A/n: [Pierced!Harry/PastelHair!Draco/Dom!Draco]
Warnings: Depression, drinking, fighting and blood. Please be advised. Rated: M
A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter or the likes, but if I did Draco would say, "Merlin!" like I say, "Jesus!"
"Do you believe you're missing out, that everything good is happening somewhere else? With nobody in your bed the nights hard to get through.." - Jesus Christ, Brand New
When Draco ran into Harry it was quite literally. He nearly plowed the man over as he rounded the corner into the commons, Harry was just coming out the door and Draco was running in. Harry caught him by the arms, the two chest to chest, "Draco, are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" The Slytherin demanded from him stepping back with a jerk, "I was checking on you Potter!"
"Checking on me?" Harry blinked, "why?"
"You went running out of DA I just..." Draco sneered, and brushed his jacket down, "I just need to get my books for the second half of the day," Draco stepped around him and started on.
"I didn't drink," Harry called to his back, but Draco didn't stop or glance back he just headed up the stairs.
After lunch the two of them didn't have any more classes, and Draco didn't bother sitting next to them at lunch. Pansy and Blaise had joined Harry and Corp., while Draco sat by himself at the Slytherin table. No one talked about it, but Harry didn't eat and instead stared at him across the hall the whole meal and during his last few classes he didn't pay too much attention and spent most of the classes reading his Potion's book while ignoring Hermione as she scolded him.
He didn't care.
Draco didn't want to talk to him, he was a mess, his thoughts were growing and the only thing keeping his mind from completely slipping over to the dark side was his Potion's book and the throbbing that had started in his head after lunch when Pomfrey had changed his bandage and checked the stitches. He refused the medicine she offered because if his head hurting he wouldn't hear the voices. He just wanted to get out of class, he wanted to escape to the astronomy tower and get snockered. That was it. Finally when he was exiting his last class Draco was leaning against the wall opposite of the class door.
This was different, Harry thought as he looked at the other. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to go towards him or keep walking, he wasn't sure what to do at all, Draco's eyes were dark as they followed Harry. His hands were in the pockets of his dark jeans, and his multicolor hair was falling over the right side of his face just barely brushed out of his eye. Harry started walking away, stopped and turned back towards Draco. Draco lifted his brow, and cleared his throat while Harry stared at him, "are you here for me, Malfoy?"
"Well, Merlin, I hope so," Draco answered him before turning a sneer to a few other people as they passed staring at him.
"What uh, what's up?"
"I was under the impression you had the desire to talk?" Draco pulled his hand out of his pocket, and reached out towards Harry a finger trailing his cheek, "and that set in your jaw lets me know you're a bit upset..."
Harry blushed and tilted his head away, "it's fine, I'm fine."
"Alright then, let's go," Draco dropped his hand and started towards the left.
"Where are we going?"
"To talk," Draco answered, "unless you don't want to?"
"I... No, I do." Harry nodded, "I wasn't expecting this is all."
"Have other plans?" Draco smirked already leading the way, "c'mon Potter we haven't all day."
Harry hurried to catch up and followed Draco through the school, they walked in silence up the stairs of the Astronomy tower and when Draco pushed the door open the two stepped through letting it shut behind them, Harry stared in shock at the sight before him. There was a table, a small circular table and on top was two mugs, and a few plates presented with tea snacks. "I wasn't sure what you liked to have with your tea, so I got a few options," Draco was saying as he stood behind a chair, pulling it out for Harry, "I noticed you didn't eat at lunch."
Harry dropped his book bag and took the seat, "thank you Malfoy." Draco took his seat after Harry sat down and reached out quietly, to make their cups of tea. Harry sat nervously in the chair while pulling his leather jacket off, "oh, thanks!" He wrapped his hands around the mug of tea Draco offered him.
"Merlin Potter, calm down," Draco chuckled, "it's just me."
"That's the thing," Harry whispered, taking a sip of his cuppa.
Draco smiled, and sat back stirring milk in, "alright Potter, what was it we wanted to talk about?"
Harry shrugged, "I.. I wanted to talk about us, uh.. y'know you mentioned last night that I have you now. What's it mean?"
"How about this," Draco took a drink from his mug before leaning forward slightly a thin finger picking at a cucumber sandwich, "what is it you need, Potter?" Harry huffed in annoyance that Draco was ignoring his question, "keep your socks on Potter." He pulled the sandwich forward, "I wanted to recap was all, you see two nights ago I run into you and you said you needed me - a kiss, and we kissed and then yesterday you wouldn't talk to anyone but me.. Harry we've been enemies for years and we come back this year to this place and you're on the verge of a break down and you want me? I'm just trying to figure out what exactly it is you want, Potter."
He called me Harry. "Why do you care what I want, Malfoy?"
"You're the one that wants me." Draco rolled his eyes, "last time I checked I'm the other half a 'me and you'."
Harry was biting his lip flicking his lip ring with his tongue as he stared down at the tea mug, me and you. Me and you. Me and you. "This," he finally answered without meeting Draco's eyes, "all the time."
"Tea and cucumber sandwiches?"
"No," he chuckled, "I just mean us, like this. That's all I need."
"It's weird you say that to me because this afternoon I went looking for you and you brushed me aside." He lifted a shoulder, "I worried myself to no end in that classroom, and when I find you it's like you didn't care. Do you want me when you're sober?"
"I think more," Harry whispered still staring down.
"You didn't eat lunch," Draco decided on saying, "eat something."
Harry reached forward and grabbed a tea cake, "You're so bossy. And, why do you worry about that so much?"
"Do you look in a mirror?"
"What?"
"A mirror, Potter? Do you ever look at yourself?" Harry shrugged, he hadn't looked at himself extensively in a long time but he didn't want to say that so he took a bite, "either way, you've lost a terrible amount of weight, I noticed it a lot last night when you were getting in the shower. Your hip bones, your ribs show through, your cheeks are sunken. You look fragile."
"O-oh."
"I grew up in a house that didn't let me eat unless I did what was required," Draco spoke over his tea mug, "there were nights I went hungry, there were times I starved until I finally cracked and did what was asked and it was never a simple thing."
"Like what?" Harry interrupted him, wanting to know more.
"A conversation for another time," Draco gave a forced smile, "my point is, I know what it feels like Potter, so I'm not going to let you put yourself through that."
Harry could understand that sentiment, his life was full of that thought, "I was scared you were mad at me. That you didn't want to talk to me anymore since I was rather stand-offish this afternoon. It made me scared, it made me want to drown myself."
"I needed a moment to gather myself," Draco answered honestly, "I wanted to make sure you were okay, and I felt you didn't want me to know you were. You ran away and I didn't know what you were thinking. I don't know if you realize this, or not, Potter - I am far from close to people, and those I am close to I don't let myself get too close. I shouldn't be diving into you but I am, I shouldn't care so much but I do. There is just something about you Potter." Harry smiled, a real smile, before taking a sip of his tea and sitting back eating the cake. The Slytherin was quiet, and watching him with restless eyes. It was making Harry nervous and he was doing his best to avoid the glances from the other, "Potter, are you okay?"
"You're absolutely nerve-wrecking to sit next to Malfoy!" Harry breathed out finally giving a quiet sigh, "you stare at me so much it makes me nervous!"
Draco laughed, a wide smile spreading across lips, "alright." He stood up carrying his tea with him over to the railing, "I won't stare at you, Potter." He stared out over the grounds instead, his eyes taking in his surroundings watching a few students running through the open area, playing tag or perhaps chasing another with a fight, when he saw Blaise with Hermione. "Is that Blaise!" He gasped suddenly his hand shooting out in front of him, before looking around for Harry.
"Where?" Harry asked once he joined him and looked to see Blaise walking with Hermione towards Hagrid's Hut.
"He's going to that hut?" Draco asked, his voice thick with disgust.
"We're friends with Hagrid, Malfoy," Harry smiled, "it looks like Hermione is trying to convert him."
"That hut is terribly dirty," Draco sneered shaking his head, "have you've been upset at your friends?"
"What do you mean?"
"It feels like you'd rather avoid them then be with them?"
"No, not really it's just... they bounced back so quick," Harry shrugged, "they had each other all summer to lean on. And they were able to bounce back - I always felt like I was in the way lately, when we went out or they came over it's like them and then ohhh there is Harry." He smiled leaning against the railing letting the wind hit his face, "and they still see me as Harry Potter - even after all these years. Sometimes they're no different then our classmates."
"Do they really?"
"Oh yeah," he watched from the corner of his eyes, Draco was staring at him again. "When things happen to me, they look at me like it shouldn't be bothering me. They expected me to be okay - Hermione asked a few weeks ago, 'you're not feeling okay? It still bothers you?' like, after all these years I shouldn't be bothered by things because of who I am. Pansy and Blaise are different - they don't care who I am it's nice but Ron and Hermione...?"
"They forget you're human," Draco chimed in, "I noticed it last night, the way they were completely just... mortified."
"Mortified." Harry gave a sad smile leaning further against the railing and leaning out towards the wind, Draco reached out towards him taking a step closer before sliding his hand along Harry's arm and across his shoulder. He wasn't doing it to reassure the other he was doing it keep a hand on him because if there was one thing that was driving his absolutely crazy it was watching the other carelessly lean out, "promise me I'll always be just Harry with you?"
"That's what you need?" Draco grinned, "that's what you got."
Harry turned around to face him, his lip ring falling from the hold his teeth had on it, "you uh.. I just need you."
"You're trash at being any type of appealing y'know?"
"Oh, I'm aware," Harry chuckled, "but you're quite good at it, you set up a tea date Malfoy!"
"A date, hm?" Draco looked back at the table, then at Harry, "I suppose it is. This was not the way I imagined a first date going - ever."
"Thought about our first date before?"
"Our first date?" Draco scoffed, stepping back, "I wouldn't have ever thought about anything like that."
"I can tell this is hardly romantic and set up..."
The blonde laughed quietly, "it might have crossed my mind a few times, I had imagined it going much differently. Like I would take you to a quidditch game or a show and afterwards I would take you out for dinner and drinks, or we would go dancing or for a long walk and eat street food in Spain. Something simple."
"Spain? Simple?"
Draco shrugged, "I'm a romantic, Potter."
"Malfoy, can I have a kiss?"
Draco looked over, seeing Harry's hand stretched towards him. He grabbed the tanned hand and pulled him in, his other hand pushing through Harry's hair carefully and delicately, pulling him closer. He let out a soft breath against Harry's lip and then he pressed his lips against them with a slow kiss.
Harry wasn't near as soft as Draco, the moment Draco kissed him his free hand grabbed him by the hips roughly and pushed himself against the Slytherin. Draco blinked his eyes open not expecting that, seeing Harry's eyes closed and his face relaxed, he nipped his bottom lip and tugged on Harry's hair before pulling back. Harry whimpered and followed him not quite done with the kissing his hand holding tight to Draco. Who gave him another quick kiss and held him back by his neck this time.
"M-more," Harry whimpered out, his eyes still shut.
Draco stroked his cheek, "you are a mess Harry Potter."
"That's not more."
Draco smiled to himself and ran his thumb along Harry's bottom lip giving his lip ring a small tug, Harry gasped out quietly the hand on Draco's hip squeezing slightly, "we have a long time for more," Draco whispered to the other, "but not near as long for study group."
"Oh, fuck 'em," Harry answered, finally opening his eyes with a deep frown.
Draco didn't hide his smile this time, and untangled himself from Harry, "I don't know if you realize how absolutely stunning it is when you act like that."
"I've never been more myself then when I'm with you."
"Never change," Draco answered and bent grabbing Harry's bag, "we're running late, Pansy will complain."
"What're you doing?" Pansy's voice slid through the dark common room to Harry who was sitting by the fire place.
Harry peeked over, "I couldn't sleep," he admitted and flicked his tongue along his lip ring before taking a drink from the flask in his hand.
Pastel hair. Gray eyes. Whisky.
"Are you supposed to be drinking?"
"Are you my mother?" Harry answered in a rushed, heated voice before turning away, "sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean it."
"It's okay," she slipped around the couch and slid in taking a seat next to him, "I get it." She shrugged before leaning back, "I haven't slept a full night in a long time."
"Really?" Harry reached out and handed her the flask, which she took with a small smile taking a sip, "why not?"
"Nightmares," she answered, passing it back to him, "they don't get it - I mean, Blaise and Dray do but the other people I thought were my friends just don't. I can't sleep so I do other things - lucky for the teachers this is my first year I've been this ahead in classes."
Harry chuckled, "I know what you mean, I can't brew a potion but I can recite practically anything about them."
"Dray still asleep?"
"I don't know, I mean presumably," Harry chuckled, "he would have a fit knowing I was drinking."
"I imagine," Pansy let out a small sigh, "it's strange seeing him like this."
"With me?"
"No, in general," she waved her hand, "you're not special, you're just the guy that caught his attention I guess. I've never seen him like this. The way he looks at you, talks about you... You should see his eyes shine."
Harry flushed and took a quick drink, "really?"
"What is with you two?" She looked over, "friends, more, barely anything?"
"I have no idea," Harry shrugged and he didn't have an idea. Because even though it had only been a few days since their tea date, and now the start of the weekend, Harry couldn't figure it out. It was like working through a puzzle he didn't know how to do. Draco was still there, always present, but the two barely talked and that last kiss with the promise of more. Long time for more, it all fell flat it seemed. Draco didn't let Harry and him be alone, they were always with the group and on the few chances Harry was able to sneak away in hopes Draco would come for him the Slytherin always sent someone else. "I thought we left the tower with an understanding that we were a thing of some sorts but it doesn't seem like that."
"Yeah I noticed," she chuckled, "have you tried talking to him?"
"Talking to Draco?"
"Right..." Pansy sighed, "be bold, Harry!" She clapped suddenly, startling Harry to look at her, "I got an idea, but you're gonna have to be brave Gryffindor."
Harry laughed shaking his head, "depends - what's the plan?"
"Well, the way I see it.. you two haven't necessarily been friends your whole life. Perhaps it would do you good to show him you want to be friends and more, right?"
"Are you talking about like a... grand gesture?"
"I am," she grinned widely, "I'm saying you get in there, sweep the guy off his feet and make him fall for you so hard he can't even think about not addressing any of it."
"Draco is so controlling I'm not sure that's the way to go." Harry sighed and took another sip, before passing it to Pansy.
She took a small drink, "he is pretty controlling are you okay with that Harry?"
"With what?"
"Y'know..." She raised her eyebrows and took another drink before passing him the flask, "do you know anything about your sexuality?"
"Well, uh," Harry flushed, jerking the flask from Pansy with a scowl, "what do you mean?"
"Someone has to top, Potter," she shook her head, "and that means the other has to bottom, and Draco Malfoy isn't a bottom."
Harry blinked and looked down at his legs, "you mean Draco will always.. You mean, well, y'know, like Draco and I would always do the same thing?"
Pansy rolled her eyes and pulled her legs up against her chest, "I highly doubt Draco is completely vanilla... I know some of the guys he's slept with, before, y'know?"
"Yeah?" Harry leaned forward sitting the flask down on the table, he wasn't even tipsy yet, "what do they say about him?"
"Well," Pansy eyed him carefully, "you sure you want to hear about other guys he was with?"
"It's in the past."
"They mostly just say they couldn't keep up."
Harry blinked, "are we talking stamina wise or with the uh... stuff he does?" He was flushed, he hadn't stopped blushing since Pansy said sexuality. You're such a bloody child, he thought at himself before trying to push the negative thoughts away when she started talking again.
"I think the stuff he does. I just mean I highly doubt you two will always do the same thing, but Harry you will be the one that always takes it up the ass."
"Ohhh..." Harry looked her over, tilting his head, "what are you?"
"Sexually? I am so submissive you wouldn't recognize me." She laughed and lifted a shoulder, "and Harry Potter your friend Neville is quite the guy." Harry laughed and shook his head, "you'd have to be a me, Potter, are you okay with that?"
"Giving into Draco Malfoy?" Harry smiled, "I've been doing that for years, I don't see that changing any time soon."
Pastel hair. Gray eyes. Draco Malfoy. Mine.
Draco woke and out of habit glanced over across to the bed next to him, jumping up upon finding it completely empty and looking not so slept in. He looked around the room with a quick sweep of his eyes it was mostly empty save a few Hufflepuffs huddled on a bed listening to the radio on quiet and talking, and a Ravenclaw laying on his bed with a 6th year girl. Draco grabbed his robe jerking it on and his clothing hurrying to the bathroom. He hadn't meant to sleep that much, but he was exhausted a whole week of following the emotionally unstable Harry Potter was tiresome to him. He was more than ready for more sleep but from the looks of the sun and the almost empty dorms he was sure it was headed into the afternoon.
After a quick shower he used his wand to dry his hair, brushing it back before pulling on his sweater top and jeans. He didn't bother putting his clothing in the proper area and threw them on his bed before grabbing a pair of wool socks out of his trunk and practically running out of the dorms as he put them on. He had to admit he was happy to see everyone in the commons. Harry was laying across the couch, taking up the whole space while flipping through what looked like a handwritten book. Hermione and Ron were sharing a seat, while he played chess with Neville who Pansy was leaning on as she read and Blaise was flirting shamelessly with a few girls that were sitting next to him - they looked younger, probably 6th years.
Draco pushed his hand through his hair as he walked over to them all, taking one cool and calm glance quickly, "sleep good, Draco?" Blaise asked when he approached almost brushing the girls by the wayside.
"Well," Draco answered, trying to ignore Harry's eyes the moment they were on him. Harry pushed up immediately, his unruly mess of hair was ever present and he took his legs off the arm of the chair kicking them over the side for Draco to sit. The girls had turned around to face the blonde one letting out a quite giggle and sharing a look with her friend, Draco took his seat and shot an arched brow towards Blaise who was already smiling back at them.
"This is my best friend, Draco Malfoy," Blaise introduced him to them.
Harry looked between Draco and Blaise, Blaise was smiling and Draco was staring with a sneer that passed to the girls the moment they turned two wide smiles at him. Draco was not in the mood for Blaise's games. Why was his bed not slept in? Why is he wearing the same clothing as yesterday? And why the hell is that damn flask sitting out on the table? He focused back in when he heard his name, "Draco, Draco," Blaise gathered his attention, "this is Minnie and Grace, they're 6th years in Hufflepuff."
Draco's scowl followed his eye roll and not another word, that was until one of them spoke up. "H-hi Draco. I like your hair."
"Me too," he answered, crossing one leg over the other. He was growing uneasy as he felt Harry watching him closely.
"We were going to go to Hogsmeade, want to join us?"
Draco didn't even bother listening to her question before glancing down at his wristwatch to see it was almost noon, "Dray?"
"Hm?"
"We're going to Hogsmeade for lunch, you gonna go with us?"
"Who is going?"
"Minnie, Grace and I," Blaise answered like it was obvious and the one with dirty blonde hair leaned forward and slid her hand along his shoulder.
"It'd be better than sitting in here."
Draco looked her over, his sneer back in place in record time the moment she touched him, "do you have your permission slips signed?"
Blaise's smile fell instantly, and Pansy looked up from her relaxed pose over to Draco. Harry sat back quietly, not sure what to say as he watched, "I.. we're old enough."
"Is that before or after the holiday?" He continued staring back unfazed as he talked.
"Draco?" Pansy asked leaning forward.
"C'mon Draco, lose the attitude," Blaise rolled his eyes.
"I can only assume she'd act so rude because she's so young. Doesn't know any better."
"Rude?" She gasped out, her voice raising slightly.
"Mmm," Draco tilted his head, fixing her with a glare, "come into my common room, insult my friends and touch me." He brushed his shoulder off, "and then acting completely shocked by the response? You're the one that came onto me, as if you don't know who I am."
"A simple no would have worked," Blaise sighed and stood throwing a smile around before he took the two girls out the door, they weren't gone too long before the group was interrupted again.
"Malfoy!" Nott yelled from the entrance, Goyle close behind, the two came marching towards Draco who had just glanced over when one of them pressed their hand to his shoulder.
"Goyle," Pansy warned with an annoyed look on her face, leaning back against Neville, "you two are honestly children, leave him alone."
"Get your hands off of me," Draco smacked the darker toned hand.
"What are you going to do about it?" Goyle gave him a small push and Draco tensed, looking him over.
Harry and Ron shared a look, this caught Pansy's attention and she saw Goyle pushing Draco with a raised brow. "Boys, c'mon, honestly..." She started and sat back up putting her book down this time, "what is going on?"
"Where is my girl?" Nott spoke up glancing at Pansy before back to Draco, "someone said she was with you."
"Me?" Draco blinked, "I didn't do anything!" I'm pretty sure you know my type...
"You did what you always do, didn't you?" Draco arched a brow and turned away, trying to ignore the hand on his shoulder but they weren't stopping, "Tell me!" He snapped and the few around them fell quiet, the rest of the small group looking up in shock.
Draco was growing heated. No one told him what to do, ever, and no one embarrassed him and expected to get away with it. He was getting pissed, "Theodore, stop."
Nott started backing up, he saw the switch in Draco's eyes and gave Goyle a nudge, "let's go."
"What are you going to do about it?" Goyle asked with a smirk, clearly having a different idea, "pussy."
Pansy gasped and got to her feet quickly, but that wasn't fast enough for them. Draco was on his feet and shoving the other away already, "shut up."
"Always the same shit, Malfoy!" Goyle roared taking a step forward and shoving him back, "always have something to say to everyone else but no one can say anything to you. You're such a bloody pussy."
"Shut up!" Draco growled his face and body shading in anger, "I don't know where your 'girl' is, check your hand?" It wasn't his best material, no, but he had just woke up after all.
"If it's not one thing, it's another," Nott ignored his words , speaking from behind Goyle, his hands in fist. Pansy was easing between the two putting her hands to their chest and giving them both a push away from one another, "you're such a twat, Malfoy!" Draco blinked not even able to fully register those words when he heard Pansy yelp in pain before letting out a loud, 'ow!' which was followed by a fist slamming into his face. He stumbled backwards into the couch, practically falling over it and maybe he would have if Harry hadn't caught him. But Harry had, he was on his feet with his hands grabbing Draco up pulling him back against his chest and turning him around.
Harry felt the second punch in his shoulder, and turned around with narrowed eyes, helping Pansy up off the ground before turning his attention to Goyle and Nott, "get out of here, Malfoy didn't do shit with your girlfriends."
Goyle jerked a finger towards Harry, "two Hufflepuff girls?"
"Wrong guy," Harry growled, and watched as Goyle balled up his fist again. His whole attitude changed within an instant, "if you swing that fist at me, Goyle, I'll break it."
Harry's voice was quiet no one could hear it but Pansy, Goyle and Nott. She was giving his chest a small push, "c'mon Harry leave 'em alone."
But Goyle had other plans, and his arm came up quick. Harry gave her push away just as the fist came into his eyesight and Harry caught it. With a jerk and twist he heard the wrist breaking, Goyle following up with a cry of pain. Harry pushed him back, having barely enough time to see Nott flying towards him and not even close to enough time to block his punch.
He hit him in the glasses, they snapped and broke the frames falling from his face in two before Nott was on top of him. His fist and hands beating into Harry's face. Harry laid there a moment taking in the punches two him him in the face and he felt the self inflicted scar breaking open again, a few hits in his chest from when he knocked him over and as Nott's fist came flying at him again Harry gave a buck of his hips and in a matter of seconds he had Nott on his back and a fist to his face. Again, again, again, again, again, and again.
His mind was somewhere else, Harry wasn't even mad at Nott for punching him. He asked for it, after all. He was mad Draco got punched but he took care of Goyle with the broken wrist. This was something else, and he knew that but he couldn't stop. It was like Nott was representing everything he couldn't fix, it was like Nott was representing his past, his fist hitting him hard and fast.
Freak. Freak. Freak. Kill the spare... Don't you want to know why you're connected? The answers are right there. Give me Harry Potter. Kill the spare.
Each blow making a cracking sound as he pounded into his face. He couldn't hear nor see the commotion around him until he felt two arms around his arms and more than that they pulled him off and twirled him away.
Harry went limp, blinking a few times to focus in. He could hear it all now, screaming and lots of it. Yelling. Words were being yelled but they weren't clear. Nott was yelling a lot of slurs which Harry had apparently been answering not only with his fist but with his voice, and Nott had put up more of a fight than he had thought - he could tell from the blood dripping down face and the ache his whole body was feeling.
"I'll fucking kill you!" Nott yelled, he was struggling against someone to get at Harry and the Gryffindor blinked at the words coming to a flashback easing into his mind: you're dead Potter!
Harry could only make out blurriness without his glasses, he could barely see the flailing arms, "haven't heard that before." Harry answered his yell with one of his own, he wasn't fighting against the arms of whoever was holding him back. He could see people trying to get Nott back, and he felt his glasses being shoved on his face reaching up to push them in place he saw Neville was the one holding him back and he did his best to stay as still as he could - he didn't want to hurt Neville, after all.
"You're dead Potter!" You're dead Potter! Harry had heard it before but he couldn't place who had said it, Goyle screamed it at him as he and Nott were pushed back by some bystanders, the two getting brushed away while Neville sat Harry on the couch.
"The fuck Harry?" Ron asked leaning over him as soon as he was put down.
You're dead, Potter! You're dead, Potter! You're dead, Potter.
Harry was ignoring him and the thoughts that were growing, he pushed up from his seat and looked at Draco who was standing across the coffee table with his back to the fireplace just watching, "you okay Draco?" Harry didn't realize just how much he was craving the other, how much he needed the other and right now as the thoughts closed in around him he needed just that. Draco.
At this point it didn't matter what Draco said to him, or did. He needed the relief the Slytherin Prince would offer.
"Me?" Draco gasped out, "he only hit me once.. Merlin, Potter," Draco was shaking his head and stepping around to look at him better, "you're all tore up." Harry laughed quietly rolling his eyes, Draco nodded to the seat before he sat himself on the coffee table and pulled his wand out.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Hermione asked chiming in, glaring at both of the boys.
"Healing him, obviously."
"He should go to Pomfrey's. His head..." Draco rolled his eyes, and waved a hand to shoo her away before reaching out and taking Harry by the chin the raven haired man sagged instantly at the touch. "Harry!" She gasped and reached out smacking Draco's hand away, "let us take you to Pomfrey."
You're dead, Potter!
Harry looked from Draco to her and back again. The Prince of Slytherin was giving her the iciest look Harry had ever seen, and he shook his head, "this is fine, I trust him." Hermione stared bewildered and opened her mouth to protest when Ron gave her shoulder a pat and pulled her back with a head shake.
Draco took him by his chin again and Harry closed his eyes leaning forward, Draco chuckled quietly, "I'm not kissing you Potter, I'm healing you."
You're dead Potter! Funny, you'd think I'd have stopped walking around... It was like a rush of regret filled him and Harry jerked back from Draco's touch his eyes flashing open to look at the blonde. He remembered that day, it was the day Draco had confronted him about putting his father in Azkaban. Harry swallowed roughly, forcing a smile into place, "I think a kiss would be rather helpful, honestly," his smile turned to a smirk, "I saved your life, after all."
"Saved my life?" Draco laughed with a head shake and pressed his wand to Harry's face whispering a healing charm that not only took away the bruise and pain but closed up almost all the cuts. Save the one from the other night, which the blood was showing through on his bandage.
"I'd have hated to see your pretty face all messed up." Harry was still talking trying to forget the memory that was plaguing him now and when he looked at Draco again the two of them were in their own world as they talked. They ignored the others, Hermione and Ron hovering over them, Neville with his arm around Pansy's shoulders. Draco laughed quietly, smiling at Harry while putting his wand away, "was I a good patient?"
"Perfect, have lots of practice?"
"Being a patient or being perfect?"
Draco's smirk turned into a smile, a real one. One that he didn't show often, and Harry leaned forward again. Draco gave a quiet sigh, and pressed his lips to Harry's for a short and quick kiss which Harry didn't like, Harry wanted more. He always wanted more didn't he? Draco pulled back, and pressed his thumb to Harry's lip to keep him back, "I think we have something to talk about, and you need to get that bandage changed."
"I agree with that," Harry spoke around the thumb, "for instance I was wondering if we could go get a drink."
"I was thinking we talk about something other than that, and not drinking."
"I might have earned a drink," he tilted his head slightly, giving Draco's thumb a small nibble as it fell from his face. "But okay, no drinking. Just conversation."
"Conversation and lunch," Draco stood up and without looking at anyone else he headed towards the exit.
Harry and Pansy shared a look, "slow," she answered his look with a wink, "just talk, start tomorrow okay?"
"You okay?" Harry asked, giving a nod.
"Fine, he doesn't like to be kept waiting..." She turned towards Neville and Harry hurried to catch up with Draco.
"What was that about?" Hermione whispered once she heard the door shut behind the two boys, turning to look at Pansy.
Pansy shrugged, "I have no idea Granger but I think Harry Potter is far more messed up then we thought." Her voice was quiet, the shock of it laced through, "I mean I had thought he was bad... obviously, we all did but that. That was different. That was like something inside of him snapped."
"Like the other night, the night he hexed McGonagall..." Ron trailed off, frowning deeply.
Neville kissed Pansy's head, "I think he just needs friends, and not hovering idiots trying to change him."
Hermione glared at Neville, "he needs someone to take care of him."
"I'm pretty sure Draco is," Ron answered his girlfriend, squeezing her shoulders, "maybe we should let this happen."
"Did you just call him Draco?"
"That's his name 'Mione," Ron gave her an eye roll, "honestly, isn't it time to let some of that shit go? We're adults, for Merlin sake. Harry is into the guy and whatever it is he's doing it is making a difference."
Pansy cleared her throat, "I think we should just back off of them, let them be and go from there. How would you feel if someone was in your face 24/7? I know you guys don't know Drake like I do, but he's honestly the best in the world. He is so sweet and caring and he'd risk his life for Harry's - okay? I've never seen him this way with anyone before, I've never seen Draco this way period. He's a new person just give him a chance."
"Fine," the brunette scowled, "but if he hurts him, Parkinson, I'm going to hex him so much he'll wish he was someone else."
"I'll even help," Pansy grinned, and reached out a hand towards Hermione. The Gryffindor eyed the manicured hand distrustfully for a second before sighing and taking it with a firm handshake, "friends?"
"Friends."
Draco and Harry were sitting across from each other in the semi-busy Great Hall, at the end of the Slytherin table where Draco's glare and sneer kept anyone from approaching as they finished their meal. For the most part the conversation had been light or barely there, Harry talked about his Potion's book he just finished and how he thought he could basically recite anything involving the potions on the list for the NEWT's and Draco talked about how much he didn't want to play Quidditch this year - try outs were soon. And finally after the Great Hall grew mostly quiet with barely anyone left, only a late coming Professor at the Head Table, and the food was starting to disappear did Draco and Harry talk.
"Why didn't you sleep last night?"
"What do you mean? I did."
"Oh," Draco shrugged, "it didn't look like your bed was slept in - was all."
Harry chuckled, "I only slept a few hours, had a nightmare so I went down to the commons and read."
"You could have woke me up?"
"What would you have done?" Harry shrugged, "complained I woke you up, grumbled at me, and fell back asleep."
Draco smirked, "point taken." He tilted his head running his fingers through his pastel hair and watched Harry bite at his lip ring, "why'd you drink?"
"I..." Harry dropped his lip ring and looked away, "I'm not perfect, Malfoy, I still crave it. It just silences everything when I'm drunk."
"Or fighting."
Harry glanced over, "you... You don't get to judge me."
"I'm not, Potter, I'm making observations," Draco sat with a straight back, "you were lost when you were hitting him. It was like watching a move... whatever those Muggle's call it?"
"Movie," Harry answered with a chuckle.
"Yeah a movie," Draco nodded slowly, "we can find you a better outlet."
"He hit you for something you didn't do, Draco," Harry shook his head, "I wasn't going to let that slide."
"So you broke his wrist and beat the shit out of Nott?"
"I.." Harry leaned back and looked away.
"The world isn't all right and wrong, Potter, it's not all black and white and the answer to everything isn't drinks and pain." Draco was speaking quietly, and reached out across the table taking Harry's hand in his own, his eyes trained down to their clutching fingers his skin was a huge contrast to Harry's tanned skin. He was pale, he was always pale. Alabaster skin so clear his veins showed dark blue, purple and maroon against his skin it made Harry seem darker than he was. "I'm here to help, remember? You have me."
Harry watched Draco closely, feeling his thumb slide along his skin, he wanted Draco to jerk him forward and kiss him. He wanted Draco to push him down against the table and make him moan, he wanted to feel those soft cool hands everywhere. That's what he wanted, that's what he needed and instead he got his hand held and words. "I know, I do Malfoy," he gave him a soft smile and squeezed the fingers tightly, "you're a good person, thank you."
Draco blinked, looking up at him. He could see Harry pulling away it was echoed in his eyes they were unfocused, the smile was fake and the grasp returned to his hand wasn't there. It was forced, it wasn't real. Harry didn't want him? He was a good person? "What?"
"Mmm?" Harry asked pulling his hand back from the hold, and scanning him over.
"A good person?"
"What, you are?" Harry stared back, his confusion obvious, "you don't think you are?"
"I know what kind of person I am, Potter," Draco rolled his eyes and sat back, standing up.
"Wh-what? What are you doing? Where are you going?" Harry demanded standing as well, stepping around the dinning table.
"To be a good person somewhere else."
Harry reached out grabbing Draco by the wrist and turning him around, "be a good person here, Malfoy, don't leave."
"Don't do that shit, you don't have to make me feel better." Draco jerked his arm out of the hold, "you don't want me, Potter, that's fine. I get it. I'm a Malfoy, I'm tainted blood, I'm a bad guy, I'm a death eater."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just stop," Draco growled out, "leave me alone."
"I..." Harry blinked, "Malfoy..?"
"What were you doing?" Draco sneered, "what was the point? Did you think I needed you? Are you kidding me.. someone as fucked up as you?"
"Draco what are you talking about?" Harry asked, he wasn't even hurt. He didn't know Draco too well but he knew him well enough to know the things he was saying - just like the other night when he yelled at him, were empty. He was just looking for some type of response to save himself. "What did I do to upset you?"
"You're a liar, Potter, that's what. You just what.. picked me because I stumbled across you in the tower pissed? Thought you would just shut me up? Who put you up to it?" He was so close Harry could feel his breath against his cheek his anger was growing, his skin was pink with it.
"No one put me up to shit," Harry sighed and stepped back, "you want me to be honest?" He asked the other, "I've been fighting the urge to not crawl into your bed for the past week, I've been fighting the urge to just grab your hand and spin you around and kiss you in the hallway, even now!" Harry groaned, "it's all I can think about. I want to feel you, it's like I need it. I can't focus on anything else. I don't know what I did to upset you.. called you a good person? Sorry you're nice?"
Draco scowled while stepping away, tilting his chin up slightly as he looked at Harry, "oh." He finally whispered, "I'm not nice."
"You're absolutely right, such a bad guy. So terrible." Harry shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, and shook his head with a small laugh.
"You can't think of anything else?"
"Barely ever."
Draco looked away a moment before a proud smile slid in place, "I am quite attractive, I'd believe it."
Harry rolled his eyes, "there he is."
"You can hold me hand and things like that," Draco spoke in a soft tone as they walked side by side, "I will allow it."
"Give me an idea of what 'things like that' mean," Harry suggested with a laugh but quickly slipped his fingers between Draco's, "because my 'things like that' might be different than yours."
"What are your 'things like that'?"
"Well," Harry shrugged, "I might like you to y'know... anything really."
Draco scoffed, "PDA is rather tacky."
"Mm," Harry grinned, "fuck 'em, I don't care what they think."
"I know," Draco pulled Harry to a stop and against him so they were chest to chest, his free hand pushed through the dark curly messy hair and down his face where his thumb teased against the lip ring, "you risk being seen with someone like me."
"No one is quite like you, Draco Malfoy," Harry answered with his eyes closed, his lips parted slightly.
"Keep that up and you'll earn yourself a kiss."
"I like earning things," Harry smiled, his eyes still shut, a small whimper escaping when Draco tugged on the metal ring that Draco quickly swallowed up with a kiss, the kiss was slow and soft. Draco's lips moving against Harry's, before sliding his tongue against the metal ring and past it to taste him. It was their first kiss that Harry didn't taste like alcohol and Draco was enjoying the way it felt.
Harry was gripping Draco's hand tightly, his mouth working fast against him and when Draco's teeth grazed his bottom lip he moaned into his mouth his knees growing weak with a shake as he grasped onto the other for support. Draco felt him lose his balance and pulled back slightly to wrap his free hand around his waist and hold him up, "Potter are you-?"
"Yes," Harry answered before the question even left Draco's lips, "yes."
Draco wasn't sure if he knew his actual question or just assumed Draco was asking if he was okay, so he took a small step back making sure Harry could stand up before dropping his arms, "I thought the young Weasley girl?"
"Ginny and I?" Harry lifted a brow, "a few kisses, nothing more."
"What about that girl during what was it.. 5th year?"
Harry lifted a brow, smirking, "been watching me a while, Malfoy?"
"Keep your enemies close and all that bullshit."
Harry laughed quietly, "one kiss under a bit of mistletoe, terrible kiss even. She was crying."
"Merlin," Draco grimaced, "your first kiss and they were crying?" Harry shrugged with a nod, "no wonder you almost passed out when I kissed you, you didn't have much to compare to."
"I did pass out," Harry laughed, "almost did just a second ago."
Draco cleared his throat wishing he didn't find it so attractive that Harry was a virgin and more than that basically a fresh one, a handful of kisses from two girls that he clearly didn't have an interest in was Draco's only competition? Harry Potter was completely his and he never thought that would be as absolutely sexy as it was. It was almost mind numbing. "Potter, do you want me to be your first with this stuff?"
"Are you asking because you want to be?"
"Generally why someone would ask.." Draco arched a brow, glancing over.
Harry was flushed, and avoiding Draco's face as they started walking again, "y-yes."
Draco tucked their hands behind his back so they were closer, "Potter, would you like to be a couple?"
Harry's mouth grew dry as he looked over coming to a stop, "don't tease me, Malfoy."
"I'm not," Draco smiled softly, "just wanting to know if you'd like to be mine?"
Be mine. Harry blushed, his hands shook, he never knew he wanted to hear that phrase so much in his life and now that he was it was his only thought. Be mine. Be mine. Be mine. Be mine. He felt like a child, a young kid with his first crush, he felt absolutely childish and stupid but he wanted it more than anything. "More than anything," he finally answered, his hands went numb his face was red and his eyes were wide.
"I don't date, often," Draco was saying, "I don't actually think I've ever been official with anyone," he was talking like it was normal. Like this wasn't a life changing conversation, like this wasn't completely amazing, like it was just obvious it was going to happen. To Draco it was, he had been interested, they had spent time together - clearly they were drawn to each other, why not? "Just a few dates, things like that.. mostly kept it all secret, but this is fine. I like this." Harry was listening and watching him walking away but he couldn't move, finally Draco turned towards him after asking a question and Harry hadn't answered, "Potter?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you over there?" Draco turned back towards him, heading back, "what are you doing?"
"I can't move."
"What?" Draco looked down at his legs, "what are you talking about?"
"I think I'm having a heart attack," Harry answered calmly, "my chest is vibrating with how fast my heart is beating."
Draco blinked, and put his hand to his chest feeling the beat, "Merlin Potter, calm down. It's just me."
"I know that's the thing."
"Seriously calm down," Draco answered, "breathe. Hell Potter, this will be fun..." Draco shot a smile with a wink at him, and Harry fell over.
