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Jumping
Title: Turret Dancing
Chapter: 2/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess also known as BSG
Rating: T
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is AU and does not take place within the Harry Potter timeline, will contain relationships of the homosexual nature, and talks of suicide
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Chapter Two: Jumping
He hummed a tune that sounded suspiciously like an upbeat and happy version of the funeral march as he jumped from turret to turret. Harry spun on one, leaping in the air and laughing at the rush as he had safety on one side and a plummet to his death on the other.
Bright green eyes turned to the door and he smiled, even waved at the blonde coming through it before he jumped to another turret.
"You came," he chuckled which caused the blonde to scowl as Malfoy walked towards him and he leapt over two of the turrets with ease.
"Of course I came Potter; since you're impossible to kill I want a front row seat when you plunge to your well deserved death."
Harry turned to face him before he walked over the turrets as if it was simply a stroll along the grass towards Malfoy.
"Well deserved?"
"Taunting death such as you are? Yes, well deserved."
He chuckled again and leaned forward, placing his hands on his hips as he gazed down at the distant ground.
"Why Malfoy, didn't you know? We're all taunting death by waking up the next morning. Besides we were born to die."
"Well aren't you cheerful," Malfoy rolled his eyes as he leaned his elbows on the top of a turret.
"A regular ray of sunshine!" he grinned as he spun on one foot, his arms spread out at his side.
"Well sunshine, it's night now."
"Oh noticed that did you Captain Obvious?"
"Why yes, Mr. Oblivious, there will be grass growing tomorrow as well."
They both snorted in amusement and shook their heads. That they were in unison in their actions didn't really bother them as they didn't notice it.
"So you're basically begging death to kill you, are you?" Malfoy broke their silence.
"No Malfoy I'm taunting death," Harry replied, grinning in challenge.
"Of course you are Potter," Malfoy closed his eyes and Harry moved to sit down.
"You're here early, no lost little first years?"
"Surprisingly, you're more interesting than terrorizing first years, though I haven't found much difference in intelligence yet," Malfoy rested his chin in his palm.
"Well with your face you could terrorize Voldemort, Malfoy."
His statement caused Malfoy to open a single eye as a manicured brow rose in question.
"Mnn, then I'll kick him out of the position of Dark Lord and I'll rule. I would actually succeed since I would just kill you in your sleep and be done with it."
"Oh no no Malfoy, you can't just simply kill me while I sleep, that goes against the law of Dark Lords. You have to have some elaborate scheme that won't make any sense to anyone - not even yourself - and it will be so complicated that you will eventually have to pull a rabbit out of your hat."
Malfoy opened both eyes and just looked at Harry for a long moment, blinking at least twice before he snorted in amusement, a real smile pulling across his lips. Harry smiled back, somewhat surprised that a true smiled softened the Slytherin's face with such ease.
"A rabbit huh?" Malfoy gazed back over the horizon.
They stayed smiling like that and staring out at the horizon.
"You going to stay the night Malfoy?"
"Afraid not Potter. I - unlike certain people - enjoy my sleep."
Harry's smile became strained and he looked up at the blanket of stars as he leaned back on his hands.
"So do I," he replied in such a simple tone.
The answer caused something. They both became aware of the sudden heaviness surrounding them. They became aware that something between them had just shifted.
Malfoy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, but it proved to be a fruitless action.
They were stuck in the silence and Harry winced, rubbing his arms, as if cold.
"Hey…" Malfoy started, frowning as if he were fighting against the weight, "about the newt in your potion today…"
Harry blinked and raised a brow at Malfoy's choice of topic to get rid of the tension. He shook his head.
"Eh, it was already ruined and I'm used to that sort of thing anyways."
"All the same," Malfoy pressed on.
"Yeah alright," Harry replied, attempting to smile.
"So Madam Pomfrey?"
"No, Snape, shoved the counter right down my throat, nearly gagged from the taste."
Malfoy scowled and he looked up at the stars.
"Well if it's any consolation you don't look better with blood boils."
Harry snorted in amusement.
"Thanks, I guess," a grin pulled across his lips, "So you find me attractive without them do you?" he chuckled, the weight seeming to have lifted.
"Don't be daft, I'd rather kiss a hippogriff than stare at your face more than I already have to," his voice was serious but a smirk was on his lips.
"Yes but how do you really feel?"
"I really feel like you're an ass."
They watched in silence as the moon went further on its journey and Malfoy finally pushed away from the wall, Harry looked over to him.
"I have to go; I have to report on my rounds."
"Alright."
"Are you going to continue once I leave?"
"Well sorry to disappoint Malfoy but you don't really dictate my actions."
Malfoy snorted and shook his head.
"If you fall it's your own fault."
"I don't intend on falling."
"I'm sure Voldemort was sure he could kill a baby."
"Touché," Harry chuckled and waved as he stood up. "Later Malfoy."
"Try to get some sleep Potter," Malfoy replied before he went over to the door and left.
Harry turned to gaze back out at the horizon and then stepped over to the next turret, humming once more although with lack-luster enthusiasm as he jumped from turret to turret, knowing that the rush would slowly elevate his mood.
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Chapter: 2/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess also known as BSG
Rating: T
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is AU and does not take place within the Harry Potter timeline, will contain relationships of the homosexual nature, and talks of suicide
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Chapter Two: Jumping
He hummed a tune that sounded suspiciously like an upbeat and happy version of the funeral march as he jumped from turret to turret. Harry spun on one, leaping in the air and laughing at the rush as he had safety on one side and a plummet to his death on the other.
Bright green eyes turned to the door and he smiled, even waved at the blonde coming through it before he jumped to another turret.
"You came," he chuckled which caused the blonde to scowl as Malfoy walked towards him and he leapt over two of the turrets with ease.
"Of course I came Potter; since you're impossible to kill I want a front row seat when you plunge to your well deserved death."
Harry turned to face him before he walked over the turrets as if it was simply a stroll along the grass towards Malfoy.
"Well deserved?"
"Taunting death such as you are? Yes, well deserved."
He chuckled again and leaned forward, placing his hands on his hips as he gazed down at the distant ground.
"Why Malfoy, didn't you know? We're all taunting death by waking up the next morning. Besides we were born to die."
"Well aren't you cheerful," Malfoy rolled his eyes as he leaned his elbows on the top of a turret.
"A regular ray of sunshine!" he grinned as he spun on one foot, his arms spread out at his side.
"Well sunshine, it's night now."
"Oh noticed that did you Captain Obvious?"
"Why yes, Mr. Oblivious, there will be grass growing tomorrow as well."
They both snorted in amusement and shook their heads. That they were in unison in their actions didn't really bother them as they didn't notice it.
"So you're basically begging death to kill you, are you?" Malfoy broke their silence.
"No Malfoy I'm taunting death," Harry replied, grinning in challenge.
"Of course you are Potter," Malfoy closed his eyes and Harry moved to sit down.
"You're here early, no lost little first years?"
"Surprisingly, you're more interesting than terrorizing first years, though I haven't found much difference in intelligence yet," Malfoy rested his chin in his palm.
"Well with your face you could terrorize Voldemort, Malfoy."
His statement caused Malfoy to open a single eye as a manicured brow rose in question.
"Mnn, then I'll kick him out of the position of Dark Lord and I'll rule. I would actually succeed since I would just kill you in your sleep and be done with it."
"Oh no no Malfoy, you can't just simply kill me while I sleep, that goes against the law of Dark Lords. You have to have some elaborate scheme that won't make any sense to anyone - not even yourself - and it will be so complicated that you will eventually have to pull a rabbit out of your hat."
Malfoy opened both eyes and just looked at Harry for a long moment, blinking at least twice before he snorted in amusement, a real smile pulling across his lips. Harry smiled back, somewhat surprised that a true smiled softened the Slytherin's face with such ease.
"A rabbit huh?" Malfoy gazed back over the horizon.
They stayed smiling like that and staring out at the horizon.
"You going to stay the night Malfoy?"
"Afraid not Potter. I - unlike certain people - enjoy my sleep."
Harry's smile became strained and he looked up at the blanket of stars as he leaned back on his hands.
"So do I," he replied in such a simple tone.
The answer caused something. They both became aware of the sudden heaviness surrounding them. They became aware that something between them had just shifted.
Malfoy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the feeling, but it proved to be a fruitless action.
They were stuck in the silence and Harry winced, rubbing his arms, as if cold.
"Hey…" Malfoy started, frowning as if he were fighting against the weight, "about the newt in your potion today…"
Harry blinked and raised a brow at Malfoy's choice of topic to get rid of the tension. He shook his head.
"Eh, it was already ruined and I'm used to that sort of thing anyways."
"All the same," Malfoy pressed on.
"Yeah alright," Harry replied, attempting to smile.
"So Madam Pomfrey?"
"No, Snape, shoved the counter right down my throat, nearly gagged from the taste."
Malfoy scowled and he looked up at the stars.
"Well if it's any consolation you don't look better with blood boils."
Harry snorted in amusement.
"Thanks, I guess," a grin pulled across his lips, "So you find me attractive without them do you?" he chuckled, the weight seeming to have lifted.
"Don't be daft, I'd rather kiss a hippogriff than stare at your face more than I already have to," his voice was serious but a smirk was on his lips.
"Yes but how do you really feel?"
"I really feel like you're an ass."
They watched in silence as the moon went further on its journey and Malfoy finally pushed away from the wall, Harry looked over to him.
"I have to go; I have to report on my rounds."
"Alright."
"Are you going to continue once I leave?"
"Well sorry to disappoint Malfoy but you don't really dictate my actions."
Malfoy snorted and shook his head.
"If you fall it's your own fault."
"I don't intend on falling."
"I'm sure Voldemort was sure he could kill a baby."
"Touché," Harry chuckled and waved as he stood up. "Later Malfoy."
"Try to get some sleep Potter," Malfoy replied before he went over to the door and left.
Harry turned to gaze back out at the horizon and then stepped over to the next turret, humming once more although with lack-luster enthusiasm as he jumped from turret to turret, knowing that the rush would slowly elevate his mood.
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