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Why Do You Even Care?	By : DrapedInBlack Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

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Disclaimer: I really don�t see the point in these. I think
we all know that I don�t own the damn thing. Except for my pathetic girlish fantasies�but,
it�s what gets me through my sleepless nights.

Lookie, here. I updated again.
*does a rare happy dance* My nose is fine now�thanks
for all of you who wished it better. My flu is gone as well. Also, by me living
in VA, we got tons of snow...well, not really tons�but enough to get 4 days
off! Thurs, Fri, then Mon. and Tues.! Yah! Made me happy, that�s a 5 day
weekend. Excellent.

Anyway, you guys don�t care about that. Here�s the
blasted story�enjoy!

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The sun peaked through the open curtains, shining into
Harry�s closed eyes. He writhed underneath his warm blanket as his eyes slowly
fluttered open. Cursing at the sun as his eyes adjusted to the light. After
about a minute he glanced over at the four-post, queen-sized bed, seeing a
figured still in it. Quietly, Harry walked over to the sleeping Slytherin. His hair was aimed in all different directions;
a couple strands lay across his face. His lips were slightly parted and his
breathing was smooth.

Harry thought it would be best to let him sleep, so he
tiptoed to the bathroom to take a shower. The Gryffindor stripped of his
clothing and started the water. The steam rose from the water and Harry placed
on foot inside. A sigh was released from his still tired lungs. Closing the
curtain, he flicked on the showerhead, letting the water stream down his face
and chest. The water soothed him, but he couldn�t forget the night before.

All the scars. I couldn�t believe
how many there were. And those designs�were they cut in, or something
different? I just can�t understand how he could do that to himself. I wonder how long he�s been doing it. He did
some while we were fighting too�I just�don�t know what to do. He�s right�

I can�t protect him all the time.

And he had answered me so clearly.

-Flashback-

�Draco, were you trying to�kill
yourself?�

�I was hoping to, but I wasn�t sure it would work, but I
knew if I failed I could just do it again.�

�Do you still want to?�

�Yes.�

-End Flashback-

How do I respond to that? He wants to die�how can I help
him? I�m so confused�

Harry squeezed his hand
into a fist, knuckles white, nails digging into his palm, and without thinking he
slammed it into the tile wall. He felt the old substance crack and chip at the
impact. He felt the shards slice against his knuckles; the blood running down
his forearm and then dripping into the hot water. Harry bit his lip as he
pulled his fist back; a few pieces of the old tile fell, getting stuck around
the drain. He looked at his reddened knuckles and fingers. Small, yet somewhat
deep cuts were randomly dispersed across them. He got cleaned up, ignoring the
pain coming from his hand when the soap had hit his hand, but the bleeding had
stopped.

Getting out, he dried his
slightly tan body off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He looked around
and cursed, realizing he had left his clothes outside. Deciding he would just
go out and get some, Harry reached for the door, closing his hand into a ball.
A stronger jolt of pain hit his hand and used it to turn the doorknob. Thin,
crimson lines appeared along the fresh incisions, but the surface tension
didn�t break, so no need to worry.

When he entered the room,
steam flowing out behind him, he saw a movement on the bed. Then his ears
caught faint whimpers coming from that direction. Without thinking, Harry
bolted over to the bed. His eyes fell as he saw that Draco
was having a nightmare. Murmuring incoherent words.

Harry slowly let his hand
move closer to the blonde�s cheek. Only centimeters apart, but he flinched a
little at the sound that escaped Draco�s lips. �No�Lucius.�

�Lucius?� Harry whispered.
Then a sharp intake of breath was heard and Draco sat
upright in his bed.

His breath was erratic as his eyes were wide and
unadjusted to the atmosphere. He saw the silhouette of a figure, darkened by
the light behind him. But, as his pupils widened, he could make out smoldering
emerald eyes and jet-black hair.

�Harry?� Draco questioned.

�Yes.� Harry paused and saw the teen relaxing. Hearing
him mumble the words �just a nightmare�. Harry wondered, �In you�re
nightmare�um�what was happening?�

Draco hesitated and looked
around for something to change the subject with. When he looked down, a slight
blush appeared across the Slytherin�s ashen cheeks.
�Harry, why are you in a towel?� It seemed all the tension from last night had
been lost.

Harry frowned at first, knowing Draco
was avoiding the question, but when he glanced down at himself, sure enough, he
was still in his towel. �Uh�well�I took a shower�and I forgot my clothes out
here�and then you were making noises�and I went to check�so I didn�t have time
to get my clothes on, so�yeah.� Harry stuttered out.

�Ah.� Is all Draco could say. Why am I blushing? Then suddenly Draco�s eyes widened and he started to shift and fidget on
the bed.

THAT�S why I�m blushing! Draco
thought horridly.

�Draco, are you okay?� Harry
questioned at his rivals odd actions.

�Yeah, yeah�I was just thinking a shower would be
nice�yep�so I�m going to go take one. Can I borrow some clothes?�

�Sure�� Harry answered strangely, unsure of how to react
to Draco�s behavior. He leaned over, keeping his
towel on, and grabbed an outfit for Draco out of his
spare trunk in the room. �Here.�

Draco accepted the clothes and
bolted to the bathroom locking the door behind him. �Nice cold shower.� Draco mumbled to himself in the bathroom.

This is just wrong. Harry? No, it�s because its early,
yep early mornings can do that to you.

Draco removed his clothing and
cursed as he looked down. He turned on the water and let it run cold.

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About twenty minutes later, Draco
immerged from the bathroom in Harry�s clothes. When Harry glanced up from the Slytherin�s book, he was almost a little worried. He
himself was already quite skinny, but the clothes on Draco
were a bit too big for him. I wish he�d eat more.

�What are you looking at, Potter?� Draco
then glanced over to Harry, who was currently on the bed, and then to the book
in his hand. �Is that my book?�

Harry flipped over the title and laughed a bit. �Yes,
it�s quite good too, though I didn�t know you were into the whole muggle romance novel thing.�

�Give me that.� Draco
demanded.

�No, I�m just getting to the part where Logan is seducing Karen.� Harry said,
smirking at the pages.

�I�m serious.�

�So am I, I want to see what happens.� Harry insisted.

�Potter!� Draco growled.

Harry smirked. �Well, you seem a bit more energetic this
morning, sleep well?�

�Fuck you Potter, and actually I did sleep well.� Draco huffed.

Harry smiled and then lifted the book back up to his
face. His eyes darted back and forth, proving that he was reading. Suddenly Harry
felt a force drag the book away from its position down to his lap. A smirk
spread from ear to ear across Draco�s face and then
he pulled roughly on the book. Harry complied by quickly snatching it back and
jumping away from the Slytherin.

�Give it here you insufferable git!�
Draco yelled.

Harry only laughed and jumped away from the advancing
pounce.

�Logan then walked over to Karen, pushing a strand of
hair behind her ears. He leaned his body against hers, pinning her against the
chilled door.� Harry read from the book, fueling Draco�s
aggression.

�Harry!� Draco screamed,
diving towards the Gryffindor, missing by inches.

�Karen wasn�t sure of what to do at first, but Logan
leaned his head forward to where their lips were just a hair apart, feeling one
another�s tickling hot breath. Finally, for what seemed like hours, Lagan
closed the space between them causing Karen to gasp into his mouth. The kiss
started out slow, but�mmph.�

Draco had dived from the floor
to the prancing Harry on the bed. The Slytherin hit his
target, forcing the Gryffindor to fall onto his back, and himself to rain on
top. Draco straddled both sides of the dark-haired
teen. �Alright, I won, so hand it over.�

�Aw�just when it was getting good too.� Harry teased.

�Ha, ha, now give it up.� Draco
said, holding out his hand.

Harry grumbled. �Oh alright.� While handing it over,
Harry could feel Draco�s hand brush is recently
wounded one. He hissed at the skin-to-skin contact.

�What�d I�what happened?� Draco
wondered.

�Well you see�� Harry�s words just drifted off, leaving
the question unanswered.

An idea popped into his head. �Is that what happened to
the tile in the shower?�

Harry fidgeted a bit and looked away. �Uh�yeah�that�d be
it. And don�t ask��

Draco stared at him for a second
about to question him, probably to be pushed to another depressing
conversation, until he realized something. He hadn�t felt this good; this
relaxed in a long time. He did sleep well last night, better than he ever had.
Ever since he was young, he never felt safe. Part of him knew he was, but the
other was always afraid that something would happen. Last night, he
slept the whole night through, no disturbances until the early part of the
morning when his nightmare arose. He was in too far a good mood to question
Harry.

�Whatever.� Draco stated
blandly, removing a leg from one side of Harry and then falling on his back. A
silence passed again, they seemed to have a lot of those lately. Finally, Draco broke it. �You know, I should hate you.�

Harry lifted one eyebrow as he leaned onto his side,
propping his head on his good hand.

Draco continued. �I told you
and showed you more than I have to anyone else and you�re my bloody rival.
We�ve been consistently fighting for six years, and you�d think I�d hate you.�

�Well, do you?�

�Do I what?� Draco played
dumb.

�You know, do you hate me?� Harry questioned, leaning
closer to the light-haired teen.

Draco looked at Harry, his
smile, his eyes, hair, body�every little detail available for one�s eyes, and
then, looking to the window he replied. �I don�t know. Do you hate me?�

Harry almost exactly repeated Draco�s
previous actions, eyeing the boy next to him. �I don�t know either, but I don�t
think so.�

�It�s weird.� They both said in sync. Glancing at one
another, a smile spread across each other�s features until they both burst into
a fit of laughter.

The hilarity slowed and they sat on the bed with tears
prickling the sides. Harry leaned back up on his side like before and faced Draco. �What?� Draco asked when
he felt warm eyes upon him.

�Nothing�well, it�s just that�it�s great to see you
smile.� Harry responded truthfully. Draco looked at
him funny and Harry went to explain further. �I don�t know,
it just seems to suit you more. Maybe it�s just because I�m so used to your
glares or frowns. I�ve just always seen you laugh menacingly�never just,
everyday laughter.�

Draco smirked, and watched as
Harry rose. He stretched revealing his lower abdomen and then exhaled. �Well,
are we friends?� Harry said abruptly, no warning at all, and extended his hand.

He smiled and Draco could do
nothing but return the gesture. �Seems so.� The Slytherin
Prince accepted the Gryffindor wonder-boy�s hand.

�Well, it�s about time for lunch,
it seems we slept through breakfast.� Harry said, staring at his new friend.
�Will you��

But before Harry could finish his sentence Draco cut in. �I promise to eat�more than I usually do.
Satisfied?� Harry could only nod. The boys exited the comfortable confinements of
the room. They went down the path they had came from and found their way at the
entrance of the Great Hall. When they looked around there were Orange and Black decorations littering the
walls.

�Oh, it�s Halloween today. I completely forgot.� Draco stated looking around.

�Jeez, Halloween already, slipped my mind too.� Harry
paused. �Hey Draco�� Harry started, shifting his
feet.

�Hm?�

�Well, I was wondering, would you come back to the room
tonight? You know stay again�or you don�t have to stay I
guess, just for awhile or maybe��

�Calm yourself Potter. And anyway, why would you want me
back? I did nothing but read.� Draco inquired towards
the talking impaired Gryffindor as of late.

Harry looked and Draco, trying
to seem calmer than he felt. Merlin I�m fidgeting! �Well, I enjoy your
company.�

Draco was shocked by the
openness, but had one further question. �What about your Gryffindor buddies,
won�t they miss your presence? Especially Granger and Weasley.�

�Them�� Harry stated flatly rolling his eyes. �They�re
friends, just, they�re annoying. Plus they�ve got each other to snog. Actually I�m kind of glad they go off alone, finally
gives me time for myself. What about you and the whole Slytherin
house?�

Draco eyed him and frowned.
�They�ll be fine. They often bore me anyhow. You try getting a decent
conversation out of Crabbe or Goyle,
Blaise is cool I guess, but Pansy�she�s not all there
in the head. She clings to me like a magnet. Wouldn�t mind the extra time to breath�unless you�re going to start clinging�� Draco made a face.

Harry snickered. �Don�t get you�re hopes up.�

�Damn, so excited too.� Draco
said, plastering his trademark smirk. �Well we best be off. See you after the
Halloween Banquet?�

�Yeah, sure.� They entered the Great Hall and quickly separated
to their individual house tables. As usual, Harry sat across from his friends.
Picking up a plate, he started to grab some food, him being not that picky.

�Harry, where were you last night�and this morning? We
couldn�t find you anywhere!� Hermione spoke up.

Harry glanced up catching the eyes of a familiar Slytherin. Harry watched him grab a somewhat decent amount
of food and slowly start to eat.

�Harry?�

Shaking his head, Harry looked back at his friends. �Hm�oh�um nowhere. Just off.� Harry said, continuing to
sneak glances at Draco, making sure he was actually
eating.

Oh Merlin! I feel like a worried mother. I�m loosing
it. Truly loosing it.

�That�s all you can say! That you were �just off�?� Ron
bellowed.

�Ron, I couldn�t sleep last night, too much caffeine or
something, so I just kind of roamed around the halls. Wasn�t caught. I just
skipped breakfast because I didn�t feel like eating. Seriously guys, you�re
over reacting.�

Hermione looked at her friend. �Harry�� She started.

�Yes Hermione?� Harry questioned, taking a drink.

�It�s just; you�ve been acting, well, distant
lately. I feel like I don�t see you anymore.� She said sadly.

�She�s right mate, you�re always �just off�.� Ron added.

Harry looked at them and thought back. I guess I have
been a bit distant, but so what? I�m doing stuff for myself for once and
they�re getting worried. God forbid I have a life of my own. �Guess you�re
right. Oh and Happy Halloween.� Is all Harry could say to his friends. No sorry, no explanations, just agreeing with them
and wishing them a happy holiday.

They stared at him blankly. �Yeah, Happy Halloween.� Ron
grumbled.

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Welp� there it is. I suppose
it�s more light hearted this one. There will be more angst to come, but I have
to put a break in there. I hope it doesn�t annoy you guys�but I�m not rushing
this story. Not one kiss, but it annoys me sometimes when I want to read a good
story and then they kiss, and then love each other in the first chapter. Don�t
get me wrong I love and have written ones like that, but sometimes, a plot is
fun, ne?

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please review, I love them
damnit! Isn�t that enough?

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