Disclaimer: Same as in first chapter.
Chapter: 2/9 Pain is Weakness leaving the body (Harry's POV)
Pairing: HP/DM and Hr/R
Rating: PG-13 for now
Beta: Aarynn gotta love her! :D She is the best!
Chapter 2: Pain is weakness leaving the body
(Harry's POV)
"Harry?" I glance down into his beautiful silver eyes and push a strand of his smooth silky hair off his face.
"Yes love?" I sit and pull him up with me. I hear him groan, as though he does not want to leave the comfort of the soft silk clad bed.
"We should start to head back to our rooms. Crabbe and Goyle will be looking for me soon." I frown and nod, and after standing up, pull him to his feet as well.
"Draco?"
"Yes, Harry" I pick up his black shirt off the floor and help him put it on, careful not to hurt his back.
"Are you going to wear the ring all the time?" I see his face widen in surprise, although I am sure I was not meant to see it, and he starts to frown.
"What are you really asking, Potter?" I sigh and look down. *Great, last names mean only one thing.* I look up and see him staring at me with such intensity and fire that it looks as though he might burn a hole in my skin.
"I am asking.if you are going to wear it all the time. I don't mean anything by it." I stand up and walk towards the door.
"Do you want me to wear it all the time? Or are you afraid that one of your Gryffindor friends might see me and find out what is going on? Or are you afraid that one of the Slytherins might find out and start spreading rumors around and it will get to all the teachers and they might all find out that *gasp* Harry Potter is gay!?" I watch him slink down on the bed and bury his face in his hands. I frown and walk over to his trembling figure.
"Draco darling. it's just that my friends don't know about my. sexuality or that I." I stumble to find the right words. He looks up now and gazes into my watery eyes. I can feel myself fall into his beautiful silver orbs, and I suddenly feel all the pain I have caused him. "Love you." I see his eyes mist up before me once more, he throws his strong arms around my neck, and he pulls my head close to his. He rests his forehead on mine, and I feel his soft lips press against mine fitting so perfectly that it feels as though our lips were a puzzle and that we had finally found the missing pieces, each other.
"Don't think that this means I forgive you, Potter." I watch as he slips the ring off his finger and hands it to me. "Here." I frown and shake my head.
"No, Draco, it's yours." I push it towards him.
"Potter, nothing is completely mine until I can share it with others." He drops the ring onto my lap. "And I am not going to keep it and wait for you to tell me I can wear it all the time. No, Potter. I will wait for you but not forever and when you do give me this ring back, I want it to be when I can actually wear it and when I can tell people that I am the one who de- virginized the famous boy who lived." I watch him look up at me and smirk the same sexy smirk that caused him to be the one that holds that title.
"But Draco."
"No. Keep it. For now." I stand back as he walks past me and touches the knot on the door. As delicate and as graceful as a swan he steps out into the hallway and motions for me to come out as well. I step out, trip over the last step as I always do and fall into his arms. *Smooth, Harry.*
"Sorry." I mumble under my breathe. He smiles and pulls me up.
"Don't be." Draco then pulls away from me, looks over me once as though making sure I did not hurt myself and begins to walk away. I hold up my hand.
"Draco, wait." I watch him turn around and raise an eyebrow at me.
"Yes Potter?" I hate when he calls me Potter. I frown and step towards him closing the gap between us.
"What does this mean?" I ask my voice shaking with fear of the thought of losing him.
"Not a damn thing, Potter." He says with a knowing smirk on his face. The same one he uses when he knows he freaked me out and he is glad he did.
"But the ring." I gulp and look down to the dungeons stone floor.
"Is just a material thing, Potter. I still belong to you and I always will, even if I don't exactly want to." I smile and rush towards him wrapping him up in a big hug, forgetting completely about his back, and I wouldn't have remembered had he not whimpered in pain.
"Oh, Draco, I am so sorry." I let go of him quickly and step back; he shakes his head and smiles weakly at me.
"Don't worry, love.pain is weakness leaving the body." He steps towards me and kisses me softly on the cheek. I smile and raise my hands up to his soft hair. I run my fingers through it, and I feel him lean his head on my shoulder. A few minutes later, he leaves me to head to my common room alone.
~*~*~*~ I step into the Gryffindor tower after my long walk around the castle grounds and look around. It is almost deserted except for one lonely figure sitting in front of the fire, his red hair disheveled as though he was running his hands all through it.
"Ron?" I see him jump and look at me. He seems sad to see me or maybe he is just sad in general. "What's wrong, mate?" I ask. The look on his face stays there, and he stands up. He is now a few inches taller than me, a bit more built than I am as well. *Must be the extra training he goes through*
"Hey, Harry.nothing is wrong. Where have you been?" I step back, slightly taken aback by his question. We had stopped worrying about where the other was last year.before Draco and I had gotten together. I shrug and smile at him.
"I was just out walking."
"All day?" I frown and nod slowly. He does not seem to be buying my story.
"Well, I am tired.so I am going to bed Ron. Talk to you tomorrow." I turn to walk up to our dorm when I feel his hand lay on my shoulder.
"Harry, I just want you to know that-" I turn around and hear him clear his throat as though finding it difficult to speak. "I am here. I always have been, and I will be here.even if you don't want me to be." With that, he rushed past me and headed towards our room. I sat there for a moment confused. *Why did he say that.does he.no.* I now don't feel like going to sleep so I sit on the couch in front of the fire. I begin to watch the flames dance around; they remind me of the day I realized I was in love with Draco.
I remember seeing him walk into the Great Hall. He looked so.entrancing.is the only word to describe him. I remember watching him as he walked towards the Slytherin table. He had finished his dinner and had stood up to leave the Great Hall when everything on the table fell onto him and the rest of the Slytherins. Dean and Seamus had tied an invisible string to Draco and the table so when he tried to stand up the whole table came down with him. I remember seeing his face flush, seeing the Slytherins griping and yelling at him, seeing Ron and Hermione high fiving Dean and Seamus.
After that, I remember he got up and ran out of the hall, not like himself at all. He seemed so embarrassed. It confused me. Usually he was so confident, even in a situation like that. Then the only thing I could think to do was find him. Find him and help him. I did find him. In the North tower, he was sitting by the window, looking out at the moon, and I don't think I remember seeing him look so beautiful. The moonlight danced off his head, sending a mesmerizing light throughout the room. I stepped towards him, accidentally sending a small pebble across the floor. I remember him turning around with a surprised look on his face.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"Why are you here?"
"I am asking myself the same question."
"Have you found the answer yet?" I remember him jumping down from the windowsill and walking towards me.
"Yes I have." I remember feeling my voice steady itself.
"Well what is the reason you came here?"
"You." After that, all I can remember is us waking up in the morning lying in each other's arms and, the way I felt. All I could feel when I looked at him was love. Ever since then we had been secretly dating. For the past couple of months I had been debating whether or not to come out to my friends. I do love him.
"So why can't I tell everybody I love him?" I mumble to myself, watching the flames come back into focus. I frown, slam my fist into the chair and stand up. I shove my hand into my robe and pull out the ring. On the inside I read H loves D forever *so why can't I tell them.especially Ron.what will he do? Will he hate me? Will he be disgusted?* I slowly put the ring back in my pocket. *So many things to think about.all of them causing my love and I pain.* I frown and open the door to our dorm. I can hear Ron snoring softly. *Draco better be right.for all this pain.weakness better be leaving my body.cause I am sure going to need a lot of strength when I tell Hermione and Ron tomorrow about Draco and I.* These were my last thoughts as I closed my eyes and fell onto my soft pillow.
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Pairing: HP/DM and Hr/R
Rating: PG-13 for now
Beta: Aarynn gotta love her! :D She is the best!
Chapter 2: Pain is weakness leaving the body
(Harry's POV)
"Harry?" I glance down into his beautiful silver eyes and push a strand of his smooth silky hair off his face.
"Yes love?" I sit and pull him up with me. I hear him groan, as though he does not want to leave the comfort of the soft silk clad bed.
"We should start to head back to our rooms. Crabbe and Goyle will be looking for me soon." I frown and nod, and after standing up, pull him to his feet as well.
"Draco?"
"Yes, Harry" I pick up his black shirt off the floor and help him put it on, careful not to hurt his back.
"Are you going to wear the ring all the time?" I see his face widen in surprise, although I am sure I was not meant to see it, and he starts to frown.
"What are you really asking, Potter?" I sigh and look down. *Great, last names mean only one thing.* I look up and see him staring at me with such intensity and fire that it looks as though he might burn a hole in my skin.
"I am asking.if you are going to wear it all the time. I don't mean anything by it." I stand up and walk towards the door.
"Do you want me to wear it all the time? Or are you afraid that one of your Gryffindor friends might see me and find out what is going on? Or are you afraid that one of the Slytherins might find out and start spreading rumors around and it will get to all the teachers and they might all find out that *gasp* Harry Potter is gay!?" I watch him slink down on the bed and bury his face in his hands. I frown and walk over to his trembling figure.
"Draco darling. it's just that my friends don't know about my. sexuality or that I." I stumble to find the right words. He looks up now and gazes into my watery eyes. I can feel myself fall into his beautiful silver orbs, and I suddenly feel all the pain I have caused him. "Love you." I see his eyes mist up before me once more, he throws his strong arms around my neck, and he pulls my head close to his. He rests his forehead on mine, and I feel his soft lips press against mine fitting so perfectly that it feels as though our lips were a puzzle and that we had finally found the missing pieces, each other.
"Don't think that this means I forgive you, Potter." I watch as he slips the ring off his finger and hands it to me. "Here." I frown and shake my head.
"No, Draco, it's yours." I push it towards him.
"Potter, nothing is completely mine until I can share it with others." He drops the ring onto my lap. "And I am not going to keep it and wait for you to tell me I can wear it all the time. No, Potter. I will wait for you but not forever and when you do give me this ring back, I want it to be when I can actually wear it and when I can tell people that I am the one who de- virginized the famous boy who lived." I watch him look up at me and smirk the same sexy smirk that caused him to be the one that holds that title.
"But Draco."
"No. Keep it. For now." I stand back as he walks past me and touches the knot on the door. As delicate and as graceful as a swan he steps out into the hallway and motions for me to come out as well. I step out, trip over the last step as I always do and fall into his arms. *Smooth, Harry.*
"Sorry." I mumble under my breathe. He smiles and pulls me up.
"Don't be." Draco then pulls away from me, looks over me once as though making sure I did not hurt myself and begins to walk away. I hold up my hand.
"Draco, wait." I watch him turn around and raise an eyebrow at me.
"Yes Potter?" I hate when he calls me Potter. I frown and step towards him closing the gap between us.
"What does this mean?" I ask my voice shaking with fear of the thought of losing him.
"Not a damn thing, Potter." He says with a knowing smirk on his face. The same one he uses when he knows he freaked me out and he is glad he did.
"But the ring." I gulp and look down to the dungeons stone floor.
"Is just a material thing, Potter. I still belong to you and I always will, even if I don't exactly want to." I smile and rush towards him wrapping him up in a big hug, forgetting completely about his back, and I wouldn't have remembered had he not whimpered in pain.
"Oh, Draco, I am so sorry." I let go of him quickly and step back; he shakes his head and smiles weakly at me.
"Don't worry, love.pain is weakness leaving the body." He steps towards me and kisses me softly on the cheek. I smile and raise my hands up to his soft hair. I run my fingers through it, and I feel him lean his head on my shoulder. A few minutes later, he leaves me to head to my common room alone.
~*~*~*~ I step into the Gryffindor tower after my long walk around the castle grounds and look around. It is almost deserted except for one lonely figure sitting in front of the fire, his red hair disheveled as though he was running his hands all through it.
"Ron?" I see him jump and look at me. He seems sad to see me or maybe he is just sad in general. "What's wrong, mate?" I ask. The look on his face stays there, and he stands up. He is now a few inches taller than me, a bit more built than I am as well. *Must be the extra training he goes through*
"Hey, Harry.nothing is wrong. Where have you been?" I step back, slightly taken aback by his question. We had stopped worrying about where the other was last year.before Draco and I had gotten together. I shrug and smile at him.
"I was just out walking."
"All day?" I frown and nod slowly. He does not seem to be buying my story.
"Well, I am tired.so I am going to bed Ron. Talk to you tomorrow." I turn to walk up to our dorm when I feel his hand lay on my shoulder.
"Harry, I just want you to know that-" I turn around and hear him clear his throat as though finding it difficult to speak. "I am here. I always have been, and I will be here.even if you don't want me to be." With that, he rushed past me and headed towards our room. I sat there for a moment confused. *Why did he say that.does he.no.* I now don't feel like going to sleep so I sit on the couch in front of the fire. I begin to watch the flames dance around; they remind me of the day I realized I was in love with Draco.
I remember seeing him walk into the Great Hall. He looked so.entrancing.is the only word to describe him. I remember watching him as he walked towards the Slytherin table. He had finished his dinner and had stood up to leave the Great Hall when everything on the table fell onto him and the rest of the Slytherins. Dean and Seamus had tied an invisible string to Draco and the table so when he tried to stand up the whole table came down with him. I remember seeing his face flush, seeing the Slytherins griping and yelling at him, seeing Ron and Hermione high fiving Dean and Seamus.
After that, I remember he got up and ran out of the hall, not like himself at all. He seemed so embarrassed. It confused me. Usually he was so confident, even in a situation like that. Then the only thing I could think to do was find him. Find him and help him. I did find him. In the North tower, he was sitting by the window, looking out at the moon, and I don't think I remember seeing him look so beautiful. The moonlight danced off his head, sending a mesmerizing light throughout the room. I stepped towards him, accidentally sending a small pebble across the floor. I remember him turning around with a surprised look on his face.
"Potter."
"Malfoy."
"Why are you here?"
"I am asking myself the same question."
"Have you found the answer yet?" I remember him jumping down from the windowsill and walking towards me.
"Yes I have." I remember feeling my voice steady itself.
"Well what is the reason you came here?"
"You." After that, all I can remember is us waking up in the morning lying in each other's arms and, the way I felt. All I could feel when I looked at him was love. Ever since then we had been secretly dating. For the past couple of months I had been debating whether or not to come out to my friends. I do love him.
"So why can't I tell everybody I love him?" I mumble to myself, watching the flames come back into focus. I frown, slam my fist into the chair and stand up. I shove my hand into my robe and pull out the ring. On the inside I read H loves D forever *so why can't I tell them.especially Ron.what will he do? Will he hate me? Will he be disgusted?* I slowly put the ring back in my pocket. *So many things to think about.all of them causing my love and I pain.* I frown and open the door to our dorm. I can hear Ron snoring softly. *Draco better be right.for all this pain.weakness better be leaving my body.cause I am sure going to need a lot of strength when I tell Hermione and Ron tomorrow about Draco and I.* These were my last thoughts as I closed my eyes and fell onto my soft pillow.
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