~Chapter 2- Awakening the Promise~
Thanks to Ms. Tom Felton for her comment and someone else ( story alerts are private so I dunno how you feel about being mentioned but you know who you are) for the story alert, guessing you guys wanted more so here it is :) So yeah, Ive decided to make this into a proper story, as the ideas for this wont stop popping in my head ^.^ enjoy!
I don't own any of the characters ( apart from Beau and Cevus, OC's), they belong to J K Rowling and Warner Brothers, this is purely a fan story.
"Ouch, Ron, that was my ankle"
"Sorry 'Mione" Ron replied, stuffing his freckled cheeks with sausages and fried eggs.
The Great Hall buzzed with the sounds of the Daily Prophet newspapers rustling, Students laughing and chattering about the latest gossip or how to answer one of Professor Flitwicks questions for their essays, which Harry hadn't completed, but no of that seemed to matter- he was still full of romantic goodness from the night before.
Soft Amber beams of sun flooded through the tall majestic Windows which lined next to the Slytherin Table. Unusually, Draco wasn't in his usual spot- in the middle of the table, surrounded by his gang of loyal followers; instead, he sat at the end of the table by himself, which, coincidentally, was opposite Harry.
Harry tried to focus on the conversation Finnegan was having about Lavender Brown and her Quiditch team trial, but his eyes mislead him to gaze about the lone Slytherin, wearing his black cloak, his sleeves bunched to his elbow, something he would never do but Harry would, picking at his plate of purple grapes, blueberries and blackberries.
Harry gazed at him, fully wanting to walk straight over to him and kiss him, and admired his moonlit hair that covered his eyes.
Suddenly, he looked up at Harry with mischievous eyes, holding a small bunch of purple grapes, and played with one of them on the tip of his tongue.
The Gryffindor couldn't believe what he was seeing, and sucked on his bottom lip involuntarily to keep the blood flow only in his brain.
"I dunno mate, Its Harry's call, he is capt'n after all, what do ya say, mate?" Ron asked, twirling a piece of bacon on his fork.
" Harry?" Hermione asked, tapping Harry by his hand.
" W-what?" he said, snapping sharply back into reality. Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan and his two best friends looked closely at Harry's reaction to Ron's question.
" Lavender, on the team?" Seamus said, tapping nervously on his goblet.
" Erm, yeah, sure, whatever" Harry replied, distracting himself by picking up Hermione's newspaper, knocking over her orange juice.
"Shit, sorry Mione" said Harry, watching her fling her arms up in the air in the cold shock dripping onto her lap.
"No worries, Harry" she said calmly, casting a cleaning spell on herself and the table. While the rest of the group helped clean the mess, Harry found his opportunity to look back over to the Slytherin table, to found that Draco had gone.
Hermione caught his glare and looked over his shoulder.
"Everything alright, Harry?" she asked, curiously looking for something suspicious.
"Yeah, yeah everything's just fine" he replied, pretending to read the newspaper once more.
The boys got up and left the table for Quiditch practise, leaving Hermione, Luna and the loved up Gryffindor alone.
"Where were you last night? Ron said you had a game of cards planned but you never showed up" Hermione said, wiping the reminder of the sticky juice off her hands.
Harry's stomach did a flip, and he quickly told his brain to zoom through a million scenarios for a reply, but they went passed so fast he could hardly pick one to use.
" Erm I- I was with Professor Flitwick" he replied, burying his face deeper in the newspaper.
"Oh? Why?"
"Was- asking him about the essay- didn't understand his question on the history of Pre- Victorian Charms"
Hermione raised her eyebrow, "At Midnight?"
Harry mouthed various curses, "You know me, I always complete work late at night"
" Hmm...Alright" Hermione said, grabbing another piece of toast, "Found a tux yet for the Autumn Ball yet?"
"No, I'm not sure if I'm going to be honest" Harry replied, feeling the blood return underneath his skin after his lie actually worked.
"Why? If it's because what Malfoy said about your dancing, you needn't worry, I mean, I'm not the best dancer, but I can always teach you the traditional dance, or even Ginny can, I heard she's an excellent dancer-"
Harry smiled at the mention of his name, before removing the smile and putting the newspaper down.
"As much as I appreciated his concern, he's not the problem" Harry lied. Truth is, he was the problem. He knew fully well that Pansy had been hinting for months that she wanted to go with him, and that she actually asked him at dinner in front of everyone, which made Draco slightly angry but slightly embarrassed at the same time, so he had to say yes. But, then again, maybe it was a good thing- now he won't have a chance to step on Draco's toes.
"I don't have a date" Hermione choked on her piece of bacon, shocked at Harry's exclamation.
"Are you mad? You're Harry Potter, you don't think- "
"Mione you know how much I hate it when you say that-"
"No, but it's true, you can get a date just by snapping your fingers-"
"No, you're wrong, I'm a klutz, and no one is going to want to dance with someone who would put them in the hospital wing for a broken ankle"
"Oh come on, you must want to go, at least to go with someone that you like"
"...Maybe."
"Well..." Hermione searched Harry's face, which slowly turned into a confused smile.
"What?"
"Who would you like to go with? I could always ask if they're free"
Harry smiled, If only she knew. He twiddled a piece of egg on his fork, at least trying to be seductive, and looked up, remebering that Draco had already left his table.
" Urm- I'll tell you later- boys need me for Quidditch" And Harry dashed off, summoning his broom and walked out into the stone corridors, his shoes connecting with the ground so hard it echoed, looking for Draco.
" Draco, Draco? Draco! Dr-"Harry's words where knocked out of him as he was pulled into a darkened corridor.
"What do you think you're playing at? Calling my name like that? People might get the wrong end of the stick" Draco said, he eyes locked onto the Gryffindors
" Oh, er, sorry" Harry apologised sweetly, rose rising in his cheeks at how close he was to his crush, " Erm, Malfoy?"
"What." He replied, slightly melting in Harry's green gaze.
" Don't you think people will get the wrong end of the stick with you holding me like this in a dark corridor" Harry replied, smirking at Draco, who, again, couldn't find a comeback as he was completely right.
"Sorry" Draco let go of his tight grip on Harry's cloak, the pink slowly rising in his cheeks now. Draco walked deeper in the corridor, where it blacked out completely, summoning Harry to follow.
A gentle silence fell over the boys, as their sight was completely diminished by blackness, so their ears became over sensitive and listened to each other's soft breathing.
"So, erm," Draco started, feeling unusually vulnerable, " I just want to say, I didn't mean what I said earlier, about, people getting the wrong end of the stick, It's just-"
"I know, Draco" Harry said, his voice still low and sweet as he continued to listen to Draco's breathing, " It's just between me and you, I don't mind that"
Draco smiled, wider than he ever thought possible, so he was glad Harry couldn't see.
"You're smiling" Harry said, feeling Draco's cloak in his hands.
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it" Harry replied, feeling around for Draco's hand and holding onto his cold fingers.
"Clever Harry" Draco said, linking his hands with Harry's, "If only you could feel how scared I am"
Harry's hand found his way up underneath Draco's soft jumper, feeling the contours of his stomach, and placed his other hand on Draco's chest.
"I can" He replied, caressing his chest, "But feel mine"
Draco unlinked his hands and went underneath the Gryffindors shirt, laying his hand over Harry's heart, "I...I don't understand-"
"Feel" Draco pressed harder onto his chest, and felt Harry's veins beat against his fingertips.
"It's beating normally..."
" Exactly" Harry said, feeling Draco's rushing heartbeat, " If this was anyone else, my heart would be racing like mad- It happened with Cho and Ginny- I thought it was a good sign, like it meant I really liked them, but now I realise mine was thumping in a different way, In a different beat"
Draco's hand heated Harry's chest a little, "I was unsure about them, nervous, but not in a good way, in a way which I wasn't sure if I wanted to be with either of them, but, as you said, my heartbeat feels normal- It's because I'm finally settled- comfortable- with who I am, and who I want to share myself with. I would let anything happen to you, as you make my heart feel this way"
Draco swallowed, but nothing seemed to tame the rising lump in his throat. Draco was never used to hearing such honesty from a person; especially when the honesty involved him. Draco felt like slapping himself, and asking him why he waited until the eighth year – for everyone who wasn't completely traumatised by the war- to tell him how he felt. He loved kissing Harry, but this- just his hand on his heart- was enough to keep him satisfied.
The link between the two boy's arms sent a shared heartbeat flowing from Harry into Draco, and his thumping heart slowed down as he tried to concentrate on the beat of their conjoined hearts. Draco slowly lost his fear through Harry, and finally could feel what Harry was feeling.
Harry pulled away at the sound of the bell, and began to walk slowly back into the candle lit hallway
"Come on, we better go, It won't look good if were both late at the same time"
"Harry"
"Yes?"
Draco didn't care. He pulled Harry by the collar and pushed him gently against the wall, and kissed him passionately.
Harry pushed his hands through Draco hair, and moved his hands down so they laid on the smooth thread of his Slytherin logo. Draco felt the cold metal rim of Harry's glasses on his nose, wanting desperately to through them away so he could feel his eyelashes on his, but Harry kissed him deeper, finding no room to even grab the edge of the glasses.
They parted, and pressed their foreheads together.
"Thank you" Draco said softly, his voice still gentle from their private talk, "I needed that"
"Anytime" Harry replied and kissed Draco's cheek, "Now come on, Professor Flitwick is gonna flip"