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Draco POV
I can't believe I am hanging out with Harry Potter. Thank God my father can't see me now. He'd beat me senseless if he knew.
After a dead end conversation we just sat in silence. I really do love how peaceful it is up here. I look at Harry to see if he is enjoying the peace as much I am, but when I do I see Harry has gone as white as ghost. "Harry, you're as pale as well... me. What's wrong?" I ask slightly worried.
"Nothing. I was just thinking of the night me and Ginny broke up." He replies.
"Okay, so what happened?" I ask, sincerely wanting to know.
"I don't want to talk about it. It's too embarrassing. I haven't even told Ron and Hermione what happened." He confesses, trying to avoid my gaze.
I really want to know what happened, because despite our years of conflict I do care about the shaken up Gryffindor before me. Although I don't think I would ever admit that. I devise a way to get him to talk to me about it. "If I tell you something personal about me will you tell me what happened with the Weaslette?" Harry looks at me considering my proposal. He holds out his hand to accept and I shake it.
I look at my hands as I speak. "When my father was alive he used to beat me. If I cried, got a bad grade, lost a Quidditch match, pleaded to not receive the dark mark I would in return get a beating which would usually result in the torturing curse. I've never had a girlfriend and my only friend is Pansy, and now you." I take a deep breath as I finish, feeling an itch at my arm. I scratch my itch and look up at Harry.
He looks at me tears running down his face. "Fuck." He hisses. "I'm so sorry you went through all that."
"It's fine." I say. "You don't have to be sorry Potter. It's not like we choose our destiny."
Harry looks at me curiously with a question on his lips. "You really didn't want to take the dark mark?"
"No. I didn't want to be the Slytherin Prince either. If there's something wrong with someone in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw you all come along side one another to help. Slytherin's are only out for themselves." I tell beginning to choke on my words.
"Well a deal is a deal so here it goes." Harry begins, flashing me a weak smile. "Over the summer I set up this big dinner for me and Ginny. We planned to spend the night together for the first time, but..."
"But what?" I urge.
"You're going to laugh."
"A deals a deal." I throw back at him.
He takes a deep breath and then continues, "I couldn't preform... like sexually."
After hearing it I can't help but laugh.
"This is why I didn't want to tell anyone!" Harry huffs at me.
I end up needing a few minutes to stop laughing. "I'm sorry, but I can't really talk. At least you've had a girlfriend."
"Why haven't you?" He asks me.
I think about this. "I don't know. I guess I just haven't found the right girl, I guess."
"What about Pansy?"
"She's my best friend and too much like my sister." I admit.
"Fair enough." Harry gives me a sad look. "I'm sorry you had no choice with all the Dark Lord stuff. It sucks that you never really had someone there for you in the past. But now that we're friends if you ever need to talk or you need support of any kind, I'm here.
"Thanks. That really does mean a lot." I reply, happy to have a new friend in the Gryffindor.
Harry smiles at me again causing my stomach to tie in knots. Damn that smile. I smile back. "I'm glad we did this. It's great having someone other than Pansy to talk to." I admit.
"Yeah it is. And I am enjoying getting to know the new Draco."
Thankful, I find myself giving Harry a hug. I love how it feels in his arms something about it just makes me feel safe and cared for. A feeling I'm not used to. As I slowly pull away Harry asks me, "What was that for?"
Well this is a familiar scene. I think to myself before replying, "I don't know. Just a thank you I guess. For not ditching me or anything."
"I would never do that." Harry reassures me placing his hand on my lap.
My eyes follow his hand and then I look up into Harry's eyes again. I never noticed how emerald green his eyes are or how full of compassion they are. I guess the whole caring hero facade isn't a facade after all. I think, as I shift my gaze to the world below.
With his hand still on my lap, Harry tilts up my chin so I'm looking him in the eyes. He leans in and kisses me on the lips. Enjoying the new range of feelings going on inside me I kiss back. It's not long until I feel his tongue at the entrance of my lips. I open them allowing Harry's tongue access and letting out a small moan. Still kissing him, I put my arms around Harry's neck. I feel his arms making they're way around my waist until he abruptly pulls away and stands on his feet. Without a word he rushes off down the stairs, leaving me feeling abandoned, dirty and used.
Harry POV
I run down the astronomy tower stairwell. Tears rolling down my cheeks and embarrassment on my face. I have never been so thankful for my invisibility cloak. Otherwise I don't know how else I would've been able to hide my bulge. I figure it's best to head straight to bed. So as soon as I'm in the halls I head straight for my dorm room. When I enter my room, I am relieved to find Ron and Neville are still fast asleep. I throw off my cloak, put it in my trunk and climb in to bed without even changing into my bed clothes.
I can't believe I kissed Draco Malfoy. No. I can't believe I snogged Draco Malfoy, and I got hard while doing so. I'm not gay. Am I? I mean I suppose it would explain what happened between me and Ginny. But I'm the Golden Gryffindor Boy and what if Ron and Hermione find out? I know they're my friends and they probably wouldn't care. I'm lucky to have such great friends.
That's when I remember Malfoy doesn't. Why did I kiss him? He looked so broken and so beautiful all at the same time. I really feel bad now for ditching him like that. I bet he feels like absolute shit.
I do consider going back to apologise, but I figure he's already fled to his own room. I better just get some sleep. I'll talk to him tomorrow.
Draco POV
Did that actually happen? Did Harry Potter really kiss me? And I think I liked it. Huh? maybe that's why I've never had a girlfriend. The way he left. Did I do something wrong? Did I influence the kiss? Am I gay? Father would love that. I think sarcastically.
Feeling worse the more I think about it I pull the razor blade out of my wand pocket. I hid it in there as a 'just in case' I need it sort of thing. Right now I really need it. I roll up my right sleeve and take in the blank canvas. I bring the blade down to my wrist. The relief is instant. I make two more cuts. I like to watch as the blood oozes from them and runs down my arm. It's like I'm bleeding out all the darkness inside me. Feeling satisfied for now, I clean up the blood on my arm and roll down my sleeve.
On my way back to my dorm I run into Snape. "Draco, what are you doing out of bed?" He asks, sounding concerned.
"I... I.." My mind blanks.
"My office." He orders me suddenly angry.
Once inside his office I take a seat opposite him.
"How dare you? You insolent boy." He screams at me.
"I didn't do anything. I swear." I plea confused by his sudden outburst.
He walks over to me and forces up my left sleeve revealing a very messed up looking tattoo.
"How dare you disrespect an honour such as the Dark Lord's mark by mutilating it." Infuriated he strikes me across the face. "And I saw that little romance between you and Mr Harry Potter."
My fear is now over whelming. "I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to happen. He kissed m-" Before I get a chance finish I am hit again this time in the stomach. I bowl over in pain, letting myself fall off the chair.
"Get out of my sight, you little fag." Snape demands.
I painfully I stand to my feet and leave.
When I finally get to my room, I just crawl into bed. I owl Pansy telling her I'm too tired to talk tonight and that we will talk tomorrow.
How did Snape see us at the Astronomy Tower? Why was he so enraged at the cuts on the dark mark on my arm. He was so different about it earlier. I now have no doubt that he is behaving exactly like my father, down to the way he speaks to me.
Still sore from my beating and the emotional trauma of tonight. I just let myself cry as I drift off to sleep.
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