Chapter 3
Opposites Can Always Attract
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own anything J.K. Rowling writes, and I don't own, like, anything in this story, besides the story line…. Sighs well here it goes Chapter 3
Also I will try to make this one longer then last time. Also, this is taking place right after Harry took Draco in.
Harry sat Draco down onto the couch and then pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.
"Alright Draco, tell me what you want to say." Harry felt worried for his long time rival; he was shaking in the chair, and shivering as though he was cold, very cold.
"I-I can't do it Potter I cant be a Deatheater, I don't want to, I bragged about it, you heard me, but I don't want to be one, I don't! Believe me Potter; Please!" Malfoy put his hands to his face and started sobbing again. Harry sat back in his chair, looking indifferent even though he was frightened for Draco, and frightened that he himself cared. "Potter you have to get me out of there, or hide me! You have to have a place that you can hide from him don't you? Please, I don't want to kill anyone, I don't want to…" He wiped his nose and looked up at Harry with red puffy eyes, "Please Potter…" he whimpered, "You have to help me, no one else will!"
Harry turned his eyes from Malfoy, what should he do? "Malfoy…" he leaned a bit towards the crying blond, "You had a chance to get away from him. Dumbledore gave you that option, and you didn't take it when you could." He sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes "It's to late for me to help you. Stay here tonight, and don't show yourself in the morning, stay where I put you, and tomorrow night you're gone. Understand?" Malfoy nodded and kept his head low. Harry stood up, "Well c'mon Malfoy, you can't sleep on the coach, if the Dursley's saw you…." He shook his head, "Stay in my room tonight. And don't try anything, I'll get you before you can do anything, and if I wake up to a house filled with dead people I will kill you, no mercy." Harry smiled lightly while walking up the steps to his room, Draco slowly walking behind. Harry opened the door and let Draco in ahead of him. It took him a minute to realize how messy his room was, dirty close where in the corner, books strewn across the ground he quickly started cleaning his room, "You can sleep on the floor, my beds not big enough for two people." Draco nodded and watched Harry stuff many of the contents of the floor under his bed; the idea of sleeping on this floor was not appealing at all. Draco walked over to a chair and sat down on it, the back side at his front (author: like its backswords and that is how he is sitting on the chair for those who don't get it…) and watched The Boy Who Lived clean parts of his room and spread a blanket on the floor near his bed. "My aunt and uncle never come in here" he started "So it's safe for you to be in the open." Draco again, just nodded.
"Um…Potter?"
"Yes Malfoy?" Harry looked up from what he was doing to see the blonde had tears going down his face again,
"Thank you." He sniffled and Harry handed him some tissues.
"C'mon Malfoy, stop crying, it's really annoying. You're a big boy now, you can take care of" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence. He was almost in shock when he felt the blonde's arms around him, "Malfoy, what are you doing!" Harry tried to push Malfoy off him, but he kept holding on, and sobbing. Harry sighed, and put his arms around Draco, if only to calm the boy down, and have him stop crying. He patted the blonde on the back, "Calm down Draco…" he felt the blonde's grip tighten, and he stayed there. Harry tried to push Draco off him. He wasn't uncomfortable with it, Draco was so thin, and it was almost like having Ginny with him again. What bothered him though was that they had hated each other for six years of their life, and now Draco was holding onto him like his life depended on it, and sobbing into his chest. Harry put his hands on Draco's arms and moved him back a bit, "Malfoy, stop it, you're fine."
Draco put his head down and nodded, his body shivered every no and then, reminding Harry of the time he saw him in the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "…Sorry…Potter…" Draco wiped his eyes, "I…don't know what…came over me…"
"I can tell." Harry let go of him and walked to his window to let Hedwig in. He put her in her cage and turned to Malfoy who was still standing in the spot Harry left him at. "Malfoy…" he sighed, something he was getting to used to doing, "Look, don't look so sad, okay?" he sat on his bed, "Do you want to tell me why you're crying so much?" Harry thought he knew the answer already, Draco was afraid of being caught and killed.
Malfoy sat down on the sheets, "Potter…" he stopped, "Harry." He stopped, "I don't want to die…but if I keep avoiding my missions or making up excuses, I will die. I-I don't want to die…. I don't…" more tears lined his eyes, "I have no one else to turn to…"
"What makes you think I will keep you safe though Malfoy? We've always hated each other, always, so why would I hel-"
"Because you're a good person…"
He sighed, "Fine. Alright, look Malfoy, just…" he sighed again, this was turning into a habit, "Just go to sleep okay? You're safe now, for tonight."
Draco nodded and lay down on the sheets Harry had put on the floor. "Thanks again Harry."
Harry rolled over on the bed so he wasn't facing Malfoy, "Your Welcome Malfoy."
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I ran out of IDEAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh, oh well, I will continue this soon, I just felt it would be not nice of Melody to not put anymore of this up for those who have waited. Until Next time, I hope you enjoy this!