Author's Note: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and makes money off him
*claps for her*. I, for my own needs, just use him, and use him well if I
may..... So, if boy smut fan fictions make you happy, stay and take off
your pants. If not, what the hell are you doing here you freak!?
~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! Chapter 4
Harry woke up calmly from his dreams, slightly disorientated. Where am I? Suddenly Harry noticed the hot water raining down on him. How in the world did I fall asleep in the middle of a shower? Banging coming from the bathroom door got Harry's attention.
" Harry! Harry, are you alive in there?", Ron yelled, " Herm, do you think we should open it?", Ron added awkwardly.
" No, I'm up, I'm up! Be right out...", Harry quickly replied. The last place Harry wanted to be found was laying in a shower stall with a hard on. Harry jumped up, turning off the water. Grabbing a towel, he ran towards the door mumbling " coming, calm down.". Hastily wrapping the towel around himself, Harry unlocked the door and pulled it open. Hermione and Ron took a step back surprised .
Hermione squealed, covering her eyes. " Harry, you're naked!"
" No I'm not, open your eyes. Sorry.", Harry stumbled out, "What is it?"
" Erm, its just that we were checking to see if you were ok." Ron replied, his ears turning red.
" Yeah. Why? What time is it?", Harry asked confused.
" Almost midnight Harry, hence the reason I'm in pajamas. Did you fall asleep or something?", Hermione asked, staring at a spot beyond Harry.
"Yeah...", Harry replied.
" We were just checking to see everything was ok...."
" Good night!", Hermione squeaked before quickly scattering out of the boy's room, disappearing out of sight down the stairs.
" Yeah Harry, I think I should be getting to bed. Coming to bed soon as well?", Ron asked, staring after Hermione.
Harry tried to smile reassuringly at his friend. " Yeah, Ron, be right there."
"K, see you in a bit Harry.", Ron said, walking off. Harry walked back into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. Harry leaned back against the door. Why am I worrying them like this? I'm not being the person they know and love. But its getting harder and harder to be the Harry they know. Since Sirius was gone, everyday it was getting harder to smile, to breathe, to go on.
What was expected of the boy who lived? How come I am suppose to win the upcoming war and be the hero. Why not some body else...
" Why do so many put faith in me?", Harry thought aloud. " I'm just the boy who lived, and keeps living while everyone he knows and loves dies..." I'm no good. Just a goofy, skinny teen age boy. " Not even handsome at that." ,Harry muttered, walking over to his reflection. Harry ran a hand through his wet messy hair. Leaning forward against the sink, a strangled sound of anger and desperation rose in Harry.
Before he knew what happened, Harry's fist was bleeding and the mirror in front of him had a blossoming crack. Harry pulled his fist up to his mouth, licking across the bleeding knuckles. Harry closed his eyes, willing the pain away. Looking up at his shattered reflection, Harry smiled sadly. The new image in front of him matched what was on the inside better. Broken and slowly falling apart.
Harry walked over to his pile of clothes, pulling out his wand. Harry muttered the spell to fix the mirror. Harry went to fix the cuts on his hand, but stopped himself. Some how the pain and blood was okay to Harry, better than before when there was nothing. It brought him back to reality. Pulling on his clothes, Harry walked out of the bath room . Walking past Ron, Harry smiled. His friends were great, they were honest with him. They kept him grounded, even making Harry's life fly a little smoother. Then why am I so broken? What else do I need?
Harry pulled back the sheets on his bed before lying down on top of them. Harry placed his glasses on the bed side table closing his eyes . Harry's night of troubled sleep continued. Dreams of war, death, family. Dreams of threats such as witnessing loved ones dying and facing off Voldermont filled Harry's night. But throughout the dreams, flashes of happiness in Harry's life. The past and the present. Getting the Hogwart's letter, Hagrid, his friends, adventures. But suddenly flashes of things Harry didn't recognize started to happen. Draco sleeping in his bed, Draco smiling at him, kissing him. His lonely thoughts now focused on some one, filled with Draco. And it seemed right before Harry woke up, images of Draco holding a green apple. For some reason Harry found comfort in the apple, hope. Draco went to say something, but just then Harry awoke, landing with a thump on the ground next to his bed.
" no", Harry choked out. Harry laid his face against the floor, spreading his body against the coolness. So many things he had to remember about the dream. Something about Draco, being happy. But his dream was slipping away, leaving an empty feeling inside of Harry. There were awful parts, that Harry remembered, but something made the dream different. It wasn't just the war haunting his dreams as it had been before. Some how in this one, happiness had come through the war, come through to Harry. As if it was possible....
Ron's bed creaked, he was getting up. Picking himself up of the floor quickly, Harry acted like he was doing morning stretches.
"Morning Ron", Harry said making a show of stretching and yawning.
"You're up for once Harry? mm, Did you sleep ok? You made some weird noises..."
"Sorry Ron, I was having a nightmare again. Just wake me up next time if I bother you."
"It's ok, just worried a bit.", Ron said getting out of bed and pulling his sheets back into place. Ron smiled up at Harry after slipping on a shirt and pants. "Hogsmeade trip today."
"Oh, I completely forgot.", Harry replied following in suite with his clothes. Ron gave Harry a surprised look but didn't bother saying anything. Harry replied with a " I'm crazy!" face at Ron, causing a small chuckle. Slipping on his shoes, Harry walked out of the dorm followed by Ron. The two boys waited for Hermione to come down and join them in the common room before heading down to breakfast. As the trio reached the Great Hall entrance, they were suddenly pushed aside by two rather large boys exiting.
"Sheesh, Crabbe and Goyle don't know how to do anything the nonviolent way.", Hermione complained. " Wonder why Draco wasn't with them, I thought they were conjoined triplets or something."
Laughing to themselves, the trio entered the Great Hall. They fell silent though when they realized how quiet it was. Everybody was looking in the direction if the Slytherin table. Following the others, Harry looked to see what everyone was staring at. Harry fell silent at the site, unable to think.
" Harry, isn't that Malfoy?", Ron asked quietly. And it was, in a way. Not a Draco that Harry would immediately recognize though. Standing hunched over by the Slytherin table, wich seemed to be filled with students avoiding him, stood Draco. His hair had fallen over in his face, a shoulder of his shirt was ripped halfway off at the seam. Draco stood there holding the right side of his face as Professor Snap suddenly appeared. Harry couldn't hear their conversation, but watched as Snape guided Draco out of the Great Hall. Harry tried to get a glimpse of Draco as they walked past, but he didn't recognize the boy he thought he knew. Draco was visibly shaking, stammering replies to Snape. Draco hand was attempting to cover a swelling and cut that was appearing on his cheek.
Hermione turned back to the gaping Ron and Harry with a looks of confusion and anger on her face. " Oh stop gawking you two, come on, lets find out what happened." The trio silently walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down as the Great Hall slowly came back to life.
" Neville, what happened?", Hermione tentatively asked. " Herm, it was bad. I'm not sure, I just saw Grabbe and Goyle suddenly turn on Draco. They were yelling and started hitting him. I couldn't understand what they were saying..."
" I did!.", piped in Lee. " They were yelling something about Draco being a traitor. They were calling him names like "fag" and "pansy", but that's when Draco punched one of them. Couldn't tell which though, but afterwards they both jumped him. Got to hand it Draco though, he defended him self pretty well..."
" Merlin, what could have caused...", but Harry couldn't hear what the Ron and the others were saying. Harry's heart was pounding in his ears as he stared down at his hands in his lap. How was Draco a traitor? Weren't Crabbe and Goyle Draco's friends?
Suddenly a hand was shaking Harry's shoulder. "Come on Harry, time to go.", Ron said excited. Harry followed the other two a bit behind. Harry didn't fully come back around until they reached Hogsmeade where his other thoughts were pushed away as he spent time with his friends.
(there you go, hope it was ok *dances to entertain you if you're not fully happy*. come one, be happy. look, a plot maybe? ooh, is a plot on the way? read on to find out, lol. love you, joy.)
~ ! ~ ! ~ ! ~ ! Chapter 4
Harry woke up calmly from his dreams, slightly disorientated. Where am I? Suddenly Harry noticed the hot water raining down on him. How in the world did I fall asleep in the middle of a shower? Banging coming from the bathroom door got Harry's attention.
" Harry! Harry, are you alive in there?", Ron yelled, " Herm, do you think we should open it?", Ron added awkwardly.
" No, I'm up, I'm up! Be right out...", Harry quickly replied. The last place Harry wanted to be found was laying in a shower stall with a hard on. Harry jumped up, turning off the water. Grabbing a towel, he ran towards the door mumbling " coming, calm down.". Hastily wrapping the towel around himself, Harry unlocked the door and pulled it open. Hermione and Ron took a step back surprised .
Hermione squealed, covering her eyes. " Harry, you're naked!"
" No I'm not, open your eyes. Sorry.", Harry stumbled out, "What is it?"
" Erm, its just that we were checking to see if you were ok." Ron replied, his ears turning red.
" Yeah. Why? What time is it?", Harry asked confused.
" Almost midnight Harry, hence the reason I'm in pajamas. Did you fall asleep or something?", Hermione asked, staring at a spot beyond Harry.
"Yeah...", Harry replied.
" We were just checking to see everything was ok...."
" Good night!", Hermione squeaked before quickly scattering out of the boy's room, disappearing out of sight down the stairs.
" Yeah Harry, I think I should be getting to bed. Coming to bed soon as well?", Ron asked, staring after Hermione.
Harry tried to smile reassuringly at his friend. " Yeah, Ron, be right there."
"K, see you in a bit Harry.", Ron said, walking off. Harry walked back into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him. Harry leaned back against the door. Why am I worrying them like this? I'm not being the person they know and love. But its getting harder and harder to be the Harry they know. Since Sirius was gone, everyday it was getting harder to smile, to breathe, to go on.
What was expected of the boy who lived? How come I am suppose to win the upcoming war and be the hero. Why not some body else...
" Why do so many put faith in me?", Harry thought aloud. " I'm just the boy who lived, and keeps living while everyone he knows and loves dies..." I'm no good. Just a goofy, skinny teen age boy. " Not even handsome at that." ,Harry muttered, walking over to his reflection. Harry ran a hand through his wet messy hair. Leaning forward against the sink, a strangled sound of anger and desperation rose in Harry.
Before he knew what happened, Harry's fist was bleeding and the mirror in front of him had a blossoming crack. Harry pulled his fist up to his mouth, licking across the bleeding knuckles. Harry closed his eyes, willing the pain away. Looking up at his shattered reflection, Harry smiled sadly. The new image in front of him matched what was on the inside better. Broken and slowly falling apart.
Harry walked over to his pile of clothes, pulling out his wand. Harry muttered the spell to fix the mirror. Harry went to fix the cuts on his hand, but stopped himself. Some how the pain and blood was okay to Harry, better than before when there was nothing. It brought him back to reality. Pulling on his clothes, Harry walked out of the bath room . Walking past Ron, Harry smiled. His friends were great, they were honest with him. They kept him grounded, even making Harry's life fly a little smoother. Then why am I so broken? What else do I need?
Harry pulled back the sheets on his bed before lying down on top of them. Harry placed his glasses on the bed side table closing his eyes . Harry's night of troubled sleep continued. Dreams of war, death, family. Dreams of threats such as witnessing loved ones dying and facing off Voldermont filled Harry's night. But throughout the dreams, flashes of happiness in Harry's life. The past and the present. Getting the Hogwart's letter, Hagrid, his friends, adventures. But suddenly flashes of things Harry didn't recognize started to happen. Draco sleeping in his bed, Draco smiling at him, kissing him. His lonely thoughts now focused on some one, filled with Draco. And it seemed right before Harry woke up, images of Draco holding a green apple. For some reason Harry found comfort in the apple, hope. Draco went to say something, but just then Harry awoke, landing with a thump on the ground next to his bed.
" no", Harry choked out. Harry laid his face against the floor, spreading his body against the coolness. So many things he had to remember about the dream. Something about Draco, being happy. But his dream was slipping away, leaving an empty feeling inside of Harry. There were awful parts, that Harry remembered, but something made the dream different. It wasn't just the war haunting his dreams as it had been before. Some how in this one, happiness had come through the war, come through to Harry. As if it was possible....
Ron's bed creaked, he was getting up. Picking himself up of the floor quickly, Harry acted like he was doing morning stretches.
"Morning Ron", Harry said making a show of stretching and yawning.
"You're up for once Harry? mm, Did you sleep ok? You made some weird noises..."
"Sorry Ron, I was having a nightmare again. Just wake me up next time if I bother you."
"It's ok, just worried a bit.", Ron said getting out of bed and pulling his sheets back into place. Ron smiled up at Harry after slipping on a shirt and pants. "Hogsmeade trip today."
"Oh, I completely forgot.", Harry replied following in suite with his clothes. Ron gave Harry a surprised look but didn't bother saying anything. Harry replied with a " I'm crazy!" face at Ron, causing a small chuckle. Slipping on his shoes, Harry walked out of the dorm followed by Ron. The two boys waited for Hermione to come down and join them in the common room before heading down to breakfast. As the trio reached the Great Hall entrance, they were suddenly pushed aside by two rather large boys exiting.
"Sheesh, Crabbe and Goyle don't know how to do anything the nonviolent way.", Hermione complained. " Wonder why Draco wasn't with them, I thought they were conjoined triplets or something."
Laughing to themselves, the trio entered the Great Hall. They fell silent though when they realized how quiet it was. Everybody was looking in the direction if the Slytherin table. Following the others, Harry looked to see what everyone was staring at. Harry fell silent at the site, unable to think.
" Harry, isn't that Malfoy?", Ron asked quietly. And it was, in a way. Not a Draco that Harry would immediately recognize though. Standing hunched over by the Slytherin table, wich seemed to be filled with students avoiding him, stood Draco. His hair had fallen over in his face, a shoulder of his shirt was ripped halfway off at the seam. Draco stood there holding the right side of his face as Professor Snap suddenly appeared. Harry couldn't hear their conversation, but watched as Snape guided Draco out of the Great Hall. Harry tried to get a glimpse of Draco as they walked past, but he didn't recognize the boy he thought he knew. Draco was visibly shaking, stammering replies to Snape. Draco hand was attempting to cover a swelling and cut that was appearing on his cheek.
Hermione turned back to the gaping Ron and Harry with a looks of confusion and anger on her face. " Oh stop gawking you two, come on, lets find out what happened." The trio silently walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down as the Great Hall slowly came back to life.
" Neville, what happened?", Hermione tentatively asked. " Herm, it was bad. I'm not sure, I just saw Grabbe and Goyle suddenly turn on Draco. They were yelling and started hitting him. I couldn't understand what they were saying..."
" I did!.", piped in Lee. " They were yelling something about Draco being a traitor. They were calling him names like "fag" and "pansy", but that's when Draco punched one of them. Couldn't tell which though, but afterwards they both jumped him. Got to hand it Draco though, he defended him self pretty well..."
" Merlin, what could have caused...", but Harry couldn't hear what the Ron and the others were saying. Harry's heart was pounding in his ears as he stared down at his hands in his lap. How was Draco a traitor? Weren't Crabbe and Goyle Draco's friends?
Suddenly a hand was shaking Harry's shoulder. "Come on Harry, time to go.", Ron said excited. Harry followed the other two a bit behind. Harry didn't fully come back around until they reached Hogsmeade where his other thoughts were pushed away as he spent time with his friends.
(there you go, hope it was ok *dances to entertain you if you're not fully happy*. come one, be happy. look, a plot maybe? ooh, is a plot on the way? read on to find out, lol. love you, joy.)