Upon a Star (H/D, PG-13)

[sesheta66]

Title:   Upon a Star (the Wish I Might remix)
Author:   sesheta_66 
Rating:   PG-13
Word Count:   1532 (including portions quoted from the original)
Challenge:   slythindor100 Remix challenge. 
Warnings:   No beta.
Summary:   This is Draco's pov and is based on "Upon a Star" by lire-casander (Harry's pov).
Disclaimer:   The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

 

It was February 13th, ne's Day, and Draco had made up his mind. He was going to tell Harry how he felt. He shuddered at the mere thought of it. He chastised himself, thinking of all he had been through, and telling himself that this was nothing to be frightened of. Yeah, right.

He remembered back to the day when things had really changed for him. He was in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom when Potter had walked in. What had he been thinking? He had surprised him, and what did Draco do? He tried to throw a Crucio at him. Stupid! He knows now that it was a gut reaction. It was the first curse he thought of, his mind steel reeling over what horrible things Voldemort had in store for his mother, for himself. He had watched his mother under the Dark Lord's Crucio, and was reliving that when Potter walked in, so it seemed only natural that the curse was on the tip of his tongue.

Draco had aimed his wand at Potter, but before he could fully cast the spell, Potter had cast Sectumsempra, and at once Draco's world seemed to fall apart. What they said was true - your life does flash before your eyes when you think you are about to die. And he truly thought he was going to die. There was pain - Merlin the pain! And blood. So much blood. And mixed in with the pain and the blood was Potter. Potter in his thoughts as they wildly flashed before his eyes. Potter in his line of vision, crying - was he crying? Potter's voice, over and over again, 'sorry ... so sorry ... I didn't mean to ... so sorry ... " Then Snape was there, healing him. All the while, in the background, Potter kept muttering, "sorry." As Draco lost consciousness, all he could think of was, "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it," and then everything went black.

Ever since that day, he couldn't get Potter - Harry - out of his mind. Every free moment was taken up with thoughts of Harry and him. Thoughts that came unbidden, but not unwelcome. Thoughts of them talking - really talking. Thoughts of them becoming friends, then more than friends. Much, much more. He had started dreaming about Harry, and those dreams left him wanting more. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, taste him, possess him. Because, really, it had always been the two of them, hadn't it?

It had been one of those days when he just couldn't get the other boy out of his mind. He found himself, the night before Valentine's Day, down by the lake, staring up at the sky. He watched as the stars shot through the night sky, and made a wish. What could it hurt? When he got back to his dorm, he found himself unable to hold back any more. This was it. He was going to do it. He took out parchment and quill, and wrote the letter that he had thought about so many times before:

Have you ever thought about us? Of course you haven't. It's not like you can possibly think about me – I'm just another flaw in your perfect world. But I think about you. I think a lot about you – those impossibly green eyes, your smile and the scar that talks about your heroic past.

So, lately I've been thinking about you and I – about us. About how you would hug me and how you would look at me – with so much love, at least in my dreams. I like to believe that you would let me hold you when your nightmares attack during the night, that you would let me kiss your worst fears away.

Tonight I've watched the shooting stars. They wouldn't stop falling so I wished upon one of them. It couldn't harm me, now could it?

I'm trying to get a point here, but I'm so nervous... I won't waste any more time. I'll say it right away.

Harry, you are what I never knew I always wanted.

Would you be my Valentine?

Before he changed his mind, Draco marched straight over to Gryffindor Tower, only to find himself facing the Fat Lady. Well, shit. Now what was he supposed to do? Clearly, he hadn't thought this through. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. What am I thinking?

Just then, as he was about to leave, the portrait hole opened, and Granger came out. She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you want?"

Well, in for a penny ...  "Granger. I was hoping to leave something for Harry, er, for Potter," he stammered. What the - Malfoys don't stammer! "I have a note for Potter, but I --"

She eyed him suspiciously. "Why not send it by owl?"

"Well, er ... " There was that damn stammering again! "Here's the thing, Granger. I don't want to call attention to it, that's all. No, wait!" He raised his hand to stop her from interrupting. "It's nothing that will harm him. Quite the opposite, actually. Listen, go ahead and use whatever detection spells and charms you want. It's just a letter. But nobody can open it except Harry."

Was he imagining things, or did her face seem to soften? She cast a variety of detection spells - he couldn't help but be a little impressed - and seemed satisfied. "Alright, then. I'll take it."

"But --"

"You said it yourself. Nobody but Harry can open it, so you have nothing to worry about. I won't leave it out in the open. But I won't let you into Gryffindor Tower."

He reluctantly agreed. "Granger?"

"Hmmm?"

"Could you maybe wait until tomorrow to get it to him?" It was an afterthought, but since he had waited this long, he figured he could wait until Valentine's Day.

Hermione nodded, took the letter, and closed the portrait hole, leaving Draco standing staring at the Fat Lady. "Well, be off with you," she scolded him.

The next day, he ran into Granger. "Did you?"

"Yes. When he left the dorm earlier today. He should see it when he goes back up. Are you going to tell me what it's about?" she asked.

"No, but would you do me one more favour?" He knew he might be pushing his luck, but he was a Slytherin, after all. "Would you let me in to see him?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Well, how about if we go up to his room together? You don't need to leave me alone in there. Grang - Hermione, please?" He had nothing left to lose now. What was a little begging in the grand scheme of things?

She had the most curious look on her face as she, unbelievably, agreed to do it. She would take him to Gryffindor Tower when she saw Harry go up to his room. The wait nearly killed him by the time she came to get him a few hours later. Suddenly he felt nervous. What have I done? What if he laughs at me? Or worse, what if he hates me, or thinks I'm ---

This was it. He didn't hear the password, as Hermione mumbled it under her breath to the portrait. He had barely noticed that they had walked up the stairs. And now they were at Harry's room.

"Harry," Granger called. "Harry, you have a visitor. May I let your guest in?"

"Who would want to see me tonight of all the nights in the year?" he heard Harry's response. Great.

"Harry, you might want to let him in."

"Wait, him?"

Hermione cracked open the door, and Draco could feel the blood rush to his face. No turning back now.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here? How did you find the tower?"

"I---" Facing Harry now, he had lost his ability to speak. "Hell."

"Say whatever you've come to say and just sod off. I'm busy here."

Ouch. That hurt. What had he been thinking? "I just--- Oh, well, never mind." He started to walk away, mumbling under his breath, "I never should have written that letter."

"What did you just say, Malfoy?"

Draco took a deep breath, and faced Harry. "I don't know what I'm doing here, as it's crystal clear that you don't feel for me what I feel for you." Then, in an attempt to minimize his humiliation, Draco turned around to leave.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why the hell did I do that? It wasn't enough to think about him all the time. Nooooo. I just had to go and tell him all about how I felt. Such a stupid, brave Gryffindor thing to do. I'm such an idiot. Father was right. Never, ever show your feelings. It only makes you weak.

He had barely made it a few steps when he felt someone grab his arm.

"Draco," he heard Harry whisper shakily, "your wish has become true."

He didn't just hear that, did he? "Rea--- really?"

Then, before he knew what was happening, Harry kissed him.

Maybe there was something to be said for stupid Gryffindor bravery after all.

Comments

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

This is what a remix should be--the retelling of a story from a different perspective. I enjoy all the sequels, too, but this is an interesting insight into Draco's thoughts, and I enjoyed reading the story from his viewpoint.

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ♥

That's what I like a remix to be too ... from the ones I've read before, I've always enjoyed the re-telling of the same events from another point of view. So I was sooooo excited to see this challenge.

I'm so glad lire_casander liked it! Whew!

[lire-casander.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwww, I looooooove it!!

It was wonderful. I especially love the way you've introduced Draco's feelings, and the use you've mad eof my lines. When I saw my fic had a remix, I squeed!! God, two fantastic news in less than a day.

Thanks for this remix, dear. I'm going to link to this from my LJ and then I'm going to put it under my memories.

*dances happily*

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

I made you squee ... yay!

Whew! So glad you liked it. I enjoyed the original, and wanted to really pull Draco's feelings into the mix ... so we know it's not just Harry that was feeling insecure. I had fun with it.

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

That certainly explains a lot of Draco's 'violent blushing' (from the original). Nice to see Hermione being so obliging, and lovely last line!

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Woo-hoo! I got a last line comment!

Yes, I tried to explain the blushing & wanted to be sure that Draco felt just as apprehensive as Harry (as I had imagined him to be when reading the original).

As for Hermione, in the original she was the only one Harry told about his feelings for Draco. So when Draco approached her, and she was satisfied that he wasn't trying to hurt Harry, she helped him.

Thanks for reading!

[sassy-cissa.livejournal.com]

Excellent job on the remix. I really enjoyed the other point of view.

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I like when remixes weave in the original, so I had fun with it.

[confiteor-3.livejournal.com]

I love this, showing a different view of Lire's. And it's cute! *hugs*

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I was sooooo excited when I saw a "REMIX" challenge. I love reading a second author's view on another author's fic. And this time I got to do it - yay!

*hugs you back*

Just saw your fic & read it AGAIN. Whew! Hot hot hot!

[enablelove.livejournal.com]

i really liked this!!!

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. I like reading remixes (interesting to read a story from two different authors' points of view), so I was excited about doing this one. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[ruinithil.livejournal.com]

Fabulous! Remixes are such fun...and this one was a good look into what Draco was feeling...so, he was just as obsessed with Harry and Harry was with him, huh?

[sesheta-66.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! ♥

so, he was just as obsessed with Harry and Harry was with him, huh?

Yup. *nods with confidence*