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Title: You Make Me Complete

Pairing: Harry/Draco SLASH

Rating: Will be R-rated

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.

A/N - This is my first fanfic, and my first real experience with writing. I hope you'll enjoy!

Chapter one.
How it all Begins.

My name is Harry Potter. This is where I'm going to tell you my story. Of course, most of you already know my "story". I mean, I am The Boy Who Lived, right?

Well, this is not about the war against the Dark Lord (Even tough He will appear, too), This story is about the opposite of all the hate he caused us. This story is about me, the real me. About everything that I am. It's about the real me – my heart and my soul. This story is not about 'The Golden-Boy-Who-Lived' , This story is about Me, Harry Potter, and my life with Him. My life with the Love of my life. Draco Malfoy.

I won't blame you if you're confused now, thinking tings like "How the hell has this happened?" And that's exactly what I'm gonna tell you. How the hell this happened.

So - where to begin? Of course I should start to tell you that this is the happiest day of my life. Why? Be patient, I will come to that in quite some time.

The real start in this is in November, my fifth year at Hogwarts. Me and Draco... or Malfoy, as I still used to called him then, had had a pretty quiet year. No fights, no yelling-contests, no rude insults from him about my friends. I didn't really think about it much, I didn't really noticed when he stopped provoking us. Maybe I just thought that he had gotten tired of harassing us, or something. But then, one day in the end of November he appeared, out of nowhere.

I was standing with Ron and Hermione and talked. They had just told me that they were in love, and had become a couple. I was extremely happy for them, as I knew that they had loved each other since, very much forever, and I gave Ron a quick hug, and then I went over to Hermione, and as I saw how happy she was, with tears of happiness in her eyes, I pulled her in a long, warm, hug, as I whispered something like, "I'm so happy for you," in her ear. I was so very happy for her. Of course for Ron too, but Hermione had been more open to me about this than Ron had been. And even though Hermione don't looks it, she is very sensitive, and I had lost count on how many time she had come running to me many times, crying about what a blind, stupid fool Ron was, when he'd said or done something insensitive. Hermione and I have developed a somewhat brother- sister relationship, being able to talk about everything. So I hugged her tightly.

Then I felt a punch in my back, so hard that both Hermione and me fell over. I quickly swirled us around so that she wouldn't get smashed underneath me, so I fell down on my back, and she landed on top of me.

I quickly got up, letting Ron help his girlfriend up, and turned around and saw – Malfoy, of course. His face didn't show his usual trademark smirk. The only thing I saw in him, in his face, in his grey eyes, in his body language, in his everything was pure hate.

"What the fuck is your problem Malfoy?" I yelled at him, stepping closer towards him, but before I had time to pull out my wand, before I had time to think, before I could do anything he went after my throat. He looked absolutely crazy. I didn't tried to reflect over the reason, not bothering to think about why he was so angry all of a sudden. This anger didn't make any sense at all – but it was Malfoy, and what did ever make sense with him?

I don't think we fought for that long, but it was definitely long enough for us to hurt each other pretty badly, before, "POTTER! What do you think you are doing?" Snape's furious voice echoed in the hall, even though we had a pretty large audience.

I tried to explain to him that Malfoy was the one who went after me, but Snape, being Snape didn't believe me. Snape took 25 points from Gryffindor and 5 points from Slytherin (highly unfair!) But he did get both of us detention. And I'm so glad we both did get that detention! I guess I should thank Snape for that detention. Ha, as if I'd ever thank that old bat for anything.

After we had went to the hospital wing, and got some potions to ease the pain, and Madam Pomfrey had dressed our wounds, we went back to our classes, waiting for the detention that we would receive that evening.

Later on, about five in the afternoon, we were at Snape's dungeon, and we were supposed to clean the shelves from years and years of potions making. Using no magic, of course. I didn't think this task was that horrible, and I started to scrub my shelves The first half an hour went okay, we hadn't spoken a word since Snape had left us. But then I felt it.

I felt the stares. His eyes were so filled with... with something, and they burned my back as he was watching me. Which he did. A lot.

After a whileI couldn't take it anymore, and I quickly turned around and met his eyes. Mine was just as filled with anger as his, but in his eyes were also something else, which I didn't registered at the moment. It was hurt that was visible in his eyes, I realised that later.

But, as I said. I didn't saw that back then, and I snapped, "What?" I was furious with the slimy git, who was now smirking at me.

"Oh, it's nothing Potter." He drawled, sounding like the evil personified.

"Talk, Malfoy, or else I'm gonna curse you so you don't know how to spell your name!"

"Oh, that sounds dangerous. I was just wondering where your girlfriend is Potter. The mudblood seemed rather upset when I pushed you. Wonder why, though. I would have tought she wanted you on your back, all ready for her. Actually, I probably did her a favour." His voice dripped with loathing. The smirk was long gone, and replaced by that red hot Hate.

"Girlfriend? What in the bloody hell are you talking about, Malfoy? Hermione's not my girlfriend! And how can you say something like that about her, she's one of the most wonderful people there is. One of the best friends!" I screamed, shaking with loathing, ange, fury.

It is actually kind of funny when I think about it, today, of all days. So much anger. So much loathing. But back then it was not funny at all. It was terrible. I hated it all the way down to the very bone. I really didn't want to fight him. I didn't want to fight anyone. But I didn't have much say in the matter. When he snapped, I snapped back, and it just kind of snowballed from there.

And with that, The yelling contest begun. We kept throwing insults at each other from across the room, about everything we could come up with.

Until, "Look who's talking Malfoy! Who is his fathers little puppet? You want to be exactly like your muggle-hating, death-eater father!" I didn't get a respond on this one. Malfoy just stood quiet, looking at me, with dead, empty eyes for what seemed like hours. He blinked once. Twice. Then he took a step backwards, connecting with the wall. He shook his head once, then opened his mouth and closed it again, before sliding down the stone wall, until he was sitting on the floor, and then he buried his head in his hand and said, strained, "That's not true! Don't fucking think you know me, Potter! You don't! No one does!"

If I was clueless about the "Hermione-girlfriend"-part, it was nothing compared to now. I was completely lost! What was wrong with him? How do you respond to a Malfoy like this? Why was he like this?

I felt such an urge to be nice to him! I really, really wanted to do something... something kind. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. Not after all the things he had done to me and my friends. Not after he had made my life a living hell the past few years. The constant enemy, the one who I had believed would do anything to bring me down - he just sat there, not even responsing to my insult. My anger took over once again, and I said, "What? You DON'T want to be like your father? You DON'T want to be a death eater?"

"No. No, Potter, I don't." He said without looking at me, and I saw that he was clenching at the hem of his shirt. And then I realised that he was crying. I was startled. Malfoy - crying? I have always had a difficult time with people who cries. I can't handle people when they cry. I don't know what to do. And worst of all was that I was the one who had made him cry. I cursed myself mentally.

"Malfoy. Please. I'm sorry! Please don't cry. Please, stop crying!" I said while I walked closer, and sat down on the floor besides him. I hate it when people cries. especially when it is because of me. He started crying even more, and slid away from me. I sat where I was. I didn't know why, but I felt alone.

"Please! Draco," I may have sounded slightly desperate now. I didn't even realize that was the first time I called him by his given name.

I continued, frantic to get him to stop crying,"Apparently I was wrong. I'm so sorry!" I looked at the blonde besides me, who was having a some sort of mental breakdown. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I also realised that it couldn't be just what I had said to him.It must have been something else too, that had ached in him, just pressing to get out. What I had said was the one thing that made the dam burst.

He sobbed for a while, and even tough I didn't dared to go any nearer, I did try to talk to him again, "I'm sorry. Please stop crying. I was wrong, please, can't you tell me? Maybe it will feel better if you tell someone."

He braised his head slowly, and looked at me, with swollen, and red eyes. He took two deep breaths and started talking, in an empty, monotone voice.

He told me everything. I don't know why he trusted me then, or even if he did... Maybe he just needed to tell someone right then, and I happened to be the one who was there.. He told me that his father beat the shit out of him. His uncaring, cold mother, who didn't do anything when he was beaten up. That he, before the end of the last summer, he had realized what Voldemort's return meant for him, and he had run away, found Dumbledore, and by that, he had left the Malfoy Manor for good. That he had refused the Dark Mark.

He spilled out his soul in front of me. And before I could react I had told him everything, too. Malfoy sat quiet all the time. His sobbing had stopped. They were replaced by mine. I was crying like a bloody idiot. I had never cried like that before, ever. But I didn't care. When I had told everything, AND realised it was Malfoy who was the listener, it hit me like a bludger.

And sometime under the talk Malfoy had came closer again, and put his arms around my shoulders, and I was leaning against him, crying in his embrace, while he stroked my back.

We sat like that for maybe an hour, maybe two. The anger was long gone, the crying had stopped long ago, but we sat as we were, me leaning on him, just feeling the warmth from his body, and the comforting touches. Then we heard footsteps in the corridor, and there could be no mistake on those steps, "Snape" I almost yelled, and both of us shot up, Malfoy stayed where he was, and I ran back to my side of the room.

And I was right. Just a few seconds later Snape entered the room.

"Are you not done yet?" He hissed at me, with that look in his eyes that he saves just for me. The one of pure loathing and hate. "No, Sir." Malfoy answered in my place. He met Snape's gaze steadily. Snape looked furious. "Then what have you done for all this time? You haven't tried to curse each other, have you?" He hissed.

"Of course not. Why would we do something like that?"Malfoy said, again looking Snape straight in the eyes.

This was so not a funny situation. It wouldn't be a good idea to laugh. But anyway I had to stifle a snicker. I don't really know why. Maybe it was that Malfoy almost was cheeky against Snape. Or the fact that Snape almost blew up when he was.

Snape seemed to realise that this was his all-time favourite student, so he didn't take any points away from Slytherin. But he did swirl around to yell at me, "5 points from Gryffindor, for not finishing your task!" This was sort of true, I was not done with my task, and Malfoy was done. But that was only because Malfoy had got a clean shelf to clean, while I had been handed 5 dirty ones to clean. Then Snape hissed, "Go away now! Both of you." And we left, quickly.

We walked together in silence until we had to split up, when I should go to the Gryffindor tower, and he should go to the Slytherin dungeons. I thought about the night, which had turned out in a very unexpected way. I thought about everything he had told me, and everything I had told him. And how he had comforted me. That touch had been exactly what I had needed. As we walked, both of us knew that we weren't enemies anymore. Somehow, we had made a truce. I even hoped that it was meant to be a friendship somewhere in the future. But still, it was a bit awkward, and felt very strange, to go beside the boy who had been my sworn enemy since the first day at Hogwarts.

We stood quietly for a few minutes, not looking at each other, neither of us knowing what to say, but then Malfoy looked up at me, through blonde bangs that had fallen over his eyes, and said, "Well... Harry." He tested it, as if he wanted to know what it felt like to say, and to check if he was allowed to call me by my first name. I didn't object. "I guess I see you tomorrow - in Potions." After he said that he touched my shoulder lightly, with two fingers.

"Yes. See you tomorrow. At Potions." I answered quietly.

When he was gone, and I was walking back to the Gryffindor tower, I smiled slightly. I had never, ever told anyone all the things I told Draco (Yes. From now on it was Draco.) And it felt like a big lump in me – in my heart and my soul had disappeared. Later on, I got to know that Draco had felt exactly the same way.

It went quickly, from us being "archenemies" to the truce. But it did happen that way. It was... somehow, I guess you could say, 'ment to be'. We had yelled at each other so much and foght each other so much, and none of us had had the most perfect of lives, and I think that someday it all have to come out. It's bound to come out.

And, somehow, it happened to be that day for both of us. The breakdown came, and we cried together.

And one thing leads to another.

End Chapter one.

A/N - I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter, and hopefully I didn't scare you away, and you will come back for more. If you have the time, it'll be very much appreciated if you'd leave a little review! I'd love it if you told me if you like it, what you think I should change, what you don't like about it... Thank you!