Chapter : 7
Aftermath
"A night to remember" Draco Malfoy chucked softly to himself. Well it
certainly will be now.
He inhaled deeply at the cigerette between his fingers and after a few
seconds blew
the soft smoke at the dark blue sky above him. The floor was pressed
harshly
against his back ashis soft hair mingled with the dust on it,
occasionally
stirring with the wind. Draco could here soft music coming in from
inside
along with drunken yells and laughter. Taking another deep drag of the
smoke
Draco touched a soft hand to his abused eye, where his all time
best-friend
had left a mark. Malfoy scowled when he realised it would probably
leave a
bruise for a few days.
"Stupid fucking jealous asshole" he said to his cigerette. "What the
fuck
is his
problem anyway?" He looked expectantly at his tobacco friend as he
held it
to his face, waiting for it to agree with him.
"You better agree or it's a horrible crushing death for you."
"Am I interupting something?" said a highly amused voice. Draco looked
toward
the boy, squinting against the harsh light that poured through the
doorway
against which a boy, Nah, man stood, his hands crossed across his
chest.
He didnt wait for an answer and strolled into the balcony closing the
door
behind him. Walking slowly, his boots echoing agaisnt the stone floor,
he
came and sat down beside the blond.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked slowly his hand pushing
through the
mop of unruly hair.
Draco pulled himself up to a sitting position and put the cigerette to
his
lips again.
"Getting some freash air."
"Quite a bruise you got there" Harry said pointing at his eye.
Draco scowled defensovely. "Thanks for the reminder"
Potter laughed at the antics of the Slytherin and gently ran his
fingers
against his cheek. Draco stared back at him, his expression blank.
Harry
caressed his soft skin and smiled.
"You had quite a fight out there. Blaise seemed pretty pissed when he
left."
Draco shrugged. "He'll be fine." He said missing the soft touch as
Harry
retracted his hand slowly. "We've been getting into fights forever. He
cools
down after a week and we go back to being best friends."
Harry chuckled. "That's wierd."
"Yeah well, we're pretty close."
"How long you two been frineds?"
"Forever" Draco said immidiately. "His father is one of Lucius'
fuck-buddies"
Harry gave out a short laugh. "Urg, Nothing's more digusting than two
old
people fucking." Draco smirked in response. "Does your mom know?"
"Narcissa? Of course. You can't get anything past her. She also know
that
he fucks ..Crabbe senior, Goyle senior."
"Urg, who would wanna fuck those idiots?"
"Aparently my father. Then there's our gardener, mail man, milk boy,
butler."
"Now you're just lying." Harry said breaking into fits of laughter.
Draco
looked at him his eyes twinkling.
"I'm so serious." he lifted his fingers to count off the names. "Then
there's McNair, a fovourite of my father's since he screams so much,
then
there's Roudolf or watever his name is you know that Lestrange. Then
there's
Avery who from what I've heard is extremely Kinky. Then there's
Mulciber who
Lucius keeps cause he begs so much. And then Kakar...Kakro....Karog.
Damn
why do people have such hard names?" he slurred laying back down again.
"You know the Gotie guy who had yellow teeth. Well before he was
captured,
he used to be Lucius' fuck buddy too."
Harry smiled and lay down beside Malfoy taking the ciggerette from his
hand
and inhaled deeply.
"You're so drunk Malfoy." He whispered while Draco continued to
mutter.
"I forgot some one. Very important too. ...Oh yeah SNAPE."
"Urg, That's disgusting." Harry said screwing up his face.
"If you think that's disgusting, imagine walking in on them when they
are...."
"OKAY OKAY, YOU JUST COMPLETELY FUCKED UP MY MIND MALFOY."
Draco chuckled. "I know I was only 8 then. Imagine that." he laughed
softly at the memory and then fell silent. Harry could feel the heat
radiating off Draco's body at his side. It was oddly comfortably,
peaceful,
just lying here in the dim light and listening to the calm breathing of
Draco Malfoy.
Harry smiled and turned his face toward him. The pale boy stared back
at
himwith silver globes. Lifting his hand slowly, Harry meant it to lay
down
on the boy's face. A sudden image crossed his mind. An image of slits
of
eyes, purely red with hatred. Harsh laughter filled his ears and his
hand
haulted. . He looked away from the pale boy and sat up. He hurriedly
got to
his feet and was about to walk away. But he was stopped. A pale hand
clenched his wrist and Harry looked down at the Boy that had plagued
his
thoughts for years. First due to hatred, now due to something stronger
and
more consuming. But he couldnt. He just couldn't.
"Don't go," Came a wisper. "please don't go."
Aftermath
"A night to remember" Draco Malfoy chucked softly to himself. Well it
certainly will be now.
He inhaled deeply at the cigerette between his fingers and after a few
seconds blew
the soft smoke at the dark blue sky above him. The floor was pressed
harshly
against his back ashis soft hair mingled with the dust on it,
occasionally
stirring with the wind. Draco could here soft music coming in from
inside
along with drunken yells and laughter. Taking another deep drag of the
smoke
Draco touched a soft hand to his abused eye, where his all time
best-friend
had left a mark. Malfoy scowled when he realised it would probably
leave a
bruise for a few days.
"Stupid fucking jealous asshole" he said to his cigerette. "What the
fuck
is his
problem anyway?" He looked expectantly at his tobacco friend as he
held it
to his face, waiting for it to agree with him.
"You better agree or it's a horrible crushing death for you."
"Am I interupting something?" said a highly amused voice. Draco looked
toward
the boy, squinting against the harsh light that poured through the
doorway
against which a boy, Nah, man stood, his hands crossed across his
chest.
He didnt wait for an answer and strolled into the balcony closing the
door
behind him. Walking slowly, his boots echoing agaisnt the stone floor,
he
came and sat down beside the blond.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked slowly his hand pushing
through the
mop of unruly hair.
Draco pulled himself up to a sitting position and put the cigerette to
his
lips again.
"Getting some freash air."
"Quite a bruise you got there" Harry said pointing at his eye.
Draco scowled defensovely. "Thanks for the reminder"
Potter laughed at the antics of the Slytherin and gently ran his
fingers
against his cheek. Draco stared back at him, his expression blank.
Harry
caressed his soft skin and smiled.
"You had quite a fight out there. Blaise seemed pretty pissed when he
left."
Draco shrugged. "He'll be fine." He said missing the soft touch as
Harry
retracted his hand slowly. "We've been getting into fights forever. He
cools
down after a week and we go back to being best friends."
Harry chuckled. "That's wierd."
"Yeah well, we're pretty close."
"How long you two been frineds?"
"Forever" Draco said immidiately. "His father is one of Lucius'
fuck-buddies"
Harry gave out a short laugh. "Urg, Nothing's more digusting than two
old
people fucking." Draco smirked in response. "Does your mom know?"
"Narcissa? Of course. You can't get anything past her. She also know
that
he fucks ..Crabbe senior, Goyle senior."
"Urg, who would wanna fuck those idiots?"
"Aparently my father. Then there's our gardener, mail man, milk boy,
butler."
"Now you're just lying." Harry said breaking into fits of laughter.
Draco
looked at him his eyes twinkling.
"I'm so serious." he lifted his fingers to count off the names. "Then
there's McNair, a fovourite of my father's since he screams so much,
then
there's Roudolf or watever his name is you know that Lestrange. Then
there's
Avery who from what I've heard is extremely Kinky. Then there's
Mulciber who
Lucius keeps cause he begs so much. And then Kakar...Kakro....Karog.
Damn
why do people have such hard names?" he slurred laying back down again.
"You know the Gotie guy who had yellow teeth. Well before he was
captured,
he used to be Lucius' fuck buddy too."
Harry smiled and lay down beside Malfoy taking the ciggerette from his
hand
and inhaled deeply.
"You're so drunk Malfoy." He whispered while Draco continued to
mutter.
"I forgot some one. Very important too. ...Oh yeah SNAPE."
"Urg, That's disgusting." Harry said screwing up his face.
"If you think that's disgusting, imagine walking in on them when they
are...."
"OKAY OKAY, YOU JUST COMPLETELY FUCKED UP MY MIND MALFOY."
Draco chuckled. "I know I was only 8 then. Imagine that." he laughed
softly at the memory and then fell silent. Harry could feel the heat
radiating off Draco's body at his side. It was oddly comfortably,
peaceful,
just lying here in the dim light and listening to the calm breathing of
Draco Malfoy.
Harry smiled and turned his face toward him. The pale boy stared back
at
himwith silver globes. Lifting his hand slowly, Harry meant it to lay
down
on the boy's face. A sudden image crossed his mind. An image of slits
of
eyes, purely red with hatred. Harsh laughter filled his ears and his
hand
haulted. . He looked away from the pale boy and sat up. He hurriedly
got to
his feet and was about to walk away. But he was stopped. A pale hand
clenched his wrist and Harry looked down at the Boy that had plagued
his
thoughts for years. First due to hatred, now due to something stronger
and
more consuming. But he couldnt. He just couldn't.
"Don't go," Came a wisper. "please don't go."