The door clicked shut, and she found herself alone again. The silence was almost overwhelming, so she dug one of her most prized possessions out of her pocket. Oh, sweet, wonderful iPod. She turned it on and ran her finger over the wheel. Slipping the white headphones into her ears, she selected a song to ease the quiet. All We Are by One Republic drifted through the ear buds, and immediately she relaxed.
With the music on, she finally looked around. The dorm room she had been assigned was larger than she'd expected. There were three medium-sized beds, only one of which had sheets.
The middle bed must be mine, she thought, and set down her knapsack. She pulled out her trunk, aimed her wand at it, and said, "Engorgio."
Putting her wand back into her pocket, she pulled the trunk over to the end of her bed. Removing the other contents of her bag, she began to set up her things on the desk nearest to her four-poster. She slid her letters into one of the desk's drawers.
Dumbledore had given her some school supplies, but advised her nonetheless to go into Diagon Alley to get more.
She extracted her pouch of money from the bag. Opening it slowly, she was shocked to find it completely empty. She felt her heart drop, before she remembered the money in her family's vaults.
Smiling to herself, she finished unpacking. She was about to put the empty knapsack into the trunk when her fingers hit something small and cold. Something entirely too familiar. Freezing momentarily, she panicked. She thought she had left this at home… Slowly, she removed the object from her bag.
She stared at the box in her hand. It held too many memories; too many painful thoughts. It filled her with sadness and something that vaguely resembled fear.
She had come too close last time.
Opening the box with heavy fingers and a knot in her stomach, she pulled out her best friend from years ago.
A very thin, very sharp, very familiar razor blade.
Jamie ran the smooth metal between her thumb and forefinger and instantly remembered the last few run-ins she'd had with the blade.
Loathing herself a little bit more each second, her thoughts became angry; self-hating. So stupid, she told herself. How the fuck was she supposed to save the Savior of the Wizarding World's life, if she was so willing to try to take her own?
Rejecting everything her brain was screaming at her, she relapsed into a state she had so carefully shielded herself from.
Every bad thing that had ever happened was suddenly her fault. Everyone hated her. She had no friends. Jane was dead, dead, dead.
She slid the cold steel across her arm and watched the crimson blood stain the blade that was as silver as the dorm room around her.
Harry raced down the corridors, his feet moving as rapidly as his brain. Where was he going? He couldn't think clearly enough to figure it out. He was just running. His thoughts were swimming and battling for dominance.
Everything he ever thought he knew was a lie. Next thing I know, he thought, Malfoy will be telling me he's in love with me.
That single sentence stopped him short. Where the fuck had that idea come from?
He shook his head and started running towards the Gryffindor tower. He rounded a corner and slammed face first into…
"Malfoy? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
The blond stiffened slightly when he recognized Harry's voice, then straightened his robes, and sent the Gryffindor a cold glare.
"If you must know, Potter," he drawled, his voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever, "I came here to inform the headmaster of my father's demise."
Harry couldn't stop his eyes from widening, even though he already knew Lucius was dead.
He was simply surprised that Malfoy was talking to him, and not punching him in the nose.
They were both shocked out of their skin when Harry placed his hand on Draco's arm and whispered, "I'm sorry for your loss."
He knew it was true; he was sorry that Malfoy had to know the pain of losing a loved one.
He just wasn't necessarily sorry for whom he had lost…
He'd only come back to the school because he had forgotten his cloak. He certainly had not expected this to happen...
Draco blinked. And blinked again, twice. Then he realized Potter was touching his arm. And it didn't hurt. It wasn't burning off, but there seemed to be a somewhat pleasant warmth where skin met skin.
Unconsciously, he leaned towards the heat, and found himself taking a step closer to Potter. Then, before he knew what was happening, he threw his arms around the taller male's waist and held on to him tightly.
The tears leaked out before he could even think to stop them. Malfoy's don't cry, his father's voice scolded. This made him shudder and cry harder.
He cried because he was a monster; he cried because he didn't miss his father. Not a single bit.
The blond froze when he felt Potter move, then he instantly relaxed when strong arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders.
This warmth felt amazing.
He lifted his head and locked teary silver eyes with green ones so bright they lit up the room.
What surprised him more than the fact that Potter looked genuinely concerned was how far apart they were.
Or, rather, how close they were.
He sucked in a short breath when he noticed that Ha- Potter's lips were mere inches from his own. If he would just lean forward a bit…
Harry seemed to hear Malfoy's thoughts and slowly, agonizingly slowly, tilted his head and pulled the blond in closer.
And then Draco's mind exploded.
His eyes snapped shut of their own accord, and he found himself leaning even further into the brunette's arms.
How did Potter's lips get so damn soft?
The boys poured themselves into this one kiss, and each discovered that he wanted more.
A tentative tongue prodded gently and Draco's lower lip, and he eagerly allowed it admittance.
Po- Harry's arms tightened around his shoulders, and they got closer than Draco had ever dreamed.
Yes, he'd had these dreams.
But now it was completely real, and he let his tongue fight with Harry's for dominance.
There was a certain taste about the brunette; like a mix between vanilla and strawberry. It tasted like Heaven.
The warmth was now a full-blown fire, and Draco loved every single second of it.
Just as Draco was about to pull back for air, the teens heard a voice.
"Oh, my. This is rather awkward."
The boys separated instantly, and turned to face an incredulous looking girl who was just exiting the bathroom. She was rolling down her sleeves carefully, and when neither of the boys said anything, she kept talking.
"Well, I don't suppose either of you could point me in the direction of the Great Hall? I'm new here, and I'm incredibly lost."
Both boys nodded stiffly. Harry said, "Sure. But if you don't mind my asking, who are you?"
"Oh, pardon me," she said. "I just moved here from Scotland, and I'll be in seventh year. I'm a brand-new Slytherin, and my name is Jamie Potter."
A/N: Okay, so...yeah. They kissed. I made them. Bwahaha.
And, Harry and Jamie FINALLY MEET. I've already got the next chapter written up, but I've decided to hold it hostage. I want to know just who's reading this story. So if you've read this far, and want to read more, Review! You'll get more chapters. ;)
Also, to anyone who doesn't have me on Author Alerts: I will be posting a new chaptered Fic about Scorpius and Albus Serverus, and it shall be called Nothing But the Truth. It will also be rated M. So, if you're into that kinda thing, check it out. :D
Love to my lovers, love to my haters. :3
(ps, respect to One Republic. I don't own the song or the music. Or the band. Just a fan.)