This is my fic
Take Me Away
By Jcd
Harry Potter lay awake on his bed, tears silently streaming down his face. As soon as he heard footsteps on the stairs he wrenched the hangings of his four-poster bed closed around himself. Darkness fell on the boy.
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Harry was walking around the corner towards the great hall when, in a sudden whoosh of silvery blonde hair, he found himself sprawled on the hard marble floor with a throbbing pain in his head.
"Sorry... oh, it's you" (A/N: Duh it's Draco) Harry said with a sudden iciness to his voice.
(Harry's POV)
Why am I being so mean?
Cause he's been your enemy since, well, FOREVER!
And who are you?
Your conscience.
Where have you been for the past SIXTEEN YEARS of my life? Huh?
Working in your sub-conscience.
Ohh okay.
"HARRY! Are you there?" Said a now pissed off Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, sorry Draco," replied Harry.
(Draco's POV)
He called me Draco, why the hell did he do that?
Because he soooo likes you!
Ooohhhhhh
Coughstupidcough
Hey!!!!!
Soooo, what are you going to do about the situation at hand?
UHHHHHGH, BOYS! Why don't you just walk over to him and kiss him? I mean he's still here, if he hates you he would of left already!
Right.
(Back to reality)
Draco walked towards Harry, grabbed his hand, pulled him towards himself, and engaged him in the best, most passionate kiss he had ever had the pleasure of partaking in.
(Harry's POV)
Why is he looking at me like that?
Why is he walking towards me
Why is he grabbing my hand
Why is he pulling me?
Why is he...(Normal POV)
Harry and Draco were both in complete bliss. Harry's thought's had been cut short by the softness of Draco's lips pressing against his own, but now Draco's thoughts (mainly his conscience) would not shut up. Draco tried to quiet his own mind but it wouldn't work.
She kept saying things like:
Ooh you're enjoying this aren't you?
Or,
When are you going to stop?!?!?!?
And,
You two are soooo cute!
And it was driving him mad. Ruining this very precious moment between himself and Harry.
Finally they broke apart, both gasping for breath, as silently as possible, but still gasping. When Harry finally caught his breath he tried to speak.
Draco, did you mean that or are you just playing with my emotions? The answer was obvious, but Harry still felt the need to ask. I mean who would kiss someone so passionately for some sick joke? Yet no sound escaped Harry's lips, for he was still too out of breath.
"I-AM-NEVER-GOING-TO-LEAVE-YOU" Draco gasped, taking a breath in between each word, "I am NOT just playing."
Now Harry was deeply confused.
"You heard me!?"
"Of course I did Harry, you said it loud and-" Draco stopped short because he realized that Harry's lips had never parted.
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