The Bathroom of Memories

A/N: Hey it's me again with another chapter! Only two more to write after this, and guess who comes in this chapter? That's right! Well please REVIEW it'll make me smile! Cheers!

Chapter Ten:

Cicci B.

"I'm sick of it!" Draco screamed, he had been randomly throwing his clothes out of the closet onto the floor one Saturday afternoon when most people were enjoying the slowly thawing weather of winter-time at the village of Hogsmeade. "So bloody goddamn sick! Just can't stand it anymore, either keep it completely secret or let it all out in the open! Fuck I just fucking hate it so much right now!" His screams seized for a moment as he let himself slide down on the wall, his boyfriend walked in on the wrong moment as he closed the door now slowly behind him and walked over as cautioned as possible.

They were silent as Harry now stood in front of his muttering angered boyfriend who was sitting on the floor with knees drawn close up to his chest as he hugged them like a little child. "Baby...it's alright." Harry cooed as he slowly brought himself to his knees to grab the others hand it kiss it gently, Draco half-heartedly smiled.

After a minute Draco shrugged off the other one to stand up and move toward the bed, leaning on one of its posts. Harry followed slowly after. "It's not alright, we can't hold it in any longer! I want to scream it to the world that I Love Harry Potter! Why can't I just do that Harry, why?" The blonde's anger resided now into something more, his depression slowly crept up as his face fell to be covered by his shaking hands as Harry snuggled in beside him, holding him.

"Do you trust me?" Harry suddenly asked with a smiled blunt on his face, eyes twinkling with what seemed delight. Draco nodded. "Do you honestly, truly want everybody to know the truth?" The violent nodding followed once more. "Well lets tell them the truth then!"

The air smelt like thick incense, not to mention that the office in the Daily Prophet Headquarters was filled with numerous candles, incense, and the wallpaper was hard to see through all the smoke. There Harry and Draco sat hand-in-hand on a large comfortable leather red coach waiting for the new reporter for The Daily Prophet to come in and speak with the about their current situation. It was a pretty good idea, at least that's what Draco admitted. Everything seemed to be made of a dark oak in the room, there were a few miniature statues on the side-wall shelves that were stone but other than that and the carpet, everything was wood. Oh, and the seats as well. "Well this isn't awkward." Harry sighed as he tapped his free hand along his kneecap. "What's her name again?" He asked not wanting to get it wrong, talking with reporters had always made him nervous ever since Rite Skeeter, thank God she was sacked.

"Cicci B I'm pretty sure, she's not an old hag like Skeeter though I can assure you that much." Draco shook his head in memory of the woman, being held captive in Azkaban for a life-sentence on being an illegal Animagus, nobody liked her anyway. "Pretty sure she's eighteen."

"Not a day over twenty." An unfamiliar voice sounded as the oak door to the room opened and then closed after her, Cicci B strolled in rather upbeatly and with a notepad and pen in her hands. "Hey Draco, Harry I'm Cicci." She walked over towards them and they stood up letting go of each other for a few seconds to shake her hand and nod their heads in greeting. "Sorry for being late, I was just discussing publishing this article tomorrow with the editor, so the cat can get out of the bag and all." Cicci seemed sweet so far, and as if she loved to talk. The first thing both of them noticed was that she looked stunningly like Harry; the bright emerald eyes, black hair (hers was tamed and went down past her shoulders a tad with bangs to her chin), and just her overall apperance. She was only 5"5 and so Harry had height on her.

It was silent for a moment, the awkward level rose. "Lets get down to it, shall we?" Cicci excitedly sat down in the matching chair across from the couple and crossed her legs, her pen in hand already scribbling stuff down. She spotted the look on Harry's horrified face. "Don't worry, no lies for me you can proof read it yourself." She laughed lightly with a wink of her eye before continuing on with writing. "So this isn't really going to be a normal interview, just tell and I'll write without interuppting at all. This is your story afterall you two lovebirds!" Cicci smirked broadly as she stared up at them, waiting for one to speak.

"It all started with me..." Draco's voice was ever so soft, and he had decided two minutes before Cicci walked in exactly what he would say and how it would be done. "Harry and I first met in Madame Rosemerta's Robe Shop down in Diagon Alley right before First Year started, I was abnoxious as usual and the boy hated me from start. I should have acted more friendly, but growing up as the Malfoy I was it was kind of hard to play nice with the other children. It was the Slytherin Malfoy Prince in me." His laugh was awkward. "Since then the two of us have started a rivalry sort of thing, neither one really knowing why we kept it going for six years for that is just a ridiculous rivarly do you not think so? Well anyway, for six years it was the same old teasing, taunting, scowling, stares, fights, it was ongoing." He paused and indicated for Cicci to cut in as she looked so eager to do so.

"Sorry for asking but what made you hate Harry? And Harry, what made you hate Draco?" Cicci asked politely awaiting her answer, the two boys looked into the others eyes to answer the question.

"He was 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' my Father is a convited Death Eater, I was made to hate him. Plus he was better at me in everything." Draco humphed and turned over to Harry who was trying his best not to burst out laughing at his boyfriend's cute pouty look.

Harry cleared his throat, it was time for him to speak now. "Abnoxious, first person other than Rubeus Hagrid I had ever met in the Wizardry World, and not to mention more gorgeous than I. At the time I didn't think so though, I just felt he was a lot like my cousin Dudley which we aren't even going to speak about." He added very strictly as Cicci's mouth opened as she remembered she was not to bud in at all. "The entire story is quite a bore up until a few months back just at the very beginning of November. You see since the start of Sixth Year Draco had been acting sneaky, I being the prude I was with no life decided to basically stalk him to see what the hell was up! Then this one day he walked into a bathroom nobody ever enters on the Second Floor, it was dubbed 'Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom' ages ago. That's beside the point though; I went in after Draco and he was standing there, confessing all of his secrets to a ghost and crying. We automatically began throwing curses at each other and I was about to perform one severe one but he knew what it was, and finished it for me and fainted. It was the look in his eyes which made me stall and not be able to finish him off since I knew I was able to easily, the way he just stood there and stared at me while finishing it...it was enough to stop a million soldiers." Harry sighed on a more depressing tone. "I tried to wake him up, but I couldn't. Moaning Myrtle suggested the whole 'Sleeping Beauty' trick...oh its a Muggle fairytale storry. Anyway the trick is to kiss him and he would wake-up, that's how its said anyway. So I had no choice but to kiss him because his breathing was slowing down and I was worried. It didn't matter that he was my school rivalry for six straight years, he was still a human being, a sixteen year old boy like me under the pressures of an upcoming war and he did not deserve whatever might have happened to him in that bathroom if I left. So he did wake-up, to my amazement. Lets just say that the kiss didn't end there. Draco and I talked for about an hour, kind of sorting things out...sorry I can't really mention this its too personnel towards him but he confessed secrets about his family, his life. I just listened and gave him a shoulder to cry on. Our enemy relationship was broken whereas a new relationship was born, a friendship. That was also soon broken." Harry blushed heavily as Cicci gave him a questioning look.

"Ms Cicci we were immediately in love with each other, two little doves floating away into the sunset if that makes sense to you. We really don't need to go into details, it would soon get inappropriate." Now Cicci and Draco laughed together, Harry sat awkwardly staring at the ground not very comfortable telling an almost stranger this and knowing that the whole world would read it tomorrow in the newspaper. "Anyway, for there on in we secretly wrote each other love letters and met in the middle of the night just to talk and whatever else might come to mind that we teenage boys alone at night could do." Once again, Draco laughed. "Harry's best friends Hermione and Ron found out about our 'relationship' which we did not know what it was yet. Dating, friends with benefits, lovers, we did not know. Until when his friends found out. Harry confessed he was in love with me, and I realized that when he came running to me that night that I was also in blissful love with him. He moved into my dormitory because Ron Weasley had kicked him out of the Gryffindor Tower, we were living together and we couldn't be happier other than the fact that Weasel refused to talk to him." Draco's voice got deeper, and slower for some reason. It sounded boiled over with anger just thinking about Ron, Cicci just kept nodding and scratching her pen across the piece of parchments on her lap as quickly as humanly possible. "The rest is a given, there's no more to tell."

Harry was so happy Draco did most of the talking the entire time, he would have definately did something stupid out of his nerves but the blonde seemed so relaxed and comfortable with Cicci. The two proof-read what she wrote and then talked for a moment with the reporter before leaving her. "Keep in touch you two lovebirds! We could have tea some time, urgh...nevermind I hate tea!" Cicci giggled as she excused her clients now and closed the door behind her inhaling deeply at the wonderful press day she was going to have with this one tomorrow. The picture she had taken of them on the couch was the most adorable thing she had ever seen though, Draco was looking at Harry and Harry was staring at their hands which were intertwined with one and others. It was too cute.

Breakfast was the most difficult thing the couple had to endure, but they proudly walked into the Great Hall holding hands tightly and strode over to the Gryffindor Table. Nobody had recieved their copies of the Daily Prophet yet and everybody was too scared to confront them because the rumours were true (Well some of them at least). Dean and Seamus were the first to speak to the two of them since Hermione and Ron said nothing at all, Harry informed them of what they had done yesterday with there meeting with Cicci B. and all. "So its true!" Dean seemed scared and a bit upset. "Mate..." His dropped off sentence made Harry gulp as Draco's grip on his hand tightened under the table as they ate breakfast through the stares and whispers.

"That's wonderful, congratulations you two!" Seamus finished for him, slapping Harry on the back and then turning to Draco and giving him an odd look. "You lucky bastard, take care of our Harry will you?" The two said no more and left the astonished couple to eat, well 'sit-and-stare-with-dropped-jaws' in peace.

"Those two, fucking kickass." Draco mumbled to Harry before sending a grand smile to Seamus and Dean and then picked up his pumpkin juice and toasted it in the air to them, they toasted back. "Who would have guessed that they accepted us so dearly? Oh...morning post, get ready for it." He was being truthful, as the owls swooped in now from overhead. It was time.

It took everybody approximately ten minutes, then the uproar start. Half of the school rushed over to the couple who was sitting nervously which one and other, congratulating them and apologizing for the way they acted or what they said. It was unexpected the number of people that actually thought it was okay that the two were dating, or in love as it said in the article Cicci wrote. "What about the other half?" Harry mumbled as the last congratulator left them to be for the last few minutes of breakfast, the brunette reached over and grabbed Hermione's subscription of The Daily Prophet to read over quickly making sure nothing was out of place. It wasn't, and he decided to keep that copy of the Prophet with Hermione's permission which was given easily.

"The other half, can go sod themselves." Draco cursed them realizing that the 'other half' or the people who just sat and did not accept them were all Slytherin and almost all of Ravenclaw as well, sometimes people thought the two Houses were in alliance with each other but Gryffindor stood alone because nobody...and I mean nobody...would ally themselves with Hufflepuff. It was all beside the point though, now the secret was out in the public and Harry and Draco could finally be what they wanted to be! And that's what made them smile as they made it toward their first lesson of the day, happier than ever ignoring the rude stares and random comments from the non-supporters. They were happy.

A/N: I could also end the story like that, could I not? But I won't. Two more chapters, they will definately be finished writing within the next week. Well probably by this Saturday (Its Wednesday right now) and I want to be completely finished with this story by Monday beacuse I don't want to have to drag it on through school. Then the last two chapters would never be finished. Well please READ AND REVIEW! And I hope you all liked my character Cicci B.! Doesn't she just rock-out-loud! Lolz!

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