THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF 1 LETTER, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT, YOU REALLY
SHOULD. IT WON'T MAKE ANY SENSE OTHERWISE. YOU CAN FIND IT ON MY AUTHOR
PAGE. AND EXCUSE ANY ERRORS, IT WASN'T BETA'D.
ALSO, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. IF I DID I WOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PAYING MY TUITION, WOULD I? I DIDN'T THINK SO. I DID WONDER, THOUGH. WOULDN'T IT BE INTERESTING IF J.K. ROWLING REALLY DID DO FAN FICS, JUST SO THAT SHE COULD WRITE RANDOM THOUGHT AND EXISTANCES WITHOUT RUINING HER OWN STORY? BUT, SINCE I AM NOT HER, I DON'T REALLY KNOW.
THIS IS SLASH. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. SORRY, BUT I HAVE NO INTENTION OF LETTING YOU BAD MOUTH MY STORIES JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SHIP. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
AND NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW....
The next two weeks passed by with alarming speed. Harry and Draco lived from quick snog to longing gaze, not realizing the suspicions their friends were having for their odd behaviour. Ron was oddly ok with his friend seeming to completely space out.
"He must be in love." He told Hermione plainly on evening. "It really is the only excuse. Lucky chit, though. Wonder who she is?"
Hermione, who was a much more observant person than Ron, doubted that it was a girl at all. She had seen where his gaze had been centered. Directly in front of him sat the one and only Draco Malfoy. In all honesty, she wasn't all that surprised. Harry had never seemed too interested in girls. Sure, there had been a few earlier on, but the older he got and the more mature, the interest in the 'fairer' sex seemed to diminish.
[Well, you can't really get much 'fairer' than Malfoy, can you?]
******
On the other side of the school, Draco's friends were pondering the changes in their own ways. Pansy was jealous, but only for a total of 2 minutes. Then she remembered that she was already seeing someone, and really hadn't any reason to worry. She had known Draco her entire life, and trusted him completely.
Crabbe and Goyle really didn't care at all. They sat, staring into each other's eyes 90% of the time anyways. The reason behind all the staring wasn't really known. Perhaps they themselves were in love, or perhaps they had some way of mentally communicating with each other. General opinion was that they didn't even realize what they were doing, but actually just staring into space at each other. It was always possible that they were solving complicated mathematical problems internally, while appearing like blank slates on the outside.
Blaze didn't care one way or the other, he was spending all of his time working on a 'project' of his own. His heart had been set on purchasing a Muggle car and touring around Europe after graduation, living a magic free life before he would be expected to take the rains of the family business. He had been working for his father during the summers, and his apprenticeship was officially over. He would spend six months in co- ownership with his father, and then take it over officially in April of the next year. Before that could happen, he wanted the chance to be on his own. To experience something of life, and to prove to himself that he wasn't really dependant on others. That he was his own man.
******
The course of life never did run straight, and before long Harry and Draco had caused a little mystery within the Slytherin dorms. And, as any true Slytherin knows, a mystery must be solved. Who knows what the solution might bring? Leaving Crabbe and Goyle behind, Blaze and Pansy had taken to following Draco around when ever he left their common rooms after 8.
In Gryffindor there was also a strong desire to discover the reasons behind Harry's disappearances. An unknown person (and in this we read Hermione, who really did want to get some facts without looking like she was sticking her nose in it) had asked Colin Creevy to follow Harry around and find out what he was up to. So, with camera in tow, and a shiny new Gallion in pocket, Colin began to stalk the hallways of Hogwarts.
****** ****** ******
"Harry?"
"Yes love?" "Does any of this seem unreal to you?" Draco was wrapped securely in Harry's arms. His life thus far had been a confusing muddle of events, at least to the untrained eye. His father truly had run his life, had taught him to believe in things he did not truly understand. In his third year, with fledgling feelings for his dark haired nemesis, he had begun to question the validity of his own actions. But at that age he truly hadn't been prepared for the problems that would follow. He had begun spending more and more time with Snape, who he had had reason to believe was a spy for the Order.
In the following three years, Draco had managed to completely revamp his entire life. He had cast of his father and his father's beliefs, and at the end of his sixth year had allowed this to be evident in his actions. Through the entire transformation, he had never let go of his desire for Harry Potter.
"Sort of. Who would have thought the day would come when Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy could be found at random points in the day stealing quick kisses in darkened corners?" Harry tightened his arms slightly with his words, sending a reassuring vibe with the movement.
"That is exactly how I feel. I really did dream of this moment, but I never thought it would really happen. I do sound horribly sappy, don't I? Like a character out of a woman's novel, or something." He sighed and snuggled deeper into the embrace. "I love you, you know that right?"
"I know. I love you, too."
******
Outside the door of the room the two were hiding in, or really snuggling, since the thought of hiding was a bit too complicated for their minds at this point (they were quite obviously attached at the lip), three students were joining forces.
"Ok, let me get this straight Creevy. You think that Harry Potter, the boy- who-lived, the bane of Draco Malfoy's life, is in that room at this very minute?" Blaze had a very confused look on his face.
"Right. And you think that behind that door is Draco Malfoy, the King of the Slytherins, but not Harry Potter, who I distinctly saw entering not 1 hour before now. I also know he hasn't left. I put up a charm to cause my camera to go off when anyone leaves by this door. I waited here for 20 minutes, then scouted to make sure there were no other exits. There aren't."
"So," Pansy began, piecing things together as she went, "if you think Potter is in there, and we think Draco is in there, either on of us is wrong or all of us are correct. Buy why on earth would the two of them be sitting in an abandoned room and not hexing each other? I certainly don't detect any curses in the air, and it is suspiciously quiet. What, exactly, is it you think we ought to do?"
"Well, Pansy dear, I really think we ought to open the door and see what is going on inside."
ALSO, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. IF I DID I WOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PAYING MY TUITION, WOULD I? I DIDN'T THINK SO. I DID WONDER, THOUGH. WOULDN'T IT BE INTERESTING IF J.K. ROWLING REALLY DID DO FAN FICS, JUST SO THAT SHE COULD WRITE RANDOM THOUGHT AND EXISTANCES WITHOUT RUINING HER OWN STORY? BUT, SINCE I AM NOT HER, I DON'T REALLY KNOW.
THIS IS SLASH. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. SORRY, BUT I HAVE NO INTENTION OF LETTING YOU BAD MOUTH MY STORIES JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SHIP. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.
AND NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW....
The next two weeks passed by with alarming speed. Harry and Draco lived from quick snog to longing gaze, not realizing the suspicions their friends were having for their odd behaviour. Ron was oddly ok with his friend seeming to completely space out.
"He must be in love." He told Hermione plainly on evening. "It really is the only excuse. Lucky chit, though. Wonder who she is?"
Hermione, who was a much more observant person than Ron, doubted that it was a girl at all. She had seen where his gaze had been centered. Directly in front of him sat the one and only Draco Malfoy. In all honesty, she wasn't all that surprised. Harry had never seemed too interested in girls. Sure, there had been a few earlier on, but the older he got and the more mature, the interest in the 'fairer' sex seemed to diminish.
[Well, you can't really get much 'fairer' than Malfoy, can you?]
******
On the other side of the school, Draco's friends were pondering the changes in their own ways. Pansy was jealous, but only for a total of 2 minutes. Then she remembered that she was already seeing someone, and really hadn't any reason to worry. She had known Draco her entire life, and trusted him completely.
Crabbe and Goyle really didn't care at all. They sat, staring into each other's eyes 90% of the time anyways. The reason behind all the staring wasn't really known. Perhaps they themselves were in love, or perhaps they had some way of mentally communicating with each other. General opinion was that they didn't even realize what they were doing, but actually just staring into space at each other. It was always possible that they were solving complicated mathematical problems internally, while appearing like blank slates on the outside.
Blaze didn't care one way or the other, he was spending all of his time working on a 'project' of his own. His heart had been set on purchasing a Muggle car and touring around Europe after graduation, living a magic free life before he would be expected to take the rains of the family business. He had been working for his father during the summers, and his apprenticeship was officially over. He would spend six months in co- ownership with his father, and then take it over officially in April of the next year. Before that could happen, he wanted the chance to be on his own. To experience something of life, and to prove to himself that he wasn't really dependant on others. That he was his own man.
******
The course of life never did run straight, and before long Harry and Draco had caused a little mystery within the Slytherin dorms. And, as any true Slytherin knows, a mystery must be solved. Who knows what the solution might bring? Leaving Crabbe and Goyle behind, Blaze and Pansy had taken to following Draco around when ever he left their common rooms after 8.
In Gryffindor there was also a strong desire to discover the reasons behind Harry's disappearances. An unknown person (and in this we read Hermione, who really did want to get some facts without looking like she was sticking her nose in it) had asked Colin Creevy to follow Harry around and find out what he was up to. So, with camera in tow, and a shiny new Gallion in pocket, Colin began to stalk the hallways of Hogwarts.
****** ****** ******
"Harry?"
"Yes love?" "Does any of this seem unreal to you?" Draco was wrapped securely in Harry's arms. His life thus far had been a confusing muddle of events, at least to the untrained eye. His father truly had run his life, had taught him to believe in things he did not truly understand. In his third year, with fledgling feelings for his dark haired nemesis, he had begun to question the validity of his own actions. But at that age he truly hadn't been prepared for the problems that would follow. He had begun spending more and more time with Snape, who he had had reason to believe was a spy for the Order.
In the following three years, Draco had managed to completely revamp his entire life. He had cast of his father and his father's beliefs, and at the end of his sixth year had allowed this to be evident in his actions. Through the entire transformation, he had never let go of his desire for Harry Potter.
"Sort of. Who would have thought the day would come when Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy could be found at random points in the day stealing quick kisses in darkened corners?" Harry tightened his arms slightly with his words, sending a reassuring vibe with the movement.
"That is exactly how I feel. I really did dream of this moment, but I never thought it would really happen. I do sound horribly sappy, don't I? Like a character out of a woman's novel, or something." He sighed and snuggled deeper into the embrace. "I love you, you know that right?"
"I know. I love you, too."
******
Outside the door of the room the two were hiding in, or really snuggling, since the thought of hiding was a bit too complicated for their minds at this point (they were quite obviously attached at the lip), three students were joining forces.
"Ok, let me get this straight Creevy. You think that Harry Potter, the boy- who-lived, the bane of Draco Malfoy's life, is in that room at this very minute?" Blaze had a very confused look on his face.
"Right. And you think that behind that door is Draco Malfoy, the King of the Slytherins, but not Harry Potter, who I distinctly saw entering not 1 hour before now. I also know he hasn't left. I put up a charm to cause my camera to go off when anyone leaves by this door. I waited here for 20 minutes, then scouted to make sure there were no other exits. There aren't."
"So," Pansy began, piecing things together as she went, "if you think Potter is in there, and we think Draco is in there, either on of us is wrong or all of us are correct. Buy why on earth would the two of them be sitting in an abandoned room and not hexing each other? I certainly don't detect any curses in the air, and it is suspiciously quiet. What, exactly, is it you think we ought to do?"
"Well, Pansy dear, I really think we ought to open the door and see what is going on inside."