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Dying to Stay Alive	By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3275 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I totally don't own it. I also totally don't know why we have to
do these things. We all know that JKR isn't going to sue us... she's far too
nice and she enjoys reading these far too much... (you should hear what she
says about fanfiction on her official website. lol)
A/N: Here's the next chapter. CH. 2 didn't get as much feedback as CH.1,
which made me sad, but I hope that I get PLENTY of reviews for this chapter!
Now off you go! Enjoy...
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Harry woke the next morning with a splitting headache, proof of the previous
night's activities. He got out of bed begrudgingly, cursing the early morning
light and his dorm-mates, who were talking at an ungodly volume! He dressed
slowly and sat on his bed, massaging his temples.
"You alright there, Harry?" Seamus asked, smirking knowingly.
"I'm fine," he growled, "I've had worse hangovers than
this."
"How much did you drink?" Ron asked.
Harry muttered something unintelligibly.
"What?" Seamus said.
"A bottle..." Harry repeated.
"Of what?" Dean exclaimed.
"...whiskey," he said, making them laugh, "Shut up!"
"Come on," Ron said, pulling Harry up, "Maybe you'll feel
better once you've eaten."
"I doubt it..." Harry grumbled, following them to the Great Hall
for breakfast.
"How're you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked curtly.
"My head hurts like a bitch," he retorted.
"Good. That's what you get," she said.
"Don't start with me, Hermione," he said, grabbing a piece of
toast, "It's too early."
"You deserve it!" she scolded, "What you did was stupid and
irresponsible. I bet you'll think twice before drinking again, won't you?"
"No," he said, making Ron, Seamus, and Dean laugh, "'Mione,
I've been drinking regularly all summer- not heavily, but I usually have
a couple drinks every night. Some nights I just need to get pissed."
"Hear, hear!" Seamus said, toasting him, "Well said, mate,
well said!"
This earned him a stony glare from Hermione.
Harry stood up, leaving his half-eaten toast on his plate, and grinned at
them. "I'll see you guys in class, okay?"
Seamus, who was still subject to Hermione's glare, stood as well. "I'll
come too..." he said, walking out of the Great Hall with Harry.
Draco watched them leave, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. He would have to
have a good long talk with Finnegan later...
"So..." Harry said, smirking, "I'm sober now."
Seamus choked on air. "Are you serious? Have you really crossed over to
our side of the playing field?"
Harry shrugged. "Pretty much. That was the news I got yesterday. I had
a long talk with... somebody and they kind of enlightened me."
"Who was this person?" Seamus asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Harry responded.
"So I can give them a huge kiss and thank them from the bottom of my
heart," Seamus said earnestly.
Harry laughed.
"I would make good on my promise, Harry, but I'm actually
involved with someone, right now," Seamus said.
"Dean- I know. I was just kidding anyway," Harry said, "I
think I already like somebody."
"You really move fast..." Seamus said, "Who is it?"
"Same person who 'enlightened' me," Harry said.
"And that person is...?" Seamus prompted.
Harry sighed. "You have to swear not to tell anybody."
"I swear!"
Harry whispered in his ear and he gasped loudly.
"Of all the guys in school, he's probably the only one I wouldn't have
guessed," Seamus said, "But- wow, have you got good taste! He's
smart, rich, and gorgeous."
"And he's actually really nice," Harry said, "But- I don't
think he likes me like that."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... there's a way to find that out," Seamus said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Spend the whole day flirting with me and if he tries to kill me, he
likes you," Seamus said, grinning, "I don't know why, but he seems
like he'd be the jealous type."
Harry chuckled.
"I'll have to tell Dean what's going on, though. I don't want him to
get the wrong idea."
"That's fine... we have Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures,
Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions with the Slytherins, so we'll do it
then," Harry said.
"Don't forget lunch and dinner!" Seamus said enthusiastically,
"This is going to be fun! I absolutely love jealousy... it's so
hot."
Harry rolled his eyes. "If he even gets jealous."
"Even if he doesn't, the rest of the school will," Seamus said,
"Everybody likes you, Harry. You�re just too dense to notice."
An idea suddenly struck Harry. "Go ahead without me. I've got to run to
the common room. I- forgot something."
"Alright, I'll save you a seat," Seamus said, and Harry sped off.
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When Harry walked into Transfiguration, he got quite a reaction. For the
first time since he entered Hogwarts, he wasn't wearing glasses. The
famous striking green eyes were no longer hidden behind thick lenses and were
now staring quite innocently around the room. The effect was- breathtaking...
he had always been incredibly attractive- even beautiful- but now he was absolutely
gorgeous! He took the seat next to Seamus, winking at Dean, who was smirking,
just as McGonagal entered the room.
"Where're your glasses?" Seamus whispered.
�Contacts� thought the glasses kind of messed with my image,� Harry replied.
Seamus chuckled, glancing back at Draco before leaning into Harry and
whispering, �You�re not playing fair��
Harry smiled. �I came to win,� he said, his eyes glinting.
Seamus glanced at Draco again and nearly flinched at the murderous glare
that the blonde was shooting at him. He turned back to Harry and opened his
mouth to speak.
�Mr. Finnegan, Mr. Potter,� McGonagal said, �Is there something you�d like
to share with the class?�
�No, Professor,� Harry said sweetly, �We�ll behave.�
Dean snickered quietly, making Ron even more confused than he was already.
Harry could feel Draco�s angry gaze on his back and he silently prayed that
neither he nor Seamus would wind up on the receiving end of that anger. Seamus,
however, seemed to be having a fine time of it. He played the part of the
shameless flirt quite well, taking every opportunity to touch Harry or whisper
in his ear. But� that was, Harry couldn�t help but think, probably because he was a shameless flirt. The day went
by rather quickly for Harry and soon they were filing back into the Great Hall
for dinner.
�Harry,� Seamus said, sitting next to him, �He seems pretty angry. What do
you say we keep this up until Saturday? Then, if we find out it wasn�t a fluke
caused by a bad mood, you can have him meet you somewhere to talk.�
�You�re having too much fun,� Dean
said, chuckling.
�I promise I�ll make it up to you- somehow��
Seamus said dramatically, �So, Harry?�
�I don�t know�� he said uncertainly.
�Come on. It�s only two more days,� Seamus said, �Please? I love being able
to tick- him- off by doing the one thing that I�m really good at! Don�t take
that away from me!�
�You�re such a drama queen, Seamus,� Ginny said, sitting down with Ron and
Hermione, �What are you whining about this time?�
Seamus grinned. �Nothing that concerns you.�
�Fine�� Harry sighed, �But only until Saturday.�
�Perfect!� Seamus exclaimed happily.
Harry shook his head, smiling.
�What are you two talking about?� Ron asked.
�It�s nothing. Just� a bet,� Harry said, swinging his bag over his shoulder
and standing, �I�m not really hungry. I�m going to head up. See you later.�
He walked out and up to the Prefect�s bathroom, where he ran every tap until
the pool-sized tub was filled with every type of bubble, foam, and fog
imaginable. He stripped, sinking into the water with a sigh. He relaxed for
nearly an hour before washing his hair and body, trying to clear his mind of
his memories and his thoughts about Draco. In the end, he did the only thing
that he knew would calm his raging mind. He dragged himself out of the tub to
sit on the cold tile floor and pulled his dagger out of its box. He drew it
down his arm, again watching the blood drip down his skin to pool by his feet
before casting a cleansing charm and the healing charm he always used.
He dressed quickly and headed back up to the common room. By the time he
arrived, the place was nearly empty, so he sat on the sofa and reached into his
bag for his journal, only to come up empty handed. He ran to the dorm and tore
the room apart searching for it. However, it seemed to have just- disappeared.
He fell to his knees on the floor and cried silently. If anybody read that�
they would know his deepest, darkest secrets. They could the information over
to Voldemort or worse� use the information to turn him over to Voldemort. He
hoped that whoever found it was an honest person, so they wouldn�t read it� but
even then he knew it was no use. A person would have to have virtues made of
diamonds to resist the urge to read the private journal of the Boy-Who-Lived.
He sighed, wiping his face on his sleeve and gathering his composure. He
righted the room and went back downstairs. The moment he sat down a plate of
sandwiches appeared on the table in front of him. There was a note next to it
and he picked it up.
�Harry,

�� You didn�t eat lunch or
dinner. You�re skinny enough as it is, so I had Dobby send you these. Eat at
least two. Trust me, I�ll find out it you don�t. You need to eat more, okay? If
not for you or me, then do it for Finnegan. You wouldn�t want to make your
boyfriend worry, now would you? Do you think you could meet me in the abandoned
classroom in the Astronomy Tower on Saturday after lunch?��

�� D.M.�
Harry folded the note and put it in his pocket, smiling stupidly. He ate
three and a half sandwiches and then called for Dobby.
�You can take these back. I�m full, now,� he said.
Dobby beamed. �Mister Malfoy will be pleased. Dobby hopes the Harry Potter
will take better care of himself from now on.�
Harry smiled warmly at him. �Thanks, Dobby. I will.�
�Harry Potter must promise,� Dobby insisted.
�Alright, I promise,� he said.
Still beaming, Dobby disappeared with the plate. Harry sighed, forgetting
about his journal for the moment and simply looking forward to his meeting with
Draco on Saturday.
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So� how coincidental was it that Draco just happened to want to meet on the day the Harry was going to ask him
to meet? Lol. Oh, the conveniences of fanfiction, right? Well, don�t forget to
review! They feed my plot bunnies, don�t you know. Keeps �em healthy and
energized. Until next time�
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