Because I Love You
AN: Well, I've finally decided. to. well, actually I haven't really decided yet what to do. I'm a slash writer. I can't help but write slash! Hmm. I have to post my Harry/Hermione fic.let. You have to read it! See how an attempt of a slash fic writer fares in non-slash fics!
A couple of writers sending owls to each other. when there are phone booths a meter away from the both of them.
yourslasher: no! stop! Don't read it! Aaaaaaahh~~~!!!
ellimac: you can't stop me! *evil laugh*
yourslasher: why you! You want me to call you and show the real 'Evil- Menacing-Laugh' ?
ellimac: bring it on!
yourslasher: well. I. I uhm. have. sore throat. yeah, that's it! Sore throat! It's. uhm. kinda bad, you know and as much as I know you want to hear my voice, I'm sorry, but we have to let it pass for now! Ohohoho!
ellimac: Bwahahahaha! That's your lame excuse?!
yourslasher: that is so not an excuse! For your information, SLASHERS don't make excuses. *ahemm*
ellimac: yeah, right.
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Disclaimer: I disclaim. you know the drill.
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Chapter 4: Draco Thoughts.
Draco Malfoy. He sat at a corner of the Great Hall. It was the year-end party for the 7th year students. Everyone was happy. Some weren't very much though. He had to come clean that it was a truly bittersweet moment for him, too. That is, of course, because of his certain love interest.
Draco saw Harry across the room. Dressed in his normal clothes, he still looked fine. Draco didn't deny it to himself. He liked Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He was everything he wasn't and that somehow made all the attraction too powerful to resist. Harry, nice and sweet. Kind to all and the savior of wizard kind. Draco Malfoy, rumored to be one of Voldemort's pets. That was a certain black and white comparison.
Draco tried hard to defy his urge to go over to the dark haired boy and confess. Now that school was about to close on them, he thought a bit and assumed that he might never see Harry again. He might. but he might not.
But Draco was Draco, fortunately and unfortunately. He wasn't about to throw his self-image away this last day. He had to deny it and admit it at the same time. That was no monkey business, though, because right now, he felt a big hole in his heart and from there, a fire sparked, burning away what's left of his ice cold heart.
//How come everyone's so happy? Am I the only one in love here? Damn them all.//
He continually cursed inwardly at the people who offered him drinks, but taking their offered liquor anyway. He drank himself away to his very own misty land until he felt a weight beside him.
He was about to 'not-so-nicely' curse the person, when he turned over and saw.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
They just sat there. Draco wasn't fidgeting or anything. He was frustrated that he couldn't tell Harry his feelings. Yes he liked him. But he was no sissy and absolutely did not squirm whenever he saw Harry. He was Draco after all.
"So, what is it?" asked Draco coolly.
He didn't expect something like that to come out of his mouth. It didn't come with a curse or a taunt. But that was good. He didn't want to ruin the mood and he was wondering profusely what Harry was going to say.
Harry turned to him, smiling a bit. He was holding 2 bottles of butterbeer and offered one to Draco. Draco accepted the bottle and took a swig.
With that, Harry said, a bit undecided if he should ask, "I just thought that maybe. We could be. you know, civil towards each other tonight."
Draco didn't give it much thought, but was aware of what Harry meant, when he said, "Sure. That's a good idea."
Harry smiled at him even wider.
//Must've thought I'd decline.//, he thought to himself.
Draco felt his heart race. It wasn't the normal 'my heart beats so fast because you're here' kind of rush. It was more of a. 'Shit, you caught me off guard' type of rush. He felt a startling urge to pull Harry's face towards his and kiss him right on the lips. He felt his hands sweat as he imagined himself touching the flesh on Harry's cheek, his neck.
But that was just thoughts. Draco wasn't like that. He might've done much of the girl population in Hogwarts, of course, 5th years and above, but some people, he treated differently, even if it was just in his mind.
All of a sudden, Harry stood up. Draco had a little time to realize his actions when he felt his hand touch Harry's. He stood up and loomed over Harry, letting go of his hand as Harry turned.
"Yes?"
Draco couldn't think of anything to say except, "If it's alright with you, would you come over to the Quidditch Pitch at around. say, half past three in the morning?"
Parties like these lasted until three in the morning. It wasn't a very odd request, considering people were surely awake even at that time. They would invite each other for their own party; house party, group party, whatever they could think of.
Draco, on the other hand, had a different purpose. He's going to tell Harry. He was glad to have thought of it at the last second, but the war isn't over yet. He felt his hands sweat when Harry paused for a moment, but eventually said, "Alright. I'll se you there, then."
Harry was then pulled by a few of his Housemates and gave Draco a little wave.
---
It was already 3 in the morning. Draco had a bit of fun in the Year-end party, but was now in one of the towers of Hogwarts overlooking the Quidditch Pitch. He thought about his 'bright idea'. He was starting to doubt that he could do it.
//I mean, this are my feelings I'm talking about. It's not so easy telling someone you love them.//
Just a few more minutes left. He sighed and looked through the window of the tower. and saw Harry walking in the grass covered plain.
That seen, Draco finally declared to himself that, //No. I can't do this.//
He quietly sat down on a chair he'd placed facing the window. He could still see Harry waiting patiently and it was the last thing he saw as he slowly dozed off.
---
I waited 'til I saw the sun I don't know why I didn't come I left you by the house of fun I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
Draco woke up with a start as the sun's light entered the tower through the window. He yawned and suddenly remembered Harry.
//Merlin! What happened to him?//
He looked over the window as he rubbed his eyes. He suddenly felt cold all over when he saw Harry asleep, sitting beside one of the poles of the Quidditch hoops. He has his head bent down, touching his knees.
Draco realized that it must be around 6 in the morning since he could see a streak of yellow light in the horizon.
That was the end of Draco's stay in Hogwarts. He never bumped into Harry as he exited the school.
---
When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand
After 2 years.
[One afternoon in the Malfoy Manor.]
Voldemort was gone. A year ago, Harry had defeated him. he succeeded and that made the wizarding world all rowdy.
//I bet Harry hated it.//
Draco wasn't stupid. He was envious of Harry's fame, but he knew that somehow, Harry wasn't one for popularity and people like those. they didn't crave much attention. Well, at least not that much attention.
So Voldemort's gone. As for his Death Eater father, he was sent to Azkaban. Found guilty for supporting the Dark Lord and was sentenced to have the 'kiss' after 10 years of imprisonment. Narcissa? She was proven not guilty. She really wasn't involved in their business. She was just a beaten woman, forced to live a life of dullness. She left the manor just a month ago. She needed a break from everything and decided that a trip away from the Manor would cure her and replenish her with a bit of energy. Draco agreed to the idea. She needed a break.
As for the other two? Draco couldn't care less.
Draco drank his tea slowly as he watched the sun set in his room's porch overlooking a vast plain of grass and flowers. Contrary to popular belief, the manor wasn't located in a dark, dangerous place. It was actually the opposite of it. The place was beautiful. It was paradise, except that his father tarnished its beauty by living there. It was ironic, really, but that's how it was.
The sky was painted red-orange. He loved the contrast made in the sun. Blue and orange fighting for dominance. Of course, the orange color made the blue stand out and look more beautiful.
His thoughts quickly switched to Harry thoughts. He remembered how he left Harry alone in the pitch. He regretted it, but what's done is done.
Why was he so low and sentimental today? He looked over to a roll of newspaper on the porch railing. It read:
"Harry Potter Marries Childhood friend, Hermione Granger."
---
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Three years after.
[In St. Mungo's.]
Draco lay there, watching another sun setting on him. He remembered how much he lo-. liked Harry. But what's done is done. He could honestly say that he was happy for Harry. Married. sort of. and loving his job. That was enough.
Draco had no other tings he wanted in his life. Well, maybe a few more little things. He was content to be free from his father's grasp. He felt the feeling of being alive.
With that, he closed his eyes. He hoped and prayed that his friend be happy.
--- Well, that's that. I didn't really intend to mix it with a song. You know, just to "set the mood" for you. You can have media player play the song or something while you're reading it. I don't know. I do that sometimes and it works for me. you can disregard it though.
Anyway, I enjoyed writing this one, even if it did decline. oh, alright! Even if it did DETERIORATE. AGAIN. some point in the end. Why, oh why does it always happen to ME? Sometimes I write angsty fics then I get this image of Draco jumping of the tower's ledge and falling face flat on the ground. then he runs of crying saying he's scratched his face. weird.
Anywho, please, review!
AN: Well, I've finally decided. to. well, actually I haven't really decided yet what to do. I'm a slash writer. I can't help but write slash! Hmm. I have to post my Harry/Hermione fic.let. You have to read it! See how an attempt of a slash fic writer fares in non-slash fics!
A couple of writers sending owls to each other. when there are phone booths a meter away from the both of them.
yourslasher: no! stop! Don't read it! Aaaaaaahh~~~!!!
ellimac: you can't stop me! *evil laugh*
yourslasher: why you! You want me to call you and show the real 'Evil- Menacing-Laugh' ?
ellimac: bring it on!
yourslasher: well. I. I uhm. have. sore throat. yeah, that's it! Sore throat! It's. uhm. kinda bad, you know and as much as I know you want to hear my voice, I'm sorry, but we have to let it pass for now! Ohohoho!
ellimac: Bwahahahaha! That's your lame excuse?!
yourslasher: that is so not an excuse! For your information, SLASHERS don't make excuses. *ahemm*
ellimac: yeah, right.
-
Disclaimer: I disclaim. you know the drill.
---
Chapter 4: Draco Thoughts.
Draco Malfoy. He sat at a corner of the Great Hall. It was the year-end party for the 7th year students. Everyone was happy. Some weren't very much though. He had to come clean that it was a truly bittersweet moment for him, too. That is, of course, because of his certain love interest.
Draco saw Harry across the room. Dressed in his normal clothes, he still looked fine. Draco didn't deny it to himself. He liked Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He was everything he wasn't and that somehow made all the attraction too powerful to resist. Harry, nice and sweet. Kind to all and the savior of wizard kind. Draco Malfoy, rumored to be one of Voldemort's pets. That was a certain black and white comparison.
Draco tried hard to defy his urge to go over to the dark haired boy and confess. Now that school was about to close on them, he thought a bit and assumed that he might never see Harry again. He might. but he might not.
But Draco was Draco, fortunately and unfortunately. He wasn't about to throw his self-image away this last day. He had to deny it and admit it at the same time. That was no monkey business, though, because right now, he felt a big hole in his heart and from there, a fire sparked, burning away what's left of his ice cold heart.
//How come everyone's so happy? Am I the only one in love here? Damn them all.//
He continually cursed inwardly at the people who offered him drinks, but taking their offered liquor anyway. He drank himself away to his very own misty land until he felt a weight beside him.
He was about to 'not-so-nicely' curse the person, when he turned over and saw.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
They just sat there. Draco wasn't fidgeting or anything. He was frustrated that he couldn't tell Harry his feelings. Yes he liked him. But he was no sissy and absolutely did not squirm whenever he saw Harry. He was Draco after all.
"So, what is it?" asked Draco coolly.
He didn't expect something like that to come out of his mouth. It didn't come with a curse or a taunt. But that was good. He didn't want to ruin the mood and he was wondering profusely what Harry was going to say.
Harry turned to him, smiling a bit. He was holding 2 bottles of butterbeer and offered one to Draco. Draco accepted the bottle and took a swig.
With that, Harry said, a bit undecided if he should ask, "I just thought that maybe. We could be. you know, civil towards each other tonight."
Draco didn't give it much thought, but was aware of what Harry meant, when he said, "Sure. That's a good idea."
Harry smiled at him even wider.
//Must've thought I'd decline.//, he thought to himself.
Draco felt his heart race. It wasn't the normal 'my heart beats so fast because you're here' kind of rush. It was more of a. 'Shit, you caught me off guard' type of rush. He felt a startling urge to pull Harry's face towards his and kiss him right on the lips. He felt his hands sweat as he imagined himself touching the flesh on Harry's cheek, his neck.
But that was just thoughts. Draco wasn't like that. He might've done much of the girl population in Hogwarts, of course, 5th years and above, but some people, he treated differently, even if it was just in his mind.
All of a sudden, Harry stood up. Draco had a little time to realize his actions when he felt his hand touch Harry's. He stood up and loomed over Harry, letting go of his hand as Harry turned.
"Yes?"
Draco couldn't think of anything to say except, "If it's alright with you, would you come over to the Quidditch Pitch at around. say, half past three in the morning?"
Parties like these lasted until three in the morning. It wasn't a very odd request, considering people were surely awake even at that time. They would invite each other for their own party; house party, group party, whatever they could think of.
Draco, on the other hand, had a different purpose. He's going to tell Harry. He was glad to have thought of it at the last second, but the war isn't over yet. He felt his hands sweat when Harry paused for a moment, but eventually said, "Alright. I'll se you there, then."
Harry was then pulled by a few of his Housemates and gave Draco a little wave.
---
It was already 3 in the morning. Draco had a bit of fun in the Year-end party, but was now in one of the towers of Hogwarts overlooking the Quidditch Pitch. He thought about his 'bright idea'. He was starting to doubt that he could do it.
//I mean, this are my feelings I'm talking about. It's not so easy telling someone you love them.//
Just a few more minutes left. He sighed and looked through the window of the tower. and saw Harry walking in the grass covered plain.
That seen, Draco finally declared to himself that, //No. I can't do this.//
He quietly sat down on a chair he'd placed facing the window. He could still see Harry waiting patiently and it was the last thing he saw as he slowly dozed off.
---
I waited 'til I saw the sun I don't know why I didn't come I left you by the house of fun I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
Draco woke up with a start as the sun's light entered the tower through the window. He yawned and suddenly remembered Harry.
//Merlin! What happened to him?//
He looked over the window as he rubbed his eyes. He suddenly felt cold all over when he saw Harry asleep, sitting beside one of the poles of the Quidditch hoops. He has his head bent down, touching his knees.
Draco realized that it must be around 6 in the morning since he could see a streak of yellow light in the horizon.
That was the end of Draco's stay in Hogwarts. He never bumped into Harry as he exited the school.
---
When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand
After 2 years.
[One afternoon in the Malfoy Manor.]
Voldemort was gone. A year ago, Harry had defeated him. he succeeded and that made the wizarding world all rowdy.
//I bet Harry hated it.//
Draco wasn't stupid. He was envious of Harry's fame, but he knew that somehow, Harry wasn't one for popularity and people like those. they didn't crave much attention. Well, at least not that much attention.
So Voldemort's gone. As for his Death Eater father, he was sent to Azkaban. Found guilty for supporting the Dark Lord and was sentenced to have the 'kiss' after 10 years of imprisonment. Narcissa? She was proven not guilty. She really wasn't involved in their business. She was just a beaten woman, forced to live a life of dullness. She left the manor just a month ago. She needed a break from everything and decided that a trip away from the Manor would cure her and replenish her with a bit of energy. Draco agreed to the idea. She needed a break.
As for the other two? Draco couldn't care less.
Draco drank his tea slowly as he watched the sun set in his room's porch overlooking a vast plain of grass and flowers. Contrary to popular belief, the manor wasn't located in a dark, dangerous place. It was actually the opposite of it. The place was beautiful. It was paradise, except that his father tarnished its beauty by living there. It was ironic, really, but that's how it was.
The sky was painted red-orange. He loved the contrast made in the sun. Blue and orange fighting for dominance. Of course, the orange color made the blue stand out and look more beautiful.
His thoughts quickly switched to Harry thoughts. He remembered how he left Harry alone in the pitch. He regretted it, but what's done is done.
Why was he so low and sentimental today? He looked over to a roll of newspaper on the porch railing. It read:
"Harry Potter Marries Childhood friend, Hermione Granger."
---
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Three years after.
[In St. Mungo's.]
Draco lay there, watching another sun setting on him. He remembered how much he lo-. liked Harry. But what's done is done. He could honestly say that he was happy for Harry. Married. sort of. and loving his job. That was enough.
Draco had no other tings he wanted in his life. Well, maybe a few more little things. He was content to be free from his father's grasp. He felt the feeling of being alive.
With that, he closed his eyes. He hoped and prayed that his friend be happy.
--- Well, that's that. I didn't really intend to mix it with a song. You know, just to "set the mood" for you. You can have media player play the song or something while you're reading it. I don't know. I do that sometimes and it works for me. you can disregard it though.
Anyway, I enjoyed writing this one, even if it did decline. oh, alright! Even if it did DETERIORATE. AGAIN. some point in the end. Why, oh why does it always happen to ME? Sometimes I write angsty fics then I get this image of Draco jumping of the tower's ledge and falling face flat on the ground. then he runs of crying saying he's scratched his face. weird.
Anywho, please, review!
