Of Shadows, Of Love, and Of War

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Draco sighed, discontent. The second week at Harry's house was coming to an end, and he was begining to like this place. He needed a rest. Even he gets tierd of the endless bloodshed he was called upon to perfrom like a puppet. Okay. Maybe not. But he was enjoying life for what seemed the first time, and he wasn't going to tell Harry that he was even strong enough to float away from his small domain and pop into some scarcley populated areas and wreak some havoc. Last week he managed to break into one of the nearby bases and chop up a few entities that were on guard duty. If Harry knew he was strong enough to fly, let alone kill, (and the fact that he was indeed killing) well, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He just knew he was slightly attached to the boy, infactuaed if you must. He would have made a move long ago, if that Cho girl would stop getting in the way.

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"Listen!" she yelled the first time she caught Draco trying to peep in on one of Harry's baths, "You leave Harry alone! He has no intrest in a monster like you?"

"And he'd want a witch like you?" Draco countered, smirking slightly. However, he was not smirking long, due to the frying pan slammed into his face.

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'Damn bitch,' Draco thought, slightly annoyed. He often thought about killing her, but Harry would find out, and though Harry seemed it, he wasn't helpless. Draco would atleast walk away with a few scrapes and bruises if he tryed to take Harry by force. He sighed, aggitated. Here he was, one of the most desireable in his realm, and he couldn't attract a simple Angel, that he was openly lusting after. Harry was either ignoring his passes, or very very naive and/or dense. He wanted this boy badly. He had no reason. He just knew he did.

Draco suddenly became aware of another presence in the room. He looked up to see the very person his mind had been boggling over.

"Hello Harry." he said, smirking.

"Hello Draco." he replied polietly, sitting on the bed next to him. He looked sad.

"Whats wrong, Harry?" Draco asked, placing a hand on the boys back.

"Nothing, just thinking.." Harry whispered, lost for words.

"About what..?" Draco replied softly, afraid to push too hard. If he played his cards right this situation could turn out for the better.

"Im afraid..to get close to anyone..since they died." Harry said, his eyes misting over, "I miss them so much. What if it happens again..."

"Harry...that night you were crying..did you lose someone?" Draco asked, rubbing Harrys shoulders.Harry nodded and looked up at Draco.

"I really, really like you Draco... but.."

Draco leaned in, brushing his lips against Harrys.

"Sssh.." he whispered as he broke the kiss, "You can never hold back Harry, then you'll always wonder what could have been. "

"Draco..I can't.." Harry whispered, standing up.

"Won't or can't?" Draco replied, slightly annoyed.

"It'll only end in pain." Harry said, walking out the door. Draco sighed, frustrated. He was mixed up to begin with, and that boy wasn't making it any easier. He was nearly exploding with all the feelings welling up within him. Frustration, confusion,annoyance,pain,hurt,rejection,and most frightining of all. Love. But demons can't love. Can they?

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