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A/N Er really cute (in mine and my friends opinions * waves and Veni and Vampiress99)
Not really much of a warning, a touch of angst maybe. Oh and a swear word. (Maybe more than one I can't remember)
Oh and the poem quoted in it is Roger McGough's (sorry if I spelt it wrong I'm too lazy to go and check) "Nocturne"
'Cause I thought it suited all their inner demons.
1 Vision
By Rowena S
8
Pain, Poems and Problems.
Draco stormed it the direction of the library fuming at himself.
//Stupid. Stupid, stupid Stupid! // He mentally chided himself, //of all the people in Hogwarts I had to bump into him! Shit //
He went into the library and sat down in a corner on his own.
//Why did I come here? // He asked himself scowling; ever since the fateful match he had avoided the library like the plague. He sat for a while hidden by the tall shelves, wishing he could still read. He had always enjoyed reading. Even Muggle books when he got the chance.
He leant back listening to the quiet murmurs of the meagre amount of pupils milling around. It must have been about half and hour later that he heard it. Harry's voice, a low muttering, but it was what he was muttering that attracted Draco's attention. It was a poem by some famous Muggle writer. Draco had always loved the poem because it hit close to home. Draco followed the voice, and "peering" through a gap in the bookcase he saw a raven blur hunched over a brown blur. Harry was reading aloud and Draco could tell by the uncertain pauses he was trying to memorise it. Draco, listening to the delicious voice that sent little sparks down his spine recite the words he knew so well.
1.1 " I suffer during darkness…
A thousand… bludgeonings,
See blood everywhere,
How…my… poor heart,
Dreads the.. Night,
Shift I wear,
A smear of sweat,
Like a…like a…"
Harry struggled but persevered.
"Moist plaster cast,
Adrift in..a…monstered sea.
Those actors who…
Who…."
Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. He then got the distinct impression that someone was watching him. He looked up and had to practically stop himself from gazing at Draco.
"Malfoy," spat Harry, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Listening" said Draco coolly,
Harry blushed "Well- get lost I'm not going to fight anyone before Christmas."
"Whatever." Smirked Draco.
"Fuck off Malfoy," snarled Harry annoyed and embarrassed.
"Fine" said Draco, but just before he passed Harry he bent down next to the Gryffindor's ear. Harry bit his lip in embarrassment feeling the sudden warmth and trying to keep himself under control.
//Go Away!!//he begged mentally. It was all he could do to stop himself diving on the boy.
"I think you'll find the next line is,
Those Actors who scar so well in your nightmares,
Have all practiced first on me."
And Draco was gone, Harry touched his ear- it felt deliciously warm from Draco's breath. He looked in the book and sure enough Draco had been right.
//What was that all about? //
Was the main thought floating in Harry's mind.
Quickly Harry followed the Slytherin boy out of the door burning with curiosity.
-
Draco marched along one of the narrower corridors- a shortcut to the Slytherin common room grinning.
Whilst he had been listening to Harry something had struck him
// Before I couldn't even be friends with Harry, because I was a Malfoy and he is the great Harry Potter. But I'm NOT A MALFOY any more. Whilst his friends are away maybe… just maybe… I can make him my friend. I've never had a proper friend before. //
"Draco- wait?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks- he knew that voice // did he just call me Draco? //
Unfortunately a dull throbbing behind his temples informed him it was time for his tablet and wasn't about to show anyone that little secret. He was about to walk away when he felt someone grab his arm.
"Draco Wait!! I just want to talk to you for a sec' "
Draco pulled away and did not turn, "Sorry. Not now." He said keeping his voice level and emotionless.
"When?" Draco spun round.
Regrettably a little too quickly the throbbing in his head built and the coloured blurs swam before him. He knew he was going to fall but then- he felt Harry's strong arms supporting him. Draco gasped for air to try and crush the nauseous feeling in his stomach.
"Draco? What's wrong? Answer me!"
Harry asked, panicked.
Draco reached in his pocket…
-
Harry's eyes widened as he saw Draco pull out a small brown bottle, flip open the lid and pull out a small, chalky white tablet, swallowing it. Harry just stood numbly holding Draco up. He had no idea what exactly was happening but considering the boy of his dreams was in his arms all he cared about was easing away whatever was wrong.
A few seconds later Draco stood up straight,
"Are you-" Harry began but he found himself finned to the wall by his robes,
"If you tell a soul about this Potter," snarled Draco "I swear Voldemort will be the least of your worries."
With that Draco disappeared down the corridor leaving Harry alone, Harry's eyes filled with tears
//I can't believe I was stupid enough to get my hopes up! I should've known nobody ever changes that much, especially not Malfoy. //
And- all thoughts of following his heart diminished Harry made his way to his room and threw himself dejectedly on his bed.
A/N Er really cute (in mine and my friends opinions * waves and Veni and Vampiress99)
Not really much of a warning, a touch of angst maybe. Oh and a swear word. (Maybe more than one I can't remember)
Oh and the poem quoted in it is Roger McGough's (sorry if I spelt it wrong I'm too lazy to go and check) "Nocturne"
'Cause I thought it suited all their inner demons.
1 Vision
By Rowena S
8
Pain, Poems and Problems.
Draco stormed it the direction of the library fuming at himself.
//Stupid. Stupid, stupid Stupid! // He mentally chided himself, //of all the people in Hogwarts I had to bump into him! Shit //
He went into the library and sat down in a corner on his own.
//Why did I come here? // He asked himself scowling; ever since the fateful match he had avoided the library like the plague. He sat for a while hidden by the tall shelves, wishing he could still read. He had always enjoyed reading. Even Muggle books when he got the chance.
He leant back listening to the quiet murmurs of the meagre amount of pupils milling around. It must have been about half and hour later that he heard it. Harry's voice, a low muttering, but it was what he was muttering that attracted Draco's attention. It was a poem by some famous Muggle writer. Draco had always loved the poem because it hit close to home. Draco followed the voice, and "peering" through a gap in the bookcase he saw a raven blur hunched over a brown blur. Harry was reading aloud and Draco could tell by the uncertain pauses he was trying to memorise it. Draco, listening to the delicious voice that sent little sparks down his spine recite the words he knew so well.
1.1 " I suffer during darkness…
A thousand… bludgeonings,
See blood everywhere,
How…my… poor heart,
Dreads the.. Night,
Shift I wear,
A smear of sweat,
Like a…like a…"
Harry struggled but persevered.
"Moist plaster cast,
Adrift in..a…monstered sea.
Those actors who…
Who…."
Harry threw up his hands in exasperation. He then got the distinct impression that someone was watching him. He looked up and had to practically stop himself from gazing at Draco.
"Malfoy," spat Harry, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Listening" said Draco coolly,
Harry blushed "Well- get lost I'm not going to fight anyone before Christmas."
"Whatever." Smirked Draco.
"Fuck off Malfoy," snarled Harry annoyed and embarrassed.
"Fine" said Draco, but just before he passed Harry he bent down next to the Gryffindor's ear. Harry bit his lip in embarrassment feeling the sudden warmth and trying to keep himself under control.
//Go Away!!//he begged mentally. It was all he could do to stop himself diving on the boy.
"I think you'll find the next line is,
Those Actors who scar so well in your nightmares,
Have all practiced first on me."
And Draco was gone, Harry touched his ear- it felt deliciously warm from Draco's breath. He looked in the book and sure enough Draco had been right.
//What was that all about? //
Was the main thought floating in Harry's mind.
Quickly Harry followed the Slytherin boy out of the door burning with curiosity.
-
Draco marched along one of the narrower corridors- a shortcut to the Slytherin common room grinning.
Whilst he had been listening to Harry something had struck him
// Before I couldn't even be friends with Harry, because I was a Malfoy and he is the great Harry Potter. But I'm NOT A MALFOY any more. Whilst his friends are away maybe… just maybe… I can make him my friend. I've never had a proper friend before. //
"Draco- wait?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks- he knew that voice // did he just call me Draco? //
Unfortunately a dull throbbing behind his temples informed him it was time for his tablet and wasn't about to show anyone that little secret. He was about to walk away when he felt someone grab his arm.
"Draco Wait!! I just want to talk to you for a sec' "
Draco pulled away and did not turn, "Sorry. Not now." He said keeping his voice level and emotionless.
"When?" Draco spun round.
Regrettably a little too quickly the throbbing in his head built and the coloured blurs swam before him. He knew he was going to fall but then- he felt Harry's strong arms supporting him. Draco gasped for air to try and crush the nauseous feeling in his stomach.
"Draco? What's wrong? Answer me!"
Harry asked, panicked.
Draco reached in his pocket…
-
Harry's eyes widened as he saw Draco pull out a small brown bottle, flip open the lid and pull out a small, chalky white tablet, swallowing it. Harry just stood numbly holding Draco up. He had no idea what exactly was happening but considering the boy of his dreams was in his arms all he cared about was easing away whatever was wrong.
A few seconds later Draco stood up straight,
"Are you-" Harry began but he found himself finned to the wall by his robes,
"If you tell a soul about this Potter," snarled Draco "I swear Voldemort will be the least of your worries."
With that Draco disappeared down the corridor leaving Harry alone, Harry's eyes filled with tears
//I can't believe I was stupid enough to get my hopes up! I should've known nobody ever changes that much, especially not Malfoy. //
And- all thoughts of following his heart diminished Harry made his way to his room and threw himself dejectedly on his bed.