Physical
By: Trephinia "Slacker" Cealyn
A/N: I'm FORCING this one out. And I'm going to try and write it tonight (4/22) if it's posted anytime after 4/24 you have my permission to virtually SMACK me upside the head. Remember after 4/24 posting wise not your reading it wise.
Chapter 17 | I Want to Say All Those Things
Draco and Harry were getting along well, at least at face-value. They portrayed all outward signs of happiness and relative relationship bliss. However things were not all well in the land of Draco and Harry. They had tiny, almost constant, fights that were really insignificant on their own, but when stacked up beside other insignificant squabbles the bickering added up. It became a regular sight in the Hogwarts hallways to see Draco and Harry touching slightly, maybe even holding hands, but to their close friends, well to Ron and Hermione, things were amiss. They would pick at eachother about simple things. Ron found these arguments greatly amusing, Hermione and Ginny much less so.
Draco of course would get defensive about the whole thing if Hermione were to bring it up around him. He would start to attack her even though she would only be trying to help them. And Harry, well when not around Draco, Harry seemed positivly dismal. Ron could not snap him out of his pessimistic and depressed mood, not even a rousing game of Wizard chess would snap "The Boy Who Shagged Draco Malfoy" out of his lull. Ginny had other, seemingly more effective methods, one would be to cause a ginormous fight between Draco and Harry to get them to release the tension, which always ended in Draco storming out and Harry verging on suicidal, another Ginny-method would be to talk to each of them calmly and rationally getting them to talk about whatever bothered them about the other party agreeing, and commenting, on their complaints--which usually ended in Ginny crying as Draco chewed her out about "playing both sides." Ginny ceased interferance when Harry and Draco cornered her and told her, and I quote, "To mind your own fucking business."--Harry, and "Stay the fuck away from me Weasel-brat,"--Draco.
All in all it was a very uncomfortable, but interesting, time in the Hogwarts hallways.
Harry lightly played with Draco's hair, happy for that one moment the boy wasn't making snide remarks about his heritage, "Draco... do you... if there... something you need to get off your chest?"
"Harry have you been talking to Ginny again?" Draco asked testily.
Harry grimaced and shut his mouth, for a little while at least.
"Harry answer me." Draco demanded pulling away and turning to face his boyfriend.
Harry frowned and replied, "No." He paused and pursed his lips, "But you have been acting really nasty towards me."
"Oh Merlin Potter!" Draco hissed standing up, "Don't get all teary, emotional, and 'let's find out what's really bothering us' on me." Draco crossed his arms huffily and leaned against the school wall. They were outside during one of the free periods.
Harry looked down at his hands and was considering dropping the subject, but he really wanted to know what was wrong with Draco, "I'm not getting teary or emotional, but I do want to know what is bothering you. All you want to do is kiss and stuff. We never talk about things or just..."
"Talk about things," Draco scoffed cutting him off, "What is there to talk about? What's wrong with just wanting to kiss you?"
"Don't you want a relationship that isn't based on purely..."
"Don't feed me that garbage Harry." Draco said angrily. "You know this can't work out. You know as well as I do that Hermione and Ron are waiting for you to get bored with me and then they will stop pretending to be nice to me. You know it. So don't act like everything is all fine."
"Draco I thought you..."
"What? You thought I loved you? Well yeah I do but how far is love going to get us when I'm a Death Eater and you are off slaughtering them."
"You don't have to..."
"Harry I know what you are going to say. This is why we don't talk anymore, because we have nothing to talk about. This is why I only ever kiss you. I'm going to have to get married, probably to Pansy, I'm going to be a Death Eater, like my father, and we are going to end up fighting. That's the way the world works buddy."
"But it doesn't have to be that way."
"Maybe it doesn't in some sort of fantasy dreamland where I defy my father and then we can go and be happy or whatever. However, I'm concerned with staying alive and although that happy dreamland appeals to me it just isn't going to be reality, and don't feed me that crap about like 'let's make our own reality.' That bullshit isn't going to work on me. We aren't going to be together after Hogwarts, maybe even after this year, so you can either enjoy the time we have and not clutter it up with talking about things that will never happen, or we can just go our own separate ways now."
"Draco it doesn't..."
Draco cut him off again, "Dammit Potter." He yelled and turned away, "Look, I'm not saying I like that things are working out this way. I'm not saying I want them to be this way. All I'm saying is that yes I do love you but no it can't be like that forever. There is going to be a point where I'm going to have to forget about the love we have. If I don't I'm going to die. I'd rather be alive and remember the times we had then be dead and wish I was alive. I don't want to end up like Nick."
"Draco will you please let me finish a sentance."
Draco shook his head and turned around and walked into Harry's arms. "Could you just hold me really tight?" he whispered. Harry felt him shaking, "I just don't want to talk right now... okay?"
"Alright." Harry said holding onto Draco for all that he was worth, "We won't talk right now."
By: Trephinia "Slacker" Cealyn
A/N: I'm FORCING this one out. And I'm going to try and write it tonight (4/22) if it's posted anytime after 4/24 you have my permission to virtually SMACK me upside the head. Remember after 4/24 posting wise not your reading it wise.
Chapter 17 | I Want to Say All Those Things
Draco and Harry were getting along well, at least at face-value. They portrayed all outward signs of happiness and relative relationship bliss. However things were not all well in the land of Draco and Harry. They had tiny, almost constant, fights that were really insignificant on their own, but when stacked up beside other insignificant squabbles the bickering added up. It became a regular sight in the Hogwarts hallways to see Draco and Harry touching slightly, maybe even holding hands, but to their close friends, well to Ron and Hermione, things were amiss. They would pick at eachother about simple things. Ron found these arguments greatly amusing, Hermione and Ginny much less so.
Draco of course would get defensive about the whole thing if Hermione were to bring it up around him. He would start to attack her even though she would only be trying to help them. And Harry, well when not around Draco, Harry seemed positivly dismal. Ron could not snap him out of his pessimistic and depressed mood, not even a rousing game of Wizard chess would snap "The Boy Who Shagged Draco Malfoy" out of his lull. Ginny had other, seemingly more effective methods, one would be to cause a ginormous fight between Draco and Harry to get them to release the tension, which always ended in Draco storming out and Harry verging on suicidal, another Ginny-method would be to talk to each of them calmly and rationally getting them to talk about whatever bothered them about the other party agreeing, and commenting, on their complaints--which usually ended in Ginny crying as Draco chewed her out about "playing both sides." Ginny ceased interferance when Harry and Draco cornered her and told her, and I quote, "To mind your own fucking business."--Harry, and "Stay the fuck away from me Weasel-brat,"--Draco.
All in all it was a very uncomfortable, but interesting, time in the Hogwarts hallways.
Harry lightly played with Draco's hair, happy for that one moment the boy wasn't making snide remarks about his heritage, "Draco... do you... if there... something you need to get off your chest?"
"Harry have you been talking to Ginny again?" Draco asked testily.
Harry grimaced and shut his mouth, for a little while at least.
"Harry answer me." Draco demanded pulling away and turning to face his boyfriend.
Harry frowned and replied, "No." He paused and pursed his lips, "But you have been acting really nasty towards me."
"Oh Merlin Potter!" Draco hissed standing up, "Don't get all teary, emotional, and 'let's find out what's really bothering us' on me." Draco crossed his arms huffily and leaned against the school wall. They were outside during one of the free periods.
Harry looked down at his hands and was considering dropping the subject, but he really wanted to know what was wrong with Draco, "I'm not getting teary or emotional, but I do want to know what is bothering you. All you want to do is kiss and stuff. We never talk about things or just..."
"Talk about things," Draco scoffed cutting him off, "What is there to talk about? What's wrong with just wanting to kiss you?"
"Don't you want a relationship that isn't based on purely..."
"Don't feed me that garbage Harry." Draco said angrily. "You know this can't work out. You know as well as I do that Hermione and Ron are waiting for you to get bored with me and then they will stop pretending to be nice to me. You know it. So don't act like everything is all fine."
"Draco I thought you..."
"What? You thought I loved you? Well yeah I do but how far is love going to get us when I'm a Death Eater and you are off slaughtering them."
"You don't have to..."
"Harry I know what you are going to say. This is why we don't talk anymore, because we have nothing to talk about. This is why I only ever kiss you. I'm going to have to get married, probably to Pansy, I'm going to be a Death Eater, like my father, and we are going to end up fighting. That's the way the world works buddy."
"But it doesn't have to be that way."
"Maybe it doesn't in some sort of fantasy dreamland where I defy my father and then we can go and be happy or whatever. However, I'm concerned with staying alive and although that happy dreamland appeals to me it just isn't going to be reality, and don't feed me that crap about like 'let's make our own reality.' That bullshit isn't going to work on me. We aren't going to be together after Hogwarts, maybe even after this year, so you can either enjoy the time we have and not clutter it up with talking about things that will never happen, or we can just go our own separate ways now."
"Draco it doesn't..."
Draco cut him off again, "Dammit Potter." He yelled and turned away, "Look, I'm not saying I like that things are working out this way. I'm not saying I want them to be this way. All I'm saying is that yes I do love you but no it can't be like that forever. There is going to be a point where I'm going to have to forget about the love we have. If I don't I'm going to die. I'd rather be alive and remember the times we had then be dead and wish I was alive. I don't want to end up like Nick."
"Draco will you please let me finish a sentance."
Draco shook his head and turned around and walked into Harry's arms. "Could you just hold me really tight?" he whispered. Harry felt him shaking, "I just don't want to talk right now... okay?"
"Alright." Harry said holding onto Draco for all that he was worth, "We won't talk right now."