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Darkness Or Light. What Is your Choice?	By : Kalariona Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here, finally, is chapter 8. The plot is going to start moving slightly faster now! (I hope!) Anyway, my thanks to all who have read this little ditty of mine and to all those who continue to read it!

Harry/Draco romance, with angst, darkness, Potions and all other stuff to keep you entertained through a cold winters night!
I do not own Harry Potter! What can I say? J K Rowling beat me to it and now she has the fame, while I while away on fanfiction! Oh well, here you are:

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

Chapter 8 - Tell Me Draco, How Do You Feel?

Draco was in a state of disbelief. He shouldn�t have agreed to make that Potion for his Potions coursework and he most definitely shouldn�t have agreed to be the tester. He should have told Weasley to drink it. He had come out with the one statement of his feelings that he had been trying to dispel from himself and deny for a long time.

�You love Harry!�

He didn�t. It was a lie. These feelings were from a sickness they hadn�t identified yet and he hated Harry! Oh god, he had just called him Harry in his mind!
�Uuuhhh.� He groaned, his hand grabbing onto the wall beside him. His stomach turned over and his head began to swim. The image of Har...Potter coming into his mind. How he had looked in the Potion�s room that evening when he had looked at him for a second. The blush on his face and determined stance as he stood next to Blaise. His eyes. Harry�s eyes. The deep green, like the emerald stones his mother had an ample supply of. The emerald stones which he had taken a couple of and were sitting in his dorm room right now. Emerald. He had always loved the colour, the way they glittered and sparkled. Harry�s eyes did that. Was that the reason he always lost himself when he stared into them? No. He had only begun to look at emeralds after he had met Harry in the robe shop in Diagon Alley. Not before. Harry�s eyes were unique. No one else had eyes of that shade. Eyes that glowed, depending on what emotions that Harry was going through. Even the pictures of Lily Potter, Harry�s mother, showed green eyes, but nowhere as brilliant as Harry�s.
Yes, Harry! He couldn�t stop himself from calling him Harry now.

�You love Harry!�

�I don�t. I don�t.� Draco gasped out. �I don�t love the Wonder Boy. I am not gay.� He stumbled a bit further down the corridor, his hand still holding the wall for support. Why couldn�t he shake this off? Why? He was a Malfoy damn it and shouldn�t be acting like this. Oh no, and Weasley knew what he was feeling, That was a disaster beyond disasters.
�I�m in hell.� He whispered. �I�m drowning and Harry Potter is the only lifeline. It�s either sink, or grab on, never mind the consequences.� He continued to mumble to himself in this fashion until he heard a familiar voice from somewhere on his right.
�Hermione. Are you okay? Why are you crying?�
�Harry?� Draco whispered. He looked around and spotted the Transfiguration classroom a few yards away. Harry�s voice was coming from the room. Curiously, Draco made his way to the open door and peered through the crack. The room was dark, but a little moonlight shone through the windows. He spotted Harry sitting on the edge of McGonagall�s desk, Granger standing between his knees, her hands over her face. Harry had his hands on her shoulders.
�Hermione?�
�I�m fine Harry. I�m just trying to tell you something, but it�s hard for me. I don�t know how you�re going to react to it.�
�Tell me �Mione. Whatever it is, you know I�ll understand.� Damn Gryffindors. Too noble and understanding, was the first thing Draco thought when he heard those words, but Granger�s next words made his heart stop.
�I....I love you Harry.�
There was silence for a few moments then Harry�s voice replied.
�I love you too �Mione. I�ve told you lots of times that I care...�
�NO!� Granger�s voice raced a few octaves. �I mean, I love you, as in I have feelings for you. I love you.�
Silence once again reigned in that room for a few minutes. Draco strained his eyes to see Harry�s face. He had a look of shock etched on his features but not much else.
�Say something.� Granger�s voice sounded teary.
�Say nothing.� Draco whispered. �Walk away Harry. You don�t love her.� But that didn�t happen.
�How long?� Harry finally spoke. His voice shook a little but it was clear. �How long have you felt this way �Mione?�
�After the second task during the Triwizard Tournament. That was when I realised I liked you more than friendship.� Granger was looking down at Harry�s knees. �I was so scared that I would loose you. It�s grown stronger ever since�
�What about Ron?� Harry�s voice now sounded strangled. Draco realised he was breathing heavily as the pain in his chest began to overtake him. He covered his mouth with a hand, trying to even his breathing. This was getting worse. He was going to be sick.
�What about Ron? Do you mean does he know? Yes he does. He guessed for himself a while ago.�
�And what was his reaction to it?�
�He was fine. Totally understanding. Ginny was a different matter though. I think I upset her.�
�Oh!� Harry fell silent again. Draco continued to stare at him, waiting for his proper answer impatiently. Granger must have been too because she gripped Harry knees tightly with her fingers and stared into his face.
�Well Harry? How do you feel?�
�I don�t know �Mione! I�m sorry but I never thought you would like me like that. I never thought about it. I�m sorry �Mione, really but I can�t reply to that statement.� The voice sounded slightly pleading now, as though Harry had no idea what to do.
�Yes!� Draco whispered, the pain in his chest easing slightly and the nausea fading to a point where the sick feeling wasn�t as prominent.
�Can we at least give it a try?� He heard Grangers voice say timidly.
�Give it a try?� A confused sounding Harry echoed.
�Being in a relationship.� Granger had raised her hand and was now touching Harry�s face, stroking it gently along his cheek. �You�ll never know unless you try!�
Harry�s eyes widened at these words and Draco watched in horror as slowly, he nodded. Granger gave a squeal, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to Harry�s in what only could be described as an attempted first kiss. As Draco watched, Harry closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around the waist of the girl in front of him and began to participate in the girls attempts. He pulled himself away from the door, nearly crying in pain as the urge to be sick intensified again.
�Bathroom. I need the bathroom!� Draco staggered along the corridor as fast as he could go until he reached the boys bathroom. He raced in, straight into a stall and began to throw up, again and again, trying to dislodge the pain inside him. When he had thrown up as much as he could, he flushed the chain and sat on the cold floor next to the toilet, hugging his knees. �Damn you Harry Potter.� He hissed, rocking himself slightly, then lifted h his hand to grab a piece of toilet roll to wipe his mouth with. When he removed the paper from his mouth, he noticed wet spots on the sheet. He placed his fingers by his eyes and felt tracks of liquid. He�d been crying! �You bastard! What have you done to me?� Draco couldn�t hold it anymore. He felt a sob welling up from deep inside and he let it out, no longer caring if anyone saw or heard him. He rested his head on his knees and cried, still in pain and still feeling sick.
�Hey.� He felt two arms encircle him and hold him tightly. Draco looked up into red hair and gasped in total shock. Weasley?
�W.... What are you doing?� Draco stuttered out.
�I�m attempting to comfort you Malfoy, what do you think?� Weasley leaned back and then handed Draco some more toilet roll. �I can still feel your emotions.� He placed a hand on his chest. �Boy was it painful and I was nearly sick myself. I understand what you are feeling.�
Draco couldn�t respond to that. He just leaned his forehead back on his knees, the tears still leaking out of his eyes and Weasley�s hands still holding his shoulders.
~~
Ron couldn�t believe that he was sitting here, in the boys bathroom, on the cold floor, hugging Draco Malfoy. If someone had told him at the beginning of the school year that he would be doing this, he would have laughed in his or her faces, then would have owled St Mungo�s to get them committed!
�Malfoy.� Ron sat back on his heels, looking into his face. �Look at me.� He still felt a sharp pain flooding through him, emanating from the other boy in front of him. He still had at least fifteen minutes until the potion wore off. �What happened?� He knew something had. He had been walking back from the potions classroom when a strong feeling of nausea had washed over him and he had practically sprinted to the boy�s toilets at the end of the hall, which just so happened to be the place where Malfoy had ended up. Something had brought on that feeling and he stared at Malfoy firmly.
�I saw Harry and Granger.... In the Transfiguration classroom.... Kissing! They�re dating!� Tears began to slip from Malfoy�s silvery eyes again and Ron sighed, offering more tissue. Malfoy was definitely far-gone! He had started to call Harry by his first name and was confiding in him! He most definitely had to sort through his weird file!
�Malfoy. I�m sorry.� Ron didn�t know what to say, but he knew he had to snap the distressed boy out of it, if only to stop the pain in his chest.
�Don�t be.� Malfoy leaned back and sat cross-legged on the floor, facing him. �It�s by own foolishness. Don�t concern yourself Weasley.�
�Why do you hate me so much?� Ron blurted out suddenly. He couldn�t help it. It was the first thing to come to mind and it was also one of the first things in his �weird file� that needed explaining. Malfoy looked up at him, his slightly red eyes glinting.
�Why do you think?� He said harshly, well tried to say harshly, but failed due to tears. Ron shook his head.
�To be honest, I�m not sure. I know our families don�t get on but I don�t think that is the main reason you hate me.�
�You�re right.� Malfoy leaned back until his head was leaning on the wall behind him. �I don�t hate you because of that. I couldn�t care less about my father�s opinions, especially about the people he works with.� Ron stared at him in surprise at the snarl of hate that accompanied the word �father.� �I hate you for my own particular reasons.�
�Which are?� Ron prompted. Malfoy closed his eyes.
�The first day of school. The day I walked into the carriage to meet Harry. All I did was tell you both my name and I get laughed at!�
�That�s it?� Ron was astounded. �I have a little laugh to myself and you get all bent out of shape?� Malfoy opened his eyes and glared.
�What do you mean, that�s it?� Malfoy hissed. �I spent most of my years before school, alone. The one thing that I wanted, more than anything, was to meet and become friends with Harry Potter. I lost that chance when you laughed at me. I�m self conscious at the best of times and my heart really was hammering that day. It was made ten times worse when you had your little giggle! I lost my temper and repeated what my father had told me about your family. If you hadn�t have laughed at me, I would have spoke to you. I was willing to get on with you. You laughed and it all went out of the window. Harry picked you instead of me. I hated you for ruining my chance.� Another tear fell down Malfoy�s cheek and he closed his eyes again. Ron felt a bitter sadness and humiliation in his chest. Draco. He also felt regret. Himself.
�I�m sorry.� Ron bowed his head, staring at the floor. �I really am. I acted the same way. I took what my dad said at face value. I didn�t give you a chance. I was an immature child and I�m deeply sorry.� He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Malfoy staring at him. I know its pretty late and all now, but could we try again? I don�t hate you Malfoy! I�ve been inside your emotions and I don�t see anything to hate. All I see, or feel is sadness, loneliness and fear.�
�What about Harry? Will you tell him about this?� Malfoy looked (and felt) scared. �Or anyone? They�ll all ridicule me. Hate me. Please!� Ron smiled.
�I won�t say a word. I�ll let you sort it out.�
�You don�t find me disgusting because of this...thing?� (He was surprised.) Ron shook his head. �Love is love! It doesn�t matter who you are. Or what house your in.� His thought automatically went to Pansy Parkinson and he blushed. He heard Malfoy snicker beside him.
�Thinking of Pansy, aren�t you?� Ron blushed harder and Malfoy laughed. �I knew it!�
�Well? Friends?� Ron held out his hand. Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then took it.

�Friends. Now I get the pleasure of calling you Ron!�
�Of course you do Draco!�
The two fifth year boys sitting on the floor of the boys bathroom stared at each other for a few moments then began to laugh. Then, all of a sudden, Malfoy�s, or rather, Draco�s feelings faded from Ron and he sat up with relief.
�Brilliant. I couldn�t hack that pain anymore.� Ron edged around until he was sitting side by side with Draco. �You should spend time with me and Harry. You can�t keep avoiding him like you are doing. You�ll never escape the pain like that.�
�I know.� Draco sighed. �But it�s hard. I can�t look him in the eye without giving myself away.�
�Go flying with us then.� Ron shrugged. �You can�t look him in the eye when we are all dodging balls!�
�I suppose.� Draco nodded slightly. He then stood up and stretched. �I�m heading back now Ron. It�s late and I�m tired. Shall we meet in the library tomorrow to write up out Potions work?�
�Sure.� Ron stood up also and brushed himself down. �Discuss time tomorrow?�
�Yeah.� Draco headed towards the door, then stopped and turned around. �Thank you Ron.� He whispered, then turned back and left the room. Ron smiled.
�You�re welcome!�
~~
In the usually busy area situated behind the brick wall of a renowned Wizard pub named �The Leaky Cauldron,� stood the giant building known as Gringotts, Wizard�s bank. It was here that all who needed a vault for their money, needed to take their money, or to store things safely, came to. It was the most secure building in the entire Wizarding world, except for Hogwarts.
Well, it was supposed to be.
In a small room sat a transparent object.
It was tiny and it looked like it was made of glass. The room itself was dark apart from small glinting which came from the walls. Each speckle of light flickered occasionally, casting their glow at the transparent box, which made it flicker red. If looked at more closely, two round glittering items could be seen inside. Both of these items were the size of a pea and each one had a pin sticking out of it. A pair of blood red earrings sitting in a transparent box!
A scraping was heard on the other side of the door to the room, then a clanking sound of many locks being opened. Then a creak, as the old metal door was opened.
A figure fell into the room. The light from beyond the door fell onto the figure, showing it to be a goblin. Its eyes were wide open and its face was twisted in revulsion. It didn�t move but just lay there, it�s eyes pointing towards the ceiling. A black shadow passed the figure of the goblin on the floor and made its way to the small box in the middle of the room. The glow from the light outside of the room made the red earrings twinkle even more.
�Finally!� The shadow fell slightly downwards, revealing a pale, thin face with silted nostrils and dark red eyes. A hand reached out and picked up the box from the floor. �Finally. Mother kept them stored here for all this time, and now I�ll put them to proper use.� The hand slipped back inside the robe, drawing the box with it. The pale face was once again covered by the shadow.

�Soon Harry Potter! Soon, I�ll be coming for you!�

~

The boy in question woke up at that second, screaming in agony and clutching his scar. Red liquid running between his fingers and down his face.
�Harry.� A hand shook his shoulder. He heard the voices of Neville and Seamus from beyond the bed and faintly heard the bedroom door swing open. The pain in his forehead had reached new heights! This dream had happened now! Voldemort was in Gringotts bank, stealing something from one of the vaults.
�Harry?� Hermione�s voice was heard through the din and Ron�s hand on his shoulder was pushed away an Hermione�s soft and gentle hands began to stroke his forehead, but avoiding touching his scar. �What happened? Seamus, go and get a damp tissue or something.� The ache was beginning to leave him now and now he only felt numb. A damp cloth touched his forehead as Hermione began dabbing at the blood on his face. Harry shivered, suddenly feeling very cold. Even Hermione�s warmth over him wasn�t helping.
�C...cold �Mione!� Harry�s teeth chattered. Hermione wrapped the sheets around him tightly, placed the damp washcloth on the side next to his glasses and then curled up next to him on the bed. Not under the covers, but under the light coversheet.
�I�ll stay here till you get warm Harry. Try to go back to sleep.� Ignoring the spectators, she leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. Dean wolf whistled but then Seamus dragged him back to his bed.
�We�ll talk in the morning, huh Harry?� Ron asked him. He looked concerned, but smiled anyway. Harry nodded and burrowed himself under the covers. Something was missing! Hermione was beside him, Ron was in the next bed, but Harry felt strongly that something was missing!
~

Chapter 8 complete. I hope you enjoyed that. Earrings will be explained, that�s all I�m saying!
Cousin Anita isn�t here to threaten me today so I get off slightly lucky. Right, posting this I go and my dinner I will make.

See you soon!

Rie

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