I Can't Believe Harry Potter Slash Fanfiction by Raven
Author's Note: I was on vaca, and I thought I get chaps 3 *and* 4 done. But I only managed a pretty dull 3rd chap. I promise better ones, but I just didn't know how to bring Draco and Mione in this bloody fic!
I wish I may I wish I might have this fic done tonight! (Yeah fricking right...)
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
And since ff.net doesn't put the italics in on my stories, or bold lettering...growl.. // Someone's thoughts \\ Someone's little voice
I watch him from across the Great Hall. It has been a week since I confessed my feelings for him, if only to myself. A week where he has stopped talking with the Weasel, only conversing with that silly Mudblood. Even that is limited. I think I would be a much better companion.
In a week, he has deteriorated rapidly. I see him there, picking at his food, and ignoring what Granger is saying. It doesn't look like he has had any sleep at all. He looks like a corpse walking, with bags hanging from his eyes. Those emerald eyes he has, are always on the floor. I don't know of the last time he actually looked someone in the eye.
I hear talk around school, that he doesn't talk to anyone other than a few select Gryffindor 5th years. I haven't heard his voice since last week. Not an insult one from those once ruby lips of his. So, I've stopped pestering him, if only for a while. Content on watching him from afar, and even though seeing very little.
For the past week, I've been wanting to take him away, and hide him under my bed, so he would only belong to me. Not to this horrible world. I'd take him out and he would be wholly mine in the night. I'd show him what it was like to be loved by a Malfoy.
I shouldn't be thinking if the Great Harry Potter! I shouldn't, but I am. I'm in love with the righteous Gryffindork brat. I'm Draco Malfoy for gods' sake! I should be in love with a pureblooded Slytherin *girl*! But, I've already had this speech with myself, I don't need to go through it again. It's most tiring.
I think I shall buy something for him. Send it to him anonymously. Maybe it'll cheer him up, to know that someone cares for him. Maybe it won't.
So, until I think of a perfect something for him, I'll shall just sit here and watch Potter.
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"Harry, please, tell me what's wrong." I begged him once again.
"Nothing, Hermione. Read your book." His voice is barely above a whisper. Harry continues looking down into his plate of untouched food. He pokes his bacon.
Harry doesn't talk to Ron anymore. I haven't a clue why. I've asked Ron, but he gets this horrible guilty look on his face and becomes quiet. I know he has something to do with Harry and how he is acting nowadays.
Harry refuses to acknowledge Ron at all. I bring Ron up into the, one- sided, conversation, and the little that Harry speaks disappears altogether. His face becomes dark and I swear I think he's trying not to cry.
A week ago, everything was great. A week ago, the three of us were almost joined at the hip. A week ago I didn't have to worry about Harry every second. I think he has gone into depression. And I think that if he doesn't tell someone what has happened to him, he might do something drastic. I do not want to think about what exactly.
I lay a hand on his arm, and he looks up at me. I smile sadly at him, wanting to help him so much. He tries a little smile on, but it doesn't help, it looks forced.
He looks down at his plate again, and pokes the eggs there. That's all he's done with his food, poked it. Last time I saw him actually put something edible in his mouth was three days ago. Maybe I should go to Professor Dumbledore.
As I'm thinking about what to say to the Headmaster, I hear a voice behind me.
"Harry? I need to talk to you." I look behind me and there's Ron staring straight at Harry. I whip my head around to Harry, and he's frozen stiff. It's like someone cast a freezing charm on him, but slowly he turns his face towards Ron. I see his eyes and they are filled with fear and fury.
Harry gets up, ignoring Ron, and walks away. I sit there taking this in. Then I get up myself and grab Ron's arm, dragging him behind me, up to Harry who's at the Great Hall's doors. Then I roughly grab him by the upper are too, and dragged them both squawking out of the hall.
"I don't care what you think! I'm not letting go of you two until you tell me what's wrong!" I yell at them as I pull them angrily into an unused classroom. I practically throw them into desks. " Now, let me hear it."
Harry sits stiffly in his desk looking at his hands and shaking slightly. Ron casts glances between Harry, me, and the floor. I stand there with my arms crossed, ready to start growling soon if one of them does not start speaking.
I am about to start yelling again when I hear Harry whisper quietly, " Ron's a monster like the Dursleys, and I don't want anything to do with him anymore." He continues to stare at hands. I look at Ron, and he has his head lowered.
"Ron a monster?" Harry nods his head slowly, "What did he do?" I hear a choked sob come from Harry. I stare at him is surprise as I saw a tears fall, "What did you do to him, Ron?" I whisper as I walk over to Harry slowly. I wrap my arms around him as he starts to cry. "What happened?" Ron and I lock eyes. He keeps trying to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. Harry shakes in my arms violently.
"H-he.. r-ra-...I..c-can't say..." Harry's voice is muffled by my shoulder. I look down at him and run my hand soothingly on his back, trying to settle him.
"It's okay, Harry. Don't cry. We'll get this all sorted out and everything will be better...Shh.." Ron sits there tensing up when he hears Harry's voice.
Ron turns toward window, "I'm sorry, Harry..." Ron doesn't get very far though. Harry pulls out of my arms and starts to yell at Ron.
"No you're not! You tried to do it again! And if Hermione wasn't here, I bet you'd be on me right now! Trying to rip my clothes off! And trying to..to...to..." Harry trails off, little energy he had gone. He starts to pace the room in a bit of daze. I sit there on my arse putting what Harry had said together. I am totally speechless. Ron tried to...? Or had he already...?
"Harry," Ron walks over to him slowly, and Harry shows him his back, "Harry, look at me." He won't, " Look at me!" Ron screams. Harry slowly turns to him, face hard as stone, "Whatever I did, it won't happen again..." Ron reaches a hand out to touch Harry's cheek, and Harry lets him, "I know I shouldn't, but I'm asking you for your forgiveness." Ron runs a thumb over the drying tears on Harry's face. They stare at each other, forgetting that I was still there.
"Get away from me, Weasley," Harry's voice is stone, "I don't want a rat like you near me." He spits into Ron's face. Then he goes to the door and walks out of the room.
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I can't believe he had the nerve! I hate him! Hate him, hate him, hate him! I'm going to go to the Headmaster and asked to be transferred out of my dormitory. I don't think I can stand to be in that place with him any longer! I haven't had a wink of sleep since I passed out on my bed a week ago. I've been too scared, even though I've cast so many charms around my bed, that not even Voldemort could get in!
Stupid gargoyle! Why won't you let me pass? If I could I would blow you to bits! I hate you too! Stupid Gargoyle!
Where are you Professor Dumbledore? Why won't you come out of your office? I need to talk to you! And I don't know your bloody password! Stupid passwords! I hate those bloody things too!
I feel like screaming! I feel like ripping something to pieces. I want to hurt something! I want to tear it to shreds after I hurt it!
I'm going outside, since the bloody Headmaster won't answer his gargoyle, stupid bloody thing! I'm going to go outside and scream my lungs out! I need to scream my fricking life away!
~
Harry ran from the stone gargoyle that blocked the way to the Headmasters office. He ran down the staircases, and hallways and past a few 3rd years, who yelped as he pushed them out of his way. He made his way out into the daytime, and out to the lake. Slowing down his running to a complete stop, he starting to scream out his pain into the cool morning air.
Harry screamed, scaring birds out of their trees and making the Giant Squid surface to see what was all the racket. He let his voice echo over the land until his voice had disappeared. He screamed on afterwards even though no sound came out, doubling over at the burning in his abused throat. He screamed until he finally passed out from the lack of oxygen.
So, of course he didn't notice the figure that picked up his small frame, and carried him under a large tree. He didn't notice that the figure ran his hands gently through his messy hair, trying to smooth it down somewhat. Or that the figure let his finger play lightly over his red face, brushing over his scar lovingly. Didn't notice the figure take off his cloak and wrap it around him, and make sure he was comfortable even though he slept on not knowing.
Harry Potter didn't notice Draco Malfoy pull out a book, and sit down leaning against the tree, waiting for him to wake up.
~
Ron sat in the common room, depressed. Harry hated him, Hermione hated him, and he, himself, hated him. He sat in an armchair, with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, staring into the fire.
After Harry had left, Ron had wiped the spit from his face. He started to go after him, when Hermione finally made herself remembered, by starting to yell at him at the top of her lungs. Cursing his living and dying breath she had also stormed out of the forgotten classroom. He had plopped himself into a desk, buried his face into his arms and cried his wretched heart out.
Now he was in the common room, everyone somewhere else on this beautiful day. Ron had no idea where Harry was, nor Hermione, and he thought that it was better that way for now. At least he had a few more hours to live.
/I can't believe Harry and Hermione haven't kill me yet.../
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/I can't believe that Ron would do such a thing.../
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/I can't believe that Harry would waste his breath on the Weasel.../
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/ I can't believe that Malfoy he sitting here by my side reading a book..../
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AN: Which ending will I start at next? What will happen with Harry and Draco? And will Dumbledore ever find out what happenes in his boys' dorm room? Why don't you take a guess and review?
Author's Note: I was on vaca, and I thought I get chaps 3 *and* 4 done. But I only managed a pretty dull 3rd chap. I promise better ones, but I just didn't know how to bring Draco and Mione in this bloody fic!
I wish I may I wish I might have this fic done tonight! (Yeah fricking right...)
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Warning: This is SLASH. Boy on boy action here little ones. This fic also has rape in it so if you can't deal, off you go then!
And since ff.net doesn't put the italics in on my stories, or bold lettering...growl.. // Someone's thoughts \\ Someone's little voice
I watch him from across the Great Hall. It has been a week since I confessed my feelings for him, if only to myself. A week where he has stopped talking with the Weasel, only conversing with that silly Mudblood. Even that is limited. I think I would be a much better companion.
In a week, he has deteriorated rapidly. I see him there, picking at his food, and ignoring what Granger is saying. It doesn't look like he has had any sleep at all. He looks like a corpse walking, with bags hanging from his eyes. Those emerald eyes he has, are always on the floor. I don't know of the last time he actually looked someone in the eye.
I hear talk around school, that he doesn't talk to anyone other than a few select Gryffindor 5th years. I haven't heard his voice since last week. Not an insult one from those once ruby lips of his. So, I've stopped pestering him, if only for a while. Content on watching him from afar, and even though seeing very little.
For the past week, I've been wanting to take him away, and hide him under my bed, so he would only belong to me. Not to this horrible world. I'd take him out and he would be wholly mine in the night. I'd show him what it was like to be loved by a Malfoy.
I shouldn't be thinking if the Great Harry Potter! I shouldn't, but I am. I'm in love with the righteous Gryffindork brat. I'm Draco Malfoy for gods' sake! I should be in love with a pureblooded Slytherin *girl*! But, I've already had this speech with myself, I don't need to go through it again. It's most tiring.
I think I shall buy something for him. Send it to him anonymously. Maybe it'll cheer him up, to know that someone cares for him. Maybe it won't.
So, until I think of a perfect something for him, I'll shall just sit here and watch Potter.
~
"Harry, please, tell me what's wrong." I begged him once again.
"Nothing, Hermione. Read your book." His voice is barely above a whisper. Harry continues looking down into his plate of untouched food. He pokes his bacon.
Harry doesn't talk to Ron anymore. I haven't a clue why. I've asked Ron, but he gets this horrible guilty look on his face and becomes quiet. I know he has something to do with Harry and how he is acting nowadays.
Harry refuses to acknowledge Ron at all. I bring Ron up into the, one- sided, conversation, and the little that Harry speaks disappears altogether. His face becomes dark and I swear I think he's trying not to cry.
A week ago, everything was great. A week ago, the three of us were almost joined at the hip. A week ago I didn't have to worry about Harry every second. I think he has gone into depression. And I think that if he doesn't tell someone what has happened to him, he might do something drastic. I do not want to think about what exactly.
I lay a hand on his arm, and he looks up at me. I smile sadly at him, wanting to help him so much. He tries a little smile on, but it doesn't help, it looks forced.
He looks down at his plate again, and pokes the eggs there. That's all he's done with his food, poked it. Last time I saw him actually put something edible in his mouth was three days ago. Maybe I should go to Professor Dumbledore.
As I'm thinking about what to say to the Headmaster, I hear a voice behind me.
"Harry? I need to talk to you." I look behind me and there's Ron staring straight at Harry. I whip my head around to Harry, and he's frozen stiff. It's like someone cast a freezing charm on him, but slowly he turns his face towards Ron. I see his eyes and they are filled with fear and fury.
Harry gets up, ignoring Ron, and walks away. I sit there taking this in. Then I get up myself and grab Ron's arm, dragging him behind me, up to Harry who's at the Great Hall's doors. Then I roughly grab him by the upper are too, and dragged them both squawking out of the hall.
"I don't care what you think! I'm not letting go of you two until you tell me what's wrong!" I yell at them as I pull them angrily into an unused classroom. I practically throw them into desks. " Now, let me hear it."
Harry sits stiffly in his desk looking at his hands and shaking slightly. Ron casts glances between Harry, me, and the floor. I stand there with my arms crossed, ready to start growling soon if one of them does not start speaking.
I am about to start yelling again when I hear Harry whisper quietly, " Ron's a monster like the Dursleys, and I don't want anything to do with him anymore." He continues to stare at hands. I look at Ron, and he has his head lowered.
"Ron a monster?" Harry nods his head slowly, "What did he do?" I hear a choked sob come from Harry. I stare at him is surprise as I saw a tears fall, "What did you do to him, Ron?" I whisper as I walk over to Harry slowly. I wrap my arms around him as he starts to cry. "What happened?" Ron and I lock eyes. He keeps trying to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. Harry shakes in my arms violently.
"H-he.. r-ra-...I..c-can't say..." Harry's voice is muffled by my shoulder. I look down at him and run my hand soothingly on his back, trying to settle him.
"It's okay, Harry. Don't cry. We'll get this all sorted out and everything will be better...Shh.." Ron sits there tensing up when he hears Harry's voice.
Ron turns toward window, "I'm sorry, Harry..." Ron doesn't get very far though. Harry pulls out of my arms and starts to yell at Ron.
"No you're not! You tried to do it again! And if Hermione wasn't here, I bet you'd be on me right now! Trying to rip my clothes off! And trying to..to...to..." Harry trails off, little energy he had gone. He starts to pace the room in a bit of daze. I sit there on my arse putting what Harry had said together. I am totally speechless. Ron tried to...? Or had he already...?
"Harry," Ron walks over to him slowly, and Harry shows him his back, "Harry, look at me." He won't, " Look at me!" Ron screams. Harry slowly turns to him, face hard as stone, "Whatever I did, it won't happen again..." Ron reaches a hand out to touch Harry's cheek, and Harry lets him, "I know I shouldn't, but I'm asking you for your forgiveness." Ron runs a thumb over the drying tears on Harry's face. They stare at each other, forgetting that I was still there.
"Get away from me, Weasley," Harry's voice is stone, "I don't want a rat like you near me." He spits into Ron's face. Then he goes to the door and walks out of the room.
~
I can't believe he had the nerve! I hate him! Hate him, hate him, hate him! I'm going to go to the Headmaster and asked to be transferred out of my dormitory. I don't think I can stand to be in that place with him any longer! I haven't had a wink of sleep since I passed out on my bed a week ago. I've been too scared, even though I've cast so many charms around my bed, that not even Voldemort could get in!
Stupid gargoyle! Why won't you let me pass? If I could I would blow you to bits! I hate you too! Stupid Gargoyle!
Where are you Professor Dumbledore? Why won't you come out of your office? I need to talk to you! And I don't know your bloody password! Stupid passwords! I hate those bloody things too!
I feel like screaming! I feel like ripping something to pieces. I want to hurt something! I want to tear it to shreds after I hurt it!
I'm going outside, since the bloody Headmaster won't answer his gargoyle, stupid bloody thing! I'm going to go outside and scream my lungs out! I need to scream my fricking life away!
~
Harry ran from the stone gargoyle that blocked the way to the Headmasters office. He ran down the staircases, and hallways and past a few 3rd years, who yelped as he pushed them out of his way. He made his way out into the daytime, and out to the lake. Slowing down his running to a complete stop, he starting to scream out his pain into the cool morning air.
Harry screamed, scaring birds out of their trees and making the Giant Squid surface to see what was all the racket. He let his voice echo over the land until his voice had disappeared. He screamed on afterwards even though no sound came out, doubling over at the burning in his abused throat. He screamed until he finally passed out from the lack of oxygen.
So, of course he didn't notice the figure that picked up his small frame, and carried him under a large tree. He didn't notice that the figure ran his hands gently through his messy hair, trying to smooth it down somewhat. Or that the figure let his finger play lightly over his red face, brushing over his scar lovingly. Didn't notice the figure take off his cloak and wrap it around him, and make sure he was comfortable even though he slept on not knowing.
Harry Potter didn't notice Draco Malfoy pull out a book, and sit down leaning against the tree, waiting for him to wake up.
~
Ron sat in the common room, depressed. Harry hated him, Hermione hated him, and he, himself, hated him. He sat in an armchair, with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, staring into the fire.
After Harry had left, Ron had wiped the spit from his face. He started to go after him, when Hermione finally made herself remembered, by starting to yell at him at the top of her lungs. Cursing his living and dying breath she had also stormed out of the forgotten classroom. He had plopped himself into a desk, buried his face into his arms and cried his wretched heart out.
Now he was in the common room, everyone somewhere else on this beautiful day. Ron had no idea where Harry was, nor Hermione, and he thought that it was better that way for now. At least he had a few more hours to live.
/I can't believe Harry and Hermione haven't kill me yet.../
~
/I can't believe that Ron would do such a thing.../
~
/I can't believe that Harry would waste his breath on the Weasel.../
~
/ I can't believe that Malfoy he sitting here by my side reading a book..../
~
AN: Which ending will I start at next? What will happen with Harry and Draco? And will Dumbledore ever find out what happenes in his boys' dorm room? Why don't you take a guess and review?