Chapter two! Will things get better for our little Draco? Or will he only get worse as Harry tries his hardest to help the blond? I can't tell you. That would ruin this chapter! This one is so fluffy! This MIGHT be the end... not really thinking about adding more to it. Draco gets more relaxed by the end of the chapter. C= So cute.
I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. ^^ I like her writing better anyways.
A few month passed without Draco going back to the knife or Potter. The numbness he felt was good enough, but as the weather heated up it was harder to become numb at night. He gave up trying after a while and gave complete control to the cuts he could make. That's how walked into lunch one day, scars done in amazing patterns, but completely covered. Pansy was clinging to his arm. He didn't seem to mind. He even seemed to welcome the clinging.
See, lately Draco was getting onto cloud nine in more than one way. Sure, cutting was his main way, but when it wasn't enough, he used other people. Pansy was easily his main toy to keep him on cloud nine.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Potter staring, and pull Pansy into a kiss. She wanted to pull him out of the room, so they could do more in private. He pushed her away when he realized that Potter had seen all he wanted to. Draco sat out to eat. He flirted shamelessly with everyone he could. If he had bothered watching Potter, he would've seen the pity that was on his face. But with Draco Malfoy, it didn't matter. Didn't matter if the knife was clean or had blood from the last cut. Didn't matter if the person he was with was a guy or girl. So long as they were good. He had stopped caring about nearly everything all together. Half the time, he didn't show up to class.
When he should have been at his potions class, he was off with some guy. No names were needed and it didn't matter what house he was from. The only thing Draco knew was that he wasn't from Gryffindor. Draco was in control of the situation. He guessed that the guy might be a Hufflepuff. The guy's brown hair was ruffled even before he let Draco use him like this. Draco slowly pushed him away and started walking away, fixing his clothes.
"What? Didn't you enjoy it?" The other snapped. Draco looked over his shoulder at the guy. He chuckled.
"Sure I did, but honestly you're boring." Draco's voice was lacking all emotions. He felt completely warm, and was tried of seeing the guy. His eyes were full of tears and it annoyed the Malfoy to no end. One of the Slytherin's in his potions class handed him some notes they took during the class. Draco rolled his eyes a little at the person's handwriting, but couldn't bring himself to complain about such a thing. Pansy clung to his arm again, pretending they were dating. Draco just wanted away from everyone. He dragged Pansy to his room and all but threw her onto his bed. He nearly ripped her clothes off her, but gently pulled off his own clothing. This was how he enjoyed it more. That guy wouldn't let him get anywhere near where he wanted to be. Pansy, though, was easy. Just let her know the intent and she's getting undressed before you count to five.
Draco skipped dinner. He could never drag himself to the table for dinner. No one worried. They all thought that he could take care of himself. Everyone did except the Potter who knew that Draco wasn't exactly sane. That night, Draco found him in The Shrieking Shack. He didn't really know why he was there, but it was away from everyone. He pulled off the jacket he was wearing because the nights were still a little cool. He stood where a cold breeze was coming in. I'm tired of all this. It's all repetitive and annoying. The way Potter looks at me! Honestly you would think that he would've said something to one of the teachers, being the goody-goody two shoes that that brat is! Draco was ripped from his thoughts by the sounds of someone coming into the room. He tensed up and nearly started yelling when he saw it was Potter himself. What stopped him from yelling was that Potter was holding two cups of hot coco. Potter handed him one of the cups, smiling. Draco held the cup, not wanting to take a sip. It could have been poisoned! Potter was drinking his, though. Draco stared at him.
"What? I came here to make sure you didn't die." Potter said, trying to sound relaxed even though the situation was tense. Draco mumbled a thanks because it was more than anyone else had done for him. Sure, Pansy opened her legs and let him use her over and over, but it wasn't the same as just sitting in silence, drinking coco, and just enjoying someone's presence. Draco even humbled himself enough to sit next to Potter. Potter rested his left hand on top of Draco's hand. When Potter squeezed Draco's hand a little, Draco felt like Potter was trying to keep him from disappearing. It made him smile a little. Someone actually wanted him around for more than his body. It was more than reason enough to try and live life.
After a few moments of silence and being done with their coco, Harry spoke up. "So, I guess I'll see you in classes from now on?" It was a request. He just wanted Draco to show up to class. It would be a little more time they could be in the same room, maybe even interact. Draco nodded and Potter put his jacket on Draco's shoulders before swiping Draco's jacket. Harry had a mischievous look on his face. "Just so you keep to your word." He decided to leave at that moment. Draco sat there, smiling like a fool, for a few more moments before actually putting on Harry's jacket and going back to his room.
Draco actually showered and tried to look nice the next day. He smiled at Harry who nodded his approval. Harry stood up and walked over to Draco. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and spun him around in a small circle, taking in every inch of Draco in that small spin. Draco's heart raced as he watched Harry. He wouldn't admit it, but he had fallen so in love.
"See you at lunch?" Harry said and got a small giggle out of the blond. It was rare for Draco to laugh, even when he was in a fantastic mood. Harry smiled and walked back to his table. People started whispering to Harry when he sat down. He kept his head held high. Draco went to his own table. He was asked things like "What was that?" and "Are you and Potter a thing?". He honestly couldn't give them a straight answer. He didn't know what that was and he didn't know if they were together. He was grinning, though. Granger and Weasley had to watch the exchange! That alone made Draco Malfoy smile. Potter's friends had to watch their friend talk to someone they hated. It wasn't even able to be passed as an argument.
Just before class, Potter found Draco and pulled him into a quick and gentle kiss. It was different from anything that Draco had ever felt. First off, it had no tongue. Another thing that made it different was that it wasn't full of lust. Harry blushed a little.
"Sorry if it wasn't any g-" Draco held up a hand and smiled. "It was amazing." He whispered. It was, too. Simple, quick, but full of every emotion that Harry was feeling. Harry let out a sigh of relief. Taking Potter's hand made Draco feel very important. Before they went to their seats, Potter gave Draco another quick kiss. Everyone seemed to gasp at the same time. Draco basically fell into his seat. Then, Granger slapped him. The sound seemed to echo around the room.
"How dare you kiss Harry! You filthy scum!" Draco smirked when she said those words. He leaned back in his seat.
"I kissed him, hum? Obviously you didn't see right. It was the other way around." How dare that Mudblood touch me! Over what? Their "Chosen One" falling for a guy? The Boy-Who-Lived having the hots for me? Get over it, Granger. Or look the other way when I snog the crap out of him. Both work for me. Obviously, Harry didn't expect anyone to react like that.
After class, Draco walked up to a very sad looking Potter. "Yo, Potter, I'm not going to slap you. You can look up." When he did, he was greeted by a gentle kiss from Draco himself. "Pay back." Draco explained, arms wrapped around Potter's neck. Potter smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.
"So, you're not mad at me for Hermione slapping you?" Potter asked with a look of complete innocence on his face. Draco rested his head on Potter's shoulder.
"No. I'm kind of mad at her." Draco was letting his guard down a little. He knew that he shouldn't, but it just felt so freaking right. Harry gently brushed their lips together. See, Draco? Everything Potter does in a relationship is on the innocent scale. You can let your guard down...just for a little bit. "Potter, we're gonna be late for class if we don't hurry." Said after several minutes of just holding each other. Slowly, arms returned to the sides of their owners. After a quick kiss, the Malfoy and Potter went their different ways.
