Summary: Draco/Harry slash. I've tried to avoid the "Draco and Harry put
aside all their mutual hate because they've realized they're soulmates"
thing, but I think all slash fics with them have a bit of them. Anyway, I
think they make a damn cute couple, and I don't care if it's unrealistic.
Pretty pretty please review! This is my first HP fic, and I usually write
really goofy X-Men sillyfic, so go easy on me. Oh, and here's me putting
down my own work: I think the slashy part is seriously rushed. I think
you'll agree. The title, by the way, is from a song by my favorite band,
the Barenaked Ladies. The story has nothing to with the song, except the
line, "If you fall, I'll pick you up." And if you see any §'s, ignore 'em.
It's my computer's fault. I tried to fix them but may have missed some.
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
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Call and Answer
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Outside, the rain was falling heavily, and every so often, a flash of lightning would light up the quickly darkening sky. But from where Harry stood at the window, he could make out the Quidditch field, and a team was still practicing on it, though he couldn't tell which one. He thought he saw a flash of green robe-probably the Slytherins. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look through the rain, but the team suddenly came together and hurried off the field, the practice over.
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The practice had ended and the Slytherin team had made their way to the locker room-all but one. Draco Malfoy hovered several feet over the field. There was really no reason to go in yet-no one would miss him. Not that there was anything better to do out here. He absentmindedly flew around the field a few times, and, hardly able to see through the rain, ended up soaring over the grounds without ever realizing it. ~I really should head in~ he thought. It was almost completely dark now, and the rain was falling even harder, if it was possible. In addition to making it almost impossible to see where he was going, the handle of his Nimbus 2001 was getting very slippery. He turned quickly to go back to the castle, but it was much farther away than it should have been. He had just enough time to see that he was flying over the Forbidden Forest before his hands slipped from the broom and he was plunging into it.
The tree branches stung Draco's skin as he crashed through them, but it was nothing compared to the pain that came when he hit the ground, hard. His leg twisted under him, and something cut into his back. For a moment he was sure he was dead, but no, there was far too much pain. There was a howl in the distance, and he suddenly remembered where he was. ~I *will* be dead if I don't get out of this forest~ He tried to get to his feet, but his body refused to respond. He tried again, managed to get almost into a sitting position, and a sharp pain like nothing he had ever felt before shot through his right leg. Draco fell back on the hard ground, utterly defeated.
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Harry had been sitting at the window ever since the practice had ended, and had decided that his initial suspicion had been correct. It *was* Malfoy out there acting like an idiot. He watched what was now a small speck zooming around the grounds. He obviously couldn't see where he was going-he was over the forest now. Harry briefly considered getting out the Firebolt and going after him, but no, if Malfoy wanted to get himself killed, then-
Suddenly, the speck became two specks, and one of them dropped into the forest as the other flew in a wide circle before crashing to the ground. It took Harry only an instant to realize what had happened before he was grabbing his invisibility cloak and racing down the stairs.
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Draco no longer knew what time it was, if he was awake or asleep, alive or dead. He didn't think he had been lying there that long, but it was hard to tell, especially since he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. What he did know was that the sky was black now, he was freezing cold, and soaking wet. Not much rain got through the trees, and now that he was out of the rain, he had realized how wet he really was. He was still unable to move, and he thought he heard someone calling him. But he knew that he was dreaming again, or else it was wishful thinking.
"Malfoy!"
Draco jumped, or the closest that one can come to jumping while lying on one'§ back. The voice had been very close, and very real. He tried to call, "Over here!" but his voice had failed him now too, for what came out was a croak. It seemed to be enough. He heard footsteps crunching over the ground, moving toward him. Then the steps stopped, and the last person he wanted to see appeared.
Harry Potter was standing over him, a concerned expression on his face. He was out of breath and had obviously been running.
"Malfoy-" he gasped, "you all right?" Then he noticed Draco's leg, twisted under him at an unnatural angle. "Can you walk?"
Draco certainly didn't want to admit that he couldn't even move, didn't want to be reliant upon Harry, but he appeared to have no choice. Without his help, he would be stuck here, possibly for hours, and that was *if* he could convince Potter to leave him alone, which didn't seem likely.
"Do you really think I'd be lying here in the middle of the forest if I could walk?" he snarled, his voice returning, but still hoarse.
The look of concern turned to anger.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm only trying to help. You don't have to be an ass about everything. Now come on, someone'§ going to be wondering where we are." He easily lifted Draco to his feet and put an arm around his waist to help support him. Draco found himself suddenly feeling remorse. He knew Harry was just trying to help, but he didn't like showing weakness in front of the other boy.
"I'm.sorry."
Harry looked surprised. "For what?"
"For-"he coughed, "for snapping at you."
If he had been surprised before, Harry was now shocked. "Uh.it'§ okay," he said, looking around. "By the way, do you have *any* idea where we are?"
Draco took a look around himself. They were surrounded by trees on every side. "No." he said slowly, fear rising in his chest. If weakness was the thing he hated most, fear came in a very close second.
"Look," Harry was saying, "if we just start walking in a straight line, we'll eventually find the way out of here." Draco nodded in agreement, and the two slowly set off. They walked, or, in Draco'§ case, limped, in silence for several minutes. Occasionally one or both of them would jump at a noise in the forest around them-twigs snapping, or something that sounded like a large animal running through the trees. Once Draco thought he heard something growl, but blamed it on his imagination. It seemed better than the other option.
Suddenly, there was a long, low howl that sounded like it had come from only inches away. Harry and Draco both heard it, and they knew they hadn't imagined it this time.
"Y-you think any of those stories about werewolves in here are true?" Draco asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice from shaking.
"Let'§ not find out," Harry replied, and before either of them could think, he had lifted Draco into his arms and was hurrying away from the direction the howl had come from. "Good thing you're light," he muttered.
Draco found himself gazing into two pools of deep green. ~That'§ corny~ he thought, the instant that thought popped into his head. ~But it's true. I could drown in his eyes~ He felt secure in the other boy's arms, and looking up into his face, had a sudden impulse to kiss him. Honestly, it wasn't the first time he had thought those things, though it was the first time he had allowed himself to think them. Thinking about it now, he realized that he had been in love with Harry Potter from the day they had met, but had pushed his feelings away. For one thing, how could he be in love with someone he barely knew? And anyway, he knew that Harry didn't feel the same way about him.
Or did he?
He realized now that he didn't *know* how Harry felt. He had *assumed.*
And now it seemed almost possible to him that the other boy might actually care about him in the same way. In any case, he had to find out. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Harry would think he was crazy, he would look like a complete idiot, but it was a bit late for that anyway.
"Harry?"
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From the author: Okay, I am so sorry to stop here! But my handwritten version (which is what I'm typing this up from) only goes on for about half a page more, and it ends right in the middle of this conversation, so I thought it would be better to wait until I finish that part. But I couldn't wait to put up the first part. I want reviews!
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
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Call and Answer
~*~*~*~
Outside, the rain was falling heavily, and every so often, a flash of lightning would light up the quickly darkening sky. But from where Harry stood at the window, he could make out the Quidditch field, and a team was still practicing on it, though he couldn't tell which one. He thought he saw a flash of green robe-probably the Slytherins. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look through the rain, but the team suddenly came together and hurried off the field, the practice over.
~*~*~*~
The practice had ended and the Slytherin team had made their way to the locker room-all but one. Draco Malfoy hovered several feet over the field. There was really no reason to go in yet-no one would miss him. Not that there was anything better to do out here. He absentmindedly flew around the field a few times, and, hardly able to see through the rain, ended up soaring over the grounds without ever realizing it. ~I really should head in~ he thought. It was almost completely dark now, and the rain was falling even harder, if it was possible. In addition to making it almost impossible to see where he was going, the handle of his Nimbus 2001 was getting very slippery. He turned quickly to go back to the castle, but it was much farther away than it should have been. He had just enough time to see that he was flying over the Forbidden Forest before his hands slipped from the broom and he was plunging into it.
The tree branches stung Draco's skin as he crashed through them, but it was nothing compared to the pain that came when he hit the ground, hard. His leg twisted under him, and something cut into his back. For a moment he was sure he was dead, but no, there was far too much pain. There was a howl in the distance, and he suddenly remembered where he was. ~I *will* be dead if I don't get out of this forest~ He tried to get to his feet, but his body refused to respond. He tried again, managed to get almost into a sitting position, and a sharp pain like nothing he had ever felt before shot through his right leg. Draco fell back on the hard ground, utterly defeated.
~*~*~*~
Harry had been sitting at the window ever since the practice had ended, and had decided that his initial suspicion had been correct. It *was* Malfoy out there acting like an idiot. He watched what was now a small speck zooming around the grounds. He obviously couldn't see where he was going-he was over the forest now. Harry briefly considered getting out the Firebolt and going after him, but no, if Malfoy wanted to get himself killed, then-
Suddenly, the speck became two specks, and one of them dropped into the forest as the other flew in a wide circle before crashing to the ground. It took Harry only an instant to realize what had happened before he was grabbing his invisibility cloak and racing down the stairs.
~*~*~*~
Draco no longer knew what time it was, if he was awake or asleep, alive or dead. He didn't think he had been lying there that long, but it was hard to tell, especially since he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. What he did know was that the sky was black now, he was freezing cold, and soaking wet. Not much rain got through the trees, and now that he was out of the rain, he had realized how wet he really was. He was still unable to move, and he thought he heard someone calling him. But he knew that he was dreaming again, or else it was wishful thinking.
"Malfoy!"
Draco jumped, or the closest that one can come to jumping while lying on one'§ back. The voice had been very close, and very real. He tried to call, "Over here!" but his voice had failed him now too, for what came out was a croak. It seemed to be enough. He heard footsteps crunching over the ground, moving toward him. Then the steps stopped, and the last person he wanted to see appeared.
Harry Potter was standing over him, a concerned expression on his face. He was out of breath and had obviously been running.
"Malfoy-" he gasped, "you all right?" Then he noticed Draco's leg, twisted under him at an unnatural angle. "Can you walk?"
Draco certainly didn't want to admit that he couldn't even move, didn't want to be reliant upon Harry, but he appeared to have no choice. Without his help, he would be stuck here, possibly for hours, and that was *if* he could convince Potter to leave him alone, which didn't seem likely.
"Do you really think I'd be lying here in the middle of the forest if I could walk?" he snarled, his voice returning, but still hoarse.
The look of concern turned to anger.
"Look, Malfoy, I'm only trying to help. You don't have to be an ass about everything. Now come on, someone'§ going to be wondering where we are." He easily lifted Draco to his feet and put an arm around his waist to help support him. Draco found himself suddenly feeling remorse. He knew Harry was just trying to help, but he didn't like showing weakness in front of the other boy.
"I'm.sorry."
Harry looked surprised. "For what?"
"For-"he coughed, "for snapping at you."
If he had been surprised before, Harry was now shocked. "Uh.it'§ okay," he said, looking around. "By the way, do you have *any* idea where we are?"
Draco took a look around himself. They were surrounded by trees on every side. "No." he said slowly, fear rising in his chest. If weakness was the thing he hated most, fear came in a very close second.
"Look," Harry was saying, "if we just start walking in a straight line, we'll eventually find the way out of here." Draco nodded in agreement, and the two slowly set off. They walked, or, in Draco'§ case, limped, in silence for several minutes. Occasionally one or both of them would jump at a noise in the forest around them-twigs snapping, or something that sounded like a large animal running through the trees. Once Draco thought he heard something growl, but blamed it on his imagination. It seemed better than the other option.
Suddenly, there was a long, low howl that sounded like it had come from only inches away. Harry and Draco both heard it, and they knew they hadn't imagined it this time.
"Y-you think any of those stories about werewolves in here are true?" Draco asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice from shaking.
"Let'§ not find out," Harry replied, and before either of them could think, he had lifted Draco into his arms and was hurrying away from the direction the howl had come from. "Good thing you're light," he muttered.
Draco found himself gazing into two pools of deep green. ~That'§ corny~ he thought, the instant that thought popped into his head. ~But it's true. I could drown in his eyes~ He felt secure in the other boy's arms, and looking up into his face, had a sudden impulse to kiss him. Honestly, it wasn't the first time he had thought those things, though it was the first time he had allowed himself to think them. Thinking about it now, he realized that he had been in love with Harry Potter from the day they had met, but had pushed his feelings away. For one thing, how could he be in love with someone he barely knew? And anyway, he knew that Harry didn't feel the same way about him.
Or did he?
He realized now that he didn't *know* how Harry felt. He had *assumed.*
And now it seemed almost possible to him that the other boy might actually care about him in the same way. In any case, he had to find out. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Harry would think he was crazy, he would look like a complete idiot, but it was a bit late for that anyway.
"Harry?"
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From the author: Okay, I am so sorry to stop here! But my handwritten version (which is what I'm typing this up from) only goes on for about half a page more, and it ends right in the middle of this conversation, so I thought it would be better to wait until I finish that part. But I couldn't wait to put up the first part. I want reviews!