply. She merely nodded and went back to looking around the room. She did look young, yet she had a maturity with her that only came from keen knowledge or hardship, both of which he wouldn't want someone so young to have experienced.
"It will be happening more often than not, won't it? The attacks?" He found himself nodding as well, hoping that her first run in with death eaters and almost fatal injury hadn't traumatized her to some degree.
"Are you sure that you're ok?" He couldn't help but ask again.
"I'm fine! I'm young, but independent…in the parts that count that is. A little training would be nice though, I felt a bit outmatched." She thumbed a loose thread on her sleeve and sighed at the thought of having to repair it.
"Oh dear! I'll have to repair it! Maybe Hermoine can help?" She stood slowly, once again eying the loose thread.
"I think she'd love that." Harry replied, glad that the girl was trying to get to know everyone almost immediately. She smiled minutely before waving goodbye and rushing up the stairs two at a time. She was obviously enjoying the use of her legs.
Harry stood with a sigh, ready to go make some tea in the kitchen, yet paused when he heard a ruckus upstairs by the stairs.
"Draco!" There were some whispers and a soft thump before Harry saw Draco come down the stairs. He'd probably bumped into Cherrie on the way down. Draco finished his decent down the stairs, yet paused, turning his body almost as if he were about to go back upstairs, before finally shaking his head and moving forward towards Harry. He seemed to hesitate once more and stopped just at the edge of the carpet Harry now stood on.
"Rested?" When Harry didn't get an immediate answer, he began to think of reasons why. Draco always responded the second a question was asked, good or bad, unless he was really sad, really angry, or it involved this newly introduced power of his.
Did he need ice again? He felt a twinge of pain at the thought of that being the reason.
Draco slowly walked up to Harry, still no word. Harry would have mentioned it, if it hadn't been for the fact that deft pale arms suddenly encircled around his neck, a soft cheek pressed against the skin of his semi-exposed collarbone.
"I don't think you're ok." Harry grumbled, yet slung his own arms around the blonde almost automatically.
"If you need help, you should tell me!"
"It's not that." Draco said slowly, closing his eyes as the world spun around him again. He hated feeling this weak, hated feeling out of control. Yet for some reason, there was a part of him that loved the sensation too.
"Draco?"
"You told me you thought of leaving to save me from the war. If I hadn't been acting strange…..would you still have left? Me…I mean." Harry slowly pushed Draco away so he could see his face.
"Draco…."
"Please." The soft word made his heart ache. It wasn't the word itself that was rare, but the tone it had been said in. Something was definitely wrong, but he would slowly worm it out of Draco patiently.
"I won't lie. I thought about it. Thought that you'd leave and you wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. Thought a great many things that would get you out of the war, though through it all, I couldn't imagine fighting without you by my side. It was both a blessing and hell that you weren't there."
"Harry…..what does my power make you feel?"
"Ice?" Harry shifted slightly, highly aware that they were standing in the middle of the common room, Harry holding Draco by his shoulders to keep him back as the blonde tried to creep closer.
"Cold, really cold, but at the same time whole. I don't know what that means, I can't really describe it."
"Does it change the way you feel towards me?" The question shocked him, out of all the topics he'd envisioned them having of late, this was not one of them.
"Honestly? Just a bit. Emotion wise, no, it hasn't changed, but there's a part of me, that feels like escaping, like it should be with you and not me. It feels almost wrong. Then again, it's probably Ice wanting to get back to its real 'chosen one. Why?"
Draco took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously. He had never been good at saying things. Most of the time he only made matters worse.
"Draco….why?" Harry took a hold of Dracos chin and slowly guided it so he could look into his eyes. Green eyes flickered across grey blue, as if searching for something, an indication of what was going on most likely.
"Is this still about Cherrie?" Once again, he only received a shake of the head as Draco tried to hug him once again. This time, Harry let him, letting go of his shoulders and smiling softly as those pale hands once again found purchase around him.
"Draco, please!" That tone of voice had always been a form of weakness in their relationship.
"I can't stand it!" Draco whispered finally. Harry slowly allowed his hands to grip Dracos shoulders, this time, however, pulling him closer.
"No matter what happens, no matter how much time has passed, it won't go away!" One of those soft hands trailed into brown unruly hair, letting fingers slip across the surface. It was something Harry hadn't felt in a long time. It made his eyes widen, and his breathing hitched. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were just an inch smaller, a bit more naïve, younger…
"Sometimes, things stay for a reason. Maybe, what's bothering you, isn't supposed to go away." Harry tried comforting the blonde, not all that confident about what the blonde had suddenly want to confide in him. Draco gulped almost awkwardly and slowly looked up to scan the others eyes.
"I won't lie. I wanted things to change, so badly. Wanted to forget and move on like I should have been able to, damn it! But nothing I do or say changes it, and…I've started to realise that, maybe it's good that it never went away, maybe I never tried hard enough, unconciously, I guess in the first place, and…suddenly, after so much stress and thought, I don't want it to."
"Do you mean that?" Harry whispered softly, his grip tightening around the blonde.
"I thought it was gone, that I could come back, and that would be that, but just...being here, around you, seeing you...it...Ever since It started to trickle back I've been so fucking confused! This wasn't how it was supposed to be! But….it's too amazing, too hard to resist, no matter how hard I try, and believe me I've tried so many times to tell my stupid self not to!" Harry couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh. That sounded exactly like Draco, trying the hard way out.
"No more Draco!" Harry breathed out. He almost bit his lip, yet stopped himself. He didn't want to say something, in fear that they were no where near the same wave length.
"If you're going to be open, please just do it directly! I don't want this to lead to another misunderstanding. I want the truth, will you tell me how you feel? Stop making me guess all the god damn time!"
"You Harry! You're always there! And no matter what I do, I can't help feeling this way! You're driving me crazy!" He let his hands slide up to the others face, finally allowing himself to fully take in the features he had missed, those eyes that stared down at him with a new kind of sheen in his eyes.
"I love you! I still love you!"
Green eyes widened as soft lips met his for the first time in what felt like centuries.
