So, this is one of the longest stories I have written…
YAY FOR ME!
Sorry this took so long, by the way. I was having major author's block and everything I thought of doing seemed to stupid to me… well hopefully the extra waiting did it some good.
Ahem…anyways…Thank you for sticking with me, it has been great.
Well, let's turn to our emotionally troubled teen…
Harry stared at the porridge in front of him. He couldn't remember how he had gotten to the Great Hall, but then again, he didn't remember how he returned back to his room after…
"Harry? Harry?" a voice drifted through the haze of his mind.
"Give up, Hermoine, he's been like that since he got back from detention." Another voice drifted in.
"Ron, he's been staring at his breakfast for ten minutes. He hasn't even touched it yet! He needs to eat."
A hand was waving in front of his face, yanking Harry back into the world of the living.
Harry jerked his head and looked at his two best friends. "Huh?" His mind was trying to work, but there seemed to be something blocking it from its' normal function.
"Harry, what happened?" Hermoine asked her eyes filled with worry. Harry stared at her drunkenly, wondering what on earth she was talking about.
"Yeah, mate. You've been like this since yesterday. Did something happen in detention with Professor Lockhart?"
"Detention?" Harry repeated slowly. "Professor Lockhart?" Harry focused. What happened with Professor Lockharrt…
It came back in a rush, all the talking, and all of the…action. Harry felt his lung capacity shrink at the thought of those soft lips moving in an archaic dance with his. The feeling of those strong arms wrapping around him holding him possesively yet shielding him from harm. The way those eyes seemed to laugh at him, insult him, captivate him. And the way that Draco had talked, so calmly, so powerful. Harry felt like his will was taken, with just a few words, and molded into something he didn't recognize.
Then, he facedesked hard. Like really hard. Like those times that gives you headaches and makes everyone in the viscinity look at you weird. The entire table jumped at the impact, and even a cup of orange juice spilled.
Ron's eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the extreme impact and odd reaction.
"Harry! What's wrong!" Hermoine all but yelled.
Harry mumbled incoherently into the table.
Ron and Hermoine leaned forward. "I'm sorry I didn't catch that."
Harry raised his head just enough to get the blasted words out. "He kissed me." Then Harry thumped his head against the table again, although softer this time.
Hermoine and Ron froze in shock. They stared at the boy next to them. Ron started slowly shaking his head, trying to fight off the fact that his friend had been sexually molested.
"I'm sorry, what?" Hermoine asked again, trying to understand what had just happened.
"He kissed me," Harry moaned into the table. "And then," Harry paused a blush stained his cheeks, turning them Gryffindor colors. "And then, I-I kissed him back." He confessed to the table.
Ron barely stopped himself from puking. Hermoine wasn't looking very good herself.
"Bloody Hell," Ron whispered.
"Harry, you need to report this!" Hermoine said after a short silence where she was able to get passed her shattered opinion of the Professor. "Teacher's can't go around just… snogging students left and right!"
Harry froze in the middle of his self-pity(and exhaltation). "Teacher's?" He asked confused.
"Well, yeah Harry. Lockhart is a teacher…" Ron muttered angrily, planning attemptive murder of a certain "gorgeous smile of the year" winner.
"Oh, no,no,no, you have it all wrong!" Harry exclaimed, feeling a little relieved for some odd reason. "Lockhart didn't kiss me!"
"OH!" the other two said in unison, also looking relieved at the situation.
That's when Hermoine realized the catch. "But Harry, if he didn't kiss you, who did?"
Harry reddened again. He quickly grabbed a glass of water, and murmured into it, making the name illegible.
"Who?" The syncronicity of the other two was a little terrifying.
Harry blushed a brighter shade before putting the glass down, looking like a man facing the gallows.
"Draco Malfoy."
Ron spit out his milk all over the table. Hermoine sat there her face turning bright red. And Luna took this great moment to walk over.
"What about Draco Malfoy?" She asked her soft voice curious.
Harry turned shocked at the Ravenclaw. If he hadn't already been as bright red as possible, there was a very good chance that he would have blushed harder from the embarrassment of having to explain again.
However, Hermioine saved the day…sort of. "It was the thing I was talking to you before. It seems it actually happened!" She sounded sort of excited.
"What!" Harry asked feeling the embarrassment turn to outrage as he read between the lines of the conversation. Hermoine had been paying attention to Harry's relationship and had been making predictions about them becoming…closer. Not only that, but she had told the other girls in her group about what she was thinking. Murderous thoughts started to circle inside Harry's head.
"Oh," Luna said wisely, ignoring Harry's outburst. "So how far?"
"Eh… only first base." Hermoine replied dismissively.
Luna pursed her lips looking let down. "And here I thought Draco would go farther than that…" Her voice trailed off in thought as Harry stared at the two yaoi fangirls in shock and fear.
"How much did you put on him taking him by Friday?" Hermoine asked evenly.
"You are BETTING on me?" Harry asked his shock turning into alarm at what they were talking about.
"Oh, only a few sickles. However, Lavender is all in for next Monday." Luna replied. "It's a shame that you'll win this time."
Harry turned to look at Ron, who had been silent through this transaction, hoping that maybe his friend could help him out. However the look in his eyes showed that he was in a far off place, where even his mother wouldn't be able to reach him.
He was about to see if he could defend his honor when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. Looking up with a sort of dread, that you only receive when you have been stalked for five days, Harry was surprised be the face of Cho Chang.
"Harry… could I possibly talk to you for a moment?" The asian woman said, her eyes looking anxious and her full lips pulling into a pout.
Harry quickly agreed, knowing it wasn't nice to say no, or to make her wait. He gathered his stuff and left the two arguing females at his table, who stopped when they noticed him leaving.
The brunette and blonde watched in obvious interest in his retreat, before quickly turning to see Draco glaring at Harry's partner. They both squealed.
Finally. This has been the hardest chapter for me to write. I guess once you hit the part you are building up to, you just don't know what to do next :P I am sorry this is short, but I just needed to get another chapter posted somehow...
I hoped you like this… R&R
