Chapter twelve
Draco knew it. He had grown soft. He couldn't let the boy die, not after what he had done. He knew it was his own fault. He knew that Harry would never have punched him without the cruel words he had spoken. He knew that Harry wouldn't have tried to slit his wrists if it hadn't have been for him. He followed his green eyed boy knowing he had to say something knowing that Harry had the strength to die much like he had it but he also knew Harry was the last of his sanity. Maybe that was the reason Draco did it, his own selfish reasons, or maybe it was because he loved the green eyed boy. The boy who had saved him from death. The boy who he had now saved.
--- Flashback ---
"Get away from me Potter." Draco spat as Harry fell to the floor. "I don't want your filthy orphan body anywhere near me!" He knew it would hurt Harry. He wanted to hurt the boy. The one who would save him for death. Death that he wanted to wrap around himself. "I wish you would just kill yourself so I wouldn't have to have your filthy halfblooded hands on me ever again!" He knew it had hit a nerve as a punch flew at him. It was painful, more so because it was from his green eyed boy. Harry gasped and ran off.
Draco followed the boy. Followed the sobs. Followed the tears and finally once the sound of crying left his ears he followed the blood. He knew what had happened. Harry was strong to last this long but Draco knew that those words were going to be the end of Harry if he didn't help. Once he'd found Harry slumped in a room breathing shallowly. The boy's eyes were closed and for that Draco was thankful. He didn't want Draco to know. He healed the cuts on Harry's wrists, kissed each wrist lightly and left the room knowing that Harry would be ok after that.
--- End Flashback ---
Draco only wished he could have helped Harry more. He wished they could have been friends. Maybe if Harry had accepted his hand in the first year things may have been different.
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Maybe if he hadn't turned cold, maybe if he had of had a decent life maybe if he could have had a different family, then just maybe he could have been with her. The redheaded women locked in his own cells. The one he had been ordered to kill but instead had insisted he kept her forever taunting her with the deaths of her son and husband. He knew of course young Harry Potter was alive but she did not know that. He'd never laid one finger on her as she was nestled deep down in his heart from his childhood dreams. He knew if he ever hurt her a cut would form over his heart leaving him to slowly die. The cut already deep from where he had taunted her, the unbearable pain from his heart but yet that felt nothing compared to her choosing James over himself.
A/n – I think I should explain the last paragraph as it is a little confusing to even me who wrote it! I'm just tired people! Anyway basically he loves her in his heart but from the moment she chose James over him he's started to hate her. So basically he loves her enough that he can't kill her or hurt her but hates her enough to taunt her with the deaths of her son and husband and keep her locked up and alive.
--- Flashback ---
"It's the way it had to be Lucius. You knew I couldn't be with you. You are of darkness and James is of the light." How could she possibly know that he too longed for the light? She couldn't. "I may have lusted for you Lucius but I could never love someone from the darkness." How he wished she would love him, how he wished she knew he wanted to be light and doing this to him was basically throwing him into back into darkness. "Bye Lucius." She turned from him. Turned away and ran into James arms. James smirked at his competitor. He had the one thing they both wanted more than anything. This time the light had won. From that moment Lucius knew the darkness would have to win the final war.
A/n I'm tired. Hope you enjoyed thanks reviewers and umm I shall thank you next time cause right now I'm lazy and tired... Night night...