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To you who waited this long...


Forever Dawn

Chapter 11: Dragon

Harry's POV

Today I wake up feeling…different. It's not because for the first time in a long time, I wasn't bothered by dreams of him. It wasn't because for the first time, I wasn't waking tired for crying my heart out all night that I haven't have a goodnight sleep. For so many different things that today were different, it wasn't any one of those. Today, somehow, I knew something had changed…and though I know there's a difference, I can't figure out what it is. So I lay there, in my bed, under the sheets I didn't even remember putting on, relishing the morning. And for the first time since Merlin knows when, I was looking forward to what this day has to offer. For I'll take 'Difference' than the crap out 'Used-to-be' that I was used to.

I look at my watch and saw that it was five o'clock in the morning. Though it was rather early, I didn't feel tired. I tried to remember everything that happened yesterday but I couldn't quite place anything into their rightful places. All I remember was a particularly beautiful vampire with butterscotch eyes and a crooked smile. Just then my heart fluttered and my magic was swirling in soft caresses inside me---like a gentle breeze to a leaf. Fuck! I sounded like a school girl with a crush. I berated myself.

I tried to decipher what it is that I have for the vampire. Sure, I'm attracted to him. There's no reason in denying that but deep inside I knew it doesn't end there. Though, again, I couldn't fathom what the hell it is yet. Going with the way he's acting, he was rather intense, and if I'm a person who reads between the lines I would say he's attracted to me too. But why would he? He has Isabella. He's just being nice to me. That's all.

I got out of bed and decided that I would cook myself some breakfast and maybe catch a warm bath before going to school…Another difference. Whatever it is…Today, unlike most days…is different.

An hour later, I was looking at myself at the mirror. My head wasn't aching, but it wasn't thoroughly healed so I took a tablet of medicine that Dr. Carlisle gave to me. I was dressed in nothing but comfortable clothes---a black turtle neck. I look at the watch and saw that it was 6 o'clock. I cursed as I remember that I don't have a car. It was left at the school grounds with flat tires and the word "cocksucker" written on it. Merlin! I bloody wish to curse the hell out of Newton!

Well at least I have an hour to start walking. The rain outside was just a slight drizzle. So I could walk without being soaked from head to toe. I grabbed my jacket and started to head outside. I closed the door and tucked the keys inside my jacket. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. Here we go.

I turned around and saw, to my big surprise, a silver Volvo parked in front of my house, with a handsome vampire smirking at me, "Need a ride?"

I blinked once, twice as my head went into dazed---a dazed blurting out of everything I'm thinking.

"What are you doing?" I asked wondering what this stunning creature is doing at my doorstep.

He smirked and said in a velvety voice, "Having you getting used to it…"

I blinked again as an exchange of conversation from yesterday with the vampire came in my mind.

"Though I think you should keep your eyes on the road?" I asked with a half smile.

He chuckled softly. "I'm a pretty good driver you know, I haven't even gotten a ticket."

"Well, don't boast that or I might get used to it," I said chuckling myself. It's the first time we talked about inconsequential things and the first light talking I have in what must have been forever.

"Done!" He answered with a mischievous grin.

"Huh?" I asked confused, "What was that supposed to mean?"

"Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow?"

I look at the vampire with disbelieving eyes. What was he playing at? Is he just being nice? Is it a trick? He's been so nice to me since he came back. I trusted him. Somehow inside I really do, and that was what scares me. I am beginning to feel comfortable with Cullen and my training and everything that I have been taught of about their kind was for me to stay away---but the problem is, for some unknown reason, the pull to be near him was strong---and I couldn't stay away.

"So do you need a ride or what?" he said with a smirk, but his eyes were saying something different. I looked away, I don't need those eyes messing my train of thought so early in the morning.

"I-uh-I…" Bloody hell! I can't believe I'm stuttering. "Er---It's okay. But I prefer to walk. So-uh-Thanks for the offer though," I said with a half smile as I walked passed him, leaving a stunned vampire in my wake.

I was a good distance from my house when I saw from my peripheral vision that the silver Volvo was following me and the vampire's window was open. "Come on, Harry it's raining."

And as if on cue, the small drizzling stopped to be replaced by a dark cloud. I smiled slightly; at least my luck was working on my favor. I looked at Edward with a smirk, "You're saying?" I asked playfully before walking ahead.

"The school's an hour walk," he countered.

I looked at my watch and gave off a shrug. "It's good that I have an hour then," I replied, still stubborn to keep walking.

"Come on, you'll get tired sooner or later," he said with amusement.

"You know what; I'm taking that as a challenge." Silence followed my statement as I continued walking. It was a good twenty minutes when I heard again from Cullen.

"Fine!" he said and I smiled, I won the competition. I expected him to drive the car passed me and leave me alone. I cringed at the slight pang it brought but shrugged it off as I continued to walk. But then I stopped at not seeing any silver Volvo driving passed me. Instead I have a dashing vampire walking beside me and looking ahead.

"What are you doing?" I asked, completely off guard.

"Walking," He said with a smirk.

"Why the hell are you walking?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Because I'm not used to someone resisting me," he replied cheekily. Smart ass! I thought.

"Well, this must be a first huh?" I said as I walked ahead. "A first for the Perfect---good-looking Mr. Cullen." I said nonchalantly more of annoyance than anything.

"What did you say?" he asked with a smirk plastered across his face.

"Wu-what?" I asked ignoring the blush that started to creep along my neck.

"You think I'm good looking?" he asked with that annoyingly handsome smirk growing into a more annoying cheeky smile.

"No," I denied as I look and walk straight ahead, "I think, YOU think you're good looking," I snapped slightly as my blush continued.

"Hmm," he added, amusement clear on his face.

"What?" I snapped as I look at him.

"I didn't say anything," the vampire replied seemingly amused. I continued walking trying very hard not stuck out my tongue childishly.

"Am I annoying you?" Cullen asked with that same amused tone that was apparent in his voice.

"Yes!" I snapped. "You're stubborn"

"Then I guess that is something we have in common," he answered. I laughed at the rationale he gave and all the ridiculous bantering were exchanging.

"That I can't argue with," I decided as I nudged his side slightly with my shoulder. He stiffened at the contact and I felt that same jolt of electricity hit me again as I realized what I just did. It wasn't intentional; it was more of an instinct of amusement. My face reddened as I looked at him, "I'm sorry I didn't---"

"It's okay," he said as his eyes were darkening slightly---more of a solid gold than the liquid butterscotch earlier, "It's just hard," he said, but more to himself than to me---typical Edward Cullen behavior.

"What is?" I asked looking at the vampire curiously. I gasped and my train of thought stopped as he looked at me, my feet were still walking, but I haven't been conscious of it, my breath also stopped as I drowned in swirling pools of gold. Cullen was looking at me in that same manner again, passionate? Intense? Longing? I didn't really know, but I'm sure it was near between those words.

"It's hard to control myself when I'm with you," he whispered huskily, and I was assaulted with his scent---it smelled like rain, like flowers in bloom, like the morning dew. I wish it was me thinking in literary sense, but I was not---his smell was intoxicating…arousing.

"Then don't," I replied back as my lungs screamed through the lack of air and my mind was being fuzzy due to his stare and his scent. My body stopped moving now.

"Breathe." He said and I took the much needed breath. "You don't know what you're asking Harry. I can't lose control…not when I'm around you."

"Why?" I asked again. In the deep recesses of my mind, I knew he was a vampire and he couldn't lose control, but he was in control with other humans…Damn! He's in a muggle school! Why then he felt it's hard around me?

"There are two things actually," he replied, and I barely noticed how close he really is to me. "You're too precious for me," he said so seriously that my mind almost believed it as my heart fluttered and my magic sang with such passion and intensity.

"And second?" I asked.

He smiled his crooked smile that nearly drove my mind into a complete shutdown.

"Second is because," he leaned closer to my ear as he continued, "every single person in this parking lot is staring right at us," he whispered with an amused voice and I snapped out of my nonfunctioning mind as I realized I was standing in the middle of the parking lot with Edward Cullen in front of what appeared to be the entire school. I recognized Angela Weber's warm smile, Isabella Swan's glaring stare with her arms crossed over his chest, Mike Newton's incredulous stare, Jessica Stanley's gossiping jealous eyes and every other person's eyes focused solely on me and Edward. Even the other Cullen siblings were staring. With Alice's wide smile and Rosalie's un-approving glare, the willowy blond-named Jasper's calculating eyes and the bear-like Emmett's amusement. It was clear to see that everyone was watching and was trying to decipher what it is that was presented in front of them. I blushed harder and Edward who was still leaning closer straightened up…

"See you later…my Harry," he smiled and smirked as my reddened face grew brighter with his words.

All throughout morning Cullen has been occupying my mind as I weaved through class after class of boring hell. What is Cullen playing at? He's with Isabella, right? What was he doing fetching me with his silver, expensive Volvo so early in the morning? Why was he being kind? Why does he act the way he acted? Why does he call me…? Surely I must misheard him, there is no reason why he'll call me his. Damn! And what in the name of Merlin is wrong with my speech when I'm with him? Or the fact that I've been dazed out or my mind went foggy when I'm with him? And what's with the electric zap? Bloody hell! I'm acting like a real pansy arse---well, I am gay, but even for my standards I sounded too queer!

My mind felt like it was about to explode that I decided to skip lunch and finish my Trigonometry assignment outside. How I'd finish this? I definitely have no idea…but I wanted to finish at least half of it, perhaps I'd get half a grade. Ron would probably laugh at me saying I'm losing my mind taking a subject that is as complicated as Hermione's Arithmancy…but honestly my mind is shifting between Trigonometry and a certain dashing vampire.

I smiled as I envisioned Ron's expression if I ever told him that or Hermione's reaction, she'd definitely slap me.

I walked outside towards my flattened Ford Anglia that was left in the school grounds since yesterday. Mr. Javier told me he already called a mechanic and that the tow would come and pick it up later this day to fix my tires. I stared at my Anglia as the words "COCKSUCKER" came flashing before my eyes. Perhaps maybe I should keep that, only to annoy the stupid brat who put it there.

I climbed to my car and sat comfortably there, it was mine. This space was mine, just like my house---and I felt comfortable here. Somehow, I gained a sense of security here. I'd get back to Newton for damaging one of my things---or probably include Isabella in the mix---Well, I will never hit a girl---no matter how bitch she is. So I'd resort to Newton then. I went and fetched the Trigonometry assignment as I smiled slightly, I was feeling rebellious and some of that Gryffindor pig-headedness is going back to me slowly. Another difference. Perhaps Forks is doing what I came here for…It is making me forget.

I slowly start to work on my Trig assignment…It wasn't that bad but it wasn't easy either. If only I had Hermione here, or a certain gray-eyes…ok, I'm making progress here, I will not think about him. Somehow, that thought alone was a difference. What change? The hurt of thinking about him was still there, yet somehow, it isn't as hurtful as before…What does this mean?

When does one change from being hurt to acertain numbness? Or is it numbness? Perhaps I'm starting to learn that's all…that he won't…that he wasn't…I stopped at the thought, for I'm not ready to accept it just yet. Instead, I refuse, for now; to submit to my misery…that alone was a huge change even for me. Call it diversion, but in a way, it is change. So I accept it. Bloody hell! I accept it.

"A penny for your thoughts?" a velvety voice said all of a sudden that I jumped from my seat and hit my head in the car's roof.

"Bullocks!" I said as I closed my eyes and touched my head. When I opened them, I saw Edward-bloody-Cullen sitting in the passenger seat of my bloody car!

"Are you okay? I'm sorry" he said as he looked at me with those eyes.

"Sheesh! You're so bloody not doing that!" I snapped angrily as I massage my head.

"Do what?" he asked confuse, swirling pools of butterscotch drawing me in.

"That!" I asked refusing to back down. "You can't just go around people looking like that"

"Should I be offended?" he asked amusedly. I glared slightly as I picked up my pen and continued to finish my Trig assignment.

"What do you want, Cullen?" I asked as I scribbled through my notes ignoring my fast beating heart that seemed to be doing a lot of crazy beating when around the vampire and stomping my magic which is pounding through my core like mad.

Silence followed my statement as I agonizingly finished my Trig Homework. I gave a sigh, "Look Cullen I---" I stopped short as I saw Cullen's hand holding what appears to be a slice of pizza wrapped in a tissue paper and a can of soda.

"You skipped lunch. I…thought you might be hungry," he said as he handed me the food. I looked at it and my mind went all fuzzy as I somehow felt giddy. What was happening to me?

"I-uh-thanks," I answered as I took the pizza and the drink, I resisted flinching as for a millisecond our hands touched and that same zap of electricity was felt. I smiled as I took notice that Edward felt the same, at least it wasn't some hallucination on my part.

I noticed that the pizza and the drink were cold, like it was fresh from the refrigerator---a vampire trait. This trait alone should alarm me, but instead I did what Mad-eye would probably yell at me for---I took a bite. Never took anything from an enemy. I envisioned Moody yell at me. But whatever, this is Cullen---and somehow I trusted him, besides…I'm bloody hungry.

"So…care to tell me what you think?" he asked as I munched on the pizza, I really am hungry.

"Er---it was slightly greasy?" I answered commenting about the pizza, but eating it anyway.

"Not the pizza, though I could get you something you'd like," Edward's brows furrowed, "I was trying to find out what you'd like, but I rarely see you eat anything, and I sort of think you might like pizza, simply because everyone likes that." He said, a little too fast.

"Pizza's fine," I said with a smile.

"So care to tell me what you're thinking before I got here?" he asked, his eyes boring curiosity.

"Er---it's illegal? It might bother you," I replied.

"Try me," he smiled a crooked smile that left me staring wide-eyed.

"I-uh," I blinked once, feeling like an idiot, "I was planning to kill Newton?"

He chuckled yet the sound came out like music, literally. "Why would I be bothered by that?" he asked.

"Er…Because I plan to bring your girlfriend in the mix?" I said looking anywhere but in those golden eyes. I vehemently ignored the pang it brought at the thought that this lovely vampire was taken. Why I'm feeling this way? I definitely don't have an idea…it's just what I'm used to in a million strings that involved the topic that was Edward Cullen.

"Bella," he said.

"Yeah. Her," I said, pretending to fiddle with the pizza napkin. Really, why the hell am I hurt? This is fucking insane!

"We're not together anymore," Edward replied flatly. My heart fluttered and my mood lightened as I said, "Really?" even to me that sounded too enthusiastic. He chuckled, causing me to blush, "I-uh-I mean I'm sorry."

"Well, it's okay I guess," he said, "Besides you're here now," he added with those same eyes again.

"Stop playing Cullen," I said as my heart begins to race and I looked down and opened the soda bottle. "I'm curious though," I mumbled as I took a drink.

"What are you curious about?" Edward asked.

"Er---do you love her?" I couldn't help myself, for some unknown reason I wanted to know. "I mean you didn't have to answer or anything it's just…" I didn't continued, what was I supposed to say? It's just you didn't seem to fit together. I have better tact than that. No matter how moronic I acted.

"I thought I did," he answered, looking outside. He seemed too focus on answering me truthfully and I appreciated that. "But sometimes, something happens that makes you look at things at a different… perspective," he smiled.

"Okay." I accepted the answer and I wouldn't press any further. It's too personal, and Edward and I, we're sort of…complicated?

"Can I ask you something then?"

"Fair enough…okay" I said, bracing myself for the vampire's question.

"What's your favorite color?" he asked in all curiosity that I blinked and then started to laugh.

"Are you bloody mental?" I giggled amidst Edward's confused stare, "I asked you a personal question and you ask me that?" I laughed again as Edward smiled, quite amused himself. "Why do you even want to know?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just do" he said. "Well?"

"Er---I don't know… I sort of love and at the same time hate green?" I said sheepishly.

"Why?" he asked in a curious tone again.

"Er---because it's the color of my eyes and I'm vain," I replied jokingly, earning a smile at the vampire. "Well, I guess, it reminds me of things. For one, it was my mother's eyes. Second it was the same color of the sweaters that my second mother gave me every Christmas. And it was the color of the ink that was used by my school in London that told me I got accepted," I explained sadly at the thought of Mrs. Weasley and of Hogwarts, the one true home that I considered.

"And you hate it because?" Edward asked softly.

"I hate it because…" I looked down as I played with the bottle of soda sadly, "because it's the same color that reminds me of the death of those I loved most," I cringed as I remembered the flash of green that ended everyone's lives---all the people I cared about---my parents, Sirius and Remus, and him…I looked outside trying to blink away the tears that was starting to build up.

"I'm sorry," Edward said sadly.

"It's okay. It's all in the past now," I replied as I smiled, though it didn't feel genuine even to me, "besides it's just a matter of time right? People will die eventually. Who knows? maybe I'd die later today," I said jokingly but started as I heard a growl and Edward holding my wrist tightly.

"No!" he said fiercely. His voice sounded pained and his eyes were swelling with emotions too deep for me to comprehend. "You will not…I will never allow it," he exclaimed as he tightened his hold on my wrist. He must have noticed this as he released my hand quickly and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

I look at my wrist and then my eyes went to the soda bottle and the pizza leftovers. Then flashes of the scene in the hospital, and the morning walk and everything that involved me and Cullen flashed before my eyes. Then I look at the vampire in front of me, the angelic face, the full, edible lips, the bronze hair that was eternally messy and seductive at the same time, and the two pools of deep gold that vibrated concern, safety and security---and I don't know what made me do it, but it was not a rational thought. It was more of an instinct, a reflex or whatever. But in that moment I leaned in and plant a soft kiss on the vampire's hard jaw…"Thank you"

As soon as I realized what I'd done, I was shot out of it. Like a Bludger colliding with my thick skull. I also noticed the way Edward stiffened, and felt hurt at the thought that he was perhaps repulsed by me.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled looking down, trying very hard to hide both my embarrassment and the pang of hurt that has been eating my insides, "I don't know why I did that."

"It's...okay," he seemed to struggle with the word. I don't know whether to feel humiliated or feel hurt by his struggle or was it hesitation?

"Look. I'm sorry. I don't know what made me do it. It probably is repulsing to you. Forgive me," I added flatly, but honestly at the same time. My skin was flushing with embarrassment on what just happened and I couldn't look at the vampire.

"I'm not…" he started as if he was in pain, "repulsed by you," he said.

I looked up and met a deep set of gold, and I knew right then that I was lost, "In fact," he continued as he looked at me with those hypnotizing eyes, "I think I like it more than I should," and with that he opened the door of my Anglia and fled towards the building, leaving me stunned to my senses.

The entire day, my mind was filled with thoughts of Edward Cullen. How many times could I repeat that same phrase in a day? It's not my fault really, but the bloody vampire was so damn cryptic! I ignored the class that went on as I reanalyze what had just transpired. I wanted to hang myself for kissing the vampire…What the hell is wrong with me. Whenever I'm with him my heart, magic and gut do somersaults. Shit! This is giving me a headache.

Thankfully, the day ended and I was trying my best to duck out of school before he caught me. I rounded a corner looking behind my back just to make sure the confusing vampire wasn't anywhere near when I bumped into someone.

"Hiding from someone?" said a somewhat accusatory velvety voice. I look up and saw Edward smirking at me, "a walk home?"

Shit! An inaudible thought in my head as I nodded and we exited together outside the school.

Edward's POV

Today, I wake up. Not in the physical sense of course, for the few hours of blissful escape from life was taken away from creatures like me. Yet somehow, I started today and I was feeling truly and utterly awake. For I knew that today is another opportunity to see him.

All throughout the night, I was there, watching him sleep. And I thought I'd never see something as beautiful as that image. Of him sighing contentedly as I lightly touch his face---the face I could never believe I found. My mate. Mine.

So even from the distance or from the shadows of the veiled darkness of the night I was there. A midnight stalker, watching him; listening to every beating of his heart or every draw of air he engulfed. I could be lost like that, and thank the night if the beauty of him sleeping isn't overshadowed by him being awake.

So I welcomed the day, resisting the obvious fact that I have to go home and change clothes and just stood there until he opened his eyes, but I couldn't. Not this time. So I settled on going him, but the pull to be near him was strong that I needed to see him all the time.

I waited outside his door, knowing he didn't have a car. I don't want him walking. He's too precious to walk, plus its drizzling, there's no reason for him to be sick.

I asked him if he needed a ride, knowing all too well he would accept it.

"Er---It's okay. But I prefer to walk. So-uh-Thanks for the offer though," he said with a smile as he walked passed me. For a moment I was stunned---I never thought he'd pass the offer, an ordinary human wouldn't. I smiled slightly as I thought he was my mate, and he isn't just ordinary.

"Come on, Harry it's raining." I tried to make him see reason. Just then the rain stopped. Lady Luck seemed to be on my mate's side. That is good, I don't need luck, he could have it all---I just need him.

"You're saying?" he asked playfully before walking ahead.

"The school's an hour walk," I countered.

"It's good that I have an hour then." Stubborn. Just the way I like it.

"Come on, you'll get tired sooner or later" I said amused.

"You know what, I'm taking that as a challenge" he said.

"Fine!" I thought and verbalize as I left my Volvo and walked with him. And that was the best walk I have ever had in my entire existence. Who knew this rainy town could be downright exciting…and tempting?

Tempting was an understatement, especially when I sat beside him in his car. I was looking forward to get to the cafeteria and waited on an opposite table, perhaps I could convince him to seat with me. I frowned when I didn't see him and went from mind to mind as I tried to visualize where my mate had gone to. My mate…the thought of it was ecstatic. Then I saw where he was from one of the inconsequential minds around the school, I growled inwardly at some of the people ogling my mate or thinking irrational thoughts about him. The possessive claim was threatening to be heard in a growl before Alice whacked my head as I glared.

"What? Don't tell me you don't need it?" she said nonchalantly as she headed back to the table.

I went and picked up a slice of pizza and wrapped it in a tissue and grabbed my can of soda. I don't eat it anyway, might as well give it to someone who does. And what the hell does he think when he skipped lunch? He needed to eat something after everything and all. Surely he cared a lot more to his health and well being than he let on…and if he doesn't? Well he'd better, because I won't allow it.

I stood up and started to walk outside.

Ohh…Going to see you're little mate. Ahh little-Edward is in love… I looked at Emmett as he grinned childishly at me. I could glare, but well…it's the truth.

Idiot. First that ugly Swan girl who's nothing but a materialistic twat, now this…Harry. Stupid! Fraternizing with humans. As usual Rosalie's thoughts were…rude. I glared at her menacingly.

What? You'll know how this'll end, Edward. Even if he's you're mate. A vampire and a human aren't meant to be. You'd kill him eventually.

I growled at her too low for the humans to hear but menacing enough that Jasper send wave after wave of calmness to my direction.

Whatever Edward, don't say I didn't warn you.

And before I could strangle her, I went out and sought after him. Inched after inch, I knew it was wrong, but how can something so wrong feels so good?

I fought the temptation as I talked to him inside his car. Focusing on this being in front of me and not on the fact that I wanted to…Why does he have to be so…Truly, he's going to be the end of me.

It was going fine, and I was getting a hold of the lust. But when he inched closer and touch me with those precious lips, my instinct just went into an overdrive. I wanted to take him, right there in the car. Devour him. See him writhing beneath me, begging for more and I would gladly give him what he wants…what both of us craved. And I would never care if anyone saw us. In fact, that was the very idea, so that they would see that he's mine. Mine! And Mine alone! The lust…God the lust was overwhelming. More so than Bella's blood. I stiffened as I tried to reign in the thought and the compulsion barely registering his mumbled thank you.

When he said that he thought I was repulsed by him, and saw that he was hurt by it, I wanted to capture that seductive lips and show him otherwise. To prove to every inch of his skin, to every part of his body that he was wrong. That I wanted him…God! I wanted him more than anything. Instead, I tried to focus my head and give him some truth, "I think I like it more than I should," I said and leave his car before I do something…reckless.

I was leaning in a corner now, waiting for him. I never thought I'd get excited. After a hundred or so of living---of walking like a shadow in this earth luxury such as the emotion of excitement tend to pass with time. Yet today, today was different. I was excited. I was looking forward to walking him home. I was looking forward to get to know him. Who knew a simple walk could be exciting? It seems simple matters like walking with him, or seeing him, or talking to him were complex and deep, and it brought with me a sense of…warmth…something we "cold ones" could only hope for. But that was him to me---warmth. Something unfelt before, a caress so scorching it envelop me in all its depth…and it was tempting…very tempting.

He looked behind him and he bumped into me. I groaned inwardly as I was assaulted with his scent and his body heat was…God! How could I even define how it felt?

He looked at me as his eyes grew wide.

"Hiding from someone?" I said, I figured he was trying to hide from me and didn't meant for my voice sound so accusatory, then before he could say anything else I verbalized what I want in that moment

"A walk home?"

He nodded, and we headed outside the door of the school.

Harry's POV

The walks with Cullen continued for the rest of the week, and it was refreshing. It was defiance in the usual pattern that I wake. An oddity in the tremendous pain that the past brought, and being with Cullen, no matter how big of a defiance that might be, made everything okay.

The first few days of walks was spent on inquisition, on Cullen's part that is. He asked about inconsequential things like my favorite food, the kind of music I listened to, my hobbies.

"What is this? The Spanish inquisition?" I asked as I hugged my jacket to my body comfortingly.

"Are you cold?" Cullen asked, I was wondering if he meant it because his eyes did the usual…er…stuff.

"No," I replied stubbornly. The weather today came with a little drizzle, but the wind blew a cold wind.

"Are you always this stubborn?" Cullen asked before removing his jacket and giving it to me.

"I said I'm okay," I insisted, once again wondering why this vampire was kind to me.

"Do I have to put this on to you?" Cullen said slightly annoyed, "Because I will if I have to."

I looked at him and we were in an annoying staring contest, which I know he would win considering he didn't need to blink but it doesn't mean I wouldn't try.

After a few moments, I accepted defeat, "Fine," and grabbed the jacket he was offering. It was cold, but I didn't comment on it as I put it on.

"Satisfied?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"Very," he replied with a triumphant grin. We walk in silence for a few minutes before I spoke,

"Treacle tart."

"What?" he asked slightly confused.

"My favorite food, it's Treacle Tart. I didn't listen to music really, and my hobbies well…I don't have any" I admitted as we walk.

"Why?" he asked as he looked at me, as if trying to read me, and in an instinct I strengthened my Occlumency shields.

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"Why don't you have a hobby or a favorite music?" he asked, trying to understand. "Most people your age do."

"Well, I guess I'm not most people." I said cryptically.

"Care to elaborate?" he said, really interested, like he's dissecting every part of me. "Please," he added.

I looked down, as I started to fumble with the zipper of his jacket. I waited for the cue that he wasn't interested anymore, that he'd let this one pass, but he waited patiently for my answer. I breathed in an air before speaking.

"My life….wasn't easy," I answered, "there are things…terrible things that I've experienced, that I've seen that stopping and listening to music or having a particular hobby would be a leisure. And I couldn't have such," I smiled sadly looking up only to see the vampire looking at me with gentle eyes. He lifted up his hand and caressed my cheek making the blood rushed underneath it as I try to clear my head and clamp my magic at the same time.

"It's okay," he said looking at my eyes, daring me to believe him, to trust him on what he was saying, "I'm here now."

And a part of me, I don't know how small or big that part was, believed him.

The week went by and the walks with Edward were becoming a habit, and even if I don't have to admit it, it was nice---and somehow I was looking forward to it every day. I'm still trying to figure out what is happening. Why was he being kind? And why am I responding to him this way. I'm almost clinging to him, like an anchor to my sanity, like an escape to everything that's happened to me. And I think I like it. I like it very much.

It was now Friday, the last day, and perhaps my last walk with Cullen. The thought brought with it a slight pang of pain, an ending. I was walking the hallway towards my second to the last class. Literature. I was nervous and every step I took was a struggle. Not because of the stupid subject but because of my seatmate. Why am I nervous? I spent the entire week walking with him.

Perhaps I should skipped class? The thought was inviting as I opened my locker and fumbled with a few things inside---delaying tactics, Potter style.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a familiar whiny voice.

"So? You and Edward huh?" Isabella asked with her arms crossed and an eyebrow up in scrutiny.

"No," I said flatly.

"Then what are you doing walking with him?" she asked. She reminds me of Rita Skeeter, prying with an acid-sweet tone. Except that Isabella's whinier.

"Er---it's a free country?" I said as I put my notebook inside my bag.

"Stop humoring me, Evans. I thought I warned you already," she said and I couldn't help but looked at her with a blank face and a raised eyebrow.

"Edward is mine. Mine! You're just a new attraction to him. Something for him to play with. He will never want you…He's just being nice and don't read behind those lines because there's nothing to read about. Stay. Away. From Edward!" She said harshly causing the few people still in the corridor to look at us. I don't know what it is but in a way Isabella's words stung. Not to mention it directed the spotlight on me. And if there's anything that I do not like, it was the attention.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I shouted at the stares that the passersby sent me as I shut the door of my locker quickly and went towards my next class feeling hurt, embarrassed and slightly angry.

Edward's POV

The clock was ticking loudly as I tried to ignore the thoughts surrounding me. Mostly, this week's gossip was him and me so I tuned it all out. I don't care about their theories. Theories meant nothing to me. For the real thing is better than any of those. This week had been, the best week of my existence. And I was sad at thought that it was ending. Perhaps I could think of something to visit him in his house or maybe delay his car's progress so that our leisure walk would last for a few more.

But no I can't do that, what if it rains real hard? He'd catch flu or something and I don't want that. Perhaps I could offer him a ride every morning…though he's too stubborn that I'll know he'd never accept it. Perhaps I could trick him into it. No! He's too smart to be tricked. This is frustrating, but I'll find a way. He's mine after all.

Mine. That thought was…amazing.

Edward Cullen smiling? Damn! Is it because of Evans?

A thought came into my mind. It was from the girl two rows before my desk. Am I smiling? Damn! I haven't even noticed. But what can I do, I…want him…and he's amazing.

He was much more mature than anyone, but his delicate at the same time even though it's hidden in that unreadable mask his putting on, but somehow, as I spend time with him, that mask was starting to wear of, and I caught glimpses of him and it was truly beautiful. He's mine. A possessiveness I hadn't known was there, but I didn't fight it. I just indulge in the truth that it brought.

The clock is ticking and the class was almost starting, and I thought my head was going to explode from anxiety, excitement and worry. Where is he?

And just like that, he arrived…and I gave an inaudible sigh as I watched him and gave of a smile I couldn't help to give.

Yet something felt odd. What is it?

Harry's POV

I entered the class, with a big annoyance and confusion inside my mind. Isabella was just…infuriating. If she had balls and dick, I swear I would have castrated her. But she was a girl, and Hermione taught me well enough to not hurt a girl on a whim. Still it couldn't hide the fact that she was an annoying twat!

When she said Cullen was hers, a big part of me wanted to rip her head off. My magic wanted to blast the stupid brat's head and dust her into pieces. Somehow, a possessive urge for Cullen came inside me, a possessive urge for the vampire. And it's what is fucking frustrating and confusing, which never really helped my current annoyance.

I entered class feeling just like that, I ignored the fact that Cullen was there no matter how hard it is to ignore the dashing vampire. What was happening to me? Why do I feel this way---especially for him. Shit! Is that true? Am I starting to-er-feel for him. But it can't be…he's not…him.

"Something wrong," a velvety voice, and my heart fluttered. I berated myself for acting so…pansy. So taken by everything about Cullen.

You're just a new attraction to him. Something for him to play with.

Isabella's words. How true are they? Somehow, these words are close and distant at the same time. Close because the signs were saying it. Him stiffening when I am close enough, or seemed like he was in agony whenever I'm with him. Distant in all senses because what Cullen does is a far off planet in relation to what he says.

I think I like it more than I should

The vampire's words. Are those true? Somehow a part of me was in bliss at those words. No! This could not be happening. This is blasphemy…a blasphemy to his memory.

"Nothing," I said emotionlessly, I noticed Cullen's eyes quite taken aback by it.

Probably it was for the best. Whatever it is with Cullen, it should stop now. Perhaps he's just interested in me or whatever his action says because like what Isabella said, I'm just a new attraction. Plus, this is getting risky; I'm starting to have a pull toward the vampire…Which is dangerous considering everything. My body reacts around him; my mind went crazy as well as my magic.

All throughout class, I tried my best to ignore the vampire no matter how everything inside me wanted to glimpse, even for a short while. No matter how strong the pull to be near him was…I decided to pull away. Now I know why this week's different. Now I know what change. For so long that I'm lost, now I know one thing. I know that I'm starting to hope, to trust, and to feel secure…and it was because of him. And it scared me…

The bell finally rang, and I packing my bags fast enough so that Cullen wouldn't interrogate me, or whatever he seemed to be planning, but when I finished, Cullen wasn't in sight. Somehow, I'm glad that he's not asking questions---for I don't have the answers. All I wanted was to go home, to my little place of isolation. Oh I forgot. It was Friday, and it means the day wasn't over. It's fucking PE.

Edward's POV

I don't know what happened. We were doing so well, but now, it changes, just like that. What's wrong? Did someone hurt him? I wanted to growl at the thought of someone hurting him again. If it was Newton, I'd swear I wouldn't let it pass this time.

I wanted to remain and hold him close, to demand what it is that's bothering him. I droned out the teacher all the time or the thoughts of everyone nearby as I tried to figure out what was he thinking. I'd give anything to know what he was thinking now---just to alleviate his burden.

Yet somehow, I knew he needed his space, and whatever it is he'd needed I'd provide. No matter how painful it is for me to stay away, I'll stay away, just for this time, so he could have time to think.

Perhaps I should instead find that Newton boy and demand what he'd done to Harry. I'd do just that. I was about to walk and give Newton what he's been looking for since he messed with my mate when someone called me.

"Edward. Wait up!" I froze as I recognize the voice. But it wasn't the voice that caught me, it was the smell. The monster inside me willed itself to attack, but I reined it in.

"Bella," I gave her a curt nod.

"So…where are you up to?" she asked. What does she want?

"To the Gym, I have PE," I said curtly.

"Oh. Umm, Edward, we need to talk," she said. The monster in me groaned in annoyance as it reminded me that I should kill Bella and run immediately to Harry's side---I longed to be with him.

"Bella, I'm sorry. But I'm in a hurry---"

"Was it because of him?"

"Who?"

"Evans," she asked, and I just stood there. What does a gentleman do in this situation?

"Edward please, can't we go back to the way we used to?" I just kept quiet as she inched closer toward me, "Harry can never give you this," she said as she put her lips into mine. I stood there shocked, the monster wanted to drain this human of blood when I heard a gasp. I quickly looked behind me and saw Harry, staring with eyes wide as it started to fill with hurt and then anger and mistrust.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," he said looking down as headed quickly to the exit.

"Harry!" I shouted as I was about to follow him, but Bella held my hand.

"Leave him alone Edward. That's just what that faggot deserves," as soon as I heard her I pulled my hand away quite harshly as I hissed at the girl I once thought I love. "No! You leave him alone!"

I demanded and before she could reply, or before I could do anything violent, I followed after Harry.

Harry's POV

I ran. Why? I don't even know. Somehow it was painful seeing Cullen and Isabella… I shouldn't be feeling this; a part of me knew that Cullen has nothing for me, that Isabella's right all along---that he's just playing with me. That's why I shouldn't be feeling this way, but why then am I…hurt?

Perhaps I was wrong in trusting the vampire, or perhaps this is what one gets as a punishment for hoping.

I was hurt.

There's no other word for it, no rationale why at all. No reservations and I didn't know why the fuck was I in the first place.

I went outside and breathed the fresh air; catching a few breaths as I refused to shed anything for the vampire. Then, having nothing left to do, I went to my PE class.

PE, here in Fork's was usually indoors since the state of weather the town was in. I just realized that it is my first PE class, I only have PE on Fridays and most Fridays I have have been---er…dramatic. So there I was, my first gym experience. My mind was running from Cullen and Isabella and the image I had seen. I tried to suppress the pang of hurt and jealousy it brought me. When I realized that my thoughts were rather…"Culleny" I stopped. I don't want to think of him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I was hit by someone on the shoulder. I look and saw that it was Newton with his gang of cronies smirking, "Watch yourself, faggot"

I rolled my eyes. Great just what I needed. As I headed for the locker rooms and change.

When I went out I almost tipped on my step when I saw Edward-bloody-Cullen wearing his PE uniform and looking at me intensely. Merlin, does he ever have a bad day? Even in this ludicrous uniform he was…sublime. Okay I could not think like that, I looked at the bench and saw Isabella sitting and pretending to read a book. I ignored the pang it brought. It was obvious; he was waiting for her boyfriend. And he was hers, I should put that into my thick skull no matter how hard and painful it is. So with a defiant glare I stayed away when I heard a wind chime giggle. It was that pixie girl, and she was wearing her PE uniform too. I blushed as she eyed me with raised eyebrows.

"Forgive my brother," she said smiling widely, "he's quite…overbearing" she said before she dashed away giggling. It was then that I realized that the rest of the Cullen were watching and waiting in the stands. The blonde was eyeing me like I was the fucking Nazi. I ignored them, and everything Cullen as I listened to the coach.

"Gather round, gather round," He shouted, "Now, today's PE is dodge ball. There's only one Rule in this game…Dodge. Team up."

The class immediately was separated into two teams, I looked at the other team and saw that Newton and his pack of goons were there smirking and looking at me. I smirk myself, payback time. I could feel a hole burning in my back…someone was looking, and I have the idea who but I refused to look back as I saw my target, I heard the wind-chime giggle once again and a growl and my cheeks flushed but I ignored it. Right now, my only focus is that bloody bastard Newton.

The coach blew its whistle and balls came flying out of nowhere, I tried my best to dodge and threw a ball at the same time, and I was pretty good at it.

"Aw," Alice said as she was taken out, though I knew she had done it on purpose. A vampire could dodge a hundred balls. But Edward was still on the game, and somehow the game became brutal as Mike and his cronies seemed to throw the ball full force. I dodged every ball they throw at me and it wasn't long before there was only Edward and I on my team. I looked at him as balls came flying everywhere and saw that he seems to be having a good time at this game. Though why anyone can't notice how graceful he dodged the ball is beyond me. Edward's eyes suddenly grew and before I knew it a ball came flying towards me with a vengeance, and it was going to hit me straight on the face. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, when it didn't come. I opened my eyes and saw that Edward was holding me protectively, his back facing the opponents.

Silence and silent gasps followed us, and for a moment we were seemed frozen in eternity. Edward's hold was tightening and my magic was beating furiously. He put his nose on my hair and smelled longingly. My breathe hitch and my body starts to feel tingly.

"Cullen out," the coach said, but he didn't let go, if anything his hold seemed to tighten more.

"Edward," I whispered, "let me go," I continued as his grip tightened more.

"Edward," I repeated, "please," I said painfully as I find it hard to breathe. That did the trick and Edward let go and walk towards the stand joining his sister. Silence followed, and everyone was eyeing us as nothing can be heard except the drizzle outside.

"What? Game finished?" I asked looking at the teacher.

"Continue," he said as if out of a trance and he blew his whistle.

Mike and his cronies smirk and looked at me fiercely. Okay, how do I dodge this? I thought. When somebody shouts from the stand, "Kill the faggot" it was Bella, her voice distracted me as everyone looked to see where the voice came from and before I regained my composure, balls after balls hit me. I lost my balance as Newton and his cronies continued with the ball assault, as everyone laughed and joined in throwing the ball at me. The teacher blew his whistle shouting "stop!" but no one really cared. All they wanted was to get a piece of the faggot.

There was growl and just like somebody hit the mute button on the remote control, silence can be heard except for Newton whimpering.

I look up and saw Edward holding Newton's neck as Newton was pinned on the wall of the gym. Jasper and the bear-brother Emmett were holding his shoulders trying to stop him, but Edward was looking murderous. If anything his hands seemed to tighten more, as Newton's oxygen was cut off.

"Cullen, Stop this right now!" the Coach Clapp said but Edward was too furious to hear him. Newton looked like he was about to pass out.

Edward's POV

I was furious, how could this stupid human hurt my mate, I know what I'll do, I'd kill this boy, and I wouldn't even drink his blood. I'd smear it into this hall as a reminder that anyone who hurt my mate would pay dearly. Then Isabella would be next, how dare she call him a…a…I can't even say it. I'd kill her too. My thoughts was swarming red as I hold Newton's neck tighter, I relished in the thought that he can't breathe. How dare he?

Emmett and Jasper were standing beside me holding my shoulders. Jasper was sending wave after wave of calmness through me, but I couldn't even feel it. I was supposed to attack because they hurt him. This boy hurt my mate. The monster inside me growled furiously, telling me to snap the boy's head and be done with it. But no, I'd give him a slow, painful death. A lesson this vermin should learn.

Come on man! You'd kill him. Don't do this, you'd scare everyone, you'd scare him.

Edward, calm down!

I'd swear if you'd expose us, I'd kill you myself. I hate to start high school all over again.

Edward!

The thoughts of my siblings came rushing to me, but I don't want it. I want to kill this sorry excuse for a human. No one lays a hand on my mate.

"Cullen, Stop this right now!" Coach Clapp said but I was too furious to hear him.

I couldn't stop, I should kill him.

"Edward," the voice said, cutting through my rage instantly and bringing with it a sort of comfort, "Edward, please let him go," he pleaded holding my hand with those warm hands of his and just like that I let the Newton boy go.

Newton was trying to put much oxygen in his lungs as he tried to stand up straight. When he did, he glared, "What's your problem man? Defending this fag---"I was about to strangle him again, this time with the conviction of just snapping his head and be done with it, when a fist collided with Newton's face.

Newton fell back, and was clutched at the collar by Harry. I was too stunned to even move. Everyone was, including Jasper and Emmett. Even coach Clapp was too stunned to be the authority figure.

"Now listen to me Newton, I was trying to be nice here. I didn't even say anything about you and Isabella's frolicking habits in the storage room, but I'm done being nice. Yes, I'm a cocksucking, pansy faggot, so beware, because if any of you and you're bloody cronies call me names, wreck my car or pushed me in the corridors, I'll find each and everyone one of your arses and FUCK. THEM. STUPID!" He said, "So have a nice day, and oh..," he raised his foot and kick Newton in the balls, "That one was for my car."

He said as he gathered his things leaving me and everyone, vampire or not, stunned.

Harry's POV

I was too furious to even glance backwards or to rethink and dissect anything embarrassing that I must have said, but I didn't care, this stupid day has to end. I should regret being violent, especially in front of everyone. In front of a teacher. But hey, I wouldn't be Harry Potter if I didn't get a single detention. Besides, that felt good.

I snatched my bag closer to me as I headed out of the gym. Outside the air was crisp but I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes, allowing the cold to freeze y lungs. Just then I heard a clapping sound as I turn around and saw a person that made me rooted to every ground imaginable.

"Quite a spectacle there, too lavishly egotistical for my taste though," the voice said in an aristocratic way and that infamously known drawl. I just stood there, stunned at the very core as the person smirked.

"Gotcha, Potter."


A/N: this is a message I sent to my beta. I posted it here, because at the time I wrote this letter, it was how I felt about writing and stuff. And I wanted to be real,

So I'm sharing this to you, My readers.


LedyBug,

I knew I'd say that I would finish Endless first but the image of Edward and Harry kept popping in my head. So I write this chapter---the latest of Forever Dawn.

I know we haven't contacted in a while now nor have I updated any of my stories, I won't be surprised if no one reads this chapter anymore since it's been awhile, but I need to get this out.

Please bear with me. I am working in an area with no computer or Wi-fi that I can't even write nor find the time to update.

I really hope you're still up to beta for me, though like I said, it would take a month or maybe two or maybe who knows? But I don't want to give up writing.

Anyway, I hope your fine and that everything is well.

Always,

CIRDEC

PS: Please send me what you think. I'd been out of the writing loop for quite some time that I don't know if this chapter is good enough. I also accept harsh reviews!


So that's about it my dear readers. Who knows when I'll write again, but I will. So I won't say goodbye because it's really not the end.

Until the next pages…

-CIRDEC