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Title: Understanding
Author name: Lils (me!)
Category: Romance
Keywords: Harry Draco
Rating: PG
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Summary: They were rivals. And enemies. But at night, they understood each other. Finally.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: Dedicated to Stef, whose birthday I missed. Sorry, stef! Well, this is my first H/D fic, andd it's not fluffy, too. Because I don't know how to write slash fluff.. but I hope you enjoy it. :D *hugs*
Moonlight bathed the earth in an ethereal glow. Beneath a tree, the breeze was whispering secrets to one raven-haired boy. His eyes were closed, and his face partially illuminated by the glow of the moon on his face. He breathed in the cool night air, his face calm and serene.
Beside him, a blonde- haired boy was asleep, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths. There was no smirk on his face, and for the first time, it seemed that a trace of a smile was on his face.
The raven-haired boy sighed deeply, as his fingers traced over the scar on his forehead. Too much had been sacrificed just because of this scar. Too much had been burdened onto him just because of this scar. So many people had died, and all because of him.
Or so he had thought. But his friends, Ron and Hermione had stood behind him all the way, and tried to tell him that it was not his fault at all, not his problem that so many people were killed. The blame was on Lord Voldemort. But Harry did not take in their words, they might be right, but he was supposed to be the hero. He was supposed to save and protect everyone.
Just to protect his friends, he had distanced himself. Distanced himself from any feelings, and had often escaped here to think. Escaped here to let loose his feelings. But it did not occur to him that someone else would be here too.
His nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
It did bother him. At first, that is. He had merely given his arch-rival a glare, as if cautioning him to keep away. To stay away from this place that was purely his. Purely Harry’s.
But Draco Malfoy had ignored him. Both boys, unwilling to give up to the other’s demands, had settled down on opposite sides of the tree. And so it had gone on, for the past month.
It took them a while, but both boys finally understood what made the other brood. And between them, there was a quiet understanding now, present only during these nightly sessions. For in the afternoons, when they passed each other in the corridors, their eyes would meet, and a cold, contemptuous sneer would be visible as he glanced away and said something to his two huge, hulking cronies. Harry ignored it, for it was nothing. The only time they even exchanged glances was when they started their rounds of insulting.
Harry almost hoped that something would change. He hoped that they could be what they were at night. To at least remain civil. But he knew that the slightest change in their attitude towards each other would cause great suspicious and widespread rumours.
And so it remained, as it always was, them crossing wands along corridors, making snide remarks to each other, gloating as the other house lost points. But they knew each other better. They were not the people they were in the afternoon.
It was only at night that the protective mask could be peeled off, and then that the protective barrier that they built around themselves open slightly. The two would be able to talk to each other like friends, and totally understand.
And that night they were there again, both fully comfortable in each other’s company. Draco gave a yawn, as he opened his eyes and looked up at the emerald green orbs that were Harry’s eyes.
“You’ve had those dreams, again, haven’t you?” It wasn’t a question. He was merely stating a fact. “Care to tell me about it?”
“Same as usual. I always see my parents, and Cedric, and all the people that Voldemort killed,” Harry muttered. “And… Sirius.”
Draco inhaled sharply, “Sirius Black?”
“My Godfather,” Harry nodded.
“I’m sorry, “ Draco said, his grey eyes looking at the green ones once more.
Their gazes locked, green clashing with gray, and a swirl of emotions contained within. Friendship, trust, but was there more?
In her dorm, Hermione Granger looked down at the grounds and could barely make out a silhouette of two figures under a tree. Beneath the moonlight, she could only see the two people hug each other before turning back to admire the moon, and to continue thinking as they always did.
Unable to recognize the figures, she merely sighed. “Probably just another couple,” she muttered as she looked away from the window and turned back to her Transfiguration homework once more.
Hope you enjoyed that, foreversended. I know it's not good.. it's really bad, but well, it's my first try. :D A very late happy birthday to you!
~Lils