simplicity-all i ever want.

9:12 PM

Heya! I've written part two of Emotion, which is the draco/harry thing i wrote a while ago and michelle put up...

here goes.

BEWARE
DRACO/HARRY IS SLASH. WHICH IS EVIDENTLY GUY LIKING GUY. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, I'M NOT FORCING YOU TO READ IT. this has a drunk draco. he doesn't know what he's saying. but he's saying it. and yes, it may be a bit *coughcough* suggestive, but i tried to keep it down to PG-13.

AND ERR.... YOU MAY THINK I AM SOME FREAK WHOSE MIND IS HORRIDLY DIRTY. and i seriously have second thoughts to this...BUT TREAT IT AS A PIECE OF WRITING. please. i kind of feel i dunno...weird.:P
so yes, if you want to read it, go ahead, thanks, BUT, if you don't, i'm cool with that.:P

hope y'all having great hols. i just went to the library. and am reading BARRY TROTTER. don't know what i'm doing reading that, but yeah. i am. i suck:P

happy hols and finish your homework asap to enjoy the rest of your hols

don't know what else to say...

OHOH.

yian in usa! congrats on your performance! i wanted to watch actually, but sorry i was busy. i screwed up my dance anyway:)

okay shall leave.

HERE IT IS!

Emotion Part Two: Anger

“GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW!”

“FINE I WILL!”

The door slams loudly.

Draco stares at the door momentarily. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s seething with rage and at the same time, his mind tells him to run out and call him back. He continues to stare at the door, as if it will give him an answer, a reason to do the next thing he does.

Breathing deeply, Draco regains his usual composure and sits down on his bed. He is thoroughly annoyed with Harry, as Harry is with him. It is not the first time they have fought like this. It isn’t the vulgarities that annoy him. It is the fact that he would do something like this just to break Draco into a million pieces. Harry knows that he can crush Draco like a piece of paper. Draco wonders what to do. He was the first to apologise the last time. This time, it was going to be Harry. Definitely.

He picks up the nearest book and concentrates on it. It doesn’t work. He throws the book down and looks out his dorm’s window. Someone is flying. The sky is grey and rain is falling in torrents. Yet still, someone is flying. Draco knows of only one person who could fly like that in this kind of weather. Standing up, Draco decides to take a walk. He leaves the room to get somewhere else. He doesn’t need someone like Harry to rule his mind.

*

Harry flies towards the clouds. Rain is battering him from every direction. Pelting him, you could even venture to say. But it does not hurt. Nothing hurts as much as Draco. Draco and his words. Harry shakes his head and does a loop, turning back towards the pitch.

Harry loves flying. He knows no one will affect him in any way up here. The weather is bad, an ever better reason to be alone. People will call him a lunatic, but Harry knows what he wants- and that is just peace and quiet for a while.

Once his instantaneous rage is vented, Harry’s mind begins to think. Draco acts as if he rules the world. Draco is the biggest git Harry has ever known. Harry was right to have not accepted his friendship in his first year. Harry was right to have used every chance he had against him. Draco is a walking disaster to Harry and he cannot deny that. Harry’s blood boils at the thought of Draco at that moment.

But there is another side of Draco. The side which makes Harry’s knees go weak and make his heart beat faster than a snitch. There are so many moments that they have shared and which could be considered good memories. Harry knows this and he knows that if he sees Draco he will not be able to control himself. He will not be able to stay angry at Draco if he comes looking for him. Eventually Harry knows he will give in. Harry always gives in, even though he fights till the very end.

*

Draco passes by the Quidditch Pitch on his way to Hogsmeade. He sees Harry flying and knows he won’t look at him. That is Harry. Stubborn as a mule.

Harry catches the slightest glimpse of Draco on the pitch walking towards Hogsmeade. Dragging his eyes off Draco, he flies towards the sky, avoiding a certain area which he cannot control-his mind.

*
Draco walks into the Hog’s Head. Ruffling his wet hair slightly, he walks to an end of the room. He does not want to be noticed and Malfoys always get noticed. Draco sits down, keeping his head bowed and his voice low. “Your strongest brew of brandy.” Draco says. “Please.” he adds, as an afterthought. Draco needs the alcohol in him. He wants to just forget everything. He wants to be alone, and he will get what he wants. The bartender hands Draco his drink and leaves him alone. Draco drinks a sip and feels its strength. It is strong, powerful and Draco can feel it pulsate through him. Closing his eyes, he sees fuzzy lights in the darkness. Someone taps on his shoulder.

It is a scantily clad bar top dancer. Draco isn’t in the mood. He gets up and moves to another table. He drinks up and slowly the brandy begins to get to him. Eventually he gets up and barely makes it back to Hogwarts. He gets to the Quidditch Pitch and then realises he is going to throw up. Feeling completely light headed and not the least bit sober, he is running aimlessly, trying to find the locker room.

He doesn’t manage to get there in time. He keels over onto the grass and with a terrible lurch of his stomach, throws up on the very spot. Draco rolls over with a groan and lies on his back, gazing up at the sky. He blinks, and in a wave of tiredness, closes his eyes and falls asleep to the soft rustling of the leaves on the trees and a lone owl hooting.

*
Harry walks back to his dorm, after taking a shower in the locker rooms. He feels satisfied, as he has managed to forget Draco and his problems. It is time spent well. Harry goes back to his dorm and does some homework. Seamus is helping him- with a few comments of his own. “If only we could just create our own spells and get away with it.” “Snape is a sod. A sodding piece of rotting toenail.” Harry amuses himself and laughs along. After a while, though, Seamus leaves, for a night with Parvati and Harry is left alone. Satisfying his hunger with some pumpkin juice, he continues alone and then Neville comes in. Harry is looking out the window when he walks in.

“He’s out there, completely drunk.”

Harry looks up at Neville questioningly.

“You know who.”

Harry continues to look at Neville for another moment and then leaves the room once he realises what Neville means.

*

Harry walks out to the Quidditch Pitch. The air is crisp and the sky is clear. He walks on and finds Draco asleep on the grass. The air reeks of alcohol. Harry shakes his head and sits down beside him. Draco is restless in his sleep. Harry cannot help but feel guilty. He watched his friend sleep. As he himself is dozing off, Harry hears Draco mutter “Harry!” faintly. Harry wakes up and looks at Draco, still having a fitful sleep. Harry does the first thing that he feels like doing. He holds Draco’s hand. “It’s okay…” he mumbles softly. Draco opens his eyes with a start.

“Harry?”

Harry looks at Draco. Draco pulls his hand out from Harry’s and sits up. The sudden action makes Draco want to throw up again. Either that, or it’s the sight of Harry. Draco hopes it is the first option. The two of them look at each other. Draco is a mess, reeks, and looks prepared to throw Harry into the forest. Harry, on the other hand, is clean and smells of pumpkin juice and well, is being himself. Harry opens his mouth to say something but Draco stops him.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.”
Draco stands up, turns around and begins to walk off.

Harry chuckles to himself. ”Wrong direction,” he says out loud, without looking at Draco. Draco turns around and continues walking, cursing at Harry. Harry stands up and walks to Hogwarts with Draco. On the way there, he loosens his tie a little. It is beginning to get warmer. Draco trips over something and literally falls onto Harry, knocking off his glasses. Harry decides its time for some payback.

“Hello Draco,” he says in a low,rough voice, looking at Draco in the eye. There is a glimmer in Draco’s eyes for a few moments as he stares into Harry’s eyes with such lust but then breaks eye contact and tries to get up but his body feels too heavy. He makes an odd groan. Harry playfully shushes him with a finger to Draco’s lips. Draco looks back at Harry and feels a chill run down his spine. This is the Harry Draco wants to know. This is the Harry Draco wants to be with forever. This is Harry.

Draco brings his lips down onto Harry’s. Harry is distracted by a soft sound of footsteps nearby but is completely thrown off by Draco. Harry returns the favour to Draco and Draco tries to unbutton Harry’s shirt. Harry stops him with a hand. It is instinctive. Not in the Quidditch Pitch. No way. “You smell of pumpkin juice,” Draco says, his voice slurred.” So sweet, so sodding sweet.” He licks Harry’s neck slowly. Harry feels like his head will explode. Nudging away slowly, Harry shrugs Draco off and stands up and clears his throat. Draco looks at him suggestively.

“Don’t do that,” Harry mutters weakly. How could he be so horrible to Draco and stay angry at him? Draco glares at Harry for a minute and begins to walk away. Harry could feel Draco radiate hate from every pore in his body. Every pore in his very hot body. Harry couldn’t do this to him. Or himself.

Harry follows Draco and once he has caught up with him, he whispers into Draco’s ear in a soft, strong and sexy voice, “I’m so sorry,”

-roshni.

PPS: hope you don't hate me. really. i just happen to have read too many draco/harry fics. and remus/sirius. and i am terribly corrupted:P i admit it that i tend to be a little...naughty?

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