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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 so much to the ones who reviewed, I love reading your comments sooo muh! It means the world to me! And a big THANK YOU to my lovely beta, Caz Malfoy! You've done a fantastic job! Well... that's it – let's get on with the story!
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Chapter
3
Maybe not a very normal friendship
During the following weeks, when Hermione and Ron started to spend more "quality-time" together, and doing stuff I really didn't want to know what it was, (thank you very much for that image) Draco became my "rescue".
The whole school talked about it. Draco Malfoy - The-Greatest-Slytherin of all time - and Harry Potter - The-Boy-Who-lived had become friends?
I believe they missed our fights pretty much, as it wasn't nearly as fun to talk about two friends, as it was to talk about the two enemies' latest fight.
At the beginning, we didn't spend so much time together, I guess it felt slightly uncomfortable and awkward at first, but it became better as Hermione and Ron spent more and more time together, and we had nothing other to do, but hang out together.
When that somewhat tricky time was over between us, and when we had learned that we could trust each other he became a very good, and close friend. It didn't take more than maybe a week or two, before I counted him as one of my best friends, just as close as Hermione and Ron was.
Anyway, We did all the things I did with my other friends. Studied (he really helped me in Potions!) played games (like Exploding Snap or chess), talked, laughed... you get the picture.
After a few weeks even Hermione accepted Draco as a friend, when she saw that he really cared about me, and that he even tried to be accepted by my other friends after a while. Okay, he didn't care about Ron though.
There were a few fights between Draco and Ron, but nothing too bad happened.
Well... I know I said that Draco and I did all the things that I did with my other friends, but it wasn't the same. Not the same at all.
We were only friends, but we had quite a "touching" friendship. It was nothing naughty or anything, we just... erm, cared about each other.
It was nothing too noticeable, just how he could touch my hand with his palm when he turned the page in a book we were reading together when we studied. Or that he sometimes drew his fingers through my hair to pull my fringe out of my eyes. Straighten my glasses. Just small touches, that even I had problems noticing.
Or one time, in the beginning of the sixth year, when he was really teasing me about what a lousy dancer I was.
We were in his room, and doing our homework, and somehow we started talking about the Yule ball in the fourth year.
"I mean, you do know that it is the boy who is supposed to lead, do you? Seriously, you looked ridiculous when that Patil-girl danced with you at the ball!" Draco wheezed out, while he lay crossed over a couch, and tried to breathe through his laughing-fit.
"Yes. I know!" I said, blushing madly. "But I've never danced before in my whole life. The Dursley's didn't really wanted to pay me any dance-lessons. What was I supposed to do then? She obviously enjoyed it!" I muttered, still embarrassed of my dancing-technique - or lack thereof.
"Yes. I'm sure she did!" Draco said, wiping the tears from his eyes, still gasping for air. "The one and only dance you danced with her. Then you just sat there and looked at Diggory and Chang the rest of the time! OH GOD! I can't breathe!" He was shouting through his laughter.
Actually, I couldn't be angry with him when he laughed, even though it was me that he laughed at. I enjoyed his laughter far too much. He was so beautiful when he laughed. The way it sounded. It sounded actually beautiful!
I should have known then and there that I wanted something more than friendship.
But, Hey! I was 16! I didn't know anything, about anything.
"Oh. So you are a sooo much better dancer than I am, are you?" I said, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. A Malfoy must know how to dance well." He said, smiling at me maliciously.
"Then show me!" I challenged, without really thinking about whom I was talking to.
"Okay then, Mr Potter. Come up here, and I will show you how to dance properly." He said, and jumped up from the couch he was sitting in.
"Draco, I was joking!" I felt my heart pounding, and my hands started to get sweaty.
"Well, I'm not. Come up here, and I will show you how to boogie!"
"What?" I snorted with laughter. Did Draco just say 'boogie'? I didn't know he had such words in his vocabulary.
"Never mind that. Just come up here, Potter!" he commanded.
Against my will I obeyed. From the day that we became friends I could never refuse to do what he wanted me to. He can be very persuasive when he wants to.
He came over to me, and put his right hand in my left and put my other hand around his waist, and his free hand on my shoulder, and said:
"If you're going to learn this properly, and learn to lead, I have to be the girl."
"Oh?" I answered, grinning.
"Yes!" he snapped. "And don't you dare joke about it!"
Then he taught me all the steps (I was lucky that all the Slytherins had their own room. I really didn't want to be seen dancing with him. People could get the completely wrong idea!)
When I asked him for music he just answered that we didn't needed it.
We danced for a while, and I tried! I really tried to learn! And he really tried to teach me. But then he collapsed on the sofa. A hysterical laughing-fit had hit him again.
"OH MY GOD, POTTER! You really suck at this! I really mean it. You are a terrible dancer!"
I laughed almost as much at he did, and then I jumped on him, where he lay on the couch and tickled him.
He laughed even more, and shouted, "Potter! Stop it! Seriously- I mean it! I'm warning you! Stop it! Please, Harry, Stop it!" When he said 'Please' I stopped. I moved to get off of him but he pulled me back, and said "Oh no, you don't! I want revenge!" And somehow he managed to whirl us around, so I was under him, and he started to tickle me.
I tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. I am much more ticklish than he is, and when he finally stopped, after a lot, a lot, a lot of pleading and threatening he laughed with me and drew his fingers through my hair, and then sat up and went to the table where our homework laid, and sat down on one of the two chairs, opening his potions text.
We started on our homework, but we continued to laugh the whole evening.
Yes, I know. I was living in a country, which was called "Denial".
Well, back to the "touching"-friendship part. I even think we hugged each other once in a while. I don't know why, though. Maybe it was just the fact that we both needed it.
So. My friendship with Draco was nothing at all like it was with Ron. But they were both my best friends. Along with Hermione of course
Hermione and Draco got along very well. They were both very clever, AND very smart-ass. Very know-it-all. When they really started to know each other they became quick friends.
About the smart-ass part, it was actually Hermione who was the smart, and Draco was mostly the ass part. But he is very clever; I have to give him that.
Ron was another story altogether. He didn't want to be friends with Draco, and the same applied for Draco. But I was happy as long as they didn't hate each other (No. They didn't hate each other anymore.)
But, Anyway. Hermione and Draco really became good friends, and talked a lot without me, or Ron, for the matter. They went for walks, and talked for hours about God-knows-what. This was pretty much the only time when Ron and I was alone and talked and did stuff that we used to do before, without Draco.
One time, when Draco and Hermione went out for a long, long walk, (their longest ever) which lasted almost four hours, Ron asked me, worried, if I thought they were "having something together, or anything."
I went so angry with him! How could he think that Hermione would do something like that! Or that Draco would do something like that! I didn't have to yell at him for long before he crumpled. I have never seen Ron so close to tears as he was that time.
He told me that he was just so worried that Hermione would get tired of him, and dump him.
"But Hermione loves you!" I said, completely sincere, yet still trying to sound soothing at the same time. If it had been Draco, I would have touched him, and hugged him to comfort him. But this was Ron, so I didn't even touch him. THAT would have been awkward!
I just sat in the armchair opposite his and said stuff about how Hermione would never fall for Draco, and that it really was Ron she loved.
"I know she loves me! But what if she stops! I mean, the only bloody time Malfoy isn't with you, he walks away ALONE with 'Mione. Why is he always with us? What if Mione realises that I am nothing compared to the Sex-God-Of-Slytherin!" Ron whined.
"Well, Draco is with us because he has no other... Wait!" I said, a smile starting to spread in my face.
"What?" Ron asked sounding and looking worried as he saw the mischievous smile in my face.
"Did you just call," I couldn't stop from laughing, "Draco a Sex-God?"
I couldn't breathe through all the laughter! This was beyond funny! Ron calling Draco a Sex-God! Oh. My. God! It was hilarious!
Ron actually had to slap me on my back to make me regain my breath (and quite possibly my sanity.)
"It wasn't funny," Ron said grumpily when he was sure that I could breathe again.
"Yes it was. It really, really was!" I said, still snickering a little as I whiped the tears out, from under my glasses.
I remember I thought 'But he does look nice...' It was the first time I actually registered a thought like that. I was a little startled about if, but then I just, sort of... forgot about it for a while.
This was around November in sixth year. We had been friends for almost 6 months.
End chapter 3
