It Seems To Be

Warnings: A bit! –giggles-
Beta: Becky\'s asleep, but I just had to post it! So please excuse any mistakes.
Author Notes: THIS IS THE CHAPTER WITH LOTS OF EXPLINATIONS. And I swear, I didn’t plan any of this, lol. Most of the stuff in the story is just made up as I go along. The only thing I started out with was the whole Draco’s wife/parents die and he’s the only one left and then Harry and some love. But this is turning out to be so complex, lol. I love it! But it’s still crap. Enjoy :)

“I was a lot stronger than I seemed, Harry. I really think that the only reason you were above me in most things was that I was exhausted all the time. Living in the dungeons at school was painful. It took a lot of strength to keep the glamour on all day. I did well with my studies because sitting in the library wasn’t detrimental to my health. I could sit and study without having to keep the illusion going.

But you made everything better for me. That’s why I tried to bother you as much as I could. I felt happier and healthier in your presence. Didn’t it sometimes feel like you couldn’t turn a corner without seeing me? I followed you on purpose. My “hate” for you was an easy cover.

Upon entering school, I had two choices. Be your friend or be your enemy. Either way we spent a lot of time together. But since you decided you didn’t like me, and I obviously didn’t give you much of a choice, I had to pick up the enemy part. Do you remember any of this?”

Draco sat lounging in the kitchen smoking a cigarette. Harry, however, sat stock still with his hands in his lap, his eyes fixated on them, trying to put the pieces together.

“No, I don’t. But I suppose it makes sense. That doesn’t explain your illness, though.” Harry’s voice was small and sad. He felt as if parts of his life were missing, and the fact that those parts included what may have been good times with Draco hurt deeper than the rest of it.

“There’s nothing to explain my illness. It’s a magical mystery. My body just does not like that kind of magic. My bedroom was carefully warded so that I could stay there and be alright at the same time. So I spent most of my home life stuck in my room. My father paid many people to try and find a cure, but to no avail.

It may have seemed that I loved him, and that he held some affection for me in return, but it wasn’t like that at all. I was the bane of his existence. A Malfoy incapable of being a dark wizard? I was useless to the family line. So I had to try and shine in other places, but I was slightly disabled, and had you for competition.”

Harry pursed his lips and lifted his eyes to meet Draco’s.

“So you were just like me? Locked up from the world because you were a freak different from your entire family?” Draco smiled sadly and nodded.

“Alright then,” Harry said, taking a deep breath. “Tell me what happened at school since I don’t seem to remember.” As another cigarette was smothered in a paper cup being used as a makeshift ashtray, Harry took the pack off the table and put it in the pocket of his shirt. “No more chain smoking, not right now. Just tell me.”

Draco frowned and pouted, but began talking again anyway.

“It was a Friday night in early spring. I had a cloak, just like you. I actually slept inside the Gryffindor Tower sometimes. Do you remember that chair in the very back of the common room that people never liked to sit at? I cursed it. I had to make sure no one would ever sit there if I was to sleep in the same chair on occasion. Sometimes I simply followed you around at night because I could go a whole day without using the glamour when I did. But anyway, that’s all off topic.

I was becoming addicted to feeling normal. That night at dinner I snuck up into the Tower and slept in your bed. Normally I’m a very light sleeper, so I didn’t expect to be very long. But I slept through all your roommates making noise getting ready for bed after dinner, homework, and ‘play time.’

Somehow you didn’t notice that there was a body in your bed until you actually went to get in it. Everyone else in the room was asleep by the time you came to bed. I assumed you had stayed up sulking somewhere. When you got in your bed you felt me there and almost screamed. But by the time you had touched the sheets I was wide awake. I was able to get my hand around your mouth so you wouldn’t make any noise. You demanded to know what I was doing there, of course. I was cornered so I just decided to spill.

I told you about how sick I was and that for some reason I only felt better around you. You didn’t believe me, so I started talking about the uh, not good kind of curses, and I passed right out. You actually slapped me a few times! I was shocked, but only just. I told you I wasn’t a wizard…for…that not-good guy and that I wanted to help.

So I told you everything I had heard in passing from my dorm mates about the attack. I was willing to tell you I hung the bloody moon if it only meant I could be so close to you. My head was swimming; it felt so good to be so near. I was sick to the point of death for so long in my life that. I felt like I could walk on water. I wasn’t even paying attention to what you were saying anymore.

And then I kissed you. And the world seemed to disappear. Even more shocking was that you responded to me. The feel of your lips moving under mine made my heart burst into flame. Every cell of my body cried out in awakening and I couldn’t stop. And you weren’t forcing me to. I thought I was dying until I realized that I had just never felt so alive before.

Well, to cut the story short, by the time you came up for air you were on top of me dry humping my thigh and slobbering into my mouth. I didn’t know you had it in you! I was so surprised, and quite pleased with you as well. You looked at me with such clear horror in your eyes, and at that moment I felt as if I really had died. You told me to send you a letter in the morning with warning about the attack. And then you ran. I had no idea you cast a memory charm. I just thought you remembered your hate for me and didn’t look back.”

By the time Draco finished speaking, he looked up at Harry to see tears in the man’s eyes.

“Harry?”

And then he ran again.