Hi once again all!! In case you haven't noticed, this is a slash fic. Where
Draco and Harry, [nemeses for life??? Or not?], find themselves thinking
strange thoughts about one another. But this.relationship is doomed is it
not? Will they even make it to the point where they can admit their
feelings to themselves let alone each other? We will soon find out wont we.
(Oh yea, sorry I cuss for like one of the first times in this story so
sorry if it offends anyone. And sorry its so long, I kinda got carried
away.)
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the delicious characters of HP. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, I would be making Severus Snape lick the floor clean in Dobby's tea cozy. But unfortunately.no.it all belongs to J.K Rowling *tear, tear, sniff, sniff. *
BTW. Thank you to the following people for commenting Voltor- I don't know how many chapters. This is the forth so. ten is probably closer, anyway thank you so much. *bows * you rock Spideria- thanx!! And I will try to update as much as possible Moongoddess86- thank you so much for your nice words And Lindsey Felton! - My girl, you keep up on your story, and make sure you keep an eye on senior snitch boxers. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~THANK YOU ALL!!! -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Harry Potter walked groggily down the stairs to the great hall and let out a giant yawn. It was just reaching 5:30 a.m. and He had tried but failed miserably at falling back to sleep. So instead he planned to go out to the quidditch pitch while no one was there and get in some practice time, alone. He veered over towards the door. As he opened it the smell of a fresh new morning, with the prospects of rain attacked him. He grinned and walked out. He threw open the broom shed and grabbed his Firebolt quickly and walked over to the field. Unfortunately Harry Potter was not the only one who had had trouble sleeping that night.
Draco Malfoy zoomed across the sky, letting the wind ruffle his uncombed, ungelled hair. He shut his eyes and let the world fly away from him. But he only halfway succeeded. In the end he still knew he was on a broom, flying around Hogwarts quidditch pitch. He slowed down. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach all of the sudden. He opened his eyes and looked around. That's when he saw him. Harry Potter. the boy who lived to annoy him. walking towards the quidditch pitch, broom in hand. Draco swallowed and thought about landing and leaving before having to have another encounter with the raven-haired boy, but then stopped. ~Why the hell should I have to leave?? I was here first. It's not my fault if Potter has a problem with it. Fuck him. ~ At the last two words Draco felt a slight flutter in his stomach, but kept flying.
Harry walked up to the quidditch pitch and saw someone in the air. It didn't take long to deceiver who it was. The sliver blond hair stood out so clearly. He swallowed. ~Maybe I should just head back.~ He thought. Then ~ Wait. why do I have to go back, Malfoy doesn't own the quidditch pitch. ~ Then as if trying to smite the part of him that had even considered turning around, he walked defiantly up and kicked off the ground with such force that he was sure he had left imprints in the grass.
Draco saw him out of the corner of his eye. He watched as he kicked off the ground. Watched him zoom upwards, raven hair flying about his face. ~Don't think about him just fly. And fly Draco did. He flew circles around the slytherin goal posts at first. Then loopy-loops in and out of them.
Harry flew in circles high above were Draco was flying. He actually had to stop for a second. ~Wow. ~ Harry thought ~I knew Malfoy could fly but.~ Harry secretly had always admired Draco's form, his style of flying. Malfoy always had such grace on a broom. He remembered in his first year, the first time he had ever flown, how Malfoy had flown that day. But Draco's form was strategically wrong for quidditch. He cared more about style and grace, and less about catching the snitch. ~ But that doesn't make his form any less spectacular. ~ Harry thought to himself, then ~what? Since when do I complement Malfoy, even if only inside my head? ~ He shook his head and began to fly again.
Draco had felt eyes on the back of his neck and resisted the strong urge to look up. ~ What the hell is Potter watching? ~ He gritted his teeth and kept flying. Soon the eyes where gone. Draco finally looked up.but definitely at the wrong time. He caught a glimpse of the dark haired boy zooming across the sky right before. BAM! Draco hit something hard and it took him another two seconds to realize it had been one of the slytherin goal posts. It took him another second to realize that he was no longer on his broom but falling fast. Then he didn't realize anything at all.
Harry was flying when he suddenly felt the need to look down. He opened his eyes and looked below him to see, Malfoy slam into the right slytherin goal post and begin to fall. Something got turned off in harry's brain, he went numb. Suddenly he no longer controlled what he was doing. He didn't even think about it, but here he was speeding towards Malfoy, full out speed. ~Just catch him before he hits the ground. he can't die. ~ He gave another burst of speed and zoomed under the blond boy. Seconds before ground impact. He held out his arms and the other boy fell hard into them. Harry had to bite his lip. He wondered if his wrist was sprained from someone falling on it from fifty feet. He clenched his legs tight around his broom and hovered for a second unsure about the best coarse of action to take to get the remaining few feet out of the way. It would be nothing he couldn't just jump if he hadn't had another human being in his arms. He tightened his grip around the body in his hands suddenly realizing that it was unconscious, and steered as best he could with his knees. Inching closer to the ground slowly, slowly, finally he felt soft grass under his feet and sighed. He got off his broom careful not to drop the boy in his arms. He gently lowed Malfoy onto the ground and stood up again holding his wrist. He looked down at the blond boy. He bit his lip again ~what now? ~ He thought about going to madam promfry, but was afraid to leave the boy here alone, and he definitely couldn't carry him there with his wrist. He kneeled down next to the boy. Looking him over for injuries. He looked like he hit his head.maybe a concussion. Other then a bruise welling on his forehead the only other injury looked like his right arm might have been pulled out of the socket. Harry leaned over him and inspected the arm further. Almost definitely out of the socket. He shook his head ~what the hell were you doing? ~ He thought silently at the other boy. He slid the good arm under the blond boys neck and brought him to a sitting position. Cradling him in the good arm. He tried to check his pulse. Wincing at the pain it made in his bad wrist to even move it, he felt a soft beating under the boys warms skin. Harry looked down at the boy in his arms. He almost looked innocent when he was sleeping. ~What the hell am I thinking? ~ Harry shut his eyes and shook his head slowly.
~ O god.I feel like shit. ~ Draco was coming to conciseness but still had not opened his eyes. He was very aware of the pain in both his head and his right shoulder. But the thing that he seemed most aware of was the fact that someone was cradling him in his or her arms. He thought vaguely of what had happened right before he fell and suddenly felt a rush of warmth thinking of whom this could be. ~No, ~ he thought to himself. ~Potter probably went running to madam Promfry when I fell, its probably a teacher getting ready to pick me up. But he stayed in the exact same position, with the strong arm in back of him, holding him up. And he now realized a warm hand on his neck, barely resting there. He finally let his left eyelid open a crack. He saw the fuzzy outline, through his lashes, of Harry potter. He felt like a thousand fireworks had gone off in his head. He shut the eye again, suddenly wanting to milk this for all it was worth. He let a faint moan escape his lips, and on the pretences of turning and making himself more comfortable, he nuzzled into the other boys chest. ~He smells good. ~ Draco thought vaguely.
Harry heard a faint moan come from the direction of his arms and his eyes popped open. Just in time to see Draco, still unconscious (as far as he knew) turn and nuzzle into harry's chest. His breath caught in his throat. He instinctively pulled the boy tighter. Lowering his hand to the mid of the other boys back.
Draco felt himself being pulled in tighter. He smiled faintly into Harry's chest. ~ Yes, good job potter, you definitely know how to make someone feel better. ~
Harry sat for a mere second before he realized what he was doing. He loosened his grip on Draco and waited for the boy to turn back over to wake him up.
Draco felt the grip on him cease and felt like grabbing the hand that had just let go of his back a forcing back into holding him. ~ Crap ~ He moved a bit, turning himself back into the position he had woken up in.
~ Oh thank goodness. ~ Thought Harry to himself but I doubt even he thought it was convincing. He laid Malfoy back in the grass and pulled his arm out from under the boy. "Malfoy wake up!" He said softly shaking him with is good hand.
Draco was laid back into the grass. He felt his heart sink lower. "Malfoy wake up." He felt a soft but firm hand shake him and he let his eyes flutter open, ~Ready to go for the Oscar? ~ "Potter!? What the hell is going on??" Draco was sure that he didn't let on anything but what he wanted Harry to believe. "You hit the goal post, you fell almost all the way to the ground." "Almost?" Harry blushed. "Erm. I uh.you fell idiot, isn't that enough what did you think you were doing anyway?" Draco suddenly realized. ~ He saved me. ~ He tried to look mad at the thought that Harry would talk to him in such a way, but felt that he probably would have done better had he not known that Harry had saved him, it was all he could do not to grin like an idiot. "I got distracted Potter." He spat out. "It happens to even the best of us some times." He made sure to emphasize the word best. Harry just shook his head; he stood up holding his wrist. "What's that? What happened to your wrist?" Harry went red again, "Mind your own business." Draco fought hard to keep the grin that was threatening to come up from doing just that ~ He hurt his wrist saving me. He put his own safety aside to ensure mine. ~ "Watch it Potter, otherwise it will be detention for a week." Harry went red, this time for a different reason. "Screw you Malfoy." "If you really want to." Draco made to stand and felt a throbbing in his head. He went back down to the grass, maybe it was a bit soon to be standing and walking around. He put his hand to his head
"Screw you Malfoy." "If you're really want to." Harry felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, ~ Did Malfoy just make a sexual joke? ~ He shook his head and noticed that the other boy was trying to get up. But instead he fell back down and put his hand to his head. Harry frowned slightly. "Can you walk?" Malfoy looked up. "What buis-" He stopped, cut himself off, it wasn't the time nor the place, and he couldn't walk and did need help. "No." he said in a defeated voice. Harry nodded slightly and held out his good hand. Draco took it and Harry helped him balance with his bad arm over Harry's good one, they walked up to the castle.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the delicious characters of HP. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, I would be making Severus Snape lick the floor clean in Dobby's tea cozy. But unfortunately.no.it all belongs to J.K Rowling *tear, tear, sniff, sniff. *
BTW. Thank you to the following people for commenting Voltor- I don't know how many chapters. This is the forth so. ten is probably closer, anyway thank you so much. *bows * you rock Spideria- thanx!! And I will try to update as much as possible Moongoddess86- thank you so much for your nice words And Lindsey Felton! - My girl, you keep up on your story, and make sure you keep an eye on senior snitch boxers. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~THANK YOU ALL!!! -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Harry Potter walked groggily down the stairs to the great hall and let out a giant yawn. It was just reaching 5:30 a.m. and He had tried but failed miserably at falling back to sleep. So instead he planned to go out to the quidditch pitch while no one was there and get in some practice time, alone. He veered over towards the door. As he opened it the smell of a fresh new morning, with the prospects of rain attacked him. He grinned and walked out. He threw open the broom shed and grabbed his Firebolt quickly and walked over to the field. Unfortunately Harry Potter was not the only one who had had trouble sleeping that night.
Draco Malfoy zoomed across the sky, letting the wind ruffle his uncombed, ungelled hair. He shut his eyes and let the world fly away from him. But he only halfway succeeded. In the end he still knew he was on a broom, flying around Hogwarts quidditch pitch. He slowed down. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach all of the sudden. He opened his eyes and looked around. That's when he saw him. Harry Potter. the boy who lived to annoy him. walking towards the quidditch pitch, broom in hand. Draco swallowed and thought about landing and leaving before having to have another encounter with the raven-haired boy, but then stopped. ~Why the hell should I have to leave?? I was here first. It's not my fault if Potter has a problem with it. Fuck him. ~ At the last two words Draco felt a slight flutter in his stomach, but kept flying.
Harry walked up to the quidditch pitch and saw someone in the air. It didn't take long to deceiver who it was. The sliver blond hair stood out so clearly. He swallowed. ~Maybe I should just head back.~ He thought. Then ~ Wait. why do I have to go back, Malfoy doesn't own the quidditch pitch. ~ Then as if trying to smite the part of him that had even considered turning around, he walked defiantly up and kicked off the ground with such force that he was sure he had left imprints in the grass.
Draco saw him out of the corner of his eye. He watched as he kicked off the ground. Watched him zoom upwards, raven hair flying about his face. ~Don't think about him just fly. And fly Draco did. He flew circles around the slytherin goal posts at first. Then loopy-loops in and out of them.
Harry flew in circles high above were Draco was flying. He actually had to stop for a second. ~Wow. ~ Harry thought ~I knew Malfoy could fly but.~ Harry secretly had always admired Draco's form, his style of flying. Malfoy always had such grace on a broom. He remembered in his first year, the first time he had ever flown, how Malfoy had flown that day. But Draco's form was strategically wrong for quidditch. He cared more about style and grace, and less about catching the snitch. ~ But that doesn't make his form any less spectacular. ~ Harry thought to himself, then ~what? Since when do I complement Malfoy, even if only inside my head? ~ He shook his head and began to fly again.
Draco had felt eyes on the back of his neck and resisted the strong urge to look up. ~ What the hell is Potter watching? ~ He gritted his teeth and kept flying. Soon the eyes where gone. Draco finally looked up.but definitely at the wrong time. He caught a glimpse of the dark haired boy zooming across the sky right before. BAM! Draco hit something hard and it took him another two seconds to realize it had been one of the slytherin goal posts. It took him another second to realize that he was no longer on his broom but falling fast. Then he didn't realize anything at all.
Harry was flying when he suddenly felt the need to look down. He opened his eyes and looked below him to see, Malfoy slam into the right slytherin goal post and begin to fall. Something got turned off in harry's brain, he went numb. Suddenly he no longer controlled what he was doing. He didn't even think about it, but here he was speeding towards Malfoy, full out speed. ~Just catch him before he hits the ground. he can't die. ~ He gave another burst of speed and zoomed under the blond boy. Seconds before ground impact. He held out his arms and the other boy fell hard into them. Harry had to bite his lip. He wondered if his wrist was sprained from someone falling on it from fifty feet. He clenched his legs tight around his broom and hovered for a second unsure about the best coarse of action to take to get the remaining few feet out of the way. It would be nothing he couldn't just jump if he hadn't had another human being in his arms. He tightened his grip around the body in his hands suddenly realizing that it was unconscious, and steered as best he could with his knees. Inching closer to the ground slowly, slowly, finally he felt soft grass under his feet and sighed. He got off his broom careful not to drop the boy in his arms. He gently lowed Malfoy onto the ground and stood up again holding his wrist. He looked down at the blond boy. He bit his lip again ~what now? ~ He thought about going to madam promfry, but was afraid to leave the boy here alone, and he definitely couldn't carry him there with his wrist. He kneeled down next to the boy. Looking him over for injuries. He looked like he hit his head.maybe a concussion. Other then a bruise welling on his forehead the only other injury looked like his right arm might have been pulled out of the socket. Harry leaned over him and inspected the arm further. Almost definitely out of the socket. He shook his head ~what the hell were you doing? ~ He thought silently at the other boy. He slid the good arm under the blond boys neck and brought him to a sitting position. Cradling him in the good arm. He tried to check his pulse. Wincing at the pain it made in his bad wrist to even move it, he felt a soft beating under the boys warms skin. Harry looked down at the boy in his arms. He almost looked innocent when he was sleeping. ~What the hell am I thinking? ~ Harry shut his eyes and shook his head slowly.
~ O god.I feel like shit. ~ Draco was coming to conciseness but still had not opened his eyes. He was very aware of the pain in both his head and his right shoulder. But the thing that he seemed most aware of was the fact that someone was cradling him in his or her arms. He thought vaguely of what had happened right before he fell and suddenly felt a rush of warmth thinking of whom this could be. ~No, ~ he thought to himself. ~Potter probably went running to madam Promfry when I fell, its probably a teacher getting ready to pick me up. But he stayed in the exact same position, with the strong arm in back of him, holding him up. And he now realized a warm hand on his neck, barely resting there. He finally let his left eyelid open a crack. He saw the fuzzy outline, through his lashes, of Harry potter. He felt like a thousand fireworks had gone off in his head. He shut the eye again, suddenly wanting to milk this for all it was worth. He let a faint moan escape his lips, and on the pretences of turning and making himself more comfortable, he nuzzled into the other boys chest. ~He smells good. ~ Draco thought vaguely.
Harry heard a faint moan come from the direction of his arms and his eyes popped open. Just in time to see Draco, still unconscious (as far as he knew) turn and nuzzle into harry's chest. His breath caught in his throat. He instinctively pulled the boy tighter. Lowering his hand to the mid of the other boys back.
Draco felt himself being pulled in tighter. He smiled faintly into Harry's chest. ~ Yes, good job potter, you definitely know how to make someone feel better. ~
Harry sat for a mere second before he realized what he was doing. He loosened his grip on Draco and waited for the boy to turn back over to wake him up.
Draco felt the grip on him cease and felt like grabbing the hand that had just let go of his back a forcing back into holding him. ~ Crap ~ He moved a bit, turning himself back into the position he had woken up in.
~ Oh thank goodness. ~ Thought Harry to himself but I doubt even he thought it was convincing. He laid Malfoy back in the grass and pulled his arm out from under the boy. "Malfoy wake up!" He said softly shaking him with is good hand.
Draco was laid back into the grass. He felt his heart sink lower. "Malfoy wake up." He felt a soft but firm hand shake him and he let his eyes flutter open, ~Ready to go for the Oscar? ~ "Potter!? What the hell is going on??" Draco was sure that he didn't let on anything but what he wanted Harry to believe. "You hit the goal post, you fell almost all the way to the ground." "Almost?" Harry blushed. "Erm. I uh.you fell idiot, isn't that enough what did you think you were doing anyway?" Draco suddenly realized. ~ He saved me. ~ He tried to look mad at the thought that Harry would talk to him in such a way, but felt that he probably would have done better had he not known that Harry had saved him, it was all he could do not to grin like an idiot. "I got distracted Potter." He spat out. "It happens to even the best of us some times." He made sure to emphasize the word best. Harry just shook his head; he stood up holding his wrist. "What's that? What happened to your wrist?" Harry went red again, "Mind your own business." Draco fought hard to keep the grin that was threatening to come up from doing just that ~ He hurt his wrist saving me. He put his own safety aside to ensure mine. ~ "Watch it Potter, otherwise it will be detention for a week." Harry went red, this time for a different reason. "Screw you Malfoy." "If you really want to." Draco made to stand and felt a throbbing in his head. He went back down to the grass, maybe it was a bit soon to be standing and walking around. He put his hand to his head
"Screw you Malfoy." "If you're really want to." Harry felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, ~ Did Malfoy just make a sexual joke? ~ He shook his head and noticed that the other boy was trying to get up. But instead he fell back down and put his hand to his head. Harry frowned slightly. "Can you walk?" Malfoy looked up. "What buis-" He stopped, cut himself off, it wasn't the time nor the place, and he couldn't walk and did need help. "No." he said in a defeated voice. Harry nodded slightly and held out his good hand. Draco took it and Harry helped him balance with his bad arm over Harry's good one, they walked up to the castle.