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Lost Without You
Chapter 2: Soul Searching

"Come on guys! Let's go! Watch it Ron!" Hermione yelled, jumping up and down in the stands. The Gryffindor fans groaned loudly when the Quaffle squeaked past Ron into the hoop.

"Ten points for Ravenclaw! Come on Ron, keep up there!" yelled Lee Jordan, the honorary Quidditch commentator. "And I have to thank you again, Professor McGonagall, for allowing me to come back and be the announcer for the first game of the season. Oh, look there folks! Ten points for Gryffindor! The score is now 60-50, Gryffindor in the lead." The Ravenclaw and Slytherin stands booed loudly whenever Gryffindor made another score. "It looks like these teams are really evenly matched—only catching the Snitch will tell who's going to win this game."

Immediately, all eyes looked higher up in the sky, searching for the Seekers. Harry came into view, diving for the ground. Right behind him was the Ravenclaw Seeker, only a hair's breadth behind the larger, faster boy. Glancing behind him, Harry measured the distance between the other Seeker and himself, looked to his left, and then halted his broom in midair. The Ravenclaw Seeker hurtled past Harry while he darted left.

"Whoa there! A fake out by Harry Potter. Wait, does he really see it? Does he have it?"

Harry was again diving for the ground, the Golden Snitch glittering in his sight. His plan to get rid of the other Seeker worked only momentarily, for he could feel her coming in close behind her, fighting to get the Snitch, too. Putting an extra burst of speed into his broom, Harry continued to plummet. The ground looming ever closer, the Golden Snitch suddenly reversed and sped into the air. Seconds before impact, Harry pulled up to do the same, however, the other Seeker couldn't respond fast enough and slammed into the back of Harry, forcing him back down. She pitched and rolled, getting thrown from her broom at the impact. She fell towards the ground, still moving dangerously fast.

In the stands, there was absolute silence. In only a matter of seconds they had watched the game turn from fun to deadly, and there was nothing anyone could do. Although the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stands were the most anxious, one lone person in the Slytherin stand held his breath for the outcome. Draco Malfoy felt his heart lurch in his chest seeing Harry close to a certain concussion or worse. Reaching out toward him uselessly, his mind screamed, "No!!!!"

Miraculously, seconds before a brutal hit, Harry yanked up hard, one hand swinging low to grab the robes of the Raveclaw Seeker. His broom sagged with the extra weight, but Harry hung on. Setting her down safely, if rather brusquely, Harry dashed back up into the air. If he could only go a little faster—there it was! The Golden Snitch was hovering close by, as if watching the damage it had caused. Speeding closer, Harry rolled and grabbed the Snitch, clutching it tightly in his hand.

Down on the ground, almost every person was on their feet, yelling and cheering. "And Harry Potter has done it again! That's 150 points for Gryffindor to win the game! And what a save, did you all see that?" Lee was yelling across the stadium. Coming to land, all the players swamped Harry, showering him with hugs and praise. Even the Ravenclaw team was happy for him, as he had just saved their best Seeker in years.

Seeing Harry alright, Draco sighed in relief, and tried to look away. He couldn't take his eyes off the other boy, though. Suddenly, he felt a pain in chest, making him double over. Still watching Harry, he saw him do the same. He wanted to reach out to Harry, to grab him and hold him, run his hands over his muscular body, checking for injuries. Shoving his friends out of the way, Draco stumbled down the stairs. What was going on? Why did he care if Harry got hurt? And above all, why did he have those thoughts and feelings about Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived?

Harry waved away the hands that reached out to support him, telling them it was just a little shock was all. Looking around, Harry was confused. He was feeling that same pulling urgency, calling him, needing him towards the end of the game. Right before hitting the ground, he could have sworn he heard a voice in his head scream, "No!" Now here he was, with a hole in his heart. Literally, he wondered if someone hadn't reached in to take away a part of himself. His green eyes scanning the crowd, Harry made out the form of Draco Malfoy, rushing away, clutching his heart, too. Making his way to the locker room, Harry left the cheering fans behind, bewildered and confused.

Throwing himself to the ground by the lake, Draco collapsed in a heap. He had to think of what this all meant. Was it possible that Harry Potter was his soul-mate and those feelings were the signs that he was meant to be with him? "Impossible," he told himself. He had spent 7 years of his life fighting against that goody-goody and hating the ground he walked on. He hated him with a passion, such a strong emotion that—Draco stopped thinking. Such a strong emotion. He remembered the words from the book in the library. …a veela's mate has been the source of many strong emotions throughout the veela's life. It has been discovered that these need not be positive emotions. So it was true, perhaps, that his soul-mate could be his biggest enemy.

But, did he really hate Harry Potter? True, there was a strong, seething emotion inside of him connected with Harry Potter, but where did it come from? Thinking back to when he offered his friendship to Harry, Draco realized the antagonistic feelings started then. He had offered part of himself to the other young boy; he had stuck his neck out to do something for him, but got rejected in turn. There it was, he discovered. That was the source for the strong emotions. He did not hate Harry as a person at all; in fact, he had wanted to be with him a long time ago. But it stung, hurt, grievously pained him when he was rejected by the Golden Boy. So he fought with him all these long years to try and fix the damage he had unknowingly caused so many years ago.

Now the question was what to do. He was almost sure his soul-mate was Harry Potter, but there was no way they could be together. Even if he could get the boy to believe his crazy story about veelas and life partners, he was still at the opposite end of the spectrum from Harry, a bad boy, through and through. Turning the ring his mother had given him over and over in his hands, Draco thought about the Golden Boy. And then there was his father, who would rather skin Draco and stretch out his hide then have his adoptive son mate with the one who brought his master down from power. I'll just ignore the feelings, that's all, he told himself, forgetting what the books said about mates that did not complete the bond. He would ignore the thoughts and feelings, and continue to exist as he had. Sad, depressed, and so very alone, a part of him whispered.

Sitting alone in the locker room, Harry leaned back on the bench. Something strange was going on, and now it was past the point of unusual, more towards distracting and painful. Something, someone, needed him, wanted him, and Harry wanted it, too. He felt so alone, despite all the fans and friends that had mobbed him earlier. He wanted someone. The thing with Cho never worked out; he didn't want something like that. Real love, real caring, was what he wanted. Ron and Hermione, although still neither of them had declared their love for the other, were so unbelievably happy. They spent every minute together flirting, whispering, talking; hell, just breathing the same air together thrilled the two. Someone out there wanted Harry, he just knew it, and he wanted them, too.

xXxXxXx

In the Great Hall on Monday morning, Harry sat among his friends, talking lightly with them all. Right outside of the doors, Draco watched Harry's every move, unable to take his eyes away from the raven haired boy. He watched as that Ginny Weasley girl leaned in close to Harry. She whispered something in his ear and giggled, putting her hand on his arm. Reaching up, she ruffled his messy black hair, laughing out loud. Seething in fury, Draco watched that bitch touch his Harry Potter. How dare she? She had no claim to him whatsoever! Immediately Draco shook the feelings out of his head. He was trying so hard to ignore Harry and his powerful need for him. Turning away from the hall, Draco walked away. Every time he closed his eyes he saw his emerald eyes, black messy hair, strong, sleek, muscled body. He wanted to be with him so bad, to crush his body up against his and melt away the distance between the two. Sighing, he shook his head and walked the halls aimlessly.

After Ginny ruffled his hair, Harry felt that presence again; now it was mad. Looking towards the doors, Harry searched for that someone he kept sensing. His heart literally ached, no matter what anyone did. Ginny's flirtations only increased that feeling of loneliness. It just didn't feel right when her hands touched his skin for some reason. Sighing, he shook his head and left the hall.

xXxXxXx

"Hey, Granger!" Draco called, seeing Hermione walking by.

She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. "Yes, Malfoy? Have something nasty to say?"

He refrained from replying with an insult. "I was just wondering. This may seem like an odd question, but what does Potter think of me?"

Hermione blinked. "What? What kind of stupid question is that, really, Malfoy? You've done everything possible to make his life a living hell since you two met. You insult him every time you see him and make fun of his friends. I mean, what do you expect? That he just woke up one night and all of a sudden liked you again?"

"You don't need to act like an ass, Granger."

"Well honestly, Malfoy. You're a horrible git to him, and you know it, don't you?" she asked.

Pursing his lips, Draco nodded.

"Well there you have it, Malfoy. You're an ass to him, but, you know what? He still doesn't hate you, and I don't really understand why."

Grabbing her arm, Draco looked into her eyes. "What do you mean, 'He still doesn't hate you?'"

Pulling out of his grasp, Hermione rubbed her arm where he had touched her. "I mean, Malfoy, that he doesn't hate you. After what he said to you on the train at the beginning of this term, he felt bad about it."

"Why?" he asked, and she could tell he was genuinely interested.

"He felt bad because he hurt you, Malfoy," she replied.

Scoffing, Draco almost visibly stuck his nose up in the air. "Please, Granger, as if. Harry Potter would be the last person on earth able to hurt a Malfoy," he said haughtily. Turning sharply, Draco walked away, visibly radiating indignation.

Shaking her head, Hermione walked the other way, mumbling something about "…pure-bloods who act like kindergarteners…"

xXxXxXx

"Come to me, my angel," a dark, soothing voice called to him. "Come to me and let me make you whole. I can save you; let me love you." A hand extended to him from the shadows. Light hit and rolled on that soft, luxurious skin like beads of water on a flower petal. His chest heaving in desire, Harry extended his hand to that mysterious grasp, yielding himself to that powerful voice.

Crushed into a powerful embraced, Harry's knees went weak with pleasure and longing. This was absolutely perfect! This was the embrace that he had been so longing for! Looking into the eyes of his savior, Harry received a shock to see those silver eyes gazing back at him. Draco's eyes looked at him, not with hate, but with a degree of love and longing that captivated Harry. His strong arms holding the other teen, Draco held his love close. Not knowing what to say, their lips met in the softest and sweetest of kisses, and they found that neither had to say a word at all.

Panting and sweating, Harry Potter sat up in bed. When he realized the whole thing had been a dream, tears overcame him. That tugging was still there at his heart; he needed someone and didn't think he could live without them. Was it possible Draco was the one he longed for? That dream, that embrace had been so perfect, so completing. Quietly crying, Harry Potter lulled himself back to sleep.

xXxXxXx

The next morning in double Potions, Harry prepared himself for two hours of hell. Not only were they in Potions with the Slytherins, but Ron was in the Hospital Wing today with a nasty bout of the flu. Hermione was forced to work alone in Potions class now, because she always helped her partner too much, according to Snape. So Harry sat alone at the table, looking forward to two hours of Snape breathing down his neck, shooting him awful glances, and generally doing everything possible to fail the Golden Boy. And just like every day since a few weeks into the term, he felt that pervading emptiness in himself, that loneliness that every time he closed his eyes threatened to take over and break him down. Just when he thought life couldn't get any worse, Draco Malfoy walked in, and his heart practically leapt out of his chest. Blushing furiously, why did he feel this away about Malfoy, he looked down. He almost knew that Malfoy was the one he yearned for, but that was impossible, wasn't it?

Hurrying in, Draco looked around for a seat. He was almost late for his favorite class, but Snape wouldn't have cared anyway. Looking at each desk, Malfoy realized that every seat was taken, except for the one next to Harry Potter. Inwardly groaning, he sat down next to Potter, but didn't say a word. Potter didn't look up, nor did Malfoy look down at him.

Snape stalked in the classroom, in his normal 'I hate my job, I hate these kids, get me out of this hell-hole' mood. Walking to the head of the class, he looked around disgustedly, only brightening a little when he saw Malfoy. He was sitting next to that Potter boy; maybe Malfoy could make class even harder for Potter. Snape could only hope so. "Turn to page 340. We will be creating a potion that, when consumed, grants the user the ability to see lies told by another individual for a short period of time. Now, can anyone tell me why this has certain advantages over Veritaserum?"

As usual, Hermione's hand shot up into the air, along with a few others. Glaring at Hermione, Snape called on Zabini. "It is sometimes more effective because the person being interrogated does not know they're being questioned under truth spells. It allows the interrogator to get honest information willingly."

Snape nodded, and then said, "I expect a finished vial on my desk by the time you leave. Begin," he stated, going to sit at his desk.

Draco and Harry opened their books to page 340, scanning the list of ingredients and procedures. "I'll get the ingredients," Harry mumbled, walking off. He was nervous because Malfoy hadn't done anything to torment him yet. He knew it had to be coming soon. Malfoy got the cauldron ready, upset that he couldn't make himself harass Harry to at least try to appear normal. Setting things up, the two began to fix the potion, hardly speaking to each other. Harry began to tip the cat's claw into the cauldron, losing himself in his thoughts. About to add too much of the claw, Draco saw the mistake happening. Quickly he reached out, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling it away from the cauldron. Immediately a rush of warmth spread through both teens, beginning at their joined hands. An intense sense of pleasure encompassed the two, making them shudder in response. As quickly as it had come, it passed, leaving them both empty and breathless. Letting go of Harry's hand, Draco looked down, eyes wide. Holy Fuck, he thought.

Snape swooped down on Harry, having watched him almost add too much of the ingredient. Thankfully, he missed the reaction between the boys, though. "And just what, do you think you are doing, Potter? Trying to sabotage the potion, I see?"

"Actually, Professor, it was my fault," Draco interrupted. "I accidentally told him to add that much. I didn't reread the ingredients. I'm sorry."

Looking down at his favorite student, Snape actually looked shocked. So, too, did Harry and Draco himself. "Well, I suppose that is all right then," Snape uttered, walking away. Harry stared at Draco openmouthed.

Narrowing his eyes, Malfoy kicked him under the table. "Act normal, idiot. Come on, let's get this done."

Finishing the rest of the potion, Draco poured it into three separate vials. Walking up to Snape, he put one on the desk. Tucking the other two into his robes, he walked back to desk, helping Harry clean up. After finishing, Draco walked quickly out of the room. He needed to talk to someone who knew all the answers. He couldn't smother these feelings any longer. He would simply have to ask Granger some questions and hope she would be nice.

As Hermione left the class, she found herself being pulled aside by Malfoy. "What was that about in there?" she asked.

"Granger, what do you know about veelas?" he said, ignoring her question.

Huffily she responded, "Malfoy, what about veelas? I mean honestly, how can you expect me to just—"

"Ssh! Keep your voice down! Do you want the whole world to hear? What do you know about their soul-mates? Why do they bond with the person they do? And are the mates alike?"

"No need to get so snippy. Oh, sorry, I forget, we're talking about you here."

Groaning, Draco said, "Granger…please."

"Oh all right. No, actually, the mates are usually never alike. From what I've read, a veela mate couple is meant to be one person, after being joined together. Not one person, exactly," she corrected herself, seeing his confused expression. "It's like this, usually the soul-mates are opposites. You know, 'opposites attract.' The two people come together and complete each other."

Nodding, Draco thanked her absently, and walked away. Following his retreating form with her eyes, Hermione's quick mind began to put the pieces together. Rushing off to the library, she went to finish the puzzle that was Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

xXxXxXx

"Jes a minute, there," Hagrid called to the person knocking on his door. Going to admit the knocker, he saw a saddened Harry standing on his doorstep. "Well come on in 'dere, Harry. Tell me, what's wrong?"

Harry walked in, slumping down on the first available seat, a crate. "I don't know, Hagrid. I think I'm going crazy."

Sitting down on the floor next to Harry, Hagrid was still much taller than the teen. "Crazy, Harry? I doubt that. Tell me 'bout it."

"It's, well…I don't know, that's just it. I have this yawning, gaping hole inside of me. I'm so lonely, even though I have two great friends, and tons of other friends. I just—I don't feel complete. And I'm scared, Hagrid. How can I face Voldemort when I don't even feel like a whole person?"

Hagrid rubbed Harry's back. "Aw Harry, you jes need to find that special someone, and you will."

"That's not all of it, Hagrid. I haven't told anyone this, but…I can't explain it. There's this guy in my year, and I don't understand, I just can't stop thinking about him. It doesn't make any sense." Putting his face in his hands, he shook his head. "I never felt this way about another boy, but now…I just look at him and think 'Wow.' There's so much to him I don't know. I want to be with him, and I don't know why," he finished.

Blinking in surprise, Hagrid was at a loss for words briefly. "Oh, well, uh, well then Harry."

"I know Hagrid. You don't have to say anything at all. I'm ashamed enough for the both of us."

"Naw Harry! I'm not ashamed of you at all. Hush there, Harry. Dun get worked up about it. Lots of people fin' the same sex perty. That dusn't mean there's a thing wrong with ya'. Dun listen to wha' those Muggles there have to say. They dun know a thing. You're the bravest, kindest, and definitely most stressed student here, Harry. So relax, and it'll all be okay." Hugging Harry, Hagrid stood up to answer the door to a rather rude, hurried knock.

Outside the door stood Professor McGonagall. "Please, Hagrid, you're needed in the Forest. A unicorn's been hurt," she said quickly. Looking back at Harry, who nodded in response to an unspoken question, Hagrid left the hut, following McGonagall. Throwing himself dramatically to the ground, Harry lay still for some time, simply staring at the ceiling, contemplating his life and his lack of a love life.

xXxXxXx

"Stupid veela mating crap," Draco mumbled to himself, sitting beside the lake once again. He simply could not get enough of the fresh air, despite the chilly fall temperatures. Skipping rocks across the surface, Draco watched rock after rock sink into the chilly, murky depths of the water. Feeling quite like a rock himself, Draco was sinking into the chilly, murky depths of a forbidden love, never to surface the same. No matter how hard he forced Harry Potter out of his mind, the green-eyed boy slowly found his way back into every fiber of Draco's being, interrupting every daily activity.

"I know your secret," a voice behind him said suddenly, making Draco leap to his feet.

"Gods Granger! Do you want to give me a heart attack?" he yelled, running a shaking hand through his shining blonde locks.

"I know your secret," she repeated.

"That's nice, Granger. I'm sure you do. That's right, I sleep with a blankie. Now go away, I'm busy," he said sarcastically, hoping his tone would make her leave and drop the subject.

Shaking her finger at him, Hermione stepped closer and closer to him, cornering him between a boulder and the lake. "Draco Malfoy, the half-veela. Turning 17, his soul searched for his perfect mate, and guess who it was? The Boy-Who-Lived, none other than Harry Potter himself. Yearning to be with him, he holds himself back from his true love for reasons hitherto unknown to us."

"You should know why, smart ass!" he retorted, his voice low and shaking, in fear or anger, Hermione couldn't tell.

"No, I don't know why, Malfoy. You're a perfect match, really."

"Perfect match my ass, Granger! Have you even met me? Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy, and I've hated the ground you, Weasel-bee, and Potter have walked on since we set foot into this school!"

"So you'll let that stand in your way? All you have to do is apologize to Harry. You know how honorable he is, he'd forgive you."

"Out of pity, Granger, and I want no pity."

"Not out of pity, idiot! Out of love! Haven't you seen Harry lately? He cries alone at night, and aches for someone, for you, Malfoy! He's hurt because of you! So get off your high horse and love him, for God's sake!" she yelled, practically shaking the bigger boy by the shoulders.

Taken aback for a second, Malfoy's face showed genuine concern and surprise. Then the mask was back on. Swiping away Hermione's hands, he glared down at her. "You don't know the first thing about me, mudblood," he said, his voice low and his silver eyes sparkling in rage.

Swish! Smack! Hermione's hand flew threw the air, smacking Malfoy across the face so hard his head turned. "Say it again, Malfoy! I'll hit you so hard it'll make that punch in 3rd year look like a love tap!"

Rubbing his aching cheek, Draco stared at the extremely infuriated witch in front of him. Although considerably shorter than he was, what she lacked in height she certainly made up for in presence and anger. "Damn it, Granger! I can't, don't you see? I'm a Malfoy! We're bound to the Dark Arts like you are to your books. Potter brought my dad's master out of power and threatened our very lives in the same act. Even if I could bring myself to be with him, my father could never accept him."

"Wake up, Malfoy," she said, the name dripping with sarcasm. "You're not a true Malfoy any more. You're a half-veela by your mother and another man, which means you have no obligation to serve the Malfoy name. Grow up, Draco, and find out who you really are. You don't have to serve the Dark Arts any more than I would have to. Lucius has no hold over you, don't you see? You need Harry, and he needs you. If you don't complete the bond, you're in for an awful, meaningless life, you and him both. You'll have the knowledge that he suffers because of you—"

Snarling, Draco reached out to grab her by the throat. "Shut up, Granger! Shut UP!"

Eyes wide, Hermione let herself go limp in Draco's grasp, somehow knowing that he wouldn't hurt her. Whoever he used to be, he wasn't even close to the same person. The veela nature had almost completely taken over. Feeling her body go limp, Draco grabbed her under her arms quickly, to keep her from falling. Setting her on her feet, Draco's chest heaved in pent-up aggression. "I'm sorry," he uttered, and ran away.

xXxXxXx

Sitting on his bed, Draco held the ring his mother had given him in his hand. He wanted nothing more then to slide it on Harry's finger, to claim him as his own. Hermione was right, really. They were perfect for each other. Harry could lead him towards the Light, while he could show Harry some sides of the Dark to help him in his fight. Harry was calm and thoughtful, while Draco was impulsive and quick to anger. Poor Harry was always stressed, but Draco was always laid back. Together, they could complete each other.

Closing his eyes, Draco imagined the emerald-eyed teen in front of him. His black, ruffled hair, strong, able body, long, graceful fingers, were all imprinted in his mind as clearly as if Harry were standing right there. Reaching out, Draco almost thought he could feel his warm skin under his fingers. Opening his eyes, Draco saw that he was all alone.

Taking a deep breath, Draco walked to the dresser that held his Malfoy medallion. He heard his mother's and Hermione's words in his mind as clearly as if they were there, "You're not a true Malfoy." Holding the medallion in his hand, Draco felt it weigh heavy in his palm and heart. Slowly, hesitatingly, he set it down on the floor. Stepping away from it, Draco held out his wand, and whispered the Blasting Curse, destroying the medallion, leaving only a smoking spot where it had once stood. Turning around, Draco left the room without a backward glance.

xXxXxXx

Leaning back against a Quidditch goal post, Harry sat with his head titled back, eyes closed. Around him the night was silent. He was alone, like usual. Looking for Hermione earlier, she was no where to be found, not even in the library. Across the field, a figure clad in black pants, and a tight black turtleneck watched Harry's every move. Sitting on the ground in jeans and a white undershirt, his Hogwarts robes carelessly thrown over his shoulders to ward off the cold, Harry Potter looked absolutely marvelous. Licking his lips, Draco mentally undressed Harry, nearly throbbing with desire. What they could have together, and what they could become, Draco would never know, but he knew that letting his adoptive father stand in the way of any potential happiness was not worth it. He was prepared for a long, hard fight to win the Gryffindor Seeker's heart if he had to, but every battle would be worth it. He didn't deserve to be accepted willingly into Harry's life, but he would fight for that right if need be.

Striding across the field in measured, even steps, Draco carried himself closer and closer to his perfect match, his true love, his soul-mate. Looking up, Harry saw Draco come towards him. Nearly swamped with desire, Harry had to look away. What is he doing here? Oh Gods…I can't take this. I want him so bad, Harry thought. That tugging sensation at his heart increased with every step Draco took towards him. Feeling the other boy stop close to him, Harry took a chance and glanced upwards. Draco stood over Harry, his arms crossed over his lithe and toned chest. Harry couldn't bring himself to speak; he didn't trust the sound of his voice. What was going on? That pull around his middle was almost hauling him up from the ground toward Draco. He felt like he needed, had to be held by the blonde teen, or he just couldn't live.

Draco smiled down on Harry, the first genuine, heart-felt, warmth-filled smile of his life. Extending a hand to Harry, Draco stated simply, "I know why you cry alone at night."


A/N: So, so? What does everyone think? I was pretty happy with how it turned out, I might make some small adjustments though. You all know the drill, please review and make my day. I'd love constructive criticsm, it's how we all improve! What do you all think of the chapter lengths? I hope they're not too long, I can try to make them a tad shorter. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!