Disclaimer: Haven't you learnt by now? Yah, I know I'm great and absolutely fabulous and an amazing writer, but I'm NOT jkr!!! I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to go and idolise HER. Not me!!!
A/N: It's not exactly ROMANCE, it depends on how you read it…
'Who will catch me when I fall?' Harry had said.
The clock ticked. His words, never of much importance, passed unheeded by the class. He paused, and took some notes, and added some shredded bat's-wing to the cauldron.
And then.
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'Want to give it a try, Malfoy?' Harry yelled, stretching his arms to reach the stars. It was all happening now, and the clock was chiming. The slates on the roof were wobbly, but Harry was a Quidditch Player and he had Balance.
'How many 'd's in shredded?' asked Malfoy, paying no attention to That Dratted Boy's stream of babble. He was lying on the grass, and it was wet, and he'd dripped ink on the parchment twice now.
Harry paused, and blinked, interrupted in his musings.
'2, I think. Does it really matter, when the stars are shinning and the wind is blowing and I could just leap and fly!'
'Well, I suppose not. Does it really matter that you could just leap and fly?' enquired Malfoy, experimenting with the d.
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And then.
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Harry laughed, and threw a pebble at his irritable potions-partner. The stars were shinning, and he was laughing and the night was just perfect.
Except for the potions homework. But you can't have it all in life.
'Isn't this great? It's perfect! I'm in love with the sky! And the stars! And the trees! Everything! Isn't this just brilliant?'
Malfoy sighed, and rolled his grey eyes. The assignment was not going to do itself. And Potter had gone insane and was dancing on the rooftop.
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Once there was a boy. He was a hero, and he hated Potions.
His hair was a mess, and he tried not to get in people's way. But he didn't always succeed.
He was shy, and quiet, and couldn't help but be. He didn't speak to people he didn't know. Yet so many knew him. It was quite annoying.
Then, one day, the dam burst. And his words were free.
He had been scared to. But he'd leapt off the building and discovered he could fly.
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'I'm in love with the sky!'
'Now there'd be an interesting marriage. And imagine the children!'
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The clock ticked. His words, never of much importance, passed unheeded by the class. He paused, and took some notes, and added some shredded bat's-wing to the cauldron.
And then.
And Draco had said 'I will, of course.'
A/N: yah. Total garbage. I'm mad. Utterly so. But I liked writing this, and the idea came to me at about 12 o'clock last night… so sue me.
Well… don't actually, 'cause you wont get anything.
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