I Can Be, PG, Draco/Harry
Last one saved. Oh, repetitive style, how I know thee...
Title: I Can Be
Author: kimmu_opacre formerly Shades
Rating: PG
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Draco tells Harry one day all the things he can be. Can he be something Harry needs?
Author's Notes: This is what happens after you go back to school after two weeks of sleeping until noon, and only getting 6 hours before you go back to turn in two major projects. Oh, and also what happens when Draco-muse decides to show his possession of Harry-muse in this story, which is obviously AU since Sirius is alive *coughdamnfifthbookcough*. There are hints of possible pairings - you'll see when you read - but it's just Draco and Harry. *smile*
“I can be the one who makes you laugh,” Draco Malfoy suddenly said one day, dropping into the seat across from the Gryffindor in the library while everyone else was comfortably consuming their dinner.
Harry Potter didn’t bother to look up from the parchment he was scribbling on, his green eyes lowered behind his rounded glasses, focused on his work.
“You’re the one who leaves me angry and insults me,” the smaller boy said quietly, his right hand flashing across, leaving harsh letters in its wake. A small twitch flashed on his lips for the barest of moments. “Besides, I have Fred and George to make me laugh.”
“I can be the one who makes you feel better,” Draco continued, a slight frown tugging at his features though his hard silver eyes remained determined.
“Sirius makes me feel better when I’m down about something,” said Harry absently, still focused on his paper, ignoring the flash of shock that flickered across the other’s face.
“I can be the one who makes you wanton,” Draco said after a disturbed moment, a sudden seductive smile coming onto his face, leaning onto the table with his eyes turning into molten, burning mercury. “I can be the one who makes you writhe and moan with wild abandon, lost in pleasures you can’t even begin to understand.”
“There’s a reason why Seamus is called the biggest flirt in Hogwarts and the ‘Irish Imp’ you know,” Harry replied blandly, still not looking up though a twinkle came into his eyes.
“I can be the one who wouldn’t let anyone touch you without my permission,” Draco snapped out fiercely, a furious gleam flaming in his eyes. “I can be the one who protects you the most with all possessive flare and do it so you wouldn’t dislike it.”
“I seem to remember Ron snarling at the last person who asked me out and threatened to disembowel the last person I went out with if they hurt me,” came Harry’s mild reply. A thoughtful look came upon his features. “I should probably apologize to Blaise and visit Justin in the Infirmary.”
“I can be the one who challenges you,” continued Draco after another moment - this one full of queasiness at the thought of being like Weasley - passed. The Slytherin looked at the other boy who still refused to meet his gaze. “I can be the one who questions every thing you say.”
“You obviously haven’t met Zacharias Smith,” Harry said dryly, pausing a moment in his writing. “I don’t think I’ve ever met such a skeptical and demanding Hufflepuff before, he’s rather unique.”
“I can be the one who is your opposite,” Draco said stiffly, his words marked by the jealously that coursed through him. “I can be the one gives you a different look on things, one not marked by your Gryffindor bias.”
“Luna Lovegood certainly has a different outlook on things than anyone else I’ve met,” grinned Harry, writing at a slower pace now, ignoring the glare the other sent at him.
“I can be the Slytherin that you need to balance you out,” Draco growled, a slight scowl on his face. Then his face softened. “I can be the outlet you need for the side you don’t want anyone to see.” He smirked slightly then though his eyes retained their gentle look. “And I can be the one to remind you that Gryffindors aren’t always right.”
“I never said that,” Harry snorted, returning to his writing, though a slightly amused look joined the twinkle in his eyes. “Anyways, Snape doesn’t waste any chance at telling me what I think isn’t the only way to the world and he’s as much a Slytherin as you.” He paused. A moment later, he shared a sick look in his eyes and a shudder through him with Draco though he still did not look at him.
“I can be your enemy,” whispered Draco after a few moments of silence passed between them. “I can be the one who fights you at every turn, who fights with you in everything, fighting on the side opposite of yours.”
Silence reigned for a few moments and Harry had stopped writing. Then he whispered in a quiet voice, “I have Voldemort to do that.” His hand tightened on his quill, the feather trembling in his grasp while his knuckles turned white. “I have too many enemies.” He was silent for another moment. Then he said hesitantly, timidly, “I’d like to keep my rival though.”
“I can be the one who advises you,” Draco replied quickly, hope flaring up in his eyes once more. “I can be the one who talks you out of your stubborn and stupid ideas, be the person who you can confide your secrets in.”
“Hermione is always there to give me a good smack when I’m acting foolish,” said Harry softly, smiling in a fond manner. “And Remus is always there to lend an ear to listen or a shoulder to do other things.”
“I can be the one who comforts you,” Draco said in a lowered voice, his morning storm eyes intent on the other boy. “I can be the one who holds you at night when you can’t sleep, comfort you when the nightmares won’t let you sleep, take care of you when everything seems too much.”
Harry’s grip on his quill wavered for a moment and it took almost a minute before he could reply, his voice light though not at all steady. “Neville’s a good friend you know. Very comfortable and always ready to help out when he can.”
“I can be loyal,” Draco threw out desperately, his hands on the table, mere inches separating him from the boy he begged inwardly to spare him a glance. “I can promise to never leave your side, to never have eyes for another, to follow you wherever you go, to do whatever will make you happy.”
“So can Ginny Weasley,” Harry said quietly, giving up on the quill and dropping it to the table. He withdrew his hands to his lap and stared down at them, suddenly seeming more horribly distant, more unreachable than ever to the Draco. “So can a million others all over Europe, people who worship my every step, praise me at every turn.”
They were both silent, sitting without words at the table, each boy on either side, neither meeting the other’s eyes. Then Draco stood up and walked away from his seat.
The hands in Harry’s lap tightened for a moment as he heard the other boy cross the table, dimly wondering if he would leave and already dully acknowledging the fact that the other boy couldn’t be the one he wanted.
So he was a bit surprised when he was jerked from his seat and found himself being thoroughly kissed.
His knees buckled, his hands grasped desperately at the other’s shoulder, his glasses were smashed painfully against his cheek, his nose was pushed into an uncomfortable position and he wished the Slytherin would’ve had the courtesy to tell him he would assault Harry after dinner so the Gryffindor could have had the chance to brush his teeth.
And he was pretty sure the he had left his wand in his bag and seen Draco’s in his robes so…
He made a small - well, maybe not that small, he was still a teenage boy and he had never been kissed like that - noise of protest when the taller boy broke the kiss suddenly, drawing back and his breath coming out as ragged as the shorter boy’s. Harry blinked unsteadily at the pale flesh the covered the other’s neck, looking smooth and tempting, brushed by the white-blonde hair that fluttered against the breath, looking soft and silky.
“I can be the one who loves you,” Draco Malfoy breathed out unsteadily, though his voice was confidant and sure. “I can be the one who loves you day after day, even when we fight and disagree on everything. I can be the one who loves you enough to deal with everything in the world, the press and public. I can be the one who loves you so much as to protect you from everyone and everything, even if that means to protect you from hurting yourself. I can be the one who’ll stand by your side through everything and never falter. I can be the one who loves you so you can go running to for reassurance, for open arms and comfort and protection and safety, even from your dreams. I can be the one who loves you with all their being so that they’ll see red every time someone so much as looks at you. I can be the one who loves you that I’ll never always agree with you so you have a different side of things.”
Draco gently tipped the dazed boy’s chin up and looked lovingly down into those treasured emeralds. “I can be the one who loves you for Harry Potter, not the Boy Who Lived.”
Harry finally met Draco’s eyes and looked at the humor, the reassurance, the seduction, the possession, the challenge, the opposite, the Slytherin, the wisdom, the comfort, the loyalty. And he smiled at the love he saw.
Slowly wrapping his arms around the other’s neck, he leant up and gently kissed Draco. He whispered against the silken lips softly. “You can be…will you?”
Draco smiled and proceeded to show him he would for a long time.
End Notes: OH, THE SAP. *winces at cavities*