Title: The Hazel and the Honeysuckle
Disclaimers: not mine
summary: Draco and Harry unconciously need each other but to survive, they will need to do more than speak in a platonic manner.
warnings: boy x boy love
Notes: this story is based on the wonderful fiction, Chevrefoil by Marie de France. The story stems from several of the lines that will stay at the beginning of each chapter.
Not beta'd
The sweet honeysuckle vine
That on the hazel tree will twine:
When it fastens, slips itself right
Around the trunk, ties itself tight,
Then the two survive together.
But should anyone try to sever
Them, the hazel dies right away,
And the honeysuckle, the same day.
~ * ~
Chapter 1
Albus kept his hawk-like vigil on the entering students. There were several faces that hadn't changed, like Harry Potter, and yet there were others that were forever marked by, like Draco Malfoy. Albus sighed into his goblet, sipping the concoction Severus had brewed for his frequent bursts of pain from the muggle arthritis. Albus hadn't thought that Harry would remain the same jovial and exuberant boy after witnessing Cedric Diggory's death but he had. For two years, Harry remained happy and hid behind his mask of joy.
But it was only a shadow to Harry's true self. Albus had caught Harry before in one of his rare times he let the mask shatter. It had been after a Quidditch game against Hufflepuff during sixth year; Justin Finch- Fletchley who had started to resemble Cedric when he was in the air had been batted from the sky by an escaped bludger. The game was considered void for a rematch. Harry had just stood there, leaning against the Broom Shed.
Albus had watched from his position. Saline trails streaked the boy's cheeks and Albus could tell that Harry was having a break down. It was obvious these weren't rare. What inner demons were Harry facing alone? Albus couldn't intervene. It wasn't his place to play the constant baby sitter to Harry. The rest of sixth year had passed without many other incidents.
Since Sirius was acquitted of the deaths of the muggles and Lily and James, Harry went to live with him over the summer but did it really do Harry that much good? Yes, Harry looked more lively and a spark of the mirth he could see in those emerald oculates was sincere but hidden underneath layers of plastered phoniness was a soul just begging for release and understanding.
And yet still....Albus wouldn't interfere. He wasn't on the same level as Harry; it would do good to have someone his own age and someone who had been through the same experiences relating the horrors of being on the recieving end of Voldemort.
Which, drew Albus's gaze towards the Slytherin table. Albus knew Draco had the Dark Mark emblazened on his wrist. He knew, that right now, Draco was cursing his father to the pits of hell for allowing his only son to be in the ranks of the Death Eater's. A few years before, Draco would have been showing the mark to everyone but he too had witnessed death-by his own hands and by the hands of his father.
Draco, however, wasn't hiding behind any wall. He kept that indifferent, smug attitude in place that would forever set him aside as a Malfoy. The superiority he exerted was part of his station; he was the Malfoy heir and thus was better than everyone else. Albeit, Draco had lost the smart aleckness that grated everyone's nerves but Severus Snape, mainly because Severus was just as bad.
Draco wasn't sitting by himself. He had his faithful cronies and smothering fan club of girls but he might as well have been alone. He wasn't paying attention to those near him, keeping his eyes on the double doors that would soon announce his leave.The Sorting Hat Celebration was to end in a matter of minutes and Albus hated to see it stop.
It was the only time Albus could really see his students, Harry and Draco in particular, and nit pick what had changed. Albus sighed, addressing a question Minerva had asked automatically. He saw Draco flinch at Pansy's hand on his shoulder and for a breif second there was darting fear behind those silver orbs. Albus's heart went out to the young man.
Harry was joining in on the merry making of his friends, teasing the new first years, and innocently flirting with Ginny Weasley but Albus new internally, Harry was as hollow as a maseoleum. Dead inside and echoing the memories of the past. Albus pursed his lips. The parallels existing between both Harry and Draco were infinite; if only they could see that for themselves.
~ ~~
Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think and I'll continue.
Disclaimers: not mine
summary: Draco and Harry unconciously need each other but to survive, they will need to do more than speak in a platonic manner.
warnings: boy x boy love
Notes: this story is based on the wonderful fiction, Chevrefoil by Marie de France. The story stems from several of the lines that will stay at the beginning of each chapter.
Not beta'd
The sweet honeysuckle vine
That on the hazel tree will twine:
When it fastens, slips itself right
Around the trunk, ties itself tight,
Then the two survive together.
But should anyone try to sever
Them, the hazel dies right away,
And the honeysuckle, the same day.
~ * ~
Chapter 1
Albus kept his hawk-like vigil on the entering students. There were several faces that hadn't changed, like Harry Potter, and yet there were others that were forever marked by, like Draco Malfoy. Albus sighed into his goblet, sipping the concoction Severus had brewed for his frequent bursts of pain from the muggle arthritis. Albus hadn't thought that Harry would remain the same jovial and exuberant boy after witnessing Cedric Diggory's death but he had. For two years, Harry remained happy and hid behind his mask of joy.
But it was only a shadow to Harry's true self. Albus had caught Harry before in one of his rare times he let the mask shatter. It had been after a Quidditch game against Hufflepuff during sixth year; Justin Finch- Fletchley who had started to resemble Cedric when he was in the air had been batted from the sky by an escaped bludger. The game was considered void for a rematch. Harry had just stood there, leaning against the Broom Shed.
Albus had watched from his position. Saline trails streaked the boy's cheeks and Albus could tell that Harry was having a break down. It was obvious these weren't rare. What inner demons were Harry facing alone? Albus couldn't intervene. It wasn't his place to play the constant baby sitter to Harry. The rest of sixth year had passed without many other incidents.
Since Sirius was acquitted of the deaths of the muggles and Lily and James, Harry went to live with him over the summer but did it really do Harry that much good? Yes, Harry looked more lively and a spark of the mirth he could see in those emerald oculates was sincere but hidden underneath layers of plastered phoniness was a soul just begging for release and understanding.
And yet still....Albus wouldn't interfere. He wasn't on the same level as Harry; it would do good to have someone his own age and someone who had been through the same experiences relating the horrors of being on the recieving end of Voldemort.
Which, drew Albus's gaze towards the Slytherin table. Albus knew Draco had the Dark Mark emblazened on his wrist. He knew, that right now, Draco was cursing his father to the pits of hell for allowing his only son to be in the ranks of the Death Eater's. A few years before, Draco would have been showing the mark to everyone but he too had witnessed death-by his own hands and by the hands of his father.
Draco, however, wasn't hiding behind any wall. He kept that indifferent, smug attitude in place that would forever set him aside as a Malfoy. The superiority he exerted was part of his station; he was the Malfoy heir and thus was better than everyone else. Albeit, Draco had lost the smart aleckness that grated everyone's nerves but Severus Snape, mainly because Severus was just as bad.
Draco wasn't sitting by himself. He had his faithful cronies and smothering fan club of girls but he might as well have been alone. He wasn't paying attention to those near him, keeping his eyes on the double doors that would soon announce his leave.The Sorting Hat Celebration was to end in a matter of minutes and Albus hated to see it stop.
It was the only time Albus could really see his students, Harry and Draco in particular, and nit pick what had changed. Albus sighed, addressing a question Minerva had asked automatically. He saw Draco flinch at Pansy's hand on his shoulder and for a breif second there was darting fear behind those silver orbs. Albus's heart went out to the young man.
Harry was joining in on the merry making of his friends, teasing the new first years, and innocently flirting with Ginny Weasley but Albus new internally, Harry was as hollow as a maseoleum. Dead inside and echoing the memories of the past. Albus pursed his lips. The parallels existing between both Harry and Draco were infinite; if only they could see that for themselves.
~ ~~
Well, that's it for now. Let me know what you think and I'll continue.