Familiar

Angelkitty7888…I’m so sorry for leaving you with lovely images, but it couldn’t be helped, had to end there. I don’t like cliffies myself so I wont be doing it often. Hope you had fun at your party.
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Vlad…ok if I call you that its quicker, or would you prefer V.M. I am not heartless, I’m just evil. Lol. Don’t worry I hate cliffys too, so I wont do it often.

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If anyone wants to do that I don’t mind, just respect my rights as author. Its actually very flattering to know someone wants a copy of my story.

To everyone else who reviewed thank you, I love em all.


Chapter 15: A Comforting Hand


Draco pushed back onto his heels, making sure to brush the little bit of skin that Harry’s t-shirt had exposed to his eyes. He stood and dusted off his trousers. Harry who was still lying on the floor, was just staring up at him.
‘I have that effect on people don’t I?’ Draco asked. ‘Do you know Potter you haven’t said a word since I barrelled into you. Usually you’d be shoving me off and yelling about how I should watch where I’m going.’ His look turned speculative. ‘What’s changed?’
Harry was still staring, he was a little shocked. He felt like he was dreaming. This all seemed so surreal, like he’d wake up at any moment.

He cleared his throat, Draco was still watching him.
‘I’m not the only one who’s changed…Malfoy.’ He’d almost slipped up and called him Draco. ‘It wasn’t so long ago that you’d have jumped up, probably pointed your wand at me and said it was all my fault! You’ve changed, why?’
‘It isn’t polite to answer a question with another question Potter.’ He smirked. ‘Didn’t they teach you any manners? Yes I have changed, I seem to have changed as much on the inside as you have on the outside. You look good.’ And with that he turned and left. Harry was still on the floor.

***

Krai had watched them. Using some of Harry’s magic he’d concealed himself and settled down to watch. He smiled, maybe things would be easier than he thought. But then the Malfoy boy left. And Krai knew this was his way of running away, a calm, casual retreat. Leaving his Master still on the floor he went after the Malfoy boy.

Using magic he snuck beneath the compartment door (even with that it was a tight fit) and casting a varied form of legilimens (to read thoughts not invade) listened to the boys fears. And then he knew exactly what to do.

***

He’d had to get away. Seeing Harry there like that and feeling him almost spread beneath him…he shivered. He’d almost lost control. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t go and feel something for Potter, things were complicated enough as it was. He’d fled, he’d left like a Malfoy, with the last word and a casual stride, he’d still run away. He’d locked himself in the first empty compartment he found, cast a few privacy charms, sat on the floor and placed his head in his hands. He seemed to be losing control of his emotions a lot lately, first with Aidan and now…with Harry. He felt a little guilty pleasure calling him by his name. He hugged his body with his arms, weren’t things bad enough without this.

He was startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder

***

Harry had finally gotten up off the floor and had returned to his compartment. To say he was thinking about what had just gone on was obvious. He didn’t know what would happen now, was Malfoy even now telling his friends that he’d rendered the ‘great Harry Potter’ speechless. Or what.

He wasn’t sure, all he did know was that Draco’s voice hadn’t been cold. He’d always described it as the cold, drawling voice of Draco Malfoy (although he admitted he gave the same label to Lucius as well), but there’d been no coldness in the bathroom. His voice had been warm and had gone straight to his groin, just like Draco’s knee. He shivered at the thought. He had a few things to think about. Like how he should react to Draco when he saw him again, whether he was gay or whether it was just Draco that got him so hot and bothered, if he hadn’t been in a bathroom in a crowded train he’d probably have took care of his problem, instead he’d had to think of some pretty off putting thoughts, or he’d have never been able to walk back to his compartment.

His friends for some reason thought something had happened to him. Well something had but he wasn’t going to tell them that. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been gone more than ten minutes and his black clothes were covered in dust, a lot of which was on his back where he hadn’t been able to brush it off. Although his hair hadn’t even got mussed.

***

He looked up and saw himself.

And that was probably the first time Draco Malfoy gave the impression of a fish out of water. The figure before him looked exactly like him, down to the clothes he wore.
‘Do not be so surprised Draco, I mean you no harm. After all your wishes are my own.’
‘Who are you?’
‘I am you. A representation of your unconscious mind if you will.’
‘Why are you here?’ He asked suddenly wary.
‘I am here to speak with you. The decisions you make affect me also and I am glad that finally we agree. You have always wanted to defy them, but it has took you so long to realise it. And now this new situation…’
‘Don’t talk about that…please?’ Draco pleaded
‘If we don’t talk, we don’t understand. The death of that boy hurt you, he was a friend. Someone to count on and now you feel there is no one left to speak to, no one to confide in. Harry would listen to you. He would have befriended you in first year if things had been different. We always seek him out. We need him, How do you feel when you think that at the end of this year you wont see him again?’
‘I panic.’
‘And why?’ The pause was long and the words when they came were barely spoken.

‘Because he’s important to me.’
‘Our life for the last six years has revolved around him and we can’t imagine him gone. If you can miss him when you fight, think how much you’d miss him if things go on as they are. If you be the person you want to be, that person does not want to be mean to Harry and you can’t pretend to be mean, just to keep yourself from hurting. You wouldn’t be the person you want to be then would you?’

That wasn’t really a question to answer, it was rhetorical. They both already knew the answer.
‘Can I just see where this leads. Can I just be me for a while and worry if this develops. I think we could be friends. I want to be friends and thinking about him kissing me, touching me,’ he shivered ‘we wouldn’t be friends cos I wouldn’t be thinking of him as a friend.’
‘I think that is wise, self of mine. Whatever decision you make I must abide. I am compulsion and instinct, you supply reason. Reason it out, you will know when the time comes.’
And with that Draco was alone, sat on the floor. He seemed to be spending a lot of his time there today.

So preoccupied was he that he never saw the snake slither beneath the door.



A/N…

Hey guys, know its short and it probably wasn’t what you all wanted to happen but cant be helped.

This chappie was difficult to write, the bit with Draco’s Krai induced conscience was what gave me the whole idea for this fic. The words that were said back then in my mind were much better and it was longer but I cant for the life of me recreate it exactly. It was late, just before I was going to sleep and I didn’t have any paper. But I like it this way, so I’m not gonna stress over it.

And when writing it I thought that if that bit had been longer it wouldn’t have been as good, would have felt like I was pushing it. Wouldn’t have had as much impact. So anyway, as always…

If you’ve read, please review…and keep the suggestions coming…


I was thinking of recommending some of the fics I’ve read when I post a new chapter. Do you want me to do it or not? Tell me in your review. And keep he suggestions coming.