I do this for Him
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,250
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
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Dedication: Marina I.
3 Months Later
I’m sitting in this crap motel room, surrounded by pizza boxes and Chinese food. Who knew that muggle hater Malfoy would be eating this fascinating new invention called pizza? Sure I can afford better, I could buy the damn motel to begin with and it won’t even make a dent in my account. I do this to myself. I deserve it, for what I did to Harry. Perhaps I can start to live better if I see that he’s happy? I should probably check on him. I feel a strange urge to go to him. Like he’s not well. That impossible. Harry must be happy is I’m not there.
Hmm. I should clean myself up; he doesn’t want to see the wreck I’ve become. For that matter, neither do I. I get in the shower, the hot water running over my skin. I remember we used to take showers together. I can still remember his hands running over my scalp. My back. I stop myself, this won’t bring him back to you. Nothing will. I’ve hurt Harry like I’ve never hurt anyone before. That’s really saying something.
My stomach starts to hurt. Its different, not like I’m nervous to see Harry, which I am, but as if something is going to go wrong. Maybe he’ll curse me; I’m not worthy of better. Grabbing my robe, I comb back my hair and throw on some boxers and trousers. I try to put my foot in my shoe and I fall over. Maybe I was too anxious to see Harry. I’ll just have to calm down. OK. I put on the rest of my clothing without incident. Ready. Within the blink of an eye, I am at the Potter-Malfoy mansion. It’s just Potter now, or maybe Potter-‘Someone else.’ The only way to find out is to check.
I enter, noticing he hasn’t changed the locks.
“Hello?” I yell, not to loud, I don’t want to scare him. “Potter?”
He doesn’t answer. Quickly searching the bottom floor and not being successful, I summon a house-elf. Niccy.
“Niccy, where is Master Harry?”
Frightened, the house-elf answers, “In the master-loo.”
She’s probably afraid of telling me anything. Harry has probably told them not to answer to me anymore. I go up to the bathroom.
“Harry?” I say, right outside the door. “Are you in there?”
No answer. I push open the door. I choke.
Blood, everywhere. Around my Harry.
A blade next to him, the pocketknife I had given to him in 7th year.
He is still alive, breathing faintly. I grab around his wrists and begin to scream for the house-elves. I yell for them to call the medi-wizards. In about 30 seconds, the wizards are here and I let go of Harry’s wrists. They rush him off to the hospital. I go after them.
When I get there I rush up to the front desk.
“Where did they bring in Harry Potter?”
Although the nurse is not allowed to give Harry’s location, she takes in the blood on my green robes. She knows I have to be with him.
“He’s in the emergency room right now, if he makes it he’ll be transferred to room 437.”
I can’t even bother to say ‘thank you.’ I’ll send her flowers later. Rushing to where they are supposed to bring Harry. Guards grab me by the arms. After all it is Harry Potter. The only thing I can do is go wait outside of the room they’re going to bring him in afterwards. My bloody hands on my head, tears streaming down my face is how Hermione and Ron Weasley find me when the run into the waiting room.
So, they finally became friends with Harry again when I left. Obviously it wasn’t enough. Surprisingly, Weasley doesn’t jump on me and beat me into a pulp. Hermione’s crying, she takes a seat next to me. I can see it now; she starts to yell at me for ruining his life. For everything ever gone bad. She doesn’t. She throws her arms around me, sobbing.
“I’m sorry for everything, Draco, I knew you loved him, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m so sorry.”
Wow, lets just say I am very shocked. I don’t say anything. I simple hug her back. Ron looks uncomfortable but I understand that he means what Hermione said. He opens his mouth to say it. What a Gryffindor. I don’t need to hear it.
“It’s ok.”
He looks relieved.
I have to ask. “So, why did he do it?”
Ron’s answer is short, but very hurtful.
“You, he loves you.”
TBC?
Dedication: Marina I.
3 Months Later
I’m sitting in this crap motel room, surrounded by pizza boxes and Chinese food. Who knew that muggle hater Malfoy would be eating this fascinating new invention called pizza? Sure I can afford better, I could buy the damn motel to begin with and it won’t even make a dent in my account. I do this to myself. I deserve it, for what I did to Harry. Perhaps I can start to live better if I see that he’s happy? I should probably check on him. I feel a strange urge to go to him. Like he’s not well. That impossible. Harry must be happy is I’m not there.
Hmm. I should clean myself up; he doesn’t want to see the wreck I’ve become. For that matter, neither do I. I get in the shower, the hot water running over my skin. I remember we used to take showers together. I can still remember his hands running over my scalp. My back. I stop myself, this won’t bring him back to you. Nothing will. I’ve hurt Harry like I’ve never hurt anyone before. That’s really saying something.
My stomach starts to hurt. Its different, not like I’m nervous to see Harry, which I am, but as if something is going to go wrong. Maybe he’ll curse me; I’m not worthy of better. Grabbing my robe, I comb back my hair and throw on some boxers and trousers. I try to put my foot in my shoe and I fall over. Maybe I was too anxious to see Harry. I’ll just have to calm down. OK. I put on the rest of my clothing without incident. Ready. Within the blink of an eye, I am at the Potter-Malfoy mansion. It’s just Potter now, or maybe Potter-‘Someone else.’ The only way to find out is to check.
I enter, noticing he hasn’t changed the locks.
“Hello?” I yell, not to loud, I don’t want to scare him. “Potter?”
He doesn’t answer. Quickly searching the bottom floor and not being successful, I summon a house-elf. Niccy.
“Niccy, where is Master Harry?”
Frightened, the house-elf answers, “In the master-loo.”
She’s probably afraid of telling me anything. Harry has probably told them not to answer to me anymore. I go up to the bathroom.
“Harry?” I say, right outside the door. “Are you in there?”
No answer. I push open the door. I choke.
Blood, everywhere. Around my Harry.
A blade next to him, the pocketknife I had given to him in 7th year.
He is still alive, breathing faintly. I grab around his wrists and begin to scream for the house-elves. I yell for them to call the medi-wizards. In about 30 seconds, the wizards are here and I let go of Harry’s wrists. They rush him off to the hospital. I go after them.
When I get there I rush up to the front desk.
“Where did they bring in Harry Potter?”
Although the nurse is not allowed to give Harry’s location, she takes in the blood on my green robes. She knows I have to be with him.
“He’s in the emergency room right now, if he makes it he’ll be transferred to room 437.”
I can’t even bother to say ‘thank you.’ I’ll send her flowers later. Rushing to where they are supposed to bring Harry. Guards grab me by the arms. After all it is Harry Potter. The only thing I can do is go wait outside of the room they’re going to bring him in afterwards. My bloody hands on my head, tears streaming down my face is how Hermione and Ron Weasley find me when the run into the waiting room.
So, they finally became friends with Harry again when I left. Obviously it wasn’t enough. Surprisingly, Weasley doesn’t jump on me and beat me into a pulp. Hermione’s crying, she takes a seat next to me. I can see it now; she starts to yell at me for ruining his life. For everything ever gone bad. She doesn’t. She throws her arms around me, sobbing.
“I’m sorry for everything, Draco, I knew you loved him, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m so sorry.”
Wow, lets just say I am very shocked. I don’t say anything. I simple hug her back. Ron looks uncomfortable but I understand that he means what Hermione said. He opens his mouth to say it. What a Gryffindor. I don’t need to hear it.
“It’s ok.”
He looks relieved.
I have to ask. “So, why did he do it?”
Ron’s answer is short, but very hurtful.
“You, he loves you.”
TBC?