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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,622
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11
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Chapter 1. Part B. When you look at Me?
Chapter 1. Part B. When you look at Me?
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Harry stood there, staring into oblivion, one hand pressed to his cheek. Minutes passed as he watched the spot where Draco had disappeared into the next corridor. He drew a gasping breath in hope that he would get enough oxygen so as to sustain himself from blacking out from the pain of it all. He had watched Draco for years, ever since he had first met him, that fateful day in Madam Malkin\'s. Even back then he had stared in amazement at the angelic beauty introduced to him as Draco Malfoy.
Yet, the words that Draco had said... Harry remembered precisely what Draco had implied when he said that those of Muggle birth shouldn\'t be let into his world.
You don\'t belong here.
He had also insulted Hagrid, the one who had taken him away from his so-called family. Harry knew that somewhere in the back of his innocent mind, he had subconciously made the choice to avoid Draco after that... Harry just couldn\'t bear the thought that his angel thought so little of what was important to him, as well as Harry himself. And so when Draco\'s graceful pale hand had been extended to Harry in the Slytherin\'s terms of \"friendship\", Harry had known that at that point of time all Draco saw was a name... a title, really.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
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Pushing onwards through the labyrinth of dungeons in the bottom levels of Hogwarts, running until his muscles cramped and his breath faltered alarmingly from his parted lips, Draco collapsed into an ungainly heap. Chastening himself for being so clumsy, he stood up and smoothed down his robes. Trying with all his strength to compose himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Draco growled in frustration. He had made an idiot of himself in front of the fucking Boy-Who-Lived! He knew in his heart he was unable to swear about Harry...
The Boy-Who-Lived on the other hand, that was who he had been brought up to hate, to despise and taunt and to make a hell on earth for. To Draco they were two entirely different people, just like Draco saw himself as one person split in half. One side of him lusted for blood, for revenge for all previously suffered pains. This part was his animalistic instincts. That other him, the one which no one saw, was scared and lost in a darkness forced upon him since he had understood the meaning of the Dark. This half of himself huddled in the depths of misery hoping that someone, anyone, would take his hand and make him whole. Simply enough, pathetically enough, Draco sometimes told himself in self-loathing, all he wanted was love. That feeble, intangible emotion his parents had turned their noses up on.
When he had told Harry earlier that he liked him, he had lied. The truth was Draco loved him so much he would die for him. He would willingly face all Unforgivables for Harry\'s forgiveness. Forgiveness for not getting to know Harry when he had had the chance. For when he had extended his hand in friendship, it had been the only type of friendship Draco had been brought up to have, the type that was meant to get you furthest in life. And in that moment he had perhaps lost his only chance of ever learning what it could mean to be Harry\'s friend, for in that moment, a moment that seemed to have occured an eternity ago, he had only been seeing \"The Boy-Who-Lived\".
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Evening gradually reached forth its shadowy hands through the vibrant winter sky, caressing the outer edges of Hogwarts. The destiny of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was about to change, just as the sky had changed, turning from light to darkness.
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End Chapter 1.
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Harry stood there, staring into oblivion, one hand pressed to his cheek. Minutes passed as he watched the spot where Draco had disappeared into the next corridor. He drew a gasping breath in hope that he would get enough oxygen so as to sustain himself from blacking out from the pain of it all. He had watched Draco for years, ever since he had first met him, that fateful day in Madam Malkin\'s. Even back then he had stared in amazement at the angelic beauty introduced to him as Draco Malfoy.
Yet, the words that Draco had said... Harry remembered precisely what Draco had implied when he said that those of Muggle birth shouldn\'t be let into his world.
You don\'t belong here.
He had also insulted Hagrid, the one who had taken him away from his so-called family. Harry knew that somewhere in the back of his innocent mind, he had subconciously made the choice to avoid Draco after that... Harry just couldn\'t bear the thought that his angel thought so little of what was important to him, as well as Harry himself. And so when Draco\'s graceful pale hand had been extended to Harry in the Slytherin\'s terms of \"friendship\", Harry had known that at that point of time all Draco saw was a name... a title, really.
The Boy-Who-Lived.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pushing onwards through the labyrinth of dungeons in the bottom levels of Hogwarts, running until his muscles cramped and his breath faltered alarmingly from his parted lips, Draco collapsed into an ungainly heap. Chastening himself for being so clumsy, he stood up and smoothed down his robes. Trying with all his strength to compose himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Draco growled in frustration. He had made an idiot of himself in front of the fucking Boy-Who-Lived! He knew in his heart he was unable to swear about Harry...
The Boy-Who-Lived on the other hand, that was who he had been brought up to hate, to despise and taunt and to make a hell on earth for. To Draco they were two entirely different people, just like Draco saw himself as one person split in half. One side of him lusted for blood, for revenge for all previously suffered pains. This part was his animalistic instincts. That other him, the one which no one saw, was scared and lost in a darkness forced upon him since he had understood the meaning of the Dark. This half of himself huddled in the depths of misery hoping that someone, anyone, would take his hand and make him whole. Simply enough, pathetically enough, Draco sometimes told himself in self-loathing, all he wanted was love. That feeble, intangible emotion his parents had turned their noses up on.
When he had told Harry earlier that he liked him, he had lied. The truth was Draco loved him so much he would die for him. He would willingly face all Unforgivables for Harry\'s forgiveness. Forgiveness for not getting to know Harry when he had had the chance. For when he had extended his hand in friendship, it had been the only type of friendship Draco had been brought up to have, the type that was meant to get you furthest in life. And in that moment he had perhaps lost his only chance of ever learning what it could mean to be Harry\'s friend, for in that moment, a moment that seemed to have occured an eternity ago, he had only been seeing \"The Boy-Who-Lived\".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Evening gradually reached forth its shadowy hands through the vibrant winter sky, caressing the outer edges of Hogwarts. The destiny of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was about to change, just as the sky had changed, turning from light to darkness.
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End Chapter 1.