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 3: Peanuts In My Teeth
The Fight goes on a little...Elbowing...Talks of starvation...and Force-feeding! Oh yes. Draco kinda, sorta, admits his love. Eh-heh.
Two New wonderful reviewers! I love you I love you! And Night Walker. I was not the one that deemed Harry Bipolar. His role-player did, and I haven't talked to her in a while. I'm sorry if I've offended you in anyway. If you have any suggestions for me...I'd really appreciate it! Thanks for liking my story otherwise!
Snatch! Harry was not going to be allowed inside without Draco escorting him. Harry could feel two arms grab him around the waist, and pull him in close, pressing him up against his chest forcefully. "Stop! Harry! Hold still! Calm down! Please!!" He felt horrible... and like this was actually his fault...
He responded by babbling something along the lines of "...You'll never take me alive!!!!!" and wildly waving arms. His nose seemed to have stopped bleeding, at the very least, although his face and the top of his robes still had the blood from the bleeding on it. Basically it was too much Endorphins at the same time...combined with the adrenaline from the thing with Draco on the ground, plus more from running like a maniac.
"...This is going to hurt me more then it's going to hurt you!!.... I think..." Draco stated.
And with that... he smacked Harry upside the head with all the power he could fathom. After the blow he re gripped the boy, so as he could not fall and get himself anymore dirty then he already was.
And good deal help that did. Draco's bony little arms probably couldn't muster the strength to splat a fly. However, the pointy bone did the trick. Harry stopped squirming and stopped to grasp his skull in a few seconds of pure agony before turning around looking at Draco with the forming of a tear in one eye-
"Do you ever eat?..." He sobbed weakly.
"...Yes! Harry...Come on...y-you need to go to the hospital Wing...s-something's wrong with you.." The Slytherin stuttered.
Fuck...Don't cry don't cry...he was thinking that so much... he actually said it aloud...
"Don't cry..! Please..."
One arm was loped around his waist still, and the other pulled a handkerchief from his robes, dapping Harry's bright green eyes just a bit...plus wiping off some of the drying blood.
"What the hell are you talking about? I was just having a little fun...but this..." The injured one murmured.
He slowly slipped down the wall until he was sitting and let a tear slid down his face
"I guess it makes sense, eh? I break your neck, you crack my skull..."
"H-harry..I'm sorry.. I was only...trying to stop you... you were...You were running around like a mad man! Please..let's go up to the hospital wing! We're both hurt now..come on!" Draco tried to sound reasonable.
"...I think the night air is screwing up your brain."
He was no longer talking in the painful voice, although he was still sort of sniffling.
"Do you know what they'll do to us?! Both us look like we've beat the snot out of each other, and to top that off we should have both been asleep...oh, God knows how long ago!! We go in now, I can guarantee you we'll be seeing the wall of Flinch's office from the inside out." Came the frantic raving from Harry. He finally stood, taking car to lift his head carefully, speaking in same manner- I don't know about you, but I'm staying out here. 'Morrow's Saturday, anyway.
He didn't know if he wanted to beat the boy senseless or hug him and cry into his chest. he was.. normal..Again? He thought? "H-harry.." He'd been saying his first name a lot. And what sucked more was... he knew Harry was totally oblivious. To everything. how he felt..
."..All right. I-I'll stay out here...Do I have to leave you alone?..I promise..no more fights..I'm really sorry...I just...got mad and...fuck.."
It was the first time he'd called him other then "Potter". He'd been kidding about the night air thing, but it seemed he had been right, after all.
"Okay...but.."
He stood up and put his hand on the other's shoulder and gently pushed him in the opposite direction from himself, so the Draco couldn't see him unless he turned around.
"Do me a favor okay?... just...stay like that for a minute. Don't turn around." He asked as nicely as he could.
With that, he let go, and the sound of him sitting down was heard. Sitting down, and pulling knees up.
"O-Ok...?"
He was frozen in the position. Trying to wonder why he was put in such a way. But he stood there. Rocking somewhat on his heels. When he would be told to leave. Draco would find himself a corner to curl up in.. try to avoid the cold.. and try to come to terms with all these feelings.. and the depression.
Something like gasp was heard, but other then that he was keeping his little crying session pretty quiet. It wasn't as though he was sad, it was purely pain induced. Seriously, Malfoy, how many times a day do you eat? In fact, DO you even eat by a day-to-day basis?
Depression tends to make one..not hungry. he didn't say anything..Just standing there.. He couldn't see Harry cry. And it was best he didn't. He would feel worse if he did. Never before was a Malfoy so.. Guilty.
Finally he stopped, allowing himself to vigorously wipe his face with his sleeve before noticing it still had blood on it from the nosebleed. And the nose and eyes were probably swollen and red. He stood up, deliberately not directly looking at Draco
"It's okay now. And I'm going to the lake to wash my face." He stated very matter-of-factly.
With that, he slowly began to walk toward the body of water-
Draco could use it too. The darkness could hide silent tears that tricked down the side of his cheeks quite well.. and he didn't need potter to see them. Following slowly.. his head was hung.. dead silence hovered around the blonde. as he reached to lake's edge, Knees gave and he collapsed onto them, staring at his reflection.
Harry on the other hand, actually used the water rather then just look at it. It wiped away the blood, yes, but better yet- the coldness felt wonderful against the face that was hot from blood. Just clam down, Harry- It'll make the red go away faster. Suddenly, it hit him like a pile of bricks-he had this wand with him! Why not use it? Assuming, of course, that it hadn't been decapitated during the rabble. He tentitivly reached into his pocket and found to his relief the wood was still solid and in one piece. He wasted no time: still by the lake he lifted it and whispered "Lumos". A soft light immediately and pleasantly brighten his view.
Finally he was washing his face, before he stood once more, wiping it dry and looking at the other who held the brightened wand..Well. This as it. he'd probably be asked to leave. Those black robes billowed about him.
"..Well..goodnight.." Draco rasped.
It wasn't very audible..and still facing him, he began to take a few steps backwards.
"Going off to tragically commit suicide, eh? Forget it Malfoy. You're staying here until dawn."
Harry, of course, was still having the snotty little brat would confronted him on his first train ride to Hogwarts was really feeling and thinking this way. I mean, who could tell? What if he disappeared, then stuck into the school, woke up his hired thugs, then returned to turn Harry into mincemeat?
"..I don't see why you'd care if I died or not. You're just worried I'll go tattle on you. Well I have news for you, Potter. I'm grown up now. I don't cry to daddy or the teachers anymore..We're not 12 years old if you haven't noticed.."..This wasn't spoken with a sneer.
Infact.. it was just..spoken.. no real emotion or conviction from him..He looked... empty.
"Who can tell with you?"
He wasn't serious. Hell, he was having fun. And from the way he was talking, eating something, too. Yes, folks, he had somehow summoned a deluxe bag of peanut M&Ms. From where? Don't ask.
"Want on- oh, wait. You probably don't know what they are." Harry shrugged, almost sadly...then continued,
"But really, you should eat. I'm afraid you might accidentally impale me with one of your elbows."
"I take Muggle Studies.. I know what they are. but.. I don't really like peanuts. Thanks anyways. I like the crispy ones."
He blinked slightly.. Surprised by his answer.
"...What's with you and my eating?" Draco inquired curiously.
"I'm serious. A nine year old" He paused to shove a handful into his mouth.
"Has more flesh on their bones then you."
"Yeah. So I'm a skinny little prick. What are you going to do about it, potter? Force feed me?"
A small smile given to the other at his attempt at humor. He wasn't sure if Harry wanted to know what he didn't eat much these days.
Why not? He grabbed the other by his robes, pulling him down on the ground, and, before he could protest, shoved A unknown amount of candy into his mouth, then jumped up and began break-dancing away from Draco, whom he was sure was not too happy with what had just happened, all well singing, at that.
"I got Malfoy to eat....I got Malfoy to eat....and Dudley's probably not eating now cause of his new diet-poo."
Force-feeding. Well. Yummy...Chocolate...did taste good..although he wasn't crazy about the peanuts.
"..Next time..get the crispy ones! Peanuts get stuck in my teeth..." He coughed.
Draco sat up and dusted himself off. Harry was.. Break dancing. Funny.
"..Dudley. isn't he your fat cousin?"
"Yeah..."
Still singing and dancing, that one was, getting farther and farther away from Draco and closer to the lake. When he finally reached it, he took a quick drink and ran at full speed at Draco, missed him just in time and throwing himself back down next his bag of candy. Eating calmly continued.
"...This is a side of you I've never seen, potter. It's...unsettling...?" Draco tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
Was that the right term? The fact that Harry Potter had force fed him M&Ms..just drank for the lake..and almost tackled him.. but now was eating calmly at his seated side.
"Deal with it." Harry responded airily.
That was this only response as he continued to crunch M&M's. Finally finding that the bag was empty, he tossed it aside and stood up, walking a feet away from the lakeshore, where he was sure he wouldn't get wet. Then, he lay down, curled up into a little ball, wrapped robes extra tight around self, closed eyes, and went to sleep.
"Fuck you Potter!"
Well now he was asleep. He could go off and be alone at least. He was angry and confused still.. a bad combination for such a boy. Standing he dusted off his robes, still trying to get peanut out of his teeth..
"..He'll pay.." Draco breathed dangerously.
Or so it appeared. His eyes were closed, all right, but there was no way he was falling asleep until he heard Malfoy lie down as well. It was starnge, though. It really was. His behavior.....almost completely different from the snot-nosed Slytherin brat from their first year in Hogwarts. But still, he wasn't going to trust--WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???????? Although he showed no physical signs of acknowledgement, inside his head, a little inner self as busy screaming and throwing a fit. Fuck him? FUCK HIM?!!! What the hell was his problem? What did poor Harry do, huh?
To him, Harry looked still asleep. he wasn't done yet.. but had put the hood up over his head.. staring down at the curled up form. His heart was racing...pursing his lips for a moment.. before letting out a heavy sigh...
"..Why do you have to be so...so..."
Handsome. Attractive. Lovable...shit shit..Why was he thinking like this!? "...I hate you so much I love you..God..damn.." Was muttered under his breath before finally turning.
Forcing himself to look away from the curled up form. Harry was asleep to
him..so he didn't expect him to actually hear it.
Look, Your use of English adjectives is real......cool, but can you shut up? I need to think about what the hell your problem is so maybe I can take upon myself to fix it. Unless, of course, you meant that. Then I'm big trouble. But, no. That's impossible. So therefore, it was a weird way of saying "I wish you were dead." Right? Oh, please, God, tell me I'm right.
Walk walk. Yess.. he was walking away! Haha! ..Two...whole..paces...Wait..three! Woo. Draco was going to win this....Maybe. Malfoy was about ready to throw one of his famous temper tanrums.. knowing this was very difficult.
"Grr!!"...Oh yeah like that was really quiet.
Okay, this was also getting nowhere. He wasn't about to let Malfoy LEAVE, not after that...that..... Harry sat, and fixed his face in another "neutral" look before speaking to Malfoy.
"..........Where are you going?"
Ok! That's it for Chapter 3. Whatcha think, Hmm hmm? Sexy, ney? Of course not! Review for your old buddy. Come on. You know you want too. I'll give you a nickel!
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 3: Peanuts In My Teeth
The Fight goes on a little...Elbowing...Talks of starvation...and Force-feeding! Oh yes. Draco kinda, sorta, admits his love. Eh-heh.
Two New wonderful reviewers! I love you I love you! And Night Walker. I was not the one that deemed Harry Bipolar. His role-player did, and I haven't talked to her in a while. I'm sorry if I've offended you in anyway. If you have any suggestions for me...I'd really appreciate it! Thanks for liking my story otherwise!
Snatch! Harry was not going to be allowed inside without Draco escorting him. Harry could feel two arms grab him around the waist, and pull him in close, pressing him up against his chest forcefully. "Stop! Harry! Hold still! Calm down! Please!!" He felt horrible... and like this was actually his fault...
He responded by babbling something along the lines of "...You'll never take me alive!!!!!" and wildly waving arms. His nose seemed to have stopped bleeding, at the very least, although his face and the top of his robes still had the blood from the bleeding on it. Basically it was too much Endorphins at the same time...combined with the adrenaline from the thing with Draco on the ground, plus more from running like a maniac.
"...This is going to hurt me more then it's going to hurt you!!.... I think..." Draco stated.
And with that... he smacked Harry upside the head with all the power he could fathom. After the blow he re gripped the boy, so as he could not fall and get himself anymore dirty then he already was.
And good deal help that did. Draco's bony little arms probably couldn't muster the strength to splat a fly. However, the pointy bone did the trick. Harry stopped squirming and stopped to grasp his skull in a few seconds of pure agony before turning around looking at Draco with the forming of a tear in one eye-
"Do you ever eat?..." He sobbed weakly.
"...Yes! Harry...Come on...y-you need to go to the hospital Wing...s-something's wrong with you.." The Slytherin stuttered.
Fuck...Don't cry don't cry...he was thinking that so much... he actually said it aloud...
"Don't cry..! Please..."
One arm was loped around his waist still, and the other pulled a handkerchief from his robes, dapping Harry's bright green eyes just a bit...plus wiping off some of the drying blood.
"What the hell are you talking about? I was just having a little fun...but this..." The injured one murmured.
He slowly slipped down the wall until he was sitting and let a tear slid down his face
"I guess it makes sense, eh? I break your neck, you crack my skull..."
"H-harry..I'm sorry.. I was only...trying to stop you... you were...You were running around like a mad man! Please..let's go up to the hospital wing! We're both hurt now..come on!" Draco tried to sound reasonable.
"...I think the night air is screwing up your brain."
He was no longer talking in the painful voice, although he was still sort of sniffling.
"Do you know what they'll do to us?! Both us look like we've beat the snot out of each other, and to top that off we should have both been asleep...oh, God knows how long ago!! We go in now, I can guarantee you we'll be seeing the wall of Flinch's office from the inside out." Came the frantic raving from Harry. He finally stood, taking car to lift his head carefully, speaking in same manner- I don't know about you, but I'm staying out here. 'Morrow's Saturday, anyway.
He didn't know if he wanted to beat the boy senseless or hug him and cry into his chest. he was.. normal..Again? He thought? "H-harry.." He'd been saying his first name a lot. And what sucked more was... he knew Harry was totally oblivious. To everything. how he felt..
."..All right. I-I'll stay out here...Do I have to leave you alone?..I promise..no more fights..I'm really sorry...I just...got mad and...fuck.."
It was the first time he'd called him other then "Potter". He'd been kidding about the night air thing, but it seemed he had been right, after all.
"Okay...but.."
He stood up and put his hand on the other's shoulder and gently pushed him in the opposite direction from himself, so the Draco couldn't see him unless he turned around.
"Do me a favor okay?... just...stay like that for a minute. Don't turn around." He asked as nicely as he could.
With that, he let go, and the sound of him sitting down was heard. Sitting down, and pulling knees up.
"O-Ok...?"
He was frozen in the position. Trying to wonder why he was put in such a way. But he stood there. Rocking somewhat on his heels. When he would be told to leave. Draco would find himself a corner to curl up in.. try to avoid the cold.. and try to come to terms with all these feelings.. and the depression.
Something like gasp was heard, but other then that he was keeping his little crying session pretty quiet. It wasn't as though he was sad, it was purely pain induced. Seriously, Malfoy, how many times a day do you eat? In fact, DO you even eat by a day-to-day basis?
Depression tends to make one..not hungry. he didn't say anything..Just standing there.. He couldn't see Harry cry. And it was best he didn't. He would feel worse if he did. Never before was a Malfoy so.. Guilty.
Finally he stopped, allowing himself to vigorously wipe his face with his sleeve before noticing it still had blood on it from the nosebleed. And the nose and eyes were probably swollen and red. He stood up, deliberately not directly looking at Draco
"It's okay now. And I'm going to the lake to wash my face." He stated very matter-of-factly.
With that, he slowly began to walk toward the body of water-
Draco could use it too. The darkness could hide silent tears that tricked down the side of his cheeks quite well.. and he didn't need potter to see them. Following slowly.. his head was hung.. dead silence hovered around the blonde. as he reached to lake's edge, Knees gave and he collapsed onto them, staring at his reflection.
Harry on the other hand, actually used the water rather then just look at it. It wiped away the blood, yes, but better yet- the coldness felt wonderful against the face that was hot from blood. Just clam down, Harry- It'll make the red go away faster. Suddenly, it hit him like a pile of bricks-he had this wand with him! Why not use it? Assuming, of course, that it hadn't been decapitated during the rabble. He tentitivly reached into his pocket and found to his relief the wood was still solid and in one piece. He wasted no time: still by the lake he lifted it and whispered "Lumos". A soft light immediately and pleasantly brighten his view.
Finally he was washing his face, before he stood once more, wiping it dry and looking at the other who held the brightened wand..Well. This as it. he'd probably be asked to leave. Those black robes billowed about him.
"..Well..goodnight.." Draco rasped.
It wasn't very audible..and still facing him, he began to take a few steps backwards.
"Going off to tragically commit suicide, eh? Forget it Malfoy. You're staying here until dawn."
Harry, of course, was still having the snotty little brat would confronted him on his first train ride to Hogwarts was really feeling and thinking this way. I mean, who could tell? What if he disappeared, then stuck into the school, woke up his hired thugs, then returned to turn Harry into mincemeat?
"..I don't see why you'd care if I died or not. You're just worried I'll go tattle on you. Well I have news for you, Potter. I'm grown up now. I don't cry to daddy or the teachers anymore..We're not 12 years old if you haven't noticed.."..This wasn't spoken with a sneer.
Infact.. it was just..spoken.. no real emotion or conviction from him..He looked... empty.
"Who can tell with you?"
He wasn't serious. Hell, he was having fun. And from the way he was talking, eating something, too. Yes, folks, he had somehow summoned a deluxe bag of peanut M&Ms. From where? Don't ask.
"Want on- oh, wait. You probably don't know what they are." Harry shrugged, almost sadly...then continued,
"But really, you should eat. I'm afraid you might accidentally impale me with one of your elbows."
"I take Muggle Studies.. I know what they are. but.. I don't really like peanuts. Thanks anyways. I like the crispy ones."
He blinked slightly.. Surprised by his answer.
"...What's with you and my eating?" Draco inquired curiously.
"I'm serious. A nine year old" He paused to shove a handful into his mouth.
"Has more flesh on their bones then you."
"Yeah. So I'm a skinny little prick. What are you going to do about it, potter? Force feed me?"
A small smile given to the other at his attempt at humor. He wasn't sure if Harry wanted to know what he didn't eat much these days.
Why not? He grabbed the other by his robes, pulling him down on the ground, and, before he could protest, shoved A unknown amount of candy into his mouth, then jumped up and began break-dancing away from Draco, whom he was sure was not too happy with what had just happened, all well singing, at that.
"I got Malfoy to eat....I got Malfoy to eat....and Dudley's probably not eating now cause of his new diet-poo."
Force-feeding. Well. Yummy...Chocolate...did taste good..although he wasn't crazy about the peanuts.
"..Next time..get the crispy ones! Peanuts get stuck in my teeth..." He coughed.
Draco sat up and dusted himself off. Harry was.. Break dancing. Funny.
"..Dudley. isn't he your fat cousin?"
"Yeah..."
Still singing and dancing, that one was, getting farther and farther away from Draco and closer to the lake. When he finally reached it, he took a quick drink and ran at full speed at Draco, missed him just in time and throwing himself back down next his bag of candy. Eating calmly continued.
"...This is a side of you I've never seen, potter. It's...unsettling...?" Draco tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
Was that the right term? The fact that Harry Potter had force fed him M&Ms..just drank for the lake..and almost tackled him.. but now was eating calmly at his seated side.
"Deal with it." Harry responded airily.
That was this only response as he continued to crunch M&M's. Finally finding that the bag was empty, he tossed it aside and stood up, walking a feet away from the lakeshore, where he was sure he wouldn't get wet. Then, he lay down, curled up into a little ball, wrapped robes extra tight around self, closed eyes, and went to sleep.
"Fuck you Potter!"
Well now he was asleep. He could go off and be alone at least. He was angry and confused still.. a bad combination for such a boy. Standing he dusted off his robes, still trying to get peanut out of his teeth..
"..He'll pay.." Draco breathed dangerously.
Or so it appeared. His eyes were closed, all right, but there was no way he was falling asleep until he heard Malfoy lie down as well. It was starnge, though. It really was. His behavior.....almost completely different from the snot-nosed Slytherin brat from their first year in Hogwarts. But still, he wasn't going to trust--WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???????? Although he showed no physical signs of acknowledgement, inside his head, a little inner self as busy screaming and throwing a fit. Fuck him? FUCK HIM?!!! What the hell was his problem? What did poor Harry do, huh?
To him, Harry looked still asleep. he wasn't done yet.. but had put the hood up over his head.. staring down at the curled up form. His heart was racing...pursing his lips for a moment.. before letting out a heavy sigh...
"..Why do you have to be so...so..."
Handsome. Attractive. Lovable...shit shit..Why was he thinking like this!? "...I hate you so much I love you..God..damn.." Was muttered under his breath before finally turning.
Forcing himself to look away from the curled up form. Harry was asleep to
him..so he didn't expect him to actually hear it.
Look, Your use of English adjectives is real......cool, but can you shut up? I need to think about what the hell your problem is so maybe I can take upon myself to fix it. Unless, of course, you meant that. Then I'm big trouble. But, no. That's impossible. So therefore, it was a weird way of saying "I wish you were dead." Right? Oh, please, God, tell me I'm right.
Walk walk. Yess.. he was walking away! Haha! ..Two...whole..paces...Wait..three! Woo. Draco was going to win this....Maybe. Malfoy was about ready to throw one of his famous temper tanrums.. knowing this was very difficult.
"Grr!!"...Oh yeah like that was really quiet.
Okay, this was also getting nowhere. He wasn't about to let Malfoy LEAVE, not after that...that..... Harry sat, and fixed his face in another "neutral" look before speaking to Malfoy.
"..........Where are you going?"
Ok! That's it for Chapter 3. Whatcha think, Hmm hmm? Sexy, ney? Of course not! Review for your old buddy. Come on. You know you want too. I'll give you a nickel!