Waiting (To Tell You) by Miaka Kennyuuki
(Songfic) slash - Draco/Harry PG-13
Summary: Harry contemplates how his life and the lives of those around him have been lived, and the reason he has decided to change.
Slightly bruised and broken
From this head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From this head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
Another tragic case...
"Head on Collision," by New Found Glory
Harry's POV
Sometimes people fight about stupid things. Things that have no bearing on life, or are none of someone's business, or just seems incredibly childish. And people rarely have the faculties to know when to stop while they're ahead. Despite the fact that in cases such as this, they aren't ahead anyway.
This seems to happen a lot between me and Malfoy. Just the other day in Potions, I childishly threw a Fabulous Fillibuster's Wet-Start, No-Heat Firework into Malfoy's Mist Potion. Malfoy retaliated by pushing me into my Mist Potion. Unfortunately, my potion making skills aren't the best, so my Mist Potion was actually a very badly done Shrinking Potion. The result was a very embarrassed me in an incredibly small set of school robes that happened to be cutting off my circulation.
Snape, my all-time favorite Professor –not- laughed his bony ass off, then gave me detention for disrupting the class. Then the bloody bastard had the nerve to give Malfoy a pat on the back! ::cough:: Sorry about that outburst. Snape really gets me going. Anyway, that night I arrived for my detention about fifteen minutes early. Snape had a tendency to take off points for even a millisecond late, but I'd discovered that even his cruelty didn't extend to honest punctuality. Lucky for me he hadn't decided to dock points for over punctuality.
With that thought in mind I decided to wait outside the Potions classroom until the minute before my detention. That way Snape could only dock 60 points for every second in case he suddenly discovers the possibility of an over punctuality clause. Unfortunately for me, it seemed that Malfoy had decided that night was a good night to wander the Dungeons unheeded. It didn't take him long to spot me, and the smirk that spread along that pale face was satisfied and a bit anticipatory. Irrationally, I was pleased by the thought that I was the only one able to elicit that smirk more than once a day.
He approached me, that sexy smirk still in place – what? It's sexy. I'm not in denial, remember? – And just stood there, watching me. I couldn't see the point in this venture, so I tentatively stared back. What was the meaning of this? Was this a new form of torture? While these thoughts flew through my head, the cloak ticked by unheeded. Malfoy smirked and watched, I stared and wondered. And the clock struck 8:00pm. Malfoy all out grinned. And I realized what he'd been doing. I was late!
Rage consumed me faster than it ever has before, and I lunged at the pleased blond. Not a single important thought crossed my mind but killing the annoyingly handsome little git. Not that I was late for detention and Snape was most likely happily docking points behind this very door. Not that if Snape caught me, I'd probably lose more than my freedom. I only wanted to hurt Malfoy, make him feel what I was feeling.
I punched, he kicked, I pummeled, and he pounded. We rolled, thrashed, tumbled, and pretty much threw ourselves into the fight. Malfoy exaggerated every punch he received, loudly and obnoxiously. Most likely to attract Snape's attention. I gritted my teeth and tried to remember what a git he was. But it was a bit hard, with Malfoy moaning and groaning like he was. It was sort of turning me on.
As soon as that thought entered my head I rolled off of him and leaned against the dungeon wall. Malfoy sat up and immediately began dusting himself off. His normally impeccable robes were rumpled, and his ungelled blond hair was tousled and hanging everywhere. He looked well snogged. I pinched myself to atone for the thought. As I was coming down from the pain, the classroom door opened and Snape came out. He survey the scene for a split second, gave me a week's detention for fighting, being late for detention, and being the stupid ponce that I am, then ushered Malfoy to Madam Pomphrey. As Snape left, his parting shot included another detention on the Hogsmeade weekend next Saturday to clean every shelf in the classroom, and fifty points from Gryffindor.
I didn't even bother to growl. What was the point? What could I do? The only way I'd ever get Snape to like me was to shag him, and sorry, but no can do. Ever. Not in a million years. Not for all the money, magic or naked Malfoy's in the world. Okay, that last one slipped in. You can probably guess what I was thinking about.
I think a trip to Madam Pomphrey is in order. This black eye is going to look ugly tomorrow. And hey, maybe I'd see Malfoy.
TBC