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May 1st, 2007

The Most Excellant and Lamentable Tragedy of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter - Part One @ 09:43 pm

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Part One - For The First Time
By SsslytherinGirl

Rated: PG-13
Summary: Malfoy’s lovesick, Harry’s impatient, Hermione’s smug, and Ron’s confused out of his wits. Should turn out to be a lovely time!
Notes: Humour, Pre-Slash, takes place seventh year (I think -.-;)
Words: 2,739
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Poem and title belong to John Irvine. Me no own, you no sue.
Feedback: PLEASE!

Author's Notes: Non beta'd (So in short, tell me if you find any mistakes or ANYTHING at all!) and it's my first ever Drarry fic and like, my second ever fanfic at all. Ye hat been warned!
Also: POV switches between Draco And Harry every other star break thing. Starts with Draco. Should be easy enough to follow.
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“Potter!”

It was now or never, it was now or never, it was... My train of thought was broken when Harry Potter broke away from the Weasel and Granger and came over. “What is it, Malfoy?”

I cringed. I can’t do this.... I... “Malfoy! What is it?!” I looked up at him and I felt like his emerald eyes could melt my cold gray eyes and I almost swooned if it were for years of wearing a mask and hiding my emotions.

“M... Malfoy?” I hadn’t noticed I was staring at him and I snapped out of my trance. “Wha...? Oh...” I regained my composure and said coolly, “Nothing, Potter. Go hang out with the Weasel. I have nothing to say to you.” I turned on my heel, not realizing at the time that I was going the wrong way, but at the time, I just wanted to get away.

“Better a weasel than a ferret!” I heard Harry call to my retreating back. I faltered in my step before maintaining my stride and heading through a side door that lead to a side hallway, which didn’t lead to my class. It wasn’t like I was going to go to my class anyway. It was potions, and it probably wasn’t good that I had taken up staring at Harry over my cauldron.

If I can just hide for one period, I can forget everything... And it’ll be like nothing happened... I can get through this... Without him and without everyone else. I was such a fool back then.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Potter!”

“I’ll catch up with you guys at potions.” Hermione and Ron just nodded as they went on a head as I turned and walked over to the one and only Draco Malfoy. “What is it, Malfoy?”

Malfoy seemed to wince a bit, but why, I didn’t know. When he didn’t speak, I grew impatient, “Malfoy! What is it?!”

He looked up at me, well, a more correct phrase would be into me. He seemed to stare right at me, his eyes locked with mine, and when he still didn’t speak or break eye contact, I blinked and, a bit startled, said, “M... Malfoy?”

That seemed to bring him back into reality as he broke the eye contact, a bit taken a back. Did he not realize he was staring at me, or something?

Finally he spoke, “Wha...? Oh...” it wasn’t much, and I was still impatient, but he seemed to turn back into Malfoy rather quickly, by simply stating coolly, “Nothing, Potter. Go hang out with the Weasel. I have nothing to say to you.” He started to walk away. Did he realize he wasn’t going towards potions? He really seemed out of if today.

But I wasn’t about to be called away from my friends, be almost late to class, and not even insult Draco Malfoy after he insults my friends. “Better a weasel than a ferret!” I called after him with a sneer. He seemed to falter a bit, but at the time, I hardly noticed. I turned and almost ran to potions.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Draco?” I looked up from my empty plate that I was just staring at and saw Blaise Zabini sit across from me. He raised an eyebrow, “You’re really out of sorts today, aren’t you. Skiving off Potions and now, just sitting there. You feeling okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and I’d appreciate it if you would shut up!” I stood, not having eaten anything. I wasn’t hungry, but would you be? I had my perfect chance and I’d passed it up. I glanced over to the Gryffindor table to see Harry — No! Potter! I meant Potter! — watching me out of the corner of his beautiful emerald eyes as he talked in a hushed whisper to Weasel and Granger. Narrowing my eyes a bit, I turned and slipped out of the Great Hall, unaware at the time that those emerald eyes followed me all the way out of the Great Hall.

* * * * * * * * * *

“What did Malfoy want, Harry?” Hermione asked after potions.

“Oh, umm... Nothing...” I said, still confused as to why Malfoy didn’t say or do anything.

“Nothing? Gee, mate, you got off easy! He didn’t try anything?” Ron asked incredulously. I merely nodded, glancing over at the Slytherin Table where Malfoy was standing, snapping at Zabini. His eyes were on me before he turned and left the hall.

“Harry, what exactly happened?” I told them and Hermione looked rather smug by the end of my explanation.

“What is it, Hermione?” I asked, and she laughed a bit, “It’s not funny! Malfoy’s probably plotting something!” At this, Hermione brought her hand to her mouth to muffle her giggles. “Hermione!” I said, rather irritated. “What the bloody hell are you laughing at?”

“I’m sorry, Harry. It’s just... It’s nothing.” If Hermione had told me what she had figured out that day, I probably wouldn’t have believed her.

“I’ll be right back guys.” I stood and left the Great Hall, catching sight of a black clad figure, sitting on the stairs, watching the floor. “Malfoy?”

* * * * * * * * * *

I walked out of the Great Hall, and not knowing where to go, so I just sat on the Grand Staircase, my head down. I don’t know how long past until I heard a familiar voice call out my name and I closed my eyes, as if in pain.

Not now... Please not now...

“Malfoy!” he called again and I cringed, looking up; unaware my eyes were filled with tears. “Malf... Draco?" he seemed to spit out my name with as little venom as possible, "Are you okay?”

Of course not! But I merely shook my head. Harry just stood there like an idiot and I glared up at him. “What. Do. You. Want?!” I spat at him.

He actually looked taken a back, but he persisted in his attempt to forever annoy me by asking, “What was it that you wanted to talk about before?”

I didn’t look him in the eye. I couldn’t. I.... “You wouldn’t understand, and I was a fool to think you would.”

I stood and started toward the Slytherin Corridor, but to my dismay, Potter blocked my way. I narrowed my eyes and ran a finger through my hair in annoyance. “MOVE!” I shouted and I was surprised no one from the Great Hall heard me.

Harry (I MEAN POTTER!) raised an eyebrow and simply replied, “No, I don’t think I will, not until you tell me what’s going on.”

I glowered at him before sheer indifference covered my face and I replied flatly, “Fine. If... If you say so, Potter,” I practically spat those words at him before I paused, glancing around. As if my heart (Despite evidence to the contrary, it is there) took a hold of my brain for a mere five seconds, I closed the distance between me and Potter, kissed him gently on the lips, and walked past him, leaving him stunned behind me. Just as I exited the Entrance Hall I could hear him mutter, “Bloody hell...” and I retreated to the dungeons.

* * * * * * * * * *

I watched him, shocked to see his cold gray eyes full of tears. Something I never thought I would see Draco Malfoy do is cry. On my list of "Things I'll See In My Life", "Voldemort In A Bubble Bath" was higher than "Malfoy Crying".

“Malfoy? Are you okay?”

He shook his head and seemed to fall back in step because he snapped at me, saying, “What. Do. You. Want?!”

I wasn’t entirely expecting him to snap at me, but I pressed on anyway, “What was it that you wanted to talk about before?”

Malfoy avoided my gaze and when he answered he sounded rather defeated, “You wouldn’t understand, and I was a fool to think you would.”

He tried to make his escape but I blocked his path and he seemed rather eager to leave because he practically shouted, “MOVE!” at me, and I quickly glanced over at the doors to the Great Hall to make sure he wasn’t heard.

I raised an eyebrow, and with a well hidden smirk I replied, “No, I don’t think I will, not until you tell me what’s going on.”

I never expected what happened next.

Draco Malfoy kissed me.

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, the ‘foul, loathsome, evil little coach roach’ that has no feelings, ferret face, whatever you want to call him, DRACO MALFOY KISSED ME! I stood there, too stunned to move. He pushed past me, but I was still too petrified to move. At the time I would have thought I was hit with a stunner but I eventually regained my composure.

“Bloody hell...” I retreated to the Gryffindor Common Room, the taste of the Butterbeer Malfoy must have been drinking in the Great Hall lingering on my lips.

* * * * * * * * * *

I kissed Harry Potter.

The Boy Who Lived is probably lying in the entrance hall, now The Boy Who Died Of Heart Attack! What the hell was I thinking? Oh that’s right, I wasn’t!

Father will kill me when he hears of this. No, of course he won’t, death is too good for me. Crucio will suffice, I think.

I sat on the couch for the longest time before got the courage to head to class. Luckily I had Arithmancy and I knew for a fact that Harry was in Divination. I’d be safe, for now. Or so I thought. I can be so blind sighted sometimes.

* * * * * * * * * *

“What?!” I winced a bit as Ron yelped in my ear after I told him what happened, Hermione, however, didn’t look surprised.

“I knew it,” was all she said, and I didn’t doubt her at all. We headed out of the common rooms and she parted with me and Ron.

As me and Ron learned over the years of being friends with Hermione, “I still don’t know why you two take divination, Arithmancy is so much more useful!” was her was of saying ‘Good-bye.’

* * * * * * * * * *

“I know everything.” I stiffened as a voice whispered into my ear and I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Granger sitting beside me.

I glare at her and whisper, “Gee, you used to be so modest, Granger.”

She laughed a bit and shook her head, the teacher distracted by helping a student as we were to read the text. “No, not like that. About you and Harry.” I winced again, but this time it was more apparent.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quietly, though I knew that she could see right through me.

“You kissed him, Mal- ...Draco. You kissed him, he told us so... And you’d do it again, wouldn’t you?”

Feeling defeated and having no reason to say otherwise, I merely nodded. She smiled a bit.

“I knew it.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Yup.”

“Since when?”

“Second year.”

That got my attention, I turned to face her, “Second year?” I repeated, stunned.

She smirked and nodded, “Ever since the duel. I knew that you two would never admit it, I was just waiting and watching until one of you would own up to it. Who would have guessed that the Heartless Slytherin would admit his feelings for the Naïve Gryffindor with a kiss in the Entrance hall.”

“Nice speech. Are you quite finished?” She nodded. “Now, you’re intelligence figuring out my little dilemma doesn’t help me, understand? I- Will you stop looking so smug?!” She just laughed.

“Draco, meet him in the Forbidden Forest at nine tonight, I’ll make sure he goes, understand?” It was my turn to nod and we both turned back to our work.

Tonight. Nine O’ Clock. Forbidden Forest.

* * * * * * * * * *

"You told him what?!” I couldn’t believe my ears. Maybe that blow to the head when I was a baby damaged my hearing, because I could have sworn she said that I was to meet Draco ‘Ferret’ Malfoy in the Forbidden Forest in less than an hour.

“You heard me. Nine o’ clock.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening but as she sat on Ron’s bed cross-legged, him next to her, it appeared she was serious and this was in fact happening. “Harry, do you know what I see in your eyes when you look at Draco?”

Before I could answer, Ron jumped up, backing away from Hermione. “Since when do you call him Draco?!”

Hermione glared at him, “I try to be on a first name basis with people snogging my best friends.” That earned her a glare from me.

“I’m not snogging him, he snogged me, and it was only once!” Hermione gave me a look that suggested ‘Not for long’ and I pouted a bit. “Fine, I’ll go. You had better be right about this.”

Looking back now: She was.

* * * * * * * * * *

I trudged through the forest, cowering a bit and looking very uncharacteristically scared out of my wits for one very simple and understandable reason: I was. I always hated the Forbidden Forest, ever since first year and that ruddy detention. It was bloody dark as hell as well, and I had no idea where the bloody Gryffindor Granger wanted me to meet Harry.

Then, suddenly, a twig on the forest floor snapped behind me and I screamed. Noble Gryffendor my ass, he laughed as I wheeled around to face him, horror struck and even more pale than usual. My heartbeat was fast, whether it was from Harry (I had given up on even trying to call him Potter, by now) being so close or from the scare I wasn’t sure.

Harry was laughing so hard I wish he would just laugh until he choked. But then another part of me (Something Muggles call a heart maybe?) just wanted to hold him and not let go... But I used all of my composure to just stand there. And he stood there and watched me. And I watched back. And...

“What the bloody hell is your problem, Malfoy?!” Ouch, that stung.

“I...” I couldn’t think of what to say. So instead, still shaking from just being in the forest not to mention actual fear, I took a few steps toward Harry.

“Malfoy, stop. You... You hate me!”

“Not according to Granger... I can see why she’s better than everyone else... Apparently it’s been obvious since second year... But neither of us would admit it... I...” I had lost all sense of words and looking into those emerald eyes, I had guessed they were no longer needed. My shaking stopped abruptly at what happened next. Harry kissed me.

* * * * * * * * * *

I slipped through the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, finding the scared-Out-Of-His-Mind Draco Malfoy and I approached him from behind. I slipped of the cloak rather quietly but stepped on a twig, causing a rather funny reaction from Malfoy.

Of course I was laughing, it was hilarious. I had never seen Malfoy scared except back in first year, and it was rather amusing.

When he didn’t speak for a while, I got annoyed. Hermione wanted me to come here, but she didn’t say what we were to talk about.

“What the bloody hell is your problem, Malfoy?!” I finally said.

“I...” He just stood there for a bit before he approached me, and I nearly stepped backwards.

“Malfoy, stop. You... You hate me!” Well, that’s not what Hermione said, but it had to be the truth...

As if he could read my mind he replied, “Not according to Granger... I can see why she’s better than everyone else... Apparently it’s been obvious since second year... But neither of us would admit it... I...”

I saw he had nothing more to say, and I knew he was right. I took one step to close the gap between us and I kissed him.

It was rather brief but I noticed he had stopped shaking and I laughed a bit, silently of course.
I embraced him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I cringed a bit at how sappy this all was.

But I had my dragon.

* * * * * * * * * *

I don’t know how this happened.

We were supposed to talk. TALK. Not end up snuggling together on the forest floor.

How the hell did this happen...

It’s not that I mind that it happened. It’s just... Shocking.

“Harry?” that was the first time I dared to say his name out loud.

“Yeah, Draco?” I supposed it was his first time too.

“I... I feel funny...”

“What do you mean?”

“I... I think I might be happy...”

“For the first time?”

“For the first time.”

* * * * * * * * * *

For The First Time

Into my world
Of darkness and silence,
You brought light and music.

When you lit my candle,
I began to see and understand
The taste and texture of love.

For the first time.

- John Irvine -
 
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