Hello again Open a new story again. I'm having fun translating these days (and I hope my skills will improve haha).
This story is a short story as usual. Seriously, I'd like to try translating some long stories. But I haven't found anything that I like yet. When I found something I liked, it was too difficult.
lol
This story's title
Reach Out (I Need Someone)
by you
SweetDreamsAreMadeOfNaruto
Yes, the original in
ao3
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>>>http://archiveofourown.org/works/11469162<< As always, don't forget to leave a comment. Even if we don't answer (because we don't know what to answer, lol) But we are very happy when we see people commenting. I can fully criticize. If I wrote something wrong or confused, please leave a comment. Have fun reading. :) Story: “Potter” Harry looked up at the source of the squeal. Trying to send sneering laughs and hateful glances towards the source of the voice. But at the same time He was too tired. and was too tortured to pay any attention to Draco. Malfoy now He was at the point of collapse. His whole body ached. And Malfoy the child was only a minor problem. compared to the number of Death Eaters targeting him - including Lucius. Malfoy-his son was nothing compared to him. He knew Dumbledore would want him to give Malfoy another chance. If there was anyone who could help him get out of here, it was Malfoy. He is the only one who shows any signs of opposition to Voldemort. He is a man who hesitates when pushed. He was the one who lowered his wand in front of Dumbledore. But Harry couldn't bring himself to focus. Didn't even let himself have the slightest expectation. Being disappointed again would definitely kill him. Besides, what's the point? Dumbledore is dead. Severus Snape- the only one they had among the Death Eaters was dead. Even Voldemort is dead. He finally died. Harry beats him. But the Death Eaters were too strong and numerous. Harry was too weak and now he was captured. That attack was beyond expectations. The Death Eaters were not as disorganized as they thought they would be. He had always believed that when Voldemort died the war would end. And then he was disappointed. Those loyal followers refused to believe that their master was really dead. The Dark Lord had risen from the dead once before. And this time he might come back from the dead again. And they intended to use Harry as a return gift. Stupid people, they don't know anything. He was now chained up at Malfoy Mansion. Not even a day had passed since the last time blood had flowed down his arm from the metal cut. And for weeks, all he could see were the gray walls of the cage. and the Death Eaters There were too many Death Eaters. Everyone tortured him for what he did to Voldemort and no one would let him die. He would be used to the stabbing curse by now if that were possible. But the truth is no. The pain still cut deep and pierced him every time. But he learned to tolerate it. If he couldn't stand it, he would probably lose his mind. Even though there weren't any Dementors here, Harry assumed this was how Sirius felt when he was imprisoned in Azkaban. Harry couldn't imagine how Sirius could survive in there for years. The thought tickled Harry in some way. or however He had made his godfather proud by enduring this. He had to endure this. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone came to help him out. The Death Eaters were able to endure without a leader for long periods of time. But his side is still fighting. He just had to be patient. He still hasn't given up. At least, that's what he told himself. But he didn't pin his hopes on Malfoy. From what Harry knew Malfoy's previous display of defiance had disappeared during the years they had been separated. Malfoy never liked Harry. And he never gave any indication of betraying the Death Eaters. Even though he had hesitation…-damn it. Even though he didn't agree with the Death Eaters' side at all - he was too much of a coward to do anything. Malfoy is a ferret who thinks only of his own survival. Even if that means he has to join and fight for a side he doesn't entirely agree with. Or even sell your soul to someone like Voldemort. Harry was extremely angry at him because of this. “Potter” Harry ignores him. He acts so indifferent a lot of the time. He's really good at this. The sound of footsteps came closer. One hand gripped his chin and pulled him harshly towards Malfoy's face. Harry met his eyes again. It was gray and cold. Sharp as a shard of glass For a moment, Harry thought he saw something break in those eyes. Something that felt human. But the emotionless mask was put on before Harry could even consider it. It's just an illusion. It was just what he wanted to see to the point of fooling himself. No, Malfoy's eyes were steel, hard, penetrating, these days he looked more and more like his father. And it hurt to look at him. Their faces were only inches apart. Harry could feel Malfoy's breath on his lips. Harry doesn't care. He only stared at the blank wall behind him. Ignored because Malfoy was not worthy of his attention. It's one way of coping. He must choose his battlefield. And Malfoy wasn't something to be bothered about. But somewhere in the corner of his eye Malfoy clenched his jaw. It wasn't that he wanted to be tortured further. His whole body was in enough pain. But right now, he wanted to maintain his mental strength more than his physical strength. Resistance was all he had left. His friends and his dignity had all been taken away. This was all he had left. And he wouldn't give it up. One hand brushed a strand of hair from his face. Running your hand along his forehead until you found the scar. His fingers traced the jagged edges of it. The touch felt strangely familiar. But Harry continued to ignore Malfoy like he was ethereal. Malfoy's hand traveled along his jawline. His thumb ran across his chapped lips. Lips that were dry and covered in blood from biting his lip to stop himself from screaming every time he was tortured...I must say, try to stop. Because after a while he gave up. He screamed at the top of his lungs as they tortured him. Scream until there's no sound. After all, that's what they wanted from him most - to hear him scream. But he still clenched his teeth against his lip every time he was forced to tell his friend information. He would rather die a hundred thousand times than betray his friend. “Look at me.” Harry ignored him. Malfoy opened his mouth and moved closer. Harry could feel Malfoy's heat clashing with the coldness of him. He had lived in the cold for so long that he had almost forgotten what warmth felt like. "Potter," Malfoy breathed out. Harry closed his eyes. He felt a hand caress his neck and move slowly to his chest. He suppressed a shiver as Malfoy's slender fingers came to rest on his hip. "Harry," Malfoy said. Then Harry trembled. After a long time His heart beat faster. and gradually increase the tempo slowly Malfoy leaned in. His cheek rested against Harry's cheek. The side of his face rested against Harry's. The edge of Malfoy's mouth touched his ear. “We have to get you out of here.” The whisper was so unexpected that Harry thought he had misheard or had just lost his hearing. But Malfoy pulled himself back and looked at him. Really looking at Harry Malfoy's chin was still as sharp as ever. But he became shockingly thin. His face was dull and white. Dark spots around the eyes And Harry-unexpectedly- It feels like Malfoy didn't die in the war. He was surprised at how interested he was in this matter compared to the many things he had lost. This was the second time he felt passion in Malfoy's eyes instead of hatred. And Harry couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy had purposely lowered his shield so Harry could see. Or is this all just for show? The thought was strangely painful. "Very funny, Malfoy," Harry said, probably because he deserved something for his effort. Or because Harry misses interacting with someone. And Malfoy seemed less demonic than the rest. His voice came out hoarse. It was to blame that he rarely spoke and screamed for hours. "I am really sorry I thought of all the things I could have done. I...I don't know what to do.” Harry closed his eyes again so Malfoy wouldn't see his weakness. He underestimated Malfoy. Completely wrong Malfoy was worse than all the rest. Because right now Malfoy was playing with his feelings. If Harry released himself, he would be easily seduced. A slender hand caressed his jaw. Harry trembled. He felt weak. "I sent out the owl," Malfoy said softly. “Send for Granger. I don't know if the letter will reach you or not. Or will it cause more harm than good? I really don't know, Potter.” His voice sounded tired and irritated. “I'm afraid they'll kill me if they find out...my father. He would not hesitate to do it. I thought he would hesitate a bit. But…I don't even…” He choked on these words. “I don't even know him anymore.” Harry bit his tongue. feel the taste of blood He felt like he was about to sob. For the first time since he came here he felt like sobbing. Malfoy let out a shaky breath. Running your fingers along the edge of his mouth again, slowly, back and forth, almost obsessively. Malfoy was so close. Harry breathed in his aura, everything. The whole situation began to feel surreal. But that doesn't make this closeness any less intoxicating. Of course, if he wasn't chained up, he would never have let Malfoy get so close. Try to destroy him where others can't. And if Harry didn't crave interaction with other people so much, he might not feel the way he did. "I'm so...sorry, Potter," his voice sounded almost exactly the same as when Harry had found him crying and talking to Moaning Myrtle in the bathroom. And for some reason He thought back to the time he, Ron, and Hermione had been captured several months ago. that Malfoy refused to confirm their identities Harry was sure Malfoy knew it was him then. Both hands moved around his body. Harry's body was covered in bruises. And there is pain everywhere, even when standing still. But the fingers that caressed him were gentle and didn't hurt in the slightest. “It's my fault. Because I don't…” Malfoy's head fell onto his shoulder. and with surprise Harry felt hot tears hit his skin. “I know you hate me. That's okay.” At that moment, Harry almost believed him. He didn't say anything. They just stood there. Malfoy himself froze in that position. His body leaned gently against Harry's. Create incredible warmth and good feelings for him. Calling it warm is still too little. The tears that flowed silently were quite hot. His breath hitched against his shoulder and neck. Ten of Malfoy's slender fingers moved along his body as if comfortingly, over his chest, his arms, his back, his shoulders, his neck, his hair, his face. Again, his touch was almost obsessive, desperate, but his hand never went low. Above the waist Part of Harry wanted to push him away, scream, what did he think he was doing? Trying to manipulate Harry or…? Harry wouldn't be fooled. He cannot be deceived. Malfoy couldn't take advantage of him emotionally. This has nothing to do with him. He had no right to shed tears. Another part that was hard to explain wanted to embrace him. Malfoy moved as if to leave. But he turned around. Harry expected to see Malfoy laughing and saying that it was all just an act. and looked at him helplessly with satisfaction But Malfoy gripped his jaw again. Looking deep into his eyes, sultry This grip was harsh and painful. “Don't give up,” he said. “Fight.” Some spark that Harry couldn't control was ignited within him. A feeling that could not be suppressed spread through his chest. First time in several weeks He felt like he could endure one more day. Malfoy nodded at him, releasing his hand and leaving him in confusion. When Malfoy left, he cried. -END- How are you? Can I use it? (As always. lol) I repeat, we did not write this story. We just translated it. Original written by you SweetDreamsAreMadeOfNaruto into ao3 Please. Follow this link. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11469162 Thank you everyone very much. See you again. Kisses.