*AN: YEAAAA!!! I am so glad to get back to this story.. I took a break
for a bit to work on schoolish types of things, and it's great to be
here. I want to take a moment before we begin to thank every person
who has reviewed this fan fiction.. Every review drives me to write
more. I love you people! You must be nearly as crazy as I am to
appriciate this stuff, so good for us!
And in response to a few of the reviews: Yes, this is a HG+DM fiction,
but their relationship has not yet bloomed. And yes, it's got slash in
it. I just figured that I'd have a few side stories going as well. And
about Harry- many of you were displeased to see Harry as a slashy boy,
but to be honest with you, I figured that Harry's mindless rage and
confusion had to be about something, and it sure wasn't about Cho! All
right, now I'm not being serious.. I just thought it would make for an
entertaining story, all right? *cries*
Also, I have a question. If any of you readers know how to covert
words to italics, bold, and pther such things, could you email me? I
can't make it work, even when I type in the code. any help would be
appriciated.
Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The Plan is hatched and
begun, and many books, tears, and (later) bushes are involved. Happy
reading!
**^^**^^**CHAPTER TEN**^^**^^**
11:01 AM. IN CLASS AT SAINT MUNGO'S. ENGAGED IN THOUGHTS OTHER
THAN SCHOOL WORK. ON THE VERGE OF BEING REPRIMANDED.
The morning after the restaurant drama, I found it extremely difficult
to focus. Every time my professor would mention a word with an "H", I
thought of Hermione. Word with a "G", Granger. Word with an "S"- well,
I'm guessing you get the picture.
I am so used to getting what I want in record time, so not getting
Granger was driving me barmey. The night before, I had been dragged
(literally) to Pansy's house, and had to listen to her jabber about
how 'adorable' Harry's little Gavin- friend was. I mean, I have to
admit, the guy seemed pretty decent for someone who was obviously
attracted to Potter, but to be honest, I didn't want to hear
"Girlfriend" talking about him. It annoyed me, especially when she
talked about him for nearly a half an hour and then tried to make out
with me. Gay or not, you just don't talk about another guy to Draco
Malfoy. Not okay.
So, she was hurt when I pulled away and told her I had to go home and
feed my pet snake. I thought it was a good excuse. She didn't seem to
think so. But enough about Pansy! The more time I spent with her, the
more that I realised how much she annoyed me. The way she giggle at
everything I said, the way she twirled her tongue through her teeth
when she smiled, the way she thought that every little look I gave her
had hidden meaning that read as 'I'm horny right now'.
The entire time I spent with her, I kept wishing that I was Ron, at
home, cuddling with Hermione. Even Neville!
And that in itself is remarkably sad.
"Malfoy?"
I snapped back to Real Life, and saw my medical instructor, Professor
Kasey staring at me with a tart look on her angular face.
Med. School was actually very engaging, and it was a plus that class
was only three days a week and from seven AM to noon. This is because
is was only a starter course- my father had enrolled me into a much
more prestigious medicine academy outside of London, but the
requirements called for at least a year of training in a community
course.
"Draco Malfoy, what did you discover throughout the emergency
activity?" she inquired.
"Uhh.." I shuffled though my notes mindlessly, while trying to recall
exactly what this 'emergency activity' was.
She shook her head. "Malfoy, where has your head been lately?"
Without Hermione Granger, that's where.
12:19 AM.
"What will you have, sir?" inquired the barista at StarKnuts, an
extremely popular and swanky coffee joint in Diagon Alley at which I
was a regular.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared to order 'the usual' : "I'll
have
atripleshotdoublegrandealmondmochawithaddedmilk,extrafoam,andanalmondbi
scottiontheside,togo."
She looked at me funny. "You usually hate the foam, sir." She
giggled. "Is something wrong?"
***
After having my delicious coffee, I decided that I absolutely HAD to
do something about Hermione. Operation Saving Prefect Granger had to
begin, and very soon. I resolved that the first, and easiest step
would be to go to Flourish and Blotts and try to pry information out
of Gavin. It didn't seem too difficult.
But I had to be good with my words, and make him think that I was his
very good pal and was actually coming to see him at work to simply
shoot the breeze. Little did I know how very hard such a simple task
would become...
12:56. AT FLOURISH AND BLOTTS. MAKING MY WAY TO CASHIER DESK.
From the entry way where I was heading from, I could see clearly that
Gavin was not cashiering that afternoon. 'Don't tell me he's home
sick, or some other mad dragon crap,' I thought in anger. 'That WOULD
happen, wouldn't it? Just when I was ready to start stalking- ER- I
mean, looking for Herm.'
I walked straight up to the counter, despite the people in line who
looked mortified and said things like "Oi! You!"
"The line is behind you, sir," said a classy looking old guy with a
very posh, dull sounding voice. He looked faceless and absolutely
bored out of his mind. He was the type of person you felt sorry for
almost immediately.
But I wasn't prepared to be sorry. Oh, no.
"Now, you listen here: you had better tell me that Gavin Georgeson is
here, because if he isn't, I'm going to tell your manager on you, and
you'll all be fired, see? FIRED! You got that?" I shouted, growing
louder as the number of gasps in the crowd grew.
The little man made no sign of being scared. His expression did not
change. Instead, he tapped on his little name badge.
I read it.
'MANAGER', it said in bold letters.
"Now, is there something you needed, sonny Jim? You really must speak
up. I must admit that my ears are not as keen as they once were." He
waited.
I sighed. "All RIGHT. If you want to play it that way, I'll play. G-A-
V-I-N G-E-O-R-G-E-S-O-N. Do you know him? He works here. Now, where
is he, old boy?"
His eyebrows arched. "Are you his significant other?"
'Not again,' I thought in fury.
"NO," I spat out, as the crowd tittered. "I'M NOT THAT WAY."
"Well, if you are not his significant other, than I suggest you leave,
before you get pulled in."
"Huh?" Did he say 'pulled in'? Pulled into what?
He shrugged. "I'm warning you that you should go away, for your own
safety, sonny Jim."
"Look, old man. I just need to ask him something. I don't think you'll
lose any business if I only speak to him for five seconds!" I snarled.
Sighing, he said softly," You were warned." He pointed behind him,
where there was a door. "He's in the back," he told me. "Good luck."
'What in the Hell is he on about?' I wondered amusedly, so happy that
Gavin was still alive. I went behind the counter and entered the back
room.
The first thing that I noticed was that the room was stacked with
books waiting to be shelved. The second thing that I noticed was that
there was a far off sound of weeping, coming from the end of the
room.
"Hello?" I voiced cautiously, as the door shut behind me, leaving me
in the dimness of the nerd paradise. I should not have spoken so
quickly.
At least five books propelled through the air at ninety miles an hour,
crashing all around me.
"SOD OFF, HARRY, YOU POMPOUS BASTARD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" hollered a
voice. It was Gavin's voice, but it sounded distorted compared the
usual merry sing song way he usually spoke.
"Uh..." I struggled for the right words. To be honest with you, I was
now really afraid. I decided that a proclamation of truth was
necessary for my safety and continued existence on planet earth. "This
isn't Harry!" I explained loudly, shouting as though I were on the end
of a tunnel, which was party true.
"Oh.." replied the voice of Gavin, almost sadly, as though he was
disappointed. "Well," he said curtly," who is it then? Who else in the
world would ever give a puffskien's ass about Gavin? Annoying Gavin.
Stupid Gavin." His voice darkened. "FAGGY Gavin."
Whoa. Something was wrong. Extremely wrong.
"This is Draco Malfoy," I notified him. "You know, from dinner? The
blonde, handsome one?" (Just in case he forgot)
"Oh." he said again. He sniffled. "Well, you can come back, I guess."
"Are you going to throw any more novels at me?" I inquired, a waver of
a laugh in my very nervous voice.
He snorted. "They were encyclopedias. But no. No, I'm not. Come on
back."
As I wound through the maze of books, I steadied myself. 'Easy Draco.
Don't ask too many questions, and you won't need to hear too many
details. Don't make eye contact. Don't show any sign of resentment,
hostility, or interest. Don't say anything good about the offending
party. And overall, CHANGE THE SUBJECT TO HERMIONE GRANGER AND GET THE
HELL OUT!'
I found him, hunched and leaning on the back of the wall, tear stains
all over his designer blouse.
I wiped dust off a big box and sat down. "Hello, there."
He barely looked up. "Well, the worst has happened."
I didn't ask any questions. So what was he doing?
"What, they outlawed Veela from our world?"
"It isn't funny."
"I know it's not. How could it be?"
He sighed. "I'm serious." He paused. "Harry Potter has left me."
I didn't say anything. I sat with my arms folded, and my mouth closed.
Gavin looked up defensively. "Well, I don't know why he did! HE
certainly had a lot of reasons, though. It was after we went back to
his apartment. You know, the night you bought everyone dinner? He told
me that I was an 'embarrassment' to him and the entire world! He said
I was childish and much too flashy for his liking. He had a list of
things that annoyed him about me. I was humiliated. Just out of
nowhere, he said that."
"How could he say that?" I wondered aloud without thinking. "I mean,
he's the one dating you. So, if he hates you, it's his own fault."
Gavin let out a shuddering sob. "He probably DOES hate meeeee," he
wailed.
Damn it, Draco! "I didn't mean that," I said, even though I did.
"Look, how long were you two dating?"
"Approximately seven months and two days. We met when a friend
introduced us. I had just moved back here, after studying at Beaux
Batons for the past eight years. My mother wanted me to have a superb
education. That, and she always had wanted to marry a Frenchman. When
I met Harry, I thought he was just so beautiful. I mean, his glasses
were so round and his hair was so messy, and his chest was so-"
"Enough," I commanded, holding out my hand.
"Sorry. But it's the truth, and I love him," he declared.
I rolled my eyes. "Listen to me. Harry Potter is the type of person
that begins to get on peoples' nerves after a long time. He's the hero-
type, meaning he doesn't really care too much about people that
really matter, he just runs off saving weak and stupid ones all of the
time. He's got a bad attitude, he's egotistical, and he's the walking
and talking definition of what some people refer to as 'dick'."
Gavin's eyes locked into mine. "He left you, too, didn't he? Omigod- I
knew the second he told me about you that there was something going
on.. and the way you two quarreled at dinner."
Feeling as though I might explode, I tried to speak very slowly.
"Gavin. I am not gay, and I never will be gay. I hate Harry with a
passion. We might have become friends one time, but he screwed
everything up and became a champion at our school. I detest him. So, I
guess in a way he left me, but not in the sense that you're talking
about."
Through his tears, Gavin gave me a little smile. "I believe you," he
said, with a hinted intonation that he didn't believe me at all.
"Well, Draco. I just don't know what I'll do without him. I know he's
everything you said, but he's got so many good traits as well and I
just can't help being in love with him."
"If you ask me, I don't think he deserves anyone. I think he should
live a long, loveless life with no one to comfort him except his fat
Muggle cousin and his ugly scar."
"Sexy scar," corrected Gavin, and a new stream of tears washed over
his face.
"What ever. If you want to forget about him, you just have to. You
can't keep talking about him, and you can't keep remembering the good
things. You must learn to detest Harry Potter. Don't even say his
name. It is too terrible and ugly to utter."
Gavin smacked the hard floor, and then grasped his hand painfully.
"You're right, Draco. I have to make him see that I'm strong without
him." He paused, looking proud.
"Exactly," I said, nodding, and decided that I had done more than my
fair share of good deeds for the day. "Gavin, have I helped you at
all?"
He grinned. "You certainly have!"
"Will you help me, now?"
"Sure. I'd love to!"
Excellent. "I've got a bit of a problem," I told him. "I have to speak
to Hermione about a very important subject that involves life and
death issues, but I don't know where she lives. Therefore, I can't
talk to her."
"Hmm.. " Gavin scratched his chin. "Why go to her apartment when she
has the two o'clock shift here?"
"She what?"
"Didn't you know that she works here? She does. She works from two to
eight on week nights. she was the friend that introduced Ha- He and I
when I first began working here."
Interesting Hermione trivia.
"Great!" I exclaimed, although what I really needed was her address.
She couldn't see me. She couldn't even know that I knew she worked
there. I had to be secretive. "Could you please not tell her that I'm
going to come by tonight, Gavin?" I inquired. "This talk is a-
surprise."
HE nodded agreeably. "Sure."
"I have to leave," I informed him. "But I hope you feel better, and
remember that He shall never be stronger than you if you are strong."
Gavin nodded, very solemn. "Thank you so much, Draco. You give the
best advice."
I stood up, brushing off my pants, and he got up as well.
There was a pause.
"I really appreciate it," he spoke softly. "I mean, really." He leaned
into me, looking as though he might snog me.
'Dont' be stupid, Draco...'
His lips were about a centimeter away from mine.
'Oh my god.. Do something! DO SOMETHING!' yelled the voice in my head.
"Your welcome," I yelled, and ran off.
So much for being strong.
for a bit to work on schoolish types of things, and it's great to be
here. I want to take a moment before we begin to thank every person
who has reviewed this fan fiction.. Every review drives me to write
more. I love you people! You must be nearly as crazy as I am to
appriciate this stuff, so good for us!
And in response to a few of the reviews: Yes, this is a HG+DM fiction,
but their relationship has not yet bloomed. And yes, it's got slash in
it. I just figured that I'd have a few side stories going as well. And
about Harry- many of you were displeased to see Harry as a slashy boy,
but to be honest with you, I figured that Harry's mindless rage and
confusion had to be about something, and it sure wasn't about Cho! All
right, now I'm not being serious.. I just thought it would make for an
entertaining story, all right? *cries*
Also, I have a question. If any of you readers know how to covert
words to italics, bold, and pther such things, could you email me? I
can't make it work, even when I type in the code. any help would be
appriciated.
Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The Plan is hatched and
begun, and many books, tears, and (later) bushes are involved. Happy
reading!
**^^**^^**CHAPTER TEN**^^**^^**
11:01 AM. IN CLASS AT SAINT MUNGO'S. ENGAGED IN THOUGHTS OTHER
THAN SCHOOL WORK. ON THE VERGE OF BEING REPRIMANDED.
The morning after the restaurant drama, I found it extremely difficult
to focus. Every time my professor would mention a word with an "H", I
thought of Hermione. Word with a "G", Granger. Word with an "S"- well,
I'm guessing you get the picture.
I am so used to getting what I want in record time, so not getting
Granger was driving me barmey. The night before, I had been dragged
(literally) to Pansy's house, and had to listen to her jabber about
how 'adorable' Harry's little Gavin- friend was. I mean, I have to
admit, the guy seemed pretty decent for someone who was obviously
attracted to Potter, but to be honest, I didn't want to hear
"Girlfriend" talking about him. It annoyed me, especially when she
talked about him for nearly a half an hour and then tried to make out
with me. Gay or not, you just don't talk about another guy to Draco
Malfoy. Not okay.
So, she was hurt when I pulled away and told her I had to go home and
feed my pet snake. I thought it was a good excuse. She didn't seem to
think so. But enough about Pansy! The more time I spent with her, the
more that I realised how much she annoyed me. The way she giggle at
everything I said, the way she twirled her tongue through her teeth
when she smiled, the way she thought that every little look I gave her
had hidden meaning that read as 'I'm horny right now'.
The entire time I spent with her, I kept wishing that I was Ron, at
home, cuddling with Hermione. Even Neville!
And that in itself is remarkably sad.
"Malfoy?"
I snapped back to Real Life, and saw my medical instructor, Professor
Kasey staring at me with a tart look on her angular face.
Med. School was actually very engaging, and it was a plus that class
was only three days a week and from seven AM to noon. This is because
is was only a starter course- my father had enrolled me into a much
more prestigious medicine academy outside of London, but the
requirements called for at least a year of training in a community
course.
"Draco Malfoy, what did you discover throughout the emergency
activity?" she inquired.
"Uhh.." I shuffled though my notes mindlessly, while trying to recall
exactly what this 'emergency activity' was.
She shook her head. "Malfoy, where has your head been lately?"
Without Hermione Granger, that's where.
12:19 AM.
"What will you have, sir?" inquired the barista at StarKnuts, an
extremely popular and swanky coffee joint in Diagon Alley at which I
was a regular.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared to order 'the usual' : "I'll
have
atripleshotdoublegrandealmondmochawithaddedmilk,extrafoam,andanalmondbi
scottiontheside,togo."
She looked at me funny. "You usually hate the foam, sir." She
giggled. "Is something wrong?"
***
After having my delicious coffee, I decided that I absolutely HAD to
do something about Hermione. Operation Saving Prefect Granger had to
begin, and very soon. I resolved that the first, and easiest step
would be to go to Flourish and Blotts and try to pry information out
of Gavin. It didn't seem too difficult.
But I had to be good with my words, and make him think that I was his
very good pal and was actually coming to see him at work to simply
shoot the breeze. Little did I know how very hard such a simple task
would become...
12:56. AT FLOURISH AND BLOTTS. MAKING MY WAY TO CASHIER DESK.
From the entry way where I was heading from, I could see clearly that
Gavin was not cashiering that afternoon. 'Don't tell me he's home
sick, or some other mad dragon crap,' I thought in anger. 'That WOULD
happen, wouldn't it? Just when I was ready to start stalking- ER- I
mean, looking for Herm.'
I walked straight up to the counter, despite the people in line who
looked mortified and said things like "Oi! You!"
"The line is behind you, sir," said a classy looking old guy with a
very posh, dull sounding voice. He looked faceless and absolutely
bored out of his mind. He was the type of person you felt sorry for
almost immediately.
But I wasn't prepared to be sorry. Oh, no.
"Now, you listen here: you had better tell me that Gavin Georgeson is
here, because if he isn't, I'm going to tell your manager on you, and
you'll all be fired, see? FIRED! You got that?" I shouted, growing
louder as the number of gasps in the crowd grew.
The little man made no sign of being scared. His expression did not
change. Instead, he tapped on his little name badge.
I read it.
'MANAGER', it said in bold letters.
"Now, is there something you needed, sonny Jim? You really must speak
up. I must admit that my ears are not as keen as they once were." He
waited.
I sighed. "All RIGHT. If you want to play it that way, I'll play. G-A-
V-I-N G-E-O-R-G-E-S-O-N. Do you know him? He works here. Now, where
is he, old boy?"
His eyebrows arched. "Are you his significant other?"
'Not again,' I thought in fury.
"NO," I spat out, as the crowd tittered. "I'M NOT THAT WAY."
"Well, if you are not his significant other, than I suggest you leave,
before you get pulled in."
"Huh?" Did he say 'pulled in'? Pulled into what?
He shrugged. "I'm warning you that you should go away, for your own
safety, sonny Jim."
"Look, old man. I just need to ask him something. I don't think you'll
lose any business if I only speak to him for five seconds!" I snarled.
Sighing, he said softly," You were warned." He pointed behind him,
where there was a door. "He's in the back," he told me. "Good luck."
'What in the Hell is he on about?' I wondered amusedly, so happy that
Gavin was still alive. I went behind the counter and entered the back
room.
The first thing that I noticed was that the room was stacked with
books waiting to be shelved. The second thing that I noticed was that
there was a far off sound of weeping, coming from the end of the
room.
"Hello?" I voiced cautiously, as the door shut behind me, leaving me
in the dimness of the nerd paradise. I should not have spoken so
quickly.
At least five books propelled through the air at ninety miles an hour,
crashing all around me.
"SOD OFF, HARRY, YOU POMPOUS BASTARD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" hollered a
voice. It was Gavin's voice, but it sounded distorted compared the
usual merry sing song way he usually spoke.
"Uh..." I struggled for the right words. To be honest with you, I was
now really afraid. I decided that a proclamation of truth was
necessary for my safety and continued existence on planet earth. "This
isn't Harry!" I explained loudly, shouting as though I were on the end
of a tunnel, which was party true.
"Oh.." replied the voice of Gavin, almost sadly, as though he was
disappointed. "Well," he said curtly," who is it then? Who else in the
world would ever give a puffskien's ass about Gavin? Annoying Gavin.
Stupid Gavin." His voice darkened. "FAGGY Gavin."
Whoa. Something was wrong. Extremely wrong.
"This is Draco Malfoy," I notified him. "You know, from dinner? The
blonde, handsome one?" (Just in case he forgot)
"Oh." he said again. He sniffled. "Well, you can come back, I guess."
"Are you going to throw any more novels at me?" I inquired, a waver of
a laugh in my very nervous voice.
He snorted. "They were encyclopedias. But no. No, I'm not. Come on
back."
As I wound through the maze of books, I steadied myself. 'Easy Draco.
Don't ask too many questions, and you won't need to hear too many
details. Don't make eye contact. Don't show any sign of resentment,
hostility, or interest. Don't say anything good about the offending
party. And overall, CHANGE THE SUBJECT TO HERMIONE GRANGER AND GET THE
HELL OUT!'
I found him, hunched and leaning on the back of the wall, tear stains
all over his designer blouse.
I wiped dust off a big box and sat down. "Hello, there."
He barely looked up. "Well, the worst has happened."
I didn't ask any questions. So what was he doing?
"What, they outlawed Veela from our world?"
"It isn't funny."
"I know it's not. How could it be?"
He sighed. "I'm serious." He paused. "Harry Potter has left me."
I didn't say anything. I sat with my arms folded, and my mouth closed.
Gavin looked up defensively. "Well, I don't know why he did! HE
certainly had a lot of reasons, though. It was after we went back to
his apartment. You know, the night you bought everyone dinner? He told
me that I was an 'embarrassment' to him and the entire world! He said
I was childish and much too flashy for his liking. He had a list of
things that annoyed him about me. I was humiliated. Just out of
nowhere, he said that."
"How could he say that?" I wondered aloud without thinking. "I mean,
he's the one dating you. So, if he hates you, it's his own fault."
Gavin let out a shuddering sob. "He probably DOES hate meeeee," he
wailed.
Damn it, Draco! "I didn't mean that," I said, even though I did.
"Look, how long were you two dating?"
"Approximately seven months and two days. We met when a friend
introduced us. I had just moved back here, after studying at Beaux
Batons for the past eight years. My mother wanted me to have a superb
education. That, and she always had wanted to marry a Frenchman. When
I met Harry, I thought he was just so beautiful. I mean, his glasses
were so round and his hair was so messy, and his chest was so-"
"Enough," I commanded, holding out my hand.
"Sorry. But it's the truth, and I love him," he declared.
I rolled my eyes. "Listen to me. Harry Potter is the type of person
that begins to get on peoples' nerves after a long time. He's the hero-
type, meaning he doesn't really care too much about people that
really matter, he just runs off saving weak and stupid ones all of the
time. He's got a bad attitude, he's egotistical, and he's the walking
and talking definition of what some people refer to as 'dick'."
Gavin's eyes locked into mine. "He left you, too, didn't he? Omigod- I
knew the second he told me about you that there was something going
on.. and the way you two quarreled at dinner."
Feeling as though I might explode, I tried to speak very slowly.
"Gavin. I am not gay, and I never will be gay. I hate Harry with a
passion. We might have become friends one time, but he screwed
everything up and became a champion at our school. I detest him. So, I
guess in a way he left me, but not in the sense that you're talking
about."
Through his tears, Gavin gave me a little smile. "I believe you," he
said, with a hinted intonation that he didn't believe me at all.
"Well, Draco. I just don't know what I'll do without him. I know he's
everything you said, but he's got so many good traits as well and I
just can't help being in love with him."
"If you ask me, I don't think he deserves anyone. I think he should
live a long, loveless life with no one to comfort him except his fat
Muggle cousin and his ugly scar."
"Sexy scar," corrected Gavin, and a new stream of tears washed over
his face.
"What ever. If you want to forget about him, you just have to. You
can't keep talking about him, and you can't keep remembering the good
things. You must learn to detest Harry Potter. Don't even say his
name. It is too terrible and ugly to utter."
Gavin smacked the hard floor, and then grasped his hand painfully.
"You're right, Draco. I have to make him see that I'm strong without
him." He paused, looking proud.
"Exactly," I said, nodding, and decided that I had done more than my
fair share of good deeds for the day. "Gavin, have I helped you at
all?"
He grinned. "You certainly have!"
"Will you help me, now?"
"Sure. I'd love to!"
Excellent. "I've got a bit of a problem," I told him. "I have to speak
to Hermione about a very important subject that involves life and
death issues, but I don't know where she lives. Therefore, I can't
talk to her."
"Hmm.. " Gavin scratched his chin. "Why go to her apartment when she
has the two o'clock shift here?"
"She what?"
"Didn't you know that she works here? She does. She works from two to
eight on week nights. she was the friend that introduced Ha- He and I
when I first began working here."
Interesting Hermione trivia.
"Great!" I exclaimed, although what I really needed was her address.
She couldn't see me. She couldn't even know that I knew she worked
there. I had to be secretive. "Could you please not tell her that I'm
going to come by tonight, Gavin?" I inquired. "This talk is a-
surprise."
HE nodded agreeably. "Sure."
"I have to leave," I informed him. "But I hope you feel better, and
remember that He shall never be stronger than you if you are strong."
Gavin nodded, very solemn. "Thank you so much, Draco. You give the
best advice."
I stood up, brushing off my pants, and he got up as well.
There was a pause.
"I really appreciate it," he spoke softly. "I mean, really." He leaned
into me, looking as though he might snog me.
'Dont' be stupid, Draco...'
His lips were about a centimeter away from mine.
'Oh my god.. Do something! DO SOMETHING!' yelled the voice in my head.
"Your welcome," I yelled, and ran off.
So much for being strong.