Wherever I Am, You're There
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: No flames please....it's my first fic....
"I'll be back in there! I just need some fresh air!"
Harry laughed and smiled all the way to one of the balconies at Hogwarts. His hair was matted and ruffled with all the attention he was getting at this year's party, and his robes were undone slightly at the top.
He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his dress robes, still giggling gently. The leaving party for Hogwarts was a hit. Everyone had showed up! Even the teachers had decided to show their faces, including moody old Professor Snape!
However...
Harry leaned over the balcony and replaced his glasses, calming a little at the thoughts now entering his head.
No...everyone hadn't shown up...there was one person missing...
Draco.
Draco Malfoy hadn't been there. He said he wouldn't be. Said that he was lonely...that his family's name was disgraced...that his heart was broken...that he now had no choice but to disappear...forever.
Harry sighed and looked out over the lake.
After Voldemort's defeat, Draco had been subdued and quiet. The jokes that had once hurt Harry and his friends so much had been turned around and were now directed at Draco. He was teased mercilessly about the fact that his mother had gone crazy and that his father was now in Azkaban, never to return.
Another worrying thing was that Draco now found solace in drinking. Drinking until the pain was no longer felt. He had shown up to his wizarding exams completely drunk, and even Dumbledore himself had shaken his head and whispered, "A waste of good talent."
And now this. He didn't even show up to the graduation party. Didn't even realise he'd actually passed his exams by some miracle. Wonder where he is? I don't think he went home. I saw him earlier today. Looked as though he was wandering around like the living dead.Harry let his thoughts wander, clearing his head of the alcohol at last. His eyes scanned the school grounds for what he felt was the last time and then smiled.
He had graduated...and that was all that mattered.
His smile faded when he looked across the lake again, his eyes narrowing, squinting to see across the lake. A dark figure was wading into the lake, Harry couldn't tell whom, swimming around and going further into the middle. A dangerous stunt. Especially if the person was drunk...
Harry uttered a spell of far sight and closed his eyes. He could see the person in his mind. A tall thin naked masculine body in the lake, blonde hair falling over glaring azure/steel eyes, his face set into a frown, tears of sliver dripping into the lake. The brown-haired wizard breathed gently and then felt a twinge of some sort inside him when he realised who it was.
"Draco." The name slipped past Harry's lips like a memory long forgotten, his trance holding him rigid on the balcony. In his mind, he watched Draco swim out to the middle of the lake, go under the water...and then...
"Mr Potter. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to perform trance spells when you are in danger of falling to your death?"
Harry spun around and came face to face with none other than Serverus Snape, scowling at the smaller wizard as if he were nothing more than an annoyance.
Nothing new there then.Harry thought bitterly, scowling and walking past Snape to head back into the great hall, breaking into a run once he was clear of prying eyes.
()
Draco felt water clogging his throat, the unbearable sensation of sinking to the bottom of the lake filling his mind. His body was cold, naked as was his shame, and slowly tossing and turning in his death throes. Water was filling up his lungs, making his chest burn and his eyes squeeze tightly shut.
I don't want to die
The last thought to fill his mind.
He started to swim back up, but it was too late. Pressure dragged him down...down...down...down...and then strong hands were wrapped tightly around his arms, pulling him up.
He coughed and choked as he was brought back to the safety of land, coughing and spluttering as water drained from his body.
His bloodshot eyes rolled around in his sockets and his coughed a little more before a soft hand was laid on his chest, holding his thrashing body steady.
"Calm down..." The voice was reassuring and something within Draco stirred, making him look directly into the face of his 'rescuer'.
"P-Potter." He spat, water coming from his mouth.
"At least you remember my name."
Draco felt Harry pull him into a sitting position and then pat him gently on the back. Feebly, Draco pushed his hands away.
"I don't need your help, Potter. You had no right saving me like that!" He snarled, shivering with the cold. He wrapped his arms around himself, becoming self-conscious of his nakedness. Harry didn't seem fazed, eyeing him as one would a creature in need of help.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?"
The question was uttered and then silence followed, both young men sat there staring across the lake. Draco lost in his own lake of thoughts, each one flowing into the next.
Why did he save me? Stupid interfering freak! Mr goody two shoes always saving the day. Fool. Freak. Maybe he does care...
Draco shook his head and then repeated the thought.
Maybe he does care...
()
Harry broke the silence after staring at the thoughtful look in Draco's eyes, repeating his question.
"Draco...tell me...why did you try to kill yourself?" He asked the question with no trace of unkindness in his voice, staring so that his eyes were level with the tall blonde-haired boy's.
"None of your concern, Potter!" It was the answer Harry was expecting.
Harry leaned back and sighed, staring at the cold naked body of his ex- nemesis. Somehow, seeing Draco here, naked, made Harry think of a lost and innocent child, lost in a world of shame.
But the look of pure fire in Draco's eyes was anything but innocent.
"What are you staring at, Potter? Do you like my body? Like what you see?" Draco's voice was challenging and demeaning. Harry didn't let it intimidate him.
"Are you quite finished?" He asked, leaning back and throwing his outer robe at Draco.
"Put it on." He commanded, "Whether you like it or not, you're coming to the Griffindor common room, and you're going to tell me everything!"
"Why should you care, Potter?" Draco demanded.
Harry stared into his eyes, unblinking.
"Because I'm human..."
End of Part One
Ashford2ashford: Well...hope you liked it! It's one of the first stories I've done without beta-ing it! Umm...this is the first Harry Potter fic I've done in a looooooong time, but I'm just trying to please a few fans....
I hope you like it people! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I'm sure you're all perfectly aware that I don't own these characters....
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Other Warnings: Well...this is more along the lines of the relationship between Harry and Draco that is constantly all about trust and bonding. In other words, it'll take a lot of abuse and threats before Draco finally gets the point that Harry's only trying to help him!
Also: No flames please....it's my first fic....
"I'll be back in there! I just need some fresh air!"
Harry laughed and smiled all the way to one of the balconies at Hogwarts. His hair was matted and ruffled with all the attention he was getting at this year's party, and his robes were undone slightly at the top.
He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his dress robes, still giggling gently. The leaving party for Hogwarts was a hit. Everyone had showed up! Even the teachers had decided to show their faces, including moody old Professor Snape!
However...
Harry leaned over the balcony and replaced his glasses, calming a little at the thoughts now entering his head.
No...everyone hadn't shown up...there was one person missing...
Draco.
Draco Malfoy hadn't been there. He said he wouldn't be. Said that he was lonely...that his family's name was disgraced...that his heart was broken...that he now had no choice but to disappear...forever.
Harry sighed and looked out over the lake.
After Voldemort's defeat, Draco had been subdued and quiet. The jokes that had once hurt Harry and his friends so much had been turned around and were now directed at Draco. He was teased mercilessly about the fact that his mother had gone crazy and that his father was now in Azkaban, never to return.
Another worrying thing was that Draco now found solace in drinking. Drinking until the pain was no longer felt. He had shown up to his wizarding exams completely drunk, and even Dumbledore himself had shaken his head and whispered, "A waste of good talent."
And now this. He didn't even show up to the graduation party. Didn't even realise he'd actually passed his exams by some miracle. Wonder where he is? I don't think he went home. I saw him earlier today. Looked as though he was wandering around like the living dead.Harry let his thoughts wander, clearing his head of the alcohol at last. His eyes scanned the school grounds for what he felt was the last time and then smiled.
He had graduated...and that was all that mattered.
His smile faded when he looked across the lake again, his eyes narrowing, squinting to see across the lake. A dark figure was wading into the lake, Harry couldn't tell whom, swimming around and going further into the middle. A dangerous stunt. Especially if the person was drunk...
Harry uttered a spell of far sight and closed his eyes. He could see the person in his mind. A tall thin naked masculine body in the lake, blonde hair falling over glaring azure/steel eyes, his face set into a frown, tears of sliver dripping into the lake. The brown-haired wizard breathed gently and then felt a twinge of some sort inside him when he realised who it was.
"Draco." The name slipped past Harry's lips like a memory long forgotten, his trance holding him rigid on the balcony. In his mind, he watched Draco swim out to the middle of the lake, go under the water...and then...
"Mr Potter. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to perform trance spells when you are in danger of falling to your death?"
Harry spun around and came face to face with none other than Serverus Snape, scowling at the smaller wizard as if he were nothing more than an annoyance.
Nothing new there then.Harry thought bitterly, scowling and walking past Snape to head back into the great hall, breaking into a run once he was clear of prying eyes.
()
Draco felt water clogging his throat, the unbearable sensation of sinking to the bottom of the lake filling his mind. His body was cold, naked as was his shame, and slowly tossing and turning in his death throes. Water was filling up his lungs, making his chest burn and his eyes squeeze tightly shut.
I don't want to die
The last thought to fill his mind.
He started to swim back up, but it was too late. Pressure dragged him down...down...down...down...and then strong hands were wrapped tightly around his arms, pulling him up.
He coughed and choked as he was brought back to the safety of land, coughing and spluttering as water drained from his body.
His bloodshot eyes rolled around in his sockets and his coughed a little more before a soft hand was laid on his chest, holding his thrashing body steady.
"Calm down..." The voice was reassuring and something within Draco stirred, making him look directly into the face of his 'rescuer'.
"P-Potter." He spat, water coming from his mouth.
"At least you remember my name."
Draco felt Harry pull him into a sitting position and then pat him gently on the back. Feebly, Draco pushed his hands away.
"I don't need your help, Potter. You had no right saving me like that!" He snarled, shivering with the cold. He wrapped his arms around himself, becoming self-conscious of his nakedness. Harry didn't seem fazed, eyeing him as one would a creature in need of help.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?"
The question was uttered and then silence followed, both young men sat there staring across the lake. Draco lost in his own lake of thoughts, each one flowing into the next.
Why did he save me? Stupid interfering freak! Mr goody two shoes always saving the day. Fool. Freak. Maybe he does care...
Draco shook his head and then repeated the thought.
Maybe he does care...
()
Harry broke the silence after staring at the thoughtful look in Draco's eyes, repeating his question.
"Draco...tell me...why did you try to kill yourself?" He asked the question with no trace of unkindness in his voice, staring so that his eyes were level with the tall blonde-haired boy's.
"None of your concern, Potter!" It was the answer Harry was expecting.
Harry leaned back and sighed, staring at the cold naked body of his ex- nemesis. Somehow, seeing Draco here, naked, made Harry think of a lost and innocent child, lost in a world of shame.
But the look of pure fire in Draco's eyes was anything but innocent.
"What are you staring at, Potter? Do you like my body? Like what you see?" Draco's voice was challenging and demeaning. Harry didn't let it intimidate him.
"Are you quite finished?" He asked, leaning back and throwing his outer robe at Draco.
"Put it on." He commanded, "Whether you like it or not, you're coming to the Griffindor common room, and you're going to tell me everything!"
"Why should you care, Potter?" Draco demanded.
Harry stared into his eyes, unblinking.
"Because I'm human..."
End of Part One
Ashford2ashford: Well...hope you liked it! It's one of the first stories I've done without beta-ing it! Umm...this is the first Harry Potter fic I've done in a looooooong time, but I'm just trying to please a few fans....
I hope you like it people! Please R&R!