Hello

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the creation of J.K. Rowling. I am merely making her world a whole lot better.

Warning: Mentions yaoi, Harry/Draco, Death Fic, eventual NC-17, just not during the first chapter. There will be much more angst later on.

A/N: I would like to thank chantalmalfoy, first of all, for reading my first fic to be posted, and second of all, for helping me with my warning. Before this fic, I had never posted any of my fics before and was unsure of what to put in the description and warning. Also, the title means that the BEGINNING of the story is in reality, the END of their love story, hence the title: Alpha and Omega. So it\'s not really meant to be this short.

*YOU SHOULD PROBABLY READ THE A/N TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY. I\'VE JUST STUMBLED UPON THE FIRST CONFUSED REVIEWER FOR THIS FIC AND I\'M DOING MY BEST TO AVOID THO

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Alpha and Omega


// “Hello, are you going to Hogwarts too? I’m a first year, you?” //

// “Word on the train is that you’re Harry Potter.” //

// “Well if it isn’t Potty and his little friends?” //

// “Watch out Scar-head, you and your kind will be next.” //

// “What’s the matter, crying over Cedric are we? Potty’s a crybaby.” //

I can’t stand this. Every time we’ve met in the past, I’ve always started everything first. I’m sure you wouldn’t even bother to give me the time of the day. I needed you, craved anything I could get from you. And I was just another toy for you to break. Another roll in the hay for you. Another notch to add to your headboard. Another conquest to laugh about with your fire-haired Weasel. Just another joke. You didn’t think that showing everyone pictures you had taken of us, shoving me out in broad daylight would have been too much, for you , it was just another game. I’m a madman, and you’ve been the one to drive me over the edge. I look out from the window and smile. Since graduation, I’ve been living in this apartment, far from Malfoy Manor, from where I’ve been exiled. I stroll casually to my terrace and lean against the railing. The door clicks and I see you walk nervously into my apartment, holding the suicide letter I sent out to everyone. I wouldn’t have thought that you’d have gotten it so soon, much less have read it and reacted. You stand behind the screen door and rest your hand on it.
“Malfoy.” You say, “ Malfoy, don’t do this. Have you thought it through? You really don’t want to do this.”
You’ve never called me by my first name, not even in the throes of passion. Not once, does it disgust you that much?
“Harry, give me a reason why I don’t want to do this. Just give me one reasonable one and I won’t do it.”
You flinch as I call you by your given name and I smirk at that.
“I- I love you.”
How quaint, using my weakness, to try to manipulate me once again. What’s in it for you, Harry, besides keeping up your image of the perfect hero? You want to play games? Very well, I’ll play this last one with you.
“Harry, Harry, perhaps you should have let the Sorting Hat sort you into Slytherin after all. Very well, you have kept me alive. Although I must say that I’m not convinced.”
You sigh, relieved that my death shall not be on your hands. But you have made no effort to open the screen door to come near me.
“Come Harry, let us drink a toast to another day that I am alive.”
Oh unsuspecting Harry, how foolish you are. I smile as I make our drinks for us. Harry, as usual is in the mood for his gin with lemon and salt. I prepare the same for me, mixing ‘salt’ into my gin. Harry has no idea that I have slipped poison into my own drink. To my surprise, he takes it from my hand and I am forced to propose that we exchange drinks as a vow of new beginnings, indeed. Harry sleeps in my apartment tonight. I write a new letter and place it beside his head for him to find when he wakes up the next morning. And then I lay me down to sleep for the Pied Piper to lead me away.


Harry awoke and immediately saw the small piece of folded cream colored parchment paper. He paled as he realized what it was and rushed to Malfoy’s room. There he found the cold and pale body. He let out a wail of anguish and clasped the other boy to him. His only love, and realized so late.
“Why Draco, why?”
“His diary is on the desk, dear.”
The mirror spoke to Harry. Harry read what Draco had written and noticed that the folded parchment he is still holding fits the torn part of the last page. He opens it and few words are written, but they are enough.

You could have had me at hello …