Title: For You

Author: Ray

Rated: R

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Summary: Two fates cross path in a line of fire. Indecisive is one, a fool is the other, mending to become a dependability to one another. Denial are they both. Will admition meet?

Chapter 02

"No!" Shouted Hermione, exasperated sighs coming through her nostrils, rubbing at her temple to try and rid her mind of Ron's booming voice in the quiet Gryffindor common room.

"Maybe he's just--just..." Ron trailed off, his mind coming up with no more such conclusions. The small yet informative note Harry had left was straight forward. But he wouldn't bring himself to believing it, maybe it was Harry's form of a joke, "Maybe it's a joke!" Ron exclaimed.

"For the last time, Ron Weasely, would you just let me think!" At her sudden outburst, Ron scorned at her before clamping his mouth shut, sitting himself on the armchair across from the girl deep in thought in front of him. She was gazing intently at the fireplace, "Oh... my... god." She breathed out, silently receiving a puzzled look from the redhead.

Ron leaned in on the armchair, as if what Hermione was thinking was a secret, asking in silent plea for her to explain.

"Those things--those items he had asked for." Ron watched as she voiced out her thoughts, a hand clamping her mouth, Ron still waiting in anticipation for her conclusion on the subject. "The books he had asked for he--" She cut herself off and snapped her head up to Ron, causing the other boy to freeze in his spot. "Boys dormitory, now!"

Hermione jolted up from her armchair, running swiftly up the flight of stairs that led to the boys dorm. Ron watched after her for a few seconds in puzzlement, thoroughly confused. He pulled himself from where he sat and ran after her. Passing through the ajar doorway, he watched as the girl pulled books out from around Harry's bed, placing them on the soft mattress.

"Herm, what are you doing?"

She had finished placing all the books her eye had caught, sitting in front of the pile she made, taking a book and began flipping through the pages frantically, "Just be quiet and help me look through these books for some sort of clue, something of that sort." Deciding not to question her logic thoughts, Ron walked to the bed and sat, picked up a book and began looking.

Harry always left some form of clue, something to give away what he had planned. This was the only plan Hermione had so far, if this came through with no results, she would have to rack her brains of more plans of finding what he did, or rather where he is.

This year alone, Hermione had noticed how much Harry had changed, not for the better. He become secluded, quiet and secretive. Although they were a trio not meant to be broken, Harry still kept feelings deep inside locked and hidden. He had asked her for help, not bothering to explain what it was for. But she agreed, did what she was told, if only to help him somehow open up more, tell her what's wrong.

On her third book while flipping through the pages, she came upon a paper, latching onto a page. She partially closed the cover and looked at the title, Forms of Evanescing. A slight shock rippled through her bones, flipping back to the page that contained the note. Ron had acknowledged this and dropped whatever book he was holding and sat beside Hermione.

Careful one must be, this rare spell is not for granted. Feelings and emotions leaving room for differentiated chances. Wary should you be, for hidden truths may appear, one may encounter mystery, or show forth their greatest fear.

Warned were you, so no chances are held. Simplistic it may seem, but strenuous tasks may easily dwell. Devised with a plan and with a waft of the scent, a twist of the wand, the determination and will power, one will be sent to whomever you desire.

Truths be told, secrets revealed, no longer are they hidden, no longer they are sealed.

"What does it mean?" Whispered Ron, his head currently jumbled at the riddle. Hermione didn't respond. She sat staring at it, re-reading, along with the ingredients. What have you done Harry...

"Are you sure this is where she had pointed to." The blonde asked, exasperation in his tone, clearly understanding that the other teen was leading them to nowhere but deeper into the forest.

"You know what Malfoy" Harry said calmly, turning right around to face Draco, his tone steady. "If you don't believe me then by all means, go elsewhere." Harry didn't wait for the others reaction. He turned right back around, heading South-East just as the Amazon had said. Thanks to handy spell Hermione had taught him, he cast the spell upon his wand, pointing him to the desired direction.

"Actually, your word at the moment is more trustworthy than any hopes I have in my head of leading myself out of here, Potter, so I'll kindly stick with you and beleaguer you with my style." His tone was not hard, but mocking instead, causing Harry to flinch in disgust.

"You disgust me, Malfoy." Replied Harry.

The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, "That was a bloody compliment you blast- ended Skrewt!" Harry ignored him and kept at his pace. "That'll be the last you'll hear from me." Draco said under his voice. "Don't know why I said it in the first place." He whispered to himself.

Harry tried to ignore the grating voice behind him, not bothering nor caring what the other spoke.

The two of them have been walking for what seems to be days, but only actually a few hours. Both never ceased their paced, competing to stay composed, not willing to give in to the pain shooting through their thighs at every given step they placed on the ground. Harry could barely keep the shouting agony screaming at him from below anymore with thoughts, his feet were fast becoming skin against hard gravel.

"Aren't you at all tired, Potter?" asked the blonde from behind, this question now being registered in Harry's head. "I for one, am dying."

Harry smiled, happy that he wasn't the one that had given up first. "Tired already?" He asked, turning around to face Draco who was now seated on a fallen trunk of a tree, his eyes closed.

"It's the fuckin morning hours, you'd be lying if you confessed that you aren't." Draco hissed.

He was right, Harry thought. He was tired. Only now that they had stopped had he realised. He sat himself on the trunk also, making sure the distance between him and Draco were fairly distant.

Finding the trunk to be a little bit of an uncomforting place to rest, Harry sank down to the hard patted ground, leaning his back against the fallen bark. He took a deep breath eyes closed as the air of the forest filled his lungs, the faint smell of dead leaves.

Thoughts of what Ron and Hermione might be doing at the moment filled his thoughts. By now they would have found some sort of clue to what he's done. Hermione was intelligent that way, she knew everything she needed to know, and curiosity still surged through her brain. She's the brains, she does the work, she's everything that you need her to be.

Harry felt guilt however, that he had used her. He had not explained to her what the ingredients he needed were for, what sort of spell he had evoked. At this moment, she is more than likely going hysteric with a puzzled Ron. Nonetheless, what Harry had done was not entirely of selfish deed, he had done this to rid the wizard world of their frights and fears, to cast freedom upon them... even if it meant taking his own.

Before the dark haired teen had even realised, he was fast giving in to slumber, which soon overtook him.

When his eyes had finally opened, he saw the world on it's side, trees darting out in horizontals across his horizon. He sat up, his hands searching for his discarded glasses. Wonderment of how his glasses had came off, and now found neatly placed on the trunk just behind him was beyond his knowledge. Last he had remembered, his back was also against the same trunk of tree.

He sat up, palms touching not the ground soil, but robes. He looked down at his robe that lay ruffled under him. He turned his head, noticing another robe that now fell down, covering his waist down. Malfoy...

"I see the prince had awaken." Came a voice. Harry turned his head quickly to look up at Draco's smirking face.

Harry didn't glare, instead he averted his eyes back to the robes on top of him. Draco noticed his sudden change in focal direction, scurrying over quickly to retrieve his robes. Only then did Harry watch Draco as he placed the ebony green robe around himself. The smirk had left the blonde and was now replaced with that same scolding face which met Harry every time they had met in the past.

As the blonde moved off, Harry stood up, also taking his robe from the ground which was now coloured with the soil and fallen leaves. He swiped them away and also placed it around himself, taking in the biting cold that was around them. He paced after Draco, his figure heading towards the direction it had been before.

Draco's thoughts were nowhere near Harry's. He was glad, happy that he didn't need to wake up to the meddling voices of Crabbe and Goyle. The Slytherins' expected too much from him, they expected him to lead them to everything they need doing. What he wanted was solitude and isolation, not the nagging voices of those displeasing voices coming from numerous snakes.

Others see him as The-Boy-Who-Torments-The-Boy-Who-Lives. That's it. They don't perceive the other things he performs, the things he works hard at doing. They see nothing but the easily conniving comments that flow like water out of his mouth.

"Can we look for food?" The teen asked from behind, his voice nagging. Draco let out a sigh, throwing the small pouch over his shoulder, containing the fruits he found before the other had awoken.

Their surroundings hadn't changed, it remains the same eerie darkness it's been before, and will probably stay to be. The shadows still held their mysteries, the trees that loomed high overtop still watched from their great heights. Draco couldn't help but feel watched, unnerving of the fact that he didn't know what lay beyond.

His mind focused on the boy behind him instead, a fruit being crunched under his horrid fangs. Thoughts as to why the boy had awoken him from the spell the Amazon cast on him lay unanswered. If it was to be the other way, he was more that sure that he would have left the boy to rot till his bones were the only remains of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Not killed by Voldemort, but by Draco Malfoy, a deed that would bring the greatest respect from his father, and Lord Voldemort.

Draco asked himself, what was stopping him from doing just that? Killing him...

A loud screeching noise filled both their ears, stopping them on their tracks. Both reached for their wand with swift flexibility. Harry clutched the pouch on one hand, along with the half eaten fruit, the other hand gripping the wand deathly. Their heads averted from angle to angle as the screeching sound emitted from every corner of where they stood. It was not hysteric, but pain... whatever it is, is in pain.

"A dragon..." Whispered Draco.

They both ran ahead as the sound became louder in their ears. What they saw shocked them, their mouths gaping open.

"Antipodean Opaleye dragon..." How the other found their voice to speak was beyond Harry, he just stood and watched at the horrid display.

A baby stood nervously behind the larger one, parent protecting its young. But the protector was greatly injured, blue liquid seeping from the wounds that had been inflicted. It held a deadly stance, but was trembling, it's legs giving way before forcing it up again. It's teeth jarred shut, sparks of electricity coursed through, eyes slit to the finest, showing off its anger. A spark started at the end of it's spiked tail, quickly working it's way up through the body, towards the mouth that had now opened, a large jolt of the blue fire, blended in with electric blue, shooting towards it's two small figured subjects, made it the more deadly.

The dark figures that stood in front of the raging blue monstrosity held their enormous shields on the ground, crouching down to avoid the flame that past through. Once it had stopped, they manoeuvred it so they now hang on their backs. One pulled out its sheathed sword that was also positioned behind its back, silver glinting into the two teens eyes. The other held on tightly onto their spear as they both charged towards the weakened and panting dragon.

Harry's eyes became wider, the two figures dashing closer to the feeble creatures. Without a second thought, "STOP!" Yelled Harry, running towards the battle, wand pointed towards the figures that have now stopped, heads turned towards him. "EXPELLIARMUS!" Shouted Harry, still sprinting to the two figures. Harry felt the spell surge through his body before it emitted through his wand, sparks of golden and blinding light shooting through the tip of his wand. But with fluidity, they held their shields towards Harry, repelling the summoned spell.

Harry stopped, watching his attempt at damaging them with failed dismay, sparks easily bouncing off the jet black of their defences. Instead of their previous subject, they ran towards a new victim... Harry.

He stood frozen, watching red eyes pierce him through those helmets they wore.

"Protego!" Draco voiced loudly, pointing his wand at Harry. Now protected, he walked past the other teen with pride, chin held high as the two figures moved closer. He stretched out his wand, waiting for them to come closer.

"Petrificus Totalus!" This time it was Harry's voice, his wand pointed to the dark knight that was meters from Draco's body. The knight had stopped, the silver sword held high over it's head before landing on the floor with a large thud.

"That was mine, Potter." Draco hissed, his head turning to look at the teen behind him.

"You can have that one." Harry said, pointing his wand to the nearing knight, the spear held to them with piercing intensity.

Draco turned to look at the knight, waiting for it to come closer, wand still outstretched. Once close enough for Draco's comfort, "Scourgify!" Was the first spell the blonde voiced at it's attacker, it's shield discarding itself, leaving the knight with only his spear. "Venite Incantato!" Jets of light discharged from Draco's wand, it's tip glowing brightly. The attack had rammed hard against it's target, sending it back, exploding. Harry covered his eyes, covering the blinding light as the sounds of metal landed on the hard soil.

"Impudent Dragon Tamers." Draco scowled, kicking at the unmovable knight before him. Harry ignored his actions and ran towards the howling voice of the small calf, nudging at the larger parent. Draco retrieved the silver sword, realising how heavy it was, deciding also that it was best just to drag it... he knew what he had to do.

Harry slowed as he neared the two creatures, belittling him with their monstrous size, even the baby was larger than he. He watched as the baby wept, it's tiny horns nudging at it's parent.

He came to a stop in front of the large dragons face, it's eyes shadowed, but it saw Harry. He moved his hand towards it, but stopping as the creature let out a low grumble. But Harry was nowhere near caring, it was hurting, dying... and he wasn't able to do anything. He placed his hands on the blue scales of the dragon, the rough surface slightly grinding against his own palm.

He moved his head to the baby that had now curled up around it's parents limbs, tired, but nonetheless filled with grief and sorrow. The emotion somehow made its way to Harry's own heart, realising that this baby was about to lose its parent. A tear rolled down the boy's eyes, unaware.

He had grown up with no parents, no one to call mum, no one to call dad. He had an Aunt, an Uncle, and a Cousin. He had no family, no one to turn to as a child, no one to help him up when he was bruised at the knee, no one to hold his hand so he wouldn't get lost while looking at toys and candy. No one to wipe the tears that had endlessly flooded his cheeks. He had no one...

More tears flowed down Harry's cheeks, which were now realised, quickly wiping it away with his sleeves.

Harry turned his head around at the sound of metal, his view filling with Draco holding a silver blade that surpassed his own body. He held onto it tightly, fighting to keep it still. "What are you doing?" Asked Harry quietly, looking at the blonde in puzzlement.

"She's in pain..." Draco replied with devoid emotion.

"No!" Harry said firmly, not caring that Draco saw the tears that stained his cheeks. He stood protectively before the dragon, arms spread to both his sides, challenging the other teen. "You're not doing anything with that sword."

"And you're going to stop me?" Draco said, bitterness in his voice. "Do you really think that I would think twice about jabbing this blade through you, Potter?"

Harry kept quiet.

"Let me give you a history lesson, you half-blood. For the last seven years, we shared nothing but hatred towards each other, nothing but glares were past between our eyes, and I still hold those, so get out of my way, else you receive the same pleasure as this dragon soon will." His tone never faltered. It was filled with the hatred he usually held, and the biting cold of his voice rammed at Harry.

"Then do it..." Harry whispered quietly, his voice filled with sorrow, looking at the ground in front of him. "Kill me... I'm tired of being who I am, I'm sick of all the stares and remarks I get from all of you. I've had enough of the sympathy and pity I get from people I try to be normal around with." Harry looked up and genuinely smiled, but a sad one it was. "It'll do the both of us some good. I'll finally be with my parents, and you get heir as Prince of Slytherin." Harry chuckled, not realising the tears that tracked their way down from his eyes.

Draco watched, his anger seeming to ebb away. But he still held on tightly to the sword, ready to strike. He watched the boy in front of him tilt his head back down to the ground, along with his hands. Draco at that moment felt as though reassurance from him to the other was needed, but that wasn't his character, he wasn't going to stoop that low. But as the glistening tears fell from the dark haired teen's face, his grip on the sword was dawning.

"What are you waiting for!?" Harry now shouted, eyes locked onto Draco's, tears blurring his vision of the blonde in front of him. "Take my life. It's what you've always dreamed of, what you've always wanted!"

Draco glared at him, although that wasn't the current emotion coursing through in his heart. He didn't understand what he felt towards the other teen, but hate wasn't one of them. He shook his head and dropped the blade in front of him, turning around and walking off.

"Where are you going!?" He shouted. Harry stood frozen at his spot, the large dragon just behind him. His legs buckled, unable to support his body any longer. "...where're you going...." His voice had quieted down greatly, coming out as a hoarse whisper whilst he fell to his knees.

Worse than screaming words at each other, turning your back was far worse. It demonstrated a greater emotion than hate towards those who the back is turned to. It left you with a pathetic feeling, a worthless and cowardice feeling.

Harry sniffled his tears, watching as Draco's figure disappeared off from his line of blurred vision.

Seconds ticked away, minutes passed by, and hours glided. Harry couldn't be bothered with the time, he didn't care, darkness was always surrounding you anyhow.

He sat leaning against a tree, having moved away from the two unmoving forms of the dragons, never looking back. He knew the parent dragon had died, it's loud thumping heart having ceased, causing an unsettling silence once it was so.

Now he sat there, eyes sore. He knew in his mind Draco had probably continued his trek, leaving Harry to deal with himself, with his own problems. Harry had figured as much, it was just like Malfoy's to do so, everyone for themselves. But somehow, it hurt to know that the other didn't care. He'd let his heart pour, spill out what he felt, but the other was not at all affected. He'd never even shown this much emotion towards Ron or Hermione, or anyone for that matter. Maybe he had expected Draco to pierce him with that sword with no second thoughts, but he declined and walked away, and now... now Harry was left with this horrible feeling.

The obscured night that was in front of Harry was not what he saw, his thoughts instead were there. Thoughts about how much he loves his parents, parents that he knows little about. They're becoming only memories, but he refuses to accept that, he wanted them to be more than that, he wanted to see them, see the traits that have been passed onto him, whether it be good or bad. He wants to see them not in photos, but in actuality. He wants to feel the soft brushes of her mum's hand against his own, he wants to feel the warmth his dad's smile would cast upon him.

But he's only dwelling in the past and lamenting reality.

Choosing not to let his presence known as of yet, Draco watched in silent anticipation at the boy sat leaning against a large tree. How vulnerable he was making himself, how low his defences were, wand not even in view, was intimidating to the blonde. He knew the boy would have thought he left, but he got held back by an unseen force, of free will.

This teen, this boy... he was a complete stranger to Draco. He was not the Boy-Who-Lived so many times against the Dark Lord. He was not the teen Draco scolded every passing minute he saw him in failure. He was not the one he'd thrown his snide remarks at, he was... fascinated. Although not willing to accept that fact, he was however willing to admit something was there, if not a little glint of a spark.

He pushed himself away from the trunk he was leaning on and started walking to him, making as little sound as possible. He was a few paces from Harry now, but he has yet to acknowledge him. The sitting teen never looked up, his expression never wavering from his day dreaming stare at nothing.

"Get up" The blonde demanded firmly, watching the teen below him with furrowed eyebrows.

Harry looked up, scrutinizing the figure that towered him. His mouth parted slightly, his focus becoming clear to reveal Draco Malfoy.

Why are you still here?, thought Harry.

Draco, already frustrated at Harry just sitting there, examining him, crouched down and grabbed him by the elbows, pulling him up abruptly, amazed that he was not met with resistance. Harry kept staring, the fact that Draco was there some odd hours later was still trying to transmit into his head.

"Stop staring at me." Draco seethed, letting his grasp on Harry's elbow cease, walking back to the direction of the school. The two teens walked on quietly, the Slytherin in the lead. Thoughts both filled their heads, but silence still loomed.

Their environment never changed if their life depended on it. There still remain the large number of trees, still well over the height of any given house. Dead leaves and branches litter the soil, unmoved and untouched. Silent howls of wind quickly brush by, but the two Hogwarts students think nothing of it.

"Would you quit staring at me, Potter?" The blonde Slytherin hissed, his pace never faltering. "Am I that attractive that I had bent you over?" There was anger, yet mockery in his tone.

Harry looked away flushing slightly, guilty. "Sorry to disappoint you Malfoy, but dreams of yours don't pass over to reality." Harry replied, same mocking tone in his voice.

The Gryffindor had not known as to why his gaze seem to have always locked back to Draco. His behaviours have been somewhat odd from the cold and bitter rivalries they usually shared. Draco acted a lot more... civil towards Harry, if only a little.

Twice, Harry thought, Twice he saved my life...

Harry pushed the last thought away. Draco hadn't saved his life. All he wanted was to demonstrate how weak a Gryffindor was compared to the slithering Slytherin.

As if on instinct, Harry pulled his robes a little tighter around himself, the cold wind having picked up to the slightest. His head was watching his trailing footsteps... left, right, left, right...--

Draco came to a complete halt, the dark-haired youth behind him having not noticed, bumped him forward, causing the blonde to hurl swiftly around and glare at him. "Would you watch it?" he retorted angrily, "Bloody Gryffindors are so damn clumsy" he whispered to himself, turning his back to the confused teen.

The fog was dense, white as snow, looking as if plastered on black canvas, showing bits of grey. It stretched as far as the eye could see, whether looking to the left or the right, top or bottom. The white puffs of smoke never danced about, they remained stationary as if something was keeping them in and locked at their spot.

"This isn't right." Draco whispered to himself.

"What isn't right?" A voice behind him asked.

He didn't take the question in a form of stupidity or scold the commenter, instead, he talked on. "This...fog. It shouldn't be so dense. In most cases, one would not realise when they enter the fog, it comes unnoticed. But this.." he said, trailing off on the last sentence. "..is bizarre"

Harry shifted his eyes away from the Slytherin and looked at the wall of white smoke. It truly was quite a spectacle and awkward at the same moment. The Gryffindor moved so he stood beside the blonde, eyes never moving away from the display.

"Is it suppose to be like that?" Whispered Harry.

The blonde let out an exasperated sigh, giving the darker haired teen a mocking glare, this time, sarcasm in his voice. "Yes, fogs are suppose to be white as snow and align in a wall formation," Harry gave the blonde a look, almost believing him, before replacing it with a frown. "Dear gods, Potter," he said, "you know absolutely nothing."

With that said, the blonde moved forward, eyeing the wall suspiciously. Once face to face with it, he lifted his hand, moving it slowly to create contact. "Are you sure thats a wise idea, Malfoy?" asked Harry. Draco rolled his eyes, ignoring him as he placed his hand, palm first against the dense fog.

"See?" the blonde grinned, turning around to face the Gryffindor, "nothing." Harry moved so he stood behind him. His hand created a hole whilst the fog seeped through. Draco furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm stuck" he grunted.

Harry looked at him worryingly, "What?"

"I'm stuck." He said a little louder, taking his left hand to try and pull the other out. The fog that had seeped through started to attach to Draco's hand, moving up to engulf the whole of his arm. Without a second thought, the Gryffindor moved in front of the Slytherin, both his hands clasping over the blonde's one. Draco watched the teen in front of him for the fewest of seconds, his own body struggling to free his arm.

Why's he helping me... thought Draco.

Before his train of thought continued, the fog had tore open a larger gap, a loud rush of cloud circulating the both, swallowing them inside.