Title: It's All My Fault
Author Name: Lying In An Angels Arms
Rating: R/M
Spoilers: Books 1-6. Written After Half-Blood Prince.
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Summary: Guilt is a funny thing. It makes the world seem so much...colder. Draco's guilty. Two deaths are on his conscious and the closest thing to a father he has now is hanging between life and death because of him. Guilt is a funny thing, it makes you wish you were dead. Draco's drowning in a sea of coldness and he can't grasp onto something. Can Harry Potter be that something?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
BETA: Wrath Of The Digital Hazard (Who is so frickin' awesome)
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/Warnings/
Slash! (Harry/Draco. Lucius/Severus)
Depression, Suicidal themes (no suicide depicted), Mild non-graphic self harm
strong language, Sexual scenes, mild character deaths,
Mild Potions Abuse
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Chapter Eleven: Rest my head on something real
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I hate school.
Really.
I do.
My magic is generally weak,
probably because I was a preemie.
Transfiguration has to be my worst subject.
My work, at most, is Acceptable in practicals and Exceeds Expectations in written work. I'll occassionally get an Outstanding if I know a lot about the written subject.
I don't do very well in Charms either. Practical work never turns out right for me.
Defense Against the Dark Arts.
I admit defeat in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
I admit it.
Not aloud,
but I know I'm horrible.
Even my written work is only Acceptable.
The only reason I didn't fail the class was because I convinced the teachers to allow me extra credit to 'broaden my horizons.'
Load of bull.
Potions has always been my best class.
Not because of Severus, although that really helped.
Because Potions, well the ones Severus made us brew, never required much wand work.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in my class."
I was practically jumping up and down when I heard that in first year.
Finally,
a class where I wasn't on display with my inferior magic.
I hated myself when I failed my classes
or got a P on my practicals.
I spent the first four years of my education hating myself.
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Draco, who had resigned himself to being invisible, stumbled alongside the silent Severus Snape. They had been walking around for Merlin knew how long in search for a rip in the nightmare. However, they found none, not even a little tear. Severus had been sure, having studied the mind and magic before, that there would be at least one fracture in the realm of his nightmares.
"Now what?" Draco growled out, looking frustrated and glaring at a random gangly tree nearby. Severus was frowning heavily, brows drawn together until they almost met above his nose. Severus did not reply and Draco had a strange feeling he had just been snubbed... by a half-blood. How insulting.
"Draco," Severus said suddenly, making a startled Draco jump. Severus held out a pale, ever-so-slightly shaking hand. "Give me the hair."
Draco didn't know if he could pass on the Veela hair to Severus, since the world, and therefore Severus also, was not real. However, there was no 'if you can' attached to Severus' statement, so he decided to try anyway. Draco slid his hand under the thin, golden strand that wrapped around his right wrist. He gently pried the hair off and, holding it between thumb and forefinger, laid it across Severus' palm. He heard the man's sharp intake of breath and realised the hair must have become visible upon touching Severus' skin. Draco paused and cautiously reached out. He pressed his forefinger to the center of Severus' palm.
The blond teen glanced up and locked eyes directly with Severus.
"You can see me?" Draco asked.
"Hm. You've really let yourself go, Draco. Really, a sweatshirt?" Severus drawled, staring down at the vivid red sweetshirt Mr. Weasley had given him to replace the one he had Vanished earlier. The shirt peeked out around the neckline of the robe he'd gained upon entering Severus' nightmare. Draco sneered but knew his cheeks were flushed from the comment.
"Enough," Draco protested. "We need to get out of here. Snarky comments later." Inside, he was dancing in joy. Snarky comments meant that Severus was feeling better.
"Understood," Severus said and they went to walk on. However, one thought made them both pause.
Draco's forefinger was still touching Severus' palm. Their eyes sought the connection and Severus sneered.
"Life and death situation or not, there is no way you are holding my hand."
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Harry sat in the Weasleys' kitchen, sipping a hot chocolate filled to the brink with little marshmallows, and possessing enough sugar to give a lesser man diabetes. It was past midnight, he was sure, but he couldn't sleep. The normally comforting noise of Ron's chainsaw snoring was not soothing that night. In fact, it grated on his tightly strung nerves so much that he had to seek sanctuary elsewhere. Harry sighed, his shoulders slumped. The thought of what Hermione said earlier was running through his head.
"Legilimency is a very serious study. If something goes wrong, it can be disastrous!"
He wanted to blame his nervousness on his Gryffindor-ish guilt complex but he couldn't. What he felt had nothing (okay, perhaps only a little bit) to do with guilt. Hermione had said that they were human beings, prats but still human, and Harry couldn't help but agree. Draco Malfoy, ferret-prat extrodinaire, was still just a kid.
"Hey," a soft voice said, startling the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry spun around, making the chair shriek as it dragged across tiled floor thanks to his sudden movement.
Hermione Granger, dressed in an oversized blue and white checkered man's shirt, stood in the doorway, looking at him in amusement.
"Oh, hey," Harry greeted, flushing slightly. Hermione gave a small smile and walked over to the table.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked, sitting in the chair next to him. Harry shook his head and offered Hermione his half-finished hot chocolate. She took it gratefully and sipped, gagging at the amount of sugar he'd put in it.
"Are you trying to kill me?" she demanded playfully, coughing and pushing away the offensive cup. Harry gave a lopsided grin and picked up his drink again.
They fell silent, listening to a nearby clock tick and chime as minutes passed by unnoticed.
"I should hate him... right?" Harry asked abruptly, getting a sideways look from Hermione.
"Malfoy?"
Harry sighed. "Yeah."
"Do you?"
"What?"
"Hate him."
Harry frowned and tightened his hold on his drink, soaking up the warmth it offered. "I don't know. I don't think I have the strength to hate anyone other than Voldemort right now. Everyone else just seems... insignificant." He paused. "'cept Snape. I still hate that prick."
"Language," Hermione scolded half-heartedly, sliding her chair over with a minimal amount of noise. She wrapped an arm around the slender waist of her best friend and rested her head on his shoulder. "I think," she whispered, "this war doesn't need any more unnecessary hatred in it. It only makes it worse."
Harry put down the mug of hot chocolate and wrapped both arms around Hermione, practically pulling her off of her chair. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent. She tensed slightly but relaxed after a moment, realising he needed something to hold onto for a while.
"Hermione?" Harry whispered into her shoulder.
"Hm?"
"I think I still hate him."
"Oh."
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Hermione was, loathe to admit it, one of the many that preferred to believe that Harry Potter, their savior, was perfect. She, who had seen him through his ups and his downs, through trolls, duels with the Dark Lord, and grieving for the dead.
She wanted-no needed-to believe he was more than he was. Something special, not just an average boy thrust into a world where he had to make do with the shit God gave him. Discovering that their Boy Wonder was subject to something as common as petty jealousy came as something as a shock to her system. She knew, of course, that he was human but hearing him claim to hate Malfoy made him youthful, almost childlike. It made her worry.
Could a child really kill a Dark Lord?
She didn't know if she really wanted to find out.
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Draco could remember one summer when Millicent convinced them all that it would be fun to go camping in the Malfoy family forest. It wasn't. Theodore, Draco and Daphne spent most of the trip cuddled up together in the back of the tent, jumping at any and every noise they heard. Millicent was in her element though, her love of nature making her bold. The second day, when Daphne was practically demanding they go back to the manor, Millicent convinced them all to go hiking. Draco hated hiking. He hated walking. He hated exercise. He hated nature. He hated animals and he really, really hated being outside.
Even if it was really inside and only a make-believe outside, Draco still hated it.
"That is it!" Severus spun on his heel and glared behind him at the invisible Draco, for once actually looking in the right direction. "Draco, just because I cannot see you, does not mean I cannot hear you! I suggest you shut your mouth before I hex you into next year."
Draco, who had been unconsciously muttering irritably under his breath, immediately fell silent. "No need to shout," he muttered, as close to an apology Severus could expect.
"Indeed," Severus sneered. "Might I suggest you actually assist me in looking for a way out, instead of complaining about 'Fugly looking trees that bear a faint resemblance to your Great-aunt Tessy'?"
Draco snorted under his breath, about to explain that the trees did look like his Great-aunt Tessy, but quickly closed his mouth at Severus' furious look.
Severus spun back around and stalked off in the opposite direction, away from the invisible blonde. The scraggly black robes the Potions Master wore billowed out dangerously, despite its holes and tears. Draco followed the older man, suitably silent and wondering how the man did it. Perhaps he had a fan hidden in his robes. That would make sense... sort of.
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Hermione stifled a yawn. "I think I'll go back to bed now," she said softly, startling Harry out of his thoughts. The black-haired teen glanced over at her and gave a weak smile.
"Okay. G'night."
Hermione hesitated as she left the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder. Harry's shoulders were slumped and he was staring into his drink pensively. It had been an hour sitting in silence, no words spoken beyond his confession of hatred and her attempt to sooth his battered soul. She couldn't stand the silence any longer; it was almost suffocating.
"Are you going to be okay?" Hermione asked, concerned as she turned back to the room. Her hand clenched on the doorjamb as she wrapped the other arm around her waist in a self-hug.
"Hmph?" Harry looked at her and gave what he thought was a reassuring grin, unaware it was wobbly and that he looked close to exhaustion. "Yeah, I'll be fine, Hermione. Go get some sleep. I'll just finish my drink and be on my way too." He motioned with his cup, unaware that it had been empty for over forty-five minutes.
"Harry?" Hermione said quietly, and their eyes locked. "It's going to be okay."
Harry visibly hesitated. "Yeah... yeah, it will."
Both of them knew he didn't believe it.
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Harry woke slowly the next morning. He'd stumbled back to his assigned bed after Hermione left the previous evening. Ron's snoring grated on his nerves even after he'd returned after his long break. He had finally cast a silencing charm around Ron's bed so he wouldn't be forced to hear it at all before he could actually sleep.
"Mate?" Ron's head poked out around the doorway. "You awake?"
"No," Harry murmured, eyes still closed and reluctant to leave the comfort of his sheets.
Ron snickered. "Okay then, mate. More of Mum's choc' chip pancakes for me then."
Harry's eyes snapped open and he jerked upright, practically drooling. Molly Weasley's chocolate chip pancakes where practically legendary and she only ever made them on special occasions or, if in a good mood, when Harry asked/pleaded.
Ron laughed as Harry scrambled from the bed, snatching up a shirt and a pair of trousers to go over his undergarments.
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The kitchen was loud and welcoming; full of people laughing and talking and, of course, eating their fill. Harry relaxed instantly upon entering. He smiled and walked further in, only to stop and gape. "Professor Lupin!"
Remus Lupin, who had been in a rather relaxed debate with Arthur Weasley, paused mid-sentence at the sound of his name and old teaching title. He gave a gentle smile towards the boy he thought of as a godson.
"Harry!" Remus stood and opened his arms. Harry, not thinking, hurried forward until he was enclosed in a tight embrace. He pressed his cheek to Remus' shoulder and allowed himself the creature comfort of human contact for a moment. "How are you?" Remus asked, pushing the boy away after a moment but keeping his hands firmly on his shoulders.
"I'm... okay," Harry said. "What about you? Isn't the full moon soon?"
"Yes. It's next week." The werewolf's face was tired and drawn and although his words were light, it was obvious he was worried.
"Have you found another, erm, supplier?" Harry asked quietly, nervously. Their previous supplier laid upstairs unconscious and unaware that the world was going on without him.
Remus winced and shook his head. "No... no, not yet."
Harry felt an unreasonable pang of guilt. It was silly, because Snape's problem was nothing to do with him.
"That's enough of that talk," Molly interrupted, wrapping one arm around Harry's shoulders. "Let's enjoy ourselves and eat."
They were ushered over to the table and Molly, not trusting them to do it themselves, began to fill plates for them. Harry grinned and sat between Hermione and Ron, oblivious to Ginny's agitation as she had saved a seat next to her just for him.
Remus sat back down next to Arthur and began their discussion again, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. He had heard Arthur's acount of what happened with Harry's wild magic but could not see how that could happen. Harry was a gentle boy; there was no way he could flare his magic so much it burnt through clothing and blistered skin. Arthur must have been exaggerating.
Harry took the completely full plate from Molly and grinned at her. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley!"
She flushed and gave him a loving smile. "You eat all that, Harry dear. You're so skinny." Tsking, she grabbed a serving spoon and poured some more berries over his chocolate chip pancakes and added an extra hash brown to the side. Harry shared an amused look with Ron, who was slowly filling out around the waist now that he wasn't gaining height anymore. Ron rolled his eyes at his mother behind her back as she turned away to fill more food on Remus' plate.
"Oh, just eat, Harry!" Hermione scolded through a smile. "You do need it."
"Yes, Mum," Harry teased under his breath and she flushed, giving him a very unamused look. Ron snorted around a mouthful of hash browns, some potato flying out his mouth as he spluttered with laughter. Harry chuckled and Hermione looked disgusted.
Harry, seeing an oncoming lecture, launched into discussing the latest Quidditch game with Ron, cutting off Hermione before she could even start. She huffed and, turning her back to them, began to talk with Tonks, who had come over with Remus.
By the end of the meal, Harry and Ron had discussed any and every Quiddich game since they'd been separated.
"Harry," Hermione said, touching Harry's arm lightly. Harry turned to her and looked confused.
"What is it, Hermione?"
"We need to get started on that... extra reading... remember?" Hermione said slowly, hoping he'd get the hint.
He didn't. "What? We don't have any-ophm!" He broke off as Hermione elbowed him, hard, in ribs.
"Yes we do," Hermione hissed. "Remember?"
Harry rubbed his side irritably and shot her a glare. He paused as it finally clicked. "Oh. Yeah, I remember. That extra reading."
Hermione wanted to slap her forehead but resisted, barely. "We should get started after breakfast," she suggested, nodding encouragingly.
"Yeah, sure. Great idea," Harry agreed, out of fear of getting elbowed again.
She brightened considerably. "Wonderful. Are you finished?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, snatching his almost empty plate away from him and sending it to the sink with a quick spell. He sighed and eyed the remaining chocolate chip pancakes. Hermione yanked him up, barely pausing to toss a 'thank you' over her shoulder at Mrs. Weasley. Harry grabbed a pancake, shoving it in his mouth quickly before grabbing Ron and tugging him along with them. Ron whined at being taken away from the source of food but followed, taking his plate with him.
"Fwank 'oo M'srus Veazee!" Harry called out around a mouthful of food. The adults laughed and watched the two reluctant boys get dragged away by a study-zealous girl.
The room continued on without the teens but as soon as the twins left for their store, taking Ginny with them, the conversation turned serious.
"When is Moody getting here?" Tonks asked, twirling a strand of vivid blue hair around a slender finger.
"He's already here," Molly admitted, motioning uncomfortably towards the back corner, which was shrouded in shadows. Thuds sounded as Moody seemingly appeared from nothingness, stepping out of the darkness. Many of the other kitchen occupants started in surprise and leapt to their feet.
"Constant vigilance!" Moody growled, glass eye scanning all of them twice-over.
"Alright, we need to get this started," Remus suggested quickly, "before the children come back."
"They're not actually children, you know," Bill pipped up, one arm wrapped around Fleur, his hand resting on her flat stomach. "They're all legally adults now."
"Legally," Molly stressed the word. "That doesn't mean they're really able to handle all of this."
"Harry will have to," Tonks said, her hair going black. "He's... you know... chosen."
"He's just a boy!" Molly protested.
"Enough!" Moody growled, glass eye piercing anyone who looked at him. "We are not here to discuss Potter's mental age!"
"He's right," Arthur said softly. "We need to make a desicion."
Everyone fell silent.
"Vhy do ve need to make a dezezion?" Fleur asked after a moment of silence. "'e iz not 'urting anvone. 'e iz not even concious!"
"He'll wake up sometime," Tonks snapped, her hair turning red and spiky. "Then we'll be in serious trouble. We need a plan now!"
"From what I've seen," Arthur said slowly, everyone's eyes snapping towards him. "I don't think they're in any position to go back to You-...I mean, Voldemort. Draco told me some of what happened and it was not good. I don't think he'd go back and he wouldn't let Severus go either."
"Just because they're not with him," Charlie pointed out, "doesn't mean they're not against us. I say we turn them in."
"Me too," Tonks said quickly. Moody nodded his agreement. Bill hesitated, looked at Fleur then shook his head.
"I say we hear them out. They could help," Bill admitted.
"Bill!" Tonks gaped. "You can't be serious! Look what he's done, that Malfoy brat. He scarred you for life, remember?"
Bill tensed. "I know, Nymphadora! I am the one who has to look in the mirror everyday and see this-this monster staring back."
Fleur gasped and placed a hand on his arm. "Bill! Mon amor, 'ou are not a monster! 'ou are still ze man I love. No scarz are goin' to change zhat!" She placed her lips over his and wrapped her arms around him.
Tonks looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean to... to.."
"It's okay," Bill said, over Fleur's shoulder as he clung to her almost desperately. "I know you didn't mean it like that."
"I agree with Bill," Arthur said, drawing their conversation back to their original subject. "We need to hear their story."
"We heard what we needed from Harry," Molly protested stiffly. "We don't need their lies."
"Dear, Harry only told us that Severus and Draco killed Dumbledore. He wouldn't tell us anything else. We need more than that," Arthur said gently.
"I agree," Remus whispered, shocking everyone. He stared at the tabletop. "We can get rid of them after we hear their story, if they are a threat to us."
Arthur winced as everyone else agreed. Am I the only one who dislikes the idea of throwing someone away after they've used up their usefulness? I thought we were the good side.
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Hermione sat on Harry's bed, Ron on his own and Harry lying on the floor, a pillow under his head, as they read page after page of their books. They'd been at it for three hours and the boys were only a quarter of the way through their books. Hermione had finished her first and had moved on to her 'extra' reading.
"What about this?" Ron perked up and proceeded to read out a section from his book, Soul Magic by Richard Rosemary. "In the year 700 BC, it was thought that the only way to remain as a ghost after death was to remove the soul, therefore rendering the body useless and thrusting the soul into limbo. The soul was removed by burning incense created from willow bark and ocean salt from the Caribbean Islands. Oh wait, never mind. It says here that it was later disputed that the willow bark in fact cancels out the salt. Oops." Ron flushed.
Hermione huffed. "Read all of the passage before you read it aloud, Ronald!" She went back to skimming her own tome.
"It sounded good, Ron," Harry attempted to soothe. "The ocean salt and willow bark might be worth looking into later."
"Yeah! True." Ron grinned. "Thanks, mate."
"No problem," Harry said, smiling. They both turned back to their books. It was quiet for a while before Hermione squealed. Ron and Harry glanced at her, confused.
"What is it?"
"Did you find something?"
"Yes!" Hermione squealed again. "What Ron said was true! The Caribbean ocean salt has amazing healing properties! It was used in ancient rites to do with the soul and the afterlife. It says here that its sodium level is so high that it can burn the magical residue around the soul and untie it from the body. This might be worth looking into!"
They grinned at each other and Harry scrambled onto the bed next to her, peering over her shoulder to read through the text with her.
"Check the index," Harry suggested. "See where else the salt is mentioned."
"Right," Hermione agreed and began to flick to the back of the book. They scanned the list and found the ocean salt under 'C' for the Caribbean. The only place listed was the same spot Hermione had found. They sighed.
"We'll just have to get more books," Hermione decided and the boys groaned, imagining the amount they'd have to read now.
"Oh, be quiet," Hermione scolded, frowning. "You two seem to think reading will kill you!"
"It will if I take this brick back to bed and fall asleep reading it. It'd crush me," Ron pointed out, poking the tome he called a brick. It was large and sported a hardcover and Harry had no doubt it probably would crush him. Hermione covered her giggle with a cough and sent them a disapproving look. "Oh, go back to reading," she said firmly and they did so, grinning.
Harry had missed his friends. Missed their arguing, their bickering, their laughter and the way Hermione insisted that books could solve the world's problems. He couldn't believe how they'd just accepted him back into their lives, after everything that had happened. Harry felt as if he wasn't good enough and yet they seemed not to care.
Harry stared at the pages of his book, not reading a single word. Don't they care that I couldn't even save Dumbledore from being killed only two meters away from me? How am I meant to save the world if I can barely save myself?
"Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione asked, ever the observant one. She peered over her book at him and raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, fine," he lied with a grin. "I'm just go to the bathroom before my eyes start to bleed from all this reading."
"Oh, it's not that bad," Hermione said in protest but waved him out of the room. Harry didn't question his luck and quickly scrambled out of the room, ignoring Ron's yell of 'deserter' behind him and Hermions subsequent lecture.
Harry didn't need the bathroom and settled for just walking up the stairs, as if he was going there, to sit on the floor in the second floor hallway.
"Harry?" a familiar voice asked and he glanced down the hallway. Ginny was slipping from Fleur and Bill's room quietly. "What are you doing?"
"Avoiding Hermione," Harry answered honestly. "You?"
"Avoiding Mum," Ginny said with a grin. "She's trying to get me to go shopping with her and Fleur for the wedding."
"Why don't you want to go?"
"Mum I can deal with, Phlegm I can't." Ginny sat on the floor next to him and smiled. Harry smiled back and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, amazed at how she fit under his arm. She was shorter than him but had grown into her gangly arms and legs fairly well.
"Why can't you just ignore Fleur?" he asked, stroking her arm, reveling at how soft her skin was.
"Easier said than done," Ginny snorted. "She's so... persistent and annoying and girly. She wants me to wear pink-pink-to the wedding."
"You'd look cute," Harry said awkwardly and Ginny huffed.
"I would not. It would clash so horribly with my hair I'd look like a pink carrot."
"Oh... err ...right. W-what color do you want, then?" Harry said, trying to keep the conversation going. Ginny fell silent as she thought.
"I don't know. Maybe a light blue or a -"
"ARTHUR!"
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Tonks sat on Remus' lap, pressing kisses to his flushed face.
"Tonks, stop. We shouldn't be doing this," Remus protested, trying to push her away. She pressed forward and ignored his words. She went to catch his lips with hers when the scream came.
"ARTHUR!"
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"Why are you always protecting them? They could hurt our sons, our little girl! They could kill us," Molly shrieked angrily, uncaring of the fact Charlie and Bill was still in the kitchen with her and her husband. Fleur was looking for Ginny so that the women could go shopping.
"They're harmless, if you'd just spend some time with them-" Arthur protested.
"WHY? Why should I spend time with murderers? They're the reason this war keeps going, the reason why more people die everyday! They don't deserve to be here," Molly said, furious now.
"They deserve what every human deserves, love! To live without fear. I'm trying to be the good person here. Why are you so hellbent against giving them a chance?! Draco is even related to you! I never thought you'd turn your back on family."
Molly's face went red, with anger or embarrassment, Arthur never found out, as another voice cut over her and screamed his name.
"ARTHUR!"
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Ginny bolted down the stairs at the sound of the scream but Harry did the opposite. He took the stairs two at a time as he raced upwards, towards the call. He reached the third floor quickly and stared in disbelief at the fragile looking figure of Draco Malfoy, standing in the doorway to his room.
"Pot...ter," Malfoy called, barely able to finish the name as his legs gave out and was sent tumbling to the floor. It was an automatic reflex, Harry told himself, to leap forward and catch the blond... right?
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Author's Note:
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I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so very sorry. I have had an absolute crap few weeks. My mum has been sick for a few months and recently she'd taken a turn for the worst. Everything's stable again now but it's been a bit rough. This chapter was partly written but I just couldn't find the will to finish it. It's done now, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry if it's a bit choppy but it was written in bits and pieces.
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Ali-chan et Vani-chan: Wow. I don't know how you do that! I take back what I said. You're the first xP Thanks so much for the review and don't worry, Sev/Draco will come!
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TearsOfTheForgotten: I loved that scene too. Draco and Sev are so funny when they interact as I always give them background history together xP . I'm glad you're able to picture Harry as a Self-Injurer. I've seen many people write stories when he cuts but most of them are almost unreasonable about it. I hope I can keep it very true and honest. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too!
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