The Art of Letting Go – Harry Potter was getting married to Ginny Weasley. But how come his gaze keeps flickering to the blonde watching him swear his life to another person? And how come it hurts so much when he thinks about the past and what he could have had? HP/DM pairing.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter. If I did though, I'd be gloriously rich and famous and be bathing in lots and lots of money. Mwahahahaha!!!
Chapter I– The First Time We REALLY MET
"Hey Harry! Wait up!"
It was Ron, trying to catch up again after snogging some random girl in the random broom closet that he never seems to get caught in.
Harry stopped and looked back at his best friend for six, almost seven, years. He raised his brow at Ron's rumpled appearance and smirked,
"Who was it this time, mate?"
"Hmm…I'm pretty sure it was a Ravenclaw with brown hair. Marg or Mandy or something," Ron answered while trying to straighten up his clothes. "She was –"
"Nice?" Harry finished for him and sighed, "You should really stop these random snogs, Ron. You know they're not what you want. You're just trying to cover up the fact that you're in love with –"
"In love with who?" and the third part of the Golden Trio appeared beside them, her hair flowing in long brown curls, and her confident stance belying the beautiful woman she was in and out.
Wait a minute.
Long brown curls?
Confident stance?
Beautiful woman?
"Hermione?" her two best friends gawked at her and simultaneously asked,
"What happened to your hair?"
"When did you ever walk so straight?"
"How come you're different?"
"When did you ever become that beautiful?"
The last question was from Ron.
Hermione harrumphed and answered, "It grew out over the summer. It may be due to the fact that I have lesser books to carry around. Everyone changes, Harry. And Ron, it may be because I've always been beautiful yet you never noticed it."
She looked at the shocked faces of her two best friends and suddenly grinned.
"Well, it may also be because of the fact that I've grown tired of seeing Ron snogging every random chick behind every broom closet and I wanted someone to snog on my own. The books actually say the experience is really good."
Their jaws dropped and Ron turned a magnificent shade of angry red. "But-but-you CAN'T!!"
Hermione turned on him and glared, "And may I ask why not, oh dear Ron?"
"Be-because…"
"Exactly my point!"
Harry looked at his two best friends and decided that their argument was going to last for a few more minutes, and he was hungry. It was after all, six in the morning and he was a growing boy.
"Hey guys," he interrupted them, "I'm going down to the Great Hall for breakfast, alright? You two catch up after you're done bickering over each other."
"We're not bickering-"
"Over each other!"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry grinned and walked away.
Draco was up way too early for a Saturday. Well, that's what the boys in the Slytherin dorm thought when they heard him showering and singing at, what? Five in the morning ??
"Hey, Drake! Keep it down! We're trying to sleep here!" Blaise threw a pillow at the closed doors of the showers and put another one over his head.
"Not my fault you guys aren't morning people," Draco muttered as he rubbed a towel through his hair and put on some clothes.
He stepped out of the showers and saw his dorm mates sleeping once again. He smirked and grabbed his new camera and clicked a picture of them sleeping, especially Blaise who had his thumb on his mouth.
He then proceeded to grin and thought, Blackmail, as he went out of the dorms and into the lake.
He was sure the sunrise was going to be a perfect sight to catch on cam.
Harry drifted away from his friends and detoured outside the castle and towards the lake. He always had this urge to see the sunrise at Hogwarts but never quite saw it while he was in the lake. He was always by the Quidditch pitch or by his dorm whenever he got that urge.
Now was his chance to finally see something that he knew was truly spectacular.
And he did.
But it wasn't the sunrise at all.
Draco waited for about an hour on the rock by the lake for the sun to rise. He was getting a little impatient and hungry, but the time suddenly came.
The sun rose slowly up mountains and its light reflected on the lake, casting an ethereal glow to whatever it touched.
Draco raised his camera and took a picture.
He loved photography – it was the only thing he really loved to do. He loved it because he loved taking memories of beautiful things…memories that he could capture in a single moment the way only a muggle camera could.
He looked at the sunrise again and sighed.
Then, his lips slowly formed a smile.
Malfoy's smile was pure beauty.
Harry could feel his heart pound and his knees start to grow weak.
What the?
He had no idea what was happening to him, but he knew it was the effect of that smile. And suddenly, all he wanted in the world was for that smile to be directed at him.
That wonderful, breathtaking smile that came from Draco Malfoy.
A Slytherin.
His rival.
Someone he could love.
A/N: Weee!! Anyway, haha…thanks to my reviewers!!Ü Actually, I thought of giving up on this BUT because of you, I continued. Thanks a lot!!Ü