Author's note: I am not lucky enough to be J.K. Rowling, I just use her
brilliant characters for my own pleasure! Enjoy this non smut filled
chapter, but I promise there will be one soon. Joy.
Chapter Two, Facing the Memories
Harry turned over in bed, burying his head under the sheets. " I don' wanna' wake up", Harry mumbled, directing this comment towards the ever persistent sun.
"Harry? Oh come on Harry, I know you're awake. Now get up so we can go down to breakfast. Here are some robes.", Ron said eagerly. Harry heard the robes landing with a thump besides him on the bed. Harry turned his face to see Ron standing jumpily by his bed, rocking back and forth on his feet. Well, at least it could have been Ron. Harry's hand quickly reached out fumbling to get his glasses. Sitting up and putting his glasses on , the room quickly came into focus.
"Erm, ok Ron. I'll be right down. Just go on with out me."
"Oh ok Harry, but hurry. We're late as is.", Ron said, sounding a bit down. Ron walked off mumbling something about "Harry, hurry? Ha, like that ever happens...."
Harry sighed falling back against his pillows. Harry reached for the robes, pulling them up against him as he kicked away his sheets. Harry pulled the robes over his head, letting the material pool around his hips. Getting up, the material fell into place, covering Harry's pajamas. Harry quickly slipped off his night pants, replacing them with a pair of blue jeans. Slipping on his shoes, Harry ran his fingers through his hair before walking down to breakfast in the Great Hall. While walking Harry let his mind wander over last night's dream, making a smile creep up on his face.
Harry walked along down the corridors to the Great Hall. Harry straightened his robes one last time before pushing the doors open. Regretting how hard he had pushed the second he heard the sound of a soft thump as the door struck some one on the other side. Harry ran forward to see who he had struck down to only be rewarded dumbstruck by the site in front of him.
"Malfoy...", Harry muttered. There was Draco, kneeled over on his hands and knees in front of him. Harry could hear Draco mumbling something about "damn swinging doors" as he tried to gather up his things which were scattered on the ground. Harry immediately dropped to his knees by Draco reaching to help pick up some of the parchments and books.
" I'm sorry Malfoy, I...", Harry started.
" Oh shut up Potter. You were just trying to make one of your grand entrances and I accidently messed it up for you. Wait, no, yeah, I did it on purpose Potter, you head was getting to big for you neck..", Draco said as he snatched his things from Harry's hands. With a final "umph", Draco stalked off leaving Harry mutely staring after him. Harry's eyes fell back to the floor, spotting a parchment Draco had left behind.
"Malfoy, wait...", Harry began, but when he looked up Draco was already gone, vanished. Harry rolled his eyes as he placed the parchment in his robe pocket. Draco always had to out do him. Though lately it seemed, Draco didn't give the energy to bullying him like he use to. Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, falling into his usual spot between Ron and Hermione. Harry had just began pulling back a piece of toast from the platter on the table when he heard Hermione squeal.
"What?!", Harry asked a bit more edgy than he planned.
" Oh Harry, what happened?", Hermione asked, ignoring Harry's tone. Grabbing Harry's chin and turning his face towards her, Hermione unknowingly made Harry flash back to when Draco had been holding him like this last night.
" What is it, damn't?", Harry sputtered out turning a shade of red. Harry turned his attention to the piece of toast he was holding halfway on its path to Harry's mouth. "Herm, I'm hungry..."
" Harry , what happened to your face? There are all these bruises along your chin..."
" Its nothing. Why are you always demanding I tell you everything?", Harry asked angrily. Harry pulled away from Hermione's touch. Hermione's hand fell down to the collar of Harry's robes, causing them to pull away from his neck.
" Harry, there are, um , bite marks or something on your neck. Harry, what the hell happened to you?", Hermione asked, trying not to let her voice quiver.
"What, what do you mean?", Harry snapped out at her, his fingers reaching up to gingerly touch the tiny wounds there. How had Harry not noticed those this morning? Harry abruptly jumped up from the table, dropping his toast. Harry ran from the Great Hall, ignoring the stares and whispers. Running from questioning looks and worried faces of friends.
" Gosh Ron, I didn't know Harry had a girlfriend. Did you?"
" No Herm, I didn't...", Ron quietly answered. Ron had heard Harry talking in his sleep, and to Ron, it didn't sound like it was a girl Harry was dreaming about.
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Harry ran through the hallways, his school bag hitting against his hip. Harry's finger's clasped to the side of his neck, running fingertips along the tiny grooves. How could Harry explain why he got these injuries.
Harry was sure " Gee you guys, when I wake up after exotic dreams with Draco Malfoy, I have marks on my body..." would go over just great with his friends. Sense when do dreams cause bruises and wounds?
Tears stung Harry's eyes, occasionally slipping down Harry's cheeks. Wiping them away quickly, Harry cursed at this weakness. Harry was running to his first class that day, even though it didn't start for another 20 minutes. Harry just needed to be away from people, and hopefully his potion's teacher Snape would ignore him as always.
Harry turned down the hallway which led to potions classroom. Harry stopped in his tracks though when he saw Snape looming over Draco by the door frame. Going unnoticed still, Harry stepped behind a suite of armor , listening in to their conversation. Maybe not the most polite of tactics, but Harry couldn't stop him self when it came to situations like this.
"Draco, I didn't give you that assignment just so you could get a better night's rest. I also wanted you to maybe get some academic credit out of it. Or if you haven't noticed, I certainly have, that your grades have been slowly falling over the past couple of weeks. What's wrong with you?"
" I know Professor. Its just that, I swear I had it this morning. I don't know where it is. Maybe I dropped it in the hallways, if you would just let me..."
" Malfoy!", Harry cut in from no where," I saw you drop this a couple of hallways back. Sorry it took me a bit to get it back to you. But you know how stupid and slow I am..."
" That will be enough Potter. We both fully know of your incompetence.", Snape broke in. Snape pushed Harry along in the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Snape turned back to Draco with a cold grimace on his face.
" Malfoy, how could you have just dropped something like this?", Snape asked, snatching the parchment from Draco's hand. "I could be fired for giving you an assignment like this. Or if you didn't know, a teacher handing out suggestions of illegal potions to students is against regulations. Its almost like if I was selling you damn muggle drugs!", Snape hissed at Draco causing the young boy to squirm.
Snape swung back open the door to the potion's class, pacing into the room leaving a silent Draco behind him. Draco slipped into the classroom, looking up to Harry already sitting in his desk, preparing things for class. Harry looked down from under his bangs to Draco, with a questioning look on his face. Harry noticed how sad Draco's eyes looked, inwardly wanting to reach out to his fellow student.
Draco tried to smile up to Harry, even though the smile didn't reach his eyes. Draco mouthed a thank you up to Harry before his features returned to their normal emotionless look. Draco quickly walked to his deck, focusing on a spot on the wall in front of him. Harry watched him sit down, feeling the normal Draco replace the out of the blue humble Draco immediately.
Harry felt a small amount of very short lived pity for Draco, the boy who had to be perfect.
( hope you enjoyed! sorry if you were expecting some boy on boy smut, I promise that will be in very near chapters to come. not every chapter can have sweet boy loving in it, or can they? hmm, I'll think about it..... )
love, Joy
Chapter Two, Facing the Memories
Harry turned over in bed, burying his head under the sheets. " I don' wanna' wake up", Harry mumbled, directing this comment towards the ever persistent sun.
"Harry? Oh come on Harry, I know you're awake. Now get up so we can go down to breakfast. Here are some robes.", Ron said eagerly. Harry heard the robes landing with a thump besides him on the bed. Harry turned his face to see Ron standing jumpily by his bed, rocking back and forth on his feet. Well, at least it could have been Ron. Harry's hand quickly reached out fumbling to get his glasses. Sitting up and putting his glasses on , the room quickly came into focus.
"Erm, ok Ron. I'll be right down. Just go on with out me."
"Oh ok Harry, but hurry. We're late as is.", Ron said, sounding a bit down. Ron walked off mumbling something about "Harry, hurry? Ha, like that ever happens...."
Harry sighed falling back against his pillows. Harry reached for the robes, pulling them up against him as he kicked away his sheets. Harry pulled the robes over his head, letting the material pool around his hips. Getting up, the material fell into place, covering Harry's pajamas. Harry quickly slipped off his night pants, replacing them with a pair of blue jeans. Slipping on his shoes, Harry ran his fingers through his hair before walking down to breakfast in the Great Hall. While walking Harry let his mind wander over last night's dream, making a smile creep up on his face.
Harry walked along down the corridors to the Great Hall. Harry straightened his robes one last time before pushing the doors open. Regretting how hard he had pushed the second he heard the sound of a soft thump as the door struck some one on the other side. Harry ran forward to see who he had struck down to only be rewarded dumbstruck by the site in front of him.
"Malfoy...", Harry muttered. There was Draco, kneeled over on his hands and knees in front of him. Harry could hear Draco mumbling something about "damn swinging doors" as he tried to gather up his things which were scattered on the ground. Harry immediately dropped to his knees by Draco reaching to help pick up some of the parchments and books.
" I'm sorry Malfoy, I...", Harry started.
" Oh shut up Potter. You were just trying to make one of your grand entrances and I accidently messed it up for you. Wait, no, yeah, I did it on purpose Potter, you head was getting to big for you neck..", Draco said as he snatched his things from Harry's hands. With a final "umph", Draco stalked off leaving Harry mutely staring after him. Harry's eyes fell back to the floor, spotting a parchment Draco had left behind.
"Malfoy, wait...", Harry began, but when he looked up Draco was already gone, vanished. Harry rolled his eyes as he placed the parchment in his robe pocket. Draco always had to out do him. Though lately it seemed, Draco didn't give the energy to bullying him like he use to. Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table, falling into his usual spot between Ron and Hermione. Harry had just began pulling back a piece of toast from the platter on the table when he heard Hermione squeal.
"What?!", Harry asked a bit more edgy than he planned.
" Oh Harry, what happened?", Hermione asked, ignoring Harry's tone. Grabbing Harry's chin and turning his face towards her, Hermione unknowingly made Harry flash back to when Draco had been holding him like this last night.
" What is it, damn't?", Harry sputtered out turning a shade of red. Harry turned his attention to the piece of toast he was holding halfway on its path to Harry's mouth. "Herm, I'm hungry..."
" Harry , what happened to your face? There are all these bruises along your chin..."
" Its nothing. Why are you always demanding I tell you everything?", Harry asked angrily. Harry pulled away from Hermione's touch. Hermione's hand fell down to the collar of Harry's robes, causing them to pull away from his neck.
" Harry, there are, um , bite marks or something on your neck. Harry, what the hell happened to you?", Hermione asked, trying not to let her voice quiver.
"What, what do you mean?", Harry snapped out at her, his fingers reaching up to gingerly touch the tiny wounds there. How had Harry not noticed those this morning? Harry abruptly jumped up from the table, dropping his toast. Harry ran from the Great Hall, ignoring the stares and whispers. Running from questioning looks and worried faces of friends.
" Gosh Ron, I didn't know Harry had a girlfriend. Did you?"
" No Herm, I didn't...", Ron quietly answered. Ron had heard Harry talking in his sleep, and to Ron, it didn't sound like it was a girl Harry was dreaming about.
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Harry ran through the hallways, his school bag hitting against his hip. Harry's finger's clasped to the side of his neck, running fingertips along the tiny grooves. How could Harry explain why he got these injuries.
Harry was sure " Gee you guys, when I wake up after exotic dreams with Draco Malfoy, I have marks on my body..." would go over just great with his friends. Sense when do dreams cause bruises and wounds?
Tears stung Harry's eyes, occasionally slipping down Harry's cheeks. Wiping them away quickly, Harry cursed at this weakness. Harry was running to his first class that day, even though it didn't start for another 20 minutes. Harry just needed to be away from people, and hopefully his potion's teacher Snape would ignore him as always.
Harry turned down the hallway which led to potions classroom. Harry stopped in his tracks though when he saw Snape looming over Draco by the door frame. Going unnoticed still, Harry stepped behind a suite of armor , listening in to their conversation. Maybe not the most polite of tactics, but Harry couldn't stop him self when it came to situations like this.
"Draco, I didn't give you that assignment just so you could get a better night's rest. I also wanted you to maybe get some academic credit out of it. Or if you haven't noticed, I certainly have, that your grades have been slowly falling over the past couple of weeks. What's wrong with you?"
" I know Professor. Its just that, I swear I had it this morning. I don't know where it is. Maybe I dropped it in the hallways, if you would just let me..."
" Malfoy!", Harry cut in from no where," I saw you drop this a couple of hallways back. Sorry it took me a bit to get it back to you. But you know how stupid and slow I am..."
" That will be enough Potter. We both fully know of your incompetence.", Snape broke in. Snape pushed Harry along in the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Snape turned back to Draco with a cold grimace on his face.
" Malfoy, how could you have just dropped something like this?", Snape asked, snatching the parchment from Draco's hand. "I could be fired for giving you an assignment like this. Or if you didn't know, a teacher handing out suggestions of illegal potions to students is against regulations. Its almost like if I was selling you damn muggle drugs!", Snape hissed at Draco causing the young boy to squirm.
Snape swung back open the door to the potion's class, pacing into the room leaving a silent Draco behind him. Draco slipped into the classroom, looking up to Harry already sitting in his desk, preparing things for class. Harry looked down from under his bangs to Draco, with a questioning look on his face. Harry noticed how sad Draco's eyes looked, inwardly wanting to reach out to his fellow student.
Draco tried to smile up to Harry, even though the smile didn't reach his eyes. Draco mouthed a thank you up to Harry before his features returned to their normal emotionless look. Draco quickly walked to his deck, focusing on a spot on the wall in front of him. Harry watched him sit down, feeling the normal Draco replace the out of the blue humble Draco immediately.
Harry felt a small amount of very short lived pity for Draco, the boy who had to be perfect.
( hope you enjoyed! sorry if you were expecting some boy on boy smut, I promise that will be in very near chapters to come. not every chapter can have sweet boy loving in it, or can they? hmm, I'll think about it..... )
love, Joy