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Chapter 10: The Talking Journals

I sat back into the couch while Harry slept. The morning had turned out a lot stranger than I had thought it would. I didn't expect to kiss Harry today nor find out that we had the same feelings for each other. I also didn't expect him to throw up after kissing me. That was probably the strangest part of the day.

I glanced down at the soundly sleeping man and smiled. I hadn't felt so awkward and nervous in my life then I did with him. I couldn't fight the feeling that passed over me when I took his hand in my own. It felt absolutely perfect. The tingle that went up my arm at the touch was just amazing. I sighed and laid my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. I let the movie and Harry's even breathing lull me into relaxation and finally sleep.

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I woke several hours later to see the blue screen on the tele and to feel the weight of Harry's head against my leg still. He was still soundly asleep and I smiled down at him. I glanced up at the clock and noted that it was nearly five in the afternoon. We had been asleep for a few hours which surprised me. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and glanced around Harry's flat. I debated about putting in another movie when I saw a familiar owl sitting on the window ledge. I opened the window from my seat and the owl flew in perching on the arm rest of the couch. It was my secretary's owl which could only mean one thing; I was going into work today.

Sure enough as I unrolled the parchment and read the note, I felt completely tense and angry instead of relaxed. This was my day off and I was spending it with Harry and I didn't want to go into the office. Who knew how long I'd be there and who knew when the next time it'd be that I'd get a chance to spend this time with Harry once again. I sighed and maneuvered myself carefully from underneath Harry's head. I knew he hadn't slept well and I didn't want to wake him up, plus he looked so beautiful and content and I just couldn't ruin that.

I went into his room and quickly changed back into my clothes. When I walked back out I quickly penned a note to him explaining why I wasn't there when he woke up. I wanted to make sure he saw it so he wouldn't freak out so I placed it in his hand with a sticking charm. I bent down and kissed his forehead, inhaling his scent. It was the most wonderful smell I'd ever encountered. I really didn't want to leave. I sighed and pulled away before I could get wrapped up in just lying down next to him and pulling him close. I made sure that the note was securely stuck to his hand before I left.

I walked out of his flat and to the elevator feeling even angrier now that I had left. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay there, but again I knew I couldn't and sitting here bitching about it in my head wasn't going to help matters except make me angrier. I stepped out into the cool evening air. It felt extra cool for summer and I wondered if I had missed a few months because it sure felt like fall.

I quickly apparated into work as soon as I was outside the wards around the apartment complex. As soon as I stepped into the office my secretary was at my side looking extremely apologetic.

"Mr. Malfoy, I know that today is your day off and I'm sure you were spending it in a wonderful way, but I had to get you here," she explained nervously.

"What's the problem, Marie?" I asked. I didn't hide the anger in my tone even though I knew it wasn't her fault that I was pulled away from Harry.

"We received word that a large Muggle born orphanage was abusing their power with the kids. Aurors have pulled them out, but now we have several kids who have no place to go," Marie explained.

I sighed. These problems didn't happen often, but when they did, it was the worst time for us. We had to scramble to find places for them. I knew three of our respected orphanages had room since we had adopted out several children, but I wasn't sure that there would be enough room.

"Have you talked to our three main orphanages?" I asked.

"Of course and they've agreed to take in a lot of them, but Mr. Malfoy, there were thirty children in that orphanage and we were only able to place 15 of them. We've got to figure out where to place the other 15. That's why I called you here," Marie explained again.

I walked down to my office as I thought of my mental list of foster families that we had that we could place the kids through. Sometimes I found myself wondering why I did what I did, but then when I saw Muggle born witches and wizards placed in loving Wizarding families, I was reminded why I did this.

I rounded my desk and sat heavily in my chair pulling the case file towards myself. I scanned the list of names and figured out how I could place all the kids, but it would take hours to get them all settled.

"Alright, Marie, you take this half and start fire calling these families letting them know that we have some more children for them to take in. I will deal with this half," I ordered.

She nodded quickly and took her list, leaving the room. I started flooing each person on my list and had only made it a quarter of the way through when there was a knock on my door. I turned and saw Harry standing in the doorway. He was wearing the same jumper as before only he had spelled it unwrinkled and he was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans that fit him perfectly.

"Thought you could use some help," Harry offered. He gave me a lopsided grin that sent my heart soaring and a smile bursting on my face.

"Thank you so much. I'm sorry I had to leave," I told him. I stood and walked over to him and he continued to smile up at me. He waved my apology off and reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek.

"I understand. No worries. I should be apologizing for falling asleep on you. I don't blame you for leaving," Harry half joked. I raised an eyebrow at him and pulled him into a hug, kissing his forehead.

"Believe me, I definitely did not want to leave whether you were sleeping or not. I think it took me a good half hour before I could make myself leave," I pointed out. He blushed and looked up at me with wide, green eyes. Merlin, I love this man! Wait, what? Bit strong, definitely a bit strong. Then I looked into the depths of those green eyes and I knew I was definitely falling in love with the insecure and beautiful and charming Gryffindor.

"Well, good, I'm glad it was hard for you to leave," he said as he winked and walked past me. I inwardly groaned at the way he was acting. It was like the most awkward and fascinating foreplay ever. "What can I do to help?"

I shook myself out of my musings of foreplay with Harry. He was definitely not ready for that and I was definitely not going to push it. "Um, help me finish calling these people and then help me get the kids to where they need to be, if that's okay?"

He grinned and nodded. He picked up the paper of my list of names and scanned them. "A lot of these people come into the bookstore. They are all wonderful people. Do you have another floo I can use?" Harry asked.

I smiled gratefully at him. "Yes, you can use the one right through this door," I said gesturing to the small conference room that attached to my office. Harry nodded and ripped off part of the list and went into the conference room. About twenty minutes later he returned with a triumphant smile. I was sitting back in my chair glaring down at the fireplace.

"Is there a problem?" Harry asked in concern as he stood behind my desk. I turned and looked up at him in surprise.

"You're already done?" I asked.

"Of course. I just told them that you had some kids that needed to be placed tonight and if we could bring them by. They agreed rather quickly and happily I might add," Harry told me with a grin.

"You are amazing, you know that," I complimented. He blushed and smiled shyly at me before shrugging.

"Well, I think it may have helped slightly that it was me. I bet they're used to seeing you all the time," Harry commented.

"Oh, probably, but whatever, at least they're being placed into good homes for now. Let's go get them. I'm sure Marie is done by now as well," I added. He nodded and smiled at me again as we walked out of my office. Our hands brushed as we walked side by side and without thinking I reached over and grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye and I blushed. I couldn't believe how ridiculously awkward we were with each other like this, but it was so wonderful at the same time.

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Harry and I had finally returned back to our flats well after midnight. We were both exhausted and ready to just crash. I hesitated at his floor when the doors opened and chose to follow him, to walk him to his door. He turned to look at me in surprise, but he also looked flattered.

"Are you walking me to my door, Draco?" he asked in a girly, sweet voice as he batted his eye lashes. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, but I couldn't help, but laugh.

"Why, of course, Harriett, I couldn't imagine just letting a helpless girl walk to her door all alone," I replied in a deeper voice than usual. Harry glared at me and I started to laugh. He punched me in the shoulder, but immediately rubbed it better.

"I will not be the girl of this relationship, thank you very much," he responded. He froze and looked up at me in embarrassment. "I mean, that's not to say, that you know, we're, um, in a-" he stuttered. I placed a finger against his lips and shook my head giving him a warm smile.

"Shh, let's not think about that yet. Let's just see where things go from here. No labeling, yet," I told him. He looked at me for a moment and I thought I had said something wrong, but then he nodded and looked away and I picked up instantly the change in his demeanor. I sighed. I had said something wrong.

"Of course, well good night, Draco, and thank you for everything today. I haven't felt this good in ages," he said. He smiled up at me and kissed my cheek. It wasn't as warm as our interactions had been earlier in the day and I felt this tug on my heart that I had caused this. I wanted to punch a wall, I was so mad at myself for ruining what steps Harry and I had taken today.

I watched Harry smile at me one more time and then enter his flat closing the door behind him. He didn't slam the door or anything like that, but it felt like he was closing the door on me, on us. I turned quickly and strode back to the elevator and up to my flat. I was about ready to burst by the time I walked into my flat. I conjured up a punching bag and started hitting it with all my might.

I was punching out all my frustrations about myself and what I had said to Harry when I realized that this wasn't my fault. Harry wanted to take things slow and I was just agreeing to his terms. I sagged my shoulders and moped into my bathroom. I was drenched in sweat and in dire need of a shower. I continued to remind myself that I did nothing wrong and that this was what Harry wanted. It wasn't really helping much because I still felt like crap.

I settled into my bed and pulled out my journal deciding to write out my frustrations in there. When I opened to a new page I gasped when I saw words starting to appear on the paper. Whoever my journal was connected to was writing at the same time as I was.

August 3, 1999

I had such a wonderful day today! I spent nearly all of it with the person I am quickly falling in love with. The writer paused and I waited for more words to appear. Nothing came for a few minutes so I decided to write and see if they responded to me.

It looks like we have something in common besides our journals being connected. I wrote to them. I waited imagining what their expression would be when they saw my writing. My eyes widened as I watched words appear on my page that weren't mine.

Are you falling in love with someone too or just totally freaked out that we are writing our deepest secrets into someone else's journal? The other person wrote back.

I chuckled. I liked this person already so that was a good thing. I'm going to say both. I didn't realize this was possible until I saw your last entry in my journal. I took a deep breath, fully awake now.

Well, you must not be too freaked out if you're still talking to me. Tell me about Leone. I'm guessing that's who you're falling in love with? I blushed at this person's words. I knew I hadn't said I was falling in love with Harry in my journal, but it must have been obvious to this person that I was. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. No sense in trying to deny it, it's not like I'll ever meet this person in real life.

Leone is everything I could ever possibly imagine. I'm surprised it took me this long to realize it. Actually, I'm not. We weren't exactly friends before now. As a matter of fact we rarely exchanged words only hexes and spells, but Leone is sexy, kind, caring, extremely loyal, understanding, and forgiving. He's such a strong individual even if he doesn't think so all the time. I can't get him out of my head. I never have and I never will. Rather mushy, don't you think? I wrote back to whoever this person was.

I sat back and closed my eyes thinking about Harry. I wished I could tell him the things I was telling this person. I wanted Harry to know how I truly felt about him, but again I didn't want to push. I started to chastise myself for blaming Harry for earlier. It wasn't anyone's fault. I couldn't hold it against him to want to take things slow and more than likely he wasn't mad at me about what I said, but mad at himself. Yes, that must be it.

I was getting rather annoyed with myself though because I'm never like this. I had changed my mind three times about the situation with Harry in the past hour and a half. I always make one decision and stick with it. Harry is making that very difficult for me, but I couldn't help, but smile.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at my journal. Not mushy at all. It's rather romantic I think. Leone is lucky to have you in his life. He seems like a wonderful bloke and you seem to truly care about him. I smiled. "You have no idea," I said aloud.

I really do. So, tell me about Silver Angel.