A/N: Firstly, I apologize
for the long wait. J What with the holidays and
school starting, I simply couldn't find the time to up this with all the mad
rush going on. Many apologies. Next the thanks for all those who reviewed Part
One. You're all angels.J There's a section after the
story dedicated to all of you.
This
is the second part of the prequel to Perfect. It is on how Harry and Draco fell in love in their first year. For the
record, I'm bumping up their age here, they are fifteen when they attended
Hogwarts First Year. Also, in case anyone missed the summary and didn't
understand the above sentence, this fic is SLASH! So don't read if it's not
your cup of tea J
Many
thanks to Asuka-san and Health for beta-ing, any mistakes you see in there is
entirely my fault for not listening to good advice.
Enjoy.
First and Only Love
Part Two
Revelation
For the whole of next week, the animosity between
the three friends and Draco increased. Draco reinforced the normal attacks and
taunts against the three friends. And Harry retaliated with a force stronger
than he usually do. He never imagined that he could hate anyone more than
Dudley Dursley. Now he realized that it was not so. Draco Malfoy ranked first
on Harry's personal hate-list.
Until the day before the match.
"Harry, you won't believe this!" Ron ran up to his
best friend, gasping for breath.
"What?" Harry looked up from his Transfiguration essay, which was doodled on with a list of what he would like to do
to a certain D.M.
"Snape's the referee for tomorrow's match!"
"What? He will kill Harry!" This was from
Hermione. Harry seemed to be struck dumb.
He just sat there, staring unseeingly at the parchment in front of him, eyes fixed on "#16. Castrate him."
He felt as if the Weasley twins had just swung five
Bludgers from five different directions into him. One in his face, one at the
back of his head, one right on top of his head, one in his gut and the hardest
one into his heart. He couldn't speak, he couldn't even breathe. All he could
do was think, "What did I do to him?"
"Harry, you can't play," a distressed Hermione said.
"Yup, break a leg or something." This came from Ron.
Harry turned his head to look at them. All he could
hear was a desperate voice in his head.
"Promise me you won't play in the next Quidditch
match. You must promise me!"
With a cry, Harry suddenly stood up and rushed from
the common room, ignoring the shouts from his friends.
He didn't ask anybody, but somehow, he just knew where Draco was. He ran all the way up to the unused room in the North Tower and burst through the door.
Draco was there, seating on the stone tower window in that way which was uniquely his, with one leg
stretched out and one bent at the knee. He was looking out of the window
and didn't look at Harry when he burst in.
Harry approached him slowly and stood silently next
to him when he reached him.
"Are you still going to play tomorrow?" Draco asked softly, still not looking at Harry. He knew
Harry knew now.
Harry let out an oath he hadn't known he knew, and pulled Draco off the window and
crushed him into his arms.
"Why? Why didn't you tell me that Snape was
refereeing that day? Why do you still care now?"
Draco didn't answer. He couldn't answer.
"Are you still going to play tomorrow?"
Harry sighed and pulled him to the couch in the room
and sat down.
"Yes. I am."
With an angry cry, Draco sat up from where he was
nestled in Harry's arms.
"Why? You know Snape wants to kill you? Are you so
eager to die?"
"I have to play for the team. For Gryffindor. For
too long, I didn't belong to any family. Now, Gryffindor is my family, I can't
let them down. Besides, giving up in the face of danger is against my…" Harry stopped, remembering the storm this
word had started before.
"…principles." Draco finished for him. He stared into Harry's eyes. "I hate you."
"I know," Harry smiled. He drew Draco back into his
arms.
"I promise you I will not die tomorrow," he
whispered into Draco's ear.
"You better not, or I will follow you to death and
make your life there worse than hell," Draco threatened.
Harry laughed. "You already make my life here worse
than a living hell."
"It will be even worse," Draco promised before
drawing Harry down into a kiss to cut off any further retort.
It was a tender kiss compared to one they had shared before. Yet it was tinged with a sense
of desperation resulting from the thought of the danger Harry would be
facing the next day.
And it was the kiss Draco thought of when he sat down in the stands the next day. No one was
more thankful than he was when he saw Dumbledore coming out with the other
Professors. With Dumbledore there, he knew Harry was safe.
They met again after the match, behind the Quidditch
stands, now emptied after everyone went
in
to celebrate or sulk.
"See? I told you I
wouldn't die," Harry grinned, fresh from the win and the shower.
"Yes, so you
did." Draco leaned against one of the poles.
"What's wrong?" Harry frowned.
"What could be
wrong? You won and you didn't die doing it."
"There is something wrong. You aren't looking at
me."
"Forget it, Potter."
"Forget what? Are you trying to tell me that
now I am not in any dire straits, you don't
want to look at me anymore?"
"You're forgetting the point."
"What point?" Harry couldn't believe how calm and
indifferent Draco looked.
"The point that I'm a Slytherin with a Death Eater
father who, may I add, is out to kill you."
Shocked, Harry started to say something but stopped
himself. He slowly nodded. "You're right. I did forget that."
A deafening silence.
Harry couldn't stand the wait first. "I guess this
is it right? Now we go back to being enemies."
Draco didn't answer. He just nodded.
"Then, I guess, I'll go back now," Harry said.
Harry stood and waited for Draco's response. There
was none.
He looked at Draco for the last time, a slender
figure leaning against the pole with his arms crossed. His shoulder-length
white-blond hair flying as it was teased by the evening wind.
"Why does he have to be so beautiful?" Harry asked silently.
When it was evident he wasn't going to get any
answers, he turned and left. Ignoring the voice in his heart that told him he
was leaving the most important part of him behind.
Only when Draco heard footsteps walking away did he
turn. He watched Harry's figure steadily growing
smaller and ignored the pain in his heart. He supposed that it was
impossible not to feel pain when your heart shattered.
It was a test. He wanted to see if Harry cared about
him enough to ignore his dubious background, and all
of the other negative points about him. If he didn't, it showed that he
simply didn't care enough. Didn't love him enough.
And Draco refused to
accept less than enough. He would only give his heart once. And when he did
give it, it would be to one that was worthy. One that didn't love him enough
was not worthy.
Yet
as Draco slowly walked back to the castle, he couldn't stop himself from
wondering if his heart had long since been given away without his permission.
A/N:
So, how was that? The third part is written but it is undergoing some changes
now, so it may be a while again before I can up it. Please tell me how you feel
about the story so far. Is it too sappy? I think I read too much romance novels
for my own good J Feel free to tell me if you
hate it so far.
Now
the thanks. Firstly the honors go to Dia, the first person the review Part
One and kindly archived in her website. I promised to send Part Two to her long
time ago and now I apologize for taking my own sweet time. Sorry, Dia J Next, Reklaw Enna, who reviewed all
my fics so far and always gave me rave reviews. This is for you Reklaw Enna J And to miasmas , Nataku's Child,
Faye Valentine, r i d d l e and darkchylde for being
so sweet. And to savrider who read the fic although I think he doesn't
read slash and didn't flame me. Also not forgetting Zontar, my friend
who was blackmailed into reviewing for me J See, I told you I will
thank you publicly.
As for those worrying about Perfect, thanks a million for your concern. Part Four is under way.
Till
the next post,
Love,
Kei