Chapter 11- Closer
Draco jamp up, clutching his wand. He wobbled, but was determined.
"Corpus Leviosum." He screamed. A bright sphere shot out of his wand and encircled Harry.
Harry remained unconscious as Draco slowly levitated him back over the railing and onto the balcony.
Draco was nearly completely wasted, and as he gently lowered Harry to the floor he passed out as his remaining energy depleted.
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Both of them slowly regained consciousness. Harry looked around confused. He layed on the freezing balcony. The night sky that surrounded him was pitch black, he remembered jumping while it was still day-light.
He should have been dead, he wanted to be dead. He looked around and yelled in frustration. He didn't understand. He saw Draco sprawled across the floor, and his wand laying several feet away. He also saw the bottles by the corner.
Draco's eyes fluttered open, Harry kicked him,
"You idiot!" Harry spat out. Draco flinched, but slowly got up.
"Why Harry? Why would you rather pick death? Do you know how many people have been working day and night to keep you alive?" Draco shot back. "Nothing can be that bad!"
"HA!"
"Tell me then." He whispered.
"Hermione and. Fuck it, it doesn't matter anymore." Harry couldn't say the rest. Draco dropped his gaze to the ground.
'So, Harry had finally found out.' Draco thought. "Harry, say it."
"Herm, Hermione is fucking another guy." Harry finally continued. "That other guy is Voldemort!" He said in disgust. "She calls him; her Tom, and eww, o god Voldie." He shuddered. "She says he's a good person now. Bullshit. Is she fucking blind?"
"Harry-" Draco started, but he didn't let him continue.
"You know what makes me sick? She thought I was him. I have spent my whole life in goddamn fear. Wondering If Voldemort will finally kill me. I can't do anything without thinking he's watching me, and plotting my next death day." Harry quickly wiped a tear that ran down his cheek.
Draco reached out to touch Harry. But, Harry backed away.
"No Draco, there is nothing you can do or say. I'm sick of fighting back." Harry yelled.
'You and me both.' Draco thought.
"I mean what's the point? He'll get me sooner or later. Why don't I save everyone the time and grief?" He started to back up. "Hermione was the first person I ever loved, and she betrayed me. Nothing good comes out of love, or life." Harry ran towards the edge of the balcony. He started to climb over the railing, but Draco grabbed him around the waist.
He struggled, but the grip was too tight. Tears started to pour down his face.
"Draco don't you see? I don't want you to save me this time." He collapsed into Draco's arms, sobbing. "I don't want to be the one who lived anymore. I hate the way people stare at me and treat me different. I hate my life!"
Draco softened his grip, and turned Harry to face him. He hugged him firmly, ignoring the awkwardness.
"No one knows what it's like. No one really cares."
"Hey, how can you say that? I'm here for you, and I always will be." Draco shook him, trying to snap him out of it. "I know how you feel, trust me. To everyone else I'm the big evil Draco. No body thinks that maybe I hurt too."
It was the first time they saw how important their friendship was, and what it meant to be best friends. They felt each other's pain, they understood.
"Ok, lets stop being girls, and celebrate." Draco stood up straight. Harry laughed, embarrassed he had broke down like that. "Forget it." Draco murmured, reading his mind.
He walked over to the corner, sat down motioning Harry to follow. He grabbed two bottles, and passed one to Harry,
"Cheers." He muttered before gulping down the entire drink. Harry held up the bottle, examining it. "Hmm. Vicks Velachious Vodka. I don't know Draco, I tried this once, it's brutal."
"I know, I love it." Draco mumbled. Harry looked at the other bottles; Butter Booze, Scrumptious Scotch, Gundacious Gin, Wizards Bootylicious Booze, Fucktastic Alcohol for the already extremely drunk." Harry laughed at the titles. He picked up the butter booze, flicked of the cape and drank.
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We are so sorry for making you wait so long, it's just that my compy screwed up. Made this chapter really long just for you. Guyz, we're not sure what to do next, we have an idea but want to make the plot more complicated (hehe), any ideas people???
So what do guys think of this chapy? Please review. More to come soon, I hope.
Liz and El
P.S.: Thanks to all da kewl reviewers, reviews are greatly appreciated!!!
Draco jamp up, clutching his wand. He wobbled, but was determined.
"Corpus Leviosum." He screamed. A bright sphere shot out of his wand and encircled Harry.
Harry remained unconscious as Draco slowly levitated him back over the railing and onto the balcony.
Draco was nearly completely wasted, and as he gently lowered Harry to the floor he passed out as his remaining energy depleted.
***
Both of them slowly regained consciousness. Harry looked around confused. He layed on the freezing balcony. The night sky that surrounded him was pitch black, he remembered jumping while it was still day-light.
He should have been dead, he wanted to be dead. He looked around and yelled in frustration. He didn't understand. He saw Draco sprawled across the floor, and his wand laying several feet away. He also saw the bottles by the corner.
Draco's eyes fluttered open, Harry kicked him,
"You idiot!" Harry spat out. Draco flinched, but slowly got up.
"Why Harry? Why would you rather pick death? Do you know how many people have been working day and night to keep you alive?" Draco shot back. "Nothing can be that bad!"
"HA!"
"Tell me then." He whispered.
"Hermione and. Fuck it, it doesn't matter anymore." Harry couldn't say the rest. Draco dropped his gaze to the ground.
'So, Harry had finally found out.' Draco thought. "Harry, say it."
"Herm, Hermione is fucking another guy." Harry finally continued. "That other guy is Voldemort!" He said in disgust. "She calls him; her Tom, and eww, o god Voldie." He shuddered. "She says he's a good person now. Bullshit. Is she fucking blind?"
"Harry-" Draco started, but he didn't let him continue.
"You know what makes me sick? She thought I was him. I have spent my whole life in goddamn fear. Wondering If Voldemort will finally kill me. I can't do anything without thinking he's watching me, and plotting my next death day." Harry quickly wiped a tear that ran down his cheek.
Draco reached out to touch Harry. But, Harry backed away.
"No Draco, there is nothing you can do or say. I'm sick of fighting back." Harry yelled.
'You and me both.' Draco thought.
"I mean what's the point? He'll get me sooner or later. Why don't I save everyone the time and grief?" He started to back up. "Hermione was the first person I ever loved, and she betrayed me. Nothing good comes out of love, or life." Harry ran towards the edge of the balcony. He started to climb over the railing, but Draco grabbed him around the waist.
He struggled, but the grip was too tight. Tears started to pour down his face.
"Draco don't you see? I don't want you to save me this time." He collapsed into Draco's arms, sobbing. "I don't want to be the one who lived anymore. I hate the way people stare at me and treat me different. I hate my life!"
Draco softened his grip, and turned Harry to face him. He hugged him firmly, ignoring the awkwardness.
"No one knows what it's like. No one really cares."
"Hey, how can you say that? I'm here for you, and I always will be." Draco shook him, trying to snap him out of it. "I know how you feel, trust me. To everyone else I'm the big evil Draco. No body thinks that maybe I hurt too."
It was the first time they saw how important their friendship was, and what it meant to be best friends. They felt each other's pain, they understood.
"Ok, lets stop being girls, and celebrate." Draco stood up straight. Harry laughed, embarrassed he had broke down like that. "Forget it." Draco murmured, reading his mind.
He walked over to the corner, sat down motioning Harry to follow. He grabbed two bottles, and passed one to Harry,
"Cheers." He muttered before gulping down the entire drink. Harry held up the bottle, examining it. "Hmm. Vicks Velachious Vodka. I don't know Draco, I tried this once, it's brutal."
"I know, I love it." Draco mumbled. Harry looked at the other bottles; Butter Booze, Scrumptious Scotch, Gundacious Gin, Wizards Bootylicious Booze, Fucktastic Alcohol for the already extremely drunk." Harry laughed at the titles. He picked up the butter booze, flicked of the cape and drank.
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We are so sorry for making you wait so long, it's just that my compy screwed up. Made this chapter really long just for you. Guyz, we're not sure what to do next, we have an idea but want to make the plot more complicated (hehe), any ideas people???
So what do guys think of this chapy? Please review. More to come soon, I hope.
Liz and El
P.S.: Thanks to all da kewl reviewers, reviews are greatly appreciated!!!