Snake Fang
~M.L.~
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'Its been two months. Two glorious months.' Draco thought, running a hand over his greased back blonde hair. He had nearly forgotten the whole Tom Riddle incident. It was buried behind joyful memories of Harry and himself. Harry wouldn't admit that they were together, not even to himself, but he couldn't ignore the fact that every night he meant Draco for a snog session, or sometimes slept in Draco's bed. However, Draco never went farther then Harry wanted. He wanted Harry to trust him. Harry would come around soon enough. He'd tell everyone they were dating someday too. Someday he might even love Draco the way Draco loves him.
Draco smilled at the group of third year Slythrin girls that passed by and they all giggled and whispered about how charming he was. 'Poor things, don't they know they have no chance? My hearts already taken!' Draco thought, dancing on air. He was on his way to see Harry right now..Well, atleast he hoped to. He was sure that Harry would be waiting in his room for him, pulling him into the deepest, most passionate kiss of Draco's life. Sure, he was getting a little dreamy, perhaps ditzy, in his 'old' age, but it was worth it. Harry was making him the happiest anyone ever had. 'He says such sweet things, too.' Draco thought, blushing slightly as he remembered Harry's reaction to their first 'grown up' kiss. He was so distracted he didn't notice his feet had already carried him to his room. He pushed open the door, expecting, hoping, that he'd be embraced by the sweet Gryfndor....
But nothing happened.
He sighed, and sat down on his lonley bed. Harry was nowhere insight. To tell the truth, he hadn't seen Harry in a couple of days. He ruffled his neat, slicked back hair, some of it now standing up on end, and groaned in frustration. He didn't understand. He did everything Harry asked him to do and more. He told Pansy to sod off, and didn't tell anyone what they had been doing, and yet, now that he thought about it, Harry was avoiding him. Over the past two months he became use to small waves or smiles from Potter, but now he always rushed off after class, or avoided Draco's glance. Draco didn't get it.
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Harry sighed, sitting in the Common Room. He wanted to see him. Needed to really...but he couldn't. Riddle made that clear.
'You can't keep secrets from me Harry.' the malicous voice whispered, in the corner of an empty corridor, in his dreams, 'I refuse to share you with any other. If you continue to see this boy..' Harry shuddered. He had grown too close to Draco anyway! They were mortal enemies! How was he to be expected to run off every night to see him? Harry sighed, and slammed a fist down on the table infront of him. Tears welled in his eyes and he groaned slightly, brushing them away. Standing up, he left the empty Common Room, heading to the boys dorm.
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Draco woke up, cold and alone. He missed waking up to see Harry snuggled in his bed sheets, his hair tossled worse then usual.
He sat up, pressing his palms against his eyes.
"Shit.." he muttered, "I've fallen for him." Anger flared in Draco's heart. He was a Malfoy. This wasn't supose to happen.
"A name is but a name, A rose by anyother name would smell just as sweet..or something, and I'll disown my name, and no longer be a Malfoy. " Draco rather shakily recalled some tid-bit of Muggle Literature he read once. He laughed slightly, but inside, he felt like dying.
He made haste of changing his clothes and getting ready for the day. He walked out the door, feeling miserable.
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The day passed quickly, Draco ending up in Potions sooner then he hoped. He sat through the whole class, staring at Harry as he struggled (with great difficulty) with the Potion on the board.
'How cute, ' Draco thought, feeling rejected, sad, and head over heels in love with the boy.
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After class, Draco was determined to atleast get an esplination out of the boy. He followed Harry down the hall. Feeling content after following him for sometime he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into an empty class room before he could react.
"I haven't seen you for awhile. " Draco said, he felt nervous now. His hands were shaking. What was he going to do if Harry told him he wanted nothing to do with him?
"Draco.." Harry muttered, "We can't see eachother anymore."
"Why?" Draco asked, suddenly very alone, and very hurt. Tears stung his eyes.
"Because..everyone around me..only ends up hurt. " Harry said, heading for the door.
"But Harry.." Draco said, "That doesn't matter to me.." Harry stopped, looking back over his shoulder.
"Because.." Tears were now flowing freely from Draco's eyes, "Because I love you, Harry."
Quiet. Nothing moved.
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"Don't talk to me anymore, Malfoy. " Harry said, turning around and heading out the door.
Draco fell to his knees, shaking. He had told Harry how he felt, and Harry left him.. How could he have been so stupid.
'Its always *I need you* Never *I love you.* Thats how humans avoid being hurt. -----------
~M.L.~
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'Its been two months. Two glorious months.' Draco thought, running a hand over his greased back blonde hair. He had nearly forgotten the whole Tom Riddle incident. It was buried behind joyful memories of Harry and himself. Harry wouldn't admit that they were together, not even to himself, but he couldn't ignore the fact that every night he meant Draco for a snog session, or sometimes slept in Draco's bed. However, Draco never went farther then Harry wanted. He wanted Harry to trust him. Harry would come around soon enough. He'd tell everyone they were dating someday too. Someday he might even love Draco the way Draco loves him.
Draco smilled at the group of third year Slythrin girls that passed by and they all giggled and whispered about how charming he was. 'Poor things, don't they know they have no chance? My hearts already taken!' Draco thought, dancing on air. He was on his way to see Harry right now..Well, atleast he hoped to. He was sure that Harry would be waiting in his room for him, pulling him into the deepest, most passionate kiss of Draco's life. Sure, he was getting a little dreamy, perhaps ditzy, in his 'old' age, but it was worth it. Harry was making him the happiest anyone ever had. 'He says such sweet things, too.' Draco thought, blushing slightly as he remembered Harry's reaction to their first 'grown up' kiss. He was so distracted he didn't notice his feet had already carried him to his room. He pushed open the door, expecting, hoping, that he'd be embraced by the sweet Gryfndor....
But nothing happened.
He sighed, and sat down on his lonley bed. Harry was nowhere insight. To tell the truth, he hadn't seen Harry in a couple of days. He ruffled his neat, slicked back hair, some of it now standing up on end, and groaned in frustration. He didn't understand. He did everything Harry asked him to do and more. He told Pansy to sod off, and didn't tell anyone what they had been doing, and yet, now that he thought about it, Harry was avoiding him. Over the past two months he became use to small waves or smiles from Potter, but now he always rushed off after class, or avoided Draco's glance. Draco didn't get it.
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Harry sighed, sitting in the Common Room. He wanted to see him. Needed to really...but he couldn't. Riddle made that clear.
'You can't keep secrets from me Harry.' the malicous voice whispered, in the corner of an empty corridor, in his dreams, 'I refuse to share you with any other. If you continue to see this boy..' Harry shuddered. He had grown too close to Draco anyway! They were mortal enemies! How was he to be expected to run off every night to see him? Harry sighed, and slammed a fist down on the table infront of him. Tears welled in his eyes and he groaned slightly, brushing them away. Standing up, he left the empty Common Room, heading to the boys dorm.
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Draco woke up, cold and alone. He missed waking up to see Harry snuggled in his bed sheets, his hair tossled worse then usual.
He sat up, pressing his palms against his eyes.
"Shit.." he muttered, "I've fallen for him." Anger flared in Draco's heart. He was a Malfoy. This wasn't supose to happen.
"A name is but a name, A rose by anyother name would smell just as sweet..or something, and I'll disown my name, and no longer be a Malfoy. " Draco rather shakily recalled some tid-bit of Muggle Literature he read once. He laughed slightly, but inside, he felt like dying.
He made haste of changing his clothes and getting ready for the day. He walked out the door, feeling miserable.
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The day passed quickly, Draco ending up in Potions sooner then he hoped. He sat through the whole class, staring at Harry as he struggled (with great difficulty) with the Potion on the board.
'How cute, ' Draco thought, feeling rejected, sad, and head over heels in love with the boy.
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After class, Draco was determined to atleast get an esplination out of the boy. He followed Harry down the hall. Feeling content after following him for sometime he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into an empty class room before he could react.
"I haven't seen you for awhile. " Draco said, he felt nervous now. His hands were shaking. What was he going to do if Harry told him he wanted nothing to do with him?
"Draco.." Harry muttered, "We can't see eachother anymore."
"Why?" Draco asked, suddenly very alone, and very hurt. Tears stung his eyes.
"Because..everyone around me..only ends up hurt. " Harry said, heading for the door.
"But Harry.." Draco said, "That doesn't matter to me.." Harry stopped, looking back over his shoulder.
"Because.." Tears were now flowing freely from Draco's eyes, "Because I love you, Harry."
Quiet. Nothing moved.
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"Don't talk to me anymore, Malfoy. " Harry said, turning around and heading out the door.
Draco fell to his knees, shaking. He had told Harry how he felt, and Harry left him.. How could he have been so stupid.
'Its always *I need you* Never *I love you.* Thats how humans avoid being hurt. -----------
