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Chapter 5: Crying out…

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In the last chapter…

Then suddenly it hit him. Harry was going to jump. Draco remembered those green eyes, so filled with anger and pain. His heart jumped up in his throat when he watched as Harry spread out his arms.

OH MY GOD! He's going to jump!

Draco suddenly began to run, as fast as he could.

"HARRY!" he screamed through the wind and rain.

Fear began to creep up his spine. What if he didn't make it in time! He bit his lip, fighting back tears and ran faster. He was not used to running this much, and his breathing became labored.

"HARRY!" He choked out one last time, as a tear slipped down his face, being swept away by the heavy rain.

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Terrible thoughts where racing in Draco's mind as he ran as fast as he could through the rain. He couldn't let Harry do this. He don't know why he said the things he said. It was a spur of the moment, just to defend his pride, and he wasn't the one who was suffering.

Draco reached out his hand just to get a little closer. His heart nearly burst, with all the oxygen rushing in and out of his body, but his heart leaped up into his throat when he saw Harry suddenly turn around. He nearly cried out with pure joy, that Harry finally noticed him.

It was a glorious second for him, but then it all seemed to shatter as quickly as it had come. Harry had noticed him, but was startled. He watched in slow motion, as Harry turned around as his foot slipped on a loose rock. It threw him of balance, and Harry began to sway.

"HARRY!" Draco cried out in sudden fear, as he watched Harry violently sway. He was fixing to fall, he just knew it.

And he was right. Harry couldn't keep his balance for long. He tried to stand back up, but his foot slid on another loose rock. He couldn't stop swaying, and that's when he felt light as he slid off the side.

"HARRY!" Draco kept on screaming as he ran towards the cliff, fearing that he was too late. He ran closer and closer, sliding on his knees to the edge of the cliff. He ignored the pain that shot through his knees, and the sound of the expensive jean material ripping. Tear's pouring silently from his eyes.

He looked over the edge, as nearly screamed out in joy. Harry was holding on to a rock, which was slightly bulging out of the cliff. He yanked off his blue striped shirt, and threw it down wards towards Harry.

"Harry!" Draco croaked, as Harry looked up at him, his eye pleading to leave him be. The eyeliner that Harry was wearing was running down his face. "Please grab a hold to my shirt! Let me help you!" Draco cried, as more tears slid down his cheeks. No one should have to die. No one…

"Why….?" Harry said in a small voice, all the pain filtered through his words, and into Draco's heart.

"I don't want you to die!" Draco pleaded, "Believe me!" He looked down at Harry, as a tear slipped down his nose, being washed away with more heavy rain.

He watched silently, and prayed for Harry to grab onto his shirt. After what seemed like and eternity, he grabbed on. Blood was dripping down the sides of his hands, from where he caught the rock and was soaking the sleeve of his shirt.

"That's it, Harry!" Draco yelled out, then flinched when lighting flashed over head, and coursing a loud crack of thunder. "Now, I'm going to pull you up! If you can, try and climb up the rocks!" He looked down and saw Harry nod.

He began to pull up on the shirt. Before he threw it over the cliff he had bound it over his wrist to he could have a better grip on the wet fabric. He grunted, and noticed that Harry was light as a feather (except all the wet clothes). He was slowly pulling him up, when he heard the ripping of fabric. He gasped, and noticed that the arm of the sleeve was slowly tearing at the seams. He pulled his shirt back to allow him to lean down and hold out his other hand, in a feeble attempt not to topple over the side.

"Harry!" Draco called out to him, as Harry stopped moving upwards, and looked up "We've got to hurry up, my shirt is ripping!"

But it was too late, for the sleeve ripped in two.

"DRACO!" Harry screamed, as he reached up to grab a hold to his hand.

Draco grabbed his hand, and swayed, with his heart in the bottom of his stomach.

"Hold on!" Draco yelled back. He slowly slid of his knees and lay on his stomach. "Now, let go of my shirt and grab both of my hands!" He watched as Harry did what he was told.

He reached down, and realized that his shirt had slid from his wrist to his hands. Hoping it would provide enough grip as he grabbed Harry's wet, slippery hand, then grabbed his other hand.

Just as he thought, his right hand that he bound the shirt too, he was able to get a strong grip on Harry's hand.

He slowly pulled Harry up. He felt Harry struggling to keep his feet on the rocks, and also pull helping Draco pull him up. After what seemed to be and hour's worth of struggling, Draco had pulled Harry up on the ground. They lay on the wet ground breathing heavily.

Draco pulled himself up on his elbow and leaned over Harry.

"A-are you okay?" He said softly, looking down at Harry's pale reflection.

"Yes" came a weak reply.

Draco got up and stood over Harry, holding out his hand. "Come on, I'll take you to my place so you can get cleaned up."

Harry looked up at Draco, then to his extending hand.

Why had he saved me…? Couldn't he just let me die?

He lay there for a few moments's and looked at his hand. He bit his lip, and then grabbed his hand. He got up, but only to fall back down in pain.

"Ouch!" Harry wailed, grasping onto his ankle.

"You okay!" Draco leaned down next to Harry, as his hand accidentally brushed against Harry's leg.

Harry felt Draco's hand brush against his leg. He shivered at this accidental touch, but Draco mistook it for something else.

"Come on, lets go, you're shivering" Draco leaned down and picked him up bridal style.

Harry squeaked, and blushed deeply.

"Draco, put me down!" He looked away, the blush still creeping on his face.

"No, your hurt, and the ground is wet. I don't want you to fall again" He said, and noticed Harry's blush, and grinned as he walked over to his car. He had to use one arm to open the door, and noticed that Harry held on tighter to him.

"What about your seats?" Harry said in a low voice. Feeling stupid in the arms of his former bully, who seemed to care for once?

Draco shrugged, and gently placed Harry in the passenger seat. "It doesn't matter, they are leather seats, and they will dry out." He shut the door and crossed over to his side.

Once he got in he cranked up the car, the engine roaring to life.

"You see that button on the side of the door?" He said, as he began to back out.

"This button?" Harry pointed to a small button, next to the door lock

"Yeah, mash it." He looked over to see him mash the button. "It heats up the seat, so you won't be cold." He smiled to himself when he heard a muttered "Cool".

After a few minutes of riding in silence, they pulled up to a brick mansion.

"Whoa…." Harry said, and looked at Draco in disbelief. "This is where you live?"

Draco nodded smiling, and walked over and opened up the passenger, and proceeded to get Harry out, once again holding him bridal style.

"Hey--Your parents-- They will think…" Harry suddenly stopped rambling, and blushed once again.

"They are not home" Draco said and opened the door. He laughed, at Harry's expression and walked up the grand stair-case to his room.

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SO! How'd you like it...? I'm sorry if it's not good. I'm really sick, and decided to go a head and write this chapter, while I'm up to it! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I love the ones who read my story and loved it!

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