Title: You Hurt Me
Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, and of course...^^ Slash! If yah don't like it...Don't cry to me. Bipolar!Harry
Pairing: Draco/Harry...And some really brief Crabe/Goyle mentions. Yucky...I know. But. It's necessary!
A/N: This is based off a role-play. I, the author, played Draco Malfoy. It switches off from each boy's point of view, starting with Draco. Forgive me if the characters seem strange and odd, or OOC...these are our interpretations! Nyaah! :P
Chapter 1: Fight For Your Right...To Take Pictures.
Yes. This chapter involves Harry flipping out. And Draco getting very stressed out. Plus a fight.
Thank you to Lady Guena, my first reviewer. You are the bestest best best person ever! This for for youuuuuu! ^_^
"Where are going? Go to Pomphrey, or you'll get an infection." Harry asked.
He was very careful to speak in a tone that was very neutral. Not commanding, but not very very concerned or caring. Just sort of natural good-meaning sounding. He hadn't heard the comment about the Bastard- had he; he might be saying something very different. And his face? Also very neutral- sort of innocent looking, maybe cute, or if one chose to interpret it so, stupid
"Oh shove it, Potter. I'll be fine. They're just little cuts. Don't try to seem like your concerned. It doesn't gain points in my book. I can see through you." Draco replied bitterly.
He didn't believe those words. Or that look. And he forced himself to look away. He hated self-sacrifice. He'd almost done it for the other. Given a little piece of him away to someone he barely knew and yet knew so well. Pain was all he felt at this moment. And extreme confusion. This caused him to grip his broom tighter, blood dripping.
"It's.... a gash." Was again spoken by Harry in a neutral tone.
Just the facts, Sir. You can say they're cuts, but it's bigger then a cut so therefore it's a gash. It's logical, see? No love or hate or personal opinion involved.
"I. Don't. Care. It doesn't hurt. I'm not crying. Go back inside already! You're really bothering me!".
He was... Enraged now. Cheeks tinged pink with anger as he threw the broom down, fists clenching. Would he have to pick him up and physically move him? Now was not they time to be in his presence. So much was plaguing his mind.
"Okay..."
Although he tried to remain rather calm and meek and neutral throughout the whole thing, he slipped up here- he voice no longer sounded so plain and simple, but there was diffidently a...deflated quality to it. Kind of hurt, almost. And a little scared. Not the Draco would hurt him- if there were ever one who not naturally physical it was Malfoy. But that was it. People can hurt with physical strength He busied himself with looking over the camera to check if anything happened to it one's it's trip in the thorn plant, head down. He seemed to have finally "Left Draco Alone".
His chest puffed out at that. But he wanted that Camera. There was no trust now. Herbology...God. He didn't remember any assignment involving photos and bushes. So before Potter would physically depart, he reached out and yanked the camera from his grasp as he checked it. "When I develop the photos, you can have it back." He sneered at this. Oh shit, Draco you're only going to get yourself in more trouble. But was he really caring? Nah. Time for a little pay back for marring his pretty flesh.
Harry wasn't excepting something like this. No warnings, no protests, no nothing- the second Draco pulling that camera out of his hands, Harry physically lunged after it with enough force to knock both of them down. And he did.
Ha. He knew it! Harry was taking pictures of him. Otherwise it probably would have just been a verbal argument over the camera.
"Argh!" He yelped as they hit the ground.
Draco was doing his best to keep the Camera from Harry. He wasn't going to give it up that easily.
Too bad, because by the time they had hit the ground, Harry had wrapped his arms around the camera with more grip then leech around a leg of an unfortunate victim. He head was painfully buried in Draco's clothes with no option to breath, but that was okay. As long as he had some sort of grip on that camera, it was okay even if he was dead.
"Grr. D-don't give up...do yah...? Suppose you wouldn't...since these are pictures of me, after all..." Draco smirked through clenched teeth.
He thought that comment was very smart sounding... a bit muffled as they rolled around in the power struggle. Harry was so...close. No! Don't think about it... that would not help him win anyway by imagining how much closer the two of them could be.
His mind, on the hand, was now focus on one object, on desire, one thing: the camera. He fought to maintain his death grip, painfully lifting head for a second to take a ultra-fast breath and letting snap once again into a position that was natural for it...going back to no-breathing zone. Through that, a sort of muffled shriek could be heard. The actually words, though, could not be made out.
"G-gah..." The blonde devil rasped.
The shriek had frightened him a bit... it sounded as if he had hurt Harry. Why should he not be happy about that, though? His grip was getting looser... bad bad bad. Potter wouldn't win. He couldn't Why did he always have to win!? It made him want to cry... knowing how pathetic he was... Harry could feel Draco's heart racing obviously, his eyes clenching closed as the struggle continued. Hopefully no one would see this.
The only he had been trying to say there was 'Never!!! IT'S MINE!!!!' But this seemed to be getting nowhere. He suddenly let go, and twisted himself over so he could use one of his rams to pin down Draco's legs. At the same time, he planted one of his feet on Draco's Chin pushed back. It's wasn't as though he was kicking it, but more like forcing his neck into an uncomfortable position. And with his hands on the camera, Malfoy was virtually defenseless. You don't live with Dudley for ten years and not learn something about self-defense. Then, he quickly used he free hand to give the camera good, hard tug- luckily, Draco was so confused and shocked by what just happened this might work.
Stuck. And boy it hurt. The position he'd been forced in had happened so fast. His muscles froze up, eyes opened wide, gleaming like mercury, hair was all-askew now. And he had no breath, gasping slightly. Sweat was slightly evident on his forehead. And his eyes looked... a bit watery. Defeat. It crushed him like a ton of bricks... once again losing to the perfect child.
"...Fuck...." was all he murmured.
Such a dirty mouth. He was sad... very mad all at once... and for obvious reasons. Finally, he could no longer hold on, and the camera slipped from his grasp, smacking into Harry's face.
The camera flew too him much faster then he except, and had some nice fun beating him in face, and once again shocking him backward, this time off of Draco. He once again put a death grip around, smiling euphoric in spite of the blood dripping from his nose. His eyes had an eerie, glazed, I'm-on-Speed look.
Whoa. That was a strange version of Harry. When he was freed he quickly stood up... blood smeared on his clothes... and his cuts reopened look quite nasty. But that wasn't what he was focused on...That look about the Boy Who Lived. And his next choice of words was... really strange in themselves.
"...I'm sorry, Harry...Are you alright...?"
His neck whipped around to face Draco. Fast. Too fast. One could almost here the bones cracking in his neck and upper torso. A few drops of blood
Flew from his face and splattered against bottom of Draco's robes- the other may have stood up, but he was still on his knees.
"Wha? I'm fine. Oh, sorry about that...." He still had that nasty LSD grin, and his voice sounded strange, as though he was talking through his nose.
"Egh! Potter!..."
The hair on his body stood on edge at that noise. It was... disgusting.
"...What the fuck is up with you? You look like you're... on...well..drugs." Spoke a very shocked Slytherin.
Draco had no idea as to why he was speaking in such a weird tone... God he was a strange boy. But so was Draco.
But "Potter" was already, having jumped up the instant Draco had a made a move. He was now bounding in a straight line to the Hogwarts castle, screaming,
"IT'S MINE!!! YOU CAN"T HAVE IT!!! MINE, MINE, MINE!!!! ALL MINE!!!"
...Holy Christ what happened to this boy!? Was actually what he was thinking. It was only a mild scuffle over a camera. And now he was acting as though he was a few cakes shy of a bakery. Was Draco the wonderful cause of all this? No better ways to find out then follow him. And that's exactly what he did. Draco rushed after him.
"Harry! Harry wait up!!" He cried out.
If heard him, he certainty wasn't going to do that. He continued running, yelling back something about Draco's ancestors wearing polyester.
Polyester. Well. He didn't have any memories of that...But he wasn't going to give up. And Draco wasn't slow... he'd catch up with Harry and grab him and haul him off to the hospital wing as soon a he could. Something was... extremely wrong now. And was Draco worried? Fuck yes...
"Harry!!!"
He didn't stop running, but he did really acknowledge Draco this time. By screaming "Lucy! I'm home!!" as loud as he could before abruptly halting in front of the school door, one hand thrust out grandly, ready to pull it open.
And this is the end of Chapter 2! Woo! Aren't you all excited?! What will Draco do? What the hell is wrong with Harry anyways? And do Draco's ancestors really wear polyester? Uhm. I don't know. TBC. Weirdo. God. Review, Please! Ok. Byeee! -RZ
Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, and of course...^^ Slash! If yah don't like it...Don't cry to me. Bipolar!Harry
Pairing: Draco/Harry...And some really brief Crabe/Goyle mentions. Yucky...I know. But. It's necessary!
A/N: This is based off a role-play. I, the author, played Draco Malfoy. It switches off from each boy's point of view, starting with Draco. Forgive me if the characters seem strange and odd, or OOC...these are our interpretations! Nyaah! :P
Chapter 1: Fight For Your Right...To Take Pictures.
Yes. This chapter involves Harry flipping out. And Draco getting very stressed out. Plus a fight.
Thank you to Lady Guena, my first reviewer. You are the bestest best best person ever! This for for youuuuuu! ^_^
"Where are going? Go to Pomphrey, or you'll get an infection." Harry asked.
He was very careful to speak in a tone that was very neutral. Not commanding, but not very very concerned or caring. Just sort of natural good-meaning sounding. He hadn't heard the comment about the Bastard- had he; he might be saying something very different. And his face? Also very neutral- sort of innocent looking, maybe cute, or if one chose to interpret it so, stupid
"Oh shove it, Potter. I'll be fine. They're just little cuts. Don't try to seem like your concerned. It doesn't gain points in my book. I can see through you." Draco replied bitterly.
He didn't believe those words. Or that look. And he forced himself to look away. He hated self-sacrifice. He'd almost done it for the other. Given a little piece of him away to someone he barely knew and yet knew so well. Pain was all he felt at this moment. And extreme confusion. This caused him to grip his broom tighter, blood dripping.
"It's.... a gash." Was again spoken by Harry in a neutral tone.
Just the facts, Sir. You can say they're cuts, but it's bigger then a cut so therefore it's a gash. It's logical, see? No love or hate or personal opinion involved.
"I. Don't. Care. It doesn't hurt. I'm not crying. Go back inside already! You're really bothering me!".
He was... Enraged now. Cheeks tinged pink with anger as he threw the broom down, fists clenching. Would he have to pick him up and physically move him? Now was not they time to be in his presence. So much was plaguing his mind.
"Okay..."
Although he tried to remain rather calm and meek and neutral throughout the whole thing, he slipped up here- he voice no longer sounded so plain and simple, but there was diffidently a...deflated quality to it. Kind of hurt, almost. And a little scared. Not the Draco would hurt him- if there were ever one who not naturally physical it was Malfoy. But that was it. People can hurt with physical strength He busied himself with looking over the camera to check if anything happened to it one's it's trip in the thorn plant, head down. He seemed to have finally "Left Draco Alone".
His chest puffed out at that. But he wanted that Camera. There was no trust now. Herbology...God. He didn't remember any assignment involving photos and bushes. So before Potter would physically depart, he reached out and yanked the camera from his grasp as he checked it. "When I develop the photos, you can have it back." He sneered at this. Oh shit, Draco you're only going to get yourself in more trouble. But was he really caring? Nah. Time for a little pay back for marring his pretty flesh.
Harry wasn't excepting something like this. No warnings, no protests, no nothing- the second Draco pulling that camera out of his hands, Harry physically lunged after it with enough force to knock both of them down. And he did.
Ha. He knew it! Harry was taking pictures of him. Otherwise it probably would have just been a verbal argument over the camera.
"Argh!" He yelped as they hit the ground.
Draco was doing his best to keep the Camera from Harry. He wasn't going to give it up that easily.
Too bad, because by the time they had hit the ground, Harry had wrapped his arms around the camera with more grip then leech around a leg of an unfortunate victim. He head was painfully buried in Draco's clothes with no option to breath, but that was okay. As long as he had some sort of grip on that camera, it was okay even if he was dead.
"Grr. D-don't give up...do yah...? Suppose you wouldn't...since these are pictures of me, after all..." Draco smirked through clenched teeth.
He thought that comment was very smart sounding... a bit muffled as they rolled around in the power struggle. Harry was so...close. No! Don't think about it... that would not help him win anyway by imagining how much closer the two of them could be.
His mind, on the hand, was now focus on one object, on desire, one thing: the camera. He fought to maintain his death grip, painfully lifting head for a second to take a ultra-fast breath and letting snap once again into a position that was natural for it...going back to no-breathing zone. Through that, a sort of muffled shriek could be heard. The actually words, though, could not be made out.
"G-gah..." The blonde devil rasped.
The shriek had frightened him a bit... it sounded as if he had hurt Harry. Why should he not be happy about that, though? His grip was getting looser... bad bad bad. Potter wouldn't win. He couldn't Why did he always have to win!? It made him want to cry... knowing how pathetic he was... Harry could feel Draco's heart racing obviously, his eyes clenching closed as the struggle continued. Hopefully no one would see this.
The only he had been trying to say there was 'Never!!! IT'S MINE!!!!' But this seemed to be getting nowhere. He suddenly let go, and twisted himself over so he could use one of his rams to pin down Draco's legs. At the same time, he planted one of his feet on Draco's Chin pushed back. It's wasn't as though he was kicking it, but more like forcing his neck into an uncomfortable position. And with his hands on the camera, Malfoy was virtually defenseless. You don't live with Dudley for ten years and not learn something about self-defense. Then, he quickly used he free hand to give the camera good, hard tug- luckily, Draco was so confused and shocked by what just happened this might work.
Stuck. And boy it hurt. The position he'd been forced in had happened so fast. His muscles froze up, eyes opened wide, gleaming like mercury, hair was all-askew now. And he had no breath, gasping slightly. Sweat was slightly evident on his forehead. And his eyes looked... a bit watery. Defeat. It crushed him like a ton of bricks... once again losing to the perfect child.
"...Fuck...." was all he murmured.
Such a dirty mouth. He was sad... very mad all at once... and for obvious reasons. Finally, he could no longer hold on, and the camera slipped from his grasp, smacking into Harry's face.
The camera flew too him much faster then he except, and had some nice fun beating him in face, and once again shocking him backward, this time off of Draco. He once again put a death grip around, smiling euphoric in spite of the blood dripping from his nose. His eyes had an eerie, glazed, I'm-on-Speed look.
Whoa. That was a strange version of Harry. When he was freed he quickly stood up... blood smeared on his clothes... and his cuts reopened look quite nasty. But that wasn't what he was focused on...That look about the Boy Who Lived. And his next choice of words was... really strange in themselves.
"...I'm sorry, Harry...Are you alright...?"
His neck whipped around to face Draco. Fast. Too fast. One could almost here the bones cracking in his neck and upper torso. A few drops of blood
Flew from his face and splattered against bottom of Draco's robes- the other may have stood up, but he was still on his knees.
"Wha? I'm fine. Oh, sorry about that...." He still had that nasty LSD grin, and his voice sounded strange, as though he was talking through his nose.
"Egh! Potter!..."
The hair on his body stood on edge at that noise. It was... disgusting.
"...What the fuck is up with you? You look like you're... on...well..drugs." Spoke a very shocked Slytherin.
Draco had no idea as to why he was speaking in such a weird tone... God he was a strange boy. But so was Draco.
But "Potter" was already, having jumped up the instant Draco had a made a move. He was now bounding in a straight line to the Hogwarts castle, screaming,
"IT'S MINE!!! YOU CAN"T HAVE IT!!! MINE, MINE, MINE!!!! ALL MINE!!!"
...Holy Christ what happened to this boy!? Was actually what he was thinking. It was only a mild scuffle over a camera. And now he was acting as though he was a few cakes shy of a bakery. Was Draco the wonderful cause of all this? No better ways to find out then follow him. And that's exactly what he did. Draco rushed after him.
"Harry! Harry wait up!!" He cried out.
If heard him, he certainty wasn't going to do that. He continued running, yelling back something about Draco's ancestors wearing polyester.
Polyester. Well. He didn't have any memories of that...But he wasn't going to give up. And Draco wasn't slow... he'd catch up with Harry and grab him and haul him off to the hospital wing as soon a he could. Something was... extremely wrong now. And was Draco worried? Fuck yes...
"Harry!!!"
He didn't stop running, but he did really acknowledge Draco this time. By screaming "Lucy! I'm home!!" as loud as he could before abruptly halting in front of the school door, one hand thrust out grandly, ready to pull it open.
And this is the end of Chapter 2! Woo! Aren't you all excited?! What will Draco do? What the hell is wrong with Harry anyways? And do Draco's ancestors really wear polyester? Uhm. I don't know. TBC. Weirdo. God. Review, Please! Ok. Byeee! -RZ