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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-7
Edge
Draco
Father was happy when he saw Slyth wrapped on my forearm. The snake is quite protective of me and father is a bit scared of him. He tries to hide his discomfort but I can tell. It's amusing to see father back off slowly when Slyth looks at him. I wonder what Harry told him. Slyth only ever leaves me alone when he needs to feed. I wish I was a parslemouth too.
"Goodbye father. Mother." I murmur and Slyth hisses at father who backs off, his eyes wide. I had heard in the past that animals have a very strong intuition. I can clearly see that it's true. Father has stopped trying to intimidate me and trying to force his own decisions on me.
I really, really don't want to join the ranks of the dark lord. Everyone says that he is dead but father says that he will return very soon and since my father is or rather was a death eater, I have to believe him. Mother and father nod at me and I turn around before dragging my luggage on the train.
"No house elves to help you, eh Malfoy?" I hear. It's Weasley, the most annoying among the brood. Others are almost tolerable but Ronald Weasley is the only one who doesn't leave me alone at all. He doesn't leave any opportunity to make fun of me, to tease me about my name or father or about my father being a death eater.
As usual, I try to ignore him and move ahead, trying to search for an empty compartment.
"Awwww. Poor Malfoy. Having to do all your work on your own. Poor poor Malfoy." He croons and I can hear the underlying jealousy in his words.
I roll my eyes and keep walking. He keeps on following me. Can't he just leave me alone. I can only wish but he doesn't. Git that he is. He follows me. Others make way for me and I walk slowly, my nose up in the air. They think that I am arrogant but I don't think so. How am I supposed to survive in a castle of full of people who despise my father and despise me just because I happen to be his son. They see what I try to show them, feel what I want them to feel and behave how I want them to behave.
"Where are your minions Malfoy?"
At this I do stop and whirl around. When I find Crabbe and Goyle standing just behind Weasley, I smirk wickedly, "Look behind you, you stupid Weasel?"
He does and almost staggers when Crabbe and goyle glare dangerously at him.
"Wait." It's amusing that Harry chose this moment to butt in. Where was he when the stupid Weasel was making fun of me.
I roll my eyes and indicate Crabbe and Goyle to move behind me. They oblige and I sneer at Harry, wondering what he will say. I expect him to yell at me or glare at me. His green eyes are annoyed and I wait for him to shout at me. But it never happens. Instead, he rounds upon Weasley and glares at him, "Must you mock him? He wasn't bothering you, was he?"
I stare at him. For the first time, I am completely speechless. For the first time, someone has chosen not to see what I show. Instead, he noticed that I was only retaliating.
Of course, that's who Harry is because, the moment he speaks in my defense, Finnigan calls loudly, "Malfoy is a git, Harry."
"Yes, he is right Potter." Finch Fletchly echoes him and Bones continues in a low voice, "He is evil Harry. You don't know him. You-"
"They are right Harry. You don't want to befriend the wrong sort of people." Weasley looks at Harry while muttering and I whirl around to leave because surely Harry would consider me the wrong sort now.
"Thank you Ron but I can tell who the wrong sort are. Don't need your help there." I freeze when I hear these words and swivel around. It must look quite amusing to a third person but everyone is busy looking at Harry with awe and Crabbe and Goyle are too stupid to notice humor.
Harry is looking at me and his eyes are sharp and intelligent. My cheeks color a bit and I open the compartment right in front of me to check whether it's empty. It is so I ask Crabbe and Goyle to find some other compartment. They oblige and mutter, "We will be with Blaise and Pansy." I don't reply and enter the compartment, ignoring Harry's sharp gaze and close the door.
After opening the window a bit, I sit down and gaze outside, thinking about nothing in particular. But then the door opens and it's Harry who enters in and I am forced to think about the boy. Initially, I had thought that he was a naive little boy who would leave no stone unturned to make my life a living hell.
Now, it seems otherwise though. He walks in and sits across me. I turn my eyes towards the window again. The weather is quite nice and various children are waving at their parents. The train is just about to leave.
Harry clears his throat and mutters in a clear voice, "I want to be a Slytherin." My jaw pops open and I literally stare at him, shock written all over my face.
His eyes are green and again they are so sharp. I don't want him to be sorted in Slytherin. It seems wrong somehow.
Wondering why he wishes it, I ask, "Why? Why do you want that? Your parents were gryffindors."
He studies me for a few moments. I meet his eyes confidently, knowing that he is testing the waters. He is not the only one who is perceptive.
"From what you said that say, it seemed that Gryffindors are rash and quarrelsome. I want to become a Slytherin because I think that it is the only path through which I can learn manipulating people to my own benefit. I can learn how to punish them when they don't do as I say. My relatives have always neglected me. I want to punish them. The wizarding world left me with my horrible relatives and that too when I was the one who killed the dark lord. I want to punish it too." He finishes and looks expectantly at me. His eyes are gleaming and there is a smirk on his face. I think that it doesn't suit him. I am alarmed and afraid for him now. He shouldn't be sorted in Slytherin. He shouldn't.
Moreover, if the dark lord returns in the future, either he would manipulate Harry into joining his force of death eaters or Harry would join the dark lord as his equal.
I can't imagine a future in which Harry is a person everyone is afraid of and so I decided to handle this tactfully. I have already judged from Harry's behavior that he is an emotional person and I can cash on that.
I pout at him, jutting my lower lip out and transform my eyes from blank to melancholic. The transformation of his smirk into concern is instant.
"You don't want me to be a slytherin." He asks me and I shake my head.
"Why?" He asks. His voice is a bit annoyed. I shrug and mutter, "Don't ask questions I can't answer if you want to hear the truth."
"But, it's so unfair. You-"
"It's what it is. I don't want you to be sorted into slytherin but apparently being sorted into Slytherin is more important than your friend.... so what can I say." I complete my sentence with an unhappy shrug.
"Draco." He insists and I don't look at him. The train has already started. I look out of the window.
"Draco, listen to me." He presses and I snap at him, "But you are more interested in punishing others than my happiness."
"You would be happy if I am not in Slytherin then?" He asks and I mutter, my eyes away from his, "Yes."
"Which house do you want me to be in?" He asks me and I mutter in a heartbeat, "Gryffindor."
"And you won't tell me the reason." His voice is a bit annoyed. Mind you, only a bit.
"No."
"Won't or can't." He asks me and I look at him seriously, "Both."
Our eyes meet once again and he studies me for the next few moments.
"Okay but why will the hat listen to me."
"Father said that if you want something very badly, the hat listens to you. You just have to beg it to sort you in Gryffindor, not in Slytherin." I answer him and he sighs, "All right, I will do that but someday you will have to tell me the reason. Promise me that you will."
"I promise." I say in a heartbeat and continue, "Now you should befriend the Weasel. In spite of all his faults, he can be a very good friend."
"Why can't I sit here with you?" He asks me. I am surprised that he can read me so well. I answer truthfully, "No-one must know that we are friends."
"Why?"
"Don't ask." I say and avert my eyes. He huffs in annoyance and gets up. I think that he will storm out but he ruffles my hair and runs away, laughing mischievously.
"Bloody git." I yell at his back and his laughter echoes in my mind for the entire train ride.
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Wednesday dawns bright and sunny and Harry wakes up. It's not the pre-dawn glow creeping inside the room that has awakened him. Draco is typing something very rapidly.
He blinks a couple of times before sitting up. After drinking two glasses of water, he finally calls Draco, "Draco. Did you even sleep?"
"Hmmmm. Almost done. Wait for a moment. Harry, I think that we should publish the book year by year." Draco whispers and Harry is amused. Draco had not been interested in this book at all and now he seems so eager to get it published.
A few moments later, finally Draco gets up and walks towards Harry. He sits in front of Harry and looks into his eyes. Harry studies him. His eyes are sparkling. Harry's eyes-brows raise in surprise.
"You are happy. Why are you so happy?" Harry asks him, his lips upturned in a smile.
"After all these years, you can still read me so well. It's been almost seven years now." He says and Harry pecks his nose softly before whispering, "After all these years, you can still stop me from crossing the line."
Harry is extremely surprised when Draco hugs his tightly.
"I- Read this chapter carefully. You will know why I didn't want you to be sorted into Slytherin. I forgot that I had promised to tell you the reason."
Harry pulls back and looks into Draco's sparkling eyes. After such a long time, he is seeing true happiness on Draco's face.
"I love you." Harry whispers and the happiness in silver eyes becomes tenfold.
"I love you too." Draco replies and places his face on Harry's shoulder.
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