*****Notes for the rest of the story******
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THIS CHAPTER DEDICATED TO ALL YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!! THANKS TO YOU MY STORY IS MY FIRST WORK EVER TO HIT IN THE DOUBLE-DIGITS! Now that I have that out of my system, on with chapter five:
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"You have no idea how sorry..."
No. Harry didn't have any idea. He didn't particularly care to get one, either. Veritaserum. Malfoy could tell no lies. His obvious shame and embarrassment proved that. Harry sighed, releasing Malfoy and walking away slowly. It wasn't the right thing to do, but Harry didn't care. Honestly, he couldn't have cared less if Voldemort had appeared in a pink bunny costume and danced the Macarena for him. It was just too much to deal with really. The guilt over Cedric, playing the third wheel to Ron and Hermione's perfect couple, the latest threat on his life from his greatest rival and now... his rival's stunning confession. It all felt like one of Aunt Petunia's bad soap opera's. All the tears and plot twists and ulterior motives. It made Harry want to scream. *Tomorrow, I'll talk to him tomorrow.* After Dumbledore had, of course. Malfoy would be promptly pumped for all the information he knew. It would probably result in Lucius Malfoy's arrest and incarceration at Azkaban. Harry wondered how that would affect Malfoy. He had just revealed an obvious distaste for the man, but family was still family... Having reached his dorm, Harry quickly undressing and climbed into bed. *Tomorrow... I'll think about it tomorrow.* Thus was the boy who lived rapidly lost to sleep. If only the other young seeker was as lucky...
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// "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
Draco couldn't breathe. He could never breathe when Lucius was angry. He didn't want to, being too terrified of invoking greater wrath.
"TRAITOR!"
Lucius was murderous when he got worked up, and most of that rage was reflected on Draco's hide. Provided he was at home, of course. School was his only haven...
"CRUCIATUS!"
Now Draco couldn't think, either. \\
Deep in the Slytherin dungeons, Draco awoke screaming.
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Potions was utterly, loathsomely boring. If it had been an elective, Harry would have ditched it faster then an angry bludger. He sighed, tuning Snape out for the fifth time that class. Who really cared about the uses of Dragonweed [1], anyway? Harry instead decided to sneak a glace, past Hermione to where Malfoy was sitting alone. Crabbe and Goyle had not returned to Hogwarts that year. No explanation given, although the rumour mill provided everything from transferal to another school right down to dropping out and joining the Dark Lord. Malfoy looked tired, worn, like an old robe in need of repair. Heavy dark circles like smudges of soot hung under his eyes. His hair had not been brushed or carefully done as per usual that morning. He looked like hell, and Harry couldn't help but feel guilty for it. *You left him...*
"It's nice to see you're so confident in your abilities that you don't feel the need to pay attention, mister Potter. However considering you're little fiasco last class with the shrinking potion, I do believe your confidence in sadly misplaced." Snape's comment shook Harry from deep in his thoughts and carried him back to the classroom. He blushed red under the scrutiny of all his peers before bowing his head and continuing to take notes. It didn't take long for his mind to wander however, but before it got very far he was called back to reality by another too-familiar voice.
"Professor Snape, I feel ill. May I go to see Madame Pomfrey?" Malfoy's voice shook slightly, and with his slightly green pallor, he could've easily won over McGonagall. It was hard to tell, but Snape's face softened imperceptibly toward his favorite student before replying.
"Of course Mister Malfoy." Malfoy began to pack his bag, as Snape gazed clinically around the room before his sight settled once again on Harry. "Mister Potter, seeing how your obvious distaste for my class, perhaps you would be kind enough to escort mister Malfoy to the hospital wing?" Harry nodded, snatching at the chance to talk to Malfoy, and inwardly cringing at the implications of that last thought. Gathering his stuff, he mumbled a quick goodbye to Ron and Hermione before following Malfoy out of the class.
"Mister Potter, with half the class left I don't think you'll be needing all your books for a simple walk to the infirmary." Harry paused in the door and turned to give one last parting shot at his teacher.
"I do, because I WON'T be coming back." Harry took great delight in closing the door on Snape's priceless expression.
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"You shouldn't have pissed Snape off like that. He'll just take it out on the rest of the Gryffindors." They walked side by side down the hallway, shoulder's bumping every few minutes. Harry frowned softly before speaking.
"I know, I'm just so sick of his self-righteous bullshit." If Malfoy was shocked at his outburst, he didn't show any outward signs.
"He's nice enough." Draco said lightly. Harry snorted.
"Not to me it isn't." If it hadn't been for the events of the night before, Harry would have been somewhat horrified at the prospect of an intelligent conversation with Malfoy. As is, he just felt somewhat at odds with himself. Ron would never forgive him... But he hadn't heard what Harry had last night. *No better time than the present...*
"So Malfoy, about last night..."
"I don't want to talk about it." Tight-lipped and looking less green then before, Malfoy made a sudden turn down a smaller hallway, quickening his pace and forcing Harry into a half-hog to keep up.
"The infirmary is that way." Harry gestured with a hand. Malfoy smirked, looking more like his old self.
"I know, that was just a ruse so I could speak to Dumbledore." Harry blinked.
"Um, well, it's just... You looked positively green back there, I mean, you really had me thinking you were sick, you know?" Harry almost winced at the naivety in his voice. Draco just laughed softly, a true laugh, very foreign to Harry's ears. He could swear too, that there was a very Dumbledore-like twinkle in Malfoy's eyes as he responded, although he didn't crack a smile.
"I just thought about Snape in a thong for a few minutes. Does the trick usually, even works on Professor Binns." Harry didn't know if he was serious or not, so he chose to let that comment slide. He took a long, deep breath before he broke the sudden silence.
"I'm sorry." Draco stopped walking, prompting Harry to continue. "I shouldn't have left, I was just so... overwhelmed with everything; it was just one more thing that I didn't want to think about." Draco looked mad again, grey eyes flashing as he turned to confront Harry.
"Shocked that I have a soul then, are you Potter?" Harry shrugged, hoping to diffuse the situation.
"No, just shocked that you would do something like that... I mean, it was a bit of a shock yes, to see you so, well, so un-Draco." He lowered his head, finding his feet suddenly interesting. "I didn't know you thought I was worth it."
Draco exhaled suddenly, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. *He didn't really believe that I... well, I never gave him a reason too but, I never thought...* "O Harry, you have no idea..." The words were barely more than a breath from his lips, like the gentle caress of a feather on ones skin. It made Harry shiver slightly, raising his eyes to meet stormy grey ones, the question in the emerald orbs unmistakable.
"What do you mean Draco?" *It is the first time,* Harry thought, *that I have ever used his real name.* The boy in question, ran his hands down his robes, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in nervousness.
"I... Oh, sod." Then, in one fluid, unanticipated motion, Draco had tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of Harry's neck and drawn their lips together for a chaste, closed-mouth kiss. Harry tensed in shock, not quite willing to shove Draco off. He didn't really get a chance to make a decision, however before Draco released him and shot off down the hallway like he was being chased by Fluffy himself. Watching his retreating form, a rumpled Harry put his fingers to his lips... and smiled.
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Well, here it is. Sooner than promised, yea for me. The next chapter will be out soon, can't give an exact date though. The [1] is a reference to Penguin's awesome story Dragonweed, read it for a few more details on the plant AND more wonderful Harry/Draco slash.
*Denotes thought*
//denotes the beginning or end of a dream sequence\\
THIS CHAPTER DEDICATED TO ALL YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!! THANKS TO YOU MY STORY IS MY FIRST WORK EVER TO HIT IN THE DOUBLE-DIGITS! Now that I have that out of my system, on with chapter five:
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"You have no idea how sorry..."
No. Harry didn't have any idea. He didn't particularly care to get one, either. Veritaserum. Malfoy could tell no lies. His obvious shame and embarrassment proved that. Harry sighed, releasing Malfoy and walking away slowly. It wasn't the right thing to do, but Harry didn't care. Honestly, he couldn't have cared less if Voldemort had appeared in a pink bunny costume and danced the Macarena for him. It was just too much to deal with really. The guilt over Cedric, playing the third wheel to Ron and Hermione's perfect couple, the latest threat on his life from his greatest rival and now... his rival's stunning confession. It all felt like one of Aunt Petunia's bad soap opera's. All the tears and plot twists and ulterior motives. It made Harry want to scream. *Tomorrow, I'll talk to him tomorrow.* After Dumbledore had, of course. Malfoy would be promptly pumped for all the information he knew. It would probably result in Lucius Malfoy's arrest and incarceration at Azkaban. Harry wondered how that would affect Malfoy. He had just revealed an obvious distaste for the man, but family was still family... Having reached his dorm, Harry quickly undressing and climbed into bed. *Tomorrow... I'll think about it tomorrow.* Thus was the boy who lived rapidly lost to sleep. If only the other young seeker was as lucky...
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// "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
Draco couldn't breathe. He could never breathe when Lucius was angry. He didn't want to, being too terrified of invoking greater wrath.
"TRAITOR!"
Lucius was murderous when he got worked up, and most of that rage was reflected on Draco's hide. Provided he was at home, of course. School was his only haven...
"CRUCIATUS!"
Now Draco couldn't think, either. \\
Deep in the Slytherin dungeons, Draco awoke screaming.
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Potions was utterly, loathsomely boring. If it had been an elective, Harry would have ditched it faster then an angry bludger. He sighed, tuning Snape out for the fifth time that class. Who really cared about the uses of Dragonweed [1], anyway? Harry instead decided to sneak a glace, past Hermione to where Malfoy was sitting alone. Crabbe and Goyle had not returned to Hogwarts that year. No explanation given, although the rumour mill provided everything from transferal to another school right down to dropping out and joining the Dark Lord. Malfoy looked tired, worn, like an old robe in need of repair. Heavy dark circles like smudges of soot hung under his eyes. His hair had not been brushed or carefully done as per usual that morning. He looked like hell, and Harry couldn't help but feel guilty for it. *You left him...*
"It's nice to see you're so confident in your abilities that you don't feel the need to pay attention, mister Potter. However considering you're little fiasco last class with the shrinking potion, I do believe your confidence in sadly misplaced." Snape's comment shook Harry from deep in his thoughts and carried him back to the classroom. He blushed red under the scrutiny of all his peers before bowing his head and continuing to take notes. It didn't take long for his mind to wander however, but before it got very far he was called back to reality by another too-familiar voice.
"Professor Snape, I feel ill. May I go to see Madame Pomfrey?" Malfoy's voice shook slightly, and with his slightly green pallor, he could've easily won over McGonagall. It was hard to tell, but Snape's face softened imperceptibly toward his favorite student before replying.
"Of course Mister Malfoy." Malfoy began to pack his bag, as Snape gazed clinically around the room before his sight settled once again on Harry. "Mister Potter, seeing how your obvious distaste for my class, perhaps you would be kind enough to escort mister Malfoy to the hospital wing?" Harry nodded, snatching at the chance to talk to Malfoy, and inwardly cringing at the implications of that last thought. Gathering his stuff, he mumbled a quick goodbye to Ron and Hermione before following Malfoy out of the class.
"Mister Potter, with half the class left I don't think you'll be needing all your books for a simple walk to the infirmary." Harry paused in the door and turned to give one last parting shot at his teacher.
"I do, because I WON'T be coming back." Harry took great delight in closing the door on Snape's priceless expression.
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"You shouldn't have pissed Snape off like that. He'll just take it out on the rest of the Gryffindors." They walked side by side down the hallway, shoulder's bumping every few minutes. Harry frowned softly before speaking.
"I know, I'm just so sick of his self-righteous bullshit." If Malfoy was shocked at his outburst, he didn't show any outward signs.
"He's nice enough." Draco said lightly. Harry snorted.
"Not to me it isn't." If it hadn't been for the events of the night before, Harry would have been somewhat horrified at the prospect of an intelligent conversation with Malfoy. As is, he just felt somewhat at odds with himself. Ron would never forgive him... But he hadn't heard what Harry had last night. *No better time than the present...*
"So Malfoy, about last night..."
"I don't want to talk about it." Tight-lipped and looking less green then before, Malfoy made a sudden turn down a smaller hallway, quickening his pace and forcing Harry into a half-hog to keep up.
"The infirmary is that way." Harry gestured with a hand. Malfoy smirked, looking more like his old self.
"I know, that was just a ruse so I could speak to Dumbledore." Harry blinked.
"Um, well, it's just... You looked positively green back there, I mean, you really had me thinking you were sick, you know?" Harry almost winced at the naivety in his voice. Draco just laughed softly, a true laugh, very foreign to Harry's ears. He could swear too, that there was a very Dumbledore-like twinkle in Malfoy's eyes as he responded, although he didn't crack a smile.
"I just thought about Snape in a thong for a few minutes. Does the trick usually, even works on Professor Binns." Harry didn't know if he was serious or not, so he chose to let that comment slide. He took a long, deep breath before he broke the sudden silence.
"I'm sorry." Draco stopped walking, prompting Harry to continue. "I shouldn't have left, I was just so... overwhelmed with everything; it was just one more thing that I didn't want to think about." Draco looked mad again, grey eyes flashing as he turned to confront Harry.
"Shocked that I have a soul then, are you Potter?" Harry shrugged, hoping to diffuse the situation.
"No, just shocked that you would do something like that... I mean, it was a bit of a shock yes, to see you so, well, so un-Draco." He lowered his head, finding his feet suddenly interesting. "I didn't know you thought I was worth it."
Draco exhaled suddenly, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. *He didn't really believe that I... well, I never gave him a reason too but, I never thought...* "O Harry, you have no idea..." The words were barely more than a breath from his lips, like the gentle caress of a feather on ones skin. It made Harry shiver slightly, raising his eyes to meet stormy grey ones, the question in the emerald orbs unmistakable.
"What do you mean Draco?" *It is the first time,* Harry thought, *that I have ever used his real name.* The boy in question, ran his hands down his robes, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in nervousness.
"I... Oh, sod." Then, in one fluid, unanticipated motion, Draco had tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of Harry's neck and drawn their lips together for a chaste, closed-mouth kiss. Harry tensed in shock, not quite willing to shove Draco off. He didn't really get a chance to make a decision, however before Draco released him and shot off down the hallway like he was being chased by Fluffy himself. Watching his retreating form, a rumpled Harry put his fingers to his lips... and smiled.
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Well, here it is. Sooner than promised, yea for me. The next chapter will be out soon, can't give an exact date though. The [1] is a reference to Penguin's awesome story Dragonweed, read it for a few more details on the plant AND more wonderful Harry/Draco slash.