A/N-I forgot last time, so---I do not own the songs or poems in this fanfic. If I do own them, I'll make a separate note. Oh and I just realized a few hours ago that you guys actually read the authors notes! Thanks and, well, you know…..thanks.
IMPORTANT—To me anyways. What's a C2? Are they good or bad? Is it a bad sign that I have two of them? Please, if you know, review and tell me or email me. Please.
Also, I got some reviews saying 'What the hell?' Hasn't chapter 4 been up like twice? My fault! My computer went wonky and it accidentally updated the 4 chap to the sequel to 'The Day The Dark Lord Fell'. Which means all you guys almost got a preview…..But I fixed it. Sorry again. (If you haven't read 'Everything Was Perfect' read it. Now. The author is LanisFanfiction.)
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Chapter 4 Get Over It
Harry awoke to an annoying pounding, rolling over he groaned as he pushed himself up off of the bed. 'Not now. I just want to sleep'. Harry couldn't help but think, his first night back and what happens? A man flirts with him, his best friend hangs out with a Slytherin, he cried himself to sleep, and he had a wedgy! Things just couldn't get any worse. Harry threw open the door and cursed himself for his prior thought.
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Draco looked up at Harry. He had obviously been crying, but he was still breath taking.
Draco felt sorry for whatever he had said that made Harry this upset. He pushed his way into Harry's room, who at the moment was to busy glaring to stop Draco's movements. Looking around Harry's rooms, he realized they were a great deal like his own, but decorated differently. Draco turned and smiled down at Harry, he looked so small and cute. Draco just wanted to give him a hug. Draco noticed for the first time that the room was not silent. A slow, soft music was flowing through the air, the sweet sound almost bring tears to Draco's eyes.
"What song is this?" Harry shrugged.
"It's not important. Why are you here?"
"I came to check on you. You ran out before I could ask what was wrong, was it something I said? I didn't mean to offend you Harry, I really didn't."
"It was nothing Draco; I just don't feel very well."
"Come on, you can tell me. I can see you've been crying. Look, whatever it is, you're obviously upset, and if it's something I did, know that I meant no offense." Draco turned to go when he heard Harry quiet sigh.
"Look Malfoy, you didn't do anything wrong. I've just had a couple of rough weeks and I need some space. That's why I came back to England."
"So in running from these bad memories, you ran right into a bunch of other bad memories. Did that make sense?"
"I guess, yes, these memories seem to be following me." Draco nodded as continued to look around. He spotted a black picture frame that contained a photo of Harry and some unknown woman. Draco walked over and picked it up. The two people in the picture were lying on a bed with white sheets and big fluffy pillows. They had their arms wrapped around each other and were laughing as they went to kiss. The picture wasn't moving of course, but you could almost hear their happy laughter, the rustling of the sheets, feel the breeze coming in through the open window, snapping the curtains around. Just then Harry jerked the picture away from Draco, who started.
"Who's that Harry? She looks a lot like that bloke you brought with you. Where is she now?"
"She's not here Malfoy, that's all that matters. She's not here." Harry slipped the frame under his pillow and turned to look at Draco, who was watching him. Harry shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze and coughed lightly.
"I don't expect you to tell me. We don't really get along, and we haven't seen each other in more than six years, but I know something is going on. I know it. And I remember, Harry. I know why you ran all those years ago. You didn't have too; no one would have held it against you. I would have helped." Draco said all of this in a low, patient voice.
"I don't need your help. What…What happened was an accident, a flaw. It will NEVER happen again. Leave me alone Malfoy, I don't have the strength to argue with you anymore." Harry crawled back into bed and pulled the sheets up to his chin.
"I never told them. Not one person, but if you refuse to speak with someone, I might just let it slip."
"Go ahead, I'll just deny it. They all believe me before you, the ex-death eater."
"Oh yes, believe the 'Boy-Who-Refuses-To-Admit-He's-A-Poof' over the Death Eaters son." Draco reached out to touch Harry, who pulled away. "Oh. You didn't seem to willing to pull away six years ago when I had my hand down your fucking pants."
"Why are you doing this to me? Just leave me alone."
"I'm not doing anything to you Harry. I'm just telling the truth, something your terrified to do. No one will hate you if you just say, 'Yes! I am gay'. It's not a big deal, Harry."
"You don't understand. How do think the world will view a gay savior. The Poof who defeated the dark lord. You don't know half of what you think you do. So until you grow up and learn all the facts, get the fuck out of my room."
"And when you grow a pair, Potter, come see me." The door slammed behind Draco as he left a sobbing Harry to his grief.
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Draco banged his head against the wall outside of the teachers lounge. 'God, that wasn't how it was supposed to go.' He'd only meant to help. Harry obviously had something going on, and Draco knew it had something to do with him. He was only trying to help, to get Harry to talk to someone so he wouldn't be alone, but no! The great Harry Potter doesn't need his help. He'd rather lay in his room and sulk. Draco jumped when the teachers lounge door was pushed open.
Hermione Granger stepped out into the hall and raised her brow as she watched Draco smack his head into the wall one last time before straightening.
"So that's how your face got to look like it does."
"You mean beautiful? Yes of course. Maybe if you fling yourself down a flight of steps it'll make your body look somewhat like a normal human beings."
"Oh that was jus…."
"Excuse me, Professor. I really need to speak with you." Hermione turned and looked down at the fourth year who was standing behind her looking very uncomfortable. What was his name again? Jack, Jake….Jai!
"Not now Mr. DeBauch. Can't you see that I'm having a conversation?" Jai looked somewhat taken aback, but nodded and left. Hermione tried to ignore the worried, scared look he had on his young face.
"Look Granger, I didn't come here to fight with you. This is about H-Potter. I think you need to talk to him, get him out of his room. I think he's depressed, and needs a friend. As willing as I am to help, he seems unresponsive."
"I wouldn't want your help either."
"I wouldn't offer it." Draco smiled before turning and walking away.
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Hermione pushed Harry's door open with out knocking.
"Come on Harry, it's time to get your ass up. We're all tired of walking on glass ever since you got here. It's been a week; you've been down to dinner once! Now all you do is lay around. Well, I'm cutting you off. No more. I get the whole mourning thing, it's understood, but if your not going to talk to us so we can help, then don't act like we don't care."
"You don't know."
"Stop saying that. I know your mourning something, someone's death. Don't give me that look. It was easy to guess, with you and Daniel put together. At least Daniel talks, even if it is only to say we have to ask you. Talk to me Harry, cause I'm running out of sympathy." It was silent in the room along time. Hermione had thought about what Malfoy said and decided that the next day she would go to see Harry and straighten him out. A week he'd been here! Two days since the episode with Malfoy and he refused to come out of his room. He was acting like a big baby.
"She died." Hermione jumped, she hadn't been expecting him to actually talk. "She died with me right there. I was holding on to her, sleeping, and she just died. I stood with her so long, and now I'm alone. I cant breath Hermione, I cant breath." Mione felt her heart twinge, and walked over to Harry's bed. Sitting down, she rubbed his back gently while he talked.
"I know our relationship wasn't normal. I know it, she k-knew it. I loved her, very much, but….Its hard to explain. I loved her as more than a sister, but I knew she wasn't like my, well my 'soul mate'. As corny as that sounds. She knew how I felt. When we talked about it she would laugh and say she might not be mine, but I was hers." Harry took a deep gulp of air. "She also knew I was attracted to both men and women."
Again Harry paused, as if waiting for an explosion.
"Well of course Harry. Everyone knew that. Ron and I used to bet which Gryffindor you were going to date first. Then, well you know. You ran away."
"Hermione, what if I did something I wasn't proud of and…..and it was a long time ago?"
"Harry, I doubt you could surprise me."
"I slept with Malfoy. That's why I ran away, because he threatened to tell everyone. I didn't want anyone to know yet. Now I'm back and he's at it again."
"You slept with Malfoy? That lucky son of bitch." Hermione laughed at Harry's horrified expression. "Harry, things are getting to dark around here. You need to step back out into the light. Go ride your broom, or get in a fight with Malfoy, or save the day. Don't just lay here. Life is hard enough without letting ourselves get depressed. Mourn, I know you will and would be angry if you didn't. But don't mourn like this. Celebrate the life she lived, and the love, however it may have been, that you two shared. Spend time with Daniel, make Zabini jealous. Come on down to dinner, Harry. Take back your title as The Boy Who Lived."
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Jai looked up as the Great Hall doors opened and Professor Granger walked in with Harry Potter. The room was silent before it broke out in loud whispers. The two friends ignored all this and walked to the head table to eat.
Jai's body jerked as the boy on his right elbowed his roughly in the side.
"Stop checking out the teachers, you little pervert."
"I…I wasn't." The boy, who appeared to be sixth or seventh year, sneered and turned back to his meal. The last week hadn't been easy on Jai either. People tearing up his bed sheets, leaving notes that said 'pervert' 'fag' 'poof' 'cock sucker'. Jai held the tears back as he thought of those notes, and his worry that his brother would find them. Sam would be so disappointed in him. Jai stood up and left quickly, not wanting to be around all those people.
When he got to the corridor outside of the Slytherin dungeons he sat down against the wall and let his head rest on his knees. He was so absorbed in his thinking that he didn't hear the step approaching. Jai looked up quickly when a pair of black shoes appeared in his view. Before him stood Rory Mills, the hottest guy in Slytherin, right under Sam. He was staring down at Jai, with something in his eyes, Jai was uncertain about, something he couldn't place.
"Hello, are you alright?"
"Ye-yes, I'm fine, thank you." Rory nodded and Jai turned back to watching his knees.
"You shouldn't let them get to you. Their just being biased ass holes." Jai looked up surprised by Rory's words. "I've been attracted to guys since I was fourth year, I know its' not easy. Look, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm always hanging around somewhere."
"Thank you Rory."
"Don't worry about it Jai. Look, are you going somewhere specific?"
"No, not really."
"Do you want to come fly around the Quidditch pitch with me? We can play some one-on-one." Jai smiled hugely, then blushed.
"Okay, that would be nice."
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Sam glared down at his plate. 'Damn you, damn you to hell Harry Potter! It's your fault Jai is going through this. I swear, I'll make you pay, you attention seeking prat.' The Slytherins sitting around Sam slowly started moving away as he growled. Dumbledore sat at the head table, the twinkle gone from his eyes. But he knew, he had to let fate have her way.
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A/N-Wow, that so didn't turn out like I planned. Sorry Draco's sort of a prat in this one, I love fluff, I really do. But there are a few things Draco and Harry have to work through before they can be in a healthy relationship. Jai, my poor, sweet Jai, you can't help but love him. Don't worry all, I'll take care of him. This fic is in the style of classic fairy tales. If you're a fan, as I am, you'll know that the Grimm tales and stories along those lines were not originally written for children, they were much to dark. Each story had a moral, and bad things happened, many dark, bad things. But in the end, light won over darkness, and good defeated evil. Think along those lines and you an outline for this fanfic.
This chapter was kind of blah, an argument, cursing, and angry Sam. Tsk, but don't worry the next chapter is like SO much better, its one of my favorites. Some action, romance, tears, then alas……a death, and a secret revealed!
Thanks:
DestinyEntwinements-Thanks, read the A/N at the top. (Wink)
Jujube15-I don't like that either. Thanks.
Fragonknight-Whoa! I feel so much better. I was worried there for a moment. lol. Thanks.
Sinsoftheflesh- Grrrrrr! Daniel/Blaise and H/D in the near and somewhat unfoggy future.
Dream-of-Tragedies: Thanks. (I cried too.) Poor Harry.
HyperBunnyAttack-Thanks and I'm working on it. I love long chaps too.
A/N- I just realized there are NO reviews for The Day The Dark Lord Fell chapter four! Poor chapter, all by itself. (Sniff)
For PERSONinSC19
""Dipping his long finger into the smooth, warm lube, Draco gently pushed Harry's legs
apart and probed his tight enterance. Slowly pushing one finger into Harry he let him
adjust before rotating it and moving it in and out. When he felt Harry was ready he gingerly
added a second finger, and paused when Harry whimpered softly.
Looking up he waited for Harry's hesitant nod before scissoring them, feeling the slickness
move arousingly around his finger."
That's all you get, and only because I'm a nice person. ML Aubrey