It's Not Easy Being Perfect. (part 2)
Author's note: This is a kind of depressing fic, but it get's better in the end. Really, it does :) I guess you could call it a little bit of fluff mixed in there. Also, this does involve homosexual feelings between two teenage boys, so if you're offended, go somewhere else and read. (Harry/Draco pairing, Ron/Hermione, Hermione/Harry)
Copywrite: All of the characters are copywrite J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not using this to gain money, or whatever, I am doing this for the entertainment of myself, and of course the readers :)
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The afternoon sun hang high in the air, as Harry Potter noticed he had took a four hour nap. Yawning loudly, he took off his glasses, cleaned them, and went to go take a shower.
Undressed, he stepped into the shower, trying to adjust the temperature of the water to be exactly right.
"Haaarryyyyy...." Something whispered from behind him. His heart was racing when the- thing whispered his name. He turned around frantically searching for the owner of the mysterious voice. {It was your imagination, Harry. It was.}He sighed loudly, regardless of his heart pounding against his bare chest.
"Haaarry Potterrr..." It whispered sinistly, evilly chuckling afterwards, making its presence very well known.
"Who are you!?" Harry asked boldly, though very visibly afraid, his eyes wide and frantic. No answer. "I asked, Who the hell are you!?" A long silence. Then,
"Lord Voldomort will be verrry proud once I show your tangled limbs to him..." The thing again laughed evilly. Harry's breath quickened, as he relized he was in some deep crap.
Running out of the shower as fast as he could, not worrying about the water running, he grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak. He then ran out of his dormitory, and then relized.
"Damn, I forgot my glasses!" He cursed to himself. Oh well. He would just have to somehow- make it. Though he didn't know any bloody way how to. He pulled the invisibility cloak over him. God, and he was stark naked! Hopefully he wouldn't forget that, and pull it off in a sudden attempt to scream at someone. Running towards professor Dumbledore's office, he ran into Professor Snape, knocking him over from the shear force of his agility.
"What in bloody hell...?!" Snape cursed, looking around, his eyes and mouth wide open. Unfortunatly, Harry didn't have time to laugh, and fortunatly wasn't able to apologize, as he was in a crises from an invisibe...thing. Making it to the swirling staircase, he was let in. Dumbledore was already standing, like he was expecting Harry's presence (as always.). Harry removed the Invisibility cloak from his head, and left the rest of his body covered. "Professor, something atacked me in the bathroom!" After shouting that, I got a little embarresed at the fact I was in the bathroom in the first place when it had to 'attack...'
"Ok, Harry. We will get some professors there right away to inspect your dormitory. Is that ok with you?" Dumbledore asked politely. Harry nodded quickly, and added "Thank you, professor." Dumbledore nodded, and orderred, "You just stay here for a few moments while I rid of the fiend."
I stood there for about 4 minutes looking around his office yet again out of boredom.
Out of nowhere, Dumbledore apparated back into his office, and said, "These are the spies I've been talking about, Harry. The only danger they are to you is they contain a direct link to where Voldomort can find you and kill you. All you have to do is run away when they are around. They try to threaten and scare you into staying , so just- run."
Harry nodded again, and left for his dormitory, covering his head back up with the invisiblity cloak. Getting there, he finished his shower. It was kind of hard to, though, because every little noise that he heard scared him, and every time he had to close his eyes because of the shampoo and soap, he was almost scared out of his wits. He felt like something could just litarally come up behind him and rip his guts out.
Eager to get out of the shower, Harry got dressed quickly after drying, and layed back over on his bed.
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They kept happening...over and over...and over. It's been that way a week, now. They started last Sunday, and now they just won't stop. I keep having nightmares of me getting killed by Draco for some reason, except he's the 'Dark Lord' and Voldomort is just the sidekick. It isn't the normal way to die, where you get a knife stabbed into you, and twisted, this is for real torture. They kill me with these horrible bone-cracking spells, ones that I can't control, I don't have a counterspell, or ANYthing! It's just...nonstop torture.
Right now, I was drenched with sweat for the 5th night in a row. 'Damn nightmares...' I muttereed to myself, getting up at around 4:00 AM in the morning on a Sunday. Since I knew I wasn't going to be going back to sleep, I left Ron asleep, deciding not to wake him out of respect, and got up to brush my teeth and get dressed.
Once that was done, Harry headed outside for some extra quidditch time. He was getting a little rusty on his curves from the lack of practices due to the stupid spys that quidditch players had reported seeing in the locker rooms. Well, atleast it (whatever 'it' was) wasn't only after me. Grabbing my enhanced broom, I bolted out of Hogwarts and onto the quidditch field as fast as you could say...well, I guess, quidditch.
Of course, someone beat me- Draco Malfoy. First the lake, now this. Perfect. JUST....perfect. Ugh.
Confidently, I walked out onto the field with broom in hand, and got on it. As I zipped into the sky like lightning, I saw malfoy halfway across the field, gracefully practicing downfalls and taking sharp turns on his broom. Gracefully doing my own movements, and working at my own faults, I kept eyeing Draco. He seemed oddly distracted with his flying. He wasn't doing as well, and was a little shaky. About a minute later, I watched in horror as he just toppled off of his broom, and like a rag doll, hit the bottom grass.
"Oh my god!" I heard myself explain, although I wasn't really thinking anything. I was in shock. After relization hit me, I bolted after the fallen boy, and was there in less than 4 seconds. I landed carefully, and put my broom down and quickly walked over to him. A painful moan escaped his lips, and I bent down.
"Draco, what happened? Are you hurt? Where?" I was frantically spitting out questions, wondering if he had broken a bone. Sure enough, he had.
"Ow...Ow! Harry, stop, it hurts!" Draco whiningly said after Harry had tested his left arm for injury. It was broken, as it had supported his fall. A mirical that he hadn't gotten head injury, the way he was falling.
After acknowledging that his arm was indeed broken, and it needed ammediate attention, I asked a quick question before he had to be helped to the hospital wing.
"What happened there? Why did you just suddenly fall off your broom?" Harry asked worringly.
"I...I blacked out." Draco responded.
"Why would you just black out, Draco? You haven't ever done that at all during practices or games." Harry retorted.
"Just take me to the hospital wing, damnit!" Draco ranted.
Harry paused, and thought, taking advantage of the situation to scare Draco a little for amusment. A small smile spread across Harry's lips, as the very idea formed in his head.
"Did you know..." Harry stared deeply into Draco's grey/blue ones. "that I could kill you right now? There is no one here to protect you, Draco. Not your wand, or your father, or...Voldomort. Nothing but...my dignity." Draco wasn't able to get up due to the pain in his arm.
"Com'on, Potter, is this your idea of a joke? Get me to Madame Pomfrey." Draco said calmly, a little to soft than he would usually say it.
Harry took out a small, but sharp knife out of his robe pocket (Ron had taught him a magic trick to do with the knife, and he put it in there to show others.) "See this knife, Draco? See its sharpness?" Draco's shallow breath was louder than the owls that were off in the distance, as I waved it infront of his face. "I could slice your wrists, and you would bleed to death. For fun, I could slice small marks all over your body, and wound you till it hurt way too much to be able to get up."
Harry smiled a sick twisted smile (that he picked up from Voldomort himself, as odd as it is.) {Perfect. I can feel Draco's fear radiating even outside his body. Haha....He's scared. I'm starting to like this power over him right now. Just a little more, though. For fun.}
Harry moved the glittery object up to Draco's neck, and whispered softly into Draco's ear, "Draco, with one swipe of this magnificent object...I could take your life and you'd be left there, suffering in pain as the blood drips out of your arteries."
As I moved back up, I could see the fear in Draco's eyes. He was starting to well up in tears, despite his inside protests. His eyes met up with mine, pleading that I be lying. That I won't do it. A smirk coveres my lips, as I stand up. "Luckily for you, Draco..." I paused, and smiled more friendlier at him. "I'm not Voldomort."
You could see the relief wash over in his eyes and his body wasn't as tense. He was still fearful, though after all of his worries had gone through his head.
"Come on, Malfoy." I carefully helped Draco sit up, and then stand. After getting used to standing, Draco muttered out, "You just should have killed me." He then turned, trying to walk away without help.
Harry, confused, grabbed Draco's un-broken arm and asked, "What?!"
Draco turned his head, and repeated what he had said. "I said, 'You just should have killed me.' You do have ears, don't you Potter?" Turning back around, he walked a few steps, but collapsed and started to throw up.
All that really came up was water and blood, really. The more time Draco kneeled there, the more he had regretted doing that to him. Scaring him.
I quickly walked over to him, and kneeled beside him. He had stopped throwing up just then, and instead of going straight to the hospital wing, I asked again, but with more compassion in my voice. "Draco...what's wrong with you? Something's going on. I know it."
Draco waited a long time, trying to fit his answer into complete sentances that he could say. "You know, Potter...I've never loved. Atleast any human being. Maybe that's why I hate you. I envy your ability to love." Draco closed his eyes at admitting that he acually envied 'the' Harry Potter. With his eyes slightly closed, he continued to talk, getting in a daze, like he was talking to himself. "My father has never shown me any of it. My mother tried, but we...failed to connect. My father has always been obsessive my whole life. He's always wanted 'perfect grades, good social life, best servent for Voldomort.' Well, maybe that isn't what I want father. Maybe I just want more. I don't want to look the best, be the best, the top. Deep down I want love. Can't you see that?!" Draco yelled to an imaginary Lucius Malfoy.
Draco opened up his eyes again, and saw Harry. He wasn't staring at Draco, he was melonchalantly staring a little to his side. As Harry was deep in thought, Draco had a burning desire to cry. He hid it all his life. The last time he cried was when he was 9. His father scolded him for being a weak, inconsiderate child, and that he should be proud and not like...'that' as he put it. He had to, now. As much as he wanted to stop it, he couldn't control his thoughts that jumped around in his head, ringing in his ears, reaching his eyes...that desperatly wanted to spill tears.
As Harry saw Draco turn his body around, he noticed that he was shivering. Another look, and Harry noticed that he was mistaken. Draco Malfoy was crying. Sobbing.
"Draco..." Harry finally spoke.
Harry moved infront of Draco. He wanted to see them. See the tears. He wanted to see Draco Malfoy cry. He wanted the proof that he wasn't as strong as he made everyone out to believe.
"Draco." Harry recited again. Draco looked up this time at Harry's voice. There they were. The tears. Proof that Draco Malfoy had a heart. Had feelings. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione and Ron.
But yet- he felt that telling them would be a moral sin. A total invasion of someones personal privacy.
While Draco was looking up at him, Harry saw the look on his face and knew he had to comfort him somehow.
As Harry cradled Draco (being careful of his broken arm), Draco sobbed softly into Harry's robes, muttering strange phrases that only he knew what they meant. Parts of his past, maybe. Feelings he had kept. Harry felt really, really bad for scaring him now. Guilty.
When Draco's sobbing died down, Harry helped to life Draco up off of the grass. "Let's go get your arm fixed." Harry said. It was all he could say.
While walking, all draco could think was, 'I can't believe it. I just spilled one of my biggest secrets to Harry Bloody Potter. How I hate him. {No you don't...} Damn that nagging voice! Draco sighed forcefully. Conciences are really annoying.
Draco came to a stop. Something was breathing on him. He could also sense them right behind him. "Harry..." He whispered. "Harry, do you-"
Without thinking, Harry shouted, "Run!" They both sped as fast as they could go on human legs. Both their hearts ached, and they could hardly breath as they ran.
The 'thing' behind them came infront of Harry, going over to Draco. It squealed loudly into Draco's ear, and he fell.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, as his eyes widened. {Don't let him be dead, please, don't let him.} Harry thought over and over, not even remembering their past years of conflict.
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So....How was the second chapter? Hehehehe....sorry about it being a little...overly graphic, but oh wells. Pleeease read and review! I would greatly appriciate it! Tell me honostly. Hate it? Like it? Please tell me how I can improve :) I'll be writing a third chapter soon.
Author's note: This is a kind of depressing fic, but it get's better in the end. Really, it does :) I guess you could call it a little bit of fluff mixed in there. Also, this does involve homosexual feelings between two teenage boys, so if you're offended, go somewhere else and read. (Harry/Draco pairing, Ron/Hermione, Hermione/Harry)
Copywrite: All of the characters are copywrite J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not using this to gain money, or whatever, I am doing this for the entertainment of myself, and of course the readers :)
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The afternoon sun hang high in the air, as Harry Potter noticed he had took a four hour nap. Yawning loudly, he took off his glasses, cleaned them, and went to go take a shower.
Undressed, he stepped into the shower, trying to adjust the temperature of the water to be exactly right.
"Haaarryyyyy...." Something whispered from behind him. His heart was racing when the- thing whispered his name. He turned around frantically searching for the owner of the mysterious voice. {It was your imagination, Harry. It was.}He sighed loudly, regardless of his heart pounding against his bare chest.
"Haaarry Potterrr..." It whispered sinistly, evilly chuckling afterwards, making its presence very well known.
"Who are you!?" Harry asked boldly, though very visibly afraid, his eyes wide and frantic. No answer. "I asked, Who the hell are you!?" A long silence. Then,
"Lord Voldomort will be verrry proud once I show your tangled limbs to him..." The thing again laughed evilly. Harry's breath quickened, as he relized he was in some deep crap.
Running out of the shower as fast as he could, not worrying about the water running, he grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak. He then ran out of his dormitory, and then relized.
"Damn, I forgot my glasses!" He cursed to himself. Oh well. He would just have to somehow- make it. Though he didn't know any bloody way how to. He pulled the invisibility cloak over him. God, and he was stark naked! Hopefully he wouldn't forget that, and pull it off in a sudden attempt to scream at someone. Running towards professor Dumbledore's office, he ran into Professor Snape, knocking him over from the shear force of his agility.
"What in bloody hell...?!" Snape cursed, looking around, his eyes and mouth wide open. Unfortunatly, Harry didn't have time to laugh, and fortunatly wasn't able to apologize, as he was in a crises from an invisibe...thing. Making it to the swirling staircase, he was let in. Dumbledore was already standing, like he was expecting Harry's presence (as always.). Harry removed the Invisibility cloak from his head, and left the rest of his body covered. "Professor, something atacked me in the bathroom!" After shouting that, I got a little embarresed at the fact I was in the bathroom in the first place when it had to 'attack...'
"Ok, Harry. We will get some professors there right away to inspect your dormitory. Is that ok with you?" Dumbledore asked politely. Harry nodded quickly, and added "Thank you, professor." Dumbledore nodded, and orderred, "You just stay here for a few moments while I rid of the fiend."
I stood there for about 4 minutes looking around his office yet again out of boredom.
Out of nowhere, Dumbledore apparated back into his office, and said, "These are the spies I've been talking about, Harry. The only danger they are to you is they contain a direct link to where Voldomort can find you and kill you. All you have to do is run away when they are around. They try to threaten and scare you into staying , so just- run."
Harry nodded again, and left for his dormitory, covering his head back up with the invisiblity cloak. Getting there, he finished his shower. It was kind of hard to, though, because every little noise that he heard scared him, and every time he had to close his eyes because of the shampoo and soap, he was almost scared out of his wits. He felt like something could just litarally come up behind him and rip his guts out.
Eager to get out of the shower, Harry got dressed quickly after drying, and layed back over on his bed.
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They kept happening...over and over...and over. It's been that way a week, now. They started last Sunday, and now they just won't stop. I keep having nightmares of me getting killed by Draco for some reason, except he's the 'Dark Lord' and Voldomort is just the sidekick. It isn't the normal way to die, where you get a knife stabbed into you, and twisted, this is for real torture. They kill me with these horrible bone-cracking spells, ones that I can't control, I don't have a counterspell, or ANYthing! It's just...nonstop torture.
Right now, I was drenched with sweat for the 5th night in a row. 'Damn nightmares...' I muttereed to myself, getting up at around 4:00 AM in the morning on a Sunday. Since I knew I wasn't going to be going back to sleep, I left Ron asleep, deciding not to wake him out of respect, and got up to brush my teeth and get dressed.
Once that was done, Harry headed outside for some extra quidditch time. He was getting a little rusty on his curves from the lack of practices due to the stupid spys that quidditch players had reported seeing in the locker rooms. Well, atleast it (whatever 'it' was) wasn't only after me. Grabbing my enhanced broom, I bolted out of Hogwarts and onto the quidditch field as fast as you could say...well, I guess, quidditch.
Of course, someone beat me- Draco Malfoy. First the lake, now this. Perfect. JUST....perfect. Ugh.
Confidently, I walked out onto the field with broom in hand, and got on it. As I zipped into the sky like lightning, I saw malfoy halfway across the field, gracefully practicing downfalls and taking sharp turns on his broom. Gracefully doing my own movements, and working at my own faults, I kept eyeing Draco. He seemed oddly distracted with his flying. He wasn't doing as well, and was a little shaky. About a minute later, I watched in horror as he just toppled off of his broom, and like a rag doll, hit the bottom grass.
"Oh my god!" I heard myself explain, although I wasn't really thinking anything. I was in shock. After relization hit me, I bolted after the fallen boy, and was there in less than 4 seconds. I landed carefully, and put my broom down and quickly walked over to him. A painful moan escaped his lips, and I bent down.
"Draco, what happened? Are you hurt? Where?" I was frantically spitting out questions, wondering if he had broken a bone. Sure enough, he had.
"Ow...Ow! Harry, stop, it hurts!" Draco whiningly said after Harry had tested his left arm for injury. It was broken, as it had supported his fall. A mirical that he hadn't gotten head injury, the way he was falling.
After acknowledging that his arm was indeed broken, and it needed ammediate attention, I asked a quick question before he had to be helped to the hospital wing.
"What happened there? Why did you just suddenly fall off your broom?" Harry asked worringly.
"I...I blacked out." Draco responded.
"Why would you just black out, Draco? You haven't ever done that at all during practices or games." Harry retorted.
"Just take me to the hospital wing, damnit!" Draco ranted.
Harry paused, and thought, taking advantage of the situation to scare Draco a little for amusment. A small smile spread across Harry's lips, as the very idea formed in his head.
"Did you know..." Harry stared deeply into Draco's grey/blue ones. "that I could kill you right now? There is no one here to protect you, Draco. Not your wand, or your father, or...Voldomort. Nothing but...my dignity." Draco wasn't able to get up due to the pain in his arm.
"Com'on, Potter, is this your idea of a joke? Get me to Madame Pomfrey." Draco said calmly, a little to soft than he would usually say it.
Harry took out a small, but sharp knife out of his robe pocket (Ron had taught him a magic trick to do with the knife, and he put it in there to show others.) "See this knife, Draco? See its sharpness?" Draco's shallow breath was louder than the owls that were off in the distance, as I waved it infront of his face. "I could slice your wrists, and you would bleed to death. For fun, I could slice small marks all over your body, and wound you till it hurt way too much to be able to get up."
Harry smiled a sick twisted smile (that he picked up from Voldomort himself, as odd as it is.) {Perfect. I can feel Draco's fear radiating even outside his body. Haha....He's scared. I'm starting to like this power over him right now. Just a little more, though. For fun.}
Harry moved the glittery object up to Draco's neck, and whispered softly into Draco's ear, "Draco, with one swipe of this magnificent object...I could take your life and you'd be left there, suffering in pain as the blood drips out of your arteries."
As I moved back up, I could see the fear in Draco's eyes. He was starting to well up in tears, despite his inside protests. His eyes met up with mine, pleading that I be lying. That I won't do it. A smirk coveres my lips, as I stand up. "Luckily for you, Draco..." I paused, and smiled more friendlier at him. "I'm not Voldomort."
You could see the relief wash over in his eyes and his body wasn't as tense. He was still fearful, though after all of his worries had gone through his head.
"Come on, Malfoy." I carefully helped Draco sit up, and then stand. After getting used to standing, Draco muttered out, "You just should have killed me." He then turned, trying to walk away without help.
Harry, confused, grabbed Draco's un-broken arm and asked, "What?!"
Draco turned his head, and repeated what he had said. "I said, 'You just should have killed me.' You do have ears, don't you Potter?" Turning back around, he walked a few steps, but collapsed and started to throw up.
All that really came up was water and blood, really. The more time Draco kneeled there, the more he had regretted doing that to him. Scaring him.
I quickly walked over to him, and kneeled beside him. He had stopped throwing up just then, and instead of going straight to the hospital wing, I asked again, but with more compassion in my voice. "Draco...what's wrong with you? Something's going on. I know it."
Draco waited a long time, trying to fit his answer into complete sentances that he could say. "You know, Potter...I've never loved. Atleast any human being. Maybe that's why I hate you. I envy your ability to love." Draco closed his eyes at admitting that he acually envied 'the' Harry Potter. With his eyes slightly closed, he continued to talk, getting in a daze, like he was talking to himself. "My father has never shown me any of it. My mother tried, but we...failed to connect. My father has always been obsessive my whole life. He's always wanted 'perfect grades, good social life, best servent for Voldomort.' Well, maybe that isn't what I want father. Maybe I just want more. I don't want to look the best, be the best, the top. Deep down I want love. Can't you see that?!" Draco yelled to an imaginary Lucius Malfoy.
Draco opened up his eyes again, and saw Harry. He wasn't staring at Draco, he was melonchalantly staring a little to his side. As Harry was deep in thought, Draco had a burning desire to cry. He hid it all his life. The last time he cried was when he was 9. His father scolded him for being a weak, inconsiderate child, and that he should be proud and not like...'that' as he put it. He had to, now. As much as he wanted to stop it, he couldn't control his thoughts that jumped around in his head, ringing in his ears, reaching his eyes...that desperatly wanted to spill tears.
As Harry saw Draco turn his body around, he noticed that he was shivering. Another look, and Harry noticed that he was mistaken. Draco Malfoy was crying. Sobbing.
"Draco..." Harry finally spoke.
Harry moved infront of Draco. He wanted to see them. See the tears. He wanted to see Draco Malfoy cry. He wanted the proof that he wasn't as strong as he made everyone out to believe.
"Draco." Harry recited again. Draco looked up this time at Harry's voice. There they were. The tears. Proof that Draco Malfoy had a heart. Had feelings. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione and Ron.
But yet- he felt that telling them would be a moral sin. A total invasion of someones personal privacy.
While Draco was looking up at him, Harry saw the look on his face and knew he had to comfort him somehow.
As Harry cradled Draco (being careful of his broken arm), Draco sobbed softly into Harry's robes, muttering strange phrases that only he knew what they meant. Parts of his past, maybe. Feelings he had kept. Harry felt really, really bad for scaring him now. Guilty.
When Draco's sobbing died down, Harry helped to life Draco up off of the grass. "Let's go get your arm fixed." Harry said. It was all he could say.
While walking, all draco could think was, 'I can't believe it. I just spilled one of my biggest secrets to Harry Bloody Potter. How I hate him. {No you don't...} Damn that nagging voice! Draco sighed forcefully. Conciences are really annoying.
Draco came to a stop. Something was breathing on him. He could also sense them right behind him. "Harry..." He whispered. "Harry, do you-"
Without thinking, Harry shouted, "Run!" They both sped as fast as they could go on human legs. Both their hearts ached, and they could hardly breath as they ran.
The 'thing' behind them came infront of Harry, going over to Draco. It squealed loudly into Draco's ear, and he fell.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, as his eyes widened. {Don't let him be dead, please, don't let him.} Harry thought over and over, not even remembering their past years of conflict.
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So....How was the second chapter? Hehehehe....sorry about it being a little...overly graphic, but oh wells. Pleeease read and review! I would greatly appriciate it! Tell me honostly. Hate it? Like it? Please tell me how I can improve :) I'll be writing a third chapter soon.