Hi Guys!
Ok, so I'm done with the move THANK GOD, but I picked up 3 AP classes, Honors Physics, and 6 total core classes this year, since it's senior year and I want to get out as quickly and with as much college credit as I can. I will still work on this story, it just won't be as often as I used to. I'm thinking maybe an update every two weeks for long chapters, maybe once a week for short ones. Thanks so much to all of you guys who kept checking up on the story and e-mailing, and my apologies for not posting sooner. I also apologize in advance for this chapter, as 1) I wrote it very quickly an dit may have some errors…and 2) I cried while I wrote it. It took constant consolation from my #1 Beta and a whole box of Kleenex just to get me through these two short pages, so…enjoy?
Love and tears, K10
Chapter 8: WTH?
When Draco Malfoy awoke, the his first coherent thought was,
"Bloody hell, why has the world gone green?"
Harry was hovering directly above him, his shallow, concerned breath causing Draco's blonde fringe to flutter across his pointed nose. The raven-haired boy's brows were knitted with concern, and his emerald eyes were wide and staring directly into Draco's stormy silver ones. A smile flitted momentarily across the blonde's confused features, and he pushed himself towards the releived Gryffindor.
Then reality hit.
Malfoy dropped backwards onto the bed, which, he noted immediately, felt suspiciously like his own. He scrunched his eyes closed. This was very confusing, and he felt the blackness creeping forward, threatening to drag him backwards over the abyss.
"Potter. What happened?" The blonde sighed, dreading the answer for reasons he could not fathom. "And why the bloody hell are you so close to me?"
A whirl of emotions swept through the brunette's emerald eyes, and it looked as though he was attempting to prevent a sob from escaping him. Draco frowned at him quizzically.
"What, Potter? Why are you looking at me like that? This is a very simple matter. You should tell me what is going on, then I will ask you why the bloody hell you are laying in my bed in Malfoy Manor instead of the both of us being in some God-forsaken country like Snape commanded us to be. Then, lastly, I shall ask you again why the bloody hell you are still so sodding close to me." Draco stated calmly, and with not a little sarcasm.
Harry took a deep breath.
No, don't think about why he is acting this way. Just…go on with what you need to say, then we will fix this… his inner Gryfindor murmured.
"Draco…erm…Malfoy..." Harry began shakily, tugging his hand through his hair in agitation at reverting to surnames, "Well, do you…do you remember reading the paper? After Snape left?"
Draco's eyes narrowed into tiny marble slits.
"Yes, Potter, I do. And directly after that, I seem to recall only blackness. What Happened?" the blonde spat in annoyance.
"Um, do you remember anything that happened before?" Harry questioned meekly, bracing himself for the Slytherin's wrath.
Draco sighed, and tossed his hair back. "Potter. I'm not interested. In fact, I'm so not interested anymore that I think I may just go back to sleep. Why must you be so insufferably boring? How was I ever able to stand you for…however long it took to get here? How long was I alone in your dreary presence anyway? And, for that matter, why am I still? Why, Potter, are you in my house?"
"…I…" Harry begin, his mind numbing at the prospect of actually having to communicate to Draco the happenings of the last few days.
"Never mind. I might fall asleep while you are explaining. I'll just go ask Mum." Draco gave a world-weary sigh, and sat up abruptly, swinging his feet over the bedside and causing Harry to nearly stumble backwards into the fire place.
"Draco…" Harry began, but the blonde had already wrapped himself in a fluffy green robe and strode confidently from the room. Harry gulped, and, knowing nothing else for it, sat down on the bed to await the storm.
"Mum…MUM…MUM!" Draco yelled, his voice rising in tone to a horridly high pitched screech as his calls went unheeded. Being an only child, and a Malfoy, he was not want to be kept waiting. Ever. Even by his mother.
The blonde charged angrily through the mansion, poking his rumpled blond head into every conceivable room -even the ones that appeared only by magic- at least twice. Finally, however, he was forced to admit defeat when he came upon the room where Potter was sitting uncomfortably and in a rather unnerving silence for the third time. And, just like every other time, Potters eyes met his and the Gryffindor stared in that rather odd way of his, almost as if he pitied the Sytherin heir.
Draco sighed and stomped into the room.
"What have you done, Potter? I know this is some sort of mess that you have caused, so let's hear the worst!" The blonde snarled.
Harry sighed. "You may be right about that Draco." And, with that, he thrust a copy of The Daily Prophet into the blonde's clenched hands.
(A/N: sorry. I really am...I'm still crying...I'll fix it...)
