A/N: I am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry it took me so long to get this chapter
out! Major writer's block. Well, actually, first I wrote half of this
chapter, but then Klypto (my muse) refused to give me anything else to
write! And one night, when I just happened to be sitting in front of the
computer screen for four hours, inspiration came! Yesss! Please keep
reviewing, people! I appreciate every single person who reviews! Hugs and
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You Don't Know
Chapter 2 - Denial
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" asked a deep voice, not too mean, not too polite, just civil, with some mild curiosity leaking into it (A/N: Yeah, sorry for that weird description of the tone of voice - I couldn't do it any other way).
Draco brought his head up and his eyes met the green eyes of one Harry Potter. His breathing stopped for a moment.
"I-I-I . . ." he stuttered. What was this? Malfoys NEVER stutter.
//Dammit Draco, get a hold of yourself!//
Draco observed Ron and Hermione sitting next to Harry. He quickly turned his expression into a sneer.
"There aren't any other free compartments. Still hanging around with the muggle-lover and muggle-born, I see. And here I was thinking that your taste had maybe improved during the summer holidays," he spat.
Harry looked mildly stunned, noticing that Draco called Hermione muggle- born, not mudblood, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ron snarling, "Shut up Malfoy! What about you? Where's Crabbe and Goyle? Did they actually get smarter during the summer and decided to stop following you around like good little boulders?"
Draco almost sniggered, but he stopped himself just in time. Good little boulders. That described Crabbe and Goyle quite well. He seemed to find everything funny these days. From his father beating him and him not telling anyone about it, to Weasley's lame remarks. It was actually quite funny that he thought it was quite funny.
//God, I need therapy.//
"As a matter of fact, I ditched them. I don't need anyone to watch over me. I can take care of myself," he informed them.
"Really?" Ron asked. "Why don't we find out?"
"Ron, leave it," Hermione said.
"Why? He's without Crabbe and Goyle, we could just hex him and leave him here! Or, even better, I could beat the shit out of him!" he said.
"Of course," Draco said scathingly, raising an eyebrow.
"Why I oughta . . ." Ron started, pulling his sleeves up.
"No. Ron, don't. Malfoy's not bothering us. He continues keeping himself to himself throughout the journey, we don't bother him," Harry said.
Draco looked at Harry in surprise. Was Perfect Potter actually . . . defending him? Wow.
//Well, he IS a noble goody-goody Gryffindor hero. And a damn fine one at that!//
Draco sat himself down next to Harry. Suddenly, his previous thoughts slapped him in the face. He cursed himself for being so attracted to Harry.
//Wait . . . attracted? I'm not attracted to NO ONE.//
Draco tried to firmly convince himself that he absolutely did NOT feel uncomfortable in the SLIGHTEST to be sitting next to such gorgeousness.
//ARGH! Dammit, Harry is NOT gorgeous! POTTER! I MEANT POTTER!!!//
He cautiously let his eyes wander over to Harry, who was looking out of the window. He observed how the black-haired boy's hair hadn't got any neater during the summer holidays.
//Not surprising, really. Anyway, I always thought his hair gave him this sexy feel about him. I mean . . . DAMMIT!//
Draco also observed how Harry's face seemed so relaxed when he stared out of the window, at the trees and fields rushing past. He seemed . . . content. Almost carefree. Harry turned his face towards Malfoy.
"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" he asked.
Draco was tempted to say 'the hotness that is you', but wisely buried that thought in the back of his mind, although it kept popping up into the front of his mind when he least expected it. Stupid bugger.
"The-Boy-Who-Annoys-Me," came Draco's smooth reply.
"Nice name. You gonna start calling me that now, instead of Wonder Boy? If it took you two years to come up with a name for me, how on earth are you gonna name your kids?" Harry asked, causing Ron to snigger.
Draco gave him a look.
"What makes you think that I'm actually gonna HAVE any kids?" he asked.
Harry frowned.
"What, you mean . . . you don't think you'll be alive after Hogwarts?" he asked.
Draco's eyes widened a bit. How stupid could he be? He had almost told Harry - Harry Potter or ALL people - that he was gay.
//No, no . . . I'm NOT gay. I am simply . . . a hormone-driven teenager who happens to find the Boy Who Lived an extremely sexy being and . . . dammit, I do NOT mean that!//
"Um . . . yeah. I don't think that I'll get to live until . . ." Draco looked down. "Until my eighteenth birthday," he said quietly, almost as if talking to himself. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his seat a bit, then suddenly winced - his father hadn't allowed him to heal the whip marks on his back, so they still hurt like hell whenever he leaned his back against something.
"Malfoy?" came Harry's voice. Was there some . . . concern in it?
Draco's eyes snapped open.
"What, Potter?" he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Nothing. Sheesh, chill out Malfoy. You're even more wound up than me, and I'm the one that Voldemort's after," Harry said, ignoring Ron's wince and Hermione's cringe (A/N: Did that make sense? I hope it did).
"Oh, of COURSE. We can't forget that for one second, can we? We can't forget that our dear little Golden Boy always has the Dark Lord right on his tail. Oh no, we can't forget that. We all have to CARE about him, don't we? CARE about what's going to happen to him when Voldemort and Harry Potter duel, CARE what's going to happen when Voldemort gets his hands on him, CARE about how he's going to torture him, but no one ever gives a fuck about-" Draco suddenly broke off.
//What the fuck am I DOING?//
Letting your emotions get the best of you, that's what, an annoying little voice in his head said.
//Why did I just SAY that? Of COURSE everyone cares about what happens to Harry, he's the fucking Boy Who Lived! Bloody hell, even I care what's going to happen to him, and I don't even-//
His thoughts were cut off by a swift punch to his jaw.
"How dare you say that about Harry! He's ten times the man you'll ever be!"
//Weasel. Just great. Always coming to Potter's defence like a good little- //
Another punch.
To the stomach, this time.
Draco fell on the ground - why did Weasley just have to punch his stomach? He hadn't eaten for three whole days, and that could make you stomach very sensitive indeed.
"You filthy Death Eater bastard!" Ron yelled, kicking Draco in the stomach again, ignoring Hermione's shouts of, "Ron, don't!", and Harry trying to restrain his best friend.
Ron kicked him in the gut so hard that his back rammed against the hard wall behind him. Draco suddenly went rigid.
//No, no, not that spot on the spine, please let it not have been-//
His eyes widened.
His whole body and mind was suddenly racked with incredible pain.
And he screamed.
A/N: HA! Ended on a cliffhanger there, didn't I? Hope you're proud of me! * beams * Now REVIEW!!! Please. * makes cute little puppy-dog eyes that no one can resist *
You Don't Know
Chapter 2 - Denial
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" asked a deep voice, not too mean, not too polite, just civil, with some mild curiosity leaking into it (A/N: Yeah, sorry for that weird description of the tone of voice - I couldn't do it any other way).
Draco brought his head up and his eyes met the green eyes of one Harry Potter. His breathing stopped for a moment.
"I-I-I . . ." he stuttered. What was this? Malfoys NEVER stutter.
//Dammit Draco, get a hold of yourself!//
Draco observed Ron and Hermione sitting next to Harry. He quickly turned his expression into a sneer.
"There aren't any other free compartments. Still hanging around with the muggle-lover and muggle-born, I see. And here I was thinking that your taste had maybe improved during the summer holidays," he spat.
Harry looked mildly stunned, noticing that Draco called Hermione muggle- born, not mudblood, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ron snarling, "Shut up Malfoy! What about you? Where's Crabbe and Goyle? Did they actually get smarter during the summer and decided to stop following you around like good little boulders?"
Draco almost sniggered, but he stopped himself just in time. Good little boulders. That described Crabbe and Goyle quite well. He seemed to find everything funny these days. From his father beating him and him not telling anyone about it, to Weasley's lame remarks. It was actually quite funny that he thought it was quite funny.
//God, I need therapy.//
"As a matter of fact, I ditched them. I don't need anyone to watch over me. I can take care of myself," he informed them.
"Really?" Ron asked. "Why don't we find out?"
"Ron, leave it," Hermione said.
"Why? He's without Crabbe and Goyle, we could just hex him and leave him here! Or, even better, I could beat the shit out of him!" he said.
"Of course," Draco said scathingly, raising an eyebrow.
"Why I oughta . . ." Ron started, pulling his sleeves up.
"No. Ron, don't. Malfoy's not bothering us. He continues keeping himself to himself throughout the journey, we don't bother him," Harry said.
Draco looked at Harry in surprise. Was Perfect Potter actually . . . defending him? Wow.
//Well, he IS a noble goody-goody Gryffindor hero. And a damn fine one at that!//
Draco sat himself down next to Harry. Suddenly, his previous thoughts slapped him in the face. He cursed himself for being so attracted to Harry.
//Wait . . . attracted? I'm not attracted to NO ONE.//
Draco tried to firmly convince himself that he absolutely did NOT feel uncomfortable in the SLIGHTEST to be sitting next to such gorgeousness.
//ARGH! Dammit, Harry is NOT gorgeous! POTTER! I MEANT POTTER!!!//
He cautiously let his eyes wander over to Harry, who was looking out of the window. He observed how the black-haired boy's hair hadn't got any neater during the summer holidays.
//Not surprising, really. Anyway, I always thought his hair gave him this sexy feel about him. I mean . . . DAMMIT!//
Draco also observed how Harry's face seemed so relaxed when he stared out of the window, at the trees and fields rushing past. He seemed . . . content. Almost carefree. Harry turned his face towards Malfoy.
"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" he asked.
Draco was tempted to say 'the hotness that is you', but wisely buried that thought in the back of his mind, although it kept popping up into the front of his mind when he least expected it. Stupid bugger.
"The-Boy-Who-Annoys-Me," came Draco's smooth reply.
"Nice name. You gonna start calling me that now, instead of Wonder Boy? If it took you two years to come up with a name for me, how on earth are you gonna name your kids?" Harry asked, causing Ron to snigger.
Draco gave him a look.
"What makes you think that I'm actually gonna HAVE any kids?" he asked.
Harry frowned.
"What, you mean . . . you don't think you'll be alive after Hogwarts?" he asked.
Draco's eyes widened a bit. How stupid could he be? He had almost told Harry - Harry Potter or ALL people - that he was gay.
//No, no . . . I'm NOT gay. I am simply . . . a hormone-driven teenager who happens to find the Boy Who Lived an extremely sexy being and . . . dammit, I do NOT mean that!//
"Um . . . yeah. I don't think that I'll get to live until . . ." Draco looked down. "Until my eighteenth birthday," he said quietly, almost as if talking to himself. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his seat a bit, then suddenly winced - his father hadn't allowed him to heal the whip marks on his back, so they still hurt like hell whenever he leaned his back against something.
"Malfoy?" came Harry's voice. Was there some . . . concern in it?
Draco's eyes snapped open.
"What, Potter?" he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Nothing. Sheesh, chill out Malfoy. You're even more wound up than me, and I'm the one that Voldemort's after," Harry said, ignoring Ron's wince and Hermione's cringe (A/N: Did that make sense? I hope it did).
"Oh, of COURSE. We can't forget that for one second, can we? We can't forget that our dear little Golden Boy always has the Dark Lord right on his tail. Oh no, we can't forget that. We all have to CARE about him, don't we? CARE about what's going to happen to him when Voldemort and Harry Potter duel, CARE what's going to happen when Voldemort gets his hands on him, CARE about how he's going to torture him, but no one ever gives a fuck about-" Draco suddenly broke off.
//What the fuck am I DOING?//
Letting your emotions get the best of you, that's what, an annoying little voice in his head said.
//Why did I just SAY that? Of COURSE everyone cares about what happens to Harry, he's the fucking Boy Who Lived! Bloody hell, even I care what's going to happen to him, and I don't even-//
His thoughts were cut off by a swift punch to his jaw.
"How dare you say that about Harry! He's ten times the man you'll ever be!"
//Weasel. Just great. Always coming to Potter's defence like a good little- //
Another punch.
To the stomach, this time.
Draco fell on the ground - why did Weasley just have to punch his stomach? He hadn't eaten for three whole days, and that could make you stomach very sensitive indeed.
"You filthy Death Eater bastard!" Ron yelled, kicking Draco in the stomach again, ignoring Hermione's shouts of, "Ron, don't!", and Harry trying to restrain his best friend.
Ron kicked him in the gut so hard that his back rammed against the hard wall behind him. Draco suddenly went rigid.
//No, no, not that spot on the spine, please let it not have been-//
His eyes widened.
His whole body and mind was suddenly racked with incredible pain.
And he screamed.
A/N: HA! Ended on a cliffhanger there, didn't I? Hope you're proud of me! * beams * Now REVIEW!!! Please. * makes cute little puppy-dog eyes that no one can resist *