I hate Everything about you von PrinzessinMedusa ================================================================================ Kapitel 1: ----------- Hallo Ihr Lieben, endlich mal wieder was neues von mir. Falls ich mich richtig erinnere ist das hier meine erste HP-fanfic und mit Sicherheit meine erste Harry/Draco-Story. Aber als ich dieses Lied gehört habe, musste ich einfach eine fic dazu schreiben. ^-^ Ich hoffe sie gefällt euch besser als mir. Viel Spaß beim Lesen und danke für euer Interesse. ^-^ Über konstruktive Kritik und Heiratsanträge freue ich mich wie immer sehr. Bevor es losgeht nur noch eins: Haryy Potter und das Lied gehören nicht mir, hab alles nur geliehen und Geld bekomm ich auch keins und falls ihr verwirrende Geschichten üer schwule Zauberer nicht mögt, lest das hier bitte nicht. Danke. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (I hate) Everything about you Somewhere in Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry maybe on the second or the fifth floor, there is a room, called the room of requirement. Whenever you open its door, you will find whatever you need right there. Tonight, as in so many nights before and in so many nights to come, two boys, who are in desperate need for each other, made their way through empty hallways to this very special room. They are two boys of different houses, connected only by passion and ironic twists of fate. The prince and the knight. One with fair skin, eyes as wild as the November sky and hair like threats of finest gold. He is proud, surrounded by an aura of authority, the prince. The other one is brave, but tragedy seems to be his shadow. His hair is as dark as a raven’s feather, his eyes of a green so brilliant like the leaves of a forest in the sun of a hot summer day, his body marked with battle scars, the knight. ~ Every time we lie awake After every hit we take ~ It is hot in the room of requirement; the air seems used and smells of sweat. The two boys lie next to each other; they won’t go home until the early morning. They are breathing fast, little drops of sweat glitter on their bodies in the dim light of the few candles lit. They don’t talk, don’t even touch each other. They think about what just happened, what they did. Like children who reconsider their actions not knowing if they will get in trouble or not. They can’t help but to long for the touch of the other. They remember the hands of the other one travelling over their skin, ever so passionate. They remember hasty kisses like wings of a butterfly brushing over their lips, but they don’t look at each other or say a single word. Just as always. ~ Every feeling that I get But I haven’t missed you yet ~ And in the morning, when they shower, and eat breakfast with their friends, they regret. They curse themselves for being weak, for giving in, but they don’t let it show. They laugh, they complain about their homework, and about the professor, who took points from their house again, but in every thing they do, in everything they say there lays this bitter taste of a truth that they don’t want to see. They swear to themselves that they will never even think of the room of requirement ever again, and they mean it, too…at least until tonight, but they don’t know that. When they pass each other in the hallway, they ignore each other or whisper insults under their breaths. They play their roles perfectly. ~ Every roommate kept awake By every sigh and scream we make ~ Once again they lie awake, side by side, but tonight the knight breaks the first rule. “They know, don’t they?” he asks, and his voice seems oddly misplaced in the perfect silence of their meeting. The golden haired prince sits up straight in the wet sheets. “What do you mean?” he hisses in a dangerously low tone. “Crabbe and Goyle. They know about you and me. They must’ve heard us at least the one time…” “Shut your bloody mouth, Potter.” the blond one sneers, his storm-eyes narrowed. “There is no such thing as ‘you and me’” he adds as he gets up and starts to collect his cloths. “That’s a little odd to say with me all over you, don’t you think, Malfoy?” Potter shoots back, trying to untangle himself from the sheets. “Oh please, you’re boring me.” “I’ve seen the way they look at me…and you. I tell you, they know.” Harry’s voice is now more insisting. “So what?” Draco looks up, his tie in is left and his boxers in his right hand. “They wouldn’t dare to say a word against me.” “Oh, do you think so? Do you think your Daddy’s gonna shut them up if he finds out you’re not only screwing a boy, but that it’s, out of all people in the world, me.” Harry is yelling now, also collecting his cloths. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re Harry Potter, you’re special.” Draco says in a sigh as he picks up one of his socks. “Would you just shut up? You know exactly what I mean!” “Yeah, just calm down…I’ll shut them up, don’t worry…” They both know, if the others ever found out, there would be hell to pay. For both of them. ~ All the feelings that I get But I still don’t miss you yet ~ The next day after Potions class they get in a fight. They throw curses at each other and fists. They only stop when their friends pull them apart. Draco’s lip is bleeding and swollen, Harry has a large bruise on his cheek. But what they feel is not regret. They are scared and confusion seems to choke them. They don’t go to the room of requirement for a week. They wander the hallways instead, bored, as though there is something missing, never knowing that what they long for is the other. ~ Only when I stop to think about it ~ When it gets dark and cold at night the knight can’t fall asleep. Endless thoughts are keeping him awake. He stares into the dark, only the dark lets him take off his mask. It gives him the strength to face what he denies during the day. They were in detention together, for the first week of December. Things started so quickly he has trouble recalling everything. There was a tension between them from the first second they entered the dungeon together, tension you could cut with a knife. The first day they just glared at each other from a distance, on the second day bumped into each other while sweeping. And on the third day he remembers hot breath on his neck, rough kisses, and tight hugs. Such memories make him sick, he feels like he’s going to throw up. He tries chasing him away, tries to think of classes, homework, and other harmless things, but it is no use. He can’t help but realize… ~ I hate everything about you Why do I love you I hate everything about you Why do I love you ~ The way Draco talks about his friends, he hates it. The way Draco hides behind his father’s influence, he hates that, too. And the way Draco sneers at him every time Professor Snape takes Points from Gryffindor, he can’t stand that. The way Draco brushes his hair out of his face (he hates his, oh so shiny, blonde hair, too), and his superior grin, and his cold, hard voice, just everything. Draco is his declared enemy, a Death Eater, so he has to hate him, right. And the more he tries to hate him, the louder gets the voice in his head, telling him he can’t. So was the knight made a loyal ally to the prince. In the dark of the night he knows he loves him, he needs him like a drug. He drank his poison as though it was wine, and he can’t get it out of his system, although he really tries. He does not understand how he fell for those November-sky eyes, the strong hands. Maybe it was the smell of lemon balm that comforted him, and gave him a feeling of security. Or maybe it was the passion he saw in his eyes like a wild storm, that gave him the chance to break all boundaries. He doesn’t know, doesn’t understand. And he still can’t sleep. ~ Every time we lie awake After every hit we take ~ After a week of confused loneliness they both came back. It didn’t take more than one look, as they passed each other in the hallway, to bring them back, just a look and they understood. They hold on to each other as though their life depended on it. Their hands travel swiftly over hot skin. They breathe fast, their hearts racing. The room is almost empty tonight, because the other is all they need tonight. When everything is over they remain on the bed, tangled up in the sheets, and each other. They don’t dare to speak, don’t dare to let go. So afraid of their feelings, and so afraid to be alone again. This night is different; they feel the other’s skin go from burning hot to comforting warm. They feel their chests lift and sink from slowly from calm breathing. They play with each other’s hair and let their fingertips wander over the other’s lips. Finally, they fall asleep, still wrapped up in each other’s tender caress. ~ Every feeling that I get But I haven’t missed you yet ~ The next morning they are late for class, they enter the room together, horribly aware of the questioning looks that follow them as they pass the rows and make their way to their seats on different ends of the room. They avoid looking at each other, no more hissed insults, no fore fistfights. They don’t regret, but wish they could. They lie to themselves; lie to each other, and everybody else. They pretend and deny. It is different now; it takes so much effort to keep up their mask. It is hard for them not to look at each other for too long, and not to reach out for the other’s hand, but they make it, they go on pretending. They don’t know what else to do, they live up to expectations. They deny, they regret eventually. ~ Only when I stop to think about it ~ Draco is with his girlfriend tonight. She is cute, and sitting on his lap whispers sweet little secrets into his ear. She doesn’t know. How could she? Draco almost feels sorry for her, as she is nothing but a doll, a puppet to make his lie believable for others and himself. She starts playing with his tie, and asks something, but he isn’t listening. She doesn’t seem to mind. She plays with his hair, and starts to unbutton his shirt. He hardly feels her hands on his bare chest at all, but he reacts automatically. Wraps his arms around her waist, lets a hand slip under her shirt, this is nothing but a well studied routine. He is bored, and as she leans in to kiss him, he realizes with a shock that he longs for bigger hands, a heavier weight on his lap and a different taste in his mouth. He pushes her away, and ignoring her protesting lifts her off his legs. He gets up heading for the door. She grabs his wrist. “What’s the matter with you?” she asks annoyed and irritated, almost yelling. He wracks his arm out of her grip, getting hold of hers instead. “I’m tired, I’m going to bed.” He hisses, his eyes dangerously narrowed. “You’re…you’re hurting me” she winces, as he lets go of her, and steps back a couple of steps. He storms out the door without giving her another look, and slams the door behind him. ~ I hate everything about you Why do I love you I hate everything about you Why do I love you ~ Potter, Goodie-Good Potter, the special little boy who happened to have parents who loved him, once upon a time. He hates Potter. Potter is the reason his live is not as good as it could be. The way Potter drowns himself in self-pity, he hates it. The way Potter gets out of trouble, every fucking time. His stupid glasses, the messed up hair (that feels so good when you run your finger through it, he hates that, too), and the way he asks that mood blood friend of his stupid questions in potions class, he can’t stand that. He his mad and frustrated, yelling at his bodyguard friends, just because he can. He wants to get back the control over his feelings, but he fails. He can’t help but admire Harry’s loyalty and strength, and long for his laugh that is so warm at lets all responsibilities and expectations fade. He wants to hate that Potter-kid, because he feels so safe in his embrace. He is torn between who he is and who he was raised to be. He doesn’t want to feel this way, but he can’t help it. ~ Only when I stop to think About you, I know Only when you stop to think About me, do you know ~ “Harry, this has got to stop.” Draco says, his voice cold as ice. “Okay” Harry replies indifferent. “What do you mean ‘okay’?” “I mean: Okay, try if you want to.” He raises his voice, obviously struggling to keep his temper. “I could stop anytime, if I wanted to!” Draco is yelling now. “No you couldn’t. I couldn’t. Because we’re doomed.” A fist crushing glasses, a slammed door, and nothing but the truth left. ~ I hate everything about you Why do I love you You hate everything about me Why do you love me ~ “Shut your bloody mouth, Malfoy! You make me sick!” Harry is yelling once again, collecting cloths from all over the room. “Fine then, go, if you want to, but you know you can’t quit me! You’re addicted to me!” Harry’s shirt slips from his fingers. There is no sense in denying now. ~ I hate You hate I hate You love me ~ And so they keep on meeting, keep regretting. Tear their hearts out, and sew themselves shut, just to feel. And their pain reminds them that this is real. They love and kiss, hit and kick each other when they’re down. Waste their wishes on a genie in a bottle of Jim Beam. And their scars remind them of the end. They don’t know how or when it will come, but they know there will be hell to pay. Fairytales like this never have a happy end. ~ I hate everything about you Why do I love you ~ Once upon a time there were a prince and a knight who were madly in love. A love so bitter sweet and wrong, it drove them insane, or maybe they just lost their minds. The End. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, I hope you liked it. Ich hoffe es war nicht zu englisch für euch. Check out my other stories as well. :) so long, SilverFish Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)