A/N: Grrr. *growls deeply* The review-system is all messed up! I haven't
been able to get OR write a single review for like. three weeks!
So anyway, End Me is supposed to become "interesting" by now, and believe
me; I'm trying very hard!
I've finally made up my mind about the slash-issue, and. well. you'll just
have to see what comes from now on! But still, ideas are very much welcome!
DRACO'S DENIAL
Draco Malfoy was finally on top of things. Like he always was, in full control of his life once again. Puh! No drunk Potter, no dark, green-eyed mystery-hero sleeping in his bed or walking around with his untidy hair and blushed cheeks, or even worse, using his toothbrush!!!
Now he was safe again, in control - in other words, on top of the world. Draco Malfoy was in potions class.
It felt so good to forget about the passed weekend that Draco gladly absorbed himself in the instruction paper in front of him. This potion was going to be perfect, hopefully he would win twenty points for Slytherin or something, and so his day would pick up.
Well people, sometimes things don't always work out the way you want them to. The so called dark, green-eyed mystery-hero suddenly burst through the door, his bag thrown over his shoulder, his glasses on the very tip of his nose and his hair pointing in - well, pretty much every possible direction.
Draco threw a glance at his watch. Ops, Potter was twenty minutes late! He almost felt sorry for him, obviously Snape would be happy to remove at least a hundred points from Gryffindor. He almost felt sorry.
Harry, as he felt everyone's eyes upon him, caught eye of Ron and Hermione in the front, and quickly made his way through the classroom to sit beside them, when - ~Rip!~
His bag broke from underneath and spilled books, parchments and ink all over the floor. Immediately, all of the Slytherins burst out laughing as Harry fell to his knees and began collection his stuff, carefully avoiding looking up from the floor.
Draco just kept staring at the dark-haired boy. *Geez, of all the bad luck he's had, this must be the most inconvenient accident ever.*
Snape was just sitting at his desk in the front, now rubbing his temples slightly.
"Will you just sit down, Potter?" Harry grabbed the last feather pen and hurried over to the empty seat next to Ron.
"Do I dare ask?" Snape glared at the Gryffindor. Harry cleared his throat slightly and looked down at his hands, fingers knitting together and twitching around.
"N- no, professor, I'm sorry. I - I slept in." Snape snorted and took notes.
"That'll be fifty points from Gryffindor, and do I even want to know about your homework?"
"It's... done, professor, I just have to -"
"Good, now let's continue, you can all come and get your ingredients at my desk." Draco, who was sitting at desk behind Harry, saw Ron leaning over and heard him whispering in Harry's ear:
"Why did you lie, Harry? 'Slept in'? It's not fair to take fifty points, you should have told him, I'm sure he would've understood -"
"Leave it Ron. Please." Harry didn't look up. Hermione laid her hand on Ron's shoulder to get him back to work.
"It's okay, Harry," she sighed. Harry gave her a small smile, and then buried himself in the instruction paper. And so did Draco when he realised the conversation was over.
Now and then he picked up the sound of Harry letting out a quiet gasp or a small groan, and he quickly looked up in time to see him raise his hand to his scar, rubbing it slightly. As
Seamus asked from the back of the classroom if he could borrow Harry's knife, Harry turned around and gave him the little dagger and Draco saw it - Harry's scar was turning red, almost purple. It looked as if it was burning into his forehead. Harry drew his hand through his hair, and a couple of hairs close to the scar just - fell! Draco's eyes widened, he could se tiny drops of sweat taking form on Harry's forehead, and he realised; the boy was fighting hard just to stay conscious.
Did this mean Voldemort was in the building, or did it mean he was getting even stronger? Was he close now; was Harry right about how there was no way to win this battle by now? When Harry met Draco's staring gaze, Draco looked down immediately and continued chopping his maevelroots.
"Potter." Harry looked up, letting his hair fall forward and covering his reddening scar. Severus Snape's voice was at its silkiest tone.
"Since you seem to be so concentrated in this task, I would like for you to write all of the ingredients' different names and where to find them on the black board, thank you." Draco jerked in his seat, and followed Harry with his eyes as the dark-haired boy slowly made his was to the black board in the front.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, staring at Harry as he with a pale hand reached for the chalk and placed in steadily on the black board. He drew it slowly downwards, creating a screeching sound that made Snape grimace dramatically.
"Please, Potter, is that the fastest you can do?" Harry took a new grip around the chalk and breathed heavily. He drew another line, crossing the first line in a very strange angle.
"What letter is that, Potter, I don't think I've seen it before!" Pansy Parkinson called from the middle row, making the Slytherins laugh. Harry's breathing became more and more unsteady, and in the matter of seconds, his hand started vibrating as he couldn't even draw the line straight. The chalk fell to the floor, and so did Harry.
Chaos spread in the classroom. Snape jumped to his feet and he saw Harry's scar that came into view. Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. Draco had never seen Severus so scared. In an instant her seized Hermione and held her away from Harry, whose body was starting to draw together in powerful spasms. His eyes rolled up in his head and he let out a muffled cry.
"Oh God!" Hermione screamed and turned her face away. Draco couldn't.
"Go get madam Pomfrey!" Severus ordered Ron. Ron stared at his friend, eyes wide in horror.
"GO!" Snape roared, still holding Hermione in a firm grasp. And Ron turned on his heal, and reached the doors in three giant steps as he set off down the corridor, running faster than he had ever done before.
Harry opened his eyes, and quickly closed them again. The sunlight made him feel like his head was going to explode. He turned his face away from the window, and his eyes fell on a note left on the table next to him. It was folded neatly so that Harry could reed from where he was lying.
~ Harry! Madam Pomfrey won't let us stay here until you've woken up, so we left you this note. We're worried sick about you, please send someone to come and get us as soon as you're awake! Many hugs, wishes Hermione and Ron ~
Harry reached up and felt bandages snared around his forehead. He turned his head the other way.
"GAH!" He jumped as he stared right into a pair of neutralised, grey eyes under a pair of platinum blond brows.
"Malfoy, what the heck!" Draco gave him a weak smile, and for a second, Harry couldn't if there was any sarcasm in it, or if it was just - a smile.
"This must be worse than your hangover yesterday, right?" He grinned. Harry grabbed his head and groaned, leaning back on the pillow.
"You have no idea." Then he narrowed his eyes at Draco. "What are you doing here anyway? Not just paying me a visit to be friendly, right?"
Draco reached into his school bag and placed a thick book and an assignment together with an empty paper on the chair next to the bed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but Snape sent me here. This is the homework for next week, he hopes you'll keep up in class, even though you're suffering some... complicated situations." Harry laughed out loud. Draco wrinkled his nose.
"Are you laughing at me, Potter?" His voice was now in its defensive stance.
"Ha ha. No... I just love the way you put that, Malfoy." Harry started laughing to himself again. "Suffering some complicated situations..." He chuckled and dried a tear from the corner of his left eye. Draco stared at him as if he had gone completely crazy.
Harry's laugh turned into coughs, and then he cleared his throat and looked back at Draco, then sniggered.
"I wasn't laughing at you, Draco, I was laughing with you at the situation, you need to stop being so hostile and learn the difference."
"Oh really?" Draco called out. Harry smiled and nodded. Draco snorted in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm getting advice on how to stay positive from a guy who jumped from a balcony as soon as the day before yesterday!" Harry shrugged.
"You were right about that, Draco, it was just a quirk. I'm not usually that much of a cry baby, thank god."
"Yeah, thank god." Draco muttered and sat down next to the bed. "So, do I even want to know how you got that drunk?" Harry shook his head slowly.
"No, I don't think so. It was just the first time I got drunk, and I didn't know how much I could cope I guess." He laughed at himself. Draco only shook his head slightly, brows furrowed in wonder.
"My biggest question is how do you cope with this?" He let his hand sweep around the hospital wing. "How do you manage to go on like this?"
"I don't. I jumped before you pulled me over remember? I know, it's a one- day-at-a-time thing. Mostly I cling to self-irony." He picked up the note left by Ron and Hermione and sighed.
"But I just can't help but thinking - hoping that maybe it'll all be alright somehow. From where I'm standing now it looks like I'm loosing grip, Draco," he turned his eyes to the blonde, and saw Draco staring right back at him, looking terrified and amazed at the same time. "I can't fight a battle against Voldemort this way, but if only something would come to me, something that could give me the power, the enthusiasm, the belief that I could live on."
It was so clear to Draco now, that all Harry needed was love. He didn't have any parents, and his godfather was on the run. And sometimes it even seamed as if Weasley and Granger were actually growing tired of being friends with Harry.
It was such a powerful thought, that all Harry needed was for someone to really love him, and he would be on his feet again, fighting Voldemort like always before. Many people in this world had enough love for a lifetime and more, but they still wouldn't have the courage to challenge a Death Eater. Ands this boy, fifteen years old, only needed love to fight all the evil of the wizard world. It sent shivers down Draco's spine.
"What?" Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
"W- what?" Draco jerked out of his thoughts.
"You're staring at me with something strange in your eyes." Harry declared, and dropped the note nonchalantly on the table.
"I just thought -" Draco stopped himself, and then shrugged. "I just thought, looks like I've saved the life of someone really special." He got up and threw the bag over his shoulder. Harry stared at him.
"Oh and by the way," Draco turned around before he opened the door. "Do you want me to tell your friends you're awake?" Harry shook his head slowly.
"No thanks, I think I'll just..." His voice faded. Draco nodded.
"Okay then, I'll see you later." The door closed.
"Wait!" Harry sat up quickly. "I need to ask you something! Draco? Ah, shit." He muttered and fell back on the pillows.
A/N: Ooh, what did Harry want to ask Draco? And are Draco's barriers of ice actually starting to melt? Hmpf.. not likely!
Coming up: A confrontation, where many secret thoughts are put into view, and a very important meeting is held by Dumbledore; Voldemort is drawing nearer.
Now PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEAAASEE leave a review to enlighten my day, I really, really need it! It'll take some time for the next chapter to appear, but I can promise you it'll be finished in a month and not a day later!! Or maybe sooner.
DRACO'S DENIAL
Draco Malfoy was finally on top of things. Like he always was, in full control of his life once again. Puh! No drunk Potter, no dark, green-eyed mystery-hero sleeping in his bed or walking around with his untidy hair and blushed cheeks, or even worse, using his toothbrush!!!
Now he was safe again, in control - in other words, on top of the world. Draco Malfoy was in potions class.
It felt so good to forget about the passed weekend that Draco gladly absorbed himself in the instruction paper in front of him. This potion was going to be perfect, hopefully he would win twenty points for Slytherin or something, and so his day would pick up.
Well people, sometimes things don't always work out the way you want them to. The so called dark, green-eyed mystery-hero suddenly burst through the door, his bag thrown over his shoulder, his glasses on the very tip of his nose and his hair pointing in - well, pretty much every possible direction.
Draco threw a glance at his watch. Ops, Potter was twenty minutes late! He almost felt sorry for him, obviously Snape would be happy to remove at least a hundred points from Gryffindor. He almost felt sorry.
Harry, as he felt everyone's eyes upon him, caught eye of Ron and Hermione in the front, and quickly made his way through the classroom to sit beside them, when - ~Rip!~
His bag broke from underneath and spilled books, parchments and ink all over the floor. Immediately, all of the Slytherins burst out laughing as Harry fell to his knees and began collection his stuff, carefully avoiding looking up from the floor.
Draco just kept staring at the dark-haired boy. *Geez, of all the bad luck he's had, this must be the most inconvenient accident ever.*
Snape was just sitting at his desk in the front, now rubbing his temples slightly.
"Will you just sit down, Potter?" Harry grabbed the last feather pen and hurried over to the empty seat next to Ron.
"Do I dare ask?" Snape glared at the Gryffindor. Harry cleared his throat slightly and looked down at his hands, fingers knitting together and twitching around.
"N- no, professor, I'm sorry. I - I slept in." Snape snorted and took notes.
"That'll be fifty points from Gryffindor, and do I even want to know about your homework?"
"It's... done, professor, I just have to -"
"Good, now let's continue, you can all come and get your ingredients at my desk." Draco, who was sitting at desk behind Harry, saw Ron leaning over and heard him whispering in Harry's ear:
"Why did you lie, Harry? 'Slept in'? It's not fair to take fifty points, you should have told him, I'm sure he would've understood -"
"Leave it Ron. Please." Harry didn't look up. Hermione laid her hand on Ron's shoulder to get him back to work.
"It's okay, Harry," she sighed. Harry gave her a small smile, and then buried himself in the instruction paper. And so did Draco when he realised the conversation was over.
Now and then he picked up the sound of Harry letting out a quiet gasp or a small groan, and he quickly looked up in time to see him raise his hand to his scar, rubbing it slightly. As
Seamus asked from the back of the classroom if he could borrow Harry's knife, Harry turned around and gave him the little dagger and Draco saw it - Harry's scar was turning red, almost purple. It looked as if it was burning into his forehead. Harry drew his hand through his hair, and a couple of hairs close to the scar just - fell! Draco's eyes widened, he could se tiny drops of sweat taking form on Harry's forehead, and he realised; the boy was fighting hard just to stay conscious.
Did this mean Voldemort was in the building, or did it mean he was getting even stronger? Was he close now; was Harry right about how there was no way to win this battle by now? When Harry met Draco's staring gaze, Draco looked down immediately and continued chopping his maevelroots.
"Potter." Harry looked up, letting his hair fall forward and covering his reddening scar. Severus Snape's voice was at its silkiest tone.
"Since you seem to be so concentrated in this task, I would like for you to write all of the ingredients' different names and where to find them on the black board, thank you." Draco jerked in his seat, and followed Harry with his eyes as the dark-haired boy slowly made his was to the black board in the front.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, staring at Harry as he with a pale hand reached for the chalk and placed in steadily on the black board. He drew it slowly downwards, creating a screeching sound that made Snape grimace dramatically.
"Please, Potter, is that the fastest you can do?" Harry took a new grip around the chalk and breathed heavily. He drew another line, crossing the first line in a very strange angle.
"What letter is that, Potter, I don't think I've seen it before!" Pansy Parkinson called from the middle row, making the Slytherins laugh. Harry's breathing became more and more unsteady, and in the matter of seconds, his hand started vibrating as he couldn't even draw the line straight. The chalk fell to the floor, and so did Harry.
Chaos spread in the classroom. Snape jumped to his feet and he saw Harry's scar that came into view. Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. Draco had never seen Severus so scared. In an instant her seized Hermione and held her away from Harry, whose body was starting to draw together in powerful spasms. His eyes rolled up in his head and he let out a muffled cry.
"Oh God!" Hermione screamed and turned her face away. Draco couldn't.
"Go get madam Pomfrey!" Severus ordered Ron. Ron stared at his friend, eyes wide in horror.
"GO!" Snape roared, still holding Hermione in a firm grasp. And Ron turned on his heal, and reached the doors in three giant steps as he set off down the corridor, running faster than he had ever done before.
Harry opened his eyes, and quickly closed them again. The sunlight made him feel like his head was going to explode. He turned his face away from the window, and his eyes fell on a note left on the table next to him. It was folded neatly so that Harry could reed from where he was lying.
~ Harry! Madam Pomfrey won't let us stay here until you've woken up, so we left you this note. We're worried sick about you, please send someone to come and get us as soon as you're awake! Many hugs, wishes Hermione and Ron ~
Harry reached up and felt bandages snared around his forehead. He turned his head the other way.
"GAH!" He jumped as he stared right into a pair of neutralised, grey eyes under a pair of platinum blond brows.
"Malfoy, what the heck!" Draco gave him a weak smile, and for a second, Harry couldn't if there was any sarcasm in it, or if it was just - a smile.
"This must be worse than your hangover yesterday, right?" He grinned. Harry grabbed his head and groaned, leaning back on the pillow.
"You have no idea." Then he narrowed his eyes at Draco. "What are you doing here anyway? Not just paying me a visit to be friendly, right?"
Draco reached into his school bag and placed a thick book and an assignment together with an empty paper on the chair next to the bed.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but Snape sent me here. This is the homework for next week, he hopes you'll keep up in class, even though you're suffering some... complicated situations." Harry laughed out loud. Draco wrinkled his nose.
"Are you laughing at me, Potter?" His voice was now in its defensive stance.
"Ha ha. No... I just love the way you put that, Malfoy." Harry started laughing to himself again. "Suffering some complicated situations..." He chuckled and dried a tear from the corner of his left eye. Draco stared at him as if he had gone completely crazy.
Harry's laugh turned into coughs, and then he cleared his throat and looked back at Draco, then sniggered.
"I wasn't laughing at you, Draco, I was laughing with you at the situation, you need to stop being so hostile and learn the difference."
"Oh really?" Draco called out. Harry smiled and nodded. Draco snorted in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm getting advice on how to stay positive from a guy who jumped from a balcony as soon as the day before yesterday!" Harry shrugged.
"You were right about that, Draco, it was just a quirk. I'm not usually that much of a cry baby, thank god."
"Yeah, thank god." Draco muttered and sat down next to the bed. "So, do I even want to know how you got that drunk?" Harry shook his head slowly.
"No, I don't think so. It was just the first time I got drunk, and I didn't know how much I could cope I guess." He laughed at himself. Draco only shook his head slightly, brows furrowed in wonder.
"My biggest question is how do you cope with this?" He let his hand sweep around the hospital wing. "How do you manage to go on like this?"
"I don't. I jumped before you pulled me over remember? I know, it's a one- day-at-a-time thing. Mostly I cling to self-irony." He picked up the note left by Ron and Hermione and sighed.
"But I just can't help but thinking - hoping that maybe it'll all be alright somehow. From where I'm standing now it looks like I'm loosing grip, Draco," he turned his eyes to the blonde, and saw Draco staring right back at him, looking terrified and amazed at the same time. "I can't fight a battle against Voldemort this way, but if only something would come to me, something that could give me the power, the enthusiasm, the belief that I could live on."
It was so clear to Draco now, that all Harry needed was love. He didn't have any parents, and his godfather was on the run. And sometimes it even seamed as if Weasley and Granger were actually growing tired of being friends with Harry.
It was such a powerful thought, that all Harry needed was for someone to really love him, and he would be on his feet again, fighting Voldemort like always before. Many people in this world had enough love for a lifetime and more, but they still wouldn't have the courage to challenge a Death Eater. Ands this boy, fifteen years old, only needed love to fight all the evil of the wizard world. It sent shivers down Draco's spine.
"What?" Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
"W- what?" Draco jerked out of his thoughts.
"You're staring at me with something strange in your eyes." Harry declared, and dropped the note nonchalantly on the table.
"I just thought -" Draco stopped himself, and then shrugged. "I just thought, looks like I've saved the life of someone really special." He got up and threw the bag over his shoulder. Harry stared at him.
"Oh and by the way," Draco turned around before he opened the door. "Do you want me to tell your friends you're awake?" Harry shook his head slowly.
"No thanks, I think I'll just..." His voice faded. Draco nodded.
"Okay then, I'll see you later." The door closed.
"Wait!" Harry sat up quickly. "I need to ask you something! Draco? Ah, shit." He muttered and fell back on the pillows.
A/N: Ooh, what did Harry want to ask Draco? And are Draco's barriers of ice actually starting to melt? Hmpf.. not likely!
Coming up: A confrontation, where many secret thoughts are put into view, and a very important meeting is held by Dumbledore; Voldemort is drawing nearer.
Now PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEAAASEE leave a review to enlighten my day, I really, really need it! It'll take some time for the next chapter to appear, but I can promise you it'll be finished in a month and not a day later!! Or maybe sooner.