Disconsolated Bliss
Speakage: '' Notage:** Thoughtage:// Musicage:~~
Author's Note: Easy Chapter ne? Poor Draco. He's screwed royally now. *grins* It's okay Draco. We'll get you out of this ickle pickle soon. *Pats him on the back sympathetically* Draco: Are you insinuating I have an ickle pickle bitch? Me: Nu nu! *wide eyed innocence* Aa Aa. Not guilty! Oh and all the musicage is not my music.
Truth Seeker
Draco looked up from the message in the common room. /Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh SHIT! I fucked everything over. I need him to get through my depression! He's been a god-send these last few days. Shit shit shit/ Draco started banging his head against the wall. /Stupid/ bang /Bloody/ bang /Fuckwad/ bang.
*You know, Squiddy. There's no need for the head-banging. You'll bloody make my tower topple if you keep that up.*
Draco looked horrified. He quickly sent back. *What mean you?* *Methinks you should stop panicking. And methinks you should smile. Remember that song I sent you? "I'm Too Sexy? It seems to match you perfectly. And now I know why. Put your headphones on Squids.*
Draco gulped audibly and put the headphones on.
~I like your pants around you feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me~
Draco sat confused for while, until he heard the words he was dreading.
~And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~
Then the volume was put down and a side of his earphones was moved and he heard a raspy but oh-so-very-Harry voice in his ear. 'And I like the way you're not impressed,' his voice got softer with humor 'While you put me to the test, I like the white stains on your dress I love the way you pass the check.' Draco then heard Harry smile. 'And I love the good times you wreck, And I love your lack of self respect, While you're passed out on the deck.' /Obviously, I've very much got a problem now. He knows my secret. And does he want me? That's odd. The Almighty One being gay? Hmm.Odd./
Draco didn't have much time to ponder since a now invisible hand tugged him incesiantly towards his bedroom. Draco whispered the prefects password and the door swung open obediently. He said on his bed despairingly and in shock, while none other than Harry Almighty Potter emerged underneath his Invisibility Cloak. His green eyes looked up to me hopefully and grinned. I must have looked mortified. /Don't cry. Don't Cry. Don't Cry/ That silent mantra was all that I had. /How could you be so stupid? Admitting this to your mortal enemy. Well, Satan-man is my mortal enemy. He's just a peer enemy./
Harry looked towards Draco and softly sang, 'You can be my secret sin, You can be my downfall. You can be with me because you know my pain, And that will keep us from never leaving.' After getting no response from the now mute Draco, Harry kneeled in front of him. 'Draco? Hey, don't be upset. I know how you feel. Just let it go okay?' Harry took one of Draco's wrists in his hand and kissed it lightly. He touched the tip of the wand to all of them except one.
'Draco, if there's two things you learn. One, the impossible is possible. And two, there is always hope.' Panicking Draco saw all the scars disappear completely. 'Those aren't yours to fix Potter!' He whispered vhenemently because Blaise was still in the room. Harry arched his eyebrow, touched his vocal chords and tapped the cd player in his lap. It was Draco's, and the lettering turned to a dark red.
* I didn't know Draco Malfoy himself would go running like a school girl from me fixing his wrists. I'm sorry if I thought you had more guts than that.*
* Trust me, Harry. There's a lot more that I'm scared of. That is my way of venting. Why the fuck would you do that for? That's to make me feel better!!!*
Harry looked at him skeptically. Draco looked down to his newest cut, still a bit oozing. Harry lightly rubbed off the newly formed scab and put his hand in Draco's. Harry looked at him and leaned into touch his forehead against Draco's. Draco opened his eyes in surprise at the sensation his wrist was giving off. Awareness flooded through him, and he looked in Harry's earnest eyes. 'What's happening Har?' 'Well Squiddy, I'm giving you a blood bond with me.' He grinned back, 'I thought it would be fitting since we are both entrusted with the other's secret, ne? Hermoine would kill me if she knew I cut.' 'What? No Weasel?' Harry laughed. 'No, he understands. He just checks it over so I won't die.' 'How supportive. Letting your friend die.' Harry shot a warning glare. 'Don't test me Squiddy.' Draco smirked. 'Oh really now?' 'Yes. We've got to be friends now you know that right?'
Draco sighed in much sufferance. 'I suppose mop-head.' 'Well you're no better engine-greaser.' Draco looked horrified. 'Is that what they really say about me???' 'Sometimes. They're just jealous they can't get into your pants I reckon' 'Are you trying to get into my pants, mop-head?' 'Wouldn't dream of it. I'd just order them off.' Draco laughed and sobered quickly. The piercing pain in his wrist made his eyes water. Harry looked a bit pained himself.
Draco looked at Harry's loving face and smiled through his tears. Then he just broke down and cried. /I haven't cried in a while, with the exception of recent. Mayhap when I was five, or six? I don't remember when Luicius beat me into not crying./
Harry continually rubbed Draco's back and said over and over, 'It's okay Drake, no one will ever hurt you. It's okay, let it all out. I'm here.' Draco cried himself to sleep, and luckily for the locking charm on Draco's bed, no one could enter. Harry kept a steady watch over him until he too got taken by sleep.
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Author's Note: Easy Chapter ne? Poor Draco. He's screwed royally now. *grins* It's okay Draco. We'll get you out of this ickle pickle soon. *Pats him on the back sympathetically* Draco: Are you insinuating I have an ickle pickle bitch? Me: Nu nu! *wide eyed innocence* Aa Aa. Not guilty! Oh and all the musicage is not my music.
Truth Seeker
Draco looked up from the message in the common room. /Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh SHIT! I fucked everything over. I need him to get through my depression! He's been a god-send these last few days. Shit shit shit/ Draco started banging his head against the wall. /Stupid/ bang /Bloody/ bang /Fuckwad/ bang.
*You know, Squiddy. There's no need for the head-banging. You'll bloody make my tower topple if you keep that up.*
Draco looked horrified. He quickly sent back. *What mean you?* *Methinks you should stop panicking. And methinks you should smile. Remember that song I sent you? "I'm Too Sexy? It seems to match you perfectly. And now I know why. Put your headphones on Squids.*
Draco gulped audibly and put the headphones on.
~I like your pants around you feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me~
Draco sat confused for while, until he heard the words he was dreading.
~And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why~
Then the volume was put down and a side of his earphones was moved and he heard a raspy but oh-so-very-Harry voice in his ear. 'And I like the way you're not impressed,' his voice got softer with humor 'While you put me to the test, I like the white stains on your dress I love the way you pass the check.' Draco then heard Harry smile. 'And I love the good times you wreck, And I love your lack of self respect, While you're passed out on the deck.' /Obviously, I've very much got a problem now. He knows my secret. And does he want me? That's odd. The Almighty One being gay? Hmm.Odd./
Draco didn't have much time to ponder since a now invisible hand tugged him incesiantly towards his bedroom. Draco whispered the prefects password and the door swung open obediently. He said on his bed despairingly and in shock, while none other than Harry Almighty Potter emerged underneath his Invisibility Cloak. His green eyes looked up to me hopefully and grinned. I must have looked mortified. /Don't cry. Don't Cry. Don't Cry/ That silent mantra was all that I had. /How could you be so stupid? Admitting this to your mortal enemy. Well, Satan-man is my mortal enemy. He's just a peer enemy./
Harry looked towards Draco and softly sang, 'You can be my secret sin, You can be my downfall. You can be with me because you know my pain, And that will keep us from never leaving.' After getting no response from the now mute Draco, Harry kneeled in front of him. 'Draco? Hey, don't be upset. I know how you feel. Just let it go okay?' Harry took one of Draco's wrists in his hand and kissed it lightly. He touched the tip of the wand to all of them except one.
'Draco, if there's two things you learn. One, the impossible is possible. And two, there is always hope.' Panicking Draco saw all the scars disappear completely. 'Those aren't yours to fix Potter!' He whispered vhenemently because Blaise was still in the room. Harry arched his eyebrow, touched his vocal chords and tapped the cd player in his lap. It was Draco's, and the lettering turned to a dark red.
* I didn't know Draco Malfoy himself would go running like a school girl from me fixing his wrists. I'm sorry if I thought you had more guts than that.*
* Trust me, Harry. There's a lot more that I'm scared of. That is my way of venting. Why the fuck would you do that for? That's to make me feel better!!!*
Harry looked at him skeptically. Draco looked down to his newest cut, still a bit oozing. Harry lightly rubbed off the newly formed scab and put his hand in Draco's. Harry looked at him and leaned into touch his forehead against Draco's. Draco opened his eyes in surprise at the sensation his wrist was giving off. Awareness flooded through him, and he looked in Harry's earnest eyes. 'What's happening Har?' 'Well Squiddy, I'm giving you a blood bond with me.' He grinned back, 'I thought it would be fitting since we are both entrusted with the other's secret, ne? Hermoine would kill me if she knew I cut.' 'What? No Weasel?' Harry laughed. 'No, he understands. He just checks it over so I won't die.' 'How supportive. Letting your friend die.' Harry shot a warning glare. 'Don't test me Squiddy.' Draco smirked. 'Oh really now?' 'Yes. We've got to be friends now you know that right?'
Draco sighed in much sufferance. 'I suppose mop-head.' 'Well you're no better engine-greaser.' Draco looked horrified. 'Is that what they really say about me???' 'Sometimes. They're just jealous they can't get into your pants I reckon' 'Are you trying to get into my pants, mop-head?' 'Wouldn't dream of it. I'd just order them off.' Draco laughed and sobered quickly. The piercing pain in his wrist made his eyes water. Harry looked a bit pained himself.
Draco looked at Harry's loving face and smiled through his tears. Then he just broke down and cried. /I haven't cried in a while, with the exception of recent. Mayhap when I was five, or six? I don't remember when Luicius beat me into not crying./
Harry continually rubbed Draco's back and said over and over, 'It's okay Drake, no one will ever hurt you. It's okay, let it all out. I'm here.' Draco cried himself to sleep, and luckily for the locking charm on Draco's bed, no one could enter. Harry kept a steady watch over him until he too got taken by sleep.