It's amazing how much you all reviewed when I bribed ya. Gotta remember that for future chapters... *eyes gleam* Well, since you've all been asking for it, two updates today! Yays!
Harry was sulking in his bedroom. God, couldn't the blond just say what he wanted, what he felt? He didn't understand Draco; granted, that didn't mean he didn't lo- like him. Ron had asked him what was wrong, but he didn't really want to talk about it, certainly not to Ron. who wouldn't understand what he was feeling at all. He sighed, sweeping his dark hair off his head. Why did things have to be so difficult? Couldn't Draco just be his friend and possibly something more?
Draco Malfoy was bolting up the stairs to the school, taking them three at a time and panting. He had to apologize to Harry. Damn, why didn't he think before he opened his big fat mouth? He spotted Hermione around a corner, and waved to her. "Hermione," He gasped, hands on his knees. "Harry, where is-"
"Up in his bedchamber. Password is Sir Cadogan." She looked at him reproachfuly. "He's really upset, you know." He bolted off again, yelling "I know!"
By the time he reached the common room, he was getting quite a few stares and dirty looks. He didn't care, though. All he wanted to do at the moment was apologize to the man he lov-
Okay, he would think about THAT after he found Harry. He asked Seamus "Where's Harry?" Seamus gawped and pointed in the direction of his bedchamber, eyes blank. "Thanks!" Draco shouted, running up the stairs four at a time. When he reached the door, he actually had to think about what he was going to say. Obviously, I'm sorry wasn't going to cut it. He'd just pretty much told Harry he wasn't close to him or anyone else. Sighing, he knocked softly on the door.
Harry heard him outside. He didn't want to talk to him. Or anyone. "GO AWAY!" He shouted, tears coming to his eyes. Silence. Then, "Please. I just want to talk, please... let me in." Harry snorted. "Draco, you hate me, remember?"
Draco swallowed, knowing that nothing could be farther from the truth. He wanted to say what came to his mind, but as a child, he had been taught not to lie. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then blurted out: "I don't. And I'm not leaving until you open the door." "Well, I'm not. So you'll be there a while." He pressed his forehead against the door, tears leaking from his eyes and a unfarmiliar rising in his throat. "Please." He choked out. He didn't care if the entire school was watching him. He just wanted the door to open.
Harry was sobbing now, wringing his hands. "I can't! I'm scared..."
"Of what?"
"Being left behind, being hated, being forgotten... I don't want to go back to that time!"
For the first time in seven years, Draco was crying. Really crying. Like, tears running down cheeks, dripping on the ground crying. "I promise, I won't let you."
Pause.
"Harry." The word fell from his lips and it felt good to say it. Very good. It tasted saltier than the tears on his chin, but in a good way. "Harry..." He whispered.
Harry opened the door a couple hours later. He should probably go and find Draco now. He had been trying to open the door the whole time, but something was holding him back. He wanted Draco to feel how much he had hurt him. The Slytherin needed to know that he liked him a lot and that he had been pretty cruel. When he opened the door, what he saw astounded him. Draco was sleeping on the ground, face up, arms thrown around himself.
Harry didn't think. he didn't want to. He found his finger reaching out and wiping the tears from Draco's eyes. Draco opened his eyes blearily at the touch, and smiled. "You forgive me, Harry?" Harry hugged him impulsively. "Y-yeah."
"Good." He said, hugging him back. "Because you don't have to be scared anymore. I'll protect you."
And that's where they stayed for the rest of the day, reveling in the silence that comes when there is so much to say and not enough words to say it in.
DAW. Um. changing my schedule. Working really hard to get this done-ish. Putting the 100 chap story on hiatus. I might have to change it to a different story. It's very crack fic style right now. My Tulio and Miguel story is going to get back on track, I swear.
If y'all like, chu know what to do!
