The Hidden Lake
Hello, this is my first fic so be understanding please! Also, if you could give me tips on either what to do next or how to write better, it would be great! I hope you like. I don't own Harry Potter nor any characters mentioned in this story. Thanks for reading!
It was a bright spring day at Hogwarts and our favorite character, Harry, was talking a walk in the Forbidden Forest. He knew that it was against school rules to be in there in the first place, what with all the bad creatures in there and everything, but Harry also knew that none of said creatures would hurt him now that the Dark Lord was officially dead (caused by yours truly). He was having a good day, as far as good went with is past haunting him, and he was happy for the peace and quiet. Nobody whispering behind his back, no obnoxious laughing, but mostly! No teachers asking how he felt. '"Do you feel alright? You must have felt the loss of all those friends who sacrificed their life for you."' He remembered. Of course he felt their loss! He was a human after all.
'But oh well.' Harry thought as he continued on the path he had made and getting ever closer to his final destination. He had found the hidden lake during his third year, and decided not to tell anyone in fear of breaking the blessed silence. The lake was cool, with no weeds in sight as well as a willow towering as high as the school and as wide as four students surrounding it. The best thing to do was to climb that tree and feel the gentle wind as it caressed his face, and on hot summer days when no one was around because of break, Harry would go swimming, back and fourth until he lost all energy and had to drag himself onto land where he would then fall asleep on the soft grass.
Harry smiled He couldn't wait for break so he could be alone again. He couldn't help but feel the pain of loneliness however. Hermione and Ron were dating and extremely happy. In fact, they were planning getting married after graduation; Harry felt like a third wheel, despite what Hermione and Ron said. He would be allowed to visit the restricted section however what with most of the teachers enjoying their holiday.
Harry pushed past a tree branch, one he purposely put in place so it would hide the lake form anyone using the path. Said path continued on in a large half circle before heading back towards the school grounds. As he reached the willow he paused. Were those his shoes? He hadn't left any shoes here had he? No, these were at a different angle, stating that they were being used. Harry cautiously stepped closer, a hand resting on the bark to keep his balance, leaning so that he could see who the shoes belonged to. Harry gasped, falling back in surprise. Draco Malfoy was propped up against the tree, his head bowed as he slept.
Harry scooted up a bit, careful of the twigs, and tried to get another look. 'He really isn't all that bad when he sleeps. He looks like an angel.' Harry studied, moving closer still. He looked Draco over. Draco hadn't put that ungodly gel in, making his silver locks fall downwards and ending just beyond his eyes. His eyelids were so pale it looked like someone –or someone- had put silver eye shadow on and when his eyes were open, Harry knew they would be stormy grey. His cheeks were pink from the sun and heat and his lean arms were crossed over his chest as if he was hugging himself. It sounded as if he was snoring softly. 'Snoring? That kinda cute.' Harry supposed then took in Draco's chosen wardrobe. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, having the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up two of three times as well as dark navy blue jeans and black shoes.
'An overall lovely piece of work.' Harry had known he was gay from an experiment in Truth or Dare during his second year. 'But why did I have to fall in love with Draco? I mean, of all the people, it had to be the one who hated my guts. Way to go Harry, way to go….' Harry sat back and looked up to the blue sky with its white, fluffy clouds. 'I'm so stupid. What will happen when he wakes and sees me here with him? I mean, I found the place first but he was here today first.' Harry raised his hand and gripped the low hanging branch, lifting himself to his feet as quietly as he could. As he gently walked back to the path, Harry wondered how Draco had found the lake.
Sorry for the short chapter! I'll get more down soon! Like? Don't like? Hmm…. Let me know and I'll thank you for the help in the next chapter!