title: The Whispers

Chapter 5: What makes you so special?

'Were you looking for me, Potter?' Draco couldn't keep the pleasure from his voice. It sent a chill down his spine to think that the Boy Who Saved The Wizarding World was looking for him. There was no telling what he wanted to tell him. Perhaps after weeks of pursuing the other boy he finally caved in.

Potter cocked his head to one side, examining the boy before him. Draco Malfoy was a puzzle, a puzzle he wanted to crack. The secrets he locked behind his grey eyes could save millions, but all Potter wanted was know him. Personally. 'You know more than anyone that I like to walk the corridors after hours.' he replied stepping casually over to Malfoy. 'with all the time you tried to get me in trouble.'

Malfoy licked his lips and looked him up and down. What he wouldn't give to lick Potter's lips. Perhaps, even sell his soul to the Devil to do it. Na, what good would that do for him? His hair would go frizzy with all the heat in Hell. 'No one knows you like I know you, Potter.'

'I hate to admit it, but you might be right.' Potter smiled at him, and pushed his glasses up the rim of his nose. Then Malfoy did the sweetest things ever, he held out his hand to him.

'Take a walk with me, Potter' it wasn't a request, it was a demand. But a very sweet demand. Potter couldn't help but take Malfoy's hand. Malfoy's hand was as soft as rose petals, it made Potter wonder what the rest of him felt like.

They walked though the corridors and out onto the Quidditch patch. The air was still cold from the recently gone winter and the wind sparkled their face with droplets. Once in the middle of the patch Malfoy looked up and breathed in the freshness of the midnight air. It was nice to be out late, to look around and know that you are one of the only ones for miles awake.

The sky was a dark almost black blue with spots of yellow called stars. The wind was blowing and sent the smell of fresh cut grass though the air. The night couldn't be more romantic. Draco had a mind for romance. It was perfect. He felt Potter shiver next to him and put his arm around his waist and raped his cloak around them both to keep warm. It was great how perfectly Potter's body fit with his. If only the moment could last forever. But Malfoy had to ruin it by bring up what Potter was trying to avoid.

'So tell me Potter, why wont you come to my bedchamber and help me make all you dreams come true?' he tried to be enchant Potter to excitement like he did in the Great Hall but he only succeeded in trying Potter's patience. Potter pushed away from him, pulling himself back into reality. One where Malfoy was no longer keeping him warm.

Potter turned his green eyes to the sky and rapped his arms around himself. 'Has your father ever told you about the day I defeated Voldemort?' he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. Malfoy stiffed at the mention of his father and the whisper of his voice came back to him.

'I just want to sleep for a little while... just hold me.'

He closed his eyes to the memory of that night. 'Your father was there Malfoy. He stood at the side of Voldemort, his right hand man, Voldemort called him.' Now Malfoy was shivering, but it wasn't from the cold of the night. Potter continued, 'I thought I was going to die. I was surrounded. I would of died, if it hadn't been for your father.' Malfoy's eyes shot open, and looked at Potter in disbelief. 'Your father put a dagger in his back. Voldemort was so shocked, he hesitated in cursing him. And that gave Snape the time he needed to give me back my wand. Then I killed him.' Potter's eyes didn't leave to sky, not even to see the horrified look on Malfoy's face.

Malfoy's face darkened, 'Your lying!' he shouted. Potter was taken out of his thoughts, he looked at him as if it were the first time that night. He looked confused to see him. Malfoy pushed him and shook him by his shoulders. 'Your lying. My father would never save you from the Dark Lord.' Malfoy was almost in tears with fury. Potter had no idea his word would have such an impact on the other boy. Why would they?

'Malfoy, I don't understand. Your mad at me because your father saved me.' Potter asked confused.

'You bet you ass I am. What makes you so special, that even my father would put his life on the line for you? Not only him but Snape. They are my family Potter, stay away from them.' He gave Potter one finalgreat pushthat sent him crashing to the floor and then walked off into the night.

A/N: sorry it took so long. i am afraid this is the only chapter i can do this week, i have finals for school this week.but i promise to have anotheron monday.

IMPORTANT NOTE: there have been some comments on my really bad spelling. i must tell you i didnt learn to read until i was in the 7th grade and am lacking in skills. so because i suck so bad. i am asking for help. i need a beta. for all of my stories. so if there are any takers please e-mail me personally at thanks for the help. :)