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You are my sunshine	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2:

Malfoy looked like shit two weeks later in the morning when they were having breakfast. Hermione was talking, again, but this time Harry didn’t tell her to shut up, because it kept her busy with Ron, which meant Ron was busy too. So Harry had all the time he wanted and carefully watched Malfoy. Yes, he looked the same, ten-times worse than he had seen him a week before. After their small conversation in Potions, Malfoy seemed to go back to his old self; snappish, sneering at everything that moved or his face would be the perfect mask of indifference.

But on the bright side, Malfoy didn’t do anything funny towards Harry. Which was good, really good. So Harry ate his breakfast, without feeling sick. He even laughed with his friends and made a small talk with Neville, which seemed to be quite distracted with someone who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

“Why don’t you already make the first move, Neville?” asked Harry, and Hermione stopped talking altogether and waited for Neville to speak.

“F-first move? For what?” he blushed when Harry pointedly looked at him. “I…it’s not like that Harry, and you know it. We are just friends.”

“Just friends, ha! My arse. Neville, you are quivering after her. Come on,” encouraged him Harry, clapping him on the shoulder.

“No, I-I can’t,” Neville stammered.

“Do you want me to talk to her first?” asked Hermione kindly. Neville shook his head looking green.

“What’s up?” asked Seamus, as he and Dean sat beside them.

“We are telling Neville to do his first move on…” Hermione jerked her head towards the Ravenclaw, where the blond haired girl was sitting.

“You’re talking about Luny Lovegood?” asked Dean, and he nudged his knee with Harry’s indicating him to look at Neville’s face.

Neville turned scarlet with anger and mumbled, “Don’t call her that.”

“Neville is in love…” Seamus stated the obvious. They all broke into giggles as Neville’s face turned crimson.

“I hate you all,” he mumbled once again, not meaning it obviously, shouldered his bag and walked away from them.

“Aw come on, mate!” Ron called after him.

“Come back, Neville, we are sorry,” said Seamus, though he couldn’t quite keep the smile off his face. But he didn’t come back, so they all lapsed into silence. Dean and Seamus were still chuckling under their breath as Ginny joined them.

“Morning all, what’s up?” she asked as she looked at their flushed faces. She turned to Dean as he started to tell her what had happened minutes back.

Harry looked away from them and focused on his breakfast, Hermione resumed her talking, and Harry really tried to pay attention of what she was talking. It was about DADA, that much was obvious, but other than that he lost it again. She had been talking about DADA a lot this week and about Professor Snape too. Ugh.

Harry looked down at his watch; it was time for their DADA lesson. He shouldered his bag and with his friends walked out of the Great Hall, up the staircases, and towards their classroom. He looked at Hermione and saw that her cheeks were flushed a bit, and she was biting her lower lip; clearly nervous. Harry frowned. He knew that her and Ron were just friends, but getting this kind of a reaction out of her for a class, was really strange for him.

“Hermione?” asked Harry, his voice light; almost conversational.

“Yes?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes…” she squeaked and entered the classroom, and walked determinedly to the front of the class.

Harry shook his head, his lips curling up in amusement. He was about to enter the classroom himself, when he was roughly shoved away from the door and into the dark alcove of the wall.

“He-!” he barely had time to shout when a firm hand was placed on his mouth. A body heat was pressing him up against the wall, making him squirm. It was dark and he couldn’t see who it was.

“I told you not to look at me, didn’t I? Potter!” said a voice close to his ear, making him shiver with fear.

“mmph…” he tried to answer but the hold on his mouth tightened. He was breathing hard and fast. His cheeks flushed.

“What Potter? Cat got your tongue?” said the voice again. It was Malfoy. Damn him. Harry groaned as he tried to move away from the offending hand, but found it unmoving from his mouth. “If you think for one moment, that I’m going to let you look at me that way once again, you’ll be sorry. You’ll be really, really sorry. Get this line into you thick head, and leave me the fuck alone.”

Then he was gone. Harry shook with fear once again, and slid down the wall and hugged his knees to him. If anyone could see their hero of the Wizarding World; sitting down and shaking with shame and fear, and anger, what would they think? Harry closed his eyes and took a deep, un-steadying breath, trying to get his racing heart back to normal. This had to stop. Malfoy had the damned upper hand in this whole situation. 2 times now; 2 times he had scared him, and he couldn’t even do anything about it.

And he was late for his class. Thanks Malfoy.

He closed the door after him as he slowly made his way towards Hermione’s table, he heard Snape stop lecturing for a minute to take 10 points off Gryffindor, he heard his classmates gasp and groan, but he didn’t lift his head up. At all. Hermione was giving him a questioning look, which he ignored completely. He was feeling him watching him from the back seat of the class, digging a hole in his head, but he didn’t flinch or squirmed. He just sat there and doodled on a piece of paper. Hermione would lend him to copy her notes.

Soon the class ended, and with horror he realized that they had Transfiguration next, with Slytherins…again. This was going to be a long day and Harry wanted nothing more than to go back to his dorm, shut the curtains of his bed and sleep.

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Potter was watching him, again. His emerald green eyes, now red-rimmed because of, Draco assumed tears. It was clear that Potter had been crying. Was it because of him? Draco snorted and looked down at his meal, suddenly feeling tired and exhausted with playing with fire. He had to stop this, before it would get out of hand.

He wanted to scare him off so he wouldn’t even lift his head up to even talk to his little friends. He didn’t want to see his face at all. His eyes, his nose, his rosy little lips…Draco shook his head, trying to get rid off from tantalizing dreams that he was having from their 4^th year.

It had all started with a small fight in the courtyard. The first tournaments haven’t even started and Draco had already had a bet with his father, because they were sure that Potter wouldn’t survive. So he teased him, tried to humiliate him in front of the whole school, but the way his emerald green eyes burned with anger and heat, Draco thought he was going to die from it.

And the stares continued. They’d look at each other as long as they could without blinking and one of them would look away, or Draco would sneer at Potter. He tried to squash down the feelings that he’d feel whenever Potter would look at him, but he couldn’t. So he did the only thing that he was good at; scared him. And it seemed like it was going to work. It was all a defense, to not let Potter in. He didn’t want him to know his secret, they weren’t friends, and they were enemies. And they’d stay like that. Forever.

This was the words he’d kept telling himself all day and night long, trying to convince him that he wasn’t affected by Potter. That he didn’t want to just grab him and shove him up against the wall and ravish his rosy bundle of lips. Draco blinked and shook his head; this wasn’t a place to think about this. So, he pushed away from the table and walked out of the Great Hall. He needed a fresh air.

The Astronomy Tower, at night, was really a beautiful place. He walked towards the railings and rested his hands there, gazing up at the skies. It really was a beautiful night. Draco frowned and looked down at the grounds. He could see that oaf Hagrid sitting in front of his ‘house’, playing an un-popular tune that he had never heard before.

Draco never said ‘no’ to any kind of music which was played beautifully, and as much as this disgusted him, Hagrid played it really well. He closed his eyes and breathed softly, he let the tones of the music flow inside of his mind, body and soul. The music was soothing. A small smile that no one had ever seen on his face graced it. It really was exhilarating, a laugh left his lips.

“Oh sorry,” Draco turned sharply and he felt his insides froze, his smile left his lips, and his heart started to beat wildly.

“Potter,” he growled under his breath, his lips curled in disgust.

“I-I didn’t know you were here…I’ll j-just, go…” said Potter and he turned to leave.

“You’re pathetic,” spat Draco, not wanting him to go yet. And with satisfaction he saw Potter freeze in mid-step. “You’re a loser. I know why you’re parents died,” what the fuck? Shut up Draco, just shut up! He didn’t even know what he was talking about, but the words kept leaving his mouth. Why was he talking shit? Right, because he wanted to see the anger on Potter’s face. His bloodshot and pale face passed in his mind and before he could stop him, he continued, “They have died because they knew that one day you’ll be like this; you’re a twat, a loser and a wanker. They couldn’t have a son like you, knowing that you’ll grow this ugly. Clearly they were so embarrassed of you that they died of shame.”

The first spell hit him square on the chest. Draco gasped and fell face first down the stone cold floor. Then there was Potter on top of him, the first blow that connected with his face, made him feel dizzy.

“I hate you!” Potter was mumbling under his breath, as Draco received blow after blow on his pale face. His vision was turning blurry, he couldn’t breathe properly. Clearly Draco received whatever he had wanted; because he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even speak as blood poured inside of his mouth. The world was turning behind his closed eye-lids; even Hagrid’s soothing music was not helping him.

“Ma-Malfoy?” Potter’s face was hovering above his. It was filled with concern and fear. “What have I done? HELP! HELP ME!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. The sound of Potter’s yelling reverberating from the walls and into Draco’s head. “Malfoy…I’ll get someone. Please, please stay with me…Malfoy…” he heard Potter’s pleading voice and the entire world turned into blackness.

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Harry sat at the hospital chair, his face covered in sweat, looking down at his bloody knuckles. Why did he do it? It wasn’t that Malfoy never had taunted and teased him; it was more of a fact that he never been that hurt from Malfoy. It wasn’t that he was connected in any way for his parents’ death, and Malfoy knew it very well. Why did he tell him those words? Malfoy did know how his parents’ died.

“Harry!” it was Hermione, bursting into the Hospital wing, calling his name. Harry only nodded his head, still looking at his hands.

“Harry, mate, are you alright?” now it was Ron, sounding concerned.

Harry nodded.

“Harry what happened? Why did you do it?” asked Hermione, sounding breathless. She sat beside Harry and gasped, “Harry, you are bleeding.”

“mmm…” Hermione made a distressed sound down her throat at Harry’s unfazed reply.

“Hermione, leave him alone,” said Ron, kneeling down in front of Harry, “Clearly he is in shock.”

“I never thought Harry would’ve done something like that-”

“Something like what?” Harry snapped at Hermione, looking up at her, with blood-shot eyes, and pale face. “I haven’t killed him. I just beat the shit out of him. He got what he deserved. He…He…” Harry tried to continue but felt his throat thicken with suppressed emotions. A strangled sob left his pursed lips, and Hermione gathered him up in her arms, letting him know that she was there with him; comforting him. “I-I didn’t wa-want to do it! I swear, Hermione. Ron,” he turned his face towards Ron, “I swear mate, I didn’t want to. I…he just kept telling me that I was pathetic a-and-” he broke again.

“Harry, you don’t have to explain to me anything,” Ron cupped his friend’s face and forced to look him in the eye, “Look at me, listen to me Harry. Whatever you did to him isn’t your fault alright? I know the bloody ferret teased you a lot, and told you nasty thing, but he got what he deserved. Don’t beat yourself up for this, mate.”

Harry’s lower lip wobbled, and with a whimper he slid down from his chair to the floor and hugged Ron; wanting nothing more than to erase this day from his mind.

He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but the next thing he knows Madam Pomfrey was walking towards them, and it was pitch black outside. Harry sprung to his feet, sniffling, wiping away his tears and sweats off his face, walked towards Pomfrey.

“How is he?” he asked hoarsely, he cleared his throat.

“He is doing fine, he is asleep now. I must ask you, Mr. Potter, to tell me what really happened at the Astronomy Tower?” her voice was gentle, but firm.

“J-just a small misunderstanding and that’s it,” quickly lied Harry. Technically it wasn’t a lie, it really was a bit of a misunderstanding, but the fact that Harry got so violet towards a student, wasn’t a small thing.

“A small misunderstanding? Mr. Potter, have you gone mad? This wasn’t a small misunderstanding at all. You nearly killed Mr. Malfoy, beating him into oblivion-”

“I know what I did, Madam Pomfrey. No need to tell me what I have done to him,” said Harry, barely raising his voice. “Can I see him?” asked Harry after a moment of silence.

“Of course you can’t, Mr. Potter.”

“But-”

“Enough!” said Pomfrey sharply and held out her hand. “I ask you to leave now, and don’t you dare to come back to the hospital. I’m sure that Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley will escort you out of the ward.” With that she turned around and walked into her office, slamming and locking the door after her.

“Come on, Harry,” said Hermione and took him by the arm. He jerked his arm away from her and walked towards the screen which was cast around Malfoy’s bed, “Harry you can’t go in there,” Hermione hissed after him. But Harry kept walking towards it. Ron groaned under his breath but followed Harry; Hermione tsked in annoyance and followed them, too.

He had to see it for him to be sure that Malfoy was alright. There was a heavy weight of guilt on his chest because of what he had done. Now, he was standing right in front of the screen, his breathing heavy, his face pale. Hand shaking, he raised it towards it and yanked it to the side revealing the blond boy lying peacefully down on the bed, wearing black silk pajamas. His left hand was under the cover, right hand curled up under his chin. Harry took an unsteadying breath and walked towards him, sitting down on the chair which was right beside the bed; he cocked his head to the side and looked at the breathing boy. His face was a bit puffy from Harry’s beatings, but other than that he looked good. He was supporting a black eye, and with an overwhelming guilt Harry realized that it was because of him that Malfoy was here.

Unconsciously and unaware of his friends, he lifted his hand, and with its knuckled he lightly caressed Malfoy’s cheek. He was warm, and he was white, compared to Harry’s rough cold and dirty hand. Harry swallowed hard and without even realizing it he leaned over Malfoy closer to his ear and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

He abruptly stood up, without even looking at his friends’ questioning faces turned around and walked out of the hospital, mind racing with ideas of what he was going to do. When he was safely out of the hospital, he broke into a run. He run towards the Gryffindor Tower, Ron and Hermione at his heels, he said the password and run up the stairs towards his dormitory.

“Harry, wh-what are you doing?” Ron asked him, breathlessly. But Harry didn’t answer him; he was rummaging in his tuck looking for something…something he never thought he’d need again. And he found it. He clutched it into his fist and breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his truck and walked towards his bedside table, snatching a piece of parchment; he dipped the quill in the ink and wrote furiously on it. Ron called him again, but he paid no attention; he pointed his wand at it and the writing was dried in an instant, he folded it neatly, and walked out of his dormitory. He stumbled upon Hermione, who was standing right in front of the stairs, mumbled an apology, walked out of the portrait and broke into a run once again.

He was panting heavily by the time he got to the Hospital Wing. He had to take a few deep breaths as to not make any noise. Once he was ready, he slowly opened the door, sneaked in, and closed it softly after him, trying hard not to breathe loudly; he walked towards the back of the room where he knew that Malfoy was currently lying. He opened the screen to the side and peeked in, sighing in relief when he saw that Malfoy was alone and still asleep. He tiptoed towards the bedside table and placed the letter and the ‘thing’ that he got for Malfoy.

He sat beside his bed and looked down at his face. He looked so peaceful; didn’t have the same sneer or malice on his face. It was relaxed, without even a frown on his forehead. His lips were parted and he was breathing softly. Harry looked down at his still dirty hands and swallowed hard. He nearly killed Malfoy. The realization was slowly creeping inside of his mind, now that he got what he wanted and where he wanted to be, the guilt was still overwhelming.

“I’m sorry Malfoy. I know that we aren’t friends, and we’ll never be one, but what I did to you was really wrong of me. I really am sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am…” murmured Harry, and without even looking up he walked out of the wing, closing the door after him.

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Draco woke up with a gasp. He was feeling sore at some places; he could feel that his face was still puffy from Potter’s outburst. He shook his head in pity, which was directed at him. How could he be so stupid and tell those words to Potter? Draco himself knew who had killed his parents, and he still teased Potter about it? It was low of him doing so. He was feeling guilty. How could he do it?

Draco shifted a bit and looked at the table next to his bed, he blinked. What the..? There was a letter, a small wrapped up gift, and a red rose on top of it. Draco swallowed and gingerly propped himself up on his elbow. He took the rose in his hand, which was shaking, with maybe an excitement. He sniffed at it and it smelled nice, a small smile graced his puffy face and he winced. He took the small wrapping and looked at it curiously. He decided to read the letter first then to know what it was.

He un-folded the parchment and read;

Dear DM,

I’ve heard that you are in Hospital Wing, and I feel so bad for what happened to you.

I’m worried about you, so I’m giving you a present. Open it up.

Draco frowned but opened the small gift. It was a Galleon. Draco blinked in surprise and turned back to his letter.

Because I couldn’t stay with you and know how you were when you’ll wake up, I’m giving you this.

I know what you are thinking now ‘what am I going to do with this coin?’ well, it’s not just a coin. It’s a special coin.

Tap it with your wand and think of something, like telling me how you are, because I really, really would like to know, and when you send the message my coin will burn hot to touch, and I can send my reply back to you. Brilliant, isn’t it?

And don’t care about the time; I know that I won’t be able to sleep tonight, so I’m waiting for you.

And no, you can’t know who I am…not now anyway.

Sincerely…

Sincerely, who? Draco frowned and turned the parchment over. Nothing. He pursed his lips. This could be a trap, but till now nothing bad happened.

I think I’m going mad, Malfoy thought, and took his wand from the table and pointed it at the Galleon. Here goes nothing, he thought again.

‘I’m awake, and I feel like shit, but other than that I’m fine.’

Draco shook his head, but then the words were writing on it, as if an invisible hand was writing it. His mouth dropped open in shock when the words vanished. Holding his breath he waited for a reply from the stranger. Draco shook his head, feeling foolish. He was about to lie down again when the coin turned hot; he nearly dropped it off his hand. With once again shaking fingers he looked down at the writing that appeared there.

‘I thought you wouldn’t answer me. I’m glad that you are fine. I’m sorry that it happened to you.’

‘It’s fine. In some odd way I feel like, I deserved it.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I had to keep my mouth shut.’

‘Are you feeling guilty of what happened?’

‘Yes…’

‘Don’t. I’m sure that whoever done that to you, feels guiltier than you. And I’m sure he isn’t sleeping now…’

‘Don’t talk about something you don’t know.’

‘I talk about something that I’m sure about.’

‘You think Potter is feeling guilty for beating the shit out of me?’

There wasn’t any answer from the stranger. This was stupid, clearly whoever this was fooling around.

‘You know what, just forget it…’

‘NO! No! Wait…I’m sorry. I thought, I…never mind, I’m sorry.’

Draco pursed his lips, ‘Apology accepted.’

‘Thank you.’ Draco could read the relief from the words.

‘It’s late, aren’t you going to sleep?’

‘Yup, in a minute, but you’ll have to promise me something.’

Promise a stranger something? This couldn’t be good, but he could play his Slytherin card. So he replied ‘It depends on…?’ and Draco waited…

‘Promise me you’ll keep this coin on you, wherever you’ll go.’

Ah, that’s what the stranger wanted. ‘Sure…but you’ll have to keep it on you too.’

‘Of course. Are you ready to sleep?’

‘One more question; are you a girl or a boy?’

‘A boy…does this freak you out?’

‘No…it doesn’t.’ and it really didn’t freak Draco out. What really freaked him out was the fact that he had a civil conversation with a stranger. Draco couldn’t help but wonder who was the mysterious boy? Some day he’d find out, but for now he wanted to sleep.

‘Good night,’ he tapped his wand on it and sent his last message before he placed the letter, the galleon, the rose and his wand on the table and curled into his side, falling asleep instantly.

Far above in the Gryffindor Tower, the bespectacled boy read the message, smiled and curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
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