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 4:Like. Like? Like!
All right! Draco and Harry discuss. Plus there are some hugs and Draco cries! Sorry. I don't mean to make him seem like a pussy, but, he's pretty broken up. And the word "Like" comes into play.
Fists were clenched... why wasn't he getting what he wanted! And Draco always... always got what he wanted..Just another fe-...
"...Away. Away from you. Go back to sleep."
"You're weird."
That one sentence said a lot. It was a real this time- all genuinely what he thought. It even told Draco that he had never BEEN asleep, and that he heard the whole thing. It really was what Harry thought of him.
"..Deal with it." Draco smirked somewhat. He looked over his shoulder with those creepy silver eyes back down at him.
"You're unsettling.. and probably have mental problems from what I've seen.. and I'm a weird freak. Ain't it perfect"? Flowed from that sarcastic tongue.
"At least I don't abuse the English language. If wanted to say you hated me so much, at least have the courage to say it in my face. Instead, you wait until I'm 'asleep'" Harry muttered.
For the first time, his expression was one of anger, malevolence. This boy was really something, he really was.......Was he some of a machohist? Why did he always expect the worse from others, and himself? It was as though he LIKED wallowing in his own misery.
Was there a way for Malfoy to pale anymore? Why yes! Whatever color here was in his face...faded away in an instant.
"...Y-you heard me?"
Of course he did, idiot!..But wait.. Draco's way so expressing romantic feelings were..mistaken for hate. he really wanted to hate him! It was expected. But..Damnit. That had certainly wiped the smirk off of his face..and left him looking..very depressed and ashamed.
That.....serious, angered look hadn't leave. If anything, Draco's "ashamed" face had fueled it more.
"..You hate too...so...so...why are you acting like you're so mad! Seeing as you think..that's what I said.."
He was trying to sound brave.. but he wasn't a Gryffindor.
"Listen. Malfoy. I don't know what they fed you when you were young, but Listen up, and listen good: You_ are_ Not_God. Nobody cares about you because you Treat_Everyone_Like_Dirt. Nobody cares about your "angst", and if you think that's going to get you pity and attention I suggest you give yourself a good slap across. the face. Am_I_Getting_Somewhere? I'm not repeating this." Harry spoke firmly.
Well. He'd never expected that. He was told he was horrible. Useless. Good for nothing. Just like his father reminded him always. Everyday. But Potter...To have someone he'd thought would never say such things or dip down to others levels..he felt like someone smashed him over the head with a hammer.
"..Right.." Was all he could even manage.
Being constantly told you're hated and unwanted. You begin to think it.
"Good. Now..."
He was about to do something extremely dangerous. He had no idea how Malfoy would react but...of what was the point? He had started this, he might as well finish it. If he broke off here, Poor Draco looked like he might commit suicide. So, Harry hugged him. Yes, folks, Harry Potter the Gryffindor hugged Draco Malfoy the Slytherin.
"You will hug me back, and we will pretend the last four years never happened, okay?" The Gryffindor stated evenly.
All he really could comprehend at the moment...was That Harry was close to him..and they were not punching each other. Although Weasly was really the more punching type. His face was certainly shocked.. and had received pink coloring along his high cheek bones. Hood fell away and he finally managed to get his muscles working.. and gave him.. a very warm hug in response. It wasn't cold or stating 'I'm only doing this because I don't want to be killed'...And it was very hard to hide a tear streaming down his cheek. Quite embarrassing. Harry had to seem him cry.
"...Forget the past four years? Does that mean I also have to forget this moment, right now?" Was that an attempt to sound romantic!?
Why was this moment more important then any? Was it that he meant it WHEN HE SA- no, must not think of that.....right now, fixing Draco's character was the most important thing to do! Encourage, him, moron! "Very Good. You seem to be learning."
He tightened his grip, on because he wanted to get a firm hold on Draco, both physically and mentally, so he could ask him.....very carefully, now. "Draco, do you have any friends?"
He'd called him by his first name. It was kind of odd..and again...Harry had unsettled him. Hee hee. he was getting good at that. He thought about the question..and then shook his head.
"..I don't suppose Crabbe or Goyle would be considered a friends...I used to have some when I was younger. But now...just a bunch of acquaintances. I've even met the girl I'm supposed to "marry"...But we aren't friends. It's a world I think you'd hate to live in, Harry" He was very sincere, knowing how stubborn that raven
tressed Gryffindor was..and Draco was used to being walked around like a Dog at a show.
"But isn't Pansy your girlfriend?????"
That last question had been asked solely for the purpose of asking this. That had been pretty much it; really-although Draco's answer gave him a sudden shock. Suddenly he just felt very tired...and depressed...for Draco, for himself. He slip down on his knees, pulling Draco with him-the longer this "hug" position could be kept, the better.
"..Pansy. Pansy Pansy Pansy." He said the name with a grave expression and shook his head.
"..I don't like her, you know. She just...I don't have the will power to scream and hit her away...Really because--.."
He didn't want to say it. But Draco knew full well why. Because he didn't want to be like his Father..who yelled and hit his mother. If he did that to Pansy...Surely he'd fall in those footsteps. But it was comforting..to just be held there, and hold in return, now seated.
"Well...then...is there anyone you like? At all?"
Harry was a genius. Who else sound so relatively calm and unafraid when his mental stability depending on this answer? Good thing Draco couldn't see the faint gleam of sweat on his brow.
"...Of course there is. I may be a Malfoy.. but I certainly can fall in love. Infact..I have."
...And it's you. But that wasn't stated. Draco was trying his best to hint in big manners that it was Him. How wonderful. He looked at Harry with slightly wide eyes.. his heart beat just a bit faster..could he really say it? and he didn't even now! Harry still..may as well hate him! But weren't they forgetting four years?
Oh, no. He once again embraced Draco, tightly, so they could not physically see each other's faces.
"I...I like you, Draco!"
Oh. God. What did he just say? Why did he just say that? Was he really going insane? But wait. It might actually be the best thing to do at the moment. If Draco didn't like him...then fine, he could always say, "Just kidding!" Or skip off and leave him to think he was a fruit. I was okay, Harry didn't care. But what of he did like him?
Like...me?...Like me? They weren't looking at each other.. but Like is a very strange word! It's in-between love, hate, And platonic. Love was what he wanted.. hate was the easy way out and He wasn't sure he could be buddies with Harry like Weasly was. Too tempting. Noo..Like could mean...Anything! He wanted to pull his hair out and scream infrustration...! Like like like!
"I like you too, Harry." D'oh!
Well, it was sacrifice his own dignity and personal comfort for Draco, IT MIGHT AS WELL WORK PROPERLY! "No, That's not what I meant! I like you...a lot!" Harry strained.
Pain. Pain in his chest. Some sort of strange pain. And it wasn't him feeling self-pity, again. It was something else, something more real...but what?
"Well...that's what I ment too!"
...And it was true!...He wanted to look at him damnit! But it was kind of hard...although they were still pressed up in duel embraces. Harry was so...warm. Like the same warmth that made his hand and feet numb. That felt alot more serious then just 'Like like'...But...Curse that word!!
"As In...Love?"
What kind of Idiot was he? He didn't have to be here. When Draco had helped him up from the bush, he could have just stood up, and walked back to his room...talked with Hermione and Ron...his friends. How would they react if they could see this? But these feelings were important...If not for him, but Draco's sake. Maybe he had never been anything more then misunderstood. And angered.
Love. There. We were out of the 'Like' Term..and everything seemed to clear up. Liking someone was much more complicated.. and could leave room for other people to weasel in or to slowly go from Like to dislike. Love though...Sigh
"I thought that.. you heard me before..what I said..."
He'd said.. 'I hate you so much I love you!'...Draco was trying to make the last part count.
"...Yeah....And I am making absolutely no sense..."
The statement followed by embarrassed laughter.
Harry let go of him as though he had just realized Draco was something disgusting and slimy and sat back. But the expression his face didn't convey that emotion. It was sweaty...confused....shocked. But not unpleasantly, and not pleasantly other...but one thing was certain...the boy sitting there, panting, had certainly been profoundly effected by those words.
"I...ah........"
And why, why, why couldn't he feel as though those "I like you!"''s had been totally faked?
"...I'm sorry." Was really all he could managed...being let go...felt like he was dropped by Harry himself into a bottomless pit. Dammit. Now he probably can figure it all out. Perfect. Well...One way or another...Draco had so possible way of forcing himself to say he was joking because...he wasn't!...And running away wouldn't help. Just have to face it all now.
Chapter Four Is complete! All Hail 80's music! Kevin Rowland & Dexy's Midnight Runners Are your God! Mwahahah! Review!!
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 4:Like. Like? Like!
All right! Draco and Harry discuss. Plus there are some hugs and Draco cries! Sorry. I don't mean to make him seem like a pussy, but, he's pretty broken up. And the word "Like" comes into play.
Fists were clenched... why wasn't he getting what he wanted! And Draco always... always got what he wanted..Just another fe-...
"...Away. Away from you. Go back to sleep."
"You're weird."
That one sentence said a lot. It was a real this time- all genuinely what he thought. It even told Draco that he had never BEEN asleep, and that he heard the whole thing. It really was what Harry thought of him.
"..Deal with it." Draco smirked somewhat. He looked over his shoulder with those creepy silver eyes back down at him.
"You're unsettling.. and probably have mental problems from what I've seen.. and I'm a weird freak. Ain't it perfect"? Flowed from that sarcastic tongue.
"At least I don't abuse the English language. If wanted to say you hated me so much, at least have the courage to say it in my face. Instead, you wait until I'm 'asleep'" Harry muttered.
For the first time, his expression was one of anger, malevolence. This boy was really something, he really was.......Was he some of a machohist? Why did he always expect the worse from others, and himself? It was as though he LIKED wallowing in his own misery.
Was there a way for Malfoy to pale anymore? Why yes! Whatever color here was in his face...faded away in an instant.
"...Y-you heard me?"
Of course he did, idiot!..But wait.. Draco's way so expressing romantic feelings were..mistaken for hate. he really wanted to hate him! It was expected. But..Damnit. That had certainly wiped the smirk off of his face..and left him looking..very depressed and ashamed.
That.....serious, angered look hadn't leave. If anything, Draco's "ashamed" face had fueled it more.
"..You hate too...so...so...why are you acting like you're so mad! Seeing as you think..that's what I said.."
He was trying to sound brave.. but he wasn't a Gryffindor.
"Listen. Malfoy. I don't know what they fed you when you were young, but Listen up, and listen good: You_ are_ Not_God. Nobody cares about you because you Treat_Everyone_Like_Dirt. Nobody cares about your "angst", and if you think that's going to get you pity and attention I suggest you give yourself a good slap across. the face. Am_I_Getting_Somewhere? I'm not repeating this." Harry spoke firmly.
Well. He'd never expected that. He was told he was horrible. Useless. Good for nothing. Just like his father reminded him always. Everyday. But Potter...To have someone he'd thought would never say such things or dip down to others levels..he felt like someone smashed him over the head with a hammer.
"..Right.." Was all he could even manage.
Being constantly told you're hated and unwanted. You begin to think it.
"Good. Now..."
He was about to do something extremely dangerous. He had no idea how Malfoy would react but...of what was the point? He had started this, he might as well finish it. If he broke off here, Poor Draco looked like he might commit suicide. So, Harry hugged him. Yes, folks, Harry Potter the Gryffindor hugged Draco Malfoy the Slytherin.
"You will hug me back, and we will pretend the last four years never happened, okay?" The Gryffindor stated evenly.
All he really could comprehend at the moment...was That Harry was close to him..and they were not punching each other. Although Weasly was really the more punching type. His face was certainly shocked.. and had received pink coloring along his high cheek bones. Hood fell away and he finally managed to get his muscles working.. and gave him.. a very warm hug in response. It wasn't cold or stating 'I'm only doing this because I don't want to be killed'...And it was very hard to hide a tear streaming down his cheek. Quite embarrassing. Harry had to seem him cry.
"...Forget the past four years? Does that mean I also have to forget this moment, right now?" Was that an attempt to sound romantic!?
Why was this moment more important then any? Was it that he meant it WHEN HE SA- no, must not think of that.....right now, fixing Draco's character was the most important thing to do! Encourage, him, moron! "Very Good. You seem to be learning."
He tightened his grip, on because he wanted to get a firm hold on Draco, both physically and mentally, so he could ask him.....very carefully, now. "Draco, do you have any friends?"
He'd called him by his first name. It was kind of odd..and again...Harry had unsettled him. Hee hee. he was getting good at that. He thought about the question..and then shook his head.
"..I don't suppose Crabbe or Goyle would be considered a friends...I used to have some when I was younger. But now...just a bunch of acquaintances. I've even met the girl I'm supposed to "marry"...But we aren't friends. It's a world I think you'd hate to live in, Harry" He was very sincere, knowing how stubborn that raven
tressed Gryffindor was..and Draco was used to being walked around like a Dog at a show.
"But isn't Pansy your girlfriend?????"
That last question had been asked solely for the purpose of asking this. That had been pretty much it; really-although Draco's answer gave him a sudden shock. Suddenly he just felt very tired...and depressed...for Draco, for himself. He slip down on his knees, pulling Draco with him-the longer this "hug" position could be kept, the better.
"..Pansy. Pansy Pansy Pansy." He said the name with a grave expression and shook his head.
"..I don't like her, you know. She just...I don't have the will power to scream and hit her away...Really because--.."
He didn't want to say it. But Draco knew full well why. Because he didn't want to be like his Father..who yelled and hit his mother. If he did that to Pansy...Surely he'd fall in those footsteps. But it was comforting..to just be held there, and hold in return, now seated.
"Well...then...is there anyone you like? At all?"
Harry was a genius. Who else sound so relatively calm and unafraid when his mental stability depending on this answer? Good thing Draco couldn't see the faint gleam of sweat on his brow.
"...Of course there is. I may be a Malfoy.. but I certainly can fall in love. Infact..I have."
...And it's you. But that wasn't stated. Draco was trying his best to hint in big manners that it was Him. How wonderful. He looked at Harry with slightly wide eyes.. his heart beat just a bit faster..could he really say it? and he didn't even now! Harry still..may as well hate him! But weren't they forgetting four years?
Oh, no. He once again embraced Draco, tightly, so they could not physically see each other's faces.
"I...I like you, Draco!"
Oh. God. What did he just say? Why did he just say that? Was he really going insane? But wait. It might actually be the best thing to do at the moment. If Draco didn't like him...then fine, he could always say, "Just kidding!" Or skip off and leave him to think he was a fruit. I was okay, Harry didn't care. But what of he did like him?
Like...me?...Like me? They weren't looking at each other.. but Like is a very strange word! It's in-between love, hate, And platonic. Love was what he wanted.. hate was the easy way out and He wasn't sure he could be buddies with Harry like Weasly was. Too tempting. Noo..Like could mean...Anything! He wanted to pull his hair out and scream infrustration...! Like like like!
"I like you too, Harry." D'oh!
Well, it was sacrifice his own dignity and personal comfort for Draco, IT MIGHT AS WELL WORK PROPERLY! "No, That's not what I meant! I like you...a lot!" Harry strained.
Pain. Pain in his chest. Some sort of strange pain. And it wasn't him feeling self-pity, again. It was something else, something more real...but what?
"Well...that's what I ment too!"
...And it was true!...He wanted to look at him damnit! But it was kind of hard...although they were still pressed up in duel embraces. Harry was so...warm. Like the same warmth that made his hand and feet numb. That felt alot more serious then just 'Like like'...But...Curse that word!!
"As In...Love?"
What kind of Idiot was he? He didn't have to be here. When Draco had helped him up from the bush, he could have just stood up, and walked back to his room...talked with Hermione and Ron...his friends. How would they react if they could see this? But these feelings were important...If not for him, but Draco's sake. Maybe he had never been anything more then misunderstood. And angered.
Love. There. We were out of the 'Like' Term..and everything seemed to clear up. Liking someone was much more complicated.. and could leave room for other people to weasel in or to slowly go from Like to dislike. Love though...Sigh
"I thought that.. you heard me before..what I said..."
He'd said.. 'I hate you so much I love you!'...Draco was trying to make the last part count.
"...Yeah....And I am making absolutely no sense..."
The statement followed by embarrassed laughter.
Harry let go of him as though he had just realized Draco was something disgusting and slimy and sat back. But the expression his face didn't convey that emotion. It was sweaty...confused....shocked. But not unpleasantly, and not pleasantly other...but one thing was certain...the boy sitting there, panting, had certainly been profoundly effected by those words.
"I...ah........"
And why, why, why couldn't he feel as though those "I like you!"''s had been totally faked?
"...I'm sorry." Was really all he could managed...being let go...felt like he was dropped by Harry himself into a bottomless pit. Dammit. Now he probably can figure it all out. Perfect. Well...One way or another...Draco had so possible way of forcing himself to say he was joking because...he wasn't!...And running away wouldn't help. Just have to face it all now.
Chapter Four Is complete! All Hail 80's music! Kevin Rowland & Dexy's Midnight Runners Are your God! Mwahahah! Review!!