Disclaimer: I don't own this, I actually don't really want to either.
Warning: I've come to find that it is customary for warnings to be placed on slash fiction, so I am of course indulging in this act. However, I must say that if you don't like Harry/Draco slash you really shouldn't be searching under the Harry and Draco category, I mean that's why it was created right? For our beautiful and exquisite homoerotic fantasies…right? Right?!
It had all started a few years prior, and as was the way with most things between them, Draco had been the instigator.
He had been watching Harry for days, hours, since the start of term.
Potter was on a downward spiral, that was very clear to Draco, he didn't eat properly, he didn't appear to be sleeping either, and his friends seemed worried.
So Draco had approached him, cornered him in an empty hallway really.
And he had…he had…he had…
He had gripped Harry by the shoulders in that dark corridor and slammed him hard against the wall and kissed him. He had kissed him in a shockingly violent manner, managing to draw blood even before he spoke.
"Potter you taste of pain," he had whispered roughly in the other boy's ear before turning abruptly on his heel and leaving a stunned young man in his wake.
Harry had collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched Draco retreat. Six hours later when Draco returned he was still there.
"Potter," Draco greeted calmly.
"Shut up," Harry responded dully.
"Tell me you haven't been sitting here for six hours," Draco drawled.
"Malfoy shut up."
The lack of malice in Potter's startling and Draco realized that he would have to take a bit more action than he had prior.
"Get up Potter," Draco commanded only to have Potter continue to stare blankly up at him, green eyes devoid of emotion.
Draco sighed and bent down to pull the other boy to his feet, appalled at the lack of weight and resistance.
"I don't have the energy for this Malfoy, whatever game it is that you have decided to play, I don't want to," Harry informed him in a horrifically resigned manner.
"Are you cold Potter?" Draco asked with concern.
"Pardon?" Harry responded in confusion, struggling suddenly against Draco's increasingly firm grip.
"I asked if you were cold," Draco repeated patiently. "It's 3 a.m. now and you've been sitting on that floor since at least nine, I'm not entirely certain how long you were there prior to that but judging by your mysterious absence at dinner I will simply take it upon myself to assume that you were here."
"Are you stalking me Malfoy?"
"In a manner of speaking Potter, yes I'm stalking you, but in doing so I am observing your well being and interfering when I feel it is necessary, well ideally that is how my system works."
"Oh my fucking god this is an intervention!" Harry cried in amazement, thin face lightning up at the realization.
"Potter," Draco warned.
"No, this is too good, the Malfoy heir concerned for my well being! This really must be some kind of distorted parodied dream," Harry mocked.
Draco scowled and pressed Harry back up against the wall. "Don't you think it odd that I am the only one to notice your behaviour Potter? Don't you find it even the slightest bit odd?" Draco demanded, black clad body mere inches from Harry's.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer," Harry retorted.
"And if I were to say that I wasn't your enemy Potter?" here Draco paused. "What would you do? Have I upset the delicate balance upon which you have constructed your world? They have taught you to view us with a childlike simplicity in which we all play our parts, are immediately typecast upon our first appearance. They're manipulating us Potter, like puppets. I cannot play this game anymore Potter, I can't play the petty school rivalry, it's killing me."
Draco's breath smelled liked mint whereas the rest of him smelled of something expensive with an undertone of cigarette smoke.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he regarded Draco as something more than just a rival for the first time, as a person.
Harry's hand reached out instinctively to touch the soft cotton of Draco's shirt, to seek out smooth white flesh, anything.
Before Draco could so much as blink he found himself pressed against the frigid corridor wall, Potter's slight advantage in height working to its full potential. Draco hadn't expected that, his eyes widened as he struggled against the rising panic triggered by his loss of control.
"Malfoy." Harry's words brushed along Draco's skin and he tightened his arms around himself protectively.
He still wasn't fully recovered from his illness, what had he been thinking approaching Potter twice in one evening, especially when both of them were so obviously emotionally unstable.
"So we call it a truce Malfoy? We just disregard years of rivalry? Is it really that simple?"
"Yes," it was a firm and weighty proclamation that slipped past Draco's lips.
"You better not be saying this just to get in my pants Malfoy," Harry warned.
"Potter you're the one holding me against a wall," Draco pointed out with a smirk.
"I never said I wasn't trying to get into you're pants."
"Not tonight Potter, maybe some other time, I really haven't the energy."
There was a strange aura of desolation that surrounded Draco and all that Harry could make of it was wrongness. Harry's brain was virtually screaming at him that something was wrong with Malfoy.
"It's not something that you want to know Potter so please don't ask."
"But I…" Harry began only to be quickly cut off.
"I know you can feel it… I…I…I'm mildly empathic I suppose you could say and sometimes my emotions bleed into the atmosphere, well it's like that with everyone but you usually can't tell… but…within close confines it can sometimes be hard to miss."
"So you feel emotions?"
"Not really. I'm not an empath…I…I just have tendencies. It's rather sporadic but I'm supposed to be able to get a fairly clear reading through touch sometimes if I concentrate, but I wouldn't know… Not very demonstrative," Draco attempted to clarify as he began to feel increasingly uncomfortable, pressed against the wall as he was.
"You seemed quite demonstrative earlier," Harry pointed out with a raised eyebrow.
Draco sighed platinum hair falling into his eyes.
"There's more to this than you're letting on Malfoy isn't there?"
AN: I got reviews…. wow…. that's…so…demonstrative of you! I think I like this whole review system… I've gotten a new home, staked myself out a bench in the redwood forest, kicking it with the banana slugs, quite the thrill. I have a lot more of this written, so if you want it just ask. If you have any questions feel free to ask, I know it's fairly confusing at first but that was kind of my points. Oh yes and for the reviewer that asked, schematics can be a type of plan, but that isn't necessarily what I meant by the title, don't worry so much about it.
Thank you review people!
