Okay, so this is the second chapter. Once again, I own absolutely bugger
all – I don't even own the idea for chapter 1!
Draco's POV
If I'm going to be honest, I've loved Harry Potter since I first met him. The first time I lay eyes on him in Madam Malkin's robes in Diagon Alley almost seven years ago I fell in love. And I'm still falling.
Every second of every minute of every hour of everyday I'm falling more and more in love with the Boy That Lived. He's the bravest, kindest person I've ever known and does anything for his friends and the people he loves. Which now includes me.
Even now, hanging on to his life by a thread, Harry is still the most beautiful creature I've ever had the luck to lay my eyes on. His jet black permanantly untidy hair, his bright green eyes that shine like jewels, his well defined cheekbones. I even love his glasses, though they obscure his eyes and tend to get in the way when we kiss. Of course, I love his toned and rock hard body, I'm only human after all.
I don't understand why he's gone and done this. I understand he's broken after Sirius' death but this is just...beyond. Beyond anything. Granted Harry didn't have an easy year – fuck – he's had a pretty crappy life but he seemed like he could put up with anything.
He fought Voldemort four...or was it five...times and still lives to tell the tale. I suppose that remains to be seen. He won the Triwizard Cup, he put up with remarks and snide comments from everyone, me included, and he spent sixteen years leaving with his aunt and uncle.
I guess he finally cracked.
Only Dumbledore knows why I sit vigil at Harry's bedside, why I was there in the first place. He's gone to find Ron and Hermione. They went to Hogsmeade together. He wants to alert them as quickly as possibly.
Is it wrong that I don't want them here?
I know they are Harry's best friends, that they are family to him, but I know that once they arrive I will be pushed aside. They hate me. And how am I going to explain...all of this...to them. They'll probably blame me. Say that I cursed Harry and made him do it. Or, worse, I cut him myself.
Once any one else enters this room, Harry isn't mine anymore, and I'm not his. We're separate people. We're alone.
I hate being alone.
R&R and play nice.
Also – sorry for any spelling mistakes but I don't actually have spell check on my computer – pain in the ass that is.
Draco's POV
If I'm going to be honest, I've loved Harry Potter since I first met him. The first time I lay eyes on him in Madam Malkin's robes in Diagon Alley almost seven years ago I fell in love. And I'm still falling.
Every second of every minute of every hour of everyday I'm falling more and more in love with the Boy That Lived. He's the bravest, kindest person I've ever known and does anything for his friends and the people he loves. Which now includes me.
Even now, hanging on to his life by a thread, Harry is still the most beautiful creature I've ever had the luck to lay my eyes on. His jet black permanantly untidy hair, his bright green eyes that shine like jewels, his well defined cheekbones. I even love his glasses, though they obscure his eyes and tend to get in the way when we kiss. Of course, I love his toned and rock hard body, I'm only human after all.
I don't understand why he's gone and done this. I understand he's broken after Sirius' death but this is just...beyond. Beyond anything. Granted Harry didn't have an easy year – fuck – he's had a pretty crappy life but he seemed like he could put up with anything.
He fought Voldemort four...or was it five...times and still lives to tell the tale. I suppose that remains to be seen. He won the Triwizard Cup, he put up with remarks and snide comments from everyone, me included, and he spent sixteen years leaving with his aunt and uncle.
I guess he finally cracked.
Only Dumbledore knows why I sit vigil at Harry's bedside, why I was there in the first place. He's gone to find Ron and Hermione. They went to Hogsmeade together. He wants to alert them as quickly as possibly.
Is it wrong that I don't want them here?
I know they are Harry's best friends, that they are family to him, but I know that once they arrive I will be pushed aside. They hate me. And how am I going to explain...all of this...to them. They'll probably blame me. Say that I cursed Harry and made him do it. Or, worse, I cut him myself.
Once any one else enters this room, Harry isn't mine anymore, and I'm not his. We're separate people. We're alone.
I hate being alone.
R&R and play nice.
Also – sorry for any spelling mistakes but I don't actually have spell check on my computer – pain in the ass that is.