Oh man, I've been listening to Disney music ALL DAY. It's keeping my spirits up. GOOD NEWS! I have ONE MORE FINAL!!! Then I go home! Wahoo! And for this, and because of all your lovely reviews, I bring a new chapter! I also must let you know that I'm working on a new one-shot. It's almost done, and I'll post it once it's finished. It's not Harry!Draco. It's actually... not Harry!anything. But anyway, we won't worry about that right now. But be on the lookout for it if you're interested! Now, to the point!
fanficfan4life - Agreed, it would have been very hot... but Harry probably wouldn't have remembered it in the morning, so it's best that it didn't happen. But hey, you know what they say - good things come to those who wait! ;)
M'Lady - Haha it's okay! I love how I'm the bad author because I made Draco sad, but nobody cared when Harry was sad! I guess I'm writing for a Draco audience, lol ;) In Harry's defense, he didn't mean to say the things he did. Of course, that doesn't excuse his actions... But, we'll see how he deals with the aftermath. And we'll see if Draco will allow Harry into his pants after all this!
Ice - He's definitely going to be a little sick, but not nearly as sick as when he talks to Draco, haha. Thanks for your review!
Lady Lestat - If I had the money for a car, I'd definitely buy you one! I don't even have money to buy groceries for my dorm! Haha. But I bring you another chapter, so I hope that'll suffice for the lack of a car :)
lampshadesrgreat - Well, I don't know that I'd say it was rape... although after I read your review and then reread my chapter, I was like, "Wow, it did seem a little much... Ah well!" Hehe. And to answer your question... I know in my own head, I always think Draco should be dominant. It just seems more natural to me. So, it'll probably be that way in this story too ;)
Angel-Wings6 - Thank you so much!! :D
Lady Slone of Snow Mt - Haha, I don't think Draco loves drunk Harry! Thanks for your review!
Trinity Vida-Malfoy - I can assure you that Draco is NOT going to be a happy camper in the morning. Harry's not making things easier on himself either. Everything he tries just backfires. Silly boy!
Path Walker - Thank you!!! :)
Sarah - Oh, I can feel your pain. I once read this (AMAZING) story that was like, at least twenty something chapters... and each chapter was about fifteen pages. I did nothing but read this story for three days. My ass hurt like crazy haha, but it was so worth it. Thank you for enduring pain for my story! ;) And I certainly want you to keep your hair on your head! Hehe.
Sezza Ridka - Thanks! Sappy is okay... I personally think this chapter gets a little sappy... But Harry!Draco sap is just so cute.
Hatchy - I lovums you! I'm glad that my story makes you happy :D LEMONY SNICKETT SOOOOOON!
Smoocher of Evil - Thank you!!
I'm including this just because my friend Jake is annoyed that I'm blowing him off to answer my reviews. He offered to answer them for me:
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P.S. Thanks for the review!
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...And now the story! It's a short one again, I'm sorry! :( I promise that something good is coming up soon!
Chapter 9
Am
I too obvious to preach it?
You're
so hypnotic on my heart
When Harry awoke the next morning, his head throbbed with the intensity of an entire line of percussion. Putting on his glasses, Harry glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was already after 1:00 P.M. He quickly showered and brushed his teeth, ridding his mouth of the taste of stale alcohol. After dressing in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a red T-shirt, Harry walked out of his room and up to Draco's door, knocking twice.
"You up?" Harry called. He received no response. Harry had practically no recollection of what he did the night before, other than he got drunk and went to sleep. He shrugged and went downstairs. There was no sign of Draco anywhere. Harry then ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and went to Draco's door again, knocking more loudly this time. He still received no response. He then jiggled the handle, to find the door was locked.
"Hey!" Harry shouted, pounding on the door. "What are you doing? Open the door!" Finally, he received an answer–the sound of something hard hitting the door from inside the room. Harry sighed and pulled his wand from his back pocket.
"Alohomora," he said, causing the door to burst open. Inside, Draco was laying on his bed, his arms behind his head, facing the door. He was wearing one shoe, and the other lay neglected by the door. Harry glanced at the shoe beside him before glaring at Draco.
"What do you want?" Draco demanded, sitting up straight and scooting to the edge of his bed, angrily kicking off his other shoe. Harry furrowed his brow.
"Why was the door locked?" he asked.
"I really don't want to talk to you right now. Does that answer your question?" Draco asked nastily. Harry slowly shut the door behind him and took a few steps toward Draco.
"Why are you being like this?" Harry questioned with concern. Draco scoffed.
"Fantastic. You managed last night to get entirely shit-faced, and you don't even have the courtesy to remember what the hell you did. Brilliant, Potter. Truly brilliant," Draco affronted, rolling his eyes. Harry's confusion turned to defensive anger.
"I don't know what you're talking about, so I can't apologize for anything," Harry retorted, although his mind was racing, wondering what in the world he might have done to cause a blowout like this.
"Forget it," Draco muttered, turning his gaze to the floor. Harry slowly began to piece together the night before–the drinking, walking up the stairs, going to bed. He then remembered that he didn't go to bed right away like he had planned, but instead went to Draco's room. Like an involuntary action, Harry smacked himself on the forehead when he realized what had happened.
"Fuck," Harry whispered.
"Almost, Potter," Draco said. The hurt in his voice was more apparent than the anger. Draco stole a fleeting glance before looking back at the floor. He spoke irately, "Can you just leave me alone right now?"
Harry took a few more steps until he was standing in front of Draco.
"Look," Harry began to explain, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing–"
"The fuck you didn't," Draco spat. "Being drunk is no excuse. And what position are you in to be getting drunk, anyway? Did they fail to teach you anything about that in Auror training?"
"I just–I don't know, I was angry and confused. I just wanted to shut my mind off," said Harry.
"You did a good job," Draco commented snidely, standing up and walking away from the bed, keeping his back turned.
"I didn't mean to–What I'm trying to say is . . . " Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I wasn't in my right state of mind. I'm sorry, Draco." He didn't even bother correcting himself. At this, Draco turned around, the pain evident in his stormy irises.
"You think less of me," he said, his voice low and quiet. "You think I'm just some piece of trash because I–" Draco said, clenching his fists at his own words "–because I whored."
"When have you ever cared what I think?" Harry asked incredulously. "I'm not here to judge you, and it doesn't matter what my opinion is."
"It does matter; it matters to me. Do you think I wanted to live like that? What else was I supposed to do? My only skill is being a Malfoy, and the talents of my family lie only in being born rich."
"But you're more than just a name!" Harry insisted. Draco crossed his arms over his chest and turned his gaze to the ground. Harry reached out his hand and placed it on Draco's arm, turning him so they were facing each other.
"Look, I'm sorry about last night. If I had known I'd act like that . . . " Harry shook his head and sighed. "All I can say is I'm sorry. I know that's not good enough, but it's the best I can do."
Draco sniffed softly and remained silent, as if waiting for more of an explanation. Harry rubbed the back of his neck and looked up to the ceiling.
"I guess I always feel the need to prove myself," he finally confessed. "And you always make that need stronger because everything you say is practically a challenge. Even something as stupid as calling me a prude; I thought I had to prove you wrong. I've always been like that around you. Even in Quidditch I never cared about winning as much when we played against any other team." Harry shrugged slightly. "I guess that's pretty stupid."
"Not really," Draco said, his voice barely audible. "My cruelty throughout school was a way of proving myself. At least then, I knew you were taking notice, even if it was for the wrong reasons. That was my only way to get your attention, because I never had anything worth proving."
To Draco's surprise, and also Harry's, Harry placed his hand under Draco's chin and lifted it gently, so that the two could see each other's eyes. Harry was saddened to see the despair in Draco's eyes. It was not the despair of a man, but the despair of a child–someone who had been lost for far too long. Someone just like himself. Harry smiled softly.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. Draco shuddered weakly at these words, his eyelids fluttering shut and allowing a single tear to make its way down his cheek. Harry lightly wiped it away with his thumb, resisting the urge to kiss away every tear Draco had ever cried. When he received no verbal reply, Harry said, "I'll leave you alone now."
He went to exit the room, but the hand that was under Draco's chin was quickly clutched by another hand. At the touch, Harry felt his heart give a leap. He turned back to Draco, who seemed to be at a loss for words.
"I, um," Draco stammered, "Just wanted you to know that I turned you away last night because I didn't want to take advantage of you. You deserve better."
Harry only grinned at this, and said, "Thank you." He gave Draco's hand an affectionate squeeze before turning on his heel and exiting the room.
R/R and I will love you forever!! A clue for the next chapter... some love talk and constellations :) More angsty sap, I promise. I hope that's not a problem!
