Draco looked at the phone.
He wanted to tell Harry what he was feeling. What he had been thinking for the longest time.
But he couldn't.
/Oh for the love of--this is rediculous. It's just a phone call./
He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
*Ring*
Draco drummed his fingers on the cherry desk he was at.
*Ring*
Yep, he had everything he wanted to say all planned out.
*Ring*
/...Bloody hell, where WAS everybody?!/
*Ri--* "Hello, you've reached the Dursley's, may I ask who's calling?"
"Harry?"
/...smooth one, Draco./
"Speaking."
/His voice sounds strange./
"It's Draco."
/Please don't hang up?/
"Oh...um..."
/What the hell was I going to say again?/
"How've you been?"
"Me?"
"No Potter, your owl. Yes, you."
And would somebody PLEASE stop the song going off in my head?? It's REALLY bloody annoying.
...More awkward conversation...with lots of pregnant pauses.
/Think of something.../
"You know...you should visit this summer."
/Yeah, like that's going to happen. Never was much of a conversationalist./
Draco absently rubbed his forearm and looked out the window at the gardens below. He remembered the conversation that caused this terrible situation between Harry and himself.
"Eh...maybe."
/He's still mad at me. I would be too...but.../
He sat there for the longest time before picking up the guitar laying on the couch and playing a song that he knew all too well.
/This song is a perfect description of my life./
"You'll never know how much you mean to me
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you.
You in my life
It all meant so much more to me."
/He's still so quiet. I like the company but he's probably got tons of stuff to do.../
"Do you want to go?"
"Huh?"
Draco shrugged a shoulder although he knew full well that there was nobody around to see it.
"We're not saying anything at all." /and it's killing me./ "It's kind of pointless staying on the phone."
"Oh..."
"So?"
"Um...yeah. yeah sure."
/I hate feeling like this./
"So um...guess I'll talk to you...sometime...Draco?"
Draco swallowed.
"Yeah...right..."
"...Goodbye, Draco."
/Maybe someday you can forgive me./
He hung up the phone and wiped away the single tear that fell down his cheek.
He wanted to tell Harry what he was feeling. What he had been thinking for the longest time.
But he couldn't.
/Oh for the love of--this is rediculous. It's just a phone call./
He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
*Ring*
Draco drummed his fingers on the cherry desk he was at.
*Ring*
Yep, he had everything he wanted to say all planned out.
*Ring*
/...Bloody hell, where WAS everybody?!/
*Ri--* "Hello, you've reached the Dursley's, may I ask who's calling?"
"Harry?"
/...smooth one, Draco./
"Speaking."
/His voice sounds strange./
"It's Draco."
/Please don't hang up?/
"Oh...um..."
/What the hell was I going to say again?/
"How've you been?"
"Me?"
"No Potter, your owl. Yes, you."
And would somebody PLEASE stop the song going off in my head?? It's REALLY bloody annoying.
...More awkward conversation...with lots of pregnant pauses.
/Think of something.../
"You know...you should visit this summer."
/Yeah, like that's going to happen. Never was much of a conversationalist./
Draco absently rubbed his forearm and looked out the window at the gardens below. He remembered the conversation that caused this terrible situation between Harry and himself.
"Eh...maybe."
/He's still mad at me. I would be too...but.../
He sat there for the longest time before picking up the guitar laying on the couch and playing a song that he knew all too well.
/This song is a perfect description of my life./
"You'll never know how much you mean to me
I close my eyes and watch as my life passes by
The only thing I see is you
For all the times you walked the line for me and standing by my side
I say thank you.
You in my life
It all meant so much more to me."
/He's still so quiet. I like the company but he's probably got tons of stuff to do.../
"Do you want to go?"
"Huh?"
Draco shrugged a shoulder although he knew full well that there was nobody around to see it.
"We're not saying anything at all." /and it's killing me./ "It's kind of pointless staying on the phone."
"Oh..."
"So?"
"Um...yeah. yeah sure."
/I hate feeling like this./
"So um...guess I'll talk to you...sometime...Draco?"
Draco swallowed.
"Yeah...right..."
"...Goodbye, Draco."
/Maybe someday you can forgive me./
He hung up the phone and wiped away the single tear that fell down his cheek.