Title: Complicated

Author: Morbid Romantic

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: -mumbles- I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters...-rolls eyes-

A/N: I've finally stopped being lazy, and am going to start to repost this. This time, I won't put a swear word into the summary, so maybe won't be deleted .

"Chill out
What you yellin' for?
Lay back
It's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see..."

-Avril Lavigne (Complicated)

Chapter One: Such Nice Way To Die!

I walked into the kitchen, purposely ignoring all the nasty looks I received from a few of the elves. Apparently Hermione had succeeded in setting a few of them free, and they were still here, working for pay and holidays off. I smiled bemusedly, wondering briefly when Hermione would stop with all that 'spew' nonsense.

I sauntered over to one of the tables, pulling out a chair and sitting down. A half a second later one of the elves brought me my usual turkey sandwich. I smiled at him, thanking him profusely. He glared stuffily at me and hopped off to continue washing the dishes.

I laughed to myself and took a bite of my sandwich, wishing Dobby wasn't on vacation. He never glared at me, and he made the best sandwich's I had ever had. I let out a sigh as I swallowed my first bite.

I watched the house elves scurry around, feeling a bit lonely. Hermione and Ron were on prefect's duty, so I was left alone. I sighed again and bit into my sandwich once more.

As I chewed, one of the house elves tottered off the counter, going head first into a sink full of soapy dishes. A second later it appeared with soap suds all over its head and face, giving it a beard to rival Dumbledore's. I let out a snort of laughter.

And that's when it happened.

The bite of turkey I had in my mouth lodged itself in my throat. I let out a choking gasp as I tried frantically to dislodge it.

Air left me all together as I choked silently to death; all the while my brain was passing madly through thought after thought.

'Oh this is nice,' My inner voice shouted in my head, 'I escape Voldermort's clutches no less then five times, then I choke to death on a fucking turkey sandwich...just lovely...will look great on the front pages...I can see it now...'

I started to feel slightly faint, when I felt two strong arms snake their way around my stomach, and start to tighten below my ribs. The food I had been choking on quickly dislodged itself, allowing me to breathe again. I drew in a shuddering breath, my head swimming painfully at the sudden rush of oxygen.

I slowly turned around, looking into the eyes of my rescuer.

His emerald green eyes met mine, then widened in alarm.

"Oh shit." He whispered. I narrowed my eyes into a glare.

"Oh you're quite welcome." I said coolly.

He moaned and put his head in his hands. His unruly black hair was sticking up even more. "Thanks...but now it's going to be over the whole school..."

"What is?"

"The fact," he said pausing and looking at me. "That the boy who lived almost choked to death on a turkey sandwich..."

I cocked my head, the point not clicking.

He sighed and glared at me, reading my body language perfectly. "What I mean," he continued. "Is it will seem pretty funny that I could go up again Voldermort, but obviously couldn't 'defeat' a turkey sandwich."

I raised an eyebrow, still not finding this funny.

"You know, Potter," I started in my usual sarcastic voice. "Your even stranger then I thought."

He got up from the table, his movements slow and quite obviously painful. He stood hanging onto the table for a moment, and then looked at me with blazing, suspicious eyes. I felt a gasp rise in my throat but stifled it almost instantly. A funny feeling had arisen in my stomach...a feeling I didn't like too much...

"Why the hell did you save me?" He barked at me. I jumped, shocked slightly by his rough tone of voice. "You're the son of a convicted Death Eater, who wants me dead." He shook his head. "It makes no sense." His eyes were still narrowed and suspicious.

I raised an eyebrow coolly, trying not to show the surge of anger that was rippling inside me.

"Well," I said slowly, as if talking to a five year old who wanted to know why Mummy and Daddy weren't going to live together anymore. "When one sees's one choking, one usually goes to help the person before they die, even if they hate the person." I snorted as I watched him chew on my words. "For Gods sake Potter, I don't like you, but that doesn't mean I want you dead."

He looked up at me, surprise flashing brilliantly in his eyes.

"You don't?" He half whispered, the shock etched its way onto his face.

"Well," I said, slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. "No...not really...no..."

I looked down at the ground. I could feel his eyes moving over every inch of my body, I shifted from one foot to the other, slightly uncomfortable, yet pleased at having him look at me in such a manner. I felt heat rise in the pit of my stomach.

'What's wrong with you?' I mentally cursed myself. 'Quit being so sick, and disgusting, and wrong, and not right...and wrong...wrong! It's just wrong!'

He let out a low whistle under his breath. My head snapped up at this noise, and he looked at me appraisingly.

"I never saw that one coming." He said to me. His eyes did not leave mine, and I tried to keep my breathing steady, all the while telling myself that I was a sick little dragon that should have his eyes poked out. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." He started to walk towards the door leading out into the hall.

"Wait, Potter?" I said against my will. I forced the look of pained discomfort off my face as he turned around to look at me.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?" I asked. His eyebrow's shot up, and his face softened. A ghost of a smile flittered onto his face.

"Yeah, sure." He said, and then continued out, leaving me feeling lost, confused, and strangely empty.

TBC