Wherever I Am, You're There
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: I've gotta hand it to you all, I'm very thankful for all the reviews! thankies
"Put these on."
"You don't tell me what to do, Potter!"
"Put them on I said. You're half naked and probably you're going to catch a cold if you don't dry off and put these on. Oh, and it's 'Harry' not 'Potter'."
"I shall call you whatever I damn well feel like calling you."
"Just shut up and put these on or I'll be forced to dress you! God. I'm sure you get off on being such an arrogant git."
Harry Potter threw a pile of old clothes in Draco's arms and then breathed a soft sigh. He then stood back and stared at the taller blonde-haired boy, before shrugging and going back to his bed in his apartment, lying down on it and trying his best to ignore the pouting blonde.
Draco Malfoy stared at the old and ragged clothes, his lips curling a little at what he saw. His brow was fixed into a frown; his eyes switching from the clothes to the smaller form lay on the bed.
Saint Potter, always the good guy, always saving someoneAs Draco reluctantly placed the clothes over his thin yet not at all bony body, he allowed his thoughts to hiss the curses that he himself could not say at the time.
The bitterness he felt when he saw the brown-haired boy, the anger inside...he could not explain it. Whenever he saw Potter, no matter how long they'd known each other, no matter how hard the other boy tried to make a little peace, Draco Malfoy felt that he wanted to hurt Harry Potter, strangle him, make him bleed, make him scream...
"Are you quite finished?"
"Hunh?" Draco let a murmur of surprise escape his lips and then looked down at the robe he was curling into a tight noose in his hands. The thin slender hands were white at the knuckles, his grip locked tight.
"Oh." He let his hands relax, and the robe uncurled from the tight rope.
Letting my thoughts drift
The reluctant blonde turned and stared directly into Harry's eyes, an air of abruptness and hesitance about him. With a soft sneer, he threw the wet robe over a chair, standing there with his arms folded; his azure eyes locking his target in sight.
Harry's eyebrow rose a little and he stood, walking past Draco and neatly plucking the robe from over the chair, putting the garment into a small washing basket in one corner of the room.
"Make yourself at home." Harry's tone was that of someone who showed little interest in the presence of his 'guest', one of annoyance more than hospitality. As was expected, Draco merely sneered and made a slight comment.
"How can I make myself at home here? My house was much more civilised and neater than this dump you call an apartment." He stood with his arms folded, and the ever boyish pout on his face, refusing to let himself relax.
"Whatever."
Letting out a tired yawn, the night's party taking it's toll on him, Harry padded barefoot into the small kitchen and took out his wand, uttering a few words and pouring himself some orange juice.
Ever the critic, Draco watched him do so and snorted.
"You use magic for everyday things like that? What a terrible waste, Potter!"
Finally, having had enough of his guest's abrupt nature, Harry turned on Draco and gave a soft growl, annoyance on his still boyish face.
"When I want an opinion, Malfoy (he stressed the word, hissing it like a curse) I'll ask for one! Do you understand?"
Draco stood motionless for a second and then turned away.
"I understand perfectly, Saint Potter." He growled, unable to shake off the fact that not only had he been 'told off' as such, but it had been by Harry 'Saintly' Potter, his arch rival! "Besides, it's not like I asked you to rescue me. You just came rushing into the lake and dragged me out like you owed me the favour!"
The smaller boy stood rigid for a second and then turned around, the expression on his face more serious and sincere.
"You never did tell me why you tried to end it all..." He stated, both boys suddenly locked in the same motionless and rigid postures.
There was silence, and then, "It was the only thing left to do."
Harry cocked his head to one side.
"What do you mean by that?"
There was no reply, so Harry walked over to Draco and placed both hands either side of the taller boy's face, turning his head to face him.
"Draco...Draco Malfoy...tell me. Why did you see it necessary to end it?"
Draco sighed and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, looking over at something that only he seemed to be able to see, like on would do when lost in thought.
"You have no idea how bad my life has been as of late Harr - I mean Potter." Even in this train of thought, Draco still found it necessary to use the old hate names.
Harry sat down also and began to listen intently.
"After the defeat of...You-Know-Who, I guess I just lost everything. I never really realised it until recently, but You-Know-Who kept my image up, kept me from ever facing the risk of facing prejudice from everyone, kept my father his job. I owed him my life, Potter. He made me feel stronger than I've ever felt...stronger than any wizard in the world.
"But that wasn't so, was it, Potter? You defeated you-Know-Who; and when he went...my strength went with him. I became the bully victim, the one who sits alone whilst the world laughs at him, the one whose family fell apart.
Mother became as insane as any dark wizard can be, and father will soon face the Dementor's kiss for all of his troubles. I have no more family left, no more friends, and no chances of ever being offered a job any more. I have tried...to get a job, I mean...but no one will take an ex-member of you- know-who's clan.
"After that...well...what did I have to look forward to, but the peace of my own death? I had no money, no family, no home, no friends, and no support from anyone. I had nothing. So tonight, whilst everyone else was happy, whilst everyone else was thankful for their lives, thankful for their school years, I decided to make myself happy...by ending my suffering. I don't know why I chose to drown...but I guess that was just my way of literally drowning my sorrows..."
Both sat there in silence for a while and then Harry, his voice choked with a mixture of emotions, spoke.
"You...can stay here for as long as you want, Draco."
Draco looked up and then found that suddenly, his anger towards Harry had subsided somewhat...he had no harsh comments to say. Instead, his own voice trembled, all hidden emotions bubbling to the surface, and he asked, "Are you quite sure? I mean, is that okay with you?"
Harry nodded, "It's okay."
And in the Hogwart's grounds, whilst everyone finished what was considered to be perhaps the greatest graduation party ever, an unsteady relationship begins...
End
Ashford2ashford: Umm....am I even writing this well? I mean...I'm very thankful for all the reviews, and please do more...I feel so loved! sniffle
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: I've gotta hand it to you all, I'm very thankful for all the reviews! thankies
"Put these on."
"You don't tell me what to do, Potter!"
"Put them on I said. You're half naked and probably you're going to catch a cold if you don't dry off and put these on. Oh, and it's 'Harry' not 'Potter'."
"I shall call you whatever I damn well feel like calling you."
"Just shut up and put these on or I'll be forced to dress you! God. I'm sure you get off on being such an arrogant git."
Harry Potter threw a pile of old clothes in Draco's arms and then breathed a soft sigh. He then stood back and stared at the taller blonde-haired boy, before shrugging and going back to his bed in his apartment, lying down on it and trying his best to ignore the pouting blonde.
Draco Malfoy stared at the old and ragged clothes, his lips curling a little at what he saw. His brow was fixed into a frown; his eyes switching from the clothes to the smaller form lay on the bed.
Saint Potter, always the good guy, always saving someoneAs Draco reluctantly placed the clothes over his thin yet not at all bony body, he allowed his thoughts to hiss the curses that he himself could not say at the time.
The bitterness he felt when he saw the brown-haired boy, the anger inside...he could not explain it. Whenever he saw Potter, no matter how long they'd known each other, no matter how hard the other boy tried to make a little peace, Draco Malfoy felt that he wanted to hurt Harry Potter, strangle him, make him bleed, make him scream...
"Are you quite finished?"
"Hunh?" Draco let a murmur of surprise escape his lips and then looked down at the robe he was curling into a tight noose in his hands. The thin slender hands were white at the knuckles, his grip locked tight.
"Oh." He let his hands relax, and the robe uncurled from the tight rope.
Letting my thoughts drift
The reluctant blonde turned and stared directly into Harry's eyes, an air of abruptness and hesitance about him. With a soft sneer, he threw the wet robe over a chair, standing there with his arms folded; his azure eyes locking his target in sight.
Harry's eyebrow rose a little and he stood, walking past Draco and neatly plucking the robe from over the chair, putting the garment into a small washing basket in one corner of the room.
"Make yourself at home." Harry's tone was that of someone who showed little interest in the presence of his 'guest', one of annoyance more than hospitality. As was expected, Draco merely sneered and made a slight comment.
"How can I make myself at home here? My house was much more civilised and neater than this dump you call an apartment." He stood with his arms folded, and the ever boyish pout on his face, refusing to let himself relax.
"Whatever."
Letting out a tired yawn, the night's party taking it's toll on him, Harry padded barefoot into the small kitchen and took out his wand, uttering a few words and pouring himself some orange juice.
Ever the critic, Draco watched him do so and snorted.
"You use magic for everyday things like that? What a terrible waste, Potter!"
Finally, having had enough of his guest's abrupt nature, Harry turned on Draco and gave a soft growl, annoyance on his still boyish face.
"When I want an opinion, Malfoy (he stressed the word, hissing it like a curse) I'll ask for one! Do you understand?"
Draco stood motionless for a second and then turned away.
"I understand perfectly, Saint Potter." He growled, unable to shake off the fact that not only had he been 'told off' as such, but it had been by Harry 'Saintly' Potter, his arch rival! "Besides, it's not like I asked you to rescue me. You just came rushing into the lake and dragged me out like you owed me the favour!"
The smaller boy stood rigid for a second and then turned around, the expression on his face more serious and sincere.
"You never did tell me why you tried to end it all..." He stated, both boys suddenly locked in the same motionless and rigid postures.
There was silence, and then, "It was the only thing left to do."
Harry cocked his head to one side.
"What do you mean by that?"
There was no reply, so Harry walked over to Draco and placed both hands either side of the taller boy's face, turning his head to face him.
"Draco...Draco Malfoy...tell me. Why did you see it necessary to end it?"
Draco sighed and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, looking over at something that only he seemed to be able to see, like on would do when lost in thought.
"You have no idea how bad my life has been as of late Harr - I mean Potter." Even in this train of thought, Draco still found it necessary to use the old hate names.
Harry sat down also and began to listen intently.
"After the defeat of...You-Know-Who, I guess I just lost everything. I never really realised it until recently, but You-Know-Who kept my image up, kept me from ever facing the risk of facing prejudice from everyone, kept my father his job. I owed him my life, Potter. He made me feel stronger than I've ever felt...stronger than any wizard in the world.
"But that wasn't so, was it, Potter? You defeated you-Know-Who; and when he went...my strength went with him. I became the bully victim, the one who sits alone whilst the world laughs at him, the one whose family fell apart.
Mother became as insane as any dark wizard can be, and father will soon face the Dementor's kiss for all of his troubles. I have no more family left, no more friends, and no chances of ever being offered a job any more. I have tried...to get a job, I mean...but no one will take an ex-member of you- know-who's clan.
"After that...well...what did I have to look forward to, but the peace of my own death? I had no money, no family, no home, no friends, and no support from anyone. I had nothing. So tonight, whilst everyone else was happy, whilst everyone else was thankful for their lives, thankful for their school years, I decided to make myself happy...by ending my suffering. I don't know why I chose to drown...but I guess that was just my way of literally drowning my sorrows..."
Both sat there in silence for a while and then Harry, his voice choked with a mixture of emotions, spoke.
"You...can stay here for as long as you want, Draco."
Draco looked up and then found that suddenly, his anger towards Harry had subsided somewhat...he had no harsh comments to say. Instead, his own voice trembled, all hidden emotions bubbling to the surface, and he asked, "Are you quite sure? I mean, is that okay with you?"
Harry nodded, "It's okay."
And in the Hogwart's grounds, whilst everyone finished what was considered to be perhaps the greatest graduation party ever, an unsteady relationship begins...
End
Ashford2ashford: Umm....am I even writing this well? I mean...I'm very thankful for all the reviews, and please do more...I feel so loved! sniffle