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Some Kind of Feeling.
Chapter 10. Blood, Sweat, and Tears.
~*_*~
" So I'm your China rose, huh?" Harry said quietly. In the aftermath, Draco lay on his back with Harry cuddled up to his side. He had one arm wrapped around the boy. " Where'd you come up with that?"
" Just something that popped up in my head." Draco said.
" Hmm, that's nice." Harry mumbled tiredly. They hadn't really gone to sleep afterwards but now it was almost morning. Harry's parents had come home about an hour ago and luckily they were too busy with themselves to drop in to check on them. That would have been . . .disastrous. " It's a good song title."
" Yeah."
" Hey, do you think . . .it will always be this good?" Harry asked, tracing a pattern on Draco's toned chest.
" I'm no psychic but I sure as hell hope it will always be like this. I've seen some people in really good relationships who were completely in love and then it all just fall apart because of a complete lack of trust." Draco said, sighing slightly.
" Then I'll make sure that I never lie to you." Harry said, yawning.
" I have yet to lie to you and I don't plan on doing it either." Soon the lovers fell into a peaceful sleep.
~*_*~ Friday
Lily was all ready for work and was about to go downstairs with her husband for a quick breakfast when she decided to stop by Harry's room. They did have school today and were usually up by now, talking and getting ready. She knocked slightly on the door before poking her head in only to get the surprise of a lifetime. The first thing she noticed was the lack of clothing and the almost impossible closeness as they lay, sleeping in each other's arms. The second thing she noticed was the content and satisfied look on her son's face and while he had always been a happy teen, he hadn't been as happy as she had liked. This is why the spark of anger that began to appear in her disappeared. Her son was completely happy.
' That's all I've ever wanted.' She smiled, shutting the door quietly. ' But I should still have a talk with them about waiting until they're older at least.' She thought. She walked into the kitchen, greeting her husband with a kiss and grabbed his cup of coffee, ignoring his protest.
" Where are the kids? They need to get to school." Lily took a sip.
" Let them have the day off, They've had a long night." She said with a smile before giving her confused husband another kiss. " Do you know where the camera is?" she asked innocently.
" . . .In the closet on the shelf." He said suspiciously. She gave him yet another kiss before going to get it.
" Women." He muttered, grabbing his cup again.
~*_*~
Draco woke up some time later, with the sun glaring outside of Harry's window. Speaking of Harry, the boy was still asleep, pressed up against his side with his cheek resting on his chest. Draco gently ran a hand through Harry's silky hair. Harry blinked open his jeweled eyes and smiled sleepily.
" Good morning, love." Draco purred.
" Morning." Harry yawned. " What time is it?" He asked, turning around to look at his clock. His eyes widened. " 12:00!?" He said in surprise.
" Oh, well. I guess that means we have the whole day to ourselves, huh?" Draco said grinning. Harry rolled his eyes at him and sat up, the silver sheets and blue comforter, falling to his waist.
" I need a shower." Harry announced.
" I know, you're all sticky." Draco said.
" Oh and you aren't?"
" Good point, I guess I'll have to take a shower with you." He smirked.
" Only if dad went to work today." Harry said. He grabbed his boxers from off the floor and pulled them on before hopping out of the bed. Draco did the same and they peaked out his door, listening for any sounds of his father. They heard someone moving around in the kitchen downstairs and Harry creeped down to the bathroom, Draco at his heels. Once in the bathroom, they shut and locked the door.
" Didn't I say you couldn't if he was home?" Harry scolded. Draco shrugged.
" Like it matters. We'll just be careful going back to your room, is all." The blonde said.
After their rather long and playful shower together, they had to sneak back to the room in towels since they forgot to bring a change of clothes with them. Harry could hear his father talking to someone on the phone. Once they made it back to the room, Harry shut and locked the door, just in case his father decided to barge in while they were dressing or something.
" What do you think your father would do if he found out how far we've gotten?" Draco wondered while pulling on a clean pair of boxers, black, and tight blue jeans.
" He'd probably dismember you and spread your parts around the continent." Harry said seriously, pulling on his white boxers and khakis.
" Well let's just hope he never finds out." Draco said, pulling on a white, long sleeved shirt and then a dark blue t-shirt over it. " I don't fancy being separated from any part of my body." Harry laughed a little after pulling on a tan colored shirt. " Harry, do something with your hair." Draco said suddenly. " It's a mess."
" Oh, and yours is any better?" Harry said picking up his brush and running it through his still wet hair.
" Of course it is." Harry had to admit that he had a point. Even after that night and waking up with bed- tousled hair and then a shower, his drying hair still looked as sexy as ever. " Here, let me." Draco said, standing behind Harry. They moved over to the body length mirror on the back of Harry's door and began brushing it gently.
" How long do you plan on growing your hair?" Draco asked. It was a bit longer than it had been when they first met and was still growing. Draco wouldn't be surprised if it ended up being almost mid-back length by June.
" I dunno, I'd like it to be pretty long but nothing past my butt." He said with a small smile. " I love having long hair though, so I doubt I'll cut it unless it's absolutely necessary." He explained.
" You know, with your hair growing like this, you look a lot like your mum." Draco said. " From what I've seen, you act a bit like her as well." He said, stroking the brush through Harry's hair one last time. He wrapped his arms loosely around Harry's neck and rested his chin on the top of his head. " So beautiful." He whispered.
~*_*~
" There you two are, you've been asleep nearly all day." James said as they came into the kitchen. Harry grabbed two glasses and the carton of orange juice. He poured him and Draco a glass before sitting down next to the blonde.
" Sorry, long night." Harry said. He took a long drink from his glass.
" Funny." James said absentmindedly, looking at a newspaper. Harry shared a look with Draco. Was it possible that he knew? James looked at them from over the paper, his eyes narrowing at their almost nervous faces. " What were you guys doing?" He asked slowly.
" Nothing much, just composing some music is all." Draco said nonchalantly.
" . . .Right." James said, not entirely believing him. " Well, anyway. I'm working at home today so if someone comes by about a session, let him in, will you?" He said.
" Sure." Harry said as his father went back to his study. Harry turned to Draco. " You know, I forgot to ask you this morning."
" Ask me what?" Draco said.
" How'd you like your birthday slash Valentines Day present?" Draco raised an eyebrow but grinned wickedly.
" It was the best damn thing I've ever gotten." Draco said. Harry laughed." I also have something for you." He said getting up. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a red box from off of it. " It's not as good as your, er, Birthday slash Valentine's Day gift but . . ." It was a heart shaped box with Happy Valentines Day written in curvy gold script on top. Harry's eyes lit up. He knew it was chocolate since he didn't know of anything else that goes into heart shaped boxes.
" Draco, you didn't have to get me anything. If you haven't noticed, last night wasn't a one person thing." Harry said, accepting the box Draco handed to him.
" I know but your brother suggested this . . .kind of." He said. " So Happy Valentines Day." He leaned down to give Harry a sweet kiss.
~*_*~
The person showed up, two hours later, while Harry and Draco were watching a movie and eating the box of chocolates. Harry answered the door and his eyes widened in recognition.
" Mr. Quirrel?" The nervous looking man looked up and gave a lopsided smile.
" W--why hello M--Mr. Potter." The man stuttered. He had always done that for some reason and the students would endlessly tease him about it.
" So you're here to see my dad?" The man nodded. " Um . . .come in." Harry stepped away from the door to allow him in. He shut the door behind Mr. Quirrel. " He's in here." He poked his head in the door. " He here." James turned around in his seat.
" Well, tell him to come in."
" He says you can go in." Quirrel nodded and did just that, shutting the door behind him.
" Was that Mr. Quirrel?" Draco wondered. Harry nodded and plopped back down on the couch next to Draco." I always knew he was a basket case." Harry elbowed him in the side before taking another piece of chocolate.
" Be good. He's a really nice person. Just a little . . .unconfident." Harry said.
" Sure." Just then the phone rang. Harry got back up and ran to the kitchen phone.
" Hello?"
" Hey Har." It was Jake.
" Hey, what do you want?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall.
" Look, I'm having a match March 13 on Friday. I figured you might want to come. You could bring Draco as well."
" That'd be great! Where's it being held?"
" In London. Have Draco take you down, my matches start at 8:00." Jake said.
" Okay, seeya later Jake. Tell Carmen I said hi."
" Kay, seeya bro." Harry hung up and bounced back into the living room and onto Draco's lap, feeling extremely giddy.
" Okay, enough chocolate for you." Draco said when Harry reached for another. " You've already had enough to be hyper for a week." Harry pouted a bit before turning in Draco's lap so that he was straddling the blonde boy. He grinned.
" Guess what?" He said bouncing a little. Draco suppressed a moan. Harry had no idea about the effect that his bouncing had on him.
" What?" Draco nearly growled out.
" Jake's having a match in March and I have tickets so I was wondering if you wanted to go." Harry said.
" Of course! I want to see if your brother actually knows how to box." The blue-eyed teen said with a smirk. Harry gave him a peck on the cheek and moved to get off of the blonde. " Ah, where do you think you're going?" He held Harry by his thin waist and pulled the smaller boy to him so that their lips were almost touching.
" Well, I didn't think you wanted me to sit on you the whole time. Besides I wanted to watch this movie." Harry said.
" You'd rather watch a movie than me? I'm hurt." Draco said with a fake sniffle. " Looks like I'll have to change your mind." Draco murmured against Harry's lips.
" Go ahead." Harry said with a grin. Draco captured the other boy's lips in a fiery kiss. Harry squeaked a bit as Draco bucked his hips up in a moment of lost control. Draco's hold on Harry's hips tightened a bit before one hand traveled up the back of Harry's shirt.
" Oh my!" They broke apart quickly, just in time to see Mr. Quirrel fall to the floor in a dead faint. They stared in shock for a while, until James walked in.
" What the hell?" James said, bending over to check on his patient. " Do you two know why--" He stopped upon looking up and seeing his son sitting in Draco's lap whose hand was under his shirt. Harry quickly moved off of Draco's lap and sat back on the couch. " You two can't go snogging around the house like this, especially when I have home patients here." James said.
" Sorry." Harry said, blushing slightly. " Kinda got carried away."
" Yeah, well. Why don't you two go on upstairs, I have to take care of him."
~*_*~
Later that day, after the bed sheets had been changed, Hermione came over with all the homework they had missed that day, interrupting another snogging session on the fresh bed.
" Is that all you guys think about is snogging?" She said, glaring at the couple. Draco stayed lying down while Harry sat up next to him, leaning against the headboard.
" No. We just tend to get interrupted too many times." Draco said, glaring back. She rolled her eyes.
" Well, I took the time to bring you both all your homework." She said, dropping the several books she had.
" I'd say thanks but this is homework we're talking about." Draco drawled. She glared slightly before sitting on the bed as well. Suddenly she started sniffing the air suspiciously.
" What are you doing, 'Mione?" Harry laughed.
" There's an awful lot of that sea breeze air freshener in here." She said, looking at the boys with surmise.
" What do you mean?" Harry said innocently.
" Did something happen?" She asked slowly.
" Nothing bad." Draco grinned, doing an impressive impersonation of the Cheshire cat.
" You mean . . ." Draco nodded. Her eyes widened and she blushed almost as bad as Harry was. " You two are a little to young to be sleeping together, don't you think?" She said, going into her motherly mode.
" When you're in love, it doesn't matter." Harry told her.
" Unless, of course there's a high chance of you or your partner getting pregnant and since I know neither of us have that sort of equipment, we only have to worry about things like AIDS. I doubt we'll be sleeping with anyone besides each other anyway." Draco said. " But you on the other hand--"
" Don't even finish that." Hermione warned. He only smirked. " Anyway, it's not like I can stop you two from going at it like rabbits."
" Damn straight." Draco snorted.
" Oh, you are so bad." She huffed, earning laughs from them.
~*_*~
" No." Tom said angrily. He turned away from the window of the large flat and glared at the tall blonde.
" I'm not giving you a choice, Tom. She's staying." Lucius drawled.
" She'll ruin everything!" Tom exclaimed.
" She'd ruin everything if she were to come back with me. She knows what we're planning. Do you want it to be over and done with before it has even started?" The blonde asked. " You can keep her in the room she's in now. Just feed her and give her water. She has her own bathroom too so you don't need to let her out and the phone's been taken out of the room." He said. " Deal with it. She won't interrupt whatever . . .child pornographic things you have for that boy but don't dare lay a hand on her. I'll have to dispose of you and take care of the Potter boy myself." The man said icily.
" Its called art, Malfoy." Tom muttered under his breath. " Fine, you can leave now." Tom said.
" Remember what I said, Tom." Lucius said. " And I'm lending you a few of my . . .friends. Nott, McNair, and Goyle will help with getting the boy." That was the last thing he said before going back down the elevator.
" Infuriating bastard." Tom hissed.
~*_*~
February went by almost as fast as January did. With it being March, the snow was pretty much gone, leaving sodden ground and a damp atmosphere. Everything constantly looked dreary since the trees were still bare and the clouds were filled with a cold rain, sometimes leaving icy roads. It was getting warmer, though and that was a good thing.
Draco and Harry could get no closer than they already were. They were so in love that even Hermione got sick from the sweetness sometimes and Ron, who was rapidly becoming a good friend, would fake gag every now and then (of course this all occurred without the rest of the school being there.) For some reason, Harry felt as if he needed to get as much time in with Draco as he could. Something just wasn't right.
" When are you going to Jake's match?" Hermione asked, one day at lunch. It was the 11th of March, Wednesday.
" Friday around 8:00, why?" Harry said.
" I was going to come by to interview your father for my English project on Friday. He's taking you to the match, right?" Harry shook his head.
" Draco is so he'll be free Friday."
" That's good. I don't want to fail this." She said worriedly. Harry rolled his eyes. " Where is Draco, by the way?"
" He told me he was going to talk to Ron." Harry said.
" Really?" Harry grinned slyly and nodded, making Hermione suspicious.
~*_*~
Ron had felt a little awkward while hanging around Harry and Hermione. While the two of them were friendly with him, talking and generally comfortable around him, Draco was only sarcastic and scathing. He was about to accept the fact that they would never be friends, when before lunch, Draco asked to speak with him.
" So . . ." Ron said uncomfortably. Draco looked a little grumpy, like he was forced into something.
" Look, Weasley, I'm not exactly fond of you and while I admit that I have a bit of respect for you defending Harry, you still have miles to go with me. " The blonde said. " You have to make up for all the times you've ever hit Harry in the past, mocked him, and humiliated him."
" We're never going to be on friendly terms, are we." Ron stated flatly.
" Probably not."
" So was that all you wanted to say?" Ron asked. Draco nodded. They headed towards the cafeteria to get as much lunch in as they could. " What made you come to me, anyway? You looked perfectly content with being a right prat with me." If possibly Draco seemed to get grumpier. The blue-eyed teen knew exactly what made him come.
~o00o~
Harry and Draco were doing the assignments Professor Snape had given them on the bed when Harry decided to ask Draco about something.
" Draco, why are you still being so hostile with Ron?" Harry asked. Draco glanced up at Harry briefly before going back to his work.
" After all he's done to you, you expect me to forgive him? I don't even know how you can forgive him. " Draco sneered. Harry frowned.
" I can forgive him because I know he's trying to be a better person than he was. Can't you see that?"
" Yeah but that doesn't mean I have to like him." Draco said.
" You could at least be civil to him. You treat him like he doesn't matter!"
" To me, he doesn't. He hurt you, Harry and that's unforgivable, even if I didn't grow up with you to see it."
" Fine." Harry said with a small glare, his emerald eyes alit with a strange glow. " You can move back to the inflatable bed." Draco gaped at the smaller boy who only went back to his work.
" What!?" Draco exclaimed.
" You heard me." Harry told him without looking up. " And no sex until you learn how to be civil to the man. " Draco sputtered, not believing what he had just heard. He glared at the top of Harry's head before silently going back to his work.
Not two minutes later did he give in and promise he'd talk to Ron.
~o00o~
" It's not that funny." Draco scowled. Ron was stumbling into the cafeteria, from his extreme laughter, with Draco behind him looking annoyed. Everyone was looking at them funny, more like Ron who was near tears in his laughter.
" Yes it is!" He guffawed. Draco roughly grabbed Ron by the arm and dragged him over to where Hermione and Harry were sitting. He sat the teen down before sitting down next to Harry. " Harry," Ron said, after regaining his breath. " You've got him whipped." Hermione nearly choked on her iced tea and Harry laughed nervously, blushing a bit.
" So Draco told you huh?" Ron nodded.
" You didn't have to frighten the poor man like that. I'm not worth that threat." Ron said.
" Yes you are. You're a good person when you aren't venting your frustration; Draco just needs to realize that. " Harry smiled.
" Yeah, yeah." Draco mumbled.
~*_*~
After school, Harry told Draco and Hermione that he had to go pick up something from the Art room. He had finished two of the projects he had and he wanted to bring them home where there was less of a chance of them getting sabotaged. He walked into the Art room, expecting to only see his Godfather but stopped short upon seeing Remus as well. Both of them were to busy snogging each other to death to notice his presence. Harry rolled his eyes and retrieved his watercolor painting and his oil pastel flower picture. He shut the cupboard again and snickered, as they grew a little to loud. He waited until he was back by the door before speaking.
" It would be a shame if someone came in here and saw this, especially a student." He said loudly. Remus' eyes snapped open and he looked at him with a bright blush.
" Harry!"
" Seeya!" He said leaving.
" What're you smiling about?" Draco asked when Harry climbed back into the car.
" I just walked in on my Godfather snogging Uncle Remus, is all." Draco crinkled up his nose.
" I didn't need that mental image." He said. Hermione giggled.
" They make such a cute couple, though!" She said.
" That may be so but I don't need to see that type of thing in my head . . .unless it's me and Harry." He said.
" Pervert." Hermione mumbled. He glared in the rearview mirror at her.
~*_*~
Thursday night, Harry was feeling anxious about the next night for some reason. He kept fidgeting in the bed and he could tell Draco was getting annoyed by all of his moving around.
" Harry, is there something wrong?" Draco finally asked, looking at the boy who was now lying on his back.
" I just feel restless." Harry admitted. " And I don't know why."
" Maybe you're just excited about seeing your brother fight. You haven't seen a live match of his before, right?" Harry nodded.
" But I wouldn't be restless about it, not like this. Something just doesn't feel right." Harry said. Draco sighed and pulled Harry to him.
" Would it help if I sang you to sleep?" Draco asked quietly. Harry, whose head was resting on Draco's chest, looked up at the blonde with amusement.
" Are you serious?" Harry asked.
" Yeah! I may not have the best voice but I'm sure you'll fall asleep." Draco grinned.
" So what are you going to sing?"
" I have no idea." Draco said. Harry snorted. " Oh wait, I have one." He said. He took a breath and began to sing. Harry listened in complete rapture as Draco's silky smooth voice sang. His voice rumbled in his chest, giving Harry a sense of comfort and a lulling feeling.
Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise,
With them how my spirit sighs.
Paint the Sky with stars.
Only Night will ever know
Why the Heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know.
Paint the Sky with stars.
Who has placed the midnight Sky?
So a spirit has to fly?
As the Heavens seem so far,
Now who will paint the Midnight Star?
Oh . . .
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep.
I have legends in the deep.
Pain the Sky with stars.
Who has placed the midnight Sky?
So a spirit has to fly?
As the heavens seem so far,
Now who will paint the Midnight Star?
Oh . . .
Place a name upon the Night,
One to set your heart alight.
And to make the darkness bright,
Paint the Sky with Stars.
Draco looked down and smiled. Harry had drifted off to sleep a faint smile on his rosy lips. He placed a soft kiss on the top of Harry's head before drifting off to sleep as well.
~*_*~
The place where the match was being held was crowded and Draco, afraid of losing Harry, never let go of the smaller boy's hand. The seats were already being filled up and it was almost impossible to hear anything. The two boys made their way to two seats, reserved for them, at the bottom row. It was a good thing since they'd be able to see the match pretty well.
" I can't wait to see, Jake." Harry grinned. He took of his jacket to reveal a black t-shirt and jeans. Draco wore black jeans and a baby blue button up t-shirt.
" Me neither. Do you think he'll make it through the first round?" Draco smirked. Harry glared slightly.
" You know he will." Harry said.
Soon the boxing matches started. First was some guy named Aiden Lynch and Earl Montague. The fight when on for a while, a vicious one as well. As much as the two boys enjoyed the match, they couldn't help but be impatient to see Jake and his match. That match came about an hour or so later. The announcer announced a man named Arden O'Reilly, in a pair of black silk shorts, first and then Jake who was wearing royal blue shorts. . Harry and Draco were just as loud as the crowd in cheering for Jake who was widely known and a damn good boxer.
This match was probably the longest one, neither fighters giving up. They were both bruised and bloodied with sweat pouring off of their muscled bodies. The match lasted at least two hours and the crowds were only thirsting for more. On the last round, it looked as if Jake was about to give out. He could barely see through one of his eyes as it was terribly swollen and the other had blood from a cut, dripping in it. Arden smirked, feeling entirely too confident.
" KNOCK HIM OUT JAKE!!" Harry yelled, standing up. Arden turned to glare at him, which was a big mistake. Jake saw his chance and moved in fast, not giving Arden the chance to do anything besides try and block the hits. In less that four minutes, Arden was down for the count and Jake was the winner. Jake was breathing heavily when the ref, lifted his gloved hand in the air. The redhead grinned at his little brother and said something over his shoulder to his coach as photographers took pictures and the crowds roared.
The coach made his way over to Harry and Draco. He was a short, stocky man with graying blonde hair and hard blue eyes.
" Jake wants me to take ya to his room!" He yelled over the crowd's roar. " Follow me!" They grabbed their coats and made their way through the thick crowd and down a much quieter hallway, devoid of people besides them.
" I've never seen my brother fight so hard." Harry said.
" That's because he hasn't." The coach said. " He gave it his all for you, kid." He told him. " And his wife and unborn brat." He snickered.
" When's Jake be coming down?" Harry asked enthusiastically.
" Soon. He doesn't like the press too much and lately they've been finding him a big interest. They've been following him around and things like that. Bloody annoying if you ask me." Suddenly one of the doors open, just as the coach was walking by and a fire extinguisher came crashing down on the mans head. " Shit--" He crumpled to the ground in a heap.
" What the hell?" Harry and Draco backed away from the door as two men came out. One was a large man who Draco recognized.
" Goyle!" He hissed. The other one looked vaguely familiar. He wouldn't be surprised if he had met the man when he was younger.
" Ah! Young Mr. Malfoy." The unknown man said. He had shoulder length curly brown hair that was pulled back away from his pale face. " Your father didn't tell us you'd be here as well."
" What!" Draco exclaimed, he made to move but Goyle Sr. pulled out a gun, stopping him in his tracks.
" What the hell are you doing?" The curly haired man sneered. " But that away. We had specific orders not to--"
" Harry!" Harry whipped around at the sound of his brother's voice just as the gun went off. Harry watched in horror as the bullet, which grazed his shoulder, hit Jake in the shoulder. He watched his brother tumble to the ground and made to move towards him.
" Jake!" Suddenly a thick arm wrapped around his middle and a hand covered his mouth. Goyle lifted the lightweight boy of the ground and began carrying him down a fire exit, the fire alarm ringing endlessly.
" Harry!" While Jake being shot had distracted him and Harry, Goyle had managed to grab Harry before Draco could do anything. He tried to go after them but the other man pointed a gun of his own at him.
" As much as I don't want to hurt you, I have no choice but to now." Draco didn't have enough time to move out of the way and in a split second, pain exploded in his side and he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out of his wound. " Goodbye Mr. Malfoy." And the man left as well. Draco felt no shame as he cried, holding a shaking hand to his side.
Harry was gone.
~*_*~
A/N: the song Draco sung is owned by Enya and called, Paint the Sky with Stars. That song makes me sleep at night so that's why I put that in there. I know you probably hate me after what I just did but, hey, it's not like anyone's gonna die. (Believe me no good guys are gonna die) I didn't like this chapter as much as I thought I would when I wrote it but what I really care about is whether you guys liked it! So REVIEW!! * Poofs out *