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 5: Twigs In My Hair
The boys continue their little discussion under the stars. It doesn't look very good for dear Draco.
Thank you to my two wonderful reviewers! Especially Djiinxx, for actually e-mailing me! You both rock my socks. This is for you!
Why are you doing this? Those things you said- all fake. But why did you say them? It was all for your own gain. Malfoy really means what he's saying. You should treat these feelings with honor. It doesn't matter how he was like before. Don't be selfish. Yes, try to be nice for once. He Suddenly reached out to hug Draco again, this time pulling the Slytherin down so the two of them were lying on the ground. Noses brushed, and Harry refused to pull away. Instead, he lifted one hair and gently brushed it through Sliver-blonde, giving Draco a rather quirky smile.
" Try...try to get some sleep, okay?"
He didn't have a hard time...knowing he was lied too. It was easy...his father did it so much. 'I love you, Draco'. Was just not what it ment. It was simply a statement...and he knew that Harry was...deep down...didn't mean anything...or didn't understand...Draco really wanted him to understand and to feel the same way. But...he just couldn't do it. Damn Potter...Why? As they lay down he stared at the other boy so close to him, studying his face and that smile.
"...I probably won't..." Draco murmured softly.
Because he'd be staring at him the entire night. Forever wondering why the only thing he wanted was right there and he wouldn't have it.
Yes, Harry, those things you said were fake. But, the really question here is, perhaps..........It's wouldn't be such a bad idea to make them real? After all, isn't this how love works? One person tells another they like them, and the person on the receiving end thinks "Well, why not? They seem nice, and it's really flattering!" And then those two people might find they really do like each other. Maybe, even that other person before ends up loving the other, two. Harry closed his eyes, continuing to run his hand through Draco's silken strands. Being nice to Draco...since when did he nice such good advice to himself? It was not revolting or uncomfortable, as he had been afraid. No, It just the opposite. Perhaps he should listen to himself more often.
Draco would have some real taming to do to his hair. It'd been through hell today...a scuffle...flying on his broom...and now the Boy Who Lived was practically playing with it. Just the thoughts made him blush a light pink and bite his lower lip. He didn't have a clue what Harry was thinking. He could only wish it was about him...Please be about me!...Yes so he could never fully loose his selfish Rich boy Slytherin Side...but everyone has their faults. He was just watching the other in their silence...wanting to touch his face...but really wasn't sure if. He had the right too. A hand slowly came up and his long pale fingers stroked Harry's cheek delicately. If he were swatted away...then he wouldn't have any hard feelings.
Harry, with his eyes closed, figured to touch was just another piece of grass, continuing to stroke Draco's hair. Suddenly, he stopped and sat up, with a look on his face as though he had suddenly figured out the meaning of existence. The he burst into laughter, whacking his forehead.
"My GOD! We're so stupid! Why are lying here on the grass when we could just spent the night in Hagrid's Hut?! On a bed with a Pillow?!"
That last sentence was yelled with almost fanatic glee as the Gryffindor envisioned Hargrid's cozy hut with a pillow, damn you.
They we having such a...wonderful...peaceful moment...and as he was jolted back to reality with a startling gasp, watching Harry look like the happiest madman alive. Hagrid's Hut. That...dirty...place..with...animals...?...Well...If it's going to make him happy.
"..Are you sure...he'll let us? What if we...or more as to say..since he likes you...I...get in trouble?" Draco asked faintly.
A pillow was nice...but he didn't need another detention and a nasty note from his father...
But the moment of euphoria was, too broken. Almost immedaitly, as Harry remembered....he lied back down next down, this time on his stomach, still laughing.
"Oh, wait...I forgot...today's the DAY HE VISITS HIS COUSIN IN HOGSMEADE!"
The happy face and laughter was replace with rage as he proceeded to have a sorta of mini-temper tantrum, completely with kicking and beating the ground with his fist. However, it passed in less the a few seconds, leaving a very tired, unhappy looking Harry in it's wake. Sleeping with insects. Waking up with twigs in his hair. Absentmindedly, he took off his glasses- he was on his side now, and the frame was pushing painfully into his nose. What a calamity.
"...I see." He blinked.
But then chuckled as Harry's little tantrum ended.. and he gave him a true round of applause. "...Wonderful show."
Draco was a master at tantrums. His poor mother would know...he'd tugged on her arms, bit her and pulled her hair and earrings so much as a little boy...it was a surprise he was still living.
"...You have so much...energy, even when you're exhausted." He noted.
He turned on his side and was watching him curiously. Most of all...he wanted to see what Harry looked like without his glasses looking dirty and rugged.
"Blame it on the food I was feed as a kid, I guess."
He looked somewhat vulnerable with the glasses. And REALLY tired. But he refused to fall asleep now and let the ants have play cricket in his hair. So, he merely contended to look back with a sort of childish expression of handicappism- eyes stilted, mouth slightly open...The first thing he was doing after this damn ordeal was taking a bath.
"But I heard rumors that the muggles starved you...didn't they? You don't look that skinny now...Because you eat so much of that damn muggle candy." Draco pried.
he could imagine Harry with rotten teeth.. and just the thought made him chuckle. "...Have you ever considered fixing your eyes and getting rid of those glasses? They hide your eyes...and give you a very nerdy-esque aura." Draco looked like he'd considerably regained enough confidence to Tease Harry...smirking ever so slightly, batting his eyelashes innocently.
"Not really. There just this sort of rule in the house: "Don't let the boy think he's on a vacation. In other words, always constently remind him how lucky he is to live with you". Harry said those words with little emotion.
It was the past, it was unimportant. But his glasses?!
" I can't! I've had them since...oh...I don't know how long... They're probably the only things that were actually MINE before I got here." He gaped.
"Oh come on. I'm sure you'd score with the...ladies...much more if you at least tried it."
He didn't actually sound thrilled about girls liking Harry...frankly because he was a tad ...ok...maybe not a tad...very possessive of Harry... whether he'd like it or not. Personally he didn't care about his reputation as much as his father did for him.
"...You'd look cute."
He chuckled even more... feeling very confident with himself... even if he did get smacked in the face.
The prospect of girl hanging off of him like in the rap video he'd accidentally seen this summer made him ill. He expressed his feelings with a face.
" As though I don't have enough problems with this damn scar...I can just imagine the calamity...ugh."
"Really..I didn't think you of all people...Scarface..."
He liked that nickname he'd given Harry in their younger years... and the reaction it triggered.
"...Where so concerned about your appearance. Are you really as vain as I am?"
Draco was just having a ball now...mostly because he'd never been this close or had such talks with Harry. Maybe he didn't appreciate it...but Draco certainly did. It was like Harry actually cared...although he probably didn't.
That probably wasn't a good move on Draco's part. Harry immediately, turned around, giving Malfoy a good view of the back of his head. He didn't appreciate being called "Scarface" no more now then he did earlier. And most astounding was how Draco was beginning to act more and more like his normal, arrogant self. It was like...like...their were tow people in that body-one bastard, and one...what? Possible friend? Or maybe even- NO! NONONO! He wasn't going to even think about the "L" word!
"..Awww. I was only kidding you know. Don't be so stubborn. Your scar isn't bad at all. I mean..It's small.. and your famous because of it! Sheesh..."
He flopped over back to his back and stared back up at the sky...considering himself. Well he was slipping back into his nasty mode...but it was hard to help. He let out a little sigh...finding some comfort in the sky that was slowly...slowly becoming alight with the daytime.
"...It looks like it 's about five o'clock now." He stated this fact with growing glee.
He had (More or less) survived an outside with Malfoy. Now, he could finally go back in- and if anyone caught him, he could just say he woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. Beautiful stratagy, Harry. Now, go return Sean's camera, go eat something REALLY fast, and spent the next eight hours...sleeping. The plan sounded so good to him in his head that he strange up, running toward the school building with newfound energy. Glasses were quickly placed back on their usual perch.
...And he left the blond sitting there...watching him go looking...utterly crushed. The stars weren't as comforting as they were a few moments ago. Now everything would go back to normal. As soon as Potter entered the school...which he did...there. Now nothing...Draco thought...could go back to what had happened. Standing up slowly...Draco knew he looked like Crap. If he was lucky he could sneak in and drown himself in the showers...to get clean and wash off all these feelings...He trudged back into the school very dismally.
Woopee! Chapter 5! Review my darlings! XD Wee!
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 5: Twigs In My Hair
The boys continue their little discussion under the stars. It doesn't look very good for dear Draco.
Thank you to my two wonderful reviewers! Especially Djiinxx, for actually e-mailing me! You both rock my socks. This is for you!
Why are you doing this? Those things you said- all fake. But why did you say them? It was all for your own gain. Malfoy really means what he's saying. You should treat these feelings with honor. It doesn't matter how he was like before. Don't be selfish. Yes, try to be nice for once. He Suddenly reached out to hug Draco again, this time pulling the Slytherin down so the two of them were lying on the ground. Noses brushed, and Harry refused to pull away. Instead, he lifted one hair and gently brushed it through Sliver-blonde, giving Draco a rather quirky smile.
" Try...try to get some sleep, okay?"
He didn't have a hard time...knowing he was lied too. It was easy...his father did it so much. 'I love you, Draco'. Was just not what it ment. It was simply a statement...and he knew that Harry was...deep down...didn't mean anything...or didn't understand...Draco really wanted him to understand and to feel the same way. But...he just couldn't do it. Damn Potter...Why? As they lay down he stared at the other boy so close to him, studying his face and that smile.
"...I probably won't..." Draco murmured softly.
Because he'd be staring at him the entire night. Forever wondering why the only thing he wanted was right there and he wouldn't have it.
Yes, Harry, those things you said were fake. But, the really question here is, perhaps..........It's wouldn't be such a bad idea to make them real? After all, isn't this how love works? One person tells another they like them, and the person on the receiving end thinks "Well, why not? They seem nice, and it's really flattering!" And then those two people might find they really do like each other. Maybe, even that other person before ends up loving the other, two. Harry closed his eyes, continuing to run his hand through Draco's silken strands. Being nice to Draco...since when did he nice such good advice to himself? It was not revolting or uncomfortable, as he had been afraid. No, It just the opposite. Perhaps he should listen to himself more often.
Draco would have some real taming to do to his hair. It'd been through hell today...a scuffle...flying on his broom...and now the Boy Who Lived was practically playing with it. Just the thoughts made him blush a light pink and bite his lower lip. He didn't have a clue what Harry was thinking. He could only wish it was about him...Please be about me!...Yes so he could never fully loose his selfish Rich boy Slytherin Side...but everyone has their faults. He was just watching the other in their silence...wanting to touch his face...but really wasn't sure if. He had the right too. A hand slowly came up and his long pale fingers stroked Harry's cheek delicately. If he were swatted away...then he wouldn't have any hard feelings.
Harry, with his eyes closed, figured to touch was just another piece of grass, continuing to stroke Draco's hair. Suddenly, he stopped and sat up, with a look on his face as though he had suddenly figured out the meaning of existence. The he burst into laughter, whacking his forehead.
"My GOD! We're so stupid! Why are lying here on the grass when we could just spent the night in Hagrid's Hut?! On a bed with a Pillow?!"
That last sentence was yelled with almost fanatic glee as the Gryffindor envisioned Hargrid's cozy hut with a pillow, damn you.
They we having such a...wonderful...peaceful moment...and as he was jolted back to reality with a startling gasp, watching Harry look like the happiest madman alive. Hagrid's Hut. That...dirty...place..with...animals...?...Well...If it's going to make him happy.
"..Are you sure...he'll let us? What if we...or more as to say..since he likes you...I...get in trouble?" Draco asked faintly.
A pillow was nice...but he didn't need another detention and a nasty note from his father...
But the moment of euphoria was, too broken. Almost immedaitly, as Harry remembered....he lied back down next down, this time on his stomach, still laughing.
"Oh, wait...I forgot...today's the DAY HE VISITS HIS COUSIN IN HOGSMEADE!"
The happy face and laughter was replace with rage as he proceeded to have a sorta of mini-temper tantrum, completely with kicking and beating the ground with his fist. However, it passed in less the a few seconds, leaving a very tired, unhappy looking Harry in it's wake. Sleeping with insects. Waking up with twigs in his hair. Absentmindedly, he took off his glasses- he was on his side now, and the frame was pushing painfully into his nose. What a calamity.
"...I see." He blinked.
But then chuckled as Harry's little tantrum ended.. and he gave him a true round of applause. "...Wonderful show."
Draco was a master at tantrums. His poor mother would know...he'd tugged on her arms, bit her and pulled her hair and earrings so much as a little boy...it was a surprise he was still living.
"...You have so much...energy, even when you're exhausted." He noted.
He turned on his side and was watching him curiously. Most of all...he wanted to see what Harry looked like without his glasses looking dirty and rugged.
"Blame it on the food I was feed as a kid, I guess."
He looked somewhat vulnerable with the glasses. And REALLY tired. But he refused to fall asleep now and let the ants have play cricket in his hair. So, he merely contended to look back with a sort of childish expression of handicappism- eyes stilted, mouth slightly open...The first thing he was doing after this damn ordeal was taking a bath.
"But I heard rumors that the muggles starved you...didn't they? You don't look that skinny now...Because you eat so much of that damn muggle candy." Draco pried.
he could imagine Harry with rotten teeth.. and just the thought made him chuckle. "...Have you ever considered fixing your eyes and getting rid of those glasses? They hide your eyes...and give you a very nerdy-esque aura." Draco looked like he'd considerably regained enough confidence to Tease Harry...smirking ever so slightly, batting his eyelashes innocently.
"Not really. There just this sort of rule in the house: "Don't let the boy think he's on a vacation. In other words, always constently remind him how lucky he is to live with you". Harry said those words with little emotion.
It was the past, it was unimportant. But his glasses?!
" I can't! I've had them since...oh...I don't know how long... They're probably the only things that were actually MINE before I got here." He gaped.
"Oh come on. I'm sure you'd score with the...ladies...much more if you at least tried it."
He didn't actually sound thrilled about girls liking Harry...frankly because he was a tad ...ok...maybe not a tad...very possessive of Harry... whether he'd like it or not. Personally he didn't care about his reputation as much as his father did for him.
"...You'd look cute."
He chuckled even more... feeling very confident with himself... even if he did get smacked in the face.
The prospect of girl hanging off of him like in the rap video he'd accidentally seen this summer made him ill. He expressed his feelings with a face.
" As though I don't have enough problems with this damn scar...I can just imagine the calamity...ugh."
"Really..I didn't think you of all people...Scarface..."
He liked that nickname he'd given Harry in their younger years... and the reaction it triggered.
"...Where so concerned about your appearance. Are you really as vain as I am?"
Draco was just having a ball now...mostly because he'd never been this close or had such talks with Harry. Maybe he didn't appreciate it...but Draco certainly did. It was like Harry actually cared...although he probably didn't.
That probably wasn't a good move on Draco's part. Harry immediately, turned around, giving Malfoy a good view of the back of his head. He didn't appreciate being called "Scarface" no more now then he did earlier. And most astounding was how Draco was beginning to act more and more like his normal, arrogant self. It was like...like...their were tow people in that body-one bastard, and one...what? Possible friend? Or maybe even- NO! NONONO! He wasn't going to even think about the "L" word!
"..Awww. I was only kidding you know. Don't be so stubborn. Your scar isn't bad at all. I mean..It's small.. and your famous because of it! Sheesh..."
He flopped over back to his back and stared back up at the sky...considering himself. Well he was slipping back into his nasty mode...but it was hard to help. He let out a little sigh...finding some comfort in the sky that was slowly...slowly becoming alight with the daytime.
"...It looks like it 's about five o'clock now." He stated this fact with growing glee.
He had (More or less) survived an outside with Malfoy. Now, he could finally go back in- and if anyone caught him, he could just say he woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. Beautiful stratagy, Harry. Now, go return Sean's camera, go eat something REALLY fast, and spent the next eight hours...sleeping. The plan sounded so good to him in his head that he strange up, running toward the school building with newfound energy. Glasses were quickly placed back on their usual perch.
...And he left the blond sitting there...watching him go looking...utterly crushed. The stars weren't as comforting as they were a few moments ago. Now everything would go back to normal. As soon as Potter entered the school...which he did...there. Now nothing...Draco thought...could go back to what had happened. Standing up slowly...Draco knew he looked like Crap. If he was lucky he could sneak in and drown himself in the showers...to get clean and wash off all these feelings...He trudged back into the school very dismally.
Woopee! Chapter 5! Review my darlings! XD Wee!