Author's Note:
This is a Draco/Harry pairing! If you dont' like boy-boy romance, then leave. Please leave. I really don't want my wonderful work tarnished by being read by homophobes. I dont' think I could manage.
As for the title, lol, forgive me. It was starting to rain when I wrote this.
Disclaimer:
No, I dont' own them. Damnit. I wish I did. But, alas, this belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling. And I must compliment on her brilliance, creating the ever so cute Draco for me to toy with. *naughty grin*
*...* = writing
'...' = thoughts
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Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 1: By Myself
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Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red - handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
**By Myself = Linkin Park** (this song is just where I got the chapter title from! ^^)
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The sun disapeared behind a large rain cloud, creating a heavy shadow on the quad. Hermione Granger glanced up momentarily, then returned to the large volume in her hands. A few feet away she could hear the voices of Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. She frowned, but didn't look over at them. After a few moment two heavey set pair of legs walked past her and towards the school. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Draco Malfoy sitting on the bench next to hers. She paused in her reading as the wind carried some of his mumbled words over to her.
"Those pudgy fools." He said. "Why do I insist on surrounding myself with such morons?"
Hermione smiled to herself, hearing his frustration. Before she could get back to her reading the sound of friendly chatter caught her ear. Reconigsing the voices she closed her book and looked up at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. "I was wodnering when you guys were going to show up."
"Snape," Harry groaned, "He stopped us in the hall."
"What did you do this time?" Hermione asked.
"What did we do?" Ron replied. "Do? We did nothing! Snape just wanted a reason to dock points off of Griffyndor."
"You know you have to be careful around him." Hermione told them. They both nodded. Harry leaned back on the bench and stared up into the cloudy sky.
"Looks like rain." Harry commented. Hermione followed his gaze upwards. As she did so a single drop of rain dropped into her eye. She blinked rapidly. Before she could speak the water works were turned on. All three jumped up as the rain pounded onto the ground. They grabbed their books and ran for the shelter of the large school.
As the three students disapeared through the doors, a pair of cold eyes watched them. Draco slowly stood up, the rain drenching his robes. He took a deep breath and slowly released it. He took his time walking towards the school, enjoying the feel of rain hitting his pale face. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted Harry and his friends through one of the windows. He watched them until they passed out of sight. Frowning in slight confusion, he again started for the door.
Draco slowly made his way through the halls of Hogwarts and towards the Great Hall. Thoughts were flooding his mind that he barely noticed the group of people standing to the side. He finally blinked as he ran smack into someone's back. Draco was shocked to see Harry turned around. His friends looked at him oddly.
"What's the matter, Malfoy?" Ron said with a sly grin. "Tried to go swimming?"
Draco blinked away his thoughts and put on a snear. "At least I get wet. From the smell I can bet you haven't been near water in over a year."
Ron glared as the blonde pushed past them and into the Great Hall. Hermione shook her head. "You boys will never give up will you? Just one insult after another."
"Speak for yourself. Weren't you the one who said it looked like he dunked his head in vegetable oil yesterday?" Ron remined her. Harry didn't comment, his eyes were following Draco to his seat. Something from the back of his mind was bothering him. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he oldly felt himself entranced by Draco.
"Harry." Ron said. Hermione and him looked at Harry questioningly as the boy didn't answer. "Hey, Harry! Hello?"
"Huh?" Harry blinked. He looked from Ron to Hermione. He felt his face flush under their wondering looks. "Um, excuse me."
Harry quickly walked past him and into the Great Hall. He kept his head down as he made his way to the Grifyndor table. As he was about to sit down he felt as though someone was watching him. Instinctively he looked over at the Slytherine table. He held his breath as Draco's eyes locked with his. A moment passed, and they continued to stare at each other untill someone bumped into Harry from behind.
Later that night Draco sat on his bed. The room was empty, as everyone else was in the common room. The rain continued to pound against the window as Draco pulled out a leather bound book from under his matress. He flipped through many pages that had his writing untill he came to a blank page. Pulling out a quill and ink he began writing.
*November 28,
It has been raining since noon. It seems that my mood is fitting for this. I dont' know what the hell is wrong with me. Something... Something has been rising in the back of my mind, like a bird fighting to get out of a cage. I don't know exactly what it is... Just, these thoughts have been plaging me. Many of them have involved Potter, that pathetic excuse of a wizard. I can't believe the way everyone treats him. Like he's some god. It's ridiculous. Yet here lately, I've found myself staring at him. Totally oblivious to the world, all I seem to see is him. And his smile. I know I could never make him smile like that... Wait! Where did that come from?! What the hell is wrong with me? This is just... wrong. I dont' know what it is, but it's wrong. ...Dinner time.*
Draco followed his fellow students to the Great Hall for dinner. He kept his usual smug look on his face, not about to let anyone know what was going through his head. 'I'm surrounded by people and yet I feel like I'm the only one here. Why do I feel so alone?' Draco made his way to his seat and sat down between Crabbe and Goyle. They had already begun to stuff food into their mouths. He held back the need to roll his eyes and glanced over at the table that the Grifyndors sat. He spotted Harry and Ron, who sat close together in a conversation. Draco felt a tinge of jealousy in the back of his mind. Trying to push it away, he started gathering food on his plate. Yet everytime he looked over there, again that feeling of jealousy would appear.
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Author's Note
Well? Is it bad so far? *falls to knees* I'm so sorry!! I know, it's not much, but it's just the first chapter, you know! It's meant to be a little slow, just to give you an idea of what the character's are feeling. ^^
Please review! *begs* please, please, please!!
This is a Draco/Harry pairing! If you dont' like boy-boy romance, then leave. Please leave. I really don't want my wonderful work tarnished by being read by homophobes. I dont' think I could manage.
As for the title, lol, forgive me. It was starting to rain when I wrote this.
Disclaimer:
No, I dont' own them. Damnit. I wish I did. But, alas, this belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling. And I must compliment on her brilliance, creating the ever so cute Draco for me to toy with. *naughty grin*
*...* = writing
'...' = thoughts
_____________
Whispers in the Rain
Chapter 1: By Myself
____________
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red - handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
**By Myself = Linkin Park** (this song is just where I got the chapter title from! ^^)
____________
The sun disapeared behind a large rain cloud, creating a heavy shadow on the quad. Hermione Granger glanced up momentarily, then returned to the large volume in her hands. A few feet away she could hear the voices of Crabbe, Goyle and Draco. She frowned, but didn't look over at them. After a few moment two heavey set pair of legs walked past her and towards the school. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Draco Malfoy sitting on the bench next to hers. She paused in her reading as the wind carried some of his mumbled words over to her.
"Those pudgy fools." He said. "Why do I insist on surrounding myself with such morons?"
Hermione smiled to herself, hearing his frustration. Before she could get back to her reading the sound of friendly chatter caught her ear. Reconigsing the voices she closed her book and looked up at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. "I was wodnering when you guys were going to show up."
"Snape," Harry groaned, "He stopped us in the hall."
"What did you do this time?" Hermione asked.
"What did we do?" Ron replied. "Do? We did nothing! Snape just wanted a reason to dock points off of Griffyndor."
"You know you have to be careful around him." Hermione told them. They both nodded. Harry leaned back on the bench and stared up into the cloudy sky.
"Looks like rain." Harry commented. Hermione followed his gaze upwards. As she did so a single drop of rain dropped into her eye. She blinked rapidly. Before she could speak the water works were turned on. All three jumped up as the rain pounded onto the ground. They grabbed their books and ran for the shelter of the large school.
As the three students disapeared through the doors, a pair of cold eyes watched them. Draco slowly stood up, the rain drenching his robes. He took a deep breath and slowly released it. He took his time walking towards the school, enjoying the feel of rain hitting his pale face. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted Harry and his friends through one of the windows. He watched them until they passed out of sight. Frowning in slight confusion, he again started for the door.
Draco slowly made his way through the halls of Hogwarts and towards the Great Hall. Thoughts were flooding his mind that he barely noticed the group of people standing to the side. He finally blinked as he ran smack into someone's back. Draco was shocked to see Harry turned around. His friends looked at him oddly.
"What's the matter, Malfoy?" Ron said with a sly grin. "Tried to go swimming?"
Draco blinked away his thoughts and put on a snear. "At least I get wet. From the smell I can bet you haven't been near water in over a year."
Ron glared as the blonde pushed past them and into the Great Hall. Hermione shook her head. "You boys will never give up will you? Just one insult after another."
"Speak for yourself. Weren't you the one who said it looked like he dunked his head in vegetable oil yesterday?" Ron remined her. Harry didn't comment, his eyes were following Draco to his seat. Something from the back of his mind was bothering him. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he oldly felt himself entranced by Draco.
"Harry." Ron said. Hermione and him looked at Harry questioningly as the boy didn't answer. "Hey, Harry! Hello?"
"Huh?" Harry blinked. He looked from Ron to Hermione. He felt his face flush under their wondering looks. "Um, excuse me."
Harry quickly walked past him and into the Great Hall. He kept his head down as he made his way to the Grifyndor table. As he was about to sit down he felt as though someone was watching him. Instinctively he looked over at the Slytherine table. He held his breath as Draco's eyes locked with his. A moment passed, and they continued to stare at each other untill someone bumped into Harry from behind.
Later that night Draco sat on his bed. The room was empty, as everyone else was in the common room. The rain continued to pound against the window as Draco pulled out a leather bound book from under his matress. He flipped through many pages that had his writing untill he came to a blank page. Pulling out a quill and ink he began writing.
*November 28,
It has been raining since noon. It seems that my mood is fitting for this. I dont' know what the hell is wrong with me. Something... Something has been rising in the back of my mind, like a bird fighting to get out of a cage. I don't know exactly what it is... Just, these thoughts have been plaging me. Many of them have involved Potter, that pathetic excuse of a wizard. I can't believe the way everyone treats him. Like he's some god. It's ridiculous. Yet here lately, I've found myself staring at him. Totally oblivious to the world, all I seem to see is him. And his smile. I know I could never make him smile like that... Wait! Where did that come from?! What the hell is wrong with me? This is just... wrong. I dont' know what it is, but it's wrong. ...Dinner time.*
Draco followed his fellow students to the Great Hall for dinner. He kept his usual smug look on his face, not about to let anyone know what was going through his head. 'I'm surrounded by people and yet I feel like I'm the only one here. Why do I feel so alone?' Draco made his way to his seat and sat down between Crabbe and Goyle. They had already begun to stuff food into their mouths. He held back the need to roll his eyes and glanced over at the table that the Grifyndors sat. He spotted Harry and Ron, who sat close together in a conversation. Draco felt a tinge of jealousy in the back of his mind. Trying to push it away, he started gathering food on his plate. Yet everytime he looked over there, again that feeling of jealousy would appear.
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Author's Note
Well? Is it bad so far? *falls to knees* I'm so sorry!! I know, it's not much, but it's just the first chapter, you know! It's meant to be a little slow, just to give you an idea of what the character's are feeling. ^^
Please review! *begs* please, please, please!!
