chapter 8
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Chapter 8

All For You

"I'm only waiting for a minute." Harry told himself, as he leaned against the wall right outside of the door, to the Room of Requirement. "He'll come, won't he?"
Draco stood rooted to his spot by the bed.

"He left. I knew he would."

He left because you pushed him away again. Go get him it's not too late. He's probably right outside that door.

"He probably isn't."

He's Harry Potter he won't just walk away. Go. See.

Draco all but ran to the door, swinging open once he got there. "Harry?" Inwardly
praying to see those joyous green eyes and sexy smirk. Waiting to hear the other boys' voice
reply. But when he looked he saw no eyes and no smirk. When he listened, he heard no voice.
Dracos' eyes searched the corridor, when he didn't see Harry, he ran to the end of the corridor
and looked out upon the numerous staircases. The raven-haired boy was now where to be seen.

Draco sulked back into the room and sat down on the bed. He took Harrys' tie, which
was still wrapped around his neck, and breathed in Harrys' scent. He picked up Harrys' shirt,
which was sitting beside him, and tried to picture Harry in it. He remembered this morning.

FLASHBACK

"So, Drac, we're alright, right?" Pansy asked as the two sat down for breakfast.

"For the fifth time Pansy, yes." Pansy continued, but Draco ignored her and started
munching on a piece of toast.

Why the hell did you take her back. Harry's probably a far better shag and she is annoying.

She doesn't talk while we fuck and I won't be shagging Har . . . Potter in this lifetime so I guess Pansy will have to remain my best shag for now.

"Oh my gods. Look at Potter." Pansy said breaking Malfoy from his thoughts. As he
looked up, he grabbed his pumpkin juice, to take a drink, but found when he looked at Harry that he had lost his ability to swallow.

Draco was speechless. He looked the raven-haired boy up and down, then met his eyes.
They held humor, and Draco figured it was at his expense, but he was too occupied to care.

"He's looking at me!" Pansy shrieked in Dracos' ear. The blonde gave her a sideways
glare shook his head and turned back to look at Harry. He was now walking away but he was still looking at Draco.

He hasn't taken his eyes off you. All that is for you, just like last night. He wants you.

Draco didn't even bother to argue with the thought; he liked it. The blonde couldn't tear
his eyes away from the other boy, and he didn't want to. Draco saw that Harry was talking to
someone, but he didn't know who. It didn't really matter because it wasn't the other person that
Harry was looking at, it was him.

All for you.

END FLASHBACK

For the second time that day Draco wanted to cry. He wanted Harry to be the one to help
him, but that wouldn't happen now, because now he had pushed Harry away. Just like everyone
else.

"You'll just have to seduce him again." Dean said after hearing what had happened.

"Were you not listening? He doesn't want seduction; he wants my help and I can't make
it all better with sexy clothes and stupid ass smirks. I'm going with a different approach."

"And that approach would be?"

"That, I have yet to figure out. I need to get him to talk to me, and to do that I have to
get him to trust me. He needs to know that I won't run away."

"Just talk to him tonight, get time alone with him and tell him that you want to help. Tell
him that you won't give up until he lets you."

"I guess, but I need him to trust me first. I need to go now anyway; see what McGonagall
has in store for us." Harry got up and walked out.

When he reached McGonagalls' office he sat down and pulled out the roll of parchment he
had been told to bring. Everything else was supposed to be supplied. "A bit late, are we?"

"At least I'm here. I don't see Malfoy."

"Yes it appears Mr. Malfoy is late as well. We will wait a few minutes if he is not yet
here, then I will give him two more detention and this one will be canceled. But for now you can
start on todays' assignment." The professor handed Harry a quill and ink. "With these write
what you've learned about Mr. Malfoy in this period of time and how your feelings toward him
have changed. Don't bother lying, I've put the truth charms on there."

By time Harry had finished writing, fifteen minutes had passed and the foot long,
parchment he had brought was completely covered in tiny writing. "It looks like Mr. Malfoy
won't be coming, so you may go. Your detentions are over."

"Thanks." Harry said. Then he dashed out the door. Harry was worried about Draco, he
had to find him.

Something's wrong, Harry thought, he wouldn't miss the detention. Even if he's really mad. He wouldn't miss the opportunity to put me down if he's that mad. I have to find him.

In no time Harry was at the door to the Room of Requirement. "That has got to be a
recorded." He panted, as he stopped to take a breath, right outside the door.

He took one last breathe and opened the door slowly. What Harry saw, made him smile.
The blonde was asleep on the bed wrapped in Harrys' shirt and holding Harrys' tie in his hand.
Harry walked over to the bed and knelt down by it. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind
Dracos' ear, and saw his face was tear stained.

Gods, I made him cry. "I'm sorry." He whispered to the sleeping Draco. "I'll never
make you cry again, I promise." With that Harry stood up and changed into a pair of pajamas,
than magically changed Draco as well; leaving his own tie and shirt alone. Harry then walked
over to Draco and slowly pulled his tie out of his hand, next he took the shirt, causing Draco to
stir.

"No, no." The blonde mumbled, grabbing onto the sleeve.

"You don't need that, you have the real thing." Dracos' eyes shot open, to see Harry smiling, not smirking.

"Harry?" He said, not able to hide the relief in his voice. "What are you doing, here?"

"You didn't show up for detention; I was worried."

Draco looked down and saw that he was in a pair of silk green pajamas. "Did you change
me?"

"Magically, yes."

"Oh. How did you know what to chose?"

"Well, the clothes in there are only for you and me, and I knew those wouldn't have been
put in there for me."

"Oh. No more 'barely there' clothes for you?" Draco said when he saw Harry wearing a
pair of cotton pants and a long sleeve shirt.

"You were right, what you said earlier. I should have let you talk, and . . . I'm sorry."

"As you should be."

Harry rolled his eyes and climb started to climb in the bed. "Scoot."

"If you think we're going to cuddle, you're crazy."

"Don't worry, I'll stick to my own side."

Harry was about to put out the candles when Draco said, "My dad."

"What?" Harry asked turning to face Draco, who had his head propped up on his elbow.

"I got the bruises from my dad. This weekend I went to visit him in Azkaban, and I told
him I didn't want to get the Dark Mark. He didn't want to hear that."

Harry turned completely around, leaned into Draco and gave him a soft kiss. "I won't let
them give it to you. I promise." Draco just nodded, laid down, and shut his eyes.

Draco heard Harry whisper something, and the light disappeared behind his eyelids. He
felt Harry snuggle into bed, when the other boy was finally still, he opened his eyes and looked
over at Harry. He was laying on his back causing the dim glow of the fire to give off a glow
around his face. Making him look radiant. Draco stared at him for a while. When he heard
Harrys' breath deepen, he scooted over and spooned his body around the side of Harrys',
snuggling his head into Harrys' neck. He then felt Harrys' arm curl around his back, he tried to
move, but the arm tightened.

"Don't even think about it." Harry said, softly. Draco looked up at him. He had a smile
on his face and it reached all the way up to his eyes. Draco decided he liked that better than the
smirk, and snuggled back into Harry. He looked up and saw Harry was still smiling.

All for you.