Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.
Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.
Chapter 9
Harry had his dog for the first period of class. He didn't have it anymore since it was Potions. Slughorn beamed at Draco. "Ah! Draco my boy! So good to see you! You've made quite the improvement, quite the improvement. I'm very proud of you!"
"Yes well, what can I say, I'm a natural." He shrugged. So Potter was trying to help him out in potions too. Too bad he was on a fast track to failure. He would show up to class, he would just fail to turn in assignments, and answer tests wrong. It would be too easy. He wondered also, how long it would take them to realize he was still taking his old classes.
It didn't take long. McGonagall arrived when Draco went to one of his old classes. He grabbed his ear and drug him out of the class and out into the hall. "If you don't want to be a Potions Master then you submit a form for the classes you DO want to take for the career you've taken an interest in. If there isn't any then you take the classes I've already assigned you. And IF you continue acting like a child in this manner, then I will treat you like a child and start taking your things away from you until you can learn to grow up. Starting with your cat. And then your money. And if it still doesn't get through to you then you will have detention every night and your detention will be your classes I've assigned you!" She dropped him off in Slughorn's class.
"You do that. You can't force me to take courses for a career I didn't choose!" He watched her walk away. Fine. She wanted him to take the new classes, he would. And he would flunk each and every one of them. He returned to Slughorn's class, his anger, and his scowl worse then normal. He hated it here, in this school. It wasn't a place of learning, it was a prison. No, prisoners had more freedoms.
And so it began as Harry had said, as it grew closer to Christmas. Everyone, teachers and students, began to bother Draco. Demanding to know what he wanted to do as a career. Especially since it was obvious he didn't want those classes. Every day, each person would ask him, 'What career are you interested in?' 'When are you going to turn in your career paper?'. Christmas break came around and McGonagall had Draco brought to her office. She looked at him sternly. She had taken his cat and his money. She hadn't given him the detention yet though.
"You never turned in a paper wishing to return home for Christmas Break. And I will not have you staying here. As it is you've royally angered just about every teacher here. So the decision has been made for you. Harry Potter is going to his new home, and it is in need of repair. You WILL help him fix it and you WILL be staying with him during the duration of the Break. And when you return to Hogwarts, you will turn in the new career paper as I said, or I will personally make sure that you pass all your Potion classes with honors. Even if I have to sit there and hold your hand during the whole process. This is not a negotiation. This is not up for debate. This is an order and I will bind you to Mr. Potter with a sticking spell if I must." Professor Flitwick entered and she nodded at him. "Now, Professor Flitwick will be following you to make sure you pack and leave with Mr. Potter." She dismissed him them. It was very clear that McGonagall was beyond pissed. Her vein was throbbing in her temple the entire time. Harry stood at the entry hall doors with his puppy, who was playing with his leash.
She took his cat, he was alright with that. She took his money, he was used to that too. He was going to the new classes, and he was failing them. And everyday the teachers would bug him about what he wanted to do. He almost considered writing a bogus paper, just to get them off his back.
Within a few minutes they were outside of Hogsmede, Harry grabbed a corner of Draco's robes, like he really didn't want to touch it, and apparated them to in front of his hidden house. Harry quickly let go of the sleeve and began walking forward to the spot in between the two houses. The area opened up, revealing his hidden house. Harry pulled out a key and unlocked the front door, then entered. Once Draco was inside, and the door was shut, a flying meowing body flew straight into Draco's chest. His cat was here.
Fine. He would go to Potter's, but he would not help him fix the dump. He had a paper to write. And a lie to create. And he had no idea where to begin. When he entered the house he was greeted by his cat, which he held tightly to his chest. "I'll be...somewhere if you need me..." He grumbled. He just needed time alone. And then he met the wicked woman in the tapestry. Screaming and yelling. And he told her to shut up. And she did, after she realized he was part of the Slytherin side of the Black family. He found an old dusty room, and took a seat among the boxes, petting his cat, listening to her purr and crying. He was tired of this. All of this. So he made a choice. He wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts.
Harry left him alone for about an hour and a half. Then he came into the room and set two bowls in front of him. One contained fish, the other was chicken noodle soup. As well as a can of soda, which he let drop onto the table with a thump. Following him the entire time was the puppy. Harry never spoke to Draco. In fact he hadn't spoken to him since after that morning when they woke up in their own bodies. He wasn't even looking at him. He went upstairs and he could be heard cleaning and moving things the entire time above him.
He ate about half the soup. He wasn't hungry. Though he did drink the soda. And when he could hear Harry cleaning, he slipped downstairs and got rid of the dishes, cleaning them and everything. So this was Harry's place? It was a dump. He looked out the front window, there was a park almost right across the street. And Olivia meowed, pawing at the door. So he grabbed Harry's key and slipped outside, Olivia's wings seeming to disappear into her back. He found a swing, and swung slowly, he was wearing a sweater, but he didn't feel the cold.
Harry didn't seem to notice Draco's disappearance. Or if he did he didn't seem to care. He wasn't there to watch Draco. In reality, the reason why McGonagall sent Draco to stay with Harry was because she was worried about Harry doing something stupid. He had grown quiet and distant from everyone. And when he had said he was going back to his big empty house alone...she had wanted someone to stay there with him. So even though Draco didn't know it, that was why he was there. Harry came outside a while after Draco, letting his puppy run through the park and chase Olivia playfully. Harry watched the puppy like a parent watches their child. His eyes never leaving him. But he didn't stay out long. The puppy was still young, too long in the snow could hurt him. "Sirius." Harry called finally, but his voice was raspy. Like someone who hadn't used it in a while.
Harry eventually joined Draco and Olivia. Ad the two animals played for a while, until Harry called him back. And Draco hardly recognized the voice that came from his mouth. "Good to know you're throwing it all away." He said, not looking at Harry. He should be spending time with his friends, instead he was being a child. But Draco was the one getting yelled at, because Minerva hated him.
Harry ignored him and walked with the puppy back into the house. When Draco finally came back in Harry was covered in dust and one of his hands was bandage. There also came the spicy smell of dinner being made. Which Harry was making by hand. Already the sounds of it sizzling filled the empty house. And once in a while Harry would toss a small piece of meat to Sirius. When Draco and Olivia entered, without looking, he threw a piece back at them for Olivia to catch.
Draco entered the house, with Olivia. The cat happily snatched up the piece of meat, but followed Draco into the living room. He glanced around, to make sure no one was watching, and downed a small dose of a sleeping potion. One he had made himself. And as her curled up on the couch, Olivia hopped onto his chest, curling up into a ball. As Draco fell asleep, not wanting to be a bother to Potter, his feline friend kept watch.
Draco was awoken the next morning to banging. Harry was working again. Draco had also been moved to a bedroom, and his dinner from last night was covered and next to his head. Harry worked nearly all day. This went on for about two days. Harry would stop to make meals but then would go right back to working. Until the day it happened. The hammering was a normal sound now, and then came the sound of splitting wood and a very loud high pitch puppy screech. Then a thump of someone hitting the floor. Followed by silence. When Draco came to check Harry was on his knees, whispering and sniffling at the whimpering puppy that he held in his arms.
Blood dripped down the front of Harry's shirt. He rocked the puppy gently. "It's okay. It's okay. You'll be alright." He had his face buried in Sirius's stomach, and then he stood slowly. He grabbed a clean rag and pressed it tight against Sirius's leg. Sirius screeched again and struggled to get away.
Banging was the norm. Draco and Harry lived in the same house, but they never spoke. It was like Draco wasn't even there. He did his own dishes, cleaned up after himself. It was almost relaxing listening to the banging, until the screech happened. It wasn't Potter though. He hurried up the stairs, and saw blood. It wasn't Potter's, it was Sirius's. As Potter pressed the rag against the leg, Draco moved in to try and calm him, stroking Sirius's head, scratching behind his ears. He didn't know what else to do.
Harry drew back. "Don't. Compassion is something you show friends." He snapped at him. "You made it clear that friends are for weaklings." He moved past him, hurrying out the door and down the steps.
"I wasn't showing compassion to you. If was for the bloody dog!" Draco grabbed Olivia and they followed after Harry. He was not about to take the blame for Harry being a git.
Harry ignored him and pulled on a coat. He wrapped a towel around Sirius and stepped outside. He began to walk. It took fifteen minutes but Harry found a vet and they took the dog, rushing him to the back. Harry took a seat in the waiting room. He sat there, staring ahead. In front of his eyes he was seeing the puppy dying. Along with the human Sirius...then Hedwig...Dobby...Snape...Dumbledore...everyone he cared for was dying around him. Draco was right. It was better to not have friends.
And Draco followed Harry, watching Harry in the waiting room. "Harry...I know you hate me...and it really is about time, but he's going to be alright..." He was trying this nice thing out again. He sounded weird, coming from him.
Harry glared at him. "Stop it!" He snapped at him. "I'm giving you what you wanted! So stop talking to me!" He growled and looked away, trying to ignore his tears.
"You're giving me what I want, and I'm giving you what you need. Look Potter, do you ever remember me with a friend?" He paused and looked away. "Whenever I think of you, you have Hermione and Ron, Neville and Luna, I could go on. Stop trying to be me, and be you." Apparently he wasn't about to simply shut up.
Harry glared at him. Then the vet came and told him they were keeping Sirius overnight. As Harry and Draco began the walk back Harry was still glaring at him. "Oh yes, I have them. So they can join all the others I've lost! My parents, Hedwig, Dobby, Sirius, Snape, Lupin, Fred, Tonks, Dumbledore...I can continue going on and on!" He snapped. "And look! I kept one friend, a bloody puppy! And now it's dying too! So instead of you acting like you've suddenly grown a conscience, why don't you leave me alone!"
At least Harry was talking, it was a start. "Hermione and Ron are very much alive too. And you're damn dog is going to be alright, but maybe next time you need to be more careful." He sighed. "I might be against the friendship thing, but I know the value of talking to someone..."
Harry drew up beside him, giving him a sneer. "Perhaps I've finally found what it is you despise about them so much." He said. He pulled into a slightly quicker walk, so he was just ahead of him now. He went into the house, showered and changed, and went back to work. Right now moping up the blood from Sirius. He had bought during the summer a muggle cd player, so now it was playing music for him.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know You were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be
Draco gave Harry one song's worth of space, before going into the room and shutting on the muggle...thing. "They're not so bad though, once you get past Granger being a Mudblood and Weasley being completely useless..." He smirked slightly, leaning against the doorway. "And that sneer...doesn't suit you at all."
Harry stopped and leaned against the mop. "So now that you finally have what you wanted, I'm leaving you alone, you can't stand it?" He couldn't seem to wipe the sneer off his face. "You're not worth it Malfoy. I'm tired of trying to talk to you when you can't give even an ounce of strength back. Go. Away." He turned back, putting the mop aside and picking up his hammer. The room was cold, though that could be because of the big hole in the ceiling where Harry was trying to patch it up.
"I am going away, after this break, until then you're stuck with me." He shrugged and turned from the room, leaving Harry to pout. He was fairly sure he knew where he would be going too, after the holidays.
"Ahhhhh! Showing you're true weak colors!" Harry called after him. He slammed his hammer into the wood, working again.
"Yup, whatever you want to believe."
To the readers: Hehe! Well...you all wanted them to talk again...you never said what you wanted them to talk about...Hehe! =^-^=