Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter series or what not but I do own the new Moi Dix Mois album. And it's very good as well, although it does sound a lot like Malice Mizer in a mix of Gackt era meirvelles and Klaha era. As well as the vocalist does sound a whole lot like Klaha. Of course this is probably just showing how much of an influence Mana-sama had while in Malice Mizer. Anyway I just felt the urge to ramble about some j-rock for a bit. **sweat drop**
Ah what a joy to get reviews. I was gonna wait to post this but I'm actually ahead [I have chapter six done as well] so I see no problem in posting this now and the good reviews made me very happy. And I suppose this happiness leads me to update quicker... Anyway I'm pretty happy about having five chapters and only one flame which was by an extremely young and naive girl. I guess I feel a little weird about all these seemingly pre-teens rambling about why they don't like my fic. Not to be down on any of my young reviewers.. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Pyrefly: Don't worry, when I said completed I meant the chapter, not the story. Haha, they haven't even had sex yet and how could I end it without that! Hehehe, in any case I don't know how long this is gonna be or if I'm gonna go for a sad or a joyful ending but we shall see. Thanks for reviewing!
Minerva4: You think my writing is superb!? ::blushes:: Arigato gozaimasu! I didn't even know that I had a plot and was getting nervous about that but thanks! I'm glad now that there is one and it's actually not that bad, hehe!
Malfoyrage: Thanks for reviewing! Im glad you enjoy it!
Lampshadesrgreat: Yeah, no one ever responded to my reviews either and it always pissed me off. But in any case I'm glad you like it!
Voltor: I'm glad you really liked it and I'm so happy that you put me on your favourite stories list. Hehe, I feel so honored, thanks!
Rose: Haha, well let's see I will give you a chocolate covered Draco if you can figure out the pattern of the titles to my chapters. If you read the A/N's at the beginning they may help in figuring it out! Until then I'm glad you enjoy and keep reading!
Frito The Great: I'm glad you liked it, I'll keep reading yours!
Chapter five: "Powder Snow"
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"Well Harry, it's been just about a week of working with Malfoy and your nearly done. I don't know how you survived!"
"Actually 'Mione, I thought it was going to be really bad at first but with the truce we formed and all... it wasn't that bad."
"You're joking!" Ron exclaimed appearing from what seemed out of no where, "You're friends with Draco Malfoy now!?"
Harry actually blushed now though he couldn't really explain why. "I'm not friends with him Ron, we just have been civil and that has helped greatly in making progress with the project."
"And you guys have never spoken about your personal life, or anything that might touch on the topic of having you two become friends?" Hermione asked innocently enough with a raised eyebrow which received a large chuckle from Ron.
"Why do you want to know so bad if he's friends with Malfoy now? Do you think Harry might hook you two up?", Ron enquired snorting again as Hermione turned a light shade of red.
"Well," Harry began with a bit of a smile, "I don't think you have too much of a chance with him Hermione. He's... well, he's gay."
Ron's eye grew wide with disgust as Hermione opened her mouth slightly in shock.
"You two must have gotten somewhat close for him to tell you that," Hermione stated.
"Well, yeah I mean we do talk occasionally about some personal subjects."
"Wait. H-He's gay? That's revolting!" Ron exclaimed while making a face.
"What's so bad about being gay!?" Harry said suddenly extremely defensive and a little angry.
"Harry," Hermione asked slowly, "Are *you* gay?"
"That's none of your damn business!" Harry hissed with sudden anger and embarrassment as he took his books and headed out of the library.
Harry stumbled out of the door and headed down the hallway towards Draco's room. They had decided to finish up the project today and Harry agreed upon completing it in the Slytherin's room.. Harry needed to calm down though before he arrived at Draco's door. He was angry at the his nosy friends and the calm way Hermione asked him that question as if it weren't a big deal. How could she
ask him something he didn't even know the answer to himself. Harry already had enough on his mind with all the turbulent emotions that had been encircling him lately, the last thing he needed was to be wondering if he was gay. And even worse if he had a crush on Draco Malfoy... WHOA, where did that come from Harry wondered. He didn't even know how he came across such a thought.
"Of course I don't have a crush on Draco Malfoy," he whispered to himself in the empty hallway.
They weren't even really friends. It didn't make any sense at all, they were just enemies a week ago. Sure they had been civil to eachother and even made conversation. Hell, when they were both in the mood they actually had good conversations. When Draco dropped his guard he would be surprisingly nice and tell Harry about a few things that bothered him, things that he liked, disliked. And even now and then Harry felt the slightest bit comfortable sharing his feelings with the Slytherin. It was nice to speak to someone who he could tell was hurt as well. Of course Draco would never admit he wasn't feeling the happiest, but Harry could see it when their eyes met and locked. When his icy silver-grey eyes met with Harry's and the way Draco's graceful pale face would soften slightly under the other boys scrutiny, his body quite fit from quidditch ... What was Harry thinking!? He didn't think of Draco that way, no he didn't and that wasn't even relevant to his train of thoughts. After convincing himself of that he went to go knock on the door but he saw that it was already slightly open and Harry could hear voices inside. Peeking in slightly without being seen he saw Draco and his father Lucius Malfoy talking, or rather auguring.
"Father it's just a potions project! And it's almost over as well!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice to me boy! I still don't like the idea of you having to work with Harry Potter. I will be make sure that something like this never happens again."
"It's not that ba-"
"I told you not to answer me back! I won't take this from you. You listen to me and follow everything I say. I do not appreciate this new side of you that has appeared suddenly; this side which has doubt in me. I will not tolerate it any longer! Do you understand!?"
Harry could hear a painstakingly long silence where even the fervent beat of his heart was deafening to his ears. But the silence lasted only a few moments before it was broken with a loud smacking noise. Before Harry could see anything he could hear Lucius heading towards the door; quickly Harry hid himself so that the Slytherin's father could not spot him while departing. As soon as Lucius was out of sight Harry ran into the room to find Draco on the floor, his delicate hand to his pale face, where a deep crimson liquid dripped nearly elegantly making a stark contrast against the boy's light skin. Obviously his father had slapped him, and rather hard for that matter for it had broken his skin and the blood was quite visible as it flowed slowly over Draco's hand where he had it placed over his cheek. Harry went to pull Draco's hand away so he could see the wound better and perhaps use a quick spell to heal it but he only had his hand a few inches from Draco's face when the blonde slytherin spoke.
"Don't touch me...," he hissed his silver eyes glaring dangerously at Harry.
Harry stood there speechless, surprised and nearly moved from the fear and hurt he saw deep within Draco's eyes. Harry couldn't help but be drawn to this new side of Draco, seeing him so vulnerable and miserable like that, lying on the floor while the dark blood spread over his white powder snow face. It was hopelessly enticing and Harry found himself ignoring the Slytherin's words and instead moving closer to the boy.
"Draco," the boy's name becoming much easier to say after the week they had worked together, "Please let me heal the cut."
"I can do it myself, I don't need your help!"
Draco moved away from Harry and took his wand muttering a few words causing the bloody bruise to disappear. He stayed silent, his silver eyes ablaze mixed with embarrassment and anger knowing that Harry had witnessed most, if not all, of the previous events.
"Draco, you shouldn't let your father treat you like that. You need to stand up for yourself."
"You don't understand Potter, you never will. It's not that simple, you don't even know me."
Harry sighed and in spite of himself let one of his walls fall. "So let me."
"Let you what?" Draco raised an elegant brow.
"Let me know you, the real you. The side of Draco that sometimes you let out when we are alone. When you smile sincerely and actually laugh, the side of you when I can detect some hurt in your eyes, concern, the side of you that your so afraid to let anyone else see. I wanna know that Draco, I want you to show him to me. I want you to drop this act that you are so cold and don't care for a thing because deep down I know that you are capable of feelings."
Draco took in a sharp breath at everything Harry just said. It was true they actually found that, despite their quite contrasting differences, they did get along fairly well with eachother, though he knew neither of them would admit it. And yet here stood the boy who lived nearly pleading with Draco to be friends with him. There had to be something wrong here.
"Though your offer is quite interesting I must decline. I don't have or need friends Potter," Draco said coldly his eyes of ice flashing into Harry's eyes of green fire.
"You know that's not true Draco, whether you want to admit it or not we have been what you may call friends this past week, and as much as a arrogant conceited git you are I still have enjoyed it. I can tell you've been through some stuff in your past. You do need someone to help you through it, won't you even except my friendship?"
Draco stared once more cooly at the dark-haired boy and tried to remain with this emotionless mask. But it was painfully hard to do so. He hated himself for thinking this way, for being so weak, for actually wanting Harry's friendship, his help more than anything at the moment. But he couldn't trust him could he? Malfoy's didn't trust... they couldn't. That was a weakness. And yet seeing Harry's forest green eyes filled with concern and something else that Draco couldn't quite decipher, he didn't mind being weak, at least not for the moment.
"I suppose I could."
Harry pure and innocent bright smile was enough to break Draco's heart right there but he held himself together. Seeing Draco was still on the floor, Harry took his slightly tanned hand and offered it to the Slytherin who in turn placed his pale one into Harry's the lighter skin tone contrasting against the other boy's. They both felt a jolt go through them as their hands touched and Harry pulled Draco off the floor even though Draco was most likely a bit stronger than him. Still Draco could feel his heart pounding at the slight physical contact that he and Harry had just made and saw that Harry must be feeling the same by the light flush the had crept into Harry's face. Harry quickly removed his hand from Draco's.
"And Draco... one more thing..."
"Yes?"
"Please try to stop calling me Potter."
There was a slight smile on the blonde Slytherin's face. "Sure Harry..."
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Again pitifully here comes a painless end.
What makes me do this ?
Coming closer to hell again
The season I found you is surrounded by pure white snow,
We warmed each other's bodies numb with the cold in the shadow of a
parting that was to someday come.
Bury me deeper, close these eyes, until I can't move at all
Until I no longer remember visions of you laughing softly.
Looking at the growing number of scars,
I wonder if I will be taken with my degraded self ?
The season I found you is surrounded by pure white snow,
We consoled each other through our loneliness.
We gave up on forever but...
Bury me deeper, close these eyes, until I can't move at all
Because this cold blooded beast will just continue to scream here.
Hate me utterly, let me continue to live on inside of you.
Someday this gouged out memory will melt like the powder snow
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Damn! I suppose there is a first time for everything and I couldn't help but for once not use an original poem. It's just that this song fit really nice, not so much with the chapter but the story in general so I must say that those lyrics above are not written by me [grrrrr] but rather a quite lovely song called "Powder Snow" by Pierrot. Anyway please review and everyone's favourite is coming soon.... slash!
~*~ And just one more thing... I would like to congratulate Dat Phan from "Last Comic Standing" for winning last night! He really deserved it and of course as a big fan I voted as many times as possible and forced everyone I knew to do the same! YAY FOR DAT!
Ah what a joy to get reviews. I was gonna wait to post this but I'm actually ahead [I have chapter six done as well] so I see no problem in posting this now and the good reviews made me very happy. And I suppose this happiness leads me to update quicker... Anyway I'm pretty happy about having five chapters and only one flame which was by an extremely young and naive girl. I guess I feel a little weird about all these seemingly pre-teens rambling about why they don't like my fic. Not to be down on any of my young reviewers.. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Pyrefly: Don't worry, when I said completed I meant the chapter, not the story. Haha, they haven't even had sex yet and how could I end it without that! Hehehe, in any case I don't know how long this is gonna be or if I'm gonna go for a sad or a joyful ending but we shall see. Thanks for reviewing!
Minerva4: You think my writing is superb!? ::blushes:: Arigato gozaimasu! I didn't even know that I had a plot and was getting nervous about that but thanks! I'm glad now that there is one and it's actually not that bad, hehe!
Malfoyrage: Thanks for reviewing! Im glad you enjoy it!
Lampshadesrgreat: Yeah, no one ever responded to my reviews either and it always pissed me off. But in any case I'm glad you like it!
Voltor: I'm glad you really liked it and I'm so happy that you put me on your favourite stories list. Hehe, I feel so honored, thanks!
Rose: Haha, well let's see I will give you a chocolate covered Draco if you can figure out the pattern of the titles to my chapters. If you read the A/N's at the beginning they may help in figuring it out! Until then I'm glad you enjoy and keep reading!
Frito The Great: I'm glad you liked it, I'll keep reading yours!
Chapter five: "Powder Snow"
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"Well Harry, it's been just about a week of working with Malfoy and your nearly done. I don't know how you survived!"
"Actually 'Mione, I thought it was going to be really bad at first but with the truce we formed and all... it wasn't that bad."
"You're joking!" Ron exclaimed appearing from what seemed out of no where, "You're friends with Draco Malfoy now!?"
Harry actually blushed now though he couldn't really explain why. "I'm not friends with him Ron, we just have been civil and that has helped greatly in making progress with the project."
"And you guys have never spoken about your personal life, or anything that might touch on the topic of having you two become friends?" Hermione asked innocently enough with a raised eyebrow which received a large chuckle from Ron.
"Why do you want to know so bad if he's friends with Malfoy now? Do you think Harry might hook you two up?", Ron enquired snorting again as Hermione turned a light shade of red.
"Well," Harry began with a bit of a smile, "I don't think you have too much of a chance with him Hermione. He's... well, he's gay."
Ron's eye grew wide with disgust as Hermione opened her mouth slightly in shock.
"You two must have gotten somewhat close for him to tell you that," Hermione stated.
"Well, yeah I mean we do talk occasionally about some personal subjects."
"Wait. H-He's gay? That's revolting!" Ron exclaimed while making a face.
"What's so bad about being gay!?" Harry said suddenly extremely defensive and a little angry.
"Harry," Hermione asked slowly, "Are *you* gay?"
"That's none of your damn business!" Harry hissed with sudden anger and embarrassment as he took his books and headed out of the library.
Harry stumbled out of the door and headed down the hallway towards Draco's room. They had decided to finish up the project today and Harry agreed upon completing it in the Slytherin's room.. Harry needed to calm down though before he arrived at Draco's door. He was angry at the his nosy friends and the calm way Hermione asked him that question as if it weren't a big deal. How could she
ask him something he didn't even know the answer to himself. Harry already had enough on his mind with all the turbulent emotions that had been encircling him lately, the last thing he needed was to be wondering if he was gay. And even worse if he had a crush on Draco Malfoy... WHOA, where did that come from Harry wondered. He didn't even know how he came across such a thought.
"Of course I don't have a crush on Draco Malfoy," he whispered to himself in the empty hallway.
They weren't even really friends. It didn't make any sense at all, they were just enemies a week ago. Sure they had been civil to eachother and even made conversation. Hell, when they were both in the mood they actually had good conversations. When Draco dropped his guard he would be surprisingly nice and tell Harry about a few things that bothered him, things that he liked, disliked. And even now and then Harry felt the slightest bit comfortable sharing his feelings with the Slytherin. It was nice to speak to someone who he could tell was hurt as well. Of course Draco would never admit he wasn't feeling the happiest, but Harry could see it when their eyes met and locked. When his icy silver-grey eyes met with Harry's and the way Draco's graceful pale face would soften slightly under the other boys scrutiny, his body quite fit from quidditch ... What was Harry thinking!? He didn't think of Draco that way, no he didn't and that wasn't even relevant to his train of thoughts. After convincing himself of that he went to go knock on the door but he saw that it was already slightly open and Harry could hear voices inside. Peeking in slightly without being seen he saw Draco and his father Lucius Malfoy talking, or rather auguring.
"Father it's just a potions project! And it's almost over as well!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice to me boy! I still don't like the idea of you having to work with Harry Potter. I will be make sure that something like this never happens again."
"It's not that ba-"
"I told you not to answer me back! I won't take this from you. You listen to me and follow everything I say. I do not appreciate this new side of you that has appeared suddenly; this side which has doubt in me. I will not tolerate it any longer! Do you understand!?"
Harry could hear a painstakingly long silence where even the fervent beat of his heart was deafening to his ears. But the silence lasted only a few moments before it was broken with a loud smacking noise. Before Harry could see anything he could hear Lucius heading towards the door; quickly Harry hid himself so that the Slytherin's father could not spot him while departing. As soon as Lucius was out of sight Harry ran into the room to find Draco on the floor, his delicate hand to his pale face, where a deep crimson liquid dripped nearly elegantly making a stark contrast against the boy's light skin. Obviously his father had slapped him, and rather hard for that matter for it had broken his skin and the blood was quite visible as it flowed slowly over Draco's hand where he had it placed over his cheek. Harry went to pull Draco's hand away so he could see the wound better and perhaps use a quick spell to heal it but he only had his hand a few inches from Draco's face when the blonde slytherin spoke.
"Don't touch me...," he hissed his silver eyes glaring dangerously at Harry.
Harry stood there speechless, surprised and nearly moved from the fear and hurt he saw deep within Draco's eyes. Harry couldn't help but be drawn to this new side of Draco, seeing him so vulnerable and miserable like that, lying on the floor while the dark blood spread over his white powder snow face. It was hopelessly enticing and Harry found himself ignoring the Slytherin's words and instead moving closer to the boy.
"Draco," the boy's name becoming much easier to say after the week they had worked together, "Please let me heal the cut."
"I can do it myself, I don't need your help!"
Draco moved away from Harry and took his wand muttering a few words causing the bloody bruise to disappear. He stayed silent, his silver eyes ablaze mixed with embarrassment and anger knowing that Harry had witnessed most, if not all, of the previous events.
"Draco, you shouldn't let your father treat you like that. You need to stand up for yourself."
"You don't understand Potter, you never will. It's not that simple, you don't even know me."
Harry sighed and in spite of himself let one of his walls fall. "So let me."
"Let you what?" Draco raised an elegant brow.
"Let me know you, the real you. The side of Draco that sometimes you let out when we are alone. When you smile sincerely and actually laugh, the side of you when I can detect some hurt in your eyes, concern, the side of you that your so afraid to let anyone else see. I wanna know that Draco, I want you to show him to me. I want you to drop this act that you are so cold and don't care for a thing because deep down I know that you are capable of feelings."
Draco took in a sharp breath at everything Harry just said. It was true they actually found that, despite their quite contrasting differences, they did get along fairly well with eachother, though he knew neither of them would admit it. And yet here stood the boy who lived nearly pleading with Draco to be friends with him. There had to be something wrong here.
"Though your offer is quite interesting I must decline. I don't have or need friends Potter," Draco said coldly his eyes of ice flashing into Harry's eyes of green fire.
"You know that's not true Draco, whether you want to admit it or not we have been what you may call friends this past week, and as much as a arrogant conceited git you are I still have enjoyed it. I can tell you've been through some stuff in your past. You do need someone to help you through it, won't you even except my friendship?"
Draco stared once more cooly at the dark-haired boy and tried to remain with this emotionless mask. But it was painfully hard to do so. He hated himself for thinking this way, for being so weak, for actually wanting Harry's friendship, his help more than anything at the moment. But he couldn't trust him could he? Malfoy's didn't trust... they couldn't. That was a weakness. And yet seeing Harry's forest green eyes filled with concern and something else that Draco couldn't quite decipher, he didn't mind being weak, at least not for the moment.
"I suppose I could."
Harry pure and innocent bright smile was enough to break Draco's heart right there but he held himself together. Seeing Draco was still on the floor, Harry took his slightly tanned hand and offered it to the Slytherin who in turn placed his pale one into Harry's the lighter skin tone contrasting against the other boy's. They both felt a jolt go through them as their hands touched and Harry pulled Draco off the floor even though Draco was most likely a bit stronger than him. Still Draco could feel his heart pounding at the slight physical contact that he and Harry had just made and saw that Harry must be feeling the same by the light flush the had crept into Harry's face. Harry quickly removed his hand from Draco's.
"And Draco... one more thing..."
"Yes?"
"Please try to stop calling me Potter."
There was a slight smile on the blonde Slytherin's face. "Sure Harry..."
*****************************************************
Again pitifully here comes a painless end.
What makes me do this ?
Coming closer to hell again
The season I found you is surrounded by pure white snow,
We warmed each other's bodies numb with the cold in the shadow of a
parting that was to someday come.
Bury me deeper, close these eyes, until I can't move at all
Until I no longer remember visions of you laughing softly.
Looking at the growing number of scars,
I wonder if I will be taken with my degraded self ?
The season I found you is surrounded by pure white snow,
We consoled each other through our loneliness.
We gave up on forever but...
Bury me deeper, close these eyes, until I can't move at all
Because this cold blooded beast will just continue to scream here.
Hate me utterly, let me continue to live on inside of you.
Someday this gouged out memory will melt like the powder snow
********************************************************************
Damn! I suppose there is a first time for everything and I couldn't help but for once not use an original poem. It's just that this song fit really nice, not so much with the chapter but the story in general so I must say that those lyrics above are not written by me [grrrrr] but rather a quite lovely song called "Powder Snow" by Pierrot. Anyway please review and everyone's favourite is coming soon.... slash!
~*~ And just one more thing... I would like to congratulate Dat Phan from "Last Comic Standing" for winning last night! He really deserved it and of course as a big fan I voted as many times as possible and forced everyone I knew to do the same! YAY FOR DAT!