Sometimes

***I want to thank everyone for their imput. You guys dont know how much it means, especially from Keikokin. Thanks again. Here\'s another chapter...seeing as how my computer doesn\'t freak out and stop working befoe I get it posted...

No one has ever seen a Malfoy cry. Weakness is not in our vocabulary. I was utterly mortified. Harry laid back, pulling me with him. He was warm and soft. I laid there, wanting to scream and hit him until he forgot how frail I really was. But my body didn’t listen to my head. My arms wrapped around him tight as my cheek rest against his chest. His heart beat a whisper in my ear. Shame burned inside me. What would my father say if he had seen how I acted. I had disgraced my entire family.

“I never realized how incredibly alike we are.” His words startled me. I thought he had fallen back asleep.

“You’re a spoiled evil brat too?”

Chuckling, he played with my hair. It was such an intimate caress. Something a lover would do. “I always figured you had everything you ever wanted when we were growing up. You had the money. Magic from the beginning. The love of your parents.” I scoffed unwillingly. He paused. “I envied you some. I thought you got to choose your own destiny. From the beginning I was the Golden Boy. Everyone counted on me to beat Voldemort. I was alone. While you had everything.”

“So how exactly are we alike?” My voice was unnecessarily rough. I sat up and looked into the bright green emerald.

“We were both alone. We didn’t get to chose anything. Your father expected you to be a death eater, just like Dumbledore expected me to beat Voldemort. Neither of us got to just ‘feel‘,” his fingers cupped my cheek.

“What do you feel now,” I murmured, closing my eyes.

“Something I never understood,” his lips were cool as they pressed against mine. I whimpered into his mouth. His hands worked into my hair. My mouth hovered above his, our breaths mingling, “it scares the shit out of me Draco.”

“You,” I asked pulling back a little surprised, “Harry bloody Potter, scared?”

Sighing, he struggled to sit up. I rolled off of him and sat back. “It’s not that easy Draco. It never was. I was scared every time I faced Voldemort. I’ve seen so many people die because I wasn’t brave enough to save of them. If it wasn’t for me-”

“If it wasn’t for you many more people would have died,” I said it sternly. “You’re the bravest person I have ever met Harry.”
anteanted him to smile again but I realized I was seeing the side of Harry no one ever cared to see. Inside he was just as scared and lonely as I was. I was stupid to feel shame for just crying.
Harry was so much stronger than I could ever be because he ‘could’ cry.

“Are you hungry Harry?”

“Oh? Yes, I am.”

“Then it’s time we got breakfast.”

“Supper.” He corrected pointing to the clock.

Laughing, I stood and pulled him up. “Then supper it is.” My fingers hands nds of their own. Brushing hair from over his eyes, I smiled. Words couldn’t do justice to what I felt for Harry. My lips pressed against his temple. I squeezed his hand.

He squeezed back.


*THERE YOU GO!!! I\'ve gotten 6 and 7 done, so give me time...I\'ll get them up as quick as I can.