The Bathroom of Memories
A/N: 'Ello! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, also hope you enjoy this one! I am not going to repeat myself because the warnings and the disclaimer is already on chapter one and applies to every single chapter written from now-on! Thank you! - Your Author, MystyVander - By the way! I am looking for a BETA-READER! So it's easier to edit my stories because so far I have only editted one of my stories, it was still a lot of work though. Please need help! Just contact me if interested! Thanks:) One more thing; I did not like the things in HBP other than this bathroom part back in chapter one - so I refuse to interlock any of the other things with this story, thank you very much. Sorry for that though, J.K better show her talent much cleverer in the next book is all I am saying. Now on with it!
Chapter Two:
Acting
During dinner time that evening, it was quite awkward as Harry occasionally looked up from his meal and felt his insides clench up as he noticed the blonde boy at the rivalry table sneering as usually and laughing amongst his goonies (well the some that were there anyway). "Harry, are you alright mate?" Ron asked concerned, his chocolate eyes beaming as he stuffed down so more delicious steak.
"You do look pale, is it your scar?" Hermione paniced, allowing Ron to follow suit moments later. "Should we take you to Madam Pomfrey's?" She pressed in on him, they both leaned across the table slightly blocking his view of Draco and he blushed furiously when they tried to find where his eyes were staring at dreamily. "Uhm...Harry." Hermione waved her hand before the boys eyes.
"Huh? Sorry!" Harry felt completely embarassed and also freaked out a bit himself on the inside; 'Did they see who I was looking at!' "Oh no, it's not my scar! I feel fine, really. The food is just making me a bit sick - I gotta go, cya guys in the Common Room later. I'll be up for a game of Wizard's Chess," Harry winked at Ron before seeing Hermione glower at him. "After we finish up our homework!" Then he hurried away, leaving both of his friends satisfied as he left one more lingering look at the Slythering which rewarded himself with a very small wink from his 'enemy'.
Rushing up to the Boys Dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower, Harry slammed the door behind him and drew his curtains around his bed while looking straight up at the ceiling so blessed for the quiet privacy he was recieving. Closing his eyes, nothing else came to his mind other than images of earlier that afternoon and the sounds of what was heard in his ears - ringing there and reminding him of the pleasure he felt. 'Why do I feel this way? It's bloody Malfoy! Then again, he did fess everything up to me and I can't help but trust him...he seems a lot nicer, hasn't been doing anything horrid to us this year - I believe he's actually being true. Still; Why do I feel like being with him all the time, why am I obsessed with making him mine? Shagging his bones off, and kissing him so hard and walking with him on beaches and cuddling in beds of roses and...' Even Harry got more confused as he ever was before and decided to cease his thinking, it was better for him to not think.
Thinking about Draco now for about ten minutes alone, Harry looked down and noticed a large erection and tried his hardest to ignore it. When everyone else arrived back from dinner, the brunette teenager looked and felt a lot more relieved after he could not ignore his member much longer as he had screamed Draco's name at the top of his lungs five minutes before beginning his homework with his friends.
They were all feeling very close to each other, so close that the other two confessed to Harry that they were dating and the other boy couldn't be happier for them - they were surprised he wasn't angry about it. How could he be, when he knew how wonderful it felt to be with somebody you cared about. 'Don't think of Draco as somebody you care about! It was just horomones! And it's Malfoy, too!' He screamed at himself mentally before laughing along with Hermione and Ron about something mindless he wasn't exactly paying attention to.
As night began to dawn upon them, Harry found himself soon saying his goodnights to Ron as he lie hidden deep within the soft blankets of his bed keeping him warm in the after Christmas weather. It seemed like the minute Harry got to sleep, a tapping could be heard at the window beside his bed which awoken him completely. "Dammit Hedwig, what is it?" He cursed while opening the window to allow his snowy white owl inside, she had a letter attached to her leg. "Where'd you get that?" Harry asked curiously but was nipped on the finger instead and he scowled tiredly at his pet before untying the letter from her leg and sitting back down on the edges of his bed so not to cause too much commotion to awake any of the sleeping boys. Hedwig stood perched on Harry's dresser still, watching with beady eyes as he read the letter he had recieved.
Dear Harry,
Your bloody owl woke me up from my beauty sleep by pecking my damn head till it bleed! I didn't know what she wanted until she gave me a piece of parchment and quill, why did you want me to send you a letter in the middle of the night? It's obscurity! I'm fucking tiiiiirrrred. Can't we just send little love letters in the day? Oh well, guess it's better so nobody can read this over your shoulder and I have a few things to say anyway so I should be THANKING your bird for pecking the crap outta me.
Earlier today, I don't know what that was because I was only going for what my body wanted and my mind wanted something so much more than just that - but then again I forgot completely about my reputation I'm trying to uphold along with everything I spilt to you. If you tell a soul, I'm surely to be killed. I'm trusting you with this - and trust me, trusting you is extremely hard to do considering I'm being forced to fight against you in a war and I've been your rivalry at this school for six ongoing years now. I guess now is the opportune moment to apologize which I do so, embarassed at such ways I acted because I knew deep down inside I was much better than scorning you and your friends, along with almost everybody else I knew. It's just that I was never taught how to love, and only to fight and hide any emotions that weren't negative. Guess you could say it was a bad thing to grow up as, but that is how the Malfoy Family works and all.
All day I've been thinking of you, the only thought that made me fall asleep before I was so rudely awaken was that of you smiling at me, and telling me everything I ever wanted to hear. During dinner I thought of you smothering me, with hugs and kisses because I had been gone for only awhile, like on a days shopping trip and that little flash of a daydream scared me Potter. Well, I should call you Harry. I'm one of those guys that fucks and walks, I've done so to almost every girl in Slytherin along with Ravenclaw and strangely a few Hufflepuff's but never a Gryffindor, and never a boy. I knew I was attracted slightly to boys, but that much I did not know. You just sprang something up in me, and something in you made me stop walking from the casual sex and turned it into something so much more serious. I guess I just had to tell you that, we should meet up sometime...not to 'you know', but to talk.
Sincerely,
Draconis L. Malfoy.
Harry looked up for the letter in his hand, and felt himself developed in such happiness and glee that it is unexplainable in any type of words. Draco sent him a love letter! Not exactly, but it was confessing things sort of related to love! It still made the teenage boy soar, and he was beginning to worry that this wasn't just his horomones...what if it was much more than that? What if what he and Draco were feeling toward each other, what if it was bigger than themselves?
Pulling out some parchment himself he began to scribble words down on it and then looked it over once he was done about ten minutes later, he reread it for a third time aloud.
To Draco,
Sorry about Hedwig, I didn't send her because she did that all on her own and woke me up from my own sleep too. But once again, sorry, it's my owl so I should be sorry. I couldn't stop staring at you all through dinner, and I got butterflies in my stomach like the first time I fell for a girl. I never knew I could possibly have feelings for a boy like this, let only for you since...we're so amazingly different but I felt us connect is so many different ways. It was perfect, you're perfect in my eyes suddenly and I don't want to admit it because I'm scared that it just isn't horomones driving me crazy. What if it's something more? Aren't you scared, Draco? What if it was something deep, emotional? Something we couldn't handle, and they all couldn't except?
I'm sorry too for the way I acted towards you, but you so started it so I forgive you. Heh, you know I'm kidding. I've never felt so close to you though, I feel like I can really be myself and I like it like this - there's never been a time in the entire world where I've ever trusted somebody as much as I do you right now. Also, for once, I'm scared of the War that will come between Voldemort and I because I know it's coming to an end soon for either me or him. I'm scared that during the War, something might happen to you and that seriously terrifies me. What is going on? I had a ridiculous idea of you slipping a love potion to me, and I did a spell on myself and apparantly I am under no influence but that of my own. That also frightens me, please tell me what's going on. I'm not too great with emotions and I can't really talked to anybody else about this, other than you. I feel obliged to talk to you about it, you know? Well, I'd like to meet up with you again sometime soon. I'd like to talk.
HP.
Satisfied with his writing, Harry sent off the letter with Hedwig but also with perfect instructions to not awake Draco if he was asleep and just leave the letter on his bedside table. With that the boy crawled back into bed and fell asleep for the second time that night, this time undisturbed and greatful for that.
The following day was a Saturday so everybody was up and off to Hogwarts, other than Harry whom refused to get out of his bed and missed the carriages and his friends left without him. After getting ready, he stumbled down all the flights of stairs to The Great Hall for some Lunch since it was just a bit past noon hour by now. The room was populated with students from First Year to the Third and Harry sat alone at the Gryffindor Table, nobody coming up to sit with him since the little ones were slightly intimidated by him.
"Looks like were the oldest ones in the school here right now." A familiar drawl sounded and Harry's head snapped up from his emptied plate and dropped his pumpkin juice all over the table, before blushing madly. "You're too pink nowadays, Potter...you have to control yourself." Draco grinned but Harry did the same back instead of feeling offended like he usually would, a connection with them was formed between their eyes as intrigued students looked at the two elders conversing lightly.
Harry finally found words to form in his mouth that actually made sense. "Expelliarmus!" The brunette said loud enough for everybody in the Hall could hear his words, the blonde's wand flew vividly from his own pocket and into the hand of the company before him. "Must make it look like we're fighting, at least." Harry whispered before continuing. "Listen Malfoy, if you could just get your slimy arse out of my sight I wouldn't have to give you a taste of toilet water - you should be drinking out of that like the dog you are!" He was entertaining all the youngings around him. "Maybe you should just run up there and get ready for me, huh?" Harry's eyes were suggesting something completely different from his words as Draco finally caught on and stalked off, trying to look extremely frustrated but he could not even hide the smile which crept its ways to his lips as he made his way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Harry soon followed the exact same tracks.