Author's note: Yeah, sorry I'm a bit late. I guess people don't like this story very much. Oh well, I honestly don't care, I'll write it for those who DO like it! Thanks everyone who read and reviewed it!
I also have a little problem with paragraphing… I like to make them short for some reason ^^*
Also, instead of writing with italics for Harry's thoughts, I'll be using the asterisks (the little stars).
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Harry woke up later that morning with sun streaming in his window. He had almost forgotten where he was, but remembered right away.
His hand ran through his hair as he struggled to sit up. These nightmares kept repeating what were they trying to say?
They always had him running from something and then those walls closed in on him, suffocating him, killing him. *But why?*
The events from earlier that morning were playing in his mind. Was it all a dream? Was Draco talking that way, all a dream? Confused and shaky Harry leaned over and pulled the curtains from around his bed.
Draco was sound asleep with a huge white bandage covering half his arm. He remembered a while back in their 4th year when Draco was turned into a ferret. It was funny, it really was, but he always felt guilty for some reason. If that curse had actually hit him, it would have been better then to see Draco… Draco hurt?
Those small tears in his eyes, bringing out the blue-grey in them. His face hadn't gotten blotchy or red; maybe it wasn't possible for someone so pale to ever get red in the face.
His face was so nice, his pale-pale skin shone brightly with the sun. His eyes again, were really nice. They were so deep. Whenever he looked into them, he was reminded of himself. Sort of a lost soul, wandering, waiting and seeking love somewhere. They both had it, that was true, but not the sort they needed. And his lips, barely red, moving slowly. They were beautiful, shining and lustful. Harry almost found himself drooling and quickly slapped his mouth shut.
*Stop thinking like that, you are NOT gay* He kept telling himself that, over and over each time to reassure, but then he found himself having to say it again, just to be sure.
Harry turned over on his good side and sighed. He was so confused. He always thought he had loved Hermione, but ever since that first day when he had met Draco, which was before he met Hermione or even Ron for that matter, he had kept the image in the back of his mind. He never understood what he was feeling. So confused… Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh and went to sleep.
Someone was kissing him, passionately. He could feel a tongue inside his mouth savoring the taste.
He was starting to get into the lustful kiss when he realized he wasn't dreaming. His eyes shot open,
And found those same gray-blue eyes staring into his own. Everything stopped and Draco backed off.
He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and backed away even further. "I didn't know, I mean, I'm… I'm sorry." Draco looked scared, actually scared. It was a first. Harry almost tackled him right then and there to kiss him back, to savor 'his' mouth. But he didn't love him, he couldn't. He wasn't gay, was he?
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Harry shouted. Sure, he did sort of enjoy it, just a little. But that gave Draco NO right to do that. He felt sort of dizzy for a second.
"I'm… I'm… I said I was sorry." Draco edged further back, unable to look Harry in the eyes.
"But… why? Harry stammered, desperate for the truth.
"I loved someone once, and he didn't love me back. He would never love me, but I always had hope. My father always told me it was a bunch of BS, but sometimes I think it works. I guess it doesn't. Go back to your mudblood friend Harry, you love her don't you? I see the way you look at her."
Harry was in complete shock, had Draco just said that he loved him? He laughed out loud.
"What's funny Potter?" Draco looked himself again, stubborn and nasty, but his eyes were still the same, still caring, still in love.
"Draco, you… do you love me?" Harry was on the peek of hysterical laughter. Even if he 'was' gay, he would NEVER admit, NEVER.
"Don't laugh, Harry. God, why do you have to be a such a fucking bastard?" Draco was getting angry now.
Harry stopped laughing. "I am? I am! Draco, you were kissing 'me', that's outrageous! Draco Malfoy kissing Harry Potter. If you don't find that in the least at all funny, there has got to be something wrong with you! "
Draco certainly didn't look amused. He looked cold, and maybe… a little sad?
But still, Draco Malfoy, GAY! Draco is gay; he had to tell Hermione and Ron. Draco would never live this down, he just wouldn't. For all the teasing, for all the names, he would finally get Draco back. But did he want to? Did he 'really' want to?
"Please don't tell… anyone. Please?" Draco pleaded, but he didn't look very pleading.
Rolling his eyes, Harry started to ponder over what Draco had asked.
*He wants me to keep this a secret. But why should I? He has been nothing but mean to me!
But, I sort of think I like him, but I'm not gay. I can't be.* Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
*Fine… I'm a little gay, a little. I do like Draco but just a little.*
Harry was starting to panic; he really couldn't be gay.
"I'm not gay Draco, I'm not fucking gay. You're gay, not me!" Harry said, menace in his voice.
Draco looked as if he had been slapped clear across the face.
"Harry, please?" His eyes were pleading.
"Fine Draco, I won't tell anyone. There's one catch, you aren't allowed to be mean to me."
Harry smiled. That would be okay.
Draco pondered for a second and nodded.
"Just one more thing," Harry began, "Why do you love me, and not some beautiful girl?
Draco took a deep breath: "Because you are nice to everyone. Even mudbloods. You could have joined Voldmort and dominated the world, but you didn't. You aren't greedy, you're very generous. You look at everyone and bring the out the best. You befriend things like Giants and werewolves and you don't care what anyone thinks and you're very brave. I know we have a lot in common, but I still can't be nice after what my father did to me. I thought that you could accept me, like you did Hagrid, I thought you'd be nice to me. On the train that day," Draco paused for a moment, looking directly in Harry's bright green eyes. "I asked you to join me, because I knew you'd be good in Slytherin and I knew people would follow you, and I wanted to be that person that you loved. Cheesy, I know. "
Harry almost got tears in his eyes. He had never heard someone talk to him like this. It was really nice, someone actually loved him back, someone thought about him in that way. He had never had parents to tell him these things and even his best friends had never told him so.
"Draco," Harry's voice rasped,
But just then Draco looked sick and fainted dead away.
Harry stared at him for a moment, *should I get Madame Pomfrey? Or should I wait a minute?*
Harry walked slowly over to Draco. He looked even paler, was that possible?
His eyes were closed and he was grabbing his left arm with his right hand.
Harry sat down beside him. What had happened? Staring into his face, hungry for it, Harry bent over.
*Should I kiss him? Should I? I dunno… should I just go for it?* He bent over further and started kissing Draco as hard as he could. He didn't care if he woke up because he knew Draco loved him back.
His tongue pried open his sealed lips and licked the inside of his mouth. He was desperate, sucking his mouth, tasting it, savoring it. Then Draco was kissing him back, his tongue trying to get free into Harry's mouth, but Harry wasn't letting him. Draco was kissing back, madly and forcefully.
Draco hands moved slowly up Harry's chest. He wrapped one arm around Harry back, his other hand doing something else, trying to pull something out of his robe.
Harry brought one hand up to his silver hair, pulling his head deeper into the kiss. His other arm went around to Draco's back, trying to pull him closer, to feel his body against his own. It was beautiful and warm. He had never felt this way.
Draco eye's fluttered open and stared into Harry's eyes as he kissed him. Green on Grey. Harry felt Draco's hand moving up his chest slowly, painfully. He wanted to feel Draco body so much; their clothing was getting in the way.
Just then Harry felt something pierce his skin, felt it go deeper. He stopped kissing Draco, but Draco hadn't. With another push, Harry felt it go deeper. He was paralyzed. He couldn't breathe.
He looked up at Draco once last time before closing his eyes. He could feel blood seep through his robes, blood was all over the floor; he could feel it with his hands. He was so confused… so confused.
Last note: The end. Okay, so it wasn't that weird. Expect the next part tomorrow or the day after!
Cya and don't forget to review! ^____^
I also have a little problem with paragraphing… I like to make them short for some reason ^^*
Also, instead of writing with italics for Harry's thoughts, I'll be using the asterisks (the little stars).
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Harry woke up later that morning with sun streaming in his window. He had almost forgotten where he was, but remembered right away.
His hand ran through his hair as he struggled to sit up. These nightmares kept repeating what were they trying to say?
They always had him running from something and then those walls closed in on him, suffocating him, killing him. *But why?*
The events from earlier that morning were playing in his mind. Was it all a dream? Was Draco talking that way, all a dream? Confused and shaky Harry leaned over and pulled the curtains from around his bed.
Draco was sound asleep with a huge white bandage covering half his arm. He remembered a while back in their 4th year when Draco was turned into a ferret. It was funny, it really was, but he always felt guilty for some reason. If that curse had actually hit him, it would have been better then to see Draco… Draco hurt?
Those small tears in his eyes, bringing out the blue-grey in them. His face hadn't gotten blotchy or red; maybe it wasn't possible for someone so pale to ever get red in the face.
His face was so nice, his pale-pale skin shone brightly with the sun. His eyes again, were really nice. They were so deep. Whenever he looked into them, he was reminded of himself. Sort of a lost soul, wandering, waiting and seeking love somewhere. They both had it, that was true, but not the sort they needed. And his lips, barely red, moving slowly. They were beautiful, shining and lustful. Harry almost found himself drooling and quickly slapped his mouth shut.
*Stop thinking like that, you are NOT gay* He kept telling himself that, over and over each time to reassure, but then he found himself having to say it again, just to be sure.
Harry turned over on his good side and sighed. He was so confused. He always thought he had loved Hermione, but ever since that first day when he had met Draco, which was before he met Hermione or even Ron for that matter, he had kept the image in the back of his mind. He never understood what he was feeling. So confused… Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh and went to sleep.
Someone was kissing him, passionately. He could feel a tongue inside his mouth savoring the taste.
He was starting to get into the lustful kiss when he realized he wasn't dreaming. His eyes shot open,
And found those same gray-blue eyes staring into his own. Everything stopped and Draco backed off.
He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and backed away even further. "I didn't know, I mean, I'm… I'm sorry." Draco looked scared, actually scared. It was a first. Harry almost tackled him right then and there to kiss him back, to savor 'his' mouth. But he didn't love him, he couldn't. He wasn't gay, was he?
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Harry shouted. Sure, he did sort of enjoy it, just a little. But that gave Draco NO right to do that. He felt sort of dizzy for a second.
"I'm… I'm… I said I was sorry." Draco edged further back, unable to look Harry in the eyes.
"But… why? Harry stammered, desperate for the truth.
"I loved someone once, and he didn't love me back. He would never love me, but I always had hope. My father always told me it was a bunch of BS, but sometimes I think it works. I guess it doesn't. Go back to your mudblood friend Harry, you love her don't you? I see the way you look at her."
Harry was in complete shock, had Draco just said that he loved him? He laughed out loud.
"What's funny Potter?" Draco looked himself again, stubborn and nasty, but his eyes were still the same, still caring, still in love.
"Draco, you… do you love me?" Harry was on the peek of hysterical laughter. Even if he 'was' gay, he would NEVER admit, NEVER.
"Don't laugh, Harry. God, why do you have to be a such a fucking bastard?" Draco was getting angry now.
Harry stopped laughing. "I am? I am! Draco, you were kissing 'me', that's outrageous! Draco Malfoy kissing Harry Potter. If you don't find that in the least at all funny, there has got to be something wrong with you! "
Draco certainly didn't look amused. He looked cold, and maybe… a little sad?
But still, Draco Malfoy, GAY! Draco is gay; he had to tell Hermione and Ron. Draco would never live this down, he just wouldn't. For all the teasing, for all the names, he would finally get Draco back. But did he want to? Did he 'really' want to?
"Please don't tell… anyone. Please?" Draco pleaded, but he didn't look very pleading.
Rolling his eyes, Harry started to ponder over what Draco had asked.
*He wants me to keep this a secret. But why should I? He has been nothing but mean to me!
But, I sort of think I like him, but I'm not gay. I can't be.* Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
*Fine… I'm a little gay, a little. I do like Draco but just a little.*
Harry was starting to panic; he really couldn't be gay.
"I'm not gay Draco, I'm not fucking gay. You're gay, not me!" Harry said, menace in his voice.
Draco looked as if he had been slapped clear across the face.
"Harry, please?" His eyes were pleading.
"Fine Draco, I won't tell anyone. There's one catch, you aren't allowed to be mean to me."
Harry smiled. That would be okay.
Draco pondered for a second and nodded.
"Just one more thing," Harry began, "Why do you love me, and not some beautiful girl?
Draco took a deep breath: "Because you are nice to everyone. Even mudbloods. You could have joined Voldmort and dominated the world, but you didn't. You aren't greedy, you're very generous. You look at everyone and bring the out the best. You befriend things like Giants and werewolves and you don't care what anyone thinks and you're very brave. I know we have a lot in common, but I still can't be nice after what my father did to me. I thought that you could accept me, like you did Hagrid, I thought you'd be nice to me. On the train that day," Draco paused for a moment, looking directly in Harry's bright green eyes. "I asked you to join me, because I knew you'd be good in Slytherin and I knew people would follow you, and I wanted to be that person that you loved. Cheesy, I know. "
Harry almost got tears in his eyes. He had never heard someone talk to him like this. It was really nice, someone actually loved him back, someone thought about him in that way. He had never had parents to tell him these things and even his best friends had never told him so.
"Draco," Harry's voice rasped,
But just then Draco looked sick and fainted dead away.
Harry stared at him for a moment, *should I get Madame Pomfrey? Or should I wait a minute?*
Harry walked slowly over to Draco. He looked even paler, was that possible?
His eyes were closed and he was grabbing his left arm with his right hand.
Harry sat down beside him. What had happened? Staring into his face, hungry for it, Harry bent over.
*Should I kiss him? Should I? I dunno… should I just go for it?* He bent over further and started kissing Draco as hard as he could. He didn't care if he woke up because he knew Draco loved him back.
His tongue pried open his sealed lips and licked the inside of his mouth. He was desperate, sucking his mouth, tasting it, savoring it. Then Draco was kissing him back, his tongue trying to get free into Harry's mouth, but Harry wasn't letting him. Draco was kissing back, madly and forcefully.
Draco hands moved slowly up Harry's chest. He wrapped one arm around Harry back, his other hand doing something else, trying to pull something out of his robe.
Harry brought one hand up to his silver hair, pulling his head deeper into the kiss. His other arm went around to Draco's back, trying to pull him closer, to feel his body against his own. It was beautiful and warm. He had never felt this way.
Draco eye's fluttered open and stared into Harry's eyes as he kissed him. Green on Grey. Harry felt Draco's hand moving up his chest slowly, painfully. He wanted to feel Draco body so much; their clothing was getting in the way.
Just then Harry felt something pierce his skin, felt it go deeper. He stopped kissing Draco, but Draco hadn't. With another push, Harry felt it go deeper. He was paralyzed. He couldn't breathe.
He looked up at Draco once last time before closing his eyes. He could feel blood seep through his robes, blood was all over the floor; he could feel it with his hands. He was so confused… so confused.
Last note: The end. Okay, so it wasn't that weird. Expect the next part tomorrow or the day after!
Cya and don't forget to review! ^____^
