Chapter 3: This Is What I Want
Draco caught a glimpse of Harry as he boarded the scarlet train. i Maybe, I should talk to him? /i he thought. And then he felt like he needed a hit. So, he made his way to the first empty compartment he saw and took out a needle. Then, in case he did talk to Harry, he stopped. And, quite suddenly, he saw Harry. Not Harry surrounded by his henchmen. But just by himself. He started to walk into Draco's compartment. His heart was beating at top speed now.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked.
"I don't care, Potter!" Draco said. Why couldn't he be nicer?
Harry sat down and put his stuff away. "So, um, did you have a nice summer?" he asked.
"Why do you care?!" Draco sneered. Still not being nice.
"I don't know. I was just making conversation."
"Well, for your information, Potter, I did have a wonderful summer. With my iwizarding family/i!"
"Oh." Harry said. Draco noticed he was looking at the door, longingly, as if to leave.
"How was your summer?" Draco asked, cautiously.
Harry seemed surprised but said, "It was fine." And smiled. Draco tried to smile back. But couldn't. So he reached for a magazine but the bruises from heroin and his father's beating showed on his arms. Harry looked at them, shocked, for a moment. Then, Draco realized what he had done, and pulled his arm back. His pale face was now glowing red.
"What happened there?" Harry asked. He really did look concerned.
"Why do you care? It's none of your business! And why are you here, Potter?" he suddenly demanded.
"I don't know." Harry said, "I'll just leave then?" His eyes looked into Draco's and then Draco shifted his gaze. "All right, then." Harry said, "I'll see you at school." He walked out, leaving Draco alone. i I could have been nicer! /i he thought to himself. But it didn't matter now. It was too late. And Harry had had a glimpse of the little boy inside him. Couldn't really fix that could he? So he decided to snort some cocaine and then sleep the rest of the trip.
When they arrived at Hogwarts, he met up with Crabbe and Goyle. He truly hated those two oafs right then. But sat with them through the feast anyway. He didn't touch his food really. But he did stare at Harry. Who laughed and talked like nothing had happened between them. Of course Draco had read the rumors in the Daily Prophet. Everyone had. But it didn't matter to him. It seemed to matter to the Gryffindors though. Everyone was moving away from Harry. And the thing is, Draco knew that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. So, Harry wasn't lying for more fame. Sometimes, Draco hated him for his fame. His only fame was his family had been in Slytherin all its generations and of course, the Malfoy name. One of the closest servants of the Dark Lord. He was happy when the feast ended.
He decided to walk alone to the Dormitory. Then someone came running up along side him. "WAIT!" he yelled. The person was Harry.
"What do want, Potter?" Draco spat, "Shouldn't you be with all your fans?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" he pulled him behind a suit or armor, "I didn't come here to fight with you."
"Then why did you come?"
"Because I wanted to know what's on your arms. And where you got you black eye. And why I think you have bruises all over!"
Draco looked at him, "Why do you care, Potter-"
"I have a name you know! It's Harry."
"Fine, Harry, why do you care about me? Shouldn't you and all your fans be happy that Draco's hurt. 'Maybe he'll end up dead!'" Draco shouted.
"I don't want that." Harry said, quietly, after a pause.
"Then what do you want?! I know what I want." Draco pushed him up against the wall and put his face rather close to Harry's. "This is what I want." He said, softly and kissed him. To his surprise, Harry kissed him back. Draco felt that all his dreams were coming true. "This is what I want, too." Harry murmured.
"Wait," said Draco and he stopped kissing him and playfully teasing his erection. "Meet me somewhere, anywhere, tonight! Some empty class room. The one on the sixth floor, room 607! Alright?" He seemed in a hurry.
"All right!" Harry said and kissed him and Draco sprinted off. Then yelled back, "Midnight!" He wasn't sure if Harry had heard him or not. But he hoped he had. And then, when he had made it into the Common Room, Draco was suddenly afraid of what he had just asked of Harry. Maybe he could pretend it didn't happen and Harry had dreamed it all. Distraught, Draco, went to bed and decided not to go. He shot up twice before sleeping though.
Draco caught a glimpse of Harry as he boarded the scarlet train. i Maybe, I should talk to him? /i he thought. And then he felt like he needed a hit. So, he made his way to the first empty compartment he saw and took out a needle. Then, in case he did talk to Harry, he stopped. And, quite suddenly, he saw Harry. Not Harry surrounded by his henchmen. But just by himself. He started to walk into Draco's compartment. His heart was beating at top speed now.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked.
"I don't care, Potter!" Draco said. Why couldn't he be nicer?
Harry sat down and put his stuff away. "So, um, did you have a nice summer?" he asked.
"Why do you care?!" Draco sneered. Still not being nice.
"I don't know. I was just making conversation."
"Well, for your information, Potter, I did have a wonderful summer. With my iwizarding family/i!"
"Oh." Harry said. Draco noticed he was looking at the door, longingly, as if to leave.
"How was your summer?" Draco asked, cautiously.
Harry seemed surprised but said, "It was fine." And smiled. Draco tried to smile back. But couldn't. So he reached for a magazine but the bruises from heroin and his father's beating showed on his arms. Harry looked at them, shocked, for a moment. Then, Draco realized what he had done, and pulled his arm back. His pale face was now glowing red.
"What happened there?" Harry asked. He really did look concerned.
"Why do you care? It's none of your business! And why are you here, Potter?" he suddenly demanded.
"I don't know." Harry said, "I'll just leave then?" His eyes looked into Draco's and then Draco shifted his gaze. "All right, then." Harry said, "I'll see you at school." He walked out, leaving Draco alone. i I could have been nicer! /i he thought to himself. But it didn't matter now. It was too late. And Harry had had a glimpse of the little boy inside him. Couldn't really fix that could he? So he decided to snort some cocaine and then sleep the rest of the trip.
When they arrived at Hogwarts, he met up with Crabbe and Goyle. He truly hated those two oafs right then. But sat with them through the feast anyway. He didn't touch his food really. But he did stare at Harry. Who laughed and talked like nothing had happened between them. Of course Draco had read the rumors in the Daily Prophet. Everyone had. But it didn't matter to him. It seemed to matter to the Gryffindors though. Everyone was moving away from Harry. And the thing is, Draco knew that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back. So, Harry wasn't lying for more fame. Sometimes, Draco hated him for his fame. His only fame was his family had been in Slytherin all its generations and of course, the Malfoy name. One of the closest servants of the Dark Lord. He was happy when the feast ended.
He decided to walk alone to the Dormitory. Then someone came running up along side him. "WAIT!" he yelled. The person was Harry.
"What do want, Potter?" Draco spat, "Shouldn't you be with all your fans?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" he pulled him behind a suit or armor, "I didn't come here to fight with you."
"Then why did you come?"
"Because I wanted to know what's on your arms. And where you got you black eye. And why I think you have bruises all over!"
Draco looked at him, "Why do you care, Potter-"
"I have a name you know! It's Harry."
"Fine, Harry, why do you care about me? Shouldn't you and all your fans be happy that Draco's hurt. 'Maybe he'll end up dead!'" Draco shouted.
"I don't want that." Harry said, quietly, after a pause.
"Then what do you want?! I know what I want." Draco pushed him up against the wall and put his face rather close to Harry's. "This is what I want." He said, softly and kissed him. To his surprise, Harry kissed him back. Draco felt that all his dreams were coming true. "This is what I want, too." Harry murmured.
"Wait," said Draco and he stopped kissing him and playfully teasing his erection. "Meet me somewhere, anywhere, tonight! Some empty class room. The one on the sixth floor, room 607! Alright?" He seemed in a hurry.
"All right!" Harry said and kissed him and Draco sprinted off. Then yelled back, "Midnight!" He wasn't sure if Harry had heard him or not. But he hoped he had. And then, when he had made it into the Common Room, Draco was suddenly afraid of what he had just asked of Harry. Maybe he could pretend it didn't happen and Harry had dreamed it all. Distraught, Draco, went to bed and decided not to go. He shot up twice before sleeping though.