Title: Insanely True Ch 2
Author: LovelyPsychopath
Rating:
Pairing: D/H
Comments: Oi. I've been SOOO lazy. I've started writing this chapter like 3 times, and have deleted it each time. I hope this chapter meets standards!
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The next two years of Draco's life started and ended with difficulty. He struggled in his studies and pushed himself away from people.
Towards the end of his 5th year he stopped sitting with his fellow Slytherins for meals, and instead sat alone at the very end of the table. This agreement was mutual, for when they found out about Draco's 'problems' not even Pansy would talk to him, and Pansy would talk to ANYONE with at least one working ear.
Social changes were not the only changes to occur. As Draco became more and more introverted his studies began to slip. Everyone knew it was bad when it became known that Draco's 3rd term potions average was a D-.
The last changes were physical. With the decline of his self esteem, so declined his vanity. His hair was no longer meticulously slicked back, but fell loosely into his eyes. He no longer cared about wearing expensive and finely tailored robes, so he most often wore what was in closest reach at the moment he woke up. He always looked somewhat sloppy and unorganized, and overall very un-Draco-like.
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Soon after his problems had been discovered, Snape had agreed to let him have his own room, which was quite a blessing to Draco, and whoever might have been assigned to room with him.
Draco lay in bed, the silky green sheets twisted about his body. The boy's blond sweat dampened bangs fell into his eyes, and he brushed them away. Every time sleep was within his grasp, he would wake up screaming.
'Damn it all." He thought to himself while struggling weakly with the covers. A smile seeped onto his face, and he stopped attempting to untangle himself.
'No use trying to force sleep.'
Draco pulled himself out of bed to kneel in front of his chest. He pulled out a rather worn and frumpy blue sweater, and pulled it over his head. Then, he pulled on his favorite sneakers and headed out the door.
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The air in the hallway was cool against his warm cheeks. The Slytherin continued walking, the directions to his secret spot burned into his memory. He seemed to follow an imaginary line, leading right to his desired destination.
When he stopped, he was standing in front of a beautifully detailed wood and wrought iron door. He pushed it open, and stepped inside.
The room wasn't big; maybe only about the size of one of the smaller classrooms. However, it wasn't the size of the room that made it special. The floors of the room were covered in soft grass, and the walls were covered in ivy. The ceiling above imitated the night sky, and all about the room various plants, flowers, and small trees grew. A sort of indoor garden, if you will. The air in the room smelled of roses and jasmine, and warm breeze stirred the various plants.
Draco walked over to his favorite spot; a soft cushion of moss that grew under one of the various trees. The tree was old, and had a good aura. Draco curled up into a fetal position against the trunk. This was the only place where he could feel normal; the only place where he felt sane.
Just thinking those thoughts made him upset.
"It shouldn't be like this." He said aloud, hot tears beginning to fall down his cheeks.
"Life generally isn't fair."
Draco's head jerked up with a start. He felt incredibly vulnerable and invaded. No one was supposed to know about this place! He felt even worse when he saw who had disturbed him.
"Potter?! What in GOD'S name are YOU doing HERE?" He practically shouted while trying to wipe the tears off of his cheeks.
Harry looked mildly surprised at the way Draco had reacted. Mean, he had expected, but not the vulnerability.
"I was on my way to the kitchen when I saw you wondering about the halls, so, I decided to follow you."
"I'm not a bloody freak show, Potter." Harry's eyes looked suddenly sympathetic.
"May I sit down?"
"Aww, what the hell."
Draco rolled his eyes, and patted the ground next to him. Harry sat down a few inches away from Draco.
'Now I know that I'm insane..letting Harry Potter sit next to me."
Harry looked over to Draco, and hazarded a small smile.
"Why are you here so late?"
Draco looked down at his hands.
"I come here when I can't sleep."
The terse answer seemed to satisfy Potter.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, Potter?"
"I was wondering." Harry sounded a bit nervous, but continued. "Is it true, what everyone is saying about you?"
Draco looked annoyed. "What? That I'm a raving lunatic? Or that I'm doing drugs? Let me answer that for you Potter. Yes, I am a raving lunatic, and no, I am not doing drugs. Happy?"
Harry was visibly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry for asking, Malfoy. I now it must be hard..."
"Hard? You don't know HOW hard it is, Potter! Everyone staring at you, pointing, some glaring. They treat me like a freak! An object of amusement!"
Harry raised an eyebrow, and the Slytherin thought about what he had just said.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I do know what that's like, you know. You just can't let it get to you. You have to stick to your very best friends, and ignore the rest. That's what saved me." Draco looked thoughtful, and then sad.
"Potter...I don't have any friends."
"Yes you do. Well, at least you do now. I'll be your friend."
Draco's eyes widened. His head snapped around to face Harry, his jaw open like a fish.
"What? Why would YOU want to be MY friend? And why are you being nice to me? I thought you hated me!"
"Because I know how hard life can be Draco. I've watched you, seen you around school. You're not how you used to be. You're less confident, less vain, and less happy. I've been through hard times, but I had great friends to help me through. I don't want anyone, regardless of who they are, to go through the same things without at least one friend to help them through it."
Draco's eyes were wide, and filled with tears. He knew the moment he closed his eyes, the tears would fall down his cheeks. He also knew that Potter saw his tears, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing a Malfoy cry.
"Draco...it's all right. Everything will work out in the end." Harry gave him the warmest smile he had ever been given. His face was so full of honesty!
'Oh fuck' Draco thought to himself as the first warm tear slid down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, and turned from Potter.
"It's alright to cry. It's unhealthy not to cry, and if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here you know."
Draco sighed. 'To hell with pride.'
He began to cry. Tears ran down his cheeks, and his sobs made his whole body quiver. Harry nodded, and wrapped the pale boy in his arms.
Neither of them were certain how long Draco cried, or how long Harry held him. The night went on, Draco tucked safetly in Harry's arms. The Gryffindor whispered words of care and friendship in his ear as he cried, and Draco huddled closer. At last, he slept.
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Comments: Yay! End of chapter two! Sure took me long enough.... Hopefully chapter three won't take as long. Please review! ::puppy eyes:: Pwease! You know you wanna!
Author: LovelyPsychopath
Rating:
Pairing: D/H
Comments: Oi. I've been SOOO lazy. I've started writing this chapter like 3 times, and have deleted it each time. I hope this chapter meets standards!
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The next two years of Draco's life started and ended with difficulty. He struggled in his studies and pushed himself away from people.
Towards the end of his 5th year he stopped sitting with his fellow Slytherins for meals, and instead sat alone at the very end of the table. This agreement was mutual, for when they found out about Draco's 'problems' not even Pansy would talk to him, and Pansy would talk to ANYONE with at least one working ear.
Social changes were not the only changes to occur. As Draco became more and more introverted his studies began to slip. Everyone knew it was bad when it became known that Draco's 3rd term potions average was a D-.
The last changes were physical. With the decline of his self esteem, so declined his vanity. His hair was no longer meticulously slicked back, but fell loosely into his eyes. He no longer cared about wearing expensive and finely tailored robes, so he most often wore what was in closest reach at the moment he woke up. He always looked somewhat sloppy and unorganized, and overall very un-Draco-like.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soon after his problems had been discovered, Snape had agreed to let him have his own room, which was quite a blessing to Draco, and whoever might have been assigned to room with him.
Draco lay in bed, the silky green sheets twisted about his body. The boy's blond sweat dampened bangs fell into his eyes, and he brushed them away. Every time sleep was within his grasp, he would wake up screaming.
'Damn it all." He thought to himself while struggling weakly with the covers. A smile seeped onto his face, and he stopped attempting to untangle himself.
'No use trying to force sleep.'
Draco pulled himself out of bed to kneel in front of his chest. He pulled out a rather worn and frumpy blue sweater, and pulled it over his head. Then, he pulled on his favorite sneakers and headed out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The air in the hallway was cool against his warm cheeks. The Slytherin continued walking, the directions to his secret spot burned into his memory. He seemed to follow an imaginary line, leading right to his desired destination.
When he stopped, he was standing in front of a beautifully detailed wood and wrought iron door. He pushed it open, and stepped inside.
The room wasn't big; maybe only about the size of one of the smaller classrooms. However, it wasn't the size of the room that made it special. The floors of the room were covered in soft grass, and the walls were covered in ivy. The ceiling above imitated the night sky, and all about the room various plants, flowers, and small trees grew. A sort of indoor garden, if you will. The air in the room smelled of roses and jasmine, and warm breeze stirred the various plants.
Draco walked over to his favorite spot; a soft cushion of moss that grew under one of the various trees. The tree was old, and had a good aura. Draco curled up into a fetal position against the trunk. This was the only place where he could feel normal; the only place where he felt sane.
Just thinking those thoughts made him upset.
"It shouldn't be like this." He said aloud, hot tears beginning to fall down his cheeks.
"Life generally isn't fair."
Draco's head jerked up with a start. He felt incredibly vulnerable and invaded. No one was supposed to know about this place! He felt even worse when he saw who had disturbed him.
"Potter?! What in GOD'S name are YOU doing HERE?" He practically shouted while trying to wipe the tears off of his cheeks.
Harry looked mildly surprised at the way Draco had reacted. Mean, he had expected, but not the vulnerability.
"I was on my way to the kitchen when I saw you wondering about the halls, so, I decided to follow you."
"I'm not a bloody freak show, Potter." Harry's eyes looked suddenly sympathetic.
"May I sit down?"
"Aww, what the hell."
Draco rolled his eyes, and patted the ground next to him. Harry sat down a few inches away from Draco.
'Now I know that I'm insane..letting Harry Potter sit next to me."
Harry looked over to Draco, and hazarded a small smile.
"Why are you here so late?"
Draco looked down at his hands.
"I come here when I can't sleep."
The terse answer seemed to satisfy Potter.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, Potter?"
"I was wondering." Harry sounded a bit nervous, but continued. "Is it true, what everyone is saying about you?"
Draco looked annoyed. "What? That I'm a raving lunatic? Or that I'm doing drugs? Let me answer that for you Potter. Yes, I am a raving lunatic, and no, I am not doing drugs. Happy?"
Harry was visibly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry for asking, Malfoy. I now it must be hard..."
"Hard? You don't know HOW hard it is, Potter! Everyone staring at you, pointing, some glaring. They treat me like a freak! An object of amusement!"
Harry raised an eyebrow, and the Slytherin thought about what he had just said.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I do know what that's like, you know. You just can't let it get to you. You have to stick to your very best friends, and ignore the rest. That's what saved me." Draco looked thoughtful, and then sad.
"Potter...I don't have any friends."
"Yes you do. Well, at least you do now. I'll be your friend."
Draco's eyes widened. His head snapped around to face Harry, his jaw open like a fish.
"What? Why would YOU want to be MY friend? And why are you being nice to me? I thought you hated me!"
"Because I know how hard life can be Draco. I've watched you, seen you around school. You're not how you used to be. You're less confident, less vain, and less happy. I've been through hard times, but I had great friends to help me through. I don't want anyone, regardless of who they are, to go through the same things without at least one friend to help them through it."
Draco's eyes were wide, and filled with tears. He knew the moment he closed his eyes, the tears would fall down his cheeks. He also knew that Potter saw his tears, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing a Malfoy cry.
"Draco...it's all right. Everything will work out in the end." Harry gave him the warmest smile he had ever been given. His face was so full of honesty!
'Oh fuck' Draco thought to himself as the first warm tear slid down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, and turned from Potter.
"It's alright to cry. It's unhealthy not to cry, and if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here you know."
Draco sighed. 'To hell with pride.'
He began to cry. Tears ran down his cheeks, and his sobs made his whole body quiver. Harry nodded, and wrapped the pale boy in his arms.
Neither of them were certain how long Draco cried, or how long Harry held him. The night went on, Draco tucked safetly in Harry's arms. The Gryffindor whispered words of care and friendship in his ear as he cried, and Draco huddled closer. At last, he slept.
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Comments: Yay! End of chapter two! Sure took me long enough.... Hopefully chapter three won't take as long. Please review! ::puppy eyes:: Pwease! You know you wanna!