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Lost.
(Nice, Fluffed and Beta-ed, Just for you!! Give Props to Shanna for being a Awesome Beta.
Kudos, Shanna! Kudos!!)
In Japan, a poet was hired to write an Impactful poem on the altar of a famous shrine. It was in a fairly public place and would be seen by many people. It was an once-in-a-lifetime job that the poet had only dreamed of. All the poet was given to work with was the space it was to be written on, the tools needed to write it into the hard jade stone, and a title. "Lost."
The poet started on the poem as soon as he could. He had only etched the title, 'Lost', and three words into the shrine when his oldest son rushed to his side to bring him grave news. His youngest and only daughter died, killed in accident only moments before. The poet took time off to grieve with his family over the loss of the little girl.
After he was done grieving and had buried his daughter, the poet returned to the shrine.
He took up the etching tools and scratched out the three words under the title so that they could no longer be read. The Priests and Monks came out and asked the poet what he was doing.
The poet put away his tools and told them, "I am finishing the poem."
"But there is nothing to read!" Snapped one of the braver priests.
"Lost cannot be read…" said the poet as he left. "It can only be felt."
~Sadly enough, the shrine (and hence, the poem) spoken of in the story was destroyed in a bombing during WW2.
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Harry opened his eyes, a tired smile gracing his face. He stretched out lightly as he basked in an unseen warm glow. He felt lighter and warmer than he had in months; it was as if he was waking from the sweetest dream. He felt so comfortable and relaxed, he just wanted to shift back over to his side and fall right back to sleep.
But the second he shifted onto his side, he hissed and winced as a shock of pain ran up his spine.
Harry was suddenly awake and wincing at the uncomfortable pain coming from his...
Slowly yet surely, Harry's memories of last night came back to him. It was as if it faded to the forefront of his mind. Or like remembering something you already knew but couldn't quite recall. Harry's heart got stuck in his throat, which was a good thing. If it hadn’t, he was sure that the contents of his stomach would have been the next thing through his throat.
He was completely, totally and utterly disgusted with himself. Not to mention feeling like a fucking whore. Harry's face paled and he quickly covered his head with his arms as he curled up in his bed.
Oh, God. He knew something like that was going to happen. As soon as he and Draco started fighting, he knew. He should have learned from the first time. What would his friends think? What would his family think? Oh God, what would Ginny have thought?
Harry tried hard to push back the memories, trying to forget the things he felt emotionally and physically. He wanted to run and hide; he felt so defenseless.
He was getting so cold now thinking of these things, yet he couldn't stop remembering. Harry wanted it to disappear… he wanted it to go away. He wanted to force it all away, and be numb again.
But Harry was broken from his thoughts as a soft male voice spoke to him. From a place much closer to his bed than Harry wanted him.
"Harry... Harry, can we talk, please? Or just listen because I need to explain some things to you..."
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Draco waited for a reply and found none. He suddenly felt a stall in his mate's thinking and emotions in the back of his head, as if he had just frozen up. Draco didn't know if this was from him noticing he was here or Harry waiting for him to talk.
Since Harry's heart wasn't racing a mile a minute and he hadn't bolted out the door yet, Draco could assume that Harry was waiting for him to talk or just continue talking. Hell, he would of continued either way, but any excuse to do what you were going to do anyway is good.
"Harry… I didn't want it to happen like this. Normally when a Veela seduces a mate with so much force, it's only as a last resort. Either to try to make things easier for them or possibly had been a victim of rape. Or it could be because the Submissive had led the Dominate on for years or had a major mental barrier against them. Well, ok, you do have the last, but…"
Draco felt a flare of anger and quickly made up for it.
"Look, you just have to believe me. I wasn't myself. It's been hell for me the past few months; you have to understand that. I have been waiting for you and expecting you for over a year. Ever since my 17th birthday, you've been a plague on my mind. Always present but never there. And then… seeing you on the battlefield…" Draco said breathlessly as he remembered him. Harry's mind darkened and started to revert. 'Damn it, I'm doing it again.' Draco thought as he sighed.
"The being in the same Dorm as you every day, watching you in classes… You connected, you gave chase, you fought me. Then… nothing, for weeks, nothing. I felt you slipping away from me and..." Draco sighed.
"It just… it just had to happen for us to work. I couldn't let you go. I know you'll have a hard time accepting this; I wouldn't blame you. And…" Draco winced and then sighed. These next words were going to pain him. "…And I am sorry about that."
Draco then brightened a bit. "But I can help make things better. I promise I'll help you… with the soreness, dealing with this, all of it. I promise you. Just, just give me a chance to make this up to you Harry, please. We’ll start from the beginning, this time with my head on straight. I don't want this to have ruined everything for us. I don't want what happened to be the final nail in our coffin… please."
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"Get. Out." Harry said from behind his arms.
Draco paled and blinked. "…What?"
"GET. OUT!" Harry said as he sat up and looked at Draco. Draco looked shocked at the level of anger, pain and all other crashing emotions that were flaring at him, but Harry didn't care. He wasn't the one feeling them, was he?
"Get out, you SELFISH, SELF-SERVING, EGOTISTICAL BASTARD!!" Harry yelled at him from the top of his lungs. He didn't know if he was about to start screaming or start crying. But he refused to cry.
Draco only blinked at him. He then frowned and nodded. "Okay Harry, I'll leave. But I'm coming back to see you later."
"NO, you're NOT." Harry said quickly and flatly.
Draco's face went blank and paled. He then gave Harry a harsh look. "Yes, I am."
"NO, you aren't, Draco." Harry said, just wanting him to leave. Emotions were boiling in Harry's mind and body; his power was already going nuts. Slowly transfiguring and molding objecting in the room, as if they where melting them down and then pushing them back up. He wanted Draco to leave. More than that, he wanted him gone.
"YES, I am, Harry!! You CAN'T be trusted on your own right now!!" Draco snapped back, the tone of his voice making it clear that his reasoning was not to be refuted.
"You're NOT coming back in here MALFOY!!" Harry snapped, making sure to stress his disgust for the last word. Draco had seemed to take to using "Harry" far to often. A weight in the back of his mind turned painful and it was straining against his brain. Draco's face stoned again and Harry couldn't recall a time when he looked more like Lucius. Harry had to get rid of him…now.
"I don't WANT you, Malfoy. I NEVER did. I don't want anything to do with you and I NEVER will. You will leave and you will close the door behind you. I will go in my bathroom, lock the door, take a shower, BURN my uniform and I will NEVER give you another thought for the rest of my fucking life. Five minutes from now, you will be NOTHING to me."
Harry saw the changes in Draco's face. Every wince, every grimace and every insulted eye twitch. But Harry ignored it. Harry was about to explode. He leapt from the bed, quickly turned and took controlled yet winced steps to the bathroom. He couldn't break yet; it wasn't safe. He had to hold himself together. Just a few more steps…
Harry finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He immediately let his knees fall in under him. With his back against the door, he slid down, trying to ignore the striking pain his movements where causing him. Tears and racking cries burst from him now, sending out wave after wave of magic with it.
In the back of his head, the strained weight feeling suddenly felt like it had cracked, as if an egg had just been opened in his skull and was now bleeding ice water. Harry couldn't take anymore. The last feeling sent him screaming, blasting, punching, yelling, cursing and crying at every object in the room.
He knew what the feeling was the moment it happened. He just didn't know why.
On top of everything else why, Why, WHY, WHY did he have to FEEL Draco's heart breaking?!
Kudos, Shanna! Kudos!!)
In Japan, a poet was hired to write an Impactful poem on the altar of a famous shrine. It was in a fairly public place and would be seen by many people. It was an once-in-a-lifetime job that the poet had only dreamed of. All the poet was given to work with was the space it was to be written on, the tools needed to write it into the hard jade stone, and a title. "Lost."
The poet started on the poem as soon as he could. He had only etched the title, 'Lost', and three words into the shrine when his oldest son rushed to his side to bring him grave news. His youngest and only daughter died, killed in accident only moments before. The poet took time off to grieve with his family over the loss of the little girl.
After he was done grieving and had buried his daughter, the poet returned to the shrine.
He took up the etching tools and scratched out the three words under the title so that they could no longer be read. The Priests and Monks came out and asked the poet what he was doing.
The poet put away his tools and told them, "I am finishing the poem."
"But there is nothing to read!" Snapped one of the braver priests.
"Lost cannot be read…" said the poet as he left. "It can only be felt."
~Sadly enough, the shrine (and hence, the poem) spoken of in the story was destroyed in a bombing during WW2.
Harry opened his eyes, a tired smile gracing his face. He stretched out lightly as he basked in an unseen warm glow. He felt lighter and warmer than he had in months; it was as if he was waking from the sweetest dream. He felt so comfortable and relaxed, he just wanted to shift back over to his side and fall right back to sleep.
But the second he shifted onto his side, he hissed and winced as a shock of pain ran up his spine.
Harry was suddenly awake and wincing at the uncomfortable pain coming from his...
Slowly yet surely, Harry's memories of last night came back to him. It was as if it faded to the forefront of his mind. Or like remembering something you already knew but couldn't quite recall. Harry's heart got stuck in his throat, which was a good thing. If it hadn’t, he was sure that the contents of his stomach would have been the next thing through his throat.
He was completely, totally and utterly disgusted with himself. Not to mention feeling like a fucking whore. Harry's face paled and he quickly covered his head with his arms as he curled up in his bed.
Oh, God. He knew something like that was going to happen. As soon as he and Draco started fighting, he knew. He should have learned from the first time. What would his friends think? What would his family think? Oh God, what would Ginny have thought?
Harry tried hard to push back the memories, trying to forget the things he felt emotionally and physically. He wanted to run and hide; he felt so defenseless.
He was getting so cold now thinking of these things, yet he couldn't stop remembering. Harry wanted it to disappear… he wanted it to go away. He wanted to force it all away, and be numb again.
But Harry was broken from his thoughts as a soft male voice spoke to him. From a place much closer to his bed than Harry wanted him.
"Harry... Harry, can we talk, please? Or just listen because I need to explain some things to you..."
Draco waited for a reply and found none. He suddenly felt a stall in his mate's thinking and emotions in the back of his head, as if he had just frozen up. Draco didn't know if this was from him noticing he was here or Harry waiting for him to talk.
Since Harry's heart wasn't racing a mile a minute and he hadn't bolted out the door yet, Draco could assume that Harry was waiting for him to talk or just continue talking. Hell, he would of continued either way, but any excuse to do what you were going to do anyway is good.
"Harry… I didn't want it to happen like this. Normally when a Veela seduces a mate with so much force, it's only as a last resort. Either to try to make things easier for them or possibly had been a victim of rape. Or it could be because the Submissive had led the Dominate on for years or had a major mental barrier against them. Well, ok, you do have the last, but…"
Draco felt a flare of anger and quickly made up for it.
"Look, you just have to believe me. I wasn't myself. It's been hell for me the past few months; you have to understand that. I have been waiting for you and expecting you for over a year. Ever since my 17th birthday, you've been a plague on my mind. Always present but never there. And then… seeing you on the battlefield…" Draco said breathlessly as he remembered him. Harry's mind darkened and started to revert. 'Damn it, I'm doing it again.' Draco thought as he sighed.
"The being in the same Dorm as you every day, watching you in classes… You connected, you gave chase, you fought me. Then… nothing, for weeks, nothing. I felt you slipping away from me and..." Draco sighed.
"It just… it just had to happen for us to work. I couldn't let you go. I know you'll have a hard time accepting this; I wouldn't blame you. And…" Draco winced and then sighed. These next words were going to pain him. "…And I am sorry about that."
Draco then brightened a bit. "But I can help make things better. I promise I'll help you… with the soreness, dealing with this, all of it. I promise you. Just, just give me a chance to make this up to you Harry, please. We’ll start from the beginning, this time with my head on straight. I don't want this to have ruined everything for us. I don't want what happened to be the final nail in our coffin… please."
"Get. Out." Harry said from behind his arms.
Draco paled and blinked. "…What?"
"GET. OUT!" Harry said as he sat up and looked at Draco. Draco looked shocked at the level of anger, pain and all other crashing emotions that were flaring at him, but Harry didn't care. He wasn't the one feeling them, was he?
"Get out, you SELFISH, SELF-SERVING, EGOTISTICAL BASTARD!!" Harry yelled at him from the top of his lungs. He didn't know if he was about to start screaming or start crying. But he refused to cry.
Draco only blinked at him. He then frowned and nodded. "Okay Harry, I'll leave. But I'm coming back to see you later."
"NO, you're NOT." Harry said quickly and flatly.
Draco's face went blank and paled. He then gave Harry a harsh look. "Yes, I am."
"NO, you aren't, Draco." Harry said, just wanting him to leave. Emotions were boiling in Harry's mind and body; his power was already going nuts. Slowly transfiguring and molding objecting in the room, as if they where melting them down and then pushing them back up. He wanted Draco to leave. More than that, he wanted him gone.
"YES, I am, Harry!! You CAN'T be trusted on your own right now!!" Draco snapped back, the tone of his voice making it clear that his reasoning was not to be refuted.
"You're NOT coming back in here MALFOY!!" Harry snapped, making sure to stress his disgust for the last word. Draco had seemed to take to using "Harry" far to often. A weight in the back of his mind turned painful and it was straining against his brain. Draco's face stoned again and Harry couldn't recall a time when he looked more like Lucius. Harry had to get rid of him…now.
"I don't WANT you, Malfoy. I NEVER did. I don't want anything to do with you and I NEVER will. You will leave and you will close the door behind you. I will go in my bathroom, lock the door, take a shower, BURN my uniform and I will NEVER give you another thought for the rest of my fucking life. Five minutes from now, you will be NOTHING to me."
Harry saw the changes in Draco's face. Every wince, every grimace and every insulted eye twitch. But Harry ignored it. Harry was about to explode. He leapt from the bed, quickly turned and took controlled yet winced steps to the bathroom. He couldn't break yet; it wasn't safe. He had to hold himself together. Just a few more steps…
Harry finally made it to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He immediately let his knees fall in under him. With his back against the door, he slid down, trying to ignore the striking pain his movements where causing him. Tears and racking cries burst from him now, sending out wave after wave of magic with it.
In the back of his head, the strained weight feeling suddenly felt like it had cracked, as if an egg had just been opened in his skull and was now bleeding ice water. Harry couldn't take anymore. The last feeling sent him screaming, blasting, punching, yelling, cursing and crying at every object in the room.
He knew what the feeling was the moment it happened. He just didn't know why.
On top of everything else why, Why, WHY, WHY did he have to FEEL Draco's heart breaking?!