Hey! I finished up When It Comes and basically finished Dark and Mysterious. I'm not quite sure where The Beginning of it All is going. I am going to (hopefully) be updating this, Poet, and You're The Only Friend I've Got. Hope you enjoy this book, it's definitely different compared to my other five books.
{I Was} Made for Loving You
Harry sighed as Draco shot another crumpled up paper at his head. Now agitated, Harry turned, only to see a pale face inches from his own. He drew in a breath, and then realized that no one was there. He wasn't even there.
"Harry!" Hermione snapped.
He looked up to see Hermione and Ron at the edge of the couch Harry had positioned himself on at some point.
"Oh...sorry. I did it again, didn't I?"
Ron nodded. "You were sittin' there, and then it was like you weren't! Your eyes were completely unfocused, too! It's always a shock when it happens!"
Harry sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
"I think I might go for a walk down the halls," he said. "I need air."
Hermione nodded eagerly. "It'll be good for you. Don't be gone too long! Remember last time you went out for a stroll? You lost Gryffindor ten points."
"I know, 'Mione. Make sure you and Ron don't get too caught up, either." Harry chuckled, and slowly got up off the couch.
He walked out of the common room, and immediately decided to go to the library. Harry had come to notice he'd been in the Hogwarts library more and more often. He enjoyed reading in there, what with it being so quiet and peaceful. He'd sit in the library for hours, days even, on end, just reading.
As he turned into the row of the library he always went down, Harry noticed something peculiar. Draco Malfoy was sitting there reading, so it seemed, in the corner of the aisle. As he moved closer to the Slytherin, he realized the boy was crying. Maybe not crying, exactly, but there were tears.
Are you alright, Draco?
Go fuck yourself, Potter.
Why do you want me to leave?
Because. Leave.
Why?
Why?
Harry suddenly remembered where he was and crouched before Draco Malfoy.
"Are you alright?"
"Quite." Draco snorted. "I don't know why you find it so amusing to 'try and help' me." He used air quotes to help prove his point.
"Well," Harry started, "You're sitting in the library crying. Something ought to be wrong."
"Everything is fine, for your information." Malfoy snapped.
"You're sure?"
"Go fuck yourself, Potter."
"Why do you want me to leave?"
"Because. Leave."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Why? Because I need space!"
Harry sighed, but quit pestering the Slytherin. He left the library, wondering about how he'd heard that conversation before it happened.
Something was up.
