Hating Harry Potter
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
11,129
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31
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chap 12 - Stung
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Chapter 12 – Stung
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“Malfoy! Wait!” Harry hissed after him. Malfoy had frozen, turned around, gotten dressed and walked off. Stomped off, actually. And not towards the castle either, no, he was marching right into the woods, a determined stomping it was,too. He turned once, while Harry was calling. The all too familiar smirk was back, and Malfoy was looking like his old,cold self.
Harry got dressed, muttering and cursing, grabbing his wand and the cloak as he ran after Malfoy. What was the matter with him anyway?! First he kisses me, then he punches me. Then it’s ok, and then it isn’t. Suddenly he throws himself at me, and when I try to be nice, and not make him regret something forever, he stalks off like a bloody dramaqueen?
The woods were silent. Harry knew this was far too close to centaur-area for his liking, and definitely too close to spider-land. What the bloody hell did he mean by walking deeper into the forest like that?!
“Malfoy?” he hissed again. “What?” Malfoy appeared from behind a tree,seemingly undisturbed or unmoved in any way.
“It’s dangerous here, we should go back!” Malfoy smirked. “I can’t go back, Potter.” Harry looked confused. “What – because they’re all angry right now? That’ll pass. It was just a kiss, like you said.” He waved it off.
Draco looked at Potter, shook his head. “No,Potter, that’s how it works for –you-. Not everyone is the bloody golden boy, the savior, the knight in shining armour, the prince, the hero, the bloody Messiah in a fcuking robe!” He went from cold arrogance to flaming fury in an instant, needing to vent. Potter seemed taken aback by his unexpected explosion. He had backed up, up against a tree.
“That’s –your- way, the Gryffindor way, the way that only works if you’re bloody worshipped everywhere. I’m not.” The snarl, as he pointed to himself, was quite clear. The hurt was even audible to himself. “I chose to act on impulse, on a bloody stupid one as well, and I lost my friends, my House, and…” he stopped. He was about to say ‘his family’, but saying it would make it more real, and he just couldn’t do it. He turned, holding back a sob with pure concentration.
“Then you didn’t really loose them.” Potter spoke behind him. “Friends like that… they aren’t friends.” Potters arms around Draco, holding him tight,tight, mumbling into his neck, and smelling his hair. Draco swings his arms around, almost knocking the other boy down on the ground. “What would you know about that, Potter?! You’re worshipped – a hero – and for what?! For nothing!” Draco seethed, furious at how good it had felt when Potter held him,how incredibly comforting and warming and safe it had felt.
Too late,he discovered what he had said. ‘For nothing’.
Harry looked down. “My parents death weren’t ‘nothing’, Malfoy.” His voice had a silent sadness in it, but buried beneath the surface was a coldness even Harry wasn’t aware of. “It sounds like you’re sour that I get attention, more than anything else. You know, I thought you’d changed, but you’re still just a spoiled brat. Find your own way home.”
A final glance at Malfoy,and he started walking towards the castle.
*
Draco was scared, and angry and furious and he didn’t have time for any of it. He was also very, very lost.
He followed Harry,ten paces behind him,so he wouldn’t see him following in his footsteps. His initial plan had been to scare Potter into rescuing him, and take advantage of the situation. He hadn’t counted on this idiotic outburst of emotion to ruin it,but then again he couldn’t count on anything these days.
Lost and wandering where he thought he had seen Potter walking, and even more lost in his own dark thoughts of becoming an outcast, or coming out in any way, not to mention being completely unfamiliar with how a forest sounds, or rather, how it should sound, kept him from noticing the deafening silence all around him.
And then, suddenly, hooves. Lots of them.
Harry had stopped, already drowned with guilt that he had abandoned Malfoy in the middle of the woods. He noticed the silence, and then the hooves. And then – the scream. “Malfoy!” and Harry ran towards the sound.
Chapter 12 – Stung
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“Malfoy! Wait!” Harry hissed after him. Malfoy had frozen, turned around, gotten dressed and walked off. Stomped off, actually. And not towards the castle either, no, he was marching right into the woods, a determined stomping it was,too. He turned once, while Harry was calling. The all too familiar smirk was back, and Malfoy was looking like his old,cold self.
Harry got dressed, muttering and cursing, grabbing his wand and the cloak as he ran after Malfoy. What was the matter with him anyway?! First he kisses me, then he punches me. Then it’s ok, and then it isn’t. Suddenly he throws himself at me, and when I try to be nice, and not make him regret something forever, he stalks off like a bloody dramaqueen?
The woods were silent. Harry knew this was far too close to centaur-area for his liking, and definitely too close to spider-land. What the bloody hell did he mean by walking deeper into the forest like that?!
“Malfoy?” he hissed again. “What?” Malfoy appeared from behind a tree,seemingly undisturbed or unmoved in any way.
“It’s dangerous here, we should go back!” Malfoy smirked. “I can’t go back, Potter.” Harry looked confused. “What – because they’re all angry right now? That’ll pass. It was just a kiss, like you said.” He waved it off.
Draco looked at Potter, shook his head. “No,Potter, that’s how it works for –you-. Not everyone is the bloody golden boy, the savior, the knight in shining armour, the prince, the hero, the bloody Messiah in a fcuking robe!” He went from cold arrogance to flaming fury in an instant, needing to vent. Potter seemed taken aback by his unexpected explosion. He had backed up, up against a tree.
“That’s –your- way, the Gryffindor way, the way that only works if you’re bloody worshipped everywhere. I’m not.” The snarl, as he pointed to himself, was quite clear. The hurt was even audible to himself. “I chose to act on impulse, on a bloody stupid one as well, and I lost my friends, my House, and…” he stopped. He was about to say ‘his family’, but saying it would make it more real, and he just couldn’t do it. He turned, holding back a sob with pure concentration.
“Then you didn’t really loose them.” Potter spoke behind him. “Friends like that… they aren’t friends.” Potters arms around Draco, holding him tight,tight, mumbling into his neck, and smelling his hair. Draco swings his arms around, almost knocking the other boy down on the ground. “What would you know about that, Potter?! You’re worshipped – a hero – and for what?! For nothing!” Draco seethed, furious at how good it had felt when Potter held him,how incredibly comforting and warming and safe it had felt.
Too late,he discovered what he had said. ‘For nothing’.
Harry looked down. “My parents death weren’t ‘nothing’, Malfoy.” His voice had a silent sadness in it, but buried beneath the surface was a coldness even Harry wasn’t aware of. “It sounds like you’re sour that I get attention, more than anything else. You know, I thought you’d changed, but you’re still just a spoiled brat. Find your own way home.”
A final glance at Malfoy,and he started walking towards the castle.
*
Draco was scared, and angry and furious and he didn’t have time for any of it. He was also very, very lost.
He followed Harry,ten paces behind him,so he wouldn’t see him following in his footsteps. His initial plan had been to scare Potter into rescuing him, and take advantage of the situation. He hadn’t counted on this idiotic outburst of emotion to ruin it,but then again he couldn’t count on anything these days.
Lost and wandering where he thought he had seen Potter walking, and even more lost in his own dark thoughts of becoming an outcast, or coming out in any way, not to mention being completely unfamiliar with how a forest sounds, or rather, how it should sound, kept him from noticing the deafening silence all around him.
And then, suddenly, hooves. Lots of them.
Harry had stopped, already drowned with guilt that he had abandoned Malfoy in the middle of the woods. He noticed the silence, and then the hooves. And then – the scream. “Malfoy!” and Harry ran towards the sound.