DISCLAIMER: I own not the characters or the settings (minus- Darcey
Fate and Alexis), but I do own the plot.
*Harry's POV*
I was walking to the library when I saw, on the side of the hall just ahead, the back of a blonde boy. Slender arms wrapped themselves around his waist. There was no doubt that it was Draco. I'd know that blonde hair anywhere. He was kissing someone that wasn't me! I silently cried. I was too petrified to do anything but stand there stupidly and watch as my boyfriend kissed another person. He turned and saw me. A look of guilt shown in his beautiful gray eyes.
I did what I should have done in the first place, what any one in my position would do. I fled.
I knew it had been Darcey. I saw her hair, and those piercing blue eyes. She was a lot better looking than I was. I really do not see what Draco claims he sees in me.
How long has he been seeing her behind my back?
A jealous rage overtook me.
Some how, I had found my way back to me own dorm room. I hissed loudly for Alexis.
She slithered into the room. "What?" she asked politely.
We had become very close in the past two weeks. She was a good pet. She was also very amusing to have conversations with.
"I need you to do something for me." I basically pleaded.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to attack someone."
"Are you sure you can't find any other way to solve your issues? I do not want you to get in trouble."
"Don't worry about me. I want you to attack a seventh year Slytherin. I assume you know where the dungeons are?" She nodded. "Good. She's kind of short, has reddish hair, and blue eyes. Can you handle that?" I asked.
I was fuming. How dare that bitch take my man!
Alexis started to slither away, but turned back to look at me.
"Are you sure you've thought this through?"
"Just make sure no body sees you. I don't want you to injure her too badly... Just enough to scare her." I really wish she'd drop dead, but I can't risk getting caught
She nodded and left the room.
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Draco sat in a chair in his dormitory. He felt sick at the thought of Harry. He knew he had hurt the other boy possibly beyond repair. He would never forgive himself for not pushing Darcey off of him the moment her lips touched his. He was disgusted with himself. The look on Harry's face had been devastating.
Ever since the first night they made love Draco had known that Harry and him were predestined. They were soul mates. Draco had never before believed such nonsense. Though, ever since that blissful moment of Harry calling out his name, of utter completeness, Draco knew that Harry and him were meant to be together. That they would have to work everything out because Draco now knew that he would never be able to live without Harry's messy raven hair, his intense green eyes, his soft, sweet touch, or the love that they both shared. Harry was his one, his love, his Golden Boy.
Draco's vision blurred and his eyelids got incredibly heavy. He staggered his way to his bed and fell against the fluffy, inviting pillows. Within seconds he was far from the world in an uneasy sleep.
Draco soon awoke to a high pitched scream. It seemed to be coming from the girls' dorm. Without hesitation, he leapt from bed. Destination: Girl's dormitories. He was, after all, a Slytherin prefect. It was his duty.
The screams seemed to be coming from the seventh year room. He walked through the threshold and was shocked to find
Darcey up on a table looking terrified at a snake that was trying to make it's way up the leg of the table.
He recognized the snake. It was the snake that he had gotten Harry for Christmas.
It was Alexis.
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"What the hell is this?" Draco said, bustling into Harry's dorm. (A/N: That's right, he knows the password.)
Harry calmly looked up. Draco was holding Alexis up. Harry could hear her screams as she tried to escape Draco's grasp. "It looks like a snake. And stop holding her like that, it's hurting her," said Harry coolly, not missing a beat.
"Are you that stupid as to send Alexis to scare the bloody daylights out of someone you don't like. You could have seriously got in trouble. And you could have seriously hurt Darcey."
"I don't give a shit about that wench! She can rot in hell for all I care! I hate her." Harry was turning red with anger. "And I hate you. Get the fuck out. Out of this room and out of my life!"
"You don't really mean that, do you?" Draco gazed longingly into Harry's eyes. The emotion he found in them were so intense he had to turn away.
Harry didn't speak. He couldn't speak. Draco had sounded so desperate.
After a few minutes of the awkward silence Draco summoned all his courage and took a step towards Harry. Their eyes met once again.
Harry lowered his head to look at the ground. "Just go," he whispered.
If Harry had looked up, he would have caught a glimpse of the very evident tears pouring down Draco's face as he turned to leave.
He heard the door close and was finally alone to wallow in his own misery. He crawled into his bed and silently started to cry.
He heard a light tapping on his door. "Go away," he said, voice muffled by his pillows. The door opened and he could only guess it was Hermione. She was the only one that would have knocked.
"Harry are you okay? I just saw Draco in the common room and he was-"
Harry cut her off. "I don't want to talk about him right now, Hermione." His voice was strained and his eyes were puffy.
"What happened?" she asked softly, trying not to anger him.
"I just want to be left alone right now. Please?" She nodded and left. His face returned to the pillows and he cried himself to sleep.
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On Monday morning Harry dragged himself to breakfast. He had stayed in bed the previous day and not eaten any meals since... He didn't even want to remind himself. Every time he did, All the pain came back.
He entered the Great Hall with his head down and sped towards the Gryffindor table. The urge to see Draco became too great, and looked up. After all, who would noticed if he got one glance at the other boy?
Draco looked absolutely dreadful. He had obviously not gotten any sleep the night before. He was wearing all black and the state of his hair did not go unnoticed. It looked as though he had completely forgotten he had hair. It was messy and all over the place. Very unusual for Malfoy standards. Draco was staring at his plate, trying to keep his eyes off of Harry. Harry held back a sob, as he too became very interested in his food.
He felt someone pat his arm. He looked to his right to find Hermione with a worried expression on her face.
"Hermione, I-"
"Whenever you're ready, Harry," He gave her a weak smile and continued eating.
"So Harry, what happened? Why did Draco walk out of the dorm last night crying?" Harry looked up to find Seamus sitting across from him.
"Malfoy doesn't cry," said Harry, disbelieving.
"Back to using last names? Did you guys get in a fight?" asked Dean almost too happily.
"Why can't everyone just leave me alone for once? I'm tired of being the center of attention.
You all make me sick with your dependency! I've got an idea! Why don't you go fight Voldemort? I'm sure you'd get all the chicks you could ever want, and you could stay the fuck away from me!" Harry yelled and quickly lost his appetite. He ran all the way to him dormitory , where he could fume in silence.
Did Draco really cry? He had never witnessed a single tear escape the blonde before. In fact, Harry remembered Draco once telling him that, as a Malfoy, he wasn't even supposed to. He couldn't even show any other emotion.
Harry was pacing his room when Neville came into the room.
"Harry? What happened?" he said softly.
Harry spilled the whole story. It was pointless to resist Neville. He was like Harry's little brother. And he had become a lot calmer over the years and easier to talk to.
"And so I told him I hated him and wanted him to stay out of my life." Harry finished.
Neville looked thoughtful for a second. "That's why he looked so upset yesterday." Neville concluded.
"Was he really crying?"
"It was hard to tell, but he was." There was a long pause. "Harry?" Neville asked. "You don't suppose that this was just a big
misunderstanding, do you?"
"I really don't see how it could be. She had her arms around him and they were k-kissing for quite a while." Harry started to cry again.
"Maybe you should talk to him. You obviously miss him. And I'm guessing that he misses you. Why else would he cry in front of a bunch of Gryffindorks like us." Neville said, imitating Draco towards the end.
"I can't talk to him." Harry sighed.
"And why not?"
"No matter how he feels, what he did was still wrong. He h-hurt me." Harry stuttered.
"I'm not saying that you should get back together, just that you should talk to him. Did you even see him at breakfast this
morning. He looked so torn up. And you aren't looking any better. As much as I hate to admit it... You two need each other. If
not for your sanity, then at least for sex because you both need it." Neville laughed.
"Fine, I'll try and talk to him."
"I wish you luck, Harry." Neville stepped out of the room to let Harry do some much needed thinking.
Harry got up and walked over to where his book bag lay and took out a piece of parchment and a quill.
Draco-
We need to talk. Meet me in the room at eight tonight.
-Harry
Short and to the point. There wasn't much need for anything else. He tied the parchment to Hedwigs leg. All he had to do now, was wait.
The minutes felt like hours, and Harry was getting more and more impatient. After what seemed like forever, it was finally seven
thirty and he headed toward the room of requirement. He got there about ten minutes early, but when he walked in, Draco was
already there waiting for him.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Draco asked, looking at the floor.
Harry was still trying to take in Draco's haggard appearance. His hair hung, unbrushed, down to right above his neck. He wore
dark jeans and a black tee shirt. His silver eyes were dulled with a sadness that Harry had never seen in them before.
"We need to sort this out." Harry sighed as he sat on the opposite side of the couch that Draco was on.
Draco pretended to be clue less. "Sort what out?"
"Us. It can't end like this. I was being completely irrational the other night. I just don't understand why you would go and kiss
Darcey when things were going so well between us."
Draco scooted closer to Harry on the couch and reached for his hand. "It wasn't planned, it just happened. I wish I could go
back in time and prevent it from ever happening, but I can't. I guess you'll just have to trust me when I say that I love you and
only you. What I don't understand is how you, mister high and mighty, would try an attack on another student."
"I had to defend what was mine. She threatened our relationship and I acted on impulse."
"I appreciate that you care, but please don't do anything like that again. I was so scared that a teacher would find out and try to
expel you. Then you broke up with me and I was devastated. I couldn't eat or sleep. All I knew was, you were gone and I had
nothing left to live for."
"Oh my god Draco," Harry sighed.
"What?"
"Please promise me that if anything were to happen to me, that you wont try to hurt yourself."
Draco looked at the cushion beneath him. "I promise."
"Look at me and say it. I very much doubt the cushion cares."
Draco looked at Harry's deep emerald eyes. "I promise I will protect you, no matter what. But, if I were to fail, I will not harm
myself over the grief."
Harry kissed him softly and led him into bed.
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Later that year, Voldemort and his Death Eaters marched into the school of ready students and professors. Snape had informed the school of Voldemort's plan and fought for the side of good. There were many casualties such as Blaise Zambini, Lavender Brown, Zacharias Smith, Vincent Crabbe, Ron Weasley, and several others. Draco had stuck by his word and protected Harry as much as he could. But the final battle was a battle Harry had to face alone. In the end, good prevailed and Voldemort was demolished.
There were celebrations all throughout the wizarding world.
After graduation, Harry and Draco settled down in a nice flat in London. Harry got a job as an auror while Draco took over as DADA teacher at Hogwarts.
Hermione had realized her feelings for a certain redhead. Her and Ginny had moved to Paris after school.
Darcey had become a fashion designer and lived somewhere in the Americas.
Neville had becomes assistant to the Minister if Magic, who was now Dumbledore.
McGonagall took over as Headmaster.
Two years after the defeat of The Dark Lord, Filch had a bad run-in with the giant squid, and was eaten very slowly and painfully.
THE END
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A/N: Hey, so I'm done. I might make a sequel, but I'm not sure if it's too good. Please review and tell me what you think, good or bad.
*Harry's POV*
I was walking to the library when I saw, on the side of the hall just ahead, the back of a blonde boy. Slender arms wrapped themselves around his waist. There was no doubt that it was Draco. I'd know that blonde hair anywhere. He was kissing someone that wasn't me! I silently cried. I was too petrified to do anything but stand there stupidly and watch as my boyfriend kissed another person. He turned and saw me. A look of guilt shown in his beautiful gray eyes.
I did what I should have done in the first place, what any one in my position would do. I fled.
I knew it had been Darcey. I saw her hair, and those piercing blue eyes. She was a lot better looking than I was. I really do not see what Draco claims he sees in me.
How long has he been seeing her behind my back?
A jealous rage overtook me.
Some how, I had found my way back to me own dorm room. I hissed loudly for Alexis.
She slithered into the room. "What?" she asked politely.
We had become very close in the past two weeks. She was a good pet. She was also very amusing to have conversations with.
"I need you to do something for me." I basically pleaded.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to attack someone."
"Are you sure you can't find any other way to solve your issues? I do not want you to get in trouble."
"Don't worry about me. I want you to attack a seventh year Slytherin. I assume you know where the dungeons are?" She nodded. "Good. She's kind of short, has reddish hair, and blue eyes. Can you handle that?" I asked.
I was fuming. How dare that bitch take my man!
Alexis started to slither away, but turned back to look at me.
"Are you sure you've thought this through?"
"Just make sure no body sees you. I don't want you to injure her too badly... Just enough to scare her." I really wish she'd drop dead, but I can't risk getting caught
She nodded and left the room.
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Draco sat in a chair in his dormitory. He felt sick at the thought of Harry. He knew he had hurt the other boy possibly beyond repair. He would never forgive himself for not pushing Darcey off of him the moment her lips touched his. He was disgusted with himself. The look on Harry's face had been devastating.
Ever since the first night they made love Draco had known that Harry and him were predestined. They were soul mates. Draco had never before believed such nonsense. Though, ever since that blissful moment of Harry calling out his name, of utter completeness, Draco knew that Harry and him were meant to be together. That they would have to work everything out because Draco now knew that he would never be able to live without Harry's messy raven hair, his intense green eyes, his soft, sweet touch, or the love that they both shared. Harry was his one, his love, his Golden Boy.
Draco's vision blurred and his eyelids got incredibly heavy. He staggered his way to his bed and fell against the fluffy, inviting pillows. Within seconds he was far from the world in an uneasy sleep.
Draco soon awoke to a high pitched scream. It seemed to be coming from the girls' dorm. Without hesitation, he leapt from bed. Destination: Girl's dormitories. He was, after all, a Slytherin prefect. It was his duty.
The screams seemed to be coming from the seventh year room. He walked through the threshold and was shocked to find
Darcey up on a table looking terrified at a snake that was trying to make it's way up the leg of the table.
He recognized the snake. It was the snake that he had gotten Harry for Christmas.
It was Alexis.
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"What the hell is this?" Draco said, bustling into Harry's dorm. (A/N: That's right, he knows the password.)
Harry calmly looked up. Draco was holding Alexis up. Harry could hear her screams as she tried to escape Draco's grasp. "It looks like a snake. And stop holding her like that, it's hurting her," said Harry coolly, not missing a beat.
"Are you that stupid as to send Alexis to scare the bloody daylights out of someone you don't like. You could have seriously got in trouble. And you could have seriously hurt Darcey."
"I don't give a shit about that wench! She can rot in hell for all I care! I hate her." Harry was turning red with anger. "And I hate you. Get the fuck out. Out of this room and out of my life!"
"You don't really mean that, do you?" Draco gazed longingly into Harry's eyes. The emotion he found in them were so intense he had to turn away.
Harry didn't speak. He couldn't speak. Draco had sounded so desperate.
After a few minutes of the awkward silence Draco summoned all his courage and took a step towards Harry. Their eyes met once again.
Harry lowered his head to look at the ground. "Just go," he whispered.
If Harry had looked up, he would have caught a glimpse of the very evident tears pouring down Draco's face as he turned to leave.
He heard the door close and was finally alone to wallow in his own misery. He crawled into his bed and silently started to cry.
He heard a light tapping on his door. "Go away," he said, voice muffled by his pillows. The door opened and he could only guess it was Hermione. She was the only one that would have knocked.
"Harry are you okay? I just saw Draco in the common room and he was-"
Harry cut her off. "I don't want to talk about him right now, Hermione." His voice was strained and his eyes were puffy.
"What happened?" she asked softly, trying not to anger him.
"I just want to be left alone right now. Please?" She nodded and left. His face returned to the pillows and he cried himself to sleep.
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On Monday morning Harry dragged himself to breakfast. He had stayed in bed the previous day and not eaten any meals since... He didn't even want to remind himself. Every time he did, All the pain came back.
He entered the Great Hall with his head down and sped towards the Gryffindor table. The urge to see Draco became too great, and looked up. After all, who would noticed if he got one glance at the other boy?
Draco looked absolutely dreadful. He had obviously not gotten any sleep the night before. He was wearing all black and the state of his hair did not go unnoticed. It looked as though he had completely forgotten he had hair. It was messy and all over the place. Very unusual for Malfoy standards. Draco was staring at his plate, trying to keep his eyes off of Harry. Harry held back a sob, as he too became very interested in his food.
He felt someone pat his arm. He looked to his right to find Hermione with a worried expression on her face.
"Hermione, I-"
"Whenever you're ready, Harry," He gave her a weak smile and continued eating.
"So Harry, what happened? Why did Draco walk out of the dorm last night crying?" Harry looked up to find Seamus sitting across from him.
"Malfoy doesn't cry," said Harry, disbelieving.
"Back to using last names? Did you guys get in a fight?" asked Dean almost too happily.
"Why can't everyone just leave me alone for once? I'm tired of being the center of attention.
You all make me sick with your dependency! I've got an idea! Why don't you go fight Voldemort? I'm sure you'd get all the chicks you could ever want, and you could stay the fuck away from me!" Harry yelled and quickly lost his appetite. He ran all the way to him dormitory , where he could fume in silence.
Did Draco really cry? He had never witnessed a single tear escape the blonde before. In fact, Harry remembered Draco once telling him that, as a Malfoy, he wasn't even supposed to. He couldn't even show any other emotion.
Harry was pacing his room when Neville came into the room.
"Harry? What happened?" he said softly.
Harry spilled the whole story. It was pointless to resist Neville. He was like Harry's little brother. And he had become a lot calmer over the years and easier to talk to.
"And so I told him I hated him and wanted him to stay out of my life." Harry finished.
Neville looked thoughtful for a second. "That's why he looked so upset yesterday." Neville concluded.
"Was he really crying?"
"It was hard to tell, but he was." There was a long pause. "Harry?" Neville asked. "You don't suppose that this was just a big
misunderstanding, do you?"
"I really don't see how it could be. She had her arms around him and they were k-kissing for quite a while." Harry started to cry again.
"Maybe you should talk to him. You obviously miss him. And I'm guessing that he misses you. Why else would he cry in front of a bunch of Gryffindorks like us." Neville said, imitating Draco towards the end.
"I can't talk to him." Harry sighed.
"And why not?"
"No matter how he feels, what he did was still wrong. He h-hurt me." Harry stuttered.
"I'm not saying that you should get back together, just that you should talk to him. Did you even see him at breakfast this
morning. He looked so torn up. And you aren't looking any better. As much as I hate to admit it... You two need each other. If
not for your sanity, then at least for sex because you both need it." Neville laughed.
"Fine, I'll try and talk to him."
"I wish you luck, Harry." Neville stepped out of the room to let Harry do some much needed thinking.
Harry got up and walked over to where his book bag lay and took out a piece of parchment and a quill.
Draco-
We need to talk. Meet me in the room at eight tonight.
-Harry
Short and to the point. There wasn't much need for anything else. He tied the parchment to Hedwigs leg. All he had to do now, was wait.
The minutes felt like hours, and Harry was getting more and more impatient. After what seemed like forever, it was finally seven
thirty and he headed toward the room of requirement. He got there about ten minutes early, but when he walked in, Draco was
already there waiting for him.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Draco asked, looking at the floor.
Harry was still trying to take in Draco's haggard appearance. His hair hung, unbrushed, down to right above his neck. He wore
dark jeans and a black tee shirt. His silver eyes were dulled with a sadness that Harry had never seen in them before.
"We need to sort this out." Harry sighed as he sat on the opposite side of the couch that Draco was on.
Draco pretended to be clue less. "Sort what out?"
"Us. It can't end like this. I was being completely irrational the other night. I just don't understand why you would go and kiss
Darcey when things were going so well between us."
Draco scooted closer to Harry on the couch and reached for his hand. "It wasn't planned, it just happened. I wish I could go
back in time and prevent it from ever happening, but I can't. I guess you'll just have to trust me when I say that I love you and
only you. What I don't understand is how you, mister high and mighty, would try an attack on another student."
"I had to defend what was mine. She threatened our relationship and I acted on impulse."
"I appreciate that you care, but please don't do anything like that again. I was so scared that a teacher would find out and try to
expel you. Then you broke up with me and I was devastated. I couldn't eat or sleep. All I knew was, you were gone and I had
nothing left to live for."
"Oh my god Draco," Harry sighed.
"What?"
"Please promise me that if anything were to happen to me, that you wont try to hurt yourself."
Draco looked at the cushion beneath him. "I promise."
"Look at me and say it. I very much doubt the cushion cares."
Draco looked at Harry's deep emerald eyes. "I promise I will protect you, no matter what. But, if I were to fail, I will not harm
myself over the grief."
Harry kissed him softly and led him into bed.
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Later that year, Voldemort and his Death Eaters marched into the school of ready students and professors. Snape had informed the school of Voldemort's plan and fought for the side of good. There were many casualties such as Blaise Zambini, Lavender Brown, Zacharias Smith, Vincent Crabbe, Ron Weasley, and several others. Draco had stuck by his word and protected Harry as much as he could. But the final battle was a battle Harry had to face alone. In the end, good prevailed and Voldemort was demolished.
There were celebrations all throughout the wizarding world.
After graduation, Harry and Draco settled down in a nice flat in London. Harry got a job as an auror while Draco took over as DADA teacher at Hogwarts.
Hermione had realized her feelings for a certain redhead. Her and Ginny had moved to Paris after school.
Darcey had become a fashion designer and lived somewhere in the Americas.
Neville had becomes assistant to the Minister if Magic, who was now Dumbledore.
McGonagall took over as Headmaster.
Two years after the defeat of The Dark Lord, Filch had a bad run-in with the giant squid, and was eaten very slowly and painfully.
THE END
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A/N: Hey, so I'm done. I might make a sequel, but I'm not sure if it's too good. Please review and tell me what you think, good or bad.