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The Things He Never Said
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,750
Reviews:
22
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Currently Reading:
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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.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
Chapter 4: The Light at the End of the Tunnel
My first day at Malfoy manor is…
“Ow!”
…Surprisingly…
“Ow!”
…painless.
“Ow! Could you be a little bit nicer with the…nngh...Thorns…?”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Are you sure your father’s too busy?”
“Hush Potter and stop being such a baby. My father’s worse. He’d just drag everything out longer than necessary.”
“I think I’d almost prefer that.” “Hey! Don’t injure the injured! That’s mean!”
“When have you known me to ever be nice, Potter?”
Harry wondered when he started feeling comfortable joking and pouting around Draco Malfoy. They were sworn enemies, right? Bitter rivals to the end?
“Why do you hate me?”
He couldn’t have stopped the question if he tried. The one thing he’s always wanted to ask dived from his lips. He didn’t get the chance to “look” before he “leapt,” and Harry wondered why his Gryffindor tendencies suddenly decided now to override his brain. Maybe it was the fact that he was currently in his enemy’s humble (if you could honestly call it that) abode and said enemy was currently dressing his sprained arm in a muggle slingshot. Everything seemed so surreal already; he might as well be surreal himself.
“Potter…”
“I want to know, Malfoy. Why do you hate me?”
“You’re going to get mixed up very soon between my father and I like that, Potter.”
“Fine, Draco. Would you please stop changing the topic and answer my question?”
It was a while before Draco said anything other than the necessary directives. “Raise your arm.” “Take a breath in.” “Breathe out.” “Tell me if this hurts.” Harry waited patiently till Draco slowly finished dressing his wounds, because no matter how hard the boy tries, he can’t drag it out for forever. He’ll eventually have to finish and face the question Harry asked. He finished dressing Harry’s wounds, and took time to list their current medical supply stock and alphabetize them by letter and by strength. However, eventually, Draco did indeed find that he no longer had anymore sources of procrastination to rudely waste Harry’s time with, so quietly, he sat down.
“I didn’t…Hate you. I was angry at you and it came out as hate, but I never truly hated you.”
“First year, I asked for your hand in friendship, and you turned me down. You not only turned me down, you refused to shake my hand, blatantly stated I was not your type, and chose a Weasley of all people over me. I felt hurt, and angry, and dejected, because believe it or not, I genuinely wanted to be your friend when I offered. To be so coldly brushed off hurt more than anything possibly could. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to see you hurt like I hurt on those front steps.”
“Draco…”
“Weasley and Granger bloody pissed me off, because they constantly reminded me of what I couldn’t have. What I was rejected. What was stolen from me. I hated them, but I never hated you.”
“Wow…I…I thought you were an arrogant little prick who wouldn’t know good friends if the kidnapped him and screamed “I love you” in your ear. I never…I never once thought I hurt your feelings on that doorstep.
“Yeah? Well you did. A lot. Now if you’ll ex…”
“Wait!”
Harry grabbed Draco’s elbow with his good arm and begged him not to excuse himself.
“I never took the chance to know you, Draco, and for that…I’m sorry. Can we please start over? From the beginning?”
“Potter.”
“Please, Draco. I never meant to be so cruel to you back then. I should’ve handed it a lot better, and I didn’t. Please allow me to correct the major mistake that I made.”
“I don’t remember the words.”
“Well Weasley’s not here.”
“True…”
“So how about it?”
Draco bit gently at his lip – another bad habit his father abhorred and if was in the room would correct with his cane, and thought. Harry seems sincere in this. Besides,…It would only be a darker bruise to his ego.
“Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy and it’s nice to meet you.”
Draco held out his hand, and without missing a beat, Harry clasped it with his own – giving it a good firm shake.
“My name is Harry Potter, and it’s very nice to meet you too.”
Harry even smiled at the end and Draco couldn’t help breaking out a grin of his own.
Sitting on the bed and laughing with Draco over some nonsense about Quidditch, everything finally seemed right. Things were finally finally starting to look up for him.
A/N: Alright. That's it. ^_^ Three chapters in one day. Tell me what you think. Is it rushed...grammatical mistakes I somehow missed...Things you wish I'd added in...
I spent quite a bit of time on these, so I'd really like to know how they turned out.
^_^ Awaiting your reviews,
---Valerie
My first day at Malfoy manor is…
“Ow!”
…Surprisingly…
“Ow!”
…painless.
“Ow! Could you be a little bit nicer with the…nngh...Thorns…?”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Are you sure your father’s too busy?”
“Hush Potter and stop being such a baby. My father’s worse. He’d just drag everything out longer than necessary.”
“I think I’d almost prefer that.” “Hey! Don’t injure the injured! That’s mean!”
“When have you known me to ever be nice, Potter?”
Harry wondered when he started feeling comfortable joking and pouting around Draco Malfoy. They were sworn enemies, right? Bitter rivals to the end?
“Why do you hate me?”
He couldn’t have stopped the question if he tried. The one thing he’s always wanted to ask dived from his lips. He didn’t get the chance to “look” before he “leapt,” and Harry wondered why his Gryffindor tendencies suddenly decided now to override his brain. Maybe it was the fact that he was currently in his enemy’s humble (if you could honestly call it that) abode and said enemy was currently dressing his sprained arm in a muggle slingshot. Everything seemed so surreal already; he might as well be surreal himself.
“Potter…”
“I want to know, Malfoy. Why do you hate me?”
“You’re going to get mixed up very soon between my father and I like that, Potter.”
“Fine, Draco. Would you please stop changing the topic and answer my question?”
It was a while before Draco said anything other than the necessary directives. “Raise your arm.” “Take a breath in.” “Breathe out.” “Tell me if this hurts.” Harry waited patiently till Draco slowly finished dressing his wounds, because no matter how hard the boy tries, he can’t drag it out for forever. He’ll eventually have to finish and face the question Harry asked. He finished dressing Harry’s wounds, and took time to list their current medical supply stock and alphabetize them by letter and by strength. However, eventually, Draco did indeed find that he no longer had anymore sources of procrastination to rudely waste Harry’s time with, so quietly, he sat down.
“I didn’t…Hate you. I was angry at you and it came out as hate, but I never truly hated you.”
“First year, I asked for your hand in friendship, and you turned me down. You not only turned me down, you refused to shake my hand, blatantly stated I was not your type, and chose a Weasley of all people over me. I felt hurt, and angry, and dejected, because believe it or not, I genuinely wanted to be your friend when I offered. To be so coldly brushed off hurt more than anything possibly could. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to see you hurt like I hurt on those front steps.”
“Draco…”
“Weasley and Granger bloody pissed me off, because they constantly reminded me of what I couldn’t have. What I was rejected. What was stolen from me. I hated them, but I never hated you.”
“Wow…I…I thought you were an arrogant little prick who wouldn’t know good friends if the kidnapped him and screamed “I love you” in your ear. I never…I never once thought I hurt your feelings on that doorstep.
“Yeah? Well you did. A lot. Now if you’ll ex…”
“Wait!”
Harry grabbed Draco’s elbow with his good arm and begged him not to excuse himself.
“I never took the chance to know you, Draco, and for that…I’m sorry. Can we please start over? From the beginning?”
“Potter.”
“Please, Draco. I never meant to be so cruel to you back then. I should’ve handed it a lot better, and I didn’t. Please allow me to correct the major mistake that I made.”
“I don’t remember the words.”
“Well Weasley’s not here.”
“True…”
“So how about it?”
Draco bit gently at his lip – another bad habit his father abhorred and if was in the room would correct with his cane, and thought. Harry seems sincere in this. Besides,…It would only be a darker bruise to his ego.
“Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy and it’s nice to meet you.”
Draco held out his hand, and without missing a beat, Harry clasped it with his own – giving it a good firm shake.
“My name is Harry Potter, and it’s very nice to meet you too.”
Harry even smiled at the end and Draco couldn’t help breaking out a grin of his own.
Sitting on the bed and laughing with Draco over some nonsense about Quidditch, everything finally seemed right. Things were finally finally starting to look up for him.
A/N: Alright. That's it. ^_^ Three chapters in one day. Tell me what you think. Is it rushed...grammatical mistakes I somehow missed...Things you wish I'd added in...
I spent quite a bit of time on these, so I'd really like to know how they turned out.
^_^ Awaiting your reviews,
---Valerie