A/N: Wee, you guys are really nice! I realised I couldn't possibly leave
it at that, though… We DO need to find out why Draco didn't kill Harry when
he had his chance!
The thing is, after this, I don't have a clue of where I'm going with this story… If you have ANY suggestions, feel free to tell me! I don't think I'll make it slash… This story was supposed to circle mostly around Harry, I only took the chance to show that maybe sometimes Draco isn't all that bad. He's human, even if he doesn't always seem like it.
P.S To Jenny: Hej, en svensk på fanfiction.net! Det har jag aldrig varit med om! Vart bor du? Visst e det lite jobbigt att skriva allt på engelska…
Enjoy!
Draco really, really hated having Harry in his arms. He couldn't recall any other situation in his life when he had felt more uncomfortable than now.
Hearing him cry was, well… a little heartbreaking, but he still wasn't very fond of the fact that he was hugging his sworn archenemy.
As soon as Harry was all out of tears, he got up and headed for the door, not wanting to meet Draco's eyes.
"Wait a minute…" Draco reached out and seized his arm. "Just where do you think you're going?" Harry turned his face away and sniffed a little.
"Uh… back to Gryffindor Tower. Thanks for having this… discussion with me, Malfoy, I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow." Harry then tried walking away again, but no, Draco held him in a steady grip.
"Will I?" He asked. "You sure your seat is not going to be empty tomorrow morning?" Harry slowly met Draco's eyes and shuddered.
"If only I was powerful enough to use the Avda Kadavra curse on myself I wouldn't have been forced to come up here in the first place." Draco gave him a raised eyebrow at this. Harry sighed and almost forcefully jerked away his arm. "I'm going back to bed. You have my word."
Draco surrendered and let Harry go. Harry quickly disappeared down the stairs. Draco was still sitting on the floor, leaned against the castle wall.
"Christ, what a night…" He muttered and ran his hands through his hair.
*I stopped him. I saved him. How the fuck did I do that?* Draco gazed over at the rail and smiled a little to himself. *Crazy dork… Jumping off a balcony, what an utterly lame way to kill yourself…*
As soon as Harry reached the Portrait hole, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had forgotten his Cloak on the balcony. Harry mentally smacked himself on the forehead and returned to the tower as quickly as possible.
He stepped out on the balcony and up to the rail, where he had hung the Cloak earlier that night. It wasn't there. Maybe it had fallen over the rail as Draco had pushed him against it? Harry leaned over the rail and tried to fix his eyes on the ground far below. And then…
"There's something I've learned from tonight…" The cold voice came from behind him. Harry froze and turned around. Draco was still sitting next to the exit, leaned against the wall. His arms were resting on his knees and Harry could almost see something of a smile playing on Draco's lips.
"… Never trust the word of a sworn enemy." Draco got up and grabbed Harry's arm, much more harshly this time.
"You're a hazard to yourself, Potter. I don't know if you're really drunk or just really, really stupid, but I'm not going to let you out of my sight tonight."
"Bu- but…" Harry stuttered.
"And don't come with any of your lame excuses, jumping one time when you're desperate seems understandable in your situation, but a second try? You must be mentally confused or something, what the fuck do I know." Draco started dragging Harry down the stairs from the tower and headed for the dungeons.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked, looking around with dizzy eyes. He did start to feel a little unsteady, and tired…
"To my dorms. Whatever is wrong with you tonight, you need to sleep it off."
"But I told you, I *will* go back to bed!" Harry whined, almost childish.
"Don't argue with me, Potter." Draco snarled and jerked his arm even harder.
"Hey, you're hurting me!"
"Better than killing you." Draco pushed the doors open and Harry's eyes widened.
"You got your *own* dorms?! This place is huge!" The walls were covered in Slytherin banners and posters of famous Quidditch players. Next to the giant four-poster there was a long bookshelf filled with thick, worn out volumes in black leather.
"Draco Malfoy reads on his free time??!!" Harry stared at the bookshelf, but Draco quickly pushed him onto the bed and actually caught his glasses in the air before the boy hit the bed. "Night, night, Potter. Remember if you need anything…" Draco frowned and looked around, "just get it yourself would you?"
Harry scowled.
"Such hospitality…"
"Oh shut it."
"And you're sleeping where…?" Draco sat down and made himself comfortable in a big green armchair in the darkest corner of the room and sighed.
"What do you think? I'm not going to sleep with an inebriated suicidal Gryffindor in my room!" Harry sat up in less than a second and yelled at him:
"I'm NOT inetriacered!"
"Inebriated, Potter, do you even know the meaning of that word?"
Thud, Harry blacked out and fell backwards on the bed.
*About time…* Draco thought to himself and reached out for a book. Though he knew he would not be able to concentrate at all tonight.
*Still hate him. Still hating his guts. Should've pushed him over that rail when I had the chance.*
He picked a random page, but never started reading. He just stared and the dark figure lying on his bed, now snoring forcefully.
Coming up: In the next chapter, Harry will ask Draco why he saved him, and all Draco wants is to throw Harry out of his room and forget all about it.
Still, if you have ANY suggestions, please tell me!!! To do that, you click the review button on the bottom of the page, and if you don't have any suggestions, click it anyway!
The thing is, after this, I don't have a clue of where I'm going with this story… If you have ANY suggestions, feel free to tell me! I don't think I'll make it slash… This story was supposed to circle mostly around Harry, I only took the chance to show that maybe sometimes Draco isn't all that bad. He's human, even if he doesn't always seem like it.
P.S To Jenny: Hej, en svensk på fanfiction.net! Det har jag aldrig varit med om! Vart bor du? Visst e det lite jobbigt att skriva allt på engelska…
Enjoy!
Draco really, really hated having Harry in his arms. He couldn't recall any other situation in his life when he had felt more uncomfortable than now.
Hearing him cry was, well… a little heartbreaking, but he still wasn't very fond of the fact that he was hugging his sworn archenemy.
As soon as Harry was all out of tears, he got up and headed for the door, not wanting to meet Draco's eyes.
"Wait a minute…" Draco reached out and seized his arm. "Just where do you think you're going?" Harry turned his face away and sniffed a little.
"Uh… back to Gryffindor Tower. Thanks for having this… discussion with me, Malfoy, I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow." Harry then tried walking away again, but no, Draco held him in a steady grip.
"Will I?" He asked. "You sure your seat is not going to be empty tomorrow morning?" Harry slowly met Draco's eyes and shuddered.
"If only I was powerful enough to use the Avda Kadavra curse on myself I wouldn't have been forced to come up here in the first place." Draco gave him a raised eyebrow at this. Harry sighed and almost forcefully jerked away his arm. "I'm going back to bed. You have my word."
Draco surrendered and let Harry go. Harry quickly disappeared down the stairs. Draco was still sitting on the floor, leaned against the castle wall.
"Christ, what a night…" He muttered and ran his hands through his hair.
*I stopped him. I saved him. How the fuck did I do that?* Draco gazed over at the rail and smiled a little to himself. *Crazy dork… Jumping off a balcony, what an utterly lame way to kill yourself…*
As soon as Harry reached the Portrait hole, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had forgotten his Cloak on the balcony. Harry mentally smacked himself on the forehead and returned to the tower as quickly as possible.
He stepped out on the balcony and up to the rail, where he had hung the Cloak earlier that night. It wasn't there. Maybe it had fallen over the rail as Draco had pushed him against it? Harry leaned over the rail and tried to fix his eyes on the ground far below. And then…
"There's something I've learned from tonight…" The cold voice came from behind him. Harry froze and turned around. Draco was still sitting next to the exit, leaned against the wall. His arms were resting on his knees and Harry could almost see something of a smile playing on Draco's lips.
"… Never trust the word of a sworn enemy." Draco got up and grabbed Harry's arm, much more harshly this time.
"You're a hazard to yourself, Potter. I don't know if you're really drunk or just really, really stupid, but I'm not going to let you out of my sight tonight."
"Bu- but…" Harry stuttered.
"And don't come with any of your lame excuses, jumping one time when you're desperate seems understandable in your situation, but a second try? You must be mentally confused or something, what the fuck do I know." Draco started dragging Harry down the stairs from the tower and headed for the dungeons.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked, looking around with dizzy eyes. He did start to feel a little unsteady, and tired…
"To my dorms. Whatever is wrong with you tonight, you need to sleep it off."
"But I told you, I *will* go back to bed!" Harry whined, almost childish.
"Don't argue with me, Potter." Draco snarled and jerked his arm even harder.
"Hey, you're hurting me!"
"Better than killing you." Draco pushed the doors open and Harry's eyes widened.
"You got your *own* dorms?! This place is huge!" The walls were covered in Slytherin banners and posters of famous Quidditch players. Next to the giant four-poster there was a long bookshelf filled with thick, worn out volumes in black leather.
"Draco Malfoy reads on his free time??!!" Harry stared at the bookshelf, but Draco quickly pushed him onto the bed and actually caught his glasses in the air before the boy hit the bed. "Night, night, Potter. Remember if you need anything…" Draco frowned and looked around, "just get it yourself would you?"
Harry scowled.
"Such hospitality…"
"Oh shut it."
"And you're sleeping where…?" Draco sat down and made himself comfortable in a big green armchair in the darkest corner of the room and sighed.
"What do you think? I'm not going to sleep with an inebriated suicidal Gryffindor in my room!" Harry sat up in less than a second and yelled at him:
"I'm NOT inetriacered!"
"Inebriated, Potter, do you even know the meaning of that word?"
Thud, Harry blacked out and fell backwards on the bed.
*About time…* Draco thought to himself and reached out for a book. Though he knew he would not be able to concentrate at all tonight.
*Still hate him. Still hating his guts. Should've pushed him over that rail when I had the chance.*
He picked a random page, but never started reading. He just stared and the dark figure lying on his bed, now snoring forcefully.
Coming up: In the next chapter, Harry will ask Draco why he saved him, and all Draco wants is to throw Harry out of his room and forget all about it.
Still, if you have ANY suggestions, please tell me!!! To do that, you click the review button on the bottom of the page, and if you don't have any suggestions, click it anyway!