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Title: Mute the sound a broken heart makes.
Second Chapter: pathetic words
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It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon when Harry sat on the stairs to the owl tower, Hedwig by his side. He loved sitting here with Hedwig, because she understood him, whatever problem he had. Maybe Hermione and Ron would have understood too, but they'd argue. Things like "Are you really sure this is what you're feeling?" or "It won't last. And you know that.".
Hedwig just sat on his knee, watching him interested, listening to him and his weird problems. She didn't say anything, maybe turned her head a bit, but didn't reveal her opinion.
Sometimes, Harry didn't even have to speak to her; they just sat there, enjoying the silence and the beautiful view on the exposed nature.
But this Sunday afternoon, something happened. Something, that would make Harry come to talk to Hedwig even more often. So, he sat on the stairs and adored the view, when he heard footsteps near him. He didn't really care who it was, no one would disturb him here, because normally no one wanted to stay here (since it was pretty cold). But when the footsteps stopped and Harry looked up, he saw Draco's shocked face.
What should I do?
Harry didn't know what to do, but it looked like Draco didn't know either. They just looked at each other, not moving and it was Harry to be the first one to speak.
"What do you want?"
He didn't know why he asked this question. It was so obvious that Draco wanted to send a letter per owl but he didn't know what else to say. It took Draco a while for actually looking away (He looked at the stairs instead). "Nothing." No mean words. No mean gesture. Nothing. He didn't even look at Harry. He simply took a few steps upwards and got into the owl tower. Harry sat there, not making any movement. He felt utterly cold, nervous… weird. It felt weird when he met Draco without friends on one side, be it Hermione and Ron or Crabbe and Goyle. Harry wondered, what Draco wrote in his letter, to whom it was, and he actually felt a bit jealous that he couldn't get letters from him. That was childish. But it was true.
When Draco came back, Harry still sat on the stairs. He walked by, but turned suddenly on his heels, saying "Potter—". Harry looked at him and he looked at Harry. What Harry saw in Draco's eyes was nothing harsh, dark. He was confused, and that made Harry confused.
"You know –"he started, but stopped as Hedwig suddenly began to swing her wings and flew away, like she wanted to leave both of them alone on the stairs. Alone to talk, no witnesses. But Draco looked down on Harry's feet and mumbled "Forget it.", turning on his heels and walking downstairs, leaving Harry alone again. And confused.
Change time.
Harry felt pathetic, sitting on the stairs with Hedwig. Not because he talked to an animal, no, but he actually hoped Draco would come back one more time, like he did yesterday. But he didn't come, at least not in the last two and a half hours. It was pathetic and hopeless.
"Oh Hedwig, why can't you give me some advice sometimes…?" he mumbled into her white feathers as he hugged her. Maybe it was about time to talk to someone about it, he couldn't always keep quite about his thoughts. Maybe he should talk to Draco and tell him some things (of course not that he fell in love with him, but that he didn't want to be enemy with him anymore.).
But there was no way that Harry actually got the courage for doing this kind of thing.
Change time.(Change space.) Change view.
He wanted to tell him the Truth. He was inches away of telling Harry Potter that he, Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, fell in love with the boy-who-lives. Actually, Draco regretted that he didn't tell him, but on the other hand, it would have been his death. But Draco swore he'd tell Harry before he'd leave Hogwarts. He chose death over not telling Harry the truth.
Harry had looked so confused when he left him, exactly the way Draco felt. This must have been a sign.
Next time I meet him, I'll tell him the truth.
The next week was going to be very hard. Even God couldn't fix this anymore.
Change time.
Draco felt pathetic. He tried not to meet Harry as much as possible, especially not when Harry was alone, because of the promise he made with himself. He was such a coward. Harry made him act like a coward. Love made him act like a coward.
It happened in Hogsmeade. He, Crabbe and Goyle were sitting in the The Three Broomsticks, drinking Butter beer and not really thinking about anything (well, at least as far as Crabbe and Goyle are concerned…). Draco felt warm and protected, a bit tipsy maybe but nothing serious. After 2 glasses of Butter beer, Draco decided to go to the toilet. After he did what had to be done, he wanted to go back to the table where his friends waited, but bumped into a smaller, brown-haired boy. He nearly sneered something like "Fuck it, watch where you're going!" but was too shocked as he looked directly into Harry Potters face, which was as shocked as his own. He was about to say something, but Harry was faster and grabbed his arm, pulling Draco after him. "What the –"
They stopped in a separated room, and as Harry turned around he looked both furious and … worried?
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Malfoy?"
Draco thought Harry was joking. What the fuck was wrong with him? Draco wanted to tell, but didn't have the words yet.
"Nothing."
"Don't give me this nothing-shit." Harry sighed, still looking angry. "No insults, no mean gestures, you don't even sneer anymore when you see me! I mean, not that I complain but…"
There it was, Harry's gaze in the right corner. He was shy. Draco couldn't believe it! "I simply don't feel like it!", he tried to act angry, but obviously failed. "And you're the same, so don't ask me questions you don't want to answer!"
Harry looked at him, kind of surprised. Did he really think Draco didn't notice it yet?
"I want to answer, Malfoy." He looked like he was preparing something. Something deep. He was staring at Draco so confident, totally ÜBERZEUGT.
"I'm in love with you."
And Draco wanted to be the one to say the truth.
Note:
NO, THIS IS NOT THE END. Actually, this feels like some kind of second beginning or something. I mean, I can't stop now, can I?
NO KISS YET? I can't leave it like this.
Hope you liked it anyway! Comments make me happy! Make me happy! Make me happy! Don't be shy!
