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belong to the great Lord J.K. Rowling! Bow down to her! All of you!
Okay..I'm a little crazy, I know. *giggles*
Thanks to: Menecarkawan. Thank you for being my Beta!
I don't feel like replying to the reviews today. But thank you to the people who reviewed. This has been the worst week of my life. Nothing's gone good. I didn't get many reviews, I didn't get to enter in an awards contest because I was too late. My sister had to develop a picture for me for school, and she ignored me and the day I needed them she said she would get it for me the next day but I needed it right hten and so I got a zero on my school project. Well, enough about my pathetic life. I just want you to know that's why I didn't update last week. I'm sorry. This chapter, just so you know, is no doubt going to be sad.
IMPORTANT NEWS! YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS SAYING HOW YOU WISH I WOULD WRITE HARRY'S POV, SO I CAME UP WITH A WAY TO DO THAT EVEN THOUGH IT'S DRACO WHOSE WRITING A BOOK. SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.
Chapter: 15 ~*~ A Pillow-Burning Tear ~*~
The train ride was spent with a tenseness in the air. Harry was quietly looking out the window in sorrow. I felt simply horrible for making Harry feel bad about his parents' death.
No one spoke a word except for Ron and Hermione who kept trying to make conversation with Harry and me. I would willingly talk, however Harry pretended not to hear us or just gave us a nod of his head.
When the lady with the trolley full of sweets came up, Harry didn't even bother to eat any candy. He just put a sack of money in Hermione's hand and looked back out the window again.
Hermione gave everyone a worried look before paying the lady and then handing the change back to Harry.
When the train finally came to a stop, I went up to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Of course I knew what was wrong, but I thought it would make things better if he told me himself so that he could let it out.
"Nothing, Draco. I just, I don't know," he answered sadly. I sighed. I really didn't know what to do. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
"I guess I just wish I had a family too," Harry confessed.
"But you do," I answered, "You're a part of my family. My mother didn't give you that Malfoy pendant for nothing, you know," I said playfully. Unfortunately, my antics didn't work and Harry's face stayed sorrowful.
I didn't know what to do to make Harry smile. I didn't really know how to comfort someone in such a situation. I'm a Malfoy for bloody fuck's sake. I spent half my life empty of all feelings for Slytherin's sake!
"It's not the same," Harry's muffled voice said to me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, "I wish MY mom could wish me good-bye at the end of Christmas Holidays. I wish my father could be my hero who I look up to and go for when I'm having trouble with my girlfriend. I wish-" Harry suddenly had to stop as his voice cracked.
I could tell if he spoke anymore, he was going to break out crying.
"Well, actually, you couldn't really talk to you father about woman problems because you're gay," I added, trying to bring some cheer into him. That only caused a choked sob to escape Harry's throat.
I sighed, dejectedly.
I hugged Harry closely and whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing to say," he said, trying to gather himself up as he pulled away from me and straightened his robes out. "We'd better hurry so we can meet Ron and Hermione before dinner begins." With that, he had walked away to the Great Hall.
I sighed, before walking after him.
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Dinner hadn't been quite as well. I had been planning on sitting with my fellow Slytherins when I got back, but I could tell that Harry needed me there with him, whether he admitted it or not.
He really was feeling bad about this. I never knew he still hadn't gotten used to the fact that his parents were deceased yet.
Well, then again, I don't think I would be able to get over it either if BOTH my parents died. Now if my father died, then maybe I could handle it, but if I ever lost my mother, I don't know what I'd do.
Imagine, poor Harry having to live with his Muggle relatives. But not anymore because I bought him his own house now. We could go there for Easter vacation. Just the two of us.
Though, when I thought about it, I suppose Harry wasn't the only one feeling bad. I was still a little upset about not getting a reply from my father for Christmas. I guess some part of me really did want to be with my father again.
However, I had to deal with my problems another day. Right now, I had to help Harry get through his situation.
I decided to stay with him at his Head Boy room to keep him comfort.
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I watched as he wordlessly changed into his clothes. Why had he suddenly become so sad about this? Honestly! It was as if he was a woman going through PMS.
I didn't say a word either as I quickly changed into my pajamas and went over to him to the bed and wrapped my arms protectively around him.
I'd wondered what he was thinking. I just really wanted to know.
Well, since I don't want you to be as tuned out of Harry's emotions as I was, I've decided to have Harry help me write parts of my book. This next part, which is in Harry's POV is being written by Harry. So, remember that for this part, it's Harry speaking, not me.
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Harry's POV
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I felt Draco's strong arms wrap around me protectively. I didn't tell him this, but I was so extremely thankful for them at that moment. I knew I had been acting unreasonable, but I just couldn't help it.
I don't know what happened, but when I saw Draco's mother wishing him farewell as we departed from King's Cross, all these emotions had just swelled up in me, making me wish that it were my mother wishing me farewell, rather than Draco' mother.
I wished it were my parents who became surprised that I was gay, rather than Ron.
I wanted it to be my parents who scolded me whenever I got a bad grade on my exam, rather than Hermione.
I wanted it to be my parents who were wrapping their arms ever so protectively around me at the moment, rather than Draco. I know this was wrong, having Draco treating me so kindly, yet wanting the love to be given from someone else.
It wasn't as though I was cheating on him or anything, and even though I loved him, to have the love of my parents was such a different thing in so many different ways.
So I closed my eyes and pretended it was my mother's arms wrapped around me, instead of Draco's. The guilt stabbed at me for using Draco, even if it wasn't actually hurting him since he didn't know.
I just closed my eyes and willed my tears to stay put behind my lids.
I don't know if my tears really did stay behind my eyelids, although, right before I fell into the bliss of dreams with my parents, I felt a warm, wet liquid cascade down my cheek and then a fiery, warm sensation on the pillow.
I'm pretty sure it was a tear.
End Harry's POV
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Draco's POV again
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As I held Harry in my arms, I saw a tear drop from his closed eyelids, down his dark, raven eyelashes, and further down his cheek, before falling onto the pillow, burning a hole into it.
No, seriously, HIS TEAR HAD BURNED A HOLE RIGHT THROUGH THEBLOODY PILLOW! IT EVEN SHIMMERED IN SMALL, RED AND YELLOW SPARKS BEFORE TURNING INTO DARK ASH!
I jumped up, but luckily, I hadn't woken Harry up. I gently moved Harry off the pillow and placed his head on my pillow.
I grabbed the other pillow and stared at the hole. It went right through the whole pillow and when I looked back onto the bed, saw that there were small burnt spots on the bed.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?
One second, my heart was breaking on the inside, watching poor Harry practically cry himself to sleep in a way and the next, I was freaking the bloody fuck out! I didn't know he could burn a bloody whole into a solid object just by crying!
I suddenly realized I had been breathing roughly and calmed myself down.
This was really freaking me out.
Was I imagining things?
I touched the hole and immediately pulled back on instinct as I felt it was still hot.
I blew on my fingers gingerly as I glared at the offending whole.
I threw it on the floor before turning back to Harry.
I looked at him thoroughly for a second before hesitantly wrapping my arms back around him.
I really was just too freaked out about this.
I would definitely have to go to Hermione for some help on this. We needed to get some research on this. We really did.
I held onto Harry, closing my eyes, hoping for a better day tomorrow.
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A/N: Ok, woah! Talk about shortest chapter of the century! No, scratch that, calling this a short chapter is just too much of an understatement. This is like the size of my freaking prologue at the beginning of this story. Actually though, I've been thinking about making the rest of my chapters short like this too, because I started this story to enjoy writing it, but when I feel the pressure of having to make the chapters long, I just sort of lose the fun in it. Like, for example, I had a sad sort of blast writing this story, saying as I was in a depressed mood, but letting it out, I just feel so much better now! If I'd continued, I wouldn't be feeling all too great right now. So I hope this doesn't upset you guys. Plus, if I write short chapters like this, I might write more often than just once every week. BTW, PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FELT ABOUT HARRY'S POV IN THIS CHAPTER IN YOUR REVIEW. Should I keep it; should I lose it? Do you like it or hate it? Thanks
Please R&R
Xoxo Spideria oxoX
Thanks to: Menecarkawan. Thank you for being my Beta!
I don't feel like replying to the reviews today. But thank you to the people who reviewed. This has been the worst week of my life. Nothing's gone good. I didn't get many reviews, I didn't get to enter in an awards contest because I was too late. My sister had to develop a picture for me for school, and she ignored me and the day I needed them she said she would get it for me the next day but I needed it right hten and so I got a zero on my school project. Well, enough about my pathetic life. I just want you to know that's why I didn't update last week. I'm sorry. This chapter, just so you know, is no doubt going to be sad.
IMPORTANT NEWS! YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS SAYING HOW YOU WISH I WOULD WRITE HARRY'S POV, SO I CAME UP WITH A WAY TO DO THAT EVEN THOUGH IT'S DRACO WHOSE WRITING A BOOK. SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.
Chapter: 15 ~*~ A Pillow-Burning Tear ~*~
The train ride was spent with a tenseness in the air. Harry was quietly looking out the window in sorrow. I felt simply horrible for making Harry feel bad about his parents' death.
No one spoke a word except for Ron and Hermione who kept trying to make conversation with Harry and me. I would willingly talk, however Harry pretended not to hear us or just gave us a nod of his head.
When the lady with the trolley full of sweets came up, Harry didn't even bother to eat any candy. He just put a sack of money in Hermione's hand and looked back out the window again.
Hermione gave everyone a worried look before paying the lady and then handing the change back to Harry.
When the train finally came to a stop, I went up to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Of course I knew what was wrong, but I thought it would make things better if he told me himself so that he could let it out.
"Nothing, Draco. I just, I don't know," he answered sadly. I sighed. I really didn't know what to do. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
"I guess I just wish I had a family too," Harry confessed.
"But you do," I answered, "You're a part of my family. My mother didn't give you that Malfoy pendant for nothing, you know," I said playfully. Unfortunately, my antics didn't work and Harry's face stayed sorrowful.
I didn't know what to do to make Harry smile. I didn't really know how to comfort someone in such a situation. I'm a Malfoy for bloody fuck's sake. I spent half my life empty of all feelings for Slytherin's sake!
"It's not the same," Harry's muffled voice said to me as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, "I wish MY mom could wish me good-bye at the end of Christmas Holidays. I wish my father could be my hero who I look up to and go for when I'm having trouble with my girlfriend. I wish-" Harry suddenly had to stop as his voice cracked.
I could tell if he spoke anymore, he was going to break out crying.
"Well, actually, you couldn't really talk to you father about woman problems because you're gay," I added, trying to bring some cheer into him. That only caused a choked sob to escape Harry's throat.
I sighed, dejectedly.
I hugged Harry closely and whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing to say," he said, trying to gather himself up as he pulled away from me and straightened his robes out. "We'd better hurry so we can meet Ron and Hermione before dinner begins." With that, he had walked away to the Great Hall.
I sighed, before walking after him.
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Dinner hadn't been quite as well. I had been planning on sitting with my fellow Slytherins when I got back, but I could tell that Harry needed me there with him, whether he admitted it or not.
He really was feeling bad about this. I never knew he still hadn't gotten used to the fact that his parents were deceased yet.
Well, then again, I don't think I would be able to get over it either if BOTH my parents died. Now if my father died, then maybe I could handle it, but if I ever lost my mother, I don't know what I'd do.
Imagine, poor Harry having to live with his Muggle relatives. But not anymore because I bought him his own house now. We could go there for Easter vacation. Just the two of us.
Though, when I thought about it, I suppose Harry wasn't the only one feeling bad. I was still a little upset about not getting a reply from my father for Christmas. I guess some part of me really did want to be with my father again.
However, I had to deal with my problems another day. Right now, I had to help Harry get through his situation.
I decided to stay with him at his Head Boy room to keep him comfort.
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I watched as he wordlessly changed into his clothes. Why had he suddenly become so sad about this? Honestly! It was as if he was a woman going through PMS.
I didn't say a word either as I quickly changed into my pajamas and went over to him to the bed and wrapped my arms protectively around him.
I'd wondered what he was thinking. I just really wanted to know.
Well, since I don't want you to be as tuned out of Harry's emotions as I was, I've decided to have Harry help me write parts of my book. This next part, which is in Harry's POV is being written by Harry. So, remember that for this part, it's Harry speaking, not me.
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Harry's POV
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I felt Draco's strong arms wrap around me protectively. I didn't tell him this, but I was so extremely thankful for them at that moment. I knew I had been acting unreasonable, but I just couldn't help it.
I don't know what happened, but when I saw Draco's mother wishing him farewell as we departed from King's Cross, all these emotions had just swelled up in me, making me wish that it were my mother wishing me farewell, rather than Draco' mother.
I wished it were my parents who became surprised that I was gay, rather than Ron.
I wanted it to be my parents who scolded me whenever I got a bad grade on my exam, rather than Hermione.
I wanted it to be my parents who were wrapping their arms ever so protectively around me at the moment, rather than Draco. I know this was wrong, having Draco treating me so kindly, yet wanting the love to be given from someone else.
It wasn't as though I was cheating on him or anything, and even though I loved him, to have the love of my parents was such a different thing in so many different ways.
So I closed my eyes and pretended it was my mother's arms wrapped around me, instead of Draco's. The guilt stabbed at me for using Draco, even if it wasn't actually hurting him since he didn't know.
I just closed my eyes and willed my tears to stay put behind my lids.
I don't know if my tears really did stay behind my eyelids, although, right before I fell into the bliss of dreams with my parents, I felt a warm, wet liquid cascade down my cheek and then a fiery, warm sensation on the pillow.
I'm pretty sure it was a tear.
End Harry's POV
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Draco's POV again
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As I held Harry in my arms, I saw a tear drop from his closed eyelids, down his dark, raven eyelashes, and further down his cheek, before falling onto the pillow, burning a hole into it.
No, seriously, HIS TEAR HAD BURNED A HOLE RIGHT THROUGH THEBLOODY PILLOW! IT EVEN SHIMMERED IN SMALL, RED AND YELLOW SPARKS BEFORE TURNING INTO DARK ASH!
I jumped up, but luckily, I hadn't woken Harry up. I gently moved Harry off the pillow and placed his head on my pillow.
I grabbed the other pillow and stared at the hole. It went right through the whole pillow and when I looked back onto the bed, saw that there were small burnt spots on the bed.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?
One second, my heart was breaking on the inside, watching poor Harry practically cry himself to sleep in a way and the next, I was freaking the bloody fuck out! I didn't know he could burn a bloody whole into a solid object just by crying!
I suddenly realized I had been breathing roughly and calmed myself down.
This was really freaking me out.
Was I imagining things?
I touched the hole and immediately pulled back on instinct as I felt it was still hot.
I blew on my fingers gingerly as I glared at the offending whole.
I threw it on the floor before turning back to Harry.
I looked at him thoroughly for a second before hesitantly wrapping my arms back around him.
I really was just too freaked out about this.
I would definitely have to go to Hermione for some help on this. We needed to get some research on this. We really did.
I held onto Harry, closing my eyes, hoping for a better day tomorrow.
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A/N: Ok, woah! Talk about shortest chapter of the century! No, scratch that, calling this a short chapter is just too much of an understatement. This is like the size of my freaking prologue at the beginning of this story. Actually though, I've been thinking about making the rest of my chapters short like this too, because I started this story to enjoy writing it, but when I feel the pressure of having to make the chapters long, I just sort of lose the fun in it. Like, for example, I had a sad sort of blast writing this story, saying as I was in a depressed mood, but letting it out, I just feel so much better now! If I'd continued, I wouldn't be feeling all too great right now. So I hope this doesn't upset you guys. Plus, if I write short chapters like this, I might write more often than just once every week. BTW, PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FELT ABOUT HARRY'S POV IN THIS CHAPTER IN YOUR REVIEW. Should I keep it; should I lose it? Do you like it or hate it? Thanks
Please R&R
Xoxo Spideria oxoX