Chapter 4
My Side and Your Side--
Harry knocked after a second thought of hesitant. The dungeon felt so cold since it was a winter morning. He waited for the owner of the room to respond any allowance for entering the room. Silent. But then the door of the dungeon office opened, appearing Snape's tired face, surprised to see Harry there. Harry didn't say anything as Snape also in silent stepped aside to give Harry a space for entering his office. Harry went inside and stopped his steps as he heard a soft click of the closed door. He somehow could sense Snape is staring at his back from where he stood.
"Potter." He called. No nasty tone in his voice, but merely a shock for his sudden and unexpected arriving. He was about to ask Harry's proper reason for being where he is now when he realized his mouth has said something else. "Sit down."
Harry did what Snape told him without giving any glance over his shoulder to his Potion teacher behind him. He took a seat on one of the chair available in front of Snape's desk which is full with various bottle of different color liquid. "Thank you." He muttered slowly as he placed himself on the black-leathered chair. He could hear Snape sighed slowly as he walked back to his desk.
"Now, what's going on?" Snape asked after he putted himself on the opposite of Harry. His elbows on his smooth surface of his wooden polished desk as he stared at the boy in front of him. He completely forgot about being nasty as he realized how tired he was. "What brings you here?"
Harry only shook his head slowly, avoiding Snape's sight by staring at one of the bottle on Snape's desk with a greenish liquid in it. But then he answered in a low tone. "I don't want to meet either Ron or Hermione."
Snape let out a mute 'oh' then responded. "So… you are avoiding them." He repeated what Harry said. Harry simply nodded. "What are they trying to do on you?" He asked then.
Harry shook his head again. "No… nothing." He answered.
"Then, why are you avoiding them?" Snape asked again. His face looks pale just as the day he visited Harry in the hospital wing when Harry took a glance over him. He looks simply ten years older than he supposed to be.
"I…" Harry started but found no proper explanation. "I… just don't want to talk to them." Harry said whatever appeared on his mind.
"Are you angry with them?" Snape suddenly asked, making him slightly surprised. "For ruining all your promise to Draco?"
Harry now looked directly at Snape's eyes. "Do you know how is he now?" He suddenly forgets that the subject they are talking about now is Ron and Hermione. Instead, he simply blurted out what he is worrying about. "He is save, isn't he? Was his family hurt him? How is he?"
Snape sighed again. "Stop badgering around, Potter." He said slowly, staring at the anxious pair of eyes looking at him. "He is…" He hung his words. Thinking about what he should answer. "Well…" He sighed deeply again. "I know where he is. And I think you will be glad to drop by."
Harry's eyes widening for the response of what Snape unexpectedly said. "You sure, Professor?" He asked, "I mean… do you think I can visit him?" doubtfully.
Snape merely nodded to Harry's hopefully eyes.
"But aren't the other members of Malfoy stay in the Malfoy Manor with him?" Harry asked again. His heart began to fill with despair again after a sudden light of hope.
"No, Potter. He was… kind of exiled." Snape said in a low voice just as he was scared that somebody might have heard his statement. "He stayed separate from all the other members. Alone. For some kind of punishment."
The words successfully silenced Harry from another race of question queuing and he merely stared unbelievably at Snape. Snape, on the other hand, gave him a tired expression.
"And I think it's better for you to accompany him." The Potion master stood up from his chair, rebounded and stepped to the fireplace behind his chair. He looked at the dancing orange fire for a moment. Then he took a handful of the Floo powder on the pot beside. He looked back at Harry who still sat on the chair and beckoned him to come over. "Listen." He said as Harry stood right beside him in front of the fireplace. "I know there are none of other but Draco there. That means you can stay as long as you want there." He said. "But it's wise for you to comeback as soon as possible, Harry. For you still have to attend the dinner." He smiled, clearly giving Harry a permission to stay there for a whole day. "And say my grand to him, ok?" He threw the floo powder to the fire, making the orange color disappeared, replaced by a bright green flame. Then he shouted something Harry's ears don't catch before he pushed Harry inside the flame.
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Harry felt his body fell on a solid floor with a loud thud. The next second he realized he was on a dark wooden floor of a small room with simple furniture. He eyed the room for a moment before his eyes caught another door across his spot. He sighed deeply to neutralize the pain he got from the collided between his back and the floor before he rose to his feet and walked closer to the door.
With a soft push, strangely the unlocked door opened after a soft click. Harry peeked inside and found the room is no fancier than the other. It has only a small cabinet, a small desk with some fruits placed on a tray on it, and a wooden polished double bed which placed on the middle. Harry stepped inside and found himself approaching the bed where a unnoticed figure laid under behind a white blanket.
Harry stared at the bed for a long silence. He didn't move nor speak. He simply stared at it as his mind slowly becoming emptier. He was certainly sure the one who slept peacefully beneath the cover was Draco Malfoy, the one he was looking for. But his mind ordered nothing but to kept the silence. The slowly, Harry's hand reached out and slowly, so slowly, he touched the covers that outlined unmistakably Draco's shoulder.
The soft touch seems successfully called back Draco's awareness as the figure behind the blanket started to move and a muffle sound came out gently. Harry took his hand back as the blanket slowly pulled down from beneath, slowly showing from beautiful blonde hair then to the pale skin of his forehead, his thick eyebrows, the beautiful eyelashes he has fluttered open and show the stormy gray eyes—
"POTTER!?" Draco suddenly shouted, making Harry jumped for surprise. The blonde boy suddenly launched his body as he now sitting with his eyes wide opened, staring directly to Harry's. "What the HELL are you doing HERE!?" He asked loudly. "H-How could you --"
"Silence!" Harry barked as he crossed his forefinger in front of his lips, even though he knows no one will ever hear them anyway.
"How could you come here!?" Draco ignored the raven haired boy but his voice gradually become slower.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed so his eyes were in the same level as the blonde. "Someone told me." He explained. "He said you might want for a company." Harry grinned.
"Who?" Draco asked. His voice is cold.
"Snape." Harry answered slowly.
Draco looked at Harry for a few second before furry raised to the tip of his head. "You! How could you ever think I need you anyway!?" He snapped suddenly, making Harry surprised and backed up. "How could you ever think I want YOU to be here!?"
"B-but --"
"How could you dare to show up in front of me after all you have done!?" Draco's shouted on the top of his lungs. His face grew white and paler as anger controlled him. "I'm not that pathetic for needing you again!"
"Draco!" Harry shouted, not angrily, but merely to stop Draco for keep shouting. "Listen! I tried, Draco! I really did. It's not that I left you away. But I got an accident before I could ever inform anyone about their mistakes."
"I don't care!" Draco replayed back in the equal dispute. "I don't need you here. NOW GO!"
"I WON'T!"
"YOU WILL!"
"I WON'T!" Harry now barked. His face showed a great determination. "Listen. I'm really sorry, Draco. I failed to keep my promise. I failed so you are free to hate me or whatever. But I just want you to go back with me. We'll explain it to them together."
Draco still looked at him angrily, but he said nothing. A sudden pity crossed his face. "You are too late." He hissed in almost a whisper. "You are far too late, Harry!"
"What?"
"Don't you remember who had brought me back before all those freaks in Hogwarts send me to Azkaban?" Draco hissed again but behind all those words, he was fighting hard against his anger. And fear.
Harry hesitated for a moment before answering. "Your
family?"
Draco looked at Harry's eyes deeply. He doesn't need to say anything as Harry himself has known the truth of his answer. "They took me back after all my treason. They saved me from the side where I decide to join, but who refuse me unconditionally." He hissed. "They are my side!" He said coldly, but Harry could felt a real bitter tone on it as if he was badly torn inside. "Now, you will leave at once!" Draco said again after a long silence.
This time Harry didn't say anything but merely shook his head. His eyes still on Draco's. "You know I won't change my decision." He said lowly.
Draco sighed angrily. "I hate you." He simply said. "Why do I have to meet you? Why do I have to save you and why do I have to join your side? Why did you ever born, Harry? For this world is much much easier without you!" Draco stopped and Harry saw tears flicking down his cheeks "I want to kill you, Harry! I will kill you for sure!"
Harry moved forward and brushed his finger to sweep the tears away.
"You are such a fool!" Draco whispered.
"Yes." Harry answered calmly, giving Draco a slight surprise. His face is only an inch away from Draco's. "I'm a fool to love a person who hates me. I'm a fool to fall in love with a person who is against me. I'm a fool to love a person who wants me die, to kill me, to banish me away." He leaned forward and let the tip of his nose touched Draco's. "I'm a fool to love you, Draco." Then he closed the small gap between them into a soft kiss upon Draco's warm lips.
Harry could feel Draco's tears burst over again as slowly he moved his lips upon the blonde's. The blonde didn't refuse, he didn't even move. He just submitted himself to Harry, even when Harry's tongue gently parted his lips and entered his mouth. Harry's arms flung around Draco's neck and back as he moved forward and pulled Draco into his embrace. Then Harry realized, his eyes are wet from his own tears.
Tentatively, Draco's hand laid on Harry's shoulder. And the next moment both of them are kissing each other. Deeply, even hard. As they tried to ease all the pain and problem the faced with the roughness of their kiss.
Gently Draco pushed Harry on the bed while his hand trailing on beneath Harry's shirt. The rest hours was spent without any words.
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Harry opened his eyes just to find the scenery outside the window showed a round silver orb hung on the night sky. His mind quickly fluttered with the fact that it must be pass the dinner time now. But as sudden the wave came, the sudden it left as Harry felt a strong pair of arms were wrapping securely around his prone body beneath the white blanket. He couldn't help but to lean on Draco's chest behind his head while took a deep breath, feeling the scent of Draco as he trailed his fingers along Draco's arm smooth skin.
"Have you awaken?" came Draco's soft voice.
"Hnn." Harry responded while kept continuing the trailing.
"Don't you have to go back?" The blonde asked again.
"I don't care." Harry answered back. He flew his gaze to the dark night sky outside the window. The full moon shone brightly, filling the dim room with it's silver light. Harry felt Draco kissed the tip of his head before he freed himself and turned his whole body to face Draco's. "Or do you want me to go?"
"I do not." Draco answered slowly. "But I know you have to."
Harry leaned forward to touched Draco's lips with his briefly. "I don't care." He repeated. He stared deeply to the sea of gray on Draco's eyes which reflected a bed less affection. "So," he started, "you won't come back with me?"
"No." Draco answered slowly. "They have rescued me even after I betrayed them and causing so much disaster. They still took me back without considering about all the problems I have caused. They still give me a place when the side I have tried to join completely refuse me. After all, Harry, I have to pay it back."
"Even though you have to pay it with your life?" Harry asked slowly.
"Yes." Draco agreed with a silent bitterness hidden. "I have to, Harry."
Harry felt tears began to sting his eyes again.
"I was born there. That's my side, and always be my side. A shame, it's against you."
"Then I'll join your side." Harry whispered.
"NO WAY!" Draco snapped. "Listen, Harry. You are in the right side. You are in the side I before decided to join with. I'm not allowing you to chose a wrong path just because of me."
"But what about you?"
"As I told you, I was born there. My place is in the dark side and you're in the good side. Neither of us can leave and join the other side, Harry. I have no choice left." Draco explained as he reached his hand to wiped Harry's tears.
Harry only sobbed gently as he took Draco's arm and led it to caress his cheek. "I don't want to fight against you."
Draco squeezed Harry's palm gently, giving a silent encouragement. "You and I are two different path. We are walking in our own way for our own reasons. But now, we are stuck in a small crossover." He pulled Harry's palm and kissed it tenderly. "But after this, Harry, after we passed the crossover, we will walk away again in our own. And the further we go, the further distance we will gain."
Harry silenced. He knows he can't do anything else to change what Draco had said. His mind slowly but surely became empty as if he had lost the most important thing he has. Tears fell from his eyes again.
Draco stared at Harry's face for a moment before all his vision blurred by his own tears. He reached out and pulled Harry to his chest again, embraced him tightly as if he wished to melt with the affection they have shared. "I love you, Harry." He whispered painfully. "I love you so much." He closed his eyes to allow the tears in his eyes to burst all over down his cheeks.
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Three years later"Harry…" Snape called Harry who stood against the wind on the threshold.
Harry turned his face back to the source of the voice then smiled. "What's up?"
Snape stepped forward and placed himself beside Harry. "Well, I am worrying you."
"What for?" Harry asked back without looking at the Potion Master's face. His sight flew far away to the foggy sky above him.
"You know what I mean, Harry." Snape insisted.
"If you are worrying about how do I feel about this war, Professor, then I'll tell you my feeling right now." Harry said smugly. "Honestly. I'm excited."
"Excited?"
"Yes. After all this will be a public war. I have so many people in my side and they all will struggle and fight with me. Remembering about all the time when I faced Voldemort before alone, this time I feel secure and strangely confident for our victory."
Snape didn't say anything for a few second. He just looked at the scenery Harry saw quietly. Then he started again, "and about Draco Malfoy?"
Harry didn't respond. Even the name doesn't seem to have any effect on him. He sighed then looked at Snape's face. Looking so determined. "Don't worry, Professor." He smiled so calm. "I won't fail." Then he rebounded and left Snape alone.
How time could change everything.
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The End
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A/N: I know the ending is BAD!!! I hung it like this because I hope you all the readers could have your own imagination to continue what will happen during the war, also because I have no idea how this fic would continue. Hahahaha… sorry for being so selfish. REALLY SORRY!!! Well… the story has ended. ^^ Care for submits a review!? I will appreciate it SO MUCH!!! Thank you!!!
