Chapter Six-- What's Happening to me?
Harry felt around in the grass for the metal chisel. He had remembered that he hadn't grabbed it when Draco was helping him. His hair blew lightly in the night's soft air which kissed his skin lightly. He gasped in surprise as a hand touched his cheek.
"Your not out here to try to kill yourself are you, Potter?" Draco's voice came out softer then usual, and Harry stood up studying the boy closely.
"If you were, I could always bring you to the dark lord and have him do it for you. You know, to save you the trouble and all." Harry rolled his eyes. He should have known better then to expect Draco to be nice.
"Go away Malfoy."
"No."
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Yes. Leave me be." He crouched down and resumed his search in the Grass.
"No." Malfoy's voice came out louder and more forceful. Harry turned and looked at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Why?"
In response, all Draco did was reach into his cloak pocket. Pulling his hand out, the metal gleamed in the light. He twirled it in his long pale fingers.
"Looking for this?"
"Give it to me." Harry reached for it, but Draco pulled his hand back suddenly.
"No. Not if your going to hurt yourself again."
"Why the hell should you care?"
"I shouldn't," Stated Draco matter-of-factly. "But that doesn't mean I don't."
Harry smirked. "A Malfoy? Capable of emotions? Nah." He decided a piece of metal wasn't worth a duel over. His eyes darted to the sky for a moment, and then back to Draco. The moon light was shining heavenly over the two boys. Harry stepped closer to Draco, and brushed his way past him on his way to the Castle.
Suddenly, Draco reached out and grabbed Harry by the wrist.
"Don't go."
This made Harry even more confused then before. What was wrong with Draco?
"Maybe I'm crazier then I thought, but did you just tell me not to go?" Asked Harry.
"Your not that crazy, and yes you heard me right." Draco's hand dropped, and he walked over to the apple tree near the lake. He leaned his back against the tree's trunk, and slid down to the ground. The gryffindor slowly made his way over to the enemy, walking suspiciously slow as if he thought Draco was suddenly going to pounce at him.
Harry draped his arm over a near by branch, and looked down at Draco. He didn't know why he was staying, but he did regardless of his brain.
"I'm sorry."
Harry made a look of pure surprise as he kneeled down to his enemy.
"What?"
"I said I'm sorry. You know.. For that day in the Robe shop." Draco let out a deep breath, "And for every day sense then."
Harry stared at the moon blankly. What was happening? Was he dreaming? He had to be.. Draco couldn't actually be saying these things, could he?
Harry sat next to Draco, unsure of the closeness. He suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
Draco turned to look into the eyes of the boy who lived. His eyes seemed to bore into his very soul.. Like he was suddenly an open book, waiting to be read.
He offered a weak smile to Harry. "What, are you expecting me to try cursing you into oblivion?"
Harry was surprised when he didn't see any hate in Draco's eyes. Just something he couldn't identify.. Maybe it was humanity?
"Mm, something like that."
The two boys were now shoulder to shoulder. Both staring out on the lake, which the moon was reflecting on.
"Can I ask you something Potter?"
"Mm sure."
"Why?" Draco paused for a moment as Harry turned to him, a breath caught in his chest and he finally mustered up enough courage to finish. "I mean.. why did you cut yourself?"
"A lot of reasons.. My life has felt so empty lately.." Harry's voice was soft, and he hadn't the vaguest clue to why he was telling Draco this. "I guess I've just been depressed lately, and felt the need to make sure I was still alive."
Draco momentarily thought about asking why, but decided against it when he saw the grief in Harry's eyes. He could plainly tell it wasn't something the boy wanted to talk about any further.
The moment and realization of where he was, and who he was with, finally caught up with Draco and he found himself doing the unspeakable. He leaned subconsciously towards Harry, their lips now a few mere inches from each others.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest and his breath caught in his chest. Draco's lips pressed hungrily against Harry's lips.
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Authors Note: Mwahahahaha.. As you can tell, I found my muse. I know that chapter was a little.. Err.. Fluffy, but live with it. Review if you want me to continue!!
Teaser--
An aching dread formed in Draco's heart. What did he think he was doing? Kissing Potter! He had known for a long time that he wasn't attracted only to the other sex, but for gods sake! This was Potter! Pulling away, Draco mumbled his apologies.
Harry just stared at him, and the dread inside him of what he had just done grew and grew until Harry spoke…
Harry felt around in the grass for the metal chisel. He had remembered that he hadn't grabbed it when Draco was helping him. His hair blew lightly in the night's soft air which kissed his skin lightly. He gasped in surprise as a hand touched his cheek.
"Your not out here to try to kill yourself are you, Potter?" Draco's voice came out softer then usual, and Harry stood up studying the boy closely.
"If you were, I could always bring you to the dark lord and have him do it for you. You know, to save you the trouble and all." Harry rolled his eyes. He should have known better then to expect Draco to be nice.
"Go away Malfoy."
"No."
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Yes. Leave me be." He crouched down and resumed his search in the Grass.
"No." Malfoy's voice came out louder and more forceful. Harry turned and looked at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Why?"
In response, all Draco did was reach into his cloak pocket. Pulling his hand out, the metal gleamed in the light. He twirled it in his long pale fingers.
"Looking for this?"
"Give it to me." Harry reached for it, but Draco pulled his hand back suddenly.
"No. Not if your going to hurt yourself again."
"Why the hell should you care?"
"I shouldn't," Stated Draco matter-of-factly. "But that doesn't mean I don't."
Harry smirked. "A Malfoy? Capable of emotions? Nah." He decided a piece of metal wasn't worth a duel over. His eyes darted to the sky for a moment, and then back to Draco. The moon light was shining heavenly over the two boys. Harry stepped closer to Draco, and brushed his way past him on his way to the Castle.
Suddenly, Draco reached out and grabbed Harry by the wrist.
"Don't go."
This made Harry even more confused then before. What was wrong with Draco?
"Maybe I'm crazier then I thought, but did you just tell me not to go?" Asked Harry.
"Your not that crazy, and yes you heard me right." Draco's hand dropped, and he walked over to the apple tree near the lake. He leaned his back against the tree's trunk, and slid down to the ground. The gryffindor slowly made his way over to the enemy, walking suspiciously slow as if he thought Draco was suddenly going to pounce at him.
Harry draped his arm over a near by branch, and looked down at Draco. He didn't know why he was staying, but he did regardless of his brain.
"I'm sorry."
Harry made a look of pure surprise as he kneeled down to his enemy.
"What?"
"I said I'm sorry. You know.. For that day in the Robe shop." Draco let out a deep breath, "And for every day sense then."
Harry stared at the moon blankly. What was happening? Was he dreaming? He had to be.. Draco couldn't actually be saying these things, could he?
Harry sat next to Draco, unsure of the closeness. He suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
Draco turned to look into the eyes of the boy who lived. His eyes seemed to bore into his very soul.. Like he was suddenly an open book, waiting to be read.
He offered a weak smile to Harry. "What, are you expecting me to try cursing you into oblivion?"
Harry was surprised when he didn't see any hate in Draco's eyes. Just something he couldn't identify.. Maybe it was humanity?
"Mm, something like that."
The two boys were now shoulder to shoulder. Both staring out on the lake, which the moon was reflecting on.
"Can I ask you something Potter?"
"Mm sure."
"Why?" Draco paused for a moment as Harry turned to him, a breath caught in his chest and he finally mustered up enough courage to finish. "I mean.. why did you cut yourself?"
"A lot of reasons.. My life has felt so empty lately.." Harry's voice was soft, and he hadn't the vaguest clue to why he was telling Draco this. "I guess I've just been depressed lately, and felt the need to make sure I was still alive."
Draco momentarily thought about asking why, but decided against it when he saw the grief in Harry's eyes. He could plainly tell it wasn't something the boy wanted to talk about any further.
The moment and realization of where he was, and who he was with, finally caught up with Draco and he found himself doing the unspeakable. He leaned subconsciously towards Harry, their lips now a few mere inches from each others.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest and his breath caught in his chest. Draco's lips pressed hungrily against Harry's lips.
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Authors Note: Mwahahahaha.. As you can tell, I found my muse. I know that chapter was a little.. Err.. Fluffy, but live with it. Review if you want me to continue!!
Teaser--
An aching dread formed in Draco's heart. What did he think he was doing? Kissing Potter! He had known for a long time that he wasn't attracted only to the other sex, but for gods sake! This was Potter! Pulling away, Draco mumbled his apologies.
Harry just stared at him, and the dread inside him of what he had just done grew and grew until Harry spoke…