Okay...im extremely sorry about this chapter being so late!!! I was working on Talisman.. i had some bad writers block with this fic.. but i hope this chapter is okay...anyway.. .please review.. i feel this fic has alot of catching up to do to match Talismans reviews.. lol ... anyway here you are.
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Draco continued to walk silently back to his dorms. His head was bent down, watching the all too familiar paths of Hogwarts. Tears silently rolled down his pale cheeks falling to the ground. As he walked down the corridors fellow Slytherins tried to talk to him, saying jokes to cheer him up or asking him if he was all right, but he ignored them and continued walking. The rest of the student body that was out and about either stared or stood away which he was neither grateful or relieved for. He sighed as he entered the Slytherin common room, finally wiping the tears from his face. He looked up to be met with pale blue eyes much like his own. His mother smiled at him softly.
"What do you want?" he choked out, emotions swirling deep inside and something tugging at his gut. Her smile disappeared as she looked at her son, taking in the tear stained cheeks.
"I wanted to see you honey." She said soundly sickeningly sweet. Draco snorted and began to walk away.
"Draco please." She begged, never failing in her stature. He turned around and glared.
"What? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, "Oh Draco," she said pulling him into a hug. "My beautiful beautiful beautiful boy," she said pushing back his hair.
Something inside of him snapped, "I AM NOT YOUR PRETTY FACE GODDAMIT!"
Narcissa stepped back shocked, "That's not-"
"Shutup! JUST SHUTUP!" he put his hands on either side of his head and held them over his ear, pulling at his hair, "You saw, you knew, you heard! YOU FUCKING KNEW!" his eyes were beginning to water and started to feel dizzy.
Narcissa shook her head, "No I never-"
He looked up and cut her off, "Don't you stand there and lie to my face!" his voice lowered to a whisper, "Don't you dare."
Narcissa shook her head tears falling out of her eyes, "Yes, and I'm-"
"Honesty looks good on you, Mother," he spat out. "Don't ruin it."
He stared hard at her for a few more seconds and then left to go to his room leaving her behind. It seemed he was leaving a lot of people behind now. He slammed the door shut and went into the bathrooms. Turning on the faucet he splashed his face with the cool water.
Gripping the sides of the sink he looked into the mirror, noticing the bags under his eyes and how dead he looked now. He was still feeling dizzy and it was rapidly increasing and the need to vomit welled up inside of him. He stared long and hard at the reflection, his vision beginning to swirl, the glassy surface clouding over till he could no longer see himself.
His father smirked at him and said, "Good boy, such a good boy." His voice was husky and low, sickening. Memories came flooding back, overwhelming him, drowning him.
His grip on the sink tightened till his fingers slipped. He smashed his fist into the glass and was rewarded with cuts. Pieces of glass shattered and fell to the floor making a soft twinkling sound that echoed in his ears.
He stared at the rest of the cracked surface and was relieved to see his reflection again. Tears spilled from his eyes and he was trying hard to breathe. He slowly dropped to the floor hoping in vain that everything would stop spinning. He crawled to one of the toilets and puked everything out of his system. He still felt dizzy and his stomach felt queasy. He slowly reached up to flush the toilet and then rested his forehead against the cool porcelain and everything seemed to spin faster and blackness over took him.
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Draco woke up with a major headache and a painful nagging in his neck and his gut. He must have fallen over because he was now laying on the floor next to the toilet. He stood up slowly, stretching and turning his head. Sighing he walked towards the sink and summoned his toiletries.
Once he was done he went out to find where everyone was, figuring it was dinner time he made his way to the Great Hall. He hadn't had anything to eat and maybe if he did he would feel a little better. Either that or puke his lungs out. He walked slowly, feeling a little nervous, why? He did not know, just did. He sighed and entered, head bent down watching his footsteps. Sitting down at the far end of the table he looked at the food around him and felt like he wanted to throw up. But he grabbed some and began to eat anyway. Looking up at the Gryffindors tables he sighed when he saw Harry wasn't there. He emotions were confused when it came to him. He wanted him but he was afraid of loving, and of being hurt in the end. He finished quickly and walked out heading towards the common rooms.
"Draco."
He turned around and saw Harry, dripping wet, sad expression on his face. He felt something in his gut tug and instantly felt bad.
"What?" he said, as he watched Harry come closer. This time he didn't feel confused, he felt - comfortable.
Harry looked down and then back up, with a smile weary smile, "I uh, I wanted to say that I would come down for you," he looked at the ground, "I already have Draco."
Draco stared at him for a while and then felt the familiar sting and tried to hold back the tears. He wasn't going to be a bloody cry baby. He forced himself to swallow them.
"Umm…" he was speechless. What was he supposed to say to him? He wanted him, and the opportunity was obviously open, he just didn't know how to take it.
Harry finally looked up, a few tears falling out of his eyes, "Heh, I guess you don't see it that way."
"I don't know what to say. I don't want to get hurt." He could feel his body shaking. Harry took a step towards him, "Can I kiss you?"
Draco felt a blush creep up on his cheeks, "Why do you want me? After what my father did to me? I'm nothing now. I'm not good enough -"
Harry only stepped forward, took his hands in his and brushed his lips against his. Draco let out a sob and a few tears leaked out of his eyes. Harry kissed them away and placed Draco's hands around his shoulders, moving his to his waist and kissed him again. This time Draco responded, opening his mouth to let Harry in, and holding on to him like no tomorrow. He sobbed silently into the kiss more tears falling, some of which were Harry's. They both cried into the kiss for the loss of innocence and trust that was found once again.
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Thank you for reading, come back again! lol.. okay please review.. and let me know if i should i continue with this fic or if you all think its done... whatever... on to the review button! :)
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Draco continued to walk silently back to his dorms. His head was bent down, watching the all too familiar paths of Hogwarts. Tears silently rolled down his pale cheeks falling to the ground. As he walked down the corridors fellow Slytherins tried to talk to him, saying jokes to cheer him up or asking him if he was all right, but he ignored them and continued walking. The rest of the student body that was out and about either stared or stood away which he was neither grateful or relieved for. He sighed as he entered the Slytherin common room, finally wiping the tears from his face. He looked up to be met with pale blue eyes much like his own. His mother smiled at him softly.
"What do you want?" he choked out, emotions swirling deep inside and something tugging at his gut. Her smile disappeared as she looked at her son, taking in the tear stained cheeks.
"I wanted to see you honey." She said soundly sickeningly sweet. Draco snorted and began to walk away.
"Draco please." She begged, never failing in her stature. He turned around and glared.
"What? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed and she frowned, "Oh Draco," she said pulling him into a hug. "My beautiful beautiful beautiful boy," she said pushing back his hair.
Something inside of him snapped, "I AM NOT YOUR PRETTY FACE GODDAMIT!"
Narcissa stepped back shocked, "That's not-"
"Shutup! JUST SHUTUP!" he put his hands on either side of his head and held them over his ear, pulling at his hair, "You saw, you knew, you heard! YOU FUCKING KNEW!" his eyes were beginning to water and started to feel dizzy.
Narcissa shook her head, "No I never-"
He looked up and cut her off, "Don't you stand there and lie to my face!" his voice lowered to a whisper, "Don't you dare."
Narcissa shook her head tears falling out of her eyes, "Yes, and I'm-"
"Honesty looks good on you, Mother," he spat out. "Don't ruin it."
He stared hard at her for a few more seconds and then left to go to his room leaving her behind. It seemed he was leaving a lot of people behind now. He slammed the door shut and went into the bathrooms. Turning on the faucet he splashed his face with the cool water.
Gripping the sides of the sink he looked into the mirror, noticing the bags under his eyes and how dead he looked now. He was still feeling dizzy and it was rapidly increasing and the need to vomit welled up inside of him. He stared long and hard at the reflection, his vision beginning to swirl, the glassy surface clouding over till he could no longer see himself.
His father smirked at him and said, "Good boy, such a good boy." His voice was husky and low, sickening. Memories came flooding back, overwhelming him, drowning him.
His grip on the sink tightened till his fingers slipped. He smashed his fist into the glass and was rewarded with cuts. Pieces of glass shattered and fell to the floor making a soft twinkling sound that echoed in his ears.
He stared at the rest of the cracked surface and was relieved to see his reflection again. Tears spilled from his eyes and he was trying hard to breathe. He slowly dropped to the floor hoping in vain that everything would stop spinning. He crawled to one of the toilets and puked everything out of his system. He still felt dizzy and his stomach felt queasy. He slowly reached up to flush the toilet and then rested his forehead against the cool porcelain and everything seemed to spin faster and blackness over took him.
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Draco woke up with a major headache and a painful nagging in his neck and his gut. He must have fallen over because he was now laying on the floor next to the toilet. He stood up slowly, stretching and turning his head. Sighing he walked towards the sink and summoned his toiletries.
Once he was done he went out to find where everyone was, figuring it was dinner time he made his way to the Great Hall. He hadn't had anything to eat and maybe if he did he would feel a little better. Either that or puke his lungs out. He walked slowly, feeling a little nervous, why? He did not know, just did. He sighed and entered, head bent down watching his footsteps. Sitting down at the far end of the table he looked at the food around him and felt like he wanted to throw up. But he grabbed some and began to eat anyway. Looking up at the Gryffindors tables he sighed when he saw Harry wasn't there. He emotions were confused when it came to him. He wanted him but he was afraid of loving, and of being hurt in the end. He finished quickly and walked out heading towards the common rooms.
"Draco."
He turned around and saw Harry, dripping wet, sad expression on his face. He felt something in his gut tug and instantly felt bad.
"What?" he said, as he watched Harry come closer. This time he didn't feel confused, he felt - comfortable.
Harry looked down and then back up, with a smile weary smile, "I uh, I wanted to say that I would come down for you," he looked at the ground, "I already have Draco."
Draco stared at him for a while and then felt the familiar sting and tried to hold back the tears. He wasn't going to be a bloody cry baby. He forced himself to swallow them.
"Umm…" he was speechless. What was he supposed to say to him? He wanted him, and the opportunity was obviously open, he just didn't know how to take it.
Harry finally looked up, a few tears falling out of his eyes, "Heh, I guess you don't see it that way."
"I don't know what to say. I don't want to get hurt." He could feel his body shaking. Harry took a step towards him, "Can I kiss you?"
Draco felt a blush creep up on his cheeks, "Why do you want me? After what my father did to me? I'm nothing now. I'm not good enough -"
Harry only stepped forward, took his hands in his and brushed his lips against his. Draco let out a sob and a few tears leaked out of his eyes. Harry kissed them away and placed Draco's hands around his shoulders, moving his to his waist and kissed him again. This time Draco responded, opening his mouth to let Harry in, and holding on to him like no tomorrow. He sobbed silently into the kiss more tears falling, some of which were Harry's. They both cried into the kiss for the loss of innocence and trust that was found once again.
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Thank you for reading, come back again! lol.. okay please review.. and let me know if i should i continue with this fic or if you all think its done... whatever... on to the review button! :)