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Title: The Year in Review
Author: Draco Volatile
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, material, and logos belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot -if there is one- belongs to
me.
Summary: Harry feels incomplete after leaving Hogwarts. He writes to Draco to help him feel better.
WARNING: Major D/H slash ahead. Will be rated R later.
A/N: I know this is kinda late to tell you this, but here goes: Thoughts are separated by asterisks (**), as are emphasized
words. Hours and periods of time are separated by three asterisks (* * *) or this thing (as seen in 'Demonica'): ~*~.
Text of a chapter is separated from the title and my pointless rambling by this thing: ~*~*~. Kinda confusing? ^-^
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Chapter 12 - Harry's Arrival
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Draco trudged down the grassy hill, his hands in the pockets of his stolen leather jacket (A/N: ^-^). Hogsmeade was always so
inviting . . . But now, when Draco was cold and very alone, it seemed there was no where to go. Until he could get a job, he
wouldn't have any money.
At the bottom of the hill was a forest. Suddenly inspired, Draco's silver eyes lit up and he ran down at breakneck speed. As
there are in most cases, the forest had a path. Any other time, Draco would have thought nothing of it. This time, however,
he was grateful for it.
He followed the path deep into the forest until it finally ended on the doorstep of an abandoned cottage. The forest around
him was so thick he couldn't see his way back. The sky was dark and clouded, and since rain and night were both coming
rapidly, Draco decided to go inside.
The cottage was empty, with no sign of life. The floorboards creaked with his every step, but the couches weren't dusty and
the place seemed well-cared-for. It worked well enough. No one would find him there.
Draco collapsed on the couch and hugged a stiff pillow. He stared at the curtained window across the room and worked hard to
process all the thoughts that were flooding his mind.
His father had rejected him, Harry was gone for good, and now he would live a life of loneliness. Draco's silver eyes filled
with tears for himself. But he wasn't sad. He wasn't angry, either. It was an odd feeling . . . His heart was cold and his
body was numb, he felt like screaming and screaming . . . He felt like grabbing a knife and piercing his heart with it . . .
Draco jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. He threw open a wooden drawer full of kitchen utensils. Most of the forks
and spoons had been taken, but a nice steak knife still remained. He grasped it by its wooden handle and aimed with great
care at his pale wrist. He stared hard at the vein that he wanted to puncture so badly. Draco slit his wrist carelessly and
watched the blood drip down onto the wooden floor. "Aww, shit . . ." He had missed the vein.
The red glistening blood remained on the floor. Draco had no desire to clean it, or his promising wound. He went back to the
couch, and, grasping his bleeding wrist, fell into a cold, dreamless sleep.
* * *
"I'll certainly be damned!" Lucius Malfoy howled angrily. "Another owl from Potter!" He tore the letter to pieces after
reading it. "Of course I don't know where that wretched Draco is!"
Narcissa Malfoy shook her head sadly and went back to reading the Daily Prophet.
"Why would dear old Potter care, anyway?" Mr. Malfoy raged. "Why would he want to know where Draco is? And why is he owling
me?!" Mr. Malfoy threw the screeching owl out the window. It hooted indignantly and flew out of sight.
* * *
"Well!" Harry exclaimed after yet another owl returned with no responding letter. "I'll go find him myself!"
Assuming Draco was long gone from the Malfoy manor, Harry decided not to go looking there. He Apparated to Hogsmeade to
search. If Draco wasn't at home, then he would be somewhere else. And that somewhere had to be Hogsmeade, the wizarding
village.
Harry walked into Honeydukes and bought himself a handful of Sugar Quills to suck on while he searched for Draco. While
paying for them at the counter, an idea came to him.
"Excuse me," he said to the witch at the counter, "have you seen a friend of mine here at all? His name is Draco Malfoy."
"What does he look like, dear?" the witch asked.
"He's got silver hair and silver eyes," Harry started. "He's small and kind of pale. Have you seen him here?"
"I've seen that Lucius Malfoy man outside earlier today," the witch said. "He was abusing this poor boy. . . . I expect it
was his son. He had the silver hair you mentioned."
"Where did he go?" Harry asked frantically.
"I saw him go up the hill, but I don't know where he went after that."
"Alright. Thank you, madam."
"Hurry along now, there's a line behind you."
"Oh, right . . ."
Harry put the bag in his robe pocket and hurried out of the candy shop. He ran to the hill and climbed it fervently, very
eager to find Draco. When he reached the top, he felt a raindrop on his cheek. He muttered an obscenity and ran down the
other side of the hill. If rain was coming, he had better find Draco soon.
He came to the forest and saw the path immediately. He also saw fresh footprints in the mud. Harry ran deep into the forest,
following the path. If someone was there, maybe they could help him find Draco.
The path ended at a cottage. There were no lights on inside, but the door had been left slightly ajar. Harry called inside,
"Hello? Anyone home?" No answer. He knocked and stood on the doorstep, waiting for an answer.
The rain began to fall. At first, there were only a few drops. But then it came down in cold sheets. Harry pushed the door
open and walked inside to dry off. The first thing he noticed was the back of the couch. He heard someone breathing lightly
on the other side. He walked over to see the person, and gasped, nearly jumping backwards at the sight.
It was Draco.
He was sleeping like an angel, his pale, smooth face serene as always. His lips were so inviting . . . It was all Harry could
do from covering them with his longing mouth. It was a wrong sensation, it felt dirty and nasty, but somehow . . .
someway . . . it was right. It was gay and wrong, but it was right.
Harry bent over and satisfied his urge, pressing his lips softly to Draco's. He never knew another man's lips could taste so
good. They were soft and smooth and very, very right. Harry pulled back, suddenly repulsed. This was Draco Malfoy he was
kissing, and he was Harry Potter. . . . It had to be the most wrong thing in the world.
Then, two piercing silver eyes stared back at Harry.
"Draco!"
"Harry!" Draco sat up and hugged Harry. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Since school ended," Harry muttered, hoping that Draco wouldn't-
"Were you *kissing* me?" Draco seemed repulsed by the prospect of being kissed by Harry Potter.
"No!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought you were unconscious. I was giving you CPR." It was lame, and he knew Draco wasn't believing
it.
"You're pathetic, Potter." Draco smiled evilly, displaying even, white teeth. "You kissed me and you know it. Felt bad for me,
did you?"
"Why would I feel bad for you?" Harry scoffed.
"Because I'm here all alone? How did you find me, anyway?"
"I asked around. I knew you'd be in Hogsmeade. And what can you tell me about being lonely? I've been lonely all my life."
"That's why you wrote to me."
"Yeah."
"You should have done so much sooner."
"Think so?" Harry managed a weak smile.
"Yes I do. Although I don't think I would have written back."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Well, that explains a lot!" Harry was growing frustrated. And the emotions were building up to the point where he couldn't
take it a moment longer. His heart burned, it ached, it screamed for attention. He pushed the prospect of a neglected heart
aside and tried to think nothing about it. But it nagged and nagged . . . His anger boiled over and he couldn't take it
anymore.
"SEAMUS! HOW COULD YOU, DRACO? HOW COULD YOU, WHEN YOU KNEW THE DIRTY, SHITTY TRUTH?!" Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he
ignored them. He was secretly amused and pleased by the confused expression on Draco's face, and he felt terrible for it.
"What truth, Harry?"
"Draco, you filthy piece of . . . of . . ."
Draco stared at Harry, his silver eyes wide with surprise. "Wh-what?"
"You stupid prat! You hurt me and you don't care! You're a devil, Draco! You're a demon! You should be damned right to hell!
You should suffer and burn in the flames and rot just like you should have done a long time ago. I hate you! I hate the way
you smirk at me. I hate the way you push me around. I hate the way you make fun of my friends. I hate the way you're so damn
perfect! I hate the way I love you!"
"What kind of sense does that make?" Draco said more to himself than to Harry. "What are you trying to tell me? That you . . .
that you . . . *love* me?"
Harry shook his head so roughly that his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose. "How could anyone, Draco?" His voice was
cold and savage. He saw Draco in front of him recoil and shiver.
"Harry . . ."
"Draco! You shouldn't. You don't deserve. You only harm."
"I don't understand you!" Draco said, his voice an octave higher than usual.
"You've ruined me, Draco. Don't you see what I've become? A rambling, crazy fool! You've done this to me!" Harry grabbed Draco
violently by his shoulders and pulled him off the couch. "I hate you! Hate! Hate! Hate!" Harry threw Draco to the floor, and
screamed loudly for no particular reason. He then threw himself to the floor beside the other man and sobbed.
"Are you suffering some emotional breakdown?" Draco asked shrilly. "Because you're scaring me."
Harry looked up and returned to normal. His craziness ended and he touched Draco's arm. "You're bleeding."
"I know."
Harry lifted Draco's limp wrist and held it to his heart. "I don't know how this happened to you, and I'm not going to ask."
"Thank you," Draco muttered.
"I'm sorry."
"You were insane. You were yelling all sorts of crazy stuff. You said you hated the way you loved me. Is it true?" A hurt
look came over Draco. "No one's ever loved me before. And if you do, or did, please don't let it be true that you've lost
your love for me."
"Who said I loved you?"
"You did." Draco's voice cracked, as though he were going to cry.
"Who said I meant it?"
"N-No one."
"Who said I *didn't* mean it?"
Draco was silent at this.
"Well?"
"Did you mean it?" Draco looked up at the dark-haired man sadly.
"I came back for you, didn't I? There must have been something."
"Tell me what it was."
"I wanted you." Harry sighed and began the unrehearsed speech that he had wanted Draco to hear for so long. "You make me
sick, Draco. You're perfect. You're beautiful. I want to grab your neck and strangle you until there's nothing left. And I'm
sorry I'm so unstable. I can't help it. I see you, and I go insane. You're everything I know I want and can't have. Have you
ever felt that way about someone? Have you ever wanted to kill someone, watch them die, listen to their pleading cries, just
because you love them? I want to kill you, Draco. But I don't want you dead. I don't know if that makes sense to you. In fact,
I'm sure it doesn't. But it makes sense to me, because I know. I know about death, murder, torture. I know what it's like to
be lost, cold, and alone. I know how much it hurts to be abandoned and abused. And I can't stand it anymore. I've lived this
way for eighteen years, and that's all I know. You don't know. You never will."
Draco let out a ragged sob.
"But then . . . it seems you do know." Harry lifted Draco's wrist and looked it over. "This is no ordinary cut, Draco. You
did this yourself, didn't you?"
"Where's your proof of that?" Draco snapped.
"I have some." Harry went to the kitchen and retrieved a bloody knife from the drawer. "Right here."
"What? You thinking of helping me along? I'm bound to die anyway, why should it matter if I'm murdered by Harry Potter tonight?"
"Draco."
"Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived and Killed. That sounds nice," Draco said, and the scariest part was, he meant it.
"I won't kill you, Draco. I wouldn't. I want the satisfactory of seeing you pitiful, under my spell. Because, undeniably, I
love you. I love you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco stared. His heart raced. One minute, Harry was telling him how much he wanted to kill him. The next, he was telling him
he loved him. "What should I believe? That you hate me or love me?"
"Believe the second one, Draco. Because it's the truth. I love you. I wouldn't kill you. I don't want to. I just want to hurt
you because you hurt me on the Internet. How should I go about doing this?" Harry circled Draco like a hawk circling its prey.
Draco whimpered.
"ANSWER ME!" Harry screamed, whipping his wand out of his pocket and pointing it at Draco's throat.
"I-I-"
"You don't know, do you?"
"No. No I don't."
"Well, I do."
"Harry, I'm sorry about Seamus. I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm JustAnotherDude0609. I lied to you and I impersonated Seamus.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him fuck me. I didn't know you were angry at me. I didn't know it hurt you." Draco let a tear slip
silently down his cheek.
"I know how I'm going to do it now. You just sit there and let me do this."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't know I was hurting you. I didn't-"
Draco never did finish. Harry had lifted him to his feet and covered Draco's mouth again, this time, forming a complete kiss
on his lips. Harry sucked on Draco's lower lip as he kissed, testing it with his tongue. Draco's knees grew weak and he
collapsed on the couch with Harry on top of him. The sensation was to crazy. He was kissing Harry Potter.
Harry caressed Draco's face as he kissed, longing for the feel of the other boy's smooth skin. He knew Draco wasn't believing
him, instead certain that this was a crazy man's way of torturing another. Harry knew he would never be able to prove to
Draco that he was serious, and he showed it by deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into Draco's mouth.
Draco moaned, grabbing Harry by the neck and pulling him down on him harder. Draco cried out when Harry bit down on his lips.
"So," Harry panted, sitting up. "That's your punishment. You hurt me, that's what you get."
"Maybe I should hurt you again," Draco whispered, "if that's the only way you'll ever kiss me like that."
Harry smiled and sat down next to Draco. He lifted him onto his lap and kissed the back of his neck. "You know . . ." he
whispered. "Some things hurt. But the punishments can be wonderful, can't they?"
"Yes," Draco whispered.
"I've wanted to do that ever since I saw you on the last day of school. But I wouldn't let myself believe it."
"I've wanted you to do that to me ever since our first day," Draco whispered, turning around and straddling Harry. "I felt
terrible when you rejected me when you met Weasley. You didn't want my friendship. You also didn't know how much I wanted
Harry Potter. My father hates you, and so do the rest of the Death Eaters. I knew that very well. When I first saw you, I
felt terrible for you. I wanted to save you from what was going to come. There seemed no reason why one so beautiful should
die. 'What did he ever do to deserve this hell?' I thought to myself. You seemed so innocent . . . so small and weak." Draco
let a few more tears slip down his cheeks. "I love your raven hair, Harry. And your emerald eyes."
Harry held Draco close to him and whispered softly in his ear, "I love you, Draco. You're enchanting. You're terrible, but in
an irresistible way."
"You think I'm terrible?"
"I do, because you hurt me. And it lasted, too. That's why I came back. I came back so we could resolve this. We could fight
about it, or we could . . . I came back for a reason, Draco. I came back for you."
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A/N: Well. They've confessed. Harry's a bit crazy, but that comes naturally for someone alone in a cabin with Draco. ^-^
Title: The Year in Review
Author: Draco Volatile
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, material, and logos belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot -if there is one- belongs to
me.
Summary: Harry feels incomplete after leaving Hogwarts. He writes to Draco to help him feel better.
WARNING: Major D/H slash ahead. Will be rated R later.
A/N: I know this is kinda late to tell you this, but here goes: Thoughts are separated by asterisks (**), as are emphasized
words. Hours and periods of time are separated by three asterisks (* * *) or this thing (as seen in 'Demonica'): ~*~.
Text of a chapter is separated from the title and my pointless rambling by this thing: ~*~*~. Kinda confusing? ^-^
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Chapter 12 - Harry's Arrival
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Draco trudged down the grassy hill, his hands in the pockets of his stolen leather jacket (A/N: ^-^). Hogsmeade was always so
inviting . . . But now, when Draco was cold and very alone, it seemed there was no where to go. Until he could get a job, he
wouldn't have any money.
At the bottom of the hill was a forest. Suddenly inspired, Draco's silver eyes lit up and he ran down at breakneck speed. As
there are in most cases, the forest had a path. Any other time, Draco would have thought nothing of it. This time, however,
he was grateful for it.
He followed the path deep into the forest until it finally ended on the doorstep of an abandoned cottage. The forest around
him was so thick he couldn't see his way back. The sky was dark and clouded, and since rain and night were both coming
rapidly, Draco decided to go inside.
The cottage was empty, with no sign of life. The floorboards creaked with his every step, but the couches weren't dusty and
the place seemed well-cared-for. It worked well enough. No one would find him there.
Draco collapsed on the couch and hugged a stiff pillow. He stared at the curtained window across the room and worked hard to
process all the thoughts that were flooding his mind.
His father had rejected him, Harry was gone for good, and now he would live a life of loneliness. Draco's silver eyes filled
with tears for himself. But he wasn't sad. He wasn't angry, either. It was an odd feeling . . . His heart was cold and his
body was numb, he felt like screaming and screaming . . . He felt like grabbing a knife and piercing his heart with it . . .
Draco jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen. He threw open a wooden drawer full of kitchen utensils. Most of the forks
and spoons had been taken, but a nice steak knife still remained. He grasped it by its wooden handle and aimed with great
care at his pale wrist. He stared hard at the vein that he wanted to puncture so badly. Draco slit his wrist carelessly and
watched the blood drip down onto the wooden floor. "Aww, shit . . ." He had missed the vein.
The red glistening blood remained on the floor. Draco had no desire to clean it, or his promising wound. He went back to the
couch, and, grasping his bleeding wrist, fell into a cold, dreamless sleep.
* * *
"I'll certainly be damned!" Lucius Malfoy howled angrily. "Another owl from Potter!" He tore the letter to pieces after
reading it. "Of course I don't know where that wretched Draco is!"
Narcissa Malfoy shook her head sadly and went back to reading the Daily Prophet.
"Why would dear old Potter care, anyway?" Mr. Malfoy raged. "Why would he want to know where Draco is? And why is he owling
me?!" Mr. Malfoy threw the screeching owl out the window. It hooted indignantly and flew out of sight.
* * *
"Well!" Harry exclaimed after yet another owl returned with no responding letter. "I'll go find him myself!"
Assuming Draco was long gone from the Malfoy manor, Harry decided not to go looking there. He Apparated to Hogsmeade to
search. If Draco wasn't at home, then he would be somewhere else. And that somewhere had to be Hogsmeade, the wizarding
village.
Harry walked into Honeydukes and bought himself a handful of Sugar Quills to suck on while he searched for Draco. While
paying for them at the counter, an idea came to him.
"Excuse me," he said to the witch at the counter, "have you seen a friend of mine here at all? His name is Draco Malfoy."
"What does he look like, dear?" the witch asked.
"He's got silver hair and silver eyes," Harry started. "He's small and kind of pale. Have you seen him here?"
"I've seen that Lucius Malfoy man outside earlier today," the witch said. "He was abusing this poor boy. . . . I expect it
was his son. He had the silver hair you mentioned."
"Where did he go?" Harry asked frantically.
"I saw him go up the hill, but I don't know where he went after that."
"Alright. Thank you, madam."
"Hurry along now, there's a line behind you."
"Oh, right . . ."
Harry put the bag in his robe pocket and hurried out of the candy shop. He ran to the hill and climbed it fervently, very
eager to find Draco. When he reached the top, he felt a raindrop on his cheek. He muttered an obscenity and ran down the
other side of the hill. If rain was coming, he had better find Draco soon.
He came to the forest and saw the path immediately. He also saw fresh footprints in the mud. Harry ran deep into the forest,
following the path. If someone was there, maybe they could help him find Draco.
The path ended at a cottage. There were no lights on inside, but the door had been left slightly ajar. Harry called inside,
"Hello? Anyone home?" No answer. He knocked and stood on the doorstep, waiting for an answer.
The rain began to fall. At first, there were only a few drops. But then it came down in cold sheets. Harry pushed the door
open and walked inside to dry off. The first thing he noticed was the back of the couch. He heard someone breathing lightly
on the other side. He walked over to see the person, and gasped, nearly jumping backwards at the sight.
It was Draco.
He was sleeping like an angel, his pale, smooth face serene as always. His lips were so inviting . . . It was all Harry could
do from covering them with his longing mouth. It was a wrong sensation, it felt dirty and nasty, but somehow . . .
someway . . . it was right. It was gay and wrong, but it was right.
Harry bent over and satisfied his urge, pressing his lips softly to Draco's. He never knew another man's lips could taste so
good. They were soft and smooth and very, very right. Harry pulled back, suddenly repulsed. This was Draco Malfoy he was
kissing, and he was Harry Potter. . . . It had to be the most wrong thing in the world.
Then, two piercing silver eyes stared back at Harry.
"Draco!"
"Harry!" Draco sat up and hugged Harry. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Since school ended," Harry muttered, hoping that Draco wouldn't-
"Were you *kissing* me?" Draco seemed repulsed by the prospect of being kissed by Harry Potter.
"No!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought you were unconscious. I was giving you CPR." It was lame, and he knew Draco wasn't believing
it.
"You're pathetic, Potter." Draco smiled evilly, displaying even, white teeth. "You kissed me and you know it. Felt bad for me,
did you?"
"Why would I feel bad for you?" Harry scoffed.
"Because I'm here all alone? How did you find me, anyway?"
"I asked around. I knew you'd be in Hogsmeade. And what can you tell me about being lonely? I've been lonely all my life."
"That's why you wrote to me."
"Yeah."
"You should have done so much sooner."
"Think so?" Harry managed a weak smile.
"Yes I do. Although I don't think I would have written back."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Well, that explains a lot!" Harry was growing frustrated. And the emotions were building up to the point where he couldn't
take it a moment longer. His heart burned, it ached, it screamed for attention. He pushed the prospect of a neglected heart
aside and tried to think nothing about it. But it nagged and nagged . . . His anger boiled over and he couldn't take it
anymore.
"SEAMUS! HOW COULD YOU, DRACO? HOW COULD YOU, WHEN YOU KNEW THE DIRTY, SHITTY TRUTH?!" Harry's eyes filled with tears, but he
ignored them. He was secretly amused and pleased by the confused expression on Draco's face, and he felt terrible for it.
"What truth, Harry?"
"Draco, you filthy piece of . . . of . . ."
Draco stared at Harry, his silver eyes wide with surprise. "Wh-what?"
"You stupid prat! You hurt me and you don't care! You're a devil, Draco! You're a demon! You should be damned right to hell!
You should suffer and burn in the flames and rot just like you should have done a long time ago. I hate you! I hate the way
you smirk at me. I hate the way you push me around. I hate the way you make fun of my friends. I hate the way you're so damn
perfect! I hate the way I love you!"
"What kind of sense does that make?" Draco said more to himself than to Harry. "What are you trying to tell me? That you . . .
that you . . . *love* me?"
Harry shook his head so roughly that his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose. "How could anyone, Draco?" His voice was
cold and savage. He saw Draco in front of him recoil and shiver.
"Harry . . ."
"Draco! You shouldn't. You don't deserve. You only harm."
"I don't understand you!" Draco said, his voice an octave higher than usual.
"You've ruined me, Draco. Don't you see what I've become? A rambling, crazy fool! You've done this to me!" Harry grabbed Draco
violently by his shoulders and pulled him off the couch. "I hate you! Hate! Hate! Hate!" Harry threw Draco to the floor, and
screamed loudly for no particular reason. He then threw himself to the floor beside the other man and sobbed.
"Are you suffering some emotional breakdown?" Draco asked shrilly. "Because you're scaring me."
Harry looked up and returned to normal. His craziness ended and he touched Draco's arm. "You're bleeding."
"I know."
Harry lifted Draco's limp wrist and held it to his heart. "I don't know how this happened to you, and I'm not going to ask."
"Thank you," Draco muttered.
"I'm sorry."
"You were insane. You were yelling all sorts of crazy stuff. You said you hated the way you loved me. Is it true?" A hurt
look came over Draco. "No one's ever loved me before. And if you do, or did, please don't let it be true that you've lost
your love for me."
"Who said I loved you?"
"You did." Draco's voice cracked, as though he were going to cry.
"Who said I meant it?"
"N-No one."
"Who said I *didn't* mean it?"
Draco was silent at this.
"Well?"
"Did you mean it?" Draco looked up at the dark-haired man sadly.
"I came back for you, didn't I? There must have been something."
"Tell me what it was."
"I wanted you." Harry sighed and began the unrehearsed speech that he had wanted Draco to hear for so long. "You make me
sick, Draco. You're perfect. You're beautiful. I want to grab your neck and strangle you until there's nothing left. And I'm
sorry I'm so unstable. I can't help it. I see you, and I go insane. You're everything I know I want and can't have. Have you
ever felt that way about someone? Have you ever wanted to kill someone, watch them die, listen to their pleading cries, just
because you love them? I want to kill you, Draco. But I don't want you dead. I don't know if that makes sense to you. In fact,
I'm sure it doesn't. But it makes sense to me, because I know. I know about death, murder, torture. I know what it's like to
be lost, cold, and alone. I know how much it hurts to be abandoned and abused. And I can't stand it anymore. I've lived this
way for eighteen years, and that's all I know. You don't know. You never will."
Draco let out a ragged sob.
"But then . . . it seems you do know." Harry lifted Draco's wrist and looked it over. "This is no ordinary cut, Draco. You
did this yourself, didn't you?"
"Where's your proof of that?" Draco snapped.
"I have some." Harry went to the kitchen and retrieved a bloody knife from the drawer. "Right here."
"What? You thinking of helping me along? I'm bound to die anyway, why should it matter if I'm murdered by Harry Potter tonight?"
"Draco."
"Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived and Killed. That sounds nice," Draco said, and the scariest part was, he meant it.
"I won't kill you, Draco. I wouldn't. I want the satisfactory of seeing you pitiful, under my spell. Because, undeniably, I
love you. I love you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco stared. His heart raced. One minute, Harry was telling him how much he wanted to kill him. The next, he was telling him
he loved him. "What should I believe? That you hate me or love me?"
"Believe the second one, Draco. Because it's the truth. I love you. I wouldn't kill you. I don't want to. I just want to hurt
you because you hurt me on the Internet. How should I go about doing this?" Harry circled Draco like a hawk circling its prey.
Draco whimpered.
"ANSWER ME!" Harry screamed, whipping his wand out of his pocket and pointing it at Draco's throat.
"I-I-"
"You don't know, do you?"
"No. No I don't."
"Well, I do."
"Harry, I'm sorry about Seamus. I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm JustAnotherDude0609. I lied to you and I impersonated Seamus.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him fuck me. I didn't know you were angry at me. I didn't know it hurt you." Draco let a tear slip
silently down his cheek.
"I know how I'm going to do it now. You just sit there and let me do this."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I didn't know I was hurting you. I didn't-"
Draco never did finish. Harry had lifted him to his feet and covered Draco's mouth again, this time, forming a complete kiss
on his lips. Harry sucked on Draco's lower lip as he kissed, testing it with his tongue. Draco's knees grew weak and he
collapsed on the couch with Harry on top of him. The sensation was to crazy. He was kissing Harry Potter.
Harry caressed Draco's face as he kissed, longing for the feel of the other boy's smooth skin. He knew Draco wasn't believing
him, instead certain that this was a crazy man's way of torturing another. Harry knew he would never be able to prove to
Draco that he was serious, and he showed it by deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into Draco's mouth.
Draco moaned, grabbing Harry by the neck and pulling him down on him harder. Draco cried out when Harry bit down on his lips.
"So," Harry panted, sitting up. "That's your punishment. You hurt me, that's what you get."
"Maybe I should hurt you again," Draco whispered, "if that's the only way you'll ever kiss me like that."
Harry smiled and sat down next to Draco. He lifted him onto his lap and kissed the back of his neck. "You know . . ." he
whispered. "Some things hurt. But the punishments can be wonderful, can't they?"
"Yes," Draco whispered.
"I've wanted to do that ever since I saw you on the last day of school. But I wouldn't let myself believe it."
"I've wanted you to do that to me ever since our first day," Draco whispered, turning around and straddling Harry. "I felt
terrible when you rejected me when you met Weasley. You didn't want my friendship. You also didn't know how much I wanted
Harry Potter. My father hates you, and so do the rest of the Death Eaters. I knew that very well. When I first saw you, I
felt terrible for you. I wanted to save you from what was going to come. There seemed no reason why one so beautiful should
die. 'What did he ever do to deserve this hell?' I thought to myself. You seemed so innocent . . . so small and weak." Draco
let a few more tears slip down his cheeks. "I love your raven hair, Harry. And your emerald eyes."
Harry held Draco close to him and whispered softly in his ear, "I love you, Draco. You're enchanting. You're terrible, but in
an irresistible way."
"You think I'm terrible?"
"I do, because you hurt me. And it lasted, too. That's why I came back. I came back so we could resolve this. We could fight
about it, or we could . . . I came back for a reason, Draco. I came back for you."
~*~*~
A/N: Well. They've confessed. Harry's a bit crazy, but that comes naturally for someone alone in a cabin with Draco. ^-^
