Hooray! This is chapter 3 of Love Sick! I want to thank the reviewers that read the last chapter…xxxemoshortyxxx, animehphantom, LyricalPhoenix18, miss quirky bookworm…you guys are the best! –Shelby-
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or any names mentioned.
"What do you have planned for this weekend?" Ron asked before shoveling down more sausage and gravy.
"I dunno, perhaps go to Hogsmeade…or we'll probably go raid Filch's office. That man has a treasure trove of stolen goodies," Fred muttered while eating eggs and reading The Daily Prophet.
"I think I'm going to stay here and get ahead in some of my classes," Hermione replied. Ron rolled his eyes at her answer and looked at Harry who sat quietly at his place and scribbled on a small scrap of parchment with a ballpoint pen.
"Hey, where'd you get that pen, Harry?" Ron questioned. Harry lifted his head and greeted him with a look that represented an emotion Ron had only felt once…love. So, Harry was writing love notes, was he? Who was the lucky girl?
"Uh, I had it in my pocket when I came on the train. I only found it in my trunk just before. It's easier than carrying around an inkwell and quill, don't you think?" Harry examined the pen for a moment and continued to scribble away at the parchment.
"So…who are you writing love notes to?" Ron scooted closer to Harry and whispered, trying to peek at what Harry was writing. Harry instinctively covered the paper with his arm and looked up at Ron, trying his best to wipe the love-sick puppy eyes from his face.
"How did you know?" Harry murmured quietly. Hermione and Fred were oblivious, or so it seemed, to Harry's question. Ron smiled and squeezed Harry's shoulder.
"It's okay, Harry. I know what it feels like to be blinded to love…after all, just look at her." Ron subtly nodded to Hermione. Of course, Harry knew of Ron's practical obsession with Hermione. It had started ever since they'd met but had really picked up heat at the Yule Ball. Harry remembered how amazing she'd looked…Harry didn't doubt he wore the same expression he'd seen on Ron's face as he wrote a responding note to the one Draco had slipped to him during Defense Against the Dark Arts class that morning.
"Yeah, you really picked a good one, buddy." Harry smiled and returned to his note.
"So, who's the lucky girl?" Ron poked Harry in the arm and grinned widely. Harry's eyes widened slightly. Should he lie to Ron?
"Um, Ron, I'm not sure I want to tell you yet," Harry stammered. "I don't think I'm ready to make this a public announcement yet." Ron only nodded and winked.
"That's alright, mate, I understand. When should I tell her…Hermione, I mean?" Ron blushed a little, making his hair seem even redder than it already was.
"I don't know, Ron. I would tell her when you're completely alone; so nobody can spoil the moment for you. Draw her into your arms and tell her all your deepest thoughts, hopes, dreams. If she's the one for you, she'll respond by repeating her thoughts, hopes, dreams…sealing her passion for you with a deep kiss…" Harry remembered he and Draco's fiery embrace in the corridors outside the Gryffindor Common Room. He shivered deliciously at the memory and quickly finished the note while Ron was looking at Hermione; signing his name and placing a little heart by the 'r' in 'Potter', kissing the signature softly. He folded it into a paper crane and it flew off to find Draco.
"Do you really think she'd react like that?" Ron turned back and watched the note fly out of the Hall. Harry turned back and nodded.
"I think she will. I know she doesn't exactly express her emotions very often but I think there's a romantic beneath that cute bookworm exterior. My fancy is the same way, it was hard to get past the informalities, but once I did, nothing could get my thoughts away from him." Harry sighed and then realized what he'd said. It did not fly past Ron, who's expression was a mix of shock and disgust.
"Him..? Harry, you're not…you're not a fag, are you?" Ron's voice trembled and he backed up a pace or two.
"Ron, don't worry, I've never been sexually attracted to you," Harry explained quickly. "I've always thought of you as my best mate and my brother." Ron didn't seem to take the bait, however.
"So, who's your boyfriend, then?" Harry didn't like how Ron spat out the words with contempt.
"It's going to be a bigger shock than finding out I'm a homosexual," Harry muttered quietly.
"Oh, yeah, can it be any bigger than that? How long has this been going on?" Ron was becoming hysterical.
"It's quite recent, actually. I've only been seeing him for about the past two weeks. I don't show any interest in any other male but him…you're safe. Please, don't act like I have a disease, Ron, I'm the same guy I was before." Harry extended a hand and waited for Ron to take it. Ron hesitantly thought about taking Harry's hand for a moment but clasped it firmly with a wide smile.
"Okay, I believe you. You've never lied to me yet, so I believe you. Who's the lucky bloke, then?" Ron felt so uncomfortable saying that.
"It's…um…it's…Draco Malfoy." Harry balled up and waited for the onslaught of curses that were going to be flung at him. Yet they didn't come. Harry peeked out and saw Ron just staring at him slack-jawed. Harry waved his hand in front of Ron's eyes and waited for a response.
A small paper crane flew silently into the Slytherin Common Room. It fluttered amongst the silver and green clad students until it floated up into the boys' dormitory and found the pale blond boy. Draco sat up on his bed and caught the crane as it zoomed towards his bed. The paper stilled and Draco opened it carefully. He unfolded the paper and read the words penned.
Draco,
I'm thinking about telling Ron. I know you don't get along because of your family history. Quite frankly, it's really putting a damper on this relationship, love. If you could just try to get along with my mates I could try to get along with yours. I know it might be asking too much, considering how new this relationship is, but it would make me so happy to see you try.
If you want to see me, come by the boy's lavatory on the second floor tonight at eight o'clock…I might have a special surprise for you.
Love you forever, my pet…Harry Potter 3
Draco clutched the letter against his chest and sighed deeply. What could Harry possibly have in store for him?
HMMMM…CLIFFHANGER!!! (I'm known for these things lol) R&R!