sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-02-26 01:29:00 |
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Current location: | Basement |
Current mood: | bouncy |
Current music: | Delta Goodrem--Innocent Eyes |
Entry tags: | challenge #41 |
Original poster: ruinithil
Title: Dreamer
Summary: Harry dreamed of this moment...
Word Count: 441
Challenges: Challenge #41 "reality" for slythindor100
Harry dreamed of this moment—the moment Draco Malfoy would come to him, him of all people, and ask—no, beg—for protection. He imagined Malfoy on his knees, pathetic and groveling and completely ungrateful.
What he didn’t imagine was the violent way Draco’s hands shook, and the way he continuously tucked his hair behind his left ear, even though his hair wasn’t really untucked in the first place.
In his mind Malfoy’s voice was still haughty as ever, and even though he was begging he’d still be proud. He didn’t expect Draco’s voice to be hoarse and soft and…terrified, of all things. Not scared, or frightened…terrified.
He didn’t think much of what Malfoy would look like—Harry assumed he’d look the same as ever. It was like a kick in the gut when he saw Draco limping and wincing with every step with bloodied lips and dirty hair.
In his dreams Harry was vengeful and spiteful toward Malfoy. He spat at him and made him prove he could help their side in the most asinine and difficult ways he could come up with.
In reality he ran to where Draco was, catching him in his arms just as he was about to hit the ground.
“Dum—Dumbledore…” Draco rasped. “He s-said you would help—he s-said if I needed h-help I should find you…”
Harry winced when he heard Draco speak that name. “I know.”
Draco coughed and Harry was surprised to see more blood cover his dried lips. “He said…”
“I know, Malfoy, I know.” Harry whispered. He stood, Draco still in his arms, and twisted the youth around to carry him back to the house.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Draco asked quietly. Harry never would have thought he’d feel this much pity for the boy.
“No. I’m going to take you to my house and get you cleaned up. We can talk after that.”
Draco nodded, then fell still and silent.
When Harry had thought of the moment he saw Malfoy again, he thought it would be a proud moment, a moment in which he could gloat and finally get his revenge. He thought he would want to hurt him, make him beg for mercy.
In reality, he did everything he could for Draco; he bathed him and fed him, then let him sleep before pestering him with questions that reduced the boy to a shaking mess that Harry pulled into his arms and comforted much the way he would do for Hermione or Ron.
In his mind Malfoy would not be changed.
Harry was unsurprised to find that the reality was really, much, much worse.