Author's Note: Once again J.K. Rowling own Harry Potter. But her grip
hasn't reached my story yet, wooooo. And by the way, sodomy IS legal
now.... *dances* oh, umm, this is a slash story, be warned. a.k.a., why I
mention sodomy... hoo....
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Draco stepped onto the empty Quidditch field. Taking a deep breath, he mounted his broom, soaring up into the sky. For some reason flying seemed to help him become calm, clear headed. His excuse of he wanting more practice he gave to Snape was actually just so he could have these moments by him self. And now it added an extra escape, escape from students and past "friends". Up here he didn't need to hide or try to make excuses for his actions. No need for a mask. No need for dreams...
Draco growled as that thought popped into his inner monologue. Weren't dreams suppose to provide an escape, not a prison? Draco shut his eyes, forcing out thoughts of Harry. Opening his eyes to a sun covered by white clouds, Draco felt a comfortable warmth spreading over him. Draco smiled, having that refreshed feeling only being outside on a perfect sunny day provides. The noise of people talking and laughing far off, the occasional cool breeze flowing past him. Draco took off in the air again, flying around Hogwarts.
Draco looked down at the grounds, watching students run around outside before supper. Suddenly he saw a red haired figure waving a scarf of Gryffindor colors up at him. Draco flew down to the easily recognizable Ron with a questioning look on his face.
"Yes Weasley?"
"Draco, we need to talk."
"Ok, but...", before Draco could finish Rn had grabbed Draco's wrist and began pulling him towards the castle. Ron ignored Draco's questions as he silently led him though the hallways. Ron went over in his mind things he should ask. Not being too out or anything like "Draco, do you like Harry?". No, maybe a bit my subtle than that.
"What is it?", Draco asked, jerking his wrist away from the other's boy's grip. Draco dropped his broom, deciding on that nursing his wrist was more important. Draco ran his fingers over the red welts appearing on his wrist, glaring up at Ron. Ron sighed apologetically, running his fingers through his hair. Taking a view calming breathes, Ron began.
"Draco, I've heard some rumors. I want to hear the truth..."
"The truth about what?", Draco asked, confusion flashing across his face.
"About you... I've realized I know nothing about you.", Ron said, staring at the floor. He really didn't know that much about Draco, just what he had put together on his own over the years.
"That didn't stop you from forming an opinion about me before. What's the difference now?", Draco asked, leaning against the wall. Draco swiped at some hairs falling over into his face, cursing under his breath.
"A lot of stuff. Mostly the fact that my two closest friends seemed to have out their faith in you. I want to know why."
"Well, because I'm an A grade guy, simply wonderful. I'm just a swell person Weasley, totally...", Draco replied sarcastically, his fingers briefly tightening around his hair. Ron noticed Draco's knuckles turn white as he pulled his hand away, his hand shaking slightly. Ron couldn't help but stares at the bruises on Draco neck, not help but notice how they looked like large hands. Ron went to ask Draco about it but became alarmed as Draco's personality suddenly changed . Draco rested his forehead against the cool, stone wall. His arm draped over his face as his shoulders shook softly.
"What are you trying at, Weasley? Is this some joke? Some prank some one put you up to? Lets see who can kick Draco when he's down? Sounds fun...", Draco's voice became soft, his finger nails clutching at the stone.
Ron stumbled a couple of steps back wards, stunned by this sudden show of emotion. Forgetting his well thought out plan about how he was going to handle this situation, Ron stepped up by Draco, quickly patting his shoulder. Draco jumped in surprise, turning around to face Ron.
"This isn't a joke, I promise...", Ron raid, noticing the wet trails running down Draco's cheeks.
"What is it then?"
"Some one trying to help a fellow classmate. Draco, what's been going on?"
"Its a long story, Weasley..."
"Then start from the beginning, that's always the best place."
A near hour later Draco had managed to put into simple terms what was going on. Of course leaving out any too extreme parts about Harry Draco didn't really want to share. Talking about his problems with sleeping, his father, the Dark Lord. How he had taken the sleeping potion. And now, how he was by himself.
"So, the sleeping potion you took, it made your dreams worst? I know what we can do! 'Mione, erm, I mean Hermione is great as potions, and well everything, she can help find out what went wrong. And I doubt Harry would mind warming the school back up to you. It wouldn't hurt having him around while making new friends..."
"So, you guys are close? I mean, you three must be great friends...", Draco whispered, staring at his knees.
"The best..."
"It must be nice."
"It's not hard to do, you know Malfoy. Meeting people, becoming involved. Everyone can care for another person. Even a Malfoy..."
Draco smiled to him self, shrugging his shoulders. Maybe it would be ok. I mean, if Weasley can manage to put up with me...
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The next day Draco found himself sitting next to Hermione in the library looking up the potion he used. The table they were sitting at was piled with books and parchments. Draco felt slightly guilty because he wasn't showing half the enthusiasm he should be in finding the book. In fact, most of the time he just sat staring off into space, nodding to what ever Hermione said.
"Draco, um, hate to tell you. But the next page is missing in this book."
"So?", Draco asked, looking up from a little sketch he was doing on a blank page.
"Well, Draco, the missing page happens to come from the book you got your potion out of. And is the second part to your potion."
"What? Can you be sure?" , Draco dropped his quill, not noticing the ink spreading over his drawing which roughly looked like Harry. Fortunately, Hermione hadn't noticed.
"Well, you see, a potion always has what some call a Fall Back. Like an escape route or something. You know, its there just in case something goes wrong."
"How could I not have noticed a missing page?!"
"Well, maybe besides the fact the pages aren't numbered. I mean, I only noticed cause I didn't find the fall back..."
"There's no hope...", Draco slouched back in his chair, his eyes open wide in shock.
"Oh, and I can't read all of the potions effects. Its all faded... Don't they have a newer version of this?"
"Hermione, you're missing the point. I'm doomed...."
"No you're not. We just have to find another copy of the book."
"How long will that take?", Draco asked, mentally thinking about the worst answers possible. A year, forever...
"No clue!"
"Thanks Hermione...", Draco said , his voice drowned in sarcasm. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep out what was happening.
"No problem Draco."
(there, hope it was good for you.... review now, cause I love you)
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Draco stepped onto the empty Quidditch field. Taking a deep breath, he mounted his broom, soaring up into the sky. For some reason flying seemed to help him become calm, clear headed. His excuse of he wanting more practice he gave to Snape was actually just so he could have these moments by him self. And now it added an extra escape, escape from students and past "friends". Up here he didn't need to hide or try to make excuses for his actions. No need for a mask. No need for dreams...
Draco growled as that thought popped into his inner monologue. Weren't dreams suppose to provide an escape, not a prison? Draco shut his eyes, forcing out thoughts of Harry. Opening his eyes to a sun covered by white clouds, Draco felt a comfortable warmth spreading over him. Draco smiled, having that refreshed feeling only being outside on a perfect sunny day provides. The noise of people talking and laughing far off, the occasional cool breeze flowing past him. Draco took off in the air again, flying around Hogwarts.
Draco looked down at the grounds, watching students run around outside before supper. Suddenly he saw a red haired figure waving a scarf of Gryffindor colors up at him. Draco flew down to the easily recognizable Ron with a questioning look on his face.
"Yes Weasley?"
"Draco, we need to talk."
"Ok, but...", before Draco could finish Rn had grabbed Draco's wrist and began pulling him towards the castle. Ron ignored Draco's questions as he silently led him though the hallways. Ron went over in his mind things he should ask. Not being too out or anything like "Draco, do you like Harry?". No, maybe a bit my subtle than that.
"What is it?", Draco asked, jerking his wrist away from the other's boy's grip. Draco dropped his broom, deciding on that nursing his wrist was more important. Draco ran his fingers over the red welts appearing on his wrist, glaring up at Ron. Ron sighed apologetically, running his fingers through his hair. Taking a view calming breathes, Ron began.
"Draco, I've heard some rumors. I want to hear the truth..."
"The truth about what?", Draco asked, confusion flashing across his face.
"About you... I've realized I know nothing about you.", Ron said, staring at the floor. He really didn't know that much about Draco, just what he had put together on his own over the years.
"That didn't stop you from forming an opinion about me before. What's the difference now?", Draco asked, leaning against the wall. Draco swiped at some hairs falling over into his face, cursing under his breath.
"A lot of stuff. Mostly the fact that my two closest friends seemed to have out their faith in you. I want to know why."
"Well, because I'm an A grade guy, simply wonderful. I'm just a swell person Weasley, totally...", Draco replied sarcastically, his fingers briefly tightening around his hair. Ron noticed Draco's knuckles turn white as he pulled his hand away, his hand shaking slightly. Ron couldn't help but stares at the bruises on Draco neck, not help but notice how they looked like large hands. Ron went to ask Draco about it but became alarmed as Draco's personality suddenly changed . Draco rested his forehead against the cool, stone wall. His arm draped over his face as his shoulders shook softly.
"What are you trying at, Weasley? Is this some joke? Some prank some one put you up to? Lets see who can kick Draco when he's down? Sounds fun...", Draco's voice became soft, his finger nails clutching at the stone.
Ron stumbled a couple of steps back wards, stunned by this sudden show of emotion. Forgetting his well thought out plan about how he was going to handle this situation, Ron stepped up by Draco, quickly patting his shoulder. Draco jumped in surprise, turning around to face Ron.
"This isn't a joke, I promise...", Ron raid, noticing the wet trails running down Draco's cheeks.
"What is it then?"
"Some one trying to help a fellow classmate. Draco, what's been going on?"
"Its a long story, Weasley..."
"Then start from the beginning, that's always the best place."
A near hour later Draco had managed to put into simple terms what was going on. Of course leaving out any too extreme parts about Harry Draco didn't really want to share. Talking about his problems with sleeping, his father, the Dark Lord. How he had taken the sleeping potion. And now, how he was by himself.
"So, the sleeping potion you took, it made your dreams worst? I know what we can do! 'Mione, erm, I mean Hermione is great as potions, and well everything, she can help find out what went wrong. And I doubt Harry would mind warming the school back up to you. It wouldn't hurt having him around while making new friends..."
"So, you guys are close? I mean, you three must be great friends...", Draco whispered, staring at his knees.
"The best..."
"It must be nice."
"It's not hard to do, you know Malfoy. Meeting people, becoming involved. Everyone can care for another person. Even a Malfoy..."
Draco smiled to him self, shrugging his shoulders. Maybe it would be ok. I mean, if Weasley can manage to put up with me...
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The next day Draco found himself sitting next to Hermione in the library looking up the potion he used. The table they were sitting at was piled with books and parchments. Draco felt slightly guilty because he wasn't showing half the enthusiasm he should be in finding the book. In fact, most of the time he just sat staring off into space, nodding to what ever Hermione said.
"Draco, um, hate to tell you. But the next page is missing in this book."
"So?", Draco asked, looking up from a little sketch he was doing on a blank page.
"Well, Draco, the missing page happens to come from the book you got your potion out of. And is the second part to your potion."
"What? Can you be sure?" , Draco dropped his quill, not noticing the ink spreading over his drawing which roughly looked like Harry. Fortunately, Hermione hadn't noticed.
"Well, you see, a potion always has what some call a Fall Back. Like an escape route or something. You know, its there just in case something goes wrong."
"How could I not have noticed a missing page?!"
"Well, maybe besides the fact the pages aren't numbered. I mean, I only noticed cause I didn't find the fall back..."
"There's no hope...", Draco slouched back in his chair, his eyes open wide in shock.
"Oh, and I can't read all of the potions effects. Its all faded... Don't they have a newer version of this?"
"Hermione, you're missing the point. I'm doomed...."
"No you're not. We just have to find another copy of the book."
"How long will that take?", Draco asked, mentally thinking about the worst answers possible. A year, forever...
"No clue!"
"Thanks Hermione...", Draco said , his voice drowned in sarcasm. Draco squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep out what was happening.
"No problem Draco."
(there, hope it was good for you.... review now, cause I love you)