Title: Abounding Sorrow and Plentiful Happiness
Authour: The Unknown Star
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco comes back into Harry's life when Harry almost kills him.
Disclaimer: sI own them all, of course./s, there not mine, duh...
Notes: Please review, please please.
~Abounding Sorrow-Chapter 2~
"Malfoy! Malfoy! Come on Malfoy, don't be dead!" Harry screamed, looking down into the rolled back eyes of the blonde laying motionless on the ground. He then checked Malfoy's throat for a pulse and was relieved to find one. Harry was scared to move the victim of his driving stupidity (one of the many faults Harry had), and so he put him in a full body bind using his wand which he had brought in case he needed to blow something up to relieve his anger.
"What the fuck?" Malfoy said when all of his limbs snatched together tightly. He looked up at Harry and seemed alarmed or maybe just pissed off at being hit by Lord Potter.
"You're alive!" Harry said, but still was panicked at the sight of blood streaming from a head injury.
"Of course I am alive. Malfoys don't die from car crashes, they just get hurt." Malfoy said, though the pride in his voice was weak. "Now if you will just remove this hex from me, and heal my head wound, I will be fine."
"Oh, right," Harry said, and took out his wand and closed the head injury. The blood was still coagulated in the fine silken hair. Feeling his concussion disappear, Malfoy tried to get up, but realized that other parts of his body were hurt.
"Fuck! You almost made me bleed to death AND you broke my beautiful leg and arm." Malfoy said, somehow staying aristocratically demeaning throughout this whole ordeal.
"I did kinda hit you hard." Harry said.
"No shit! Now, do you know the spells to heal my broken bones?"
"Well, I can fix you arm and leg, but I think that you also have a few cracked ribs which I am not qualified to fix. I could take you to a mediwitch."
"NO!" Malfoy said. "Malfoys never need to see mediwitches. Just heal what you can and I will just have to recover the normal, muggle way. Slowly." He said this as if he was disgusted with the idea, which he probably was.
Harry did as he was told. Then he waited while Malfoy sat up, gingerly feeling his chest for damage. He stood and winced at the pain in his left leg that was still there despite having had the bone healed. "Damn, you must have hit me hard. Well, whatever. I guess you will have to take care of me until I am better. I always did want to have you as my personal slave."
Harry turned toward Malfoy, "I am not now, nor will I ever be your slave. You need to know that. I'm only gonna stay with you until you're better, then I am out. So, do you live around here?"
"Yeah. I live that way," he said as he pointed his right index finger toward a small house. He winced with the pain the small gesture caused. "This is going to be a painful few weeks with you, I can tell."
Harry cursed inwardly when Malfoy mentioned 'weeks'.
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"Harry! Harry!" Malfoy yelled up the stairs.
Harry came running down the stairs, concern written on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I can't reach the remote." Malfoy stated, whining like a little child.
"THAT'S ALL?!? You scared me to death the way you were yelling! I thought you were dying or something." Harry said, simultaneously angry at Malfoy for scaring him, and embarrassed that he got worked up so easily.
"Well, I needed the remote to change the channel. This season of American Idol sucks, now that they got rid of Amy. I miss Clay. Have you ever watched AI, Harry?"
"No, I never had the time, practicing my ass off to stay principle clarinet. And since when do you call me Harry?"
"Hmm...I don't know. I guess I just got used to you."
"I've only been here two days. Definitely not enough time to get used to someone you spent seven years hating." Harry said, wondering what was different about Malfoy. "Well, actually, I never hated you. But, in first year, when you refused to accept my friendship, well no one does that to a Malfoy. I had to keep face and therefore made you life a living Hell. But now we are both adults and I don't have a name or reputation to keep. Now that my father is dead, I don't have to do things to please him." Malfoy had never seemed so sincere. Harry decided to take this as an almost apology and move on.
He handed Malfoy the remote, making a mental note to start calling him Draco, and sat down on the comfortable couch. "So Draco," Harry began, noticing the way Draco seemed to brighten when Harry called him by his first name. "I was wondering, why did you move out here, to New York? To the United States?"
"Well," Draco began, finding it hard to admit this, "because of you." There, simple enough, not to long giving the chance to stumble.
Harry started. "What? For me. What do you mean, and how did you know I was here?"
"Well, to answer the last question first, I was kinda stalking you I guess. So, I put a charm on your wand that acts like a homing device." Noticing that Harry seemed slightly confused, and a little uncomfortable, Draco decided to further explain. "See, every wizard has a sort of magical fingerprint, but most are too weak to be distinct. However, you are a powerful enough wizard to have a very strong and unique imprint. Only two other wizards had magic as strong as yours and they are dead."
Harry guessed that the other two wizards were likely Dumbledor and Voldemort. "And why would you want to stalk me? And since when?"
"Well, since mid-sixth year when I realized that I li-" Draco faltered.
Harry tried to complete the sentence, curious just what Draco wouldn't say. "That you li- lime. Light. Lithe."
Harry's guesses were ridiculous so Draco stopped them with the correct answer. "Liked you," he said softly. Harry's eyes just opened wide and he stared. "Yes, Harry. I like you," Draco added, not realizing that he had not used past tense.
"You-you, you like me? Why? I'm ugly. Not a beautiful like you." Harry blushed at the admission that he thought Draco was beautiful.
"Harry, your hotness lies in the fact that you are totally dreamy without noticing it. Your hair is the messy look that so many try to achieve with hair products but you have naturally. And, now that Vol...you-know-who is dead, and the scar disappeared, you have a gorgeous complexion." Draco was blushing almost as red as Ron used to blush.
Harry just stayed silent. Then he took Draco's hand. When he felt Draco tense a little, he almost snatched his hand away to pretend it never happen, but as he started to move, Draco entwined his fingers with Harry. Draco never was one for a slow developing relationship. Draco was looking directly into Harry's green eyes. Harry then, taking the gesture as permission to move on, leaned in and kissed Draco's luscious lips.
The kiss started out innocently enough, with lips barely meeting. But then Draco's tongue was licking Harry's lips begging them to part and when they did, the two men's' tongues met and started a battling for dominance. In the end, Harry won, being stronger and the kiss lasted for maybe a few seconds, maybe an hour. Neither man knew.
Draco was the one to pull away, seeming out of breath. Even though he had mastered the art of breathing through his nose while making out (yes the rumors of Draco, the Slytherin sex god were true), he had forgotten how to do this when kissing Harry. Somehow, Harry made his mind go blank.
Harry seemed both a little shocked and completely satisfied. He had his arms at his sides and Draco took the opportunity to use him as a pillow. When Draco had lain his head on Harry's chest, Harry wrapped his arms around him. The men slept through the night like this.
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A/N-American Idol is owned by Fox Television Network. Although I plan to compete next year, it isn't mine...Yet.
Authour: The Unknown Star
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco comes back into Harry's life when Harry almost kills him.
Disclaimer: sI own them all, of course./s, there not mine, duh...
Notes: Please review, please please.
~Abounding Sorrow-Chapter 2~
"Malfoy! Malfoy! Come on Malfoy, don't be dead!" Harry screamed, looking down into the rolled back eyes of the blonde laying motionless on the ground. He then checked Malfoy's throat for a pulse and was relieved to find one. Harry was scared to move the victim of his driving stupidity (one of the many faults Harry had), and so he put him in a full body bind using his wand which he had brought in case he needed to blow something up to relieve his anger.
"What the fuck?" Malfoy said when all of his limbs snatched together tightly. He looked up at Harry and seemed alarmed or maybe just pissed off at being hit by Lord Potter.
"You're alive!" Harry said, but still was panicked at the sight of blood streaming from a head injury.
"Of course I am alive. Malfoys don't die from car crashes, they just get hurt." Malfoy said, though the pride in his voice was weak. "Now if you will just remove this hex from me, and heal my head wound, I will be fine."
"Oh, right," Harry said, and took out his wand and closed the head injury. The blood was still coagulated in the fine silken hair. Feeling his concussion disappear, Malfoy tried to get up, but realized that other parts of his body were hurt.
"Fuck! You almost made me bleed to death AND you broke my beautiful leg and arm." Malfoy said, somehow staying aristocratically demeaning throughout this whole ordeal.
"I did kinda hit you hard." Harry said.
"No shit! Now, do you know the spells to heal my broken bones?"
"Well, I can fix you arm and leg, but I think that you also have a few cracked ribs which I am not qualified to fix. I could take you to a mediwitch."
"NO!" Malfoy said. "Malfoys never need to see mediwitches. Just heal what you can and I will just have to recover the normal, muggle way. Slowly." He said this as if he was disgusted with the idea, which he probably was.
Harry did as he was told. Then he waited while Malfoy sat up, gingerly feeling his chest for damage. He stood and winced at the pain in his left leg that was still there despite having had the bone healed. "Damn, you must have hit me hard. Well, whatever. I guess you will have to take care of me until I am better. I always did want to have you as my personal slave."
Harry turned toward Malfoy, "I am not now, nor will I ever be your slave. You need to know that. I'm only gonna stay with you until you're better, then I am out. So, do you live around here?"
"Yeah. I live that way," he said as he pointed his right index finger toward a small house. He winced with the pain the small gesture caused. "This is going to be a painful few weeks with you, I can tell."
Harry cursed inwardly when Malfoy mentioned 'weeks'.
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"Harry! Harry!" Malfoy yelled up the stairs.
Harry came running down the stairs, concern written on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I can't reach the remote." Malfoy stated, whining like a little child.
"THAT'S ALL?!? You scared me to death the way you were yelling! I thought you were dying or something." Harry said, simultaneously angry at Malfoy for scaring him, and embarrassed that he got worked up so easily.
"Well, I needed the remote to change the channel. This season of American Idol sucks, now that they got rid of Amy. I miss Clay. Have you ever watched AI, Harry?"
"No, I never had the time, practicing my ass off to stay principle clarinet. And since when do you call me Harry?"
"Hmm...I don't know. I guess I just got used to you."
"I've only been here two days. Definitely not enough time to get used to someone you spent seven years hating." Harry said, wondering what was different about Malfoy. "Well, actually, I never hated you. But, in first year, when you refused to accept my friendship, well no one does that to a Malfoy. I had to keep face and therefore made you life a living Hell. But now we are both adults and I don't have a name or reputation to keep. Now that my father is dead, I don't have to do things to please him." Malfoy had never seemed so sincere. Harry decided to take this as an almost apology and move on.
He handed Malfoy the remote, making a mental note to start calling him Draco, and sat down on the comfortable couch. "So Draco," Harry began, noticing the way Draco seemed to brighten when Harry called him by his first name. "I was wondering, why did you move out here, to New York? To the United States?"
"Well," Draco began, finding it hard to admit this, "because of you." There, simple enough, not to long giving the chance to stumble.
Harry started. "What? For me. What do you mean, and how did you know I was here?"
"Well, to answer the last question first, I was kinda stalking you I guess. So, I put a charm on your wand that acts like a homing device." Noticing that Harry seemed slightly confused, and a little uncomfortable, Draco decided to further explain. "See, every wizard has a sort of magical fingerprint, but most are too weak to be distinct. However, you are a powerful enough wizard to have a very strong and unique imprint. Only two other wizards had magic as strong as yours and they are dead."
Harry guessed that the other two wizards were likely Dumbledor and Voldemort. "And why would you want to stalk me? And since when?"
"Well, since mid-sixth year when I realized that I li-" Draco faltered.
Harry tried to complete the sentence, curious just what Draco wouldn't say. "That you li- lime. Light. Lithe."
Harry's guesses were ridiculous so Draco stopped them with the correct answer. "Liked you," he said softly. Harry's eyes just opened wide and he stared. "Yes, Harry. I like you," Draco added, not realizing that he had not used past tense.
"You-you, you like me? Why? I'm ugly. Not a beautiful like you." Harry blushed at the admission that he thought Draco was beautiful.
"Harry, your hotness lies in the fact that you are totally dreamy without noticing it. Your hair is the messy look that so many try to achieve with hair products but you have naturally. And, now that Vol...you-know-who is dead, and the scar disappeared, you have a gorgeous complexion." Draco was blushing almost as red as Ron used to blush.
Harry just stayed silent. Then he took Draco's hand. When he felt Draco tense a little, he almost snatched his hand away to pretend it never happen, but as he started to move, Draco entwined his fingers with Harry. Draco never was one for a slow developing relationship. Draco was looking directly into Harry's green eyes. Harry then, taking the gesture as permission to move on, leaned in and kissed Draco's luscious lips.
The kiss started out innocently enough, with lips barely meeting. But then Draco's tongue was licking Harry's lips begging them to part and when they did, the two men's' tongues met and started a battling for dominance. In the end, Harry won, being stronger and the kiss lasted for maybe a few seconds, maybe an hour. Neither man knew.
Draco was the one to pull away, seeming out of breath. Even though he had mastered the art of breathing through his nose while making out (yes the rumors of Draco, the Slytherin sex god were true), he had forgotten how to do this when kissing Harry. Somehow, Harry made his mind go blank.
Harry seemed both a little shocked and completely satisfied. He had his arms at his sides and Draco took the opportunity to use him as a pillow. When Draco had lain his head on Harry's chest, Harry wrapped his arms around him. The men slept through the night like this.
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A/N-American Idol is owned by Fox Television Network. Although I plan to compete next year, it isn't mine...Yet.
