A/N: Wasn't planning on writing a second part...but here it is....you should really read 'El Alma atormentada' first...cause this happens after it. This doesn't have as much squick in it but there's still squick warnings....read at your own risk. Please excuse the spelling mistakes...no spellchecker and a awful spelling grasp do not friends make.
Once again I don't own any of the wonderful characters....just using them to satisfy my sick mind. This story takes place BEFORE HP and the Order of the Phoenix. Call it an alternative relaity now I suspose.
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(Harry's POV)
I really don't know what possessed me to ask Malfoy to join our team. It must have been a lapse in my sanity, or maybe he was right. Maybe I *had* been hit with a bludger. But I'd just seen him as got up to leave and I wanted him to join in...to maybe be happy.
Malfoy turned out to be a bloody brillant stratigist. He seemed to realize though that none of *our* team would listen to him so he went through me...sugesting plans but giving me a look like 'do it or I'll curse you.'
By the end I was cold and wet, but grinning from ear to ear. I caught Malfoys eye as we moved back into the castle and he seemed to almost smile slightly before it was gone...though I could be wrong. It might have been a grimice.
Something had happened that morning, I know something had, but whatever it was he hid it well. He was the same Malfoy, the same annoying sod that he'd been the last four years. Only he was diffrent....I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Eh...good job Malfoy don't think we could have won without you." I found myself saying, punching him lightly in the arm. Friendly comrades in arms nothing more...
He reacts not quite in the way I thought though, turning on me like a rabid dog, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a snear. "You bloody touch me again Potter and I'll curse you so bad you'll wish Voldemort had his hands on you."
Malfoy pulled his robes about his small frame and turning stalked into the castle leaving me there with what I knew was a stunned expression on my face.
Another Gryffindor snorted. "Thats what you get for trying to be nice to a Malfoy." He told me.
"Yes." I agree though I didn't really. There had been more then anger in those blue-grey eyes. There had been a touch of something more...something more akin to fear.
I didn't see Malfoy at the Christmas dinner...I made a point to look. I cursed myself afterwards. What was I doing looking for Malfoy? What would I strike up a conversation? He'd be lible to spit in my face. I found myself picking at my food though and kept glancing at the door to the Great Hall...kept wondering what he was doing right now while we all ate....why had he turned on me like that?
It was more then our usual ammosity. Snide barbs and remarks I could understand but outright threats. Never had it come to that before.
The invisability cloak got pulled out for the first time in months. I don't know what possessed me to try and find him, but I couldn't sleep until I knew that he was okay.
I didn't know what had changed that perception, but I'd gone from hoping he was cursed to caring about his welfare in one day. Maybe it was because this morning he'd looked a lot like I felt sometimes when I thought no one was around to notice. Like he was stuck in a hopeless situation and he knew that he'd never escape until he was dead.
I felt that way sometimes. Expecally after last year, knowing someon was out to kill you was never helpful for ones dreams.
I wondered what Draco dreamed of....
It's always the last place you look of course. For Draco that was the Astronomy tower, tucked firmly into one of the observation seats. The moon was full tonight and I briefly thought of my old DADA teacher Remus Lupin, gave a small prayer that he was save on this night and that maybe Sirius was with him.
The stray thought only distracted me for a moment and my mind went back to the creature before me.
Yes, I think creature but not in a cruel way, more like one thinks of Unicorns and Fairys. The way they seem to be eternally beautiful, something to look at but never touch. Malfoy, Draco, was like that. A creature you could look at from a distance but never get close to.
The moonlight touched his pale blonde hair making it gleam. It lookd etreal and my hands twisted on the cloak pulled around me wanting to touch the strands that looked so soft. His hand moved to his face and I realized he was wiping tears from some unknown pain that only here in the Astromy tower he felt comfortable releasing.
It bought up a protective surge within me. Wanting to move and hold him. Wipe way the tears and assure him that everything would be alright.
Like down at the pitch that morning, I didn't. Just stood there watching his silent torture, trying to control my breathing so he wouldn't hear me standing there beneith my cloak.
Once again I don't own any of the wonderful characters....just using them to satisfy my sick mind. This story takes place BEFORE HP and the Order of the Phoenix. Call it an alternative relaity now I suspose.
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(Harry's POV)
I really don't know what possessed me to ask Malfoy to join our team. It must have been a lapse in my sanity, or maybe he was right. Maybe I *had* been hit with a bludger. But I'd just seen him as got up to leave and I wanted him to join in...to maybe be happy.
Malfoy turned out to be a bloody brillant stratigist. He seemed to realize though that none of *our* team would listen to him so he went through me...sugesting plans but giving me a look like 'do it or I'll curse you.'
By the end I was cold and wet, but grinning from ear to ear. I caught Malfoys eye as we moved back into the castle and he seemed to almost smile slightly before it was gone...though I could be wrong. It might have been a grimice.
Something had happened that morning, I know something had, but whatever it was he hid it well. He was the same Malfoy, the same annoying sod that he'd been the last four years. Only he was diffrent....I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Eh...good job Malfoy don't think we could have won without you." I found myself saying, punching him lightly in the arm. Friendly comrades in arms nothing more...
He reacts not quite in the way I thought though, turning on me like a rabid dog, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a snear. "You bloody touch me again Potter and I'll curse you so bad you'll wish Voldemort had his hands on you."
Malfoy pulled his robes about his small frame and turning stalked into the castle leaving me there with what I knew was a stunned expression on my face.
Another Gryffindor snorted. "Thats what you get for trying to be nice to a Malfoy." He told me.
"Yes." I agree though I didn't really. There had been more then anger in those blue-grey eyes. There had been a touch of something more...something more akin to fear.
I didn't see Malfoy at the Christmas dinner...I made a point to look. I cursed myself afterwards. What was I doing looking for Malfoy? What would I strike up a conversation? He'd be lible to spit in my face. I found myself picking at my food though and kept glancing at the door to the Great Hall...kept wondering what he was doing right now while we all ate....why had he turned on me like that?
It was more then our usual ammosity. Snide barbs and remarks I could understand but outright threats. Never had it come to that before.
The invisability cloak got pulled out for the first time in months. I don't know what possessed me to try and find him, but I couldn't sleep until I knew that he was okay.
I didn't know what had changed that perception, but I'd gone from hoping he was cursed to caring about his welfare in one day. Maybe it was because this morning he'd looked a lot like I felt sometimes when I thought no one was around to notice. Like he was stuck in a hopeless situation and he knew that he'd never escape until he was dead.
I felt that way sometimes. Expecally after last year, knowing someon was out to kill you was never helpful for ones dreams.
I wondered what Draco dreamed of....
It's always the last place you look of course. For Draco that was the Astronomy tower, tucked firmly into one of the observation seats. The moon was full tonight and I briefly thought of my old DADA teacher Remus Lupin, gave a small prayer that he was save on this night and that maybe Sirius was with him.
The stray thought only distracted me for a moment and my mind went back to the creature before me.
Yes, I think creature but not in a cruel way, more like one thinks of Unicorns and Fairys. The way they seem to be eternally beautiful, something to look at but never touch. Malfoy, Draco, was like that. A creature you could look at from a distance but never get close to.
The moonlight touched his pale blonde hair making it gleam. It lookd etreal and my hands twisted on the cloak pulled around me wanting to touch the strands that looked so soft. His hand moved to his face and I realized he was wiping tears from some unknown pain that only here in the Astromy tower he felt comfortable releasing.
It bought up a protective surge within me. Wanting to move and hold him. Wipe way the tears and assure him that everything would be alright.
Like down at the pitch that morning, I didn't. Just stood there watching his silent torture, trying to control my breathing so he wouldn't hear me standing there beneith my cloak.