Ch: 6
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry squeezed that pale neck as hard as he could, ignoring how Ron tried to pull away in vain. "Harry STOP!" a deep voice said. Moments later he was wrenched away from his quarry, pissed as hell that some one had stopped him. "Let me go damn it!" Strong arms held him down as he struggled to get away. He wanted to attack the person who hurt him, who betrayed him and left him to rot away in a dark cell, left him to slowly become insane.
"Harry, calm down! Strangling Weasley won't help you in any way. Calm the hell down!" Harry focused on the warm voice that rumbled in his ear as a soft hand filtered through his hair. Ron clutched his neck as he tried to breath. Slowly rising to his feet, Harry saw a ring of bruises forming on that pale neck, Ron gasped for breath.
"Ron, are you all right?" asked Hermione as she shot a wary look towards Harry. "I hope not" growled Harry. Those arms that held him tightened dramatically. "Was that necessary, Harry?" coughed Ron. Before Harry had opened his mouth to reply, another voice beat him to it. "What were you expecting,Weasley? Out right forgiveness? If I didn't know that you were naturally dense, than I would have thought you were dropped on your head as a child!" snapped Snape. Harry glanced over at the Potions Master in surprise.
Ron winced at these words. Apparantly he had expected some sort of forgibing atmoshere from Harry. The hand continued to slowly slide through Harrys hair and he took comfort in Malfoy's show of concern. Leaning into that embrace, Harry relaxed. It was a nice to know that someone still cared.
"No,but I didn't think he would try to kill me," muttered Ron in his horse voice. Ron stood on the far side of the room, clearly staying away from Harry. "I'm not surprised! After all, you through me away without letting me explaine. I would have expected it! I did not kill anyone but I would be more than happy to kill you at this very moment."
"Hush Harry. Lets go down to the dungeons and talk. It's been awhile and I know you have some questions." Taking Harrys' hand in his own, Malfoy led Harry down the stairs and back towards where he had come. The walk down to the dungeons was filled with a comforting silence. Niether one wanted to break it and so they took comfort from being in each others presence. Harry noticed that Malfoy kept staring at him every so often but before they could ask why, they had arrived at a statue of a snake that lay a few feet down from Harry's room. "Behind this statue is my rooms. If you ever need me, the password is 'pomme de sang'. Over there," he pointed to a large portraite down the hall, "is Severus's apartments. I have no clue what his password is now, so if you need his help, you'll have to ask him."
They walked into Malfoy's room and Harry looked around cautiously. Instead of seeing the green and silver Slytherin colors, Harry was surprised to see hardly any green at all. Instead, there were gold satin couches that lay in front of a fire place sourounded on all sides by wooden end tables and crystal lamps. Harry spotted a glass coffee table in front of the couches and tiny silver pillows gracing the tops of the couch cousions. All in all, the room looked very cozy.
"Nice" muttered Harry as he wandered over to the couch. "Very nice." "Make yourself at home. I'll get some tea," Malfoy's tall frame vanished through a side door and into what Harry assumed was the kitchen. Taking up on Malfoy's offer, Harry sank into the gold couch. He moaned in pleasure as he was wrapped in pure comfort. Harry relaxed and was half asleep when Malfoy returned and sat next to him. "Where is Sirius?" asked Harry without opening his eyes. "He died Harry." "WHAT? When?" Harry jumped up at the news. "I'm so sorry Harry. He tried to resue you from Azkaban a few weeks after he found out what happened. He was captured by Fudge and given the Kiss. I'm so sorry!"
Harry stared at the wall and said nothing. The tears burned in his eyes and yet he did not cry. The time for crying ended long ago. Malfoy placed an arm around Harry and held the small frame close. "I'm so sorry" Malfoy muttered. And for the first time in ten years, Harry cried, wrapped in the arms of someone who really, truly cared. Harry had finally let down his walls and released all his pain. He was home.
AN: I know that this is short and not as good as the others but I hope you like it anyways. I thank all those that have reviewed and I appreciate your support. Sorry for the delay! Malfoys password means 'apple of blood' and I got it from a book I read and also from my French class. ~Ta-ta
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Harry squeezed that pale neck as hard as he could, ignoring how Ron tried to pull away in vain. "Harry STOP!" a deep voice said. Moments later he was wrenched away from his quarry, pissed as hell that some one had stopped him. "Let me go damn it!" Strong arms held him down as he struggled to get away. He wanted to attack the person who hurt him, who betrayed him and left him to rot away in a dark cell, left him to slowly become insane.
"Harry, calm down! Strangling Weasley won't help you in any way. Calm the hell down!" Harry focused on the warm voice that rumbled in his ear as a soft hand filtered through his hair. Ron clutched his neck as he tried to breath. Slowly rising to his feet, Harry saw a ring of bruises forming on that pale neck, Ron gasped for breath.
"Ron, are you all right?" asked Hermione as she shot a wary look towards Harry. "I hope not" growled Harry. Those arms that held him tightened dramatically. "Was that necessary, Harry?" coughed Ron. Before Harry had opened his mouth to reply, another voice beat him to it. "What were you expecting,Weasley? Out right forgiveness? If I didn't know that you were naturally dense, than I would have thought you were dropped on your head as a child!" snapped Snape. Harry glanced over at the Potions Master in surprise.
Ron winced at these words. Apparantly he had expected some sort of forgibing atmoshere from Harry. The hand continued to slowly slide through Harrys hair and he took comfort in Malfoy's show of concern. Leaning into that embrace, Harry relaxed. It was a nice to know that someone still cared.
"No,but I didn't think he would try to kill me," muttered Ron in his horse voice. Ron stood on the far side of the room, clearly staying away from Harry. "I'm not surprised! After all, you through me away without letting me explaine. I would have expected it! I did not kill anyone but I would be more than happy to kill you at this very moment."
"Hush Harry. Lets go down to the dungeons and talk. It's been awhile and I know you have some questions." Taking Harrys' hand in his own, Malfoy led Harry down the stairs and back towards where he had come. The walk down to the dungeons was filled with a comforting silence. Niether one wanted to break it and so they took comfort from being in each others presence. Harry noticed that Malfoy kept staring at him every so often but before they could ask why, they had arrived at a statue of a snake that lay a few feet down from Harry's room. "Behind this statue is my rooms. If you ever need me, the password is 'pomme de sang'. Over there," he pointed to a large portraite down the hall, "is Severus's apartments. I have no clue what his password is now, so if you need his help, you'll have to ask him."
They walked into Malfoy's room and Harry looked around cautiously. Instead of seeing the green and silver Slytherin colors, Harry was surprised to see hardly any green at all. Instead, there were gold satin couches that lay in front of a fire place sourounded on all sides by wooden end tables and crystal lamps. Harry spotted a glass coffee table in front of the couches and tiny silver pillows gracing the tops of the couch cousions. All in all, the room looked very cozy.
"Nice" muttered Harry as he wandered over to the couch. "Very nice." "Make yourself at home. I'll get some tea," Malfoy's tall frame vanished through a side door and into what Harry assumed was the kitchen. Taking up on Malfoy's offer, Harry sank into the gold couch. He moaned in pleasure as he was wrapped in pure comfort. Harry relaxed and was half asleep when Malfoy returned and sat next to him. "Where is Sirius?" asked Harry without opening his eyes. "He died Harry." "WHAT? When?" Harry jumped up at the news. "I'm so sorry Harry. He tried to resue you from Azkaban a few weeks after he found out what happened. He was captured by Fudge and given the Kiss. I'm so sorry!"
Harry stared at the wall and said nothing. The tears burned in his eyes and yet he did not cry. The time for crying ended long ago. Malfoy placed an arm around Harry and held the small frame close. "I'm so sorry" Malfoy muttered. And for the first time in ten years, Harry cried, wrapped in the arms of someone who really, truly cared. Harry had finally let down his walls and released all his pain. He was home.
AN: I know that this is short and not as good as the others but I hope you like it anyways. I thank all those that have reviewed and I appreciate your support. Sorry for the delay! Malfoys password means 'apple of blood' and I got it from a book I read and also from my French class. ~Ta-ta