Shadowed Love- Chapter 2
Hey guys, I hope you all liked the first chapter. I felt confident I did pretty well on the intro chapter. Well, back to the story.
Harry was smiling now. He couldn't believe how shocked his friends were, and the looks on their faces were absolutely hilarious. "Come one guys, you haven't picked up on any of this in the past 5 years?" Their horrified faces shook a clear 'no'.
Hermione was the first to speak after a five-minute awkward silence. "Harry, you aren't playing any joke are you? Don't get me wrong or anything, I don't hate people like you…if that's what you are I mean…and if it is…well, its okay with me, but, I mean, Malfoy!"
Ron vigorously nodded his head in agreement. He spoke "Harry, this is Malfoy we're speaking about. Perhaps the most foul, disliked person in this school, except Snape. The only person I could see standing any of Malfoy's antics is Pansy Parkinson. You know she's almost as bad as Malfoy is."
Harry merely grinned at them. He wasn't at all surprised by their reaction. "Have you ever thought that maybe the reason we fight so much is because we have hidden feelings about each other? I only just began to realize those feelings were of infatuation. Ever since I laid eyes on that blonde hair, and those silver eyes of his, I felt some sort of connection. I really feel something for him; I can't explain it right now."
Hermione spoke again. "Harry, what if Malfoy doesn't like you that way, I mean to say, what if he's straight?"
Harry grinned. He knew she'd say something like that. "I just have a good feeling about this, trust me." The three said no more and finished their butterbeers in silence. Each one of them said a low 'g-night' and made their way to their beds. But Harry had other plans. After he was sure all the other had gone asleep, and it was well past midnight, he stole away to his room and fetched his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map.
He studied himself in the mirror, or, rather, he made sure none of him was showing. And then he proceeded to walk out of Gryffindor Tower, waking the portrait of the Fat Lady with a small sort issuing from her mouth. He snickered to himself and walked to a corner where he lit his wand under the cloak and took out the map.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He pledged, which was the usual way to reveal the ink of the Marauders Map. He studied it, locating what floor Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris were. But what caught his attention was the little set of footprints that had a little name underneath Draco Malfoy. Harry caught his breath. Maybe this could be a chance, he thought,
He quickly set down the corridor that would take him the fastest route to where Draco was.
Draco was underneath a statue Harry had not seen before. He realized he was in Slytherin territory, the area that led to the Slytherin Dungeons. Harry sucked in his breath again. Apparently too loud. Draco turned to where he heard the noise. Harry took off his cloak and revealed himself, not worried that Draco would see him. Draco knew Harry had an Invisibility Cloak already.
Harry could see Draco gasp. "Draco…" Harry began, "I want to apologize about what I said this afternoon. It was wrong of me to mention your father to you. I didn't want to sound like a jerk."
Draco smirked and started off strong. "Yeah Potter, I'm sure you would have kicked me if I had mentioned something about your parents…" but he trailed off weakly, knowing he had hit a sore spot in Harry. Draco gave a small sigh and spoke. "It's…it's not your fault he's in Azkaban. I always knew he was doing something wrong. I just didn't know he was involved with Voldemort. I never liked him though. He was always cold and distant. I guess that's where I come from then."
Harry was surprised at all this. He had never spoken to Draco in this way in his entirety of knowing him. But, frankly, Harry wasn't as surprised as he thought he was. He had guessed Draco had been feeling this way for some time. Harry walked over to Draco and put his arm around his shoulders. He felt Draco flinch.
"My father abused me too," added Draco, slowly. "I want to say I'm sorry too Harry. My father always told me that if I ever met you, he wanted me to get you on our side. I guess that means now that he was trying to get you killed. I'm glad you never took our invitation to hang around. You wouldn't be here right now, and that would make me…sad." Saying this, Draco turned towards Harry. Their noses were barely two inches away.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Draco." said Harry. Harry was confused. He didn't think Draco would ever feel this way about him. But, there was only one way to find out. Harry leaned forward and slowly put his lips on Draco's, waiting for some resistance, but there came none.
Years of hatred towards each other melted away as their tiny kiss became a torrent of tears and much kissing. They were both sad for each other, yet happy they had each other at last. Both understood what it felt like to be singled out, both knew it was hard to be themselves. Harry and Draco stood, kissing under the moonlit statue for half an hour before saying goodnight to each other.
Harry, being a gentleman, walked Draco to the Slytherin dungeon, making sure they had a safe way back using the knowledge of the map. Harry then made his way back to Gryffindor tower, overjoyed he had at last, someone to share his intimate feelings with, and someone who will always be there for him.
Harry couldn't wait to tell Ron and Hermione about this in the morning, hoping they will be just as happy as he was.
That raps up this chapter. I surprised myself and wrote this in less time than it took me to write chapter 1. I was flooding with ideas and hope to utilize many more in the future. Keep reading and keep writing reviews!
I think I may have rushed this chapter a bit. Draco's breakdown seemed to happen a bit faster that I had anticipated. But, I'm happier now that Draco and Harry are finally together. Remember, there won't be any sex sex for a while, but there will be kissing and hugging, and, if possible, a few wet dreams!
