Snake Fang

by Mystic Loser



Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, or anything else...



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Chapter One: Losing Touch

I have to admit Im a little confused. I don't know how I stumbled upon such a hideous little problem, I was attracted to Harry Potter. I suppose it was all Snapes fault.

He had sent me into the dungeon after Harry, who had gone down there thirty or so minutes ago to retrieve a herb for the potion we were studying. I walked down the dimly lit corridor, whistling to myself. I turned a corner and got ready to tease Potter for being so slow, when I noticed him sprawled out on the ground in front of me.

I kneeled by his side and touched his face. He didn't even move. Potter was out cold. His face was freezing, even colder then my own skin. I lifted his hand and let go, causing it to drop to his side, hitting the dungeon floor with a soft 'thud.'

"Hn, pathetic." I muttered, shaking Harry violently, "WAKE UP POTTER!"

He sprang awake. His emerald eyes stared into mine, they were hollow and distant. Im not even sure he saw me. Tears rolled down his face, and I stared at him in wonder. I had never cried in my life. Tears were a sign of weakness. Weakness only got you disrespect. Disrespect and a beating from your father.

But Harry wasn't weak. I had taken my blows from him on the Quidditch Pitch, and I knew that Harry could throw quite a punch when threatened. Once, we had both been after the Snitch.Yet, the Snitch had flown out of the way quickly, causing me and Potter to collide.

"You-" Potter grunted when I rammed my fist into his gut. I was having a shitty day, and I wanted someone to take it out on.

"STOP!" Hooch yelled, but we didn't listen. Potter was mad.

He grabbed the back of my head and repeatedly hit me in the face. The bastard! He could have broken my nose and would have if I didn't fight back!

And now the very same boy was crying. I couldn't let him show me that side of him, no. I would hate myself if I were to be beaten by such a weakling. I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. Something my mother had done to me once, when I was hysterical.

Harry looked up at me, astounded, and touched his face. He was shocked. I could see that. He was angry, I could see that as well. And feel it. Harry pushed me away. He was so forceful, I hit the dungeon wall, hitting the back of my head against the hard stone, causing my teeth to click painfully.

I narrowed my eyes at the boy and growled slightly.

"Malfoy!" he said, standing up, "What are you doing here?"

"Professor Snape sent me down after you." I said, trying my best to sound harsh, but I was knocked off my guard,

"What happened?"

"Nothing!" Harry said, glaring at me, "Its none of your business."

Damn you Potter! He was always like this. He acts so tough! Ever since our fourth year, hes been acting depressed. He has no reason to be depressed! IM THE ONE WITH THE HORRIBLE LIFE!

"Well, lets hurry up and get what we came for and leave!" I said sharply. There Draco! We're back on track.

"Sure, whatever Draco.." he muttered and grabbed the herbs off the shelf. I stride ahead of him, tilting my head back slightly as I smirked. I avoided being kind to Potter. It didn't bug me at the time. And I didn't expect it to later. But then..

I turned looking back to see how far behind he was. He wasn't but two steps behind me. He looked up quickly, meeting my eyes with his own. Damn, he looked so lost.

I didn't think anything I said to Potter really hurt him.Of course, before that day I didn't think of Potter's feelings at all.Everyone always loved him. Adored him, he could have anything he ever wanted,and people weren't giving things to him just to show off, they did it out of kindness. This really bothered me. My father gave me anything. ANYTHING. But it came with a price. He showed the world what a great father he was by showering me with gifts. When we got home, he'd beat me to a bloody pulp. My father wasn't always bad, but when you grow up with a man like Lucius Malfoy as a father, you have a strange view of love.

Sure, I had people in my bed before, but no one lasted long. The longest relationship I ever had was two weeks. Tops. How was I supposed to deal with Potters kind? I bet he believes in soul mates, and all that.

So there I was, walking down the hall with Harry Potter. He was staring at me as if I were dead fly stuck on the wall. He hated me. That wasn't what bothered me, though. His eyes were empty. Sure, his face was twisted in the same, normal snarl of disgust I get from him everyday, but behind the large round glasses, there was nothing.

It was as if the light was sucked from his eyes. The green pools that held so much hate for me once, were now empty.

"Harry?" I asked, surprised at my soft tone, and even more so, the use of his first name.

"What is it?" he snapped.

"What happened to your eyes?" I asked. Inside I was cursing myself. Why am I even asking? I don't care! Im a Malfoy! I don't care for anyone.

Harry looked at me as if I were insane. Hell, I was insane. Asking Harry Potter why his eyes were empty, what the hell happened to me?!

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" he asked.

"Nevermind!" I said, turning my back, "I just thought you looked different."

We didn't talk after that. I didn't care. I hate Potter, a conversation is just as bad as having to live with that Lockhart twit for a year!

And yet I find myself watching him.

I've watched every move he has made these past few days. At lunch, I can't find time to eat. I sit and stare at Harry as he jokes with his friends. Why must I be cursed with this? Can't anyone else notice the the emptiness in his eyes?

Cursed Harry Potter! I hate you! Why must you haunt me with such worries? I have enough trouble watching out for myself, I don't need to watch over a muggle lover like you.

He doesn't eat either. Even if he acts so happy around his friends, I can see the difference in him. Sure, two years back, during our forth year, he and Weasley had fought, and he had been upset. But it was worse then that. But Hermione and Ron didn't see it, maybe I was imagining things?

No, maybe we were just connected. Maybe Harry didn't have as good of life as I thought. Maybe he shared my problems. Maybe he could understand me, maybe even love me.

No. And I don't love him. Im a Malfoy! Malfoys don't care! So what if Harry might not have the perfect life, he still had something I didn't. He had people who cared for him. People who loved him. I would give anything to have someone feel for me the way his friends felt for him. Potter just took too many things for granted. And he cried. Maybe he didn't know what torture was? Should I be the one to show him? After all, the teasing and name calling I unleashed on him these past six years was nothing compared to real pain. The pain of falling in love. That could drive someone nuts. Falling in love with someone then having that person walk away from you.

I think I was forming a plan. A plan to get back at Harry Potter for making a Malfoy fall for him. I mean, attracted to him. I wasn't in love was I? Of course not. I loathe Potter as much as I did before. Stupid boy! But that doesn't mean he can't fall in love with me..right?

Okay. So maybe my plan was childish, but it would be interesting..to see if I could make Potter crawl for me. So this will be the day I put my plan into action. Finally Potter was alone.

I was walking down the hall to the library when I saw Weasly and Granger heading towards me. I dived into a dark corridor and listened in to the duos conversation.

"Harry is acting odd these days, " Hermione muttered.

"I know, how could he just run out on us like that when we told him about our..relationship.." Ron said. Weasly was such a pussy. I swear I could even HEAR him blushing when he said 'relationship'. You'd think after dating girls like Lavender he'd be able to discuss dating freely, or at least with his girlfriend.

"I hope hes okay out on the Quidditch Pitch alone..." Hermione said. I smirked. At least I knew where he was. I turned and ran back towards the entrance hall. I felt like skipping! Potter was mine now, he was alone, and free to manipulate!

I ran out onto the field and watched as Harry swerved in and out of the Quidditch Hoops. He must have noticed me, because he lowered his broom to the ground on the other end of the Pitch.He didn't move. He didn't even speak. It was freezing outside and the dumb ass wasn't even wearing a coat. Just a T-shirt and baggy pants.

"HARRY!?" I yelled, looking over at him, "Come over here!"

"What do you want Malfoy?" he called over at me. Why is he being so stuborn? Sure, Im full of malice and hate, but I can be kind too.

What was I thinking? Of course I couldn't! IM A BLOODY MALFOY! IM here to get what I want from that little bastard Potter and leave him. Let us see if he will shead tears for me.

"I want to talk to you." I said. He didn't move. I smirked. Chiken. I stalked over to him, just as graceful as always. I stopped, two more steps and our bodies would be touching.Potter seemed alittle nervous. I wonder why. I placed my hand on his shoulder and stared at him contently.

"Wha-What do you want?" Harry stuttered.

"I just want to spend some time with you," I whispered, sending a challanging smirk to my prey. Harry wasn't falling for me, far from it infact. He pulled back and looked at me as if I were insane.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy!?" he hissed, "Spend time with me!?"

"Watch it Potter, your not very *cute* when your angry," I reply, "I have just come to see how my favorite Gryffindor is doing." Harry was staring at me as if I had just asked him to marry me, both confused,and appalled.This was going to take some work. Harry was cold these days, and that intrigued me. He wasn't the Harry I thought he was. He was like me, but then he wasn't. He was dark, but still kind and loving. I wonder if he and I could ever really understand each other? Maybe I'd never know. I have to admit. The plan I devised was perhaps the stupidest ever. Try to make Harry Potter love me so I could hurt him? Im such a bloody liar. I wanted Harry to love me because I needed someone like him. I had never been loved before, and that can really torment someone at night.

"Why are you doing this, " Harry muttered, running his hand through his ebony hair.

"Doing what?" I asked, tilting my head to oneside.

"Ever since the day in the dungeon you've been staring at me!" Harry said. So he HAS noticed.. hmm..

"Well Potter, Im just trying to figure out.." I pause. Figure out why I was attracted to you? No, I couldn't let him know I fancied him! That would be the death of me!

"Figure out what?" Harry pushed.

"Figure out what makes you think you can act like me!" I hissed.

"ACT LIKE YOU!?" Potter responded, outraged.

"Yes, and Im getting tierd of all you dark gloomy shit, Harry Potter! I could put up with you acting like a hard ass until I saw you crying in that damn dungeon! Your so weak, you could never be like me! You need protection just to run down into the dungeon and get a bunch of bloody herbs!" I yelled, stepping closer to Potter. I ran my hand down the side of his face tenderly and smirked. I brought my lips to his and kissed him roughly.

It must have taken Potter some time to realise what was happening. After about 30 seconds or so, he finally responded, pushing me away. He narrowed his eyes, taking a long look before speaking.

"What do you think your doing, Malfoy." he hissed. He was shaking. He needed protection even now. My poor vulnarable Harry.

I closed the distance between us in a few quick strides and stared into his eyes. "I can protect you..Potter."

"Malfoy,you're insane!" he hissed and turned, running towards the castle. I stood in, dumbfounded. I felt like crying. I had made a fool of myself. A total, and complete fool. I guess Harry couldn't love me. Hell, he couldn't even understand me. I turned and ran back to the castle, and I was suprised to find I was crying.

Well.. I guess I was forgetting who I was. I was a Malfoy.. Malfoys don't cry. Malfoys don't love..and yet..both were happening to me. I am really confused.

To be continued....