Forgive Me

By: KaKaVegeGurl

Authors Notes:

Almost two years later...

This fanfic and many others will be hopefully getting a lot more attention soon. ; Considering I have a girlfriend now, it’s hard to give time to anything else of mine, art and music videos, my site is taking a hit as well. So Ima try to finish all my fics up, this one will take a while though. I don’t want to end it too fast like I have with the past two fics I updated. Cut short, but I think I ended them both well.

So I hope you all enjoy this chapter, you know what to do; sit back and have a nice steaming cup of yaoi, enjoy!

KaKaVegeGurl

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Review Response:

To Megzao: “Thank you, I’m so glad you like the fic, hope you’re still reading!”

Chapter 5 - Not So Clean Cut, Draco

Harry was eating in the Great Hall the next morning. He hadn’t seen Draco just yet today, as the blond was still in Slytherin House. Hermione had told him to befriend Draco, to be nice to the blond, which honestly wasn’t hard at all; it wasn’t like Harry had liked Draco for most of their years at Hogwarts. No, he never could’ve.

No, Harry had liked Draco since the second year of school and it wasn’t that he found the boy attractive, no, he wasn’t just good to look at. Harry’s attraction to Draco had always been so much more then that, it was possibly even love.

If only they’d both been sorted in the same house together, boy would things have been different. And just as Harry’s thoughts strayed to a Draco in Gryffindor House; in a bed right next to his own four poster, sleeping. Long blond hair falling over his face; and Harry staring over at him, crossed his mind, the Slytherin just walked through the Great Hall doors.

But the Blond was no longer long-haired, his long blond locks were now short and messy, making him unusually sexy. He wasn’t wearing his house cloak anymore either. His white dress shirt was hanging untucked from his pants, the first few buttons were open to expose the top most part of his chest. His long slacks wore tightly on his waist and legs, and his sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

He marched slowly over to the Slytherin table, back straight and head up as he walked, and sat down at the far end of the table.

The other Slytherins were glaring at him, even Crabbe and Goyle seemed annoyed at the blond’s presence.

Harry watched as Pansy Parkinson got up from her spot at the table and stormed out of the Great Hall, he had the urge to walk after her and tell her off for judging the blond too early.

Draco seemed not to notice them at all though, minding his own business as he made his plate up with almost anything he could reach. Harry had never before seen the Slytherin choose so much to eat since they’d been there. He smiled to himself as he watched Draco with a soft look on his face.

The blond looked up suddenly, as if feeling Harry’s gaze on him, to meet eyes with Harry and they both froze, staring at each other. Draco, after what felt like five minutes of mute gazing, smiled softly to him and continued eating once more.

“Your hair looks nice like that, did Hermione do it?”

Draco looked up from his studies in the library and saw Harry plop down in the seat across from him.

“No, I did it.” The blond said in a proud voice.

Harry smiled to him, he felt that he couldn’t resist saying: “You did good. You’re stunning.”

The raven-haired boy couldn’t pull his eyes away from Draco, it had never occurred to him that Draco could look sexy. Sure he had always thought Draco attractive and cute, but now Harry was looking upon something that was definantly more then that. Breath-taking, gorgeous, handsome, and so much more, Draco had obviously caught the eyes of even more girls then he had before since his new, more ruffled, look. And perhaps even the eyes of a few choice boys.

“I didn’t do it for the attention.” Draco whispered to him softly, “I just wanted to feel more like myself, and I’d always enjoyed having really short hair.”

Harry nodded in agreement, “So did I, you were always so gorgeous-” He froze just as the words fell from his mouth, as if the word vomit had been the most regrettable thing he’d ever said in his entire life, and then threw his gaze down to his book bag and began rummaging through it.

Draco had froze at Harry’s words as well and was now staring at the Gryffindor in shock. Had he heard that correctly? Gorgeous? Harry thought he looked gorgeous with short hair? Draco felt the blood rushing to his cheeks before he looked back down to his paperwork as well, he smiled to himself though, he hoped that Harry had meant that and that it wasn’t just a misuse of words.

Harry glanced back up at Draco and saw just barely the pink tint to the blond’s cheeks.

He decided that it was just about time he sat Hermione down and interrogated her about just what secrets of Draco’s she knew. He had a feeling there was still something she wasn’t telling him.

“He likes me doesn’t he?”

Hermione looked up at Harry in shock, “What?”

Harry grinned down at her, a look of triumph on his face, “Draco. He likes me. He fancies me, doesn’t he?”

A look of great regret flowed over Hermione’s features and she look down at her Transfiguration essay, “Why would you think something like that?”

But she had already given herself away, already told Harry everything he needed to know. And Harry didn’t even need to see the redness of his cheeks to know that he was right in his suspicion.

Harry grinned wider still. “I knew it. That’s why you asked me to be his friend, oh, I knew it. How long has he liked me? No, how much does he like me?”

Hermione felt like slamming her head into the desk as she bit the inside of her lip, “Harry you can not let him know that you know. Merlin knows, it would break his heart.”

“Hermione,” Harry froze in shock before sitting in the seat beside the brown, bushy-haired witch, he felt like his legs were suddenly made of jell-o, “You can’t possibly mean that he... Likes me that much?”

Hermione stood up and glared Harry down, resting her hands on the table before her, “He does, he’s in love with you. And you will do well not to hurt him, Harry. He cares about you a lot more then he would like to say.”

Harry got up and stared Hermione in the face, he was glad the Common Room was empty save them two because this conversation was definantly one they didn’t need to have around other people, “You know how I feel about him.” Was all he could manage to get out before looking down at his feet.

“Yes I do,” Hermione said boldly, and stepped back, putting her hands on her waist now, looking much like a mother about to scorn her child for doing something wrong, “But Draco doesn’t. Don’t go making a fool of him and playing with his feelings like you did with Ginny.”

Harry was glaring at her now, he thought they’d had a similar conversation about what had happened between him and Ginny before, “I didn’t love Ginny, and you know that, Hermione. Gosh I was still obsessing over Draco when I was with her. Every time I kissed her I was thinking about him.”

But Ron had walked up at that moment, had seemed as if he was about to say something witty to them before his eyes became as wide as saucers, “What did you just say about Ginny?”

Both of the two had frozen and really Harry felt like swallowing his tongue. Why did Ron just have to show up at the most perfect of times?

“Ron...” Hermione started but was interrupted by Harry being shoved into her harshly.

Ron had pushed the raven-haired boy as hard as he could, his hands were outstretched and his face was now beat red, “You what? Harry?”

Harry turned back and looked at Ron, “Gosh, Ron, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He was about to explain himself when a fist connected with his jaw suddenly and he was on the floor, he felt wetness on his chin and could only guess that his lip was busted and bleeding.

“You were playing my sister.” Ron growled out looking down at him, it wasn’t a question, and then turned and left the room in a flurry of anger.

Harry sat up, rubbing his jaw and looked at Hermione.

Draco had been sitting alone in the Slytherin Common Room, minding his own business, he’d been working on his Transfiguration essay for over three hours now and was just about finished when someone walked up to him and cleared their throat.

As much as he wanted to ignore the Slytherin in front of him he had no choice but to look up from his work, as the light he was using to see his paper was now being blocked.

Theodore Nott stared down at him with a usual Slytherin glare and took a seat in front of the blond, “Been working on that for a while?” He asked.

Draco raised a brow at him and tried his best not to sneer in response, “Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Must’ve taken a while.” The Slytherin in front of Draco said hesitantly.

“You can’t copy my work, if that’s what you’re-” Draco had started to say. He stopped, however, when his eyes fell upon an object that was in Theodore’s hands, he was glaring now, “What do you want?”

Nott smiled and opened the bottle of ink before he reached his arm out, ink in his hand, and hovered it over Draco’s parchment. He didn’t say anything as he turned the bottle upside down and emptied the contents onto Draco’s essay.

The blond gasped and stood up from his chair, the writing of the parchment was now coated in fresh ink from the now empty bottle in Theodore’s hand, “What the hell was that for?! That essay has took me all day-”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Theodore said darkly, and Crabbe and Goyle were now at his side as he stood too.

Draco looked between the boys, his nostrils flaring up in anger, he looked down at the ruined piece of parchment again. He wanted to say more, do more, but he stopped himself and tried his best to calm down, “I don’t want to fight you three.”

“Of course not.” Said Theodore, sneering as Draco once had, “You like it three to one. But only when you’re one of the three. So naturally you’d never want to be on the other side of the wand.”

Draco glared at them all, he moved to get his books, right hand reaching out to the table when a hand closed around his wrist to stop him, he made a move to pull out his wand with his free hand when he was yanked to his right and thrown down the front steps of the common room, he’d felt his arm snap at the yank.

Theodore moved Crabbe and Goyle out of the way and ran down the stairs to Draco’s side, “I’m sorry, Draco, Goyle’s never been so gentle before.”

Draco opened his eyes, his ribs were hurting and his arm was screaming out in pain, he felt sick and shut his eyes for a moment; feeling blood on his brow and looked up at Theodore just before he was stomped hard in his stomach, the wind was kicked out of his lungs and he tried to roll over to get up but he was kicked in the face hard, before he could do anything more, and he was out.

Ending Notes:

I’ll end this chapter here, I hope that you all enjoyed it! Thank you all fer reading, wait for more please! And review, would you?

KaKaVegeGurl