Here We Go Again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Up in the eighth year dorms were two teenage boys. One was trying to get the other to wake up so they won't have to face the wrath of his girlfriend.
"Come on, mate. Time to get up. You know Mione will come up here if we don't head down soon." urged the red-head.
"You go ahead, Ron. I'll just skip breakfast. Not in the mood to go down to the Great Hall." replied the tanned raven.
"It can't be that bad. I mean, it has been a while since the war ended. Surely, people will start to leave you alone. We're even getting along with the Slytherins. " said Ron.
"Ugh. Ron, just go. And we get along with them now cause we called for a truce since we have to share a dorm with them, along with everyone else. Just go make googly eyes with your girlfriend." replied the sleepy one. At that moment a teenage girl with frizzy brown hair entered their dorm.
"Harry James Potter! Get out of bed already. We will be late for breakfast if you don't get out in the next minute." yelled Hermione.
"Will you both please leave me the fuck alone! You are not my parents so you do not tell me what to do. Now if you do not mind I am going back to sleep. If you bother me one more time, I will make it so you can't shag for the next week!" yelled Harry.
Shocked by his outburst, Ron and Hermione left the dorm for the Great Hall without another word. They never saw the group of Slytherin boys entering the dorm from the connected bathroom where they just finished showering (wait.. why did I make them all shower at one time?)
"Well, well, well. Seems as if not all is so fine and dandy in the world of Gryffindors." sneered Draco Malfoy, the blond leader of the group.
"Oh, sod off Malfoy." mumbled Harry from beneath the covers.
"What's got your knickers in a bunch, Potter? It's Valentine's Day. Shouldn't you be off with some bird shagging her senseless?" taunted Theodore Nott.
"Oh god. Are all of you in here, then? None of you downstairs? Ugh. And no, I do not have to be with some girl shagging her senseless. I will probably regret this later on when I am more awake, but I much prefer blokes to birds, thank you." replied Harry. With that, he returned to a blissful sleep. He never heard the continuing conversation between the Slytherins as they left for the common room. Which could have helped him greatly. You see, Harry James Potter, Gryffindor Golden Boy, had a crush on a boy. And not just any boy. He had a crush on the leader of the eighth year Slytherins, Draco Lucius Malfoy.
"Looks like you have a chance after all, Draco. Told you it's a good thing to wait things out before giving up on him." chuckled Blaise Zabini.
"Oh shut up Zabini. Just because he's gay doesn't mean he likes me back. I've been too much of an arse to him all these years. Why should he like me? My father tried to kill him on numerous occasions for fucks sake. Add in the fact that I became a follower of the one person that was always after his head." Draco replied in a defeated voice.
"Well, why don't you show him that you have changed. Show him the real you. Woo him, basically." suggested Goyle.
"Today is Valentine's Day. Why don't you leave him gifts and notes as a secret admirer? Then a last one asking for him to meet you by the lake at midnight." Crabbe added. Contrary to popular belief, Crabbe and Goyle were not stupid. They just did not show it so everyone would not bother them so much.
"Well, I suppose that wouldn't hurt. But you guys are helping me with this." stated Draco. With that, the boys set out for the library to carry out their plan.
By the time Harry got out of bed it was already ten. He didn't give a flying fuck though. It was Saturday. And the longer he stayed away from those vultures called women, the better. I mean, really. Every year was the same thing. He would receive hundreds of letters from women he did not know claiming their undying love for him. At the same time, sending a picture of them in a very undignified position that a lady should not show to a young man. Especially if they are already married or engaged to be married. He had already asked the headmaster to screen his mail so that only people he personally knew can send him mail the whole week of Valentine's Day. He even had to ask Professor Snape to check the chocolates sent to him if they were spiked with Amortentia. Turns out more than half of the chocolates were indeed spiked. So, with that type of history concerning the holiday, is it even surprising that he hates the whole idea of it. Doesn't help that he's gay and the one he has a thing for most likely does not return those feelings for him. Why do I even bother with Draco. He never even looks at me without a sneer on his face. Hell, I have a better chance to be with Nott or Zabini. Maybe I should try talking to him. Time to think of a way to talk to him. On his way down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast, Harry found a single red rose with a note attached. The note had his name on it so he assumed he might as well take it.
The note read:
All I am, all I'll be
Everything in this world
All that I'll ever need
Is in your eyes
Shining at me
When you smile I can feel
All my passion unfolding
Your hand brushes mine
And a thousand sensations
Seduce me
'cause I
I do cherish you
For the rest of my life
You don't have to think twice
I will love you still
From the depth of my soul
It's beyond my control
I've waited so long to say this to you
If you're asking do I love you this much
I do
In my world, before you
I lived outside my emotions
Didn't know where I was going
'Till the day I found you
How you opened my life
To a new paradise
In a world torn by change
Still with all of my heart
'Till my dying day
I love you.
-an admirer
P.S. Follow the trail for another note. That is, if you would like to know who I am of course.
Harry was quite shocked when he read the note. After all, it went quite well with the meaning of the rose. I wonder who would give this to me. I had made many enemies throughout the war. True, most of them are from Slytherin, but I cannot see any of them giving this to me. Oh how I wish it was him. Wait... a track? That was when Harry had looked up from the note and rose to see a trail of red rose petals leading toward the quidditch pitch. It had taken Harry fifteen minutes to get to the quidditch pitch because the trail had turned left and right repeatedly. Along the way, Harry had picked up twenty three more red roses. He now had two dozen roses from his secret admirer. His new note was floating just three feet off of the ground just waiting for him to come over and take it into his hand. It read:
Seeing that you took this note, I am going to assume that you agree with me courting you in the course of the day. I will try to write a new fact about me that will help you figure out who I am but I won't be outright telling you who I am. Now for the first clue, I am in your year.
Love, an admirer.
"Well, that's not all that surprising. I guess he will just send the next note to me since he didn't give me instructions on how to get to the next note." Harry said aloud. With that said, Harry headed back to the Great Hall just in time for a late breakfast with a smile on his face. Maybe I am late enough to avoid majority of the letters.
"Yes, yes, yes!" yelled Draco. If he weren't such a Slytherin he would have probably been running up and down the Slytherin bleachers of the quidditch pitch. He had arrived just moments before Harry had. He had Vince stay behind in the common room to wait for Harry after they had talked in the library. That way he would be able to know if Harry had picked up the first note and everything else on the way to the second note. All of the Slytherin boys were now awaiting their extremely happy leader so they could also go to the Great Hall for breakfast. I can't believe he smiled at my note. Granted he doesn't know that it's me but it's a start. Compose yourself, Draco. It's time to face the masses.
"Draco! We're hungryyyyy!" whined Theo, Blaise, Vince, and Greg. And all at the same pitch.
At the same time. What is with them? "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." said Draco.
"I'm sure you are after seeing Potter in bed this morning, but really. You did not need to announce that to the rest of us." teased Blaise.
Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him. Stupid prat.
Once Draco had calmed down enough, the five of them finally made their way to the Great Hall. The whole time had the blond thinking of what next to give to his green eyed crush.
A/N: Should I continue? This was supposed to be posted up long before Valentine's Day but I was busy. Read and review please. Thanks!