A/n: I am terribly sorry that it took me so long to upload this damn chapter well for ****'s sake man, my father went home and well, it's hard to write some slash cause he's reading my stuff and all.. Anyway, I've left off really corny and sappy and I'm building this fic once again, making it complicated and rather complex than the previous chapters.
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Chapter 6- quick bright things come to confusion
Draco closed his eyes, looking up from the piece of parchment he just read. For a sudden moment, as brief as lightning, scenes flashed into his mind, Harry and he, the kisses, the hands, the touching, the feeling. It played around and around like a sick carousel, spinning out of control. Draco opened his eyes as he heard footsteps coming towards him from behind. He wheeled around to find Crabbe there. The young Malfoy's gray eyes flashed angrily, his hand clenching the piece of parchment rather harder and fiercer than necessary as he walked toward the other boy. Crabbe gave him a weird look, a questioning look as he ignored him and went on his way to lay on his four poster bed. Draco blocked his way; he said nothing, remaining silent, but his eyes showed a spark of anger, of fury that Crabbe did not understand. "Read this." Draco said simply, shoving unto him the piece of parchment. Crabbe blinked for several seconds before finally taking the paper from Draco's tenuous grip.
He scanned it and then looked up at Draco, who at the rate, seemed to be towering over him. "What's this?" Crabbe asked, confused.
"From Father," Draco replied. "And you told him didn't you? You told him didn't you? Answer me, Crabbe. You told him Potter and I were seeing each other?! Didn't You?! You and Goyle!!"
Crabbe shook his head, fear suddenly seeping through his features like an adrenaline rush all put to course. "I didn't." Crabbe whimpered uneasily. "I swear Draco—"
Draco closed his eyes, fighting the long stream of tears that wanted to fall. A sudden flicker of an odd emotion –melancholiness?-Crabbe wasn't sure—crossed Draco's face, it disappeared as swift as it came. A saturnine look was all that Draco gave.
"I'm not seeing him, Crabbe, you very much know that. He's my enemy-my rival. I don't like him. Okay? Do you see now what wrong you have done? Do you see?! You've lied to my father Crabbe, you and that blasted Goyle! Now he's coming…" Draco's voice quivered and fell to a whisper barely audible. "To get my Harry…"
Crabbe looked up, bewildered. "What did you say?" He spat.
Draco shook his head, features softening into a somber gaze. "I—I won't let father touch him. I just won't.. let that happen.. I l-love him too much—so much I just—"
"It's true then," Crabbe said. "The rumors on the train that you kissed him and all…"
Draco turned to jhis heel and ran out the door.
Harry wrapped the cloak around himself as he crept into the dim-lit corridors that lead to the Hospital Wing. Hermione had left Ron to sleep and it bothered Harry—it ate him up on the inside to know that he was the cause of Ron's suicidal attempts. Harry tossed and turned all night, trying to sleep—trying desperately to sleep, but every time he'd close his eyes, right there behind his closed eyelids was the face of Ron.
The guilt made him feel bad. It was as if the jaws of darkness started devouring his soul to the extreme and that there's nothing left ton hold anymore. That there's nothing to let go of anymore, either. And it hurt so bad for some unknown reason that it was so. It hurt so bad to think that Harry chose Draco over Ron…
Harry closed his eyes, letting the cold night air fill him in as he neared the Hospital Wing. He opened the door, the hinges creaking, and slipped in as slick and silent as a cat. Ron was lying there, still unconscious, his chest bondaged and his breathing even. Harry tried his best not to whimper as he tried to imagine what Ron did to himself—the blod—the knife. Harry gritted his teeth.
He threw the cloak to the floor and went to Ron's side.
Stroking his red hair, ever so gently, he stared at his bestfriend's angelic face, suddenly thinking he was beautiful. Ron shifted in his sleep, silently whimpering "Harry," every now and then. "Shh.." Harry whispered, stocking Ron's cheeks with one finger. "It's gonna be okay.."
At the sound of Harry's voice, Ron's eyes jerked open. "Harry…" There was a sharp pain on his chest but Ron tried to fight it as he leaned back on the covers, staring into the green eyes before him. "Harry I—"
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry"
They both spoke at the same time. Ron instantly looked up. Harry's face looked beautiful, illuminated by the moonlight. Harry breath came in large gasps as he felt himself being drawn into Ron's blue eyes. He was inching-closer and closer to wards the red-head.
And the next thing he knew, he was kissing him.
Draco:
I have to find him. To touch him once more; the first time was never enough. But I have to break him some time. Why do things-good things end so fast-swift as the waves that claps each other—it falls on so fast you don't have the time to catch it.. I love Harry. Or do I?
I have never really understood love. What is it? Lust perhaps? I don't know. But I'm sure Harry can give me answers. I never thought that we'd—be together. It's the least I expected. Too bad for that Weasel boy. Harry is my enemy. Was my enemy. So this is how it feels..
To be loved. To love.
I'm just I don't know—upset that it couldn't last for long. My father found out. I'm dead. We're both dead—Harry and I. I feel like I've been sucked into the depths of confusion and animosity. I hate my father for depriving me of happiness. Happiness for me is Harry all the same—but father does not know happiness at all. I have to find Harry. I just have to—break him.
I guess we're just never meant to be..
Never.
I love him…
Draco rounded into once corner, tears in his eyes as he pushed open the door to the hospital wing. He had this feeling that somehow, Harry might be there.
What he found there was not what he expected at all…
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