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Title: You Make Me Complete
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: Will be R-rated
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed my first chapter. It's greatly appreciated! I have a BETA! Thank you, Caz Malfoy for Beta- reading my work! Millions of hugs to you for your help!
Now, on with the story!
Chapter
2
Friends and enemies
Next morning when Hermione, Ron and I stepped in to the Great Hall for breakfast I immediately looked for Draco. I was a little disappointed when I thought that he wasn't there, but then I saw him. But he wasn't sitting in the middle of the table, being the centre of attention, as he always was. 'No,' I thought. 'He hasn't been the centre of attention in Slytherin for the whole year. Not since we came back after the summer.'
Now he sat alone, a bit from everybody else. Not even Crabbe and Goyle were with him. Not even that girl... Parkinson hung from his arm as she always used to before. I felt a pang of sympathy for the blond, as he sat there, all alone.
Then he looked up from his plate, his silver eyes meeting mine, and he gave me an insecure smile. It was the first time that he actually smiled at me. I mean a real smile - not a smirk. It was a smile. Granted, it wasn't a very strong one, it was more a smile asking me if the truce from yesterday was still in tact.
I smiled back at him.
And there it was.
A genuine, heart-felt smile that reached his eyes, which were now twinkling. He looked happy.
My heart did a funny little jump. I really liked to see him like that. Happy. Smiling. I liked it very much.
Then he quickly looked away, and I saw him shaking his head slightly. I guess he wondered what the hell was going on. I could bet all I have on that it was something like, 'A Malfoy doesn't smile!' He always used to think things like that.
Ron and Hermione looked a bit strange at me the whole day, because when they had asked me about the detention, I had just answered something similar to, "Oh. It was fine." I was still a bit astounded over the smile Draco had given to me, so I wasn't really focused about what they were taking about.
But, anyway - they had a hard time believing that a detention with Malfoy and Snape could be fine.
And then, to add to their puzzlement, I was a bit absent and distracted the whole day. I was like that as I was thinking about how the hell I was going to tell them about this truce-thing. It wouldn't be easy. Ron hated Draco, and even though Hermione didn't hate anyone, she had a very great dislike for Draco.
When the evening came we stayed up later than everybody else, as I said I had to tell them something important, and all three of us stayed up for so long that we had the whole of the Gryffindor common room to ourselves.
When everybody had went to sleep, (except Seamus, who was in the Astronomy tower doing... stuff.) Ron immediately asked, "Is it about You-Know-Who?" He was clearly worried.
That poor bloke. He always thought that it was something about Voldemort if I had to tell them something, or if I was worried, or anything else for that matter. He was always so much more afraid of Voldemort than I was. Probably it was because he had grown up in the Wizarding world, with everyone's fear, and I just heard about him when I was eleven.
"No, Ron. It's not about Voldemort." He squeaked a "gack!" when I said the name, but he couldn't say anything about it, for Hermione started to talk first.
"But, Harry, what is it then? You seem a little... anxious." She rubbed her hands together fervently, looking very worried. She's always so worried about me.
"Well, I have to talk to you about something," I hardly dared to look at them.
"Harry... is this about us. Do you mind us – being together?" Hermione asked carefully, and I saw the pained look she exchanged with Ron.
"No! I'm very happy for you!" I looked up, and when I'd seen them relax, I continued, "This is about something else."
I looked down at my hands, which were in my lap, as I sat in one of the big armchairs. Then I looked up at them again, and then I started to tell them everything . I didn't tell them that we had talked about the stuff that I hadn't even told them, and I didn't tell them that he had comforted me, and I didn't tell them that he'd held me, and I didn't tell them that we had became friends... Okay, The only thing I had told them was that I had called a truce with Malfoy (I didn't call him 'Draco' in front of them yet, either.)
Their reactions were immediate. They shot out of their chairs and started to yell at me.
"What?" They yelled in unison. "After all he has done to us?" They continued at the same time.
"He's called 'Mione a Mudblood, goodness knows how many times!" Ron screamed furiously.
"After all he's said about Ron's family!" Hermione squealed.
I felt so small while I sat there, curled up in an armchair as they stood up and yelled at me. I felt so pathetic, and I kept looking at my hands. Then I began to get angry. I was so mad! I stood up too, and faced them.
"YES! We did talk last night. I understand him better now! I want to put an end to all the fighting! I'm so freaking tired of this! Not only that I have school and Quidditch! I have the same problems as everyone else, plus I have to be The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived! I have to watch my back wherever I go, just in case Voldemort turns up and tries to kill me! And I have to have a damn war with Malfoy too! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" That was when I realised that I was yelling at the two most wonderful friends in the whole world, and I fell down into the armchair again. Leaning back my head, and said, quietly. "This truce makes it much easier. It will mean that I have a problem less." Then my anger burst out again. (Whoa. Major mood swings I had then, or what?)
"CAN'T YOU TWO UNDERSTAND? I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I AM KEEPING THE TRUCE WITH MALFOY – despite what you two say!" I calmed down at the end of the sentence, but was still furious and glared at them, when I was finished.
They had both sat down in the couch, which was opposite my armchair. They sat close to each other, and Ron had grabbed Hermione's hand, in comfort. They looked afraid of me.
I felt guilty and started to talk, calmly and tiredly,
"Look. I talked to him yesterday. I think he's changed. He hasn't pestered us for the whole year. I just can't take everything. It's too much for me to handle. But I guess, If you can't take it – If I have to choose... I have to choose you guys. You are my best friends!" I finished.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione whispered. Her lower-lip wobbled and I saw in her eyes that she was close to tears. 'No. Not again,' I thought 'No more tears!'
But it was too late. She started crying.
"No. Please, Hermione. Don't cry! Please.stop it! You know I can't handle that! Please. I don't care about him," I didn't mean that, but I really wanted to stop her from crying anymore, "Please stop crying. I don't care about Draco..." Oops! I had called him by his first name . In front of Ron and Hermione, no less - this wasn't going to be pretty.
Ron stared at me like I had grown out antennas or something.
"Harry! You just called Malfoy - not Malfoy. You're serious! Why? You just want to forget everything he's done?"
"Yes, Ron. But I..." I couldn't stop my sentence, for Hermione threw her arms around my neck and said, "Harry I know you have a lot of more trouble than anyone of us. I understand how hard it must be – we both do. Of course this is your chance to get rid of one of the problems. If you want to be friends with Mal – with Draco, we will be there, by your side. As long as you promise me to be careful. He IS a Malfoy, after all, and we know what his father is capable of doing!"
I pulled Hermione a bit away from me, and looked her in the eyes.
"I know he is a Malfoy. It's kind of hard to forget... with that slicked-back, blond hair of his, and that arrogant, snobby look he always has. It is quite hard to forget that he IS a Malfoy, right?"
Hermione giggled through her tears and turned to Ron, who was still sat down in the sofa, looking very sceptical of the situation.
"Ron?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Yes. Fine. Whatever." He said sourly, "BUT! And I really mean it, if he tries anything. Or insults us, or calls 'Mione a Mudblood again. Or insults my family I won't be responsible for whatever may happen - Shit - I'm agreeing to set a truce with Malfoy. I can't believe it!"
"Thanks, Ron!" I beamed at him and Hermione. They had accepted it. I didn't have to choose. Thank God!
Two days after that, I tried to set all four of us to do something - I wanted to see how they would get along. If at all.
It didn't work as well as I'd have hoped, but even so it wasn't a complete disaster.
Draco and I were in the library. We were sitting at one of the tables, talking about something, when Ron and Hermione came walking hand in hand, through the door. As Ron saw us, he jerked backwards, and tried to go away again, but Hermione pulled him by his arm, dragging him towards us.
They sat down, said 'Hello' to me, and Hermione even tried to smile a tiny smile to Draco. He sneered back, and I glared at him, but he didn't care - he just ignored it.
That was a very uncomfortable time, when I had to keep two different conversations, one with Hermione and Ron, and one with Draco, at the same time.
After about an hour, Draco stood up, to leave for his room. He smiled a warm smile at me, saying good-night. I smiled, and said goodbye back.
When he had walked a few steps towards the door, Hermione dared to try again, sounding a bit more confident this time, saying "Goodnight, Draco." I beamed to her, for trying to get along with him.
He seemed to fight an inner battle with himself, trying to make his mind up about whether he should reply or not. He raised his chin slightly, a gesture of pride, and defence, but he said, "Good night," to her, and nodded slightly.
End Chapter two.
