He cam back and sat on the bed next to Malfoy. He looked him straight in
the eye and kept nothing back as he asked, "Why did you change Malfoy?"
Malfoy sighed, he knew Harry would ask. "If I tell you then you would have two things on.."
"I wouldn't tell anyone Malfoy, even if you did tell about me. But I have a feeling you won't, you've changed."
"What makes you think this isn't all a trap to take you to the Dark Lord?"
"First because you wouldn't tell me and second," Harry reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Malfoy's left arm, "You don't have the mark. Dumbledore trusts you."
"So I could still be working for him!" Malfoy pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp.
"Stop avoiding the question."
"Fine. Alright as much as I hate to admit it, you are much to thank for me not being in your condition."
"What do you mean?"
"Putting my father in Azkaban, Potter. If he wasn't I would be getting a hell of a lot more then a threading letter everyday."
"Oh." Harry said, he knew what Malfoy meant.
"Yeah well I decided I didn't want to be him. I may be a mean bastard but I never want to hurt people like he does." Malfoy continued softer, "Like the Dark Lord does." Malfoy was quite for a minute; Harry left him to his thoughts. It seemed as if Malfoy snapped back to reality when he became conscious of his silence. "He didn't like it too much when I said that in a letter. He told me I had to be the Malfoy heir, to carry on the fortune that he worked so hard for. Jackass he never worked in his life, unless you call bribery work."
"Whoa, Malfoy. I had no idea."
"Ya, no one does. And if they do the shrug it off like it's a.."
"I didn't shrug it off." Malfoy wasn't sure what to say to Harry's retort. He saw the truthfulness in Harry's eyes. He knew he cared, and understood to some extent. He discerned that Harry wanted to help him and in return needed help, but Malfoy wasn't sure how to ask. Anyway Malfoys don't ask Potters for help. They don't disobey their fathers either, Malfoy reminded himself. What the hell, he thought.
"Maybe.." Malfoy thought, choosing his words carefully, "we could help each other, ya know? Not to the extent of being friends or anything, but you have spilled out your guts to me and by the sound of it, you haven't told Granger or Wesley. I can guess why. They same reason I haven't told anyone. You don't want them to shrug it off." Malfoy knew he had hit Harry's spot. He watched Harry's face contort with emotion he couldn't keep hidden. Years of memories came flooding back to him. He looked tired. He sat staring into nothing and a single tear fell down his cheek. Malfoy didn't think Harry knew he was crying so he slowly reached up to wipe away Harry's tear. His hand gently slid to capture the unwanted, unnoticed tear. Harry's skin was softer then he imagined it would be. He didn't realize his hand had been on Harry's face for a few minutes until Harry turned to look him in the eye. He froze at what he couldn't read in his eyes. Was it longing? Was it rejection? He couldn't tell. Harry reached up and put his hand over the one Malfoy had on his face. "I want to be your friend Draco." Draco smiled, maybe the first real smile he had ever shared with anyone besides his mother. "Thanks." Harry whispered as he squeezed Draco's hand then let his fall. He got up and walked into the bathroom.
Draco heard the shower turn on and sighed. He walked back to his bed and laid down. He was suddenly overcome with fatigue. He drifted off to sleep with a small smile on his face.
Draco woke up suddenly and looked at his watch. He had been asleep for and hour and Harry and him were about to miss lunch. He then remembered what Dumbledore said about their lunch. There was no sound of a shower so Draco went to find Harry. He was sitting at a little table in front of the couch. Harry looked up as Draco entered the room. All of a sudden he burst out laughing. Draco was stunned and hoped the whole friends thing hadn't been a joke. "What?" He demanded.
"Your... your... ha... hair!" Harry stammered through all his laughter. Draco turned to a mirror on the wall with a horrified look on his face. His hair was all over! It was sticking up in some places he never imagined possible.
"Oh would you shut up!" He shouted at Harry half-heartedly.
"It's... just so... funny!" Harry continued to choke through his laughs. The truth was Draco looked a lot better like this than he did when he slicked back his hair. Not that anyone in the room was thinking this though. Draco finally started to laugh and sat down next to Harry. When they both settled down Harry gave Draco his plate of lunch. They ate quietly but not uncomfortable. They were a lot closer on the couch then "friends" should be. When Harry was done eating he set down his plate and leaned back, eyes closed, with his hands behind his head. All he could think of was the feeling of Draco's hand on his face and couldn't help imagine it there again. He sighed before he realized Draco was sitting right there. His eyes popped open and he hoped Draco hadn't heard him. He had. Draco was looking at him with curious eyes.
"What are you so happy about?" Draco asked with a grin. Harry didn't reply. "Ok then I'll just have to tickle you then." Draco stated happily as he set down his plate.
"Oh no, no, no." Harry said as he began to get up but Draco grabbed him. The first few minutes Draco spent trying to get Harry under control. Then when he had Harry's arms pinned under his own legs, he attacked his sides mercilessly. Eventually somewhere along the way Harry had gained a free hand and began to hit Draco with a pillow, messing his hair up further, it possible. By the end they were both out of breath and laughing hard. When they settled down Draco realized one of his legs was on either side of Harry and he happened to be very close to Harry's face. As he began to lean closer Harry stopped him with a scream of pain. "What's wrong?" Draco asked very concerned.
"My side," Harry exhaled out heavily through breaths of hurting. Draco looked down to see a blood stain forming on Harry's shirt.
"Oh my god Harry! Why didn't you tell me? Come on, I'll take you to your bed." Draco jumped off Harry and helped him up. Harry half walked half got carried to his bed. Draco set him down carefully and ran to the bathroom. Even though they were at Hogwarts, it was still summer break and therefore they were not allowed to use magic. Draco came sprinting back with a cold washcloth. Lifting Harry's shirt carefully he saw his cut had opened about three inches. He set the washcloth down softly and put a little pressure on it. "I'm so sorry Harry. I completely forgot, why didn't you say something?"
"Well I didn't feel anything until you... leaned down." Harry finished shyly. He looked away blushing as he winced again in pain.
"Sorry." Draco said again. There was sadness in his voice. When Harry looked back he saw the fear of rejection in his eyes. Harry rested his hand on Draco's. "It's ok. I'm fine. I bet it stopped bleeding." Draco smiled a real smile for the second time that day. It mush have been a record. Harry moved his hand to lift the washcloth. He was right, it was no longer bleeding. The washcloth was stained a deep red. Draco got up to rinse it in the sink. When he came back Harry was dead asleep. Sitting lightly next to Harry Draco ran his finger along the cut. He pulled Harry's shirt back down and lay next to him with his arm slightly draped over Harry's stomach. He watched Harry as he slept evenly and eventually fell into a light sleep himself. A content smile firmly planted on his face. This was defiantly a record.
~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Hahaha! Do you think Draco is acting really out of character? Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!! I'm thinking of making this story PG13 cuz no one is reading it here. So please tell me if you are! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~
Malfoy sighed, he knew Harry would ask. "If I tell you then you would have two things on.."
"I wouldn't tell anyone Malfoy, even if you did tell about me. But I have a feeling you won't, you've changed."
"What makes you think this isn't all a trap to take you to the Dark Lord?"
"First because you wouldn't tell me and second," Harry reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Malfoy's left arm, "You don't have the mark. Dumbledore trusts you."
"So I could still be working for him!" Malfoy pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp.
"Stop avoiding the question."
"Fine. Alright as much as I hate to admit it, you are much to thank for me not being in your condition."
"What do you mean?"
"Putting my father in Azkaban, Potter. If he wasn't I would be getting a hell of a lot more then a threading letter everyday."
"Oh." Harry said, he knew what Malfoy meant.
"Yeah well I decided I didn't want to be him. I may be a mean bastard but I never want to hurt people like he does." Malfoy continued softer, "Like the Dark Lord does." Malfoy was quite for a minute; Harry left him to his thoughts. It seemed as if Malfoy snapped back to reality when he became conscious of his silence. "He didn't like it too much when I said that in a letter. He told me I had to be the Malfoy heir, to carry on the fortune that he worked so hard for. Jackass he never worked in his life, unless you call bribery work."
"Whoa, Malfoy. I had no idea."
"Ya, no one does. And if they do the shrug it off like it's a.."
"I didn't shrug it off." Malfoy wasn't sure what to say to Harry's retort. He saw the truthfulness in Harry's eyes. He knew he cared, and understood to some extent. He discerned that Harry wanted to help him and in return needed help, but Malfoy wasn't sure how to ask. Anyway Malfoys don't ask Potters for help. They don't disobey their fathers either, Malfoy reminded himself. What the hell, he thought.
"Maybe.." Malfoy thought, choosing his words carefully, "we could help each other, ya know? Not to the extent of being friends or anything, but you have spilled out your guts to me and by the sound of it, you haven't told Granger or Wesley. I can guess why. They same reason I haven't told anyone. You don't want them to shrug it off." Malfoy knew he had hit Harry's spot. He watched Harry's face contort with emotion he couldn't keep hidden. Years of memories came flooding back to him. He looked tired. He sat staring into nothing and a single tear fell down his cheek. Malfoy didn't think Harry knew he was crying so he slowly reached up to wipe away Harry's tear. His hand gently slid to capture the unwanted, unnoticed tear. Harry's skin was softer then he imagined it would be. He didn't realize his hand had been on Harry's face for a few minutes until Harry turned to look him in the eye. He froze at what he couldn't read in his eyes. Was it longing? Was it rejection? He couldn't tell. Harry reached up and put his hand over the one Malfoy had on his face. "I want to be your friend Draco." Draco smiled, maybe the first real smile he had ever shared with anyone besides his mother. "Thanks." Harry whispered as he squeezed Draco's hand then let his fall. He got up and walked into the bathroom.
Draco heard the shower turn on and sighed. He walked back to his bed and laid down. He was suddenly overcome with fatigue. He drifted off to sleep with a small smile on his face.
Draco woke up suddenly and looked at his watch. He had been asleep for and hour and Harry and him were about to miss lunch. He then remembered what Dumbledore said about their lunch. There was no sound of a shower so Draco went to find Harry. He was sitting at a little table in front of the couch. Harry looked up as Draco entered the room. All of a sudden he burst out laughing. Draco was stunned and hoped the whole friends thing hadn't been a joke. "What?" He demanded.
"Your... your... ha... hair!" Harry stammered through all his laughter. Draco turned to a mirror on the wall with a horrified look on his face. His hair was all over! It was sticking up in some places he never imagined possible.
"Oh would you shut up!" He shouted at Harry half-heartedly.
"It's... just so... funny!" Harry continued to choke through his laughs. The truth was Draco looked a lot better like this than he did when he slicked back his hair. Not that anyone in the room was thinking this though. Draco finally started to laugh and sat down next to Harry. When they both settled down Harry gave Draco his plate of lunch. They ate quietly but not uncomfortable. They were a lot closer on the couch then "friends" should be. When Harry was done eating he set down his plate and leaned back, eyes closed, with his hands behind his head. All he could think of was the feeling of Draco's hand on his face and couldn't help imagine it there again. He sighed before he realized Draco was sitting right there. His eyes popped open and he hoped Draco hadn't heard him. He had. Draco was looking at him with curious eyes.
"What are you so happy about?" Draco asked with a grin. Harry didn't reply. "Ok then I'll just have to tickle you then." Draco stated happily as he set down his plate.
"Oh no, no, no." Harry said as he began to get up but Draco grabbed him. The first few minutes Draco spent trying to get Harry under control. Then when he had Harry's arms pinned under his own legs, he attacked his sides mercilessly. Eventually somewhere along the way Harry had gained a free hand and began to hit Draco with a pillow, messing his hair up further, it possible. By the end they were both out of breath and laughing hard. When they settled down Draco realized one of his legs was on either side of Harry and he happened to be very close to Harry's face. As he began to lean closer Harry stopped him with a scream of pain. "What's wrong?" Draco asked very concerned.
"My side," Harry exhaled out heavily through breaths of hurting. Draco looked down to see a blood stain forming on Harry's shirt.
"Oh my god Harry! Why didn't you tell me? Come on, I'll take you to your bed." Draco jumped off Harry and helped him up. Harry half walked half got carried to his bed. Draco set him down carefully and ran to the bathroom. Even though they were at Hogwarts, it was still summer break and therefore they were not allowed to use magic. Draco came sprinting back with a cold washcloth. Lifting Harry's shirt carefully he saw his cut had opened about three inches. He set the washcloth down softly and put a little pressure on it. "I'm so sorry Harry. I completely forgot, why didn't you say something?"
"Well I didn't feel anything until you... leaned down." Harry finished shyly. He looked away blushing as he winced again in pain.
"Sorry." Draco said again. There was sadness in his voice. When Harry looked back he saw the fear of rejection in his eyes. Harry rested his hand on Draco's. "It's ok. I'm fine. I bet it stopped bleeding." Draco smiled a real smile for the second time that day. It mush have been a record. Harry moved his hand to lift the washcloth. He was right, it was no longer bleeding. The washcloth was stained a deep red. Draco got up to rinse it in the sink. When he came back Harry was dead asleep. Sitting lightly next to Harry Draco ran his finger along the cut. He pulled Harry's shirt back down and lay next to him with his arm slightly draped over Harry's stomach. He watched Harry as he slept evenly and eventually fell into a light sleep himself. A content smile firmly planted on his face. This was defiantly a record.
~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Hahaha! Do you think Draco is acting really out of character? Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!! I'm thinking of making this story PG13 cuz no one is reading it here. So please tell me if you are! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~