I Don't Love You
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
6,475
Reviews:
27
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Two
Draco's POV
He was now sitting in front of Severus, drinking a cup of tea nervously. There was no apparent sign of Harry being there. Or maybe, he was somewhere on the grounds, and had not talked to anyone here yet, his mind said hopefully.
Severus sat there, unblinking, probably waiting for him to start the conversation. It had been a long time since he stepped into Hogwarts, and this would most likely mean a major problem. Draco wasn't one for pleasantries, after all.
He spoke up, wincing about having to go through the same process as he did just now. It wasn't as though he could lie to Severus. That guy took up Dumbledore's post as Headmaster, for god's sake. He probably had like thousands of lie detectors sitting underneath the desk, waiting to alert him of any lies said.
The response he received was expected. Harry was not in Hogwarts, and he could jolly well get his arse out of his office before a well-aimed hex got rid of what had caused all these problems in the first place. Severus was vicious when it came to hurting anyone he cared about.
Now he really wanted to break down in tears. Harry truly didn't want to be found. And he did not have any ideas about where else he could find him.
How the fuck can you find a wizard that doesn't want to be found? Searching for his magic could be one option. A spell cast would always leave a trace of the caster's magic, which could be detected through means of another spell. But this would not be reliable. There were ways to go around leaving that trace of magic, by erasing it. Or else, the spell to detect such traces couldn't differentiate the casters if they were in one big group. For example, if Harry was to be hiding at the Leaky Cauldron, the spell would not work, due to the large amount of magic being cast there.
He could send owls to Harry, pleading with him to come back, but that wasn't likely. Harry might just burn up all letters from him, and judging from Harry's character, he would never accept a traitor. And that was what he was. A traitor.
The detecting spell was his only hope then, unless he could think of others.
Harry's POV
He was onboard the ship. Could it even be called a ship? It didn't feel like a ship. If not for the fact that he was surrounded by sea he would have thought that he was on land.
There was a list of programmes that was going on placed on the table in his room. Scanning through it quickly, he didn't find any that interested him at the moment. And he didn't want to be cooped up in his room as well. I guess, that leaves the deck for me. I could work on my tan...
And thus, he found himself on the deck, lying in a sun chair. The staff was extremely helpful, appearing and disappearing quickly, with his magarita on the table next to him. If he didn't know that this was a muggle cruise ship he would have thought they used magic.
Shading his eyes against the sun, he finally relaxed. The past few days had him figuring out ways to get admission onto the cruise, as well as trying to forget what had happened. He hadn't actually succeeded in that, but surveying the area, there was likely a chance that he could do so. There were a lot of distractions there, and by distractions, he meant tennis courts, libraries, movie theaters and such. Not cute guys, although there were many as well. He was heart-broken, not blind.
His eyes widened. There was a tiny speck in the sky, looking somewhat like an owl. He turned his head around quickly, hoping that no one noticed. Highly unlikely, seeing that the staff were trained to give them their best services. Hopefully, they would ignore it, and think it as some weird quirk of his.
The owl landed near him, as expected. Removing the letter from its feet and letting it go as quickly as possible, he knew that the letter was from Ron and Hermione. He recognized their owl, after all.
Reading the letter, he frowned. So Draco was looking for him. Should he feel elated about that? That could be pondered over later. What amused him was the postscript at the end. He was amused about Draco being hurt. Well, that should be one step closer to healing, wouldn't it? He cheered for Ron mentally.
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hmm. as you can see... i'll be posting everyday. as long as i have chapters to post. readers on ff.net will know that i can take really really long breaks. but i'll come back to finish te story. i always hate to read a WIP that's never complete. makes me wanna choke the author. lol.
by the way... some of you guys have wanted a certain ending. others have wanted another. me? i want a specific one. but to please me readers... since i'm posting on two sites, i'm going to have a different ending on each site. you guys can read it yourself to find out the endings. i'll inform you when the story is complete.
i'll post the link to IDLY on ff.net asap. ff.net's fucking me up.
enjoy!
He was now sitting in front of Severus, drinking a cup of tea nervously. There was no apparent sign of Harry being there. Or maybe, he was somewhere on the grounds, and had not talked to anyone here yet, his mind said hopefully.
Severus sat there, unblinking, probably waiting for him to start the conversation. It had been a long time since he stepped into Hogwarts, and this would most likely mean a major problem. Draco wasn't one for pleasantries, after all.
He spoke up, wincing about having to go through the same process as he did just now. It wasn't as though he could lie to Severus. That guy took up Dumbledore's post as Headmaster, for god's sake. He probably had like thousands of lie detectors sitting underneath the desk, waiting to alert him of any lies said.
The response he received was expected. Harry was not in Hogwarts, and he could jolly well get his arse out of his office before a well-aimed hex got rid of what had caused all these problems in the first place. Severus was vicious when it came to hurting anyone he cared about.
Now he really wanted to break down in tears. Harry truly didn't want to be found. And he did not have any ideas about where else he could find him.
How the fuck can you find a wizard that doesn't want to be found? Searching for his magic could be one option. A spell cast would always leave a trace of the caster's magic, which could be detected through means of another spell. But this would not be reliable. There were ways to go around leaving that trace of magic, by erasing it. Or else, the spell to detect such traces couldn't differentiate the casters if they were in one big group. For example, if Harry was to be hiding at the Leaky Cauldron, the spell would not work, due to the large amount of magic being cast there.
He could send owls to Harry, pleading with him to come back, but that wasn't likely. Harry might just burn up all letters from him, and judging from Harry's character, he would never accept a traitor. And that was what he was. A traitor.
The detecting spell was his only hope then, unless he could think of others.
Harry's POV
He was onboard the ship. Could it even be called a ship? It didn't feel like a ship. If not for the fact that he was surrounded by sea he would have thought that he was on land.
There was a list of programmes that was going on placed on the table in his room. Scanning through it quickly, he didn't find any that interested him at the moment. And he didn't want to be cooped up in his room as well. I guess, that leaves the deck for me. I could work on my tan...
And thus, he found himself on the deck, lying in a sun chair. The staff was extremely helpful, appearing and disappearing quickly, with his magarita on the table next to him. If he didn't know that this was a muggle cruise ship he would have thought they used magic.
Shading his eyes against the sun, he finally relaxed. The past few days had him figuring out ways to get admission onto the cruise, as well as trying to forget what had happened. He hadn't actually succeeded in that, but surveying the area, there was likely a chance that he could do so. There were a lot of distractions there, and by distractions, he meant tennis courts, libraries, movie theaters and such. Not cute guys, although there were many as well. He was heart-broken, not blind.
His eyes widened. There was a tiny speck in the sky, looking somewhat like an owl. He turned his head around quickly, hoping that no one noticed. Highly unlikely, seeing that the staff were trained to give them their best services. Hopefully, they would ignore it, and think it as some weird quirk of his.
The owl landed near him, as expected. Removing the letter from its feet and letting it go as quickly as possible, he knew that the letter was from Ron and Hermione. He recognized their owl, after all.
Reading the letter, he frowned. So Draco was looking for him. Should he feel elated about that? That could be pondered over later. What amused him was the postscript at the end. He was amused about Draco being hurt. Well, that should be one step closer to healing, wouldn't it? He cheered for Ron mentally.
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hmm. as you can see... i'll be posting everyday. as long as i have chapters to post. readers on ff.net will know that i can take really really long breaks. but i'll come back to finish te story. i always hate to read a WIP that's never complete. makes me wanna choke the author. lol.
by the way... some of you guys have wanted a certain ending. others have wanted another. me? i want a specific one. but to please me readers... since i'm posting on two sites, i'm going to have a different ending on each site. you guys can read it yourself to find out the endings. i'll inform you when the story is complete.
i'll post the link to IDLY on ff.net asap. ff.net's fucking me up.
enjoy!