A/N: Yes, my dear readers, SLASH!! SLASH! SLASH! *wow it's the third time I said it!* Newei… The chapter one ( da previous chapter )is really lacking A LOT OF STUFF, YES! I TYPED THAT STUFF FOR like 15-25 minutes or something, before I took a shower the morning I went to school, so here's a bit more explanation of da stuff, explained than none other by Harry himself..!! By the way HEED THIS DAMN WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF TWO BOYS SNOGGING AND BICKERING AS WELL… H/D slash..
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The poor frog we dissected today..
Let's pause for a moment of silence…
Just that you should know 'Another love story' is a subtitle, okay?
Newei..
On with the story…
//Black Balloons//
Another love story:
//A Big Mistake//
The Gryffindor let himself off the Slytherin, a little unstable.
Harry looked from Draco's smirking expression to Ron and Hermione's shocked ones. Hermione had cupped her mouth with her hand; eyes still unblinkingly transfixed unto Draco and Harry, she was clearly in shock and couldn't move at all. Ron was clenching and unclenching his fists, his face turning as red as his hair.
"Look, it's- n-not w-hat you…think," Harry stood up and tried to gain exposure after his brief encounter with his nemesis and keep his voice clear but he was stuttering madly. "We –were just-"
"We were just what, Potter?" Draco asked, a naughty, intriguing smile playing across his pale features. "Explain to me, what we were doing when there were no interruptions earlier. " He stood up gracefully and walked closer to Harry again, his hand gently resting on the other boy's chest. Harry shifted uncomfortably and gazed back at his friends mutely.
This seemed to ignite Ron's anger into points unknown. He shoved Harry away from the Slytherin and punched Draco in the face. ("Ron!" squealed Hermione, now springing back into consciousness, but unable to do anything but gape at her friend in horror.)
Blood gushed out of his nose and Draco ducked unable to maintain stable balance since Ron had just given him such a sharp blow; He grit his teeth in pain; hand cupping the bleeding nose and brows knitted into a scowl transfixed unto the redhead.
Ron's muscles tensed badly, his fist were clenching and unclenching so hard his knuckles turned white; His gaze was cold and his face turned red as his hair, veins throbbing and ready to pounce Malfoy. How dare he touch Harry? How dare he touch *my* Harry? How dare he? He was raging with anger half-expecting Harry to say something or rather do something like punch Malfoy too and half expecting the other boy to respond with his blow..
But then its either hell froze all of a sudden or a remarkable thing befell them..
Draco Malfoy, the one who always gave the biggest, sneakiest comebacks and wittiest retorts, didn't dare touch Ron, let alone gave a threat or any snide remarks. Instead he stared at Harry, blankly, who just stared back at him at the same height.
"Well, then, Weasley," Malfoy said, wiping off the blood from his nose by the back of his hand but still had unconsciously left some quick drying red. "I will bear in mind this day…"
Hermione held Ron by the arm and shook her head when her friend was supposed to give the blonde another punch. Ron shook her hand away and looked at Draco in the eye, ruthlessly. "Do that to Harry again and you'll be regretting you ever stopped foot in Hogwarts! He doesn't like you Malfoy. Let alone want you. Stay away from him from now on if you know what's good for you." He seethed. "Better watch your back from now on, Malfoy.."
'Look who's talking, I bet he read that from a book. Couldn't think his mind could handle such words.'
Draco said nothing and calmly walked towards the door. He stopped, giving Harry a meaningful glance and looked back at Ron again. "Watch your back too, Weasley," He said. "And I'll watch mine." The door gave a loud thud as Draco left the trio.
Silence…
It took a few minutes till finally Hermione broke out the silence. "I thought you said, you'll wait for us, Harry." She said as she sat down the window seat, leaving the two boys at a standing position. "How did you get to share a cabin with Malfoy and end up snogging him?"
Harry gaped at Hermione, at a loss for words. 'I snogged him? Well bloody hell he snogged me! I never even knew he was a fucking homosexual!'
"I didn't snog him." Harry said, casually, sitting across Hermione. (Ron sat by him as usual)
"I never intended to. I offered some candy then he pulled me into a kiss and that was it, you guys came!"
"What I can't understand is that, how you ended up sharing a cabin with Malfoy, And what's with the fucking candy?" Ron asked, annoyed. " And firstly weren't there enough cabins?"
"That was it. There weren't. It's bloody full of first years this year and I can't believe all the cabins' were full already, so I ended up with Malfoy. Offered some candy, felt like doing something… End of story… No questions ask… The candy's spiked by the way.."
Ron was supposed to say something but before any utter of words, Hermione cut in.
"Uhm, Harry." She said. " Speaking of first years, do you guys still remember our first year here? I can't believe it. Seven years.. I remember it so well.. "
"Yup," Ron nodded in agreement. "Remember the time when we first met in this very same cabin Harry, when we were 11?"
Harry smiled. He remembered it clearly; how could he not? He was fresh from those tormenting muggles who raised him. He lived a miserable life (not that his life wasn't miserable up until now) with the Dursleys till he finally got the letter from Hogwarts, saying that he was a wizard and to be enrolled in a magic school. Since then everything had changed for the better. He had met Ron in that very same cabin 7 years ago. He had also met Draco Malfoy. Hermione and Neville.
Draco Malfoy…
The name breezed dreamily into Harry's mind; it also has been seven years since he first met his nemesis in Diagon Alley. Seven years since he first saw those sparkling gray eyes that changed into blue sapphires when you'd push the beholder to his fury. Seven years since he first witnessed an angel with the attitude of a devil snap into his life.
And just then a few minutes, no seconds ago, Draco Malfoy had kissed him. Fully on the lips…
"Harry?" Hermione asked as her friend fell silent for a moment. "Are you okay?"
Harry snapped from his thoughts and bolted back into reality. He pushed the thought of Malfoy away. Angel? Sparkling gray eyes? Foolish.. Crap.. Rubbish…
"I don't think you are okay," Ron said. "I mean with Malfoy, harassing you like that, I wouldn't be surprised if you feel nauseous or something,"
" I feel fine and He wasn't harassing me," Harry said.
"Oh, yes he was!" Ron exclaimed. "Prancing around, kissing and forcing himself to you… I'm disgusted. Wonder what his father would have to say…"
Harry rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't have punched him, Ron. That was being brutal."
"Brutal?!" Ron repeated incredulously. "You think that was brutal? He deserved it, Harry! He kissed you and it was twistedly wrong!"
"Wrong?" Hermione pressed, popping into the conversation. "If it's *love* Ron, you should understand that opposites attract, as they say it. But anyway, what's so wrong about it?"
" It's against, the laws of love." Ron said.
"Since when had there been laws of love?" Harry asked his foolish friend.
"Since I punched that git in the face," Ron said coolly. "And Harry it just couldn't be because, there's someone else for you out there and trust me it's not Malfoy. He's there- your soulmate-but you just couldn't notice that it's him."
"Him?" Hermione and Harry repeated, bewildered.
"Er- Her-it-whatever."
Hermione giggled and Harry slapped Ron playfully on the back, chuckling along.
Ron smiled. You just couldn't notice it, he thought silently. It's me Harry. Your soulmate. We fit together and not you and Malfoy.
A few meters from the laughing lot, stood a young blonde, back resting against the closed cabin door, listening to the trio's laughter…
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Harry Potter's Week
A run through of the whole week…Hmm let's see… rumors that Malfoy and I were *gay* and dating. (Didn't know where that came from) Collin running frantically up to me, apologizing for everything and that *they* (whoever 'they' were) forced it of him… Said it was okay, that Malfoy and I were not dating, I was straight etc..
Told the lad off by the way..
Monday: First Potions class in this school year and I got detention from the fat bastard.. (In his eyes I always do something wrong!) dream, no late me rephrase that, Nightmare about Malfoy and that time in the cabin.. But it played a different scene, I was actually responding to the kiss… (I know I'm never gonna do that) Woke up drenched in sweat, panting.. Didn't DARE tell Ron or Herm.
Tuesday: Found out Hermione's dating Blaise Zabini (Slytherin) and Ron got angry and I had to drag him off to dinner that night. Nightmare AGAIN! The same one only, we were taking our clothes off.. Woke up, horrified.. Drenched in sweat, panting.. Didn't DARE go back to sleep..
Wednesday: Caught Malfoy staring at me in Care of Magical Creatures, freaked out and turned away.. (But he won't stop staring and it annoyed me so much so I tried to ignore it) Nightmare- yes AGAIN.. The very same thing, but this time er- I don't wanna talk about it..
Thursday: Quidditch Practice, got hit by a bludger er-between my legs-er-you know where already! Not funny by the way!
Friday: Got A D- for a Transfigurations essay… Had to do extra credit assignments (I'm planning to let Herm do it but she wouldn't) to lift my grades… NIGHTMARE last night!! ARGH! WHEN WILL THEY STOP! DAMMIT The same scene by the way… And I really don't want to talk about it…It's raining so hard, they cancelled class today.. Anyway, have to head for the library, have extra-credit assignments to do… and that Potions essay due on Monday..
**Draco Malfoy**
I recall the gentle courtesy; you gave me as I tried
To dissemble in politeness all the love I felt inside
And for every song of laughter was another song that cried,
This ain't no easy weekend, this is hard love
It was hard love, every step of the way,
Hard to be so close to you, so hard to turn away,
And when all the stars and sentimental songs dissolved today,
There was nothing left to sing about but hard love
So I loved you for your courage and your gentle sense of shame,
And I loved you for your laughter and your language and your name
And I knew it was impossible, but I loved you just the same
Though the only love I gave you was hard love…
(Harry Potter?-)
I stared at the piece of parchment, re-reading the poem atleast numerous of times. I scribbled away the name below too. I had never told anyone about that day in the train. My father would more or less disown me, if I'd owl him about it. Maybe my Slytherin housemates (Crabbe and Goyle) would do the same thing too. (They heard the rumors but didn't know the facts, I guess they hate me already anyway..)
How the poem I had just wrote came to me, I did not know. Why I wrote it, neither did I know.
People run away from what they really feel. From reality. People run away from things they know is right; things linked to love, hurt and betrayal. Because one thing is true, it hurts in the end.
It's a game of wit and heart. Of body and soul. You risk everything. The dice is rolling.. I am pretty sure I wouldn't stand a chance in it. I would loose. I am not running away from anything, let alone these love-sickness crap. Just merely telling myself I will never fall for the same person who has hurt and humiliated me all my life. Never fall for the same person I thought would be different from others but is truly just another face in the crowd. Never fall for someone who has beaten me in every aspect of life, making me a total failure.
I wasn't, isn't, am not and probably never will be in love and that's for sure. The poem wasn't for Potter or me or anybody. I wrote it for a reason I haven't figured out yet.
The kiss I gave Potter was just a mere play. I felt hungry. (For food and it was not a sexual craving , I tell you) And Potter tempted me. I don't know what made me do it. I felt like doing it, I guess. I wondered how it would feel like to kiss someone. I have never been kissed nor touched nor anything. And I was curious of how it felt like. I wanted to feel what others feel-love. But still, I tell you, I am not running away from anything. Not even Potter.
It's a simple as knowing the back of my hand; though I had never paid much attention to it. Or it may be as complicated as my father is, what with all the things going on inside his head.
Maybe I feel what others feel and don't have to be different anymore. Maybe I'll get to have someone for me after all. And that someone might be-No. It couldn't be him. It's wrong. Twistedly wrong. Or maybe I'm just becoming Paranoid because of that kiss..
I'm messed up and I know I don't make any sense. I didn't know why I kissed Potter. I'm not a fucking fag for God's sake. I felt drawn to his Goddamn eyes! Those deep pools of green were so mellow and intriguing that I felt the whole world stop for a brief moment and find myself seeing nothing but him. Then it happened. My lips didn't follow my command, but they were stubborn and made me do what I did. (Really strange I know but it's true)… I didn't know how or why it happened. Could it be I am in love?
I made a big mistake of not touching Weasley too when he punched me in the face. It hurt a lot, my nose bled. I wanted to hurt him more too. I was supposed to. But Potter stared. He stared at me and suddenly I couldn't do it. Why? He hasn't over-powered me has he, you ask-? I'm bloody sure not. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. Neither could I explain why.. The last time, I found myself staring at the git! And he stared back… Why do I feel like this? I'm confused. So confused. I am suddenly engrossed in feelings I had never knew existed. I wanted to be in love, yes and have that special someone but I never knew it was this complicated. Especially when I think I'm feeling something for my worst enemy…
Attraction? Admiration? Love? Okay, erase that. I'm getting sick of that word. I am not in love with him..
But..
It's his eyes. His smile. His voice. His innocence. His courage. Everything.
Everyone thinks I'm just this blonde rich kid who doesn't feel anything but hate and loathing for a certain person named Harry Potter and maybe just for everyone else. Just another one of those God-dammed, half-assed, jerks trying to make their lives worthwhile but couldn't. But maybe I can. Maybe they're wrong.. Or Am I just depending on fiction and not the fact?
I grumbled and slid the piece of parchment back into my Potions notebook. I better not drown myself in mindless, confusing thoughts of my life, Potter and his eyes and his smile, his voice… *Okay stop it now, Draco old boy. Potter should not be the center of your attention* I sighed, exasperated, raking a hand through my hair.
It was raining hard outside, the rain droplets thundering down like tiny bullets from the sky; Classes have been canceled and right now I have better things to do like head for the library to borrow a book for my Potions essay…
Maybe that would ease my troubled mind. I hope it would. Even my thoughts are confusing me already.
Oh, God, maybe I am in love with my nemesis!!
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Harry Got up and closed his notebook for a moment. He never considered it a diary since he just wrote his daily experiences, emotionless and that was it.
The Gryffindor common room was mildly empty and quiet. Ron and Hermione were somewhere else Harry didn't know nor didn't want to. Luckily they were away. He could use some time alone. He needed to think. About the week. Sirius. About Malfoy. His Potions essay. His Transfiguration essay. Malfoy. His invisibility cloak that Hermione borrowed to sneak out and see Blaise.
Malfoy??
Okay maybe a lot of things but probably not Malfoy..
Harry shook his head. He could never figure out that Slytherin.
The first years of Hogwarts and he was tormenting him, then after 6 years he was prancing around, snogging him all the way. But..
Why did he do that? What made him do it? "I'm hungry but for a different thing.." ?
As if.
Harry had been having nightmares about the boy already and he hated them a lot, nevertheless didn't want them to turn into reality. But he never dared nor attempted telling it to Ron/Hermione. It probably might spark Ron's fury even more, causing him making more riots and rumors and Hermione just might theorize that he was gay.
Harry stood up and grabbed his books , a piece of parchment and his quill. It was time to move one to business. His studies. After all, Malfoy wasn't his first priority was it?
Draco's footsteps echoed thorough the hall, although there were usually kids bustling in and out of the corridors in that very same route, it surprised the young Malfoy that today was an exemption. Not a soul was in sight. And Draco was glad that atleast, Crabbe, Pansy and Goyle weren't spying on him again, thinking he was making dumb excuses just to go out and see Harry. The fact that the rumors that he and Harry were going out together (deriving from their brief encounter in the train) spread (by Collin Creevey) or rather reached the school far and wide like a very annoying wild fire, had both worried and annoyed the young Slytherin. A lot of people, even those he didn't even recognize, questioned him how he bagged the famous boy who lived, slapping him playfully on the back and giving him little winks but Draco just simply told them off and said they weren't dating, really and that was all a misunderstanding . (No one listened of course and they just processed the old story better than they did his.)
But, although how much Draco hated to admit it, the rumors would sometimes make him smile to himself whenever he was alone. He and Harry were the talk of the school up until now. Everyone thinks they were a couple. (except the teachers most probably)Everyone thinks they were in love. That they were touching..each other. And it gave Draco that tingling sensation inside. He had to admit, he was attracted to Harry a bit.
Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Maybe Collin wasn't that of any annoying little git…
Draco pushed the doors of the library open, scanning the inside thoroughly for any sign of Potter. Good. Only a few first years. Atleast Draco could be spared the humiliation of having to talk or rather see the person he so suddenly kissed. And secondly, it was his fault anyway, that now people thought they were dating.
Draco sighed and sat in his usual place in the library, the dark corner near the window, propping open his Potions notebook...
Harry walked towards the doors of the library, pushed it to slide in and gave a little smile to Madam Pince who nodded at him to the direction of the usual spot, he asked the old lady to save for him. The Gryffindor left his books on a circular table and went to get a book from the shelves.
Harry ran a hand through his tousled, jet-black hair, tousling it even more. He scanned the ledges for anything dealing with turning an animagus back into its human form. He ran a finger through the dusty book jackets, subconsciously, walking to the other side of the shelf. When atlast, Harry got what he searched for, he took the book from its place and propped it open, scanning a few pages of it.
"Potter?" Harry looked up to meet the eyes of a young blonde Slytherin. "What are you doing here?"
"Getting a reference for an assignment," Harry replied, closing the book. "Were you following me!?"
Gray eyes grew wide in bewilderment. "WHAT?!" Draco spat. "You think I'm following you? Don't be naive, Potter, it isn't you who only has priorities in this world. I have to research about some things too, you know. And secondly, I'm not stalking you around like some lunatic who has just broken free from St. Mungo's!"
Harry raised his arms to his defense to get off Draco's case. "Okay, fine" He said. "Geez. I'm sorry."
Draco's face relaxed a bit.
He looked down on his shoes for a moment. "By the way... I-..I apologize for the other day at the train," Draco said in a whisper barely audible. "I know how it must've cost you your reputation but—"
"Nah, It's all right. I think I should apologize too, I mean, Ron has punched you in the face and I guess it probably hurt and I did nothing but just stand there." Draco looked up at Harry, shocked at what he had just said.
"I don't blame you," Draco said. "It was my fault. And I'm—"
"I'm Sorry" They both spoke at the same time.
Draco stepped closer, filling the small gap between him and Harry. Their lips were almost touching and their eyes locked to each other's. "Malfoy I'm really--"
Then it happened, again, like a sudden adrenaline coursing though each boy's body. Their lips met in a gentle yet passionate manner, Draco's arms encircling around Harry's neck, pulling him closer.
Harry was worried for a moment as he let what was just happening, process in his mind. He was kissing Draco Malfoy! But it was ironic that although how much wrong it was, it felt strangely right, like the world didn't matter anymore, like he could just forget everything and—
Harry pulled away. "Oh, my God!" He gasped, eyeing the other boy who seemed annoyed that he stopped suddenly. "I am so sorry. I- I-"
"No, Harry it's okay,"
"Oh, my God, don't- don't call me that!" Harry said, stuttering.
"Well, it's your name isn't it?" Draco seemed both very annoyed and angry.
"Look," Harry frantically ran his hand though his hair. "Don't tell anyone this has ever happened. It was all just a big mistake! Nothing has happened here, Malfoy. Nothing!"
Draco couldn't talk for a moment as Harry stealthily walked away from him, gathered his books and headed out of the library. Just a big mistake?
He felt his eyes water with tears for a reason he did not know.
It felt painful for a reason.
Was he really in love with Harry?
Draco bit his lower lip, his eyes starting to burn with tears.
Why had it hurt when Harry denied the fact that he had kissed him? It shouldn't even touch a sensitive nerve in Draco's body, for God' sake! Was he really in love with the boy who lived and defeated the Dark Lord numerous times?
Draco then gathered up his things and headed out the library, forgetting his intention there in the first place. He pulled out a piece of Parchment from his Potions notebook.
"I recall the gentle courtesy; you gave me as I tried
To dissemble in politeness all the love I felt inside
And for every song of laughter was another song that cried,
This ain't no easy week-end, this is hard love"
Draco stared at the paper for a moment. Or maybe like Harry said, It was all a big mistake. Draco let go of the parchment, letting it flutter in the air and finally dropping to the floor of the empty hallway…
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A/N: Oh man, this is so confusing, cheesy and mushy right? 'We fit together' Isn't that O-town's new single or something? Newei… I am sorry for making Harry call Snape a bastard, for letting Harry be hit in the you-know-where by a bludger (didn't know how that happened) and for letting Draco be punched in the nose…!!!! SORRY! Oh, did I spell 'Collin" right? Really confused here. Ron's gay too (Not Rupert Grint F.Y.I.) by the way but Herm's covering for him.. Oh. Damn. I gave the plot. Newei…
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The so-called 'POEM' Draco composed wasn't really a poem written by him or me. I was reading this book called ^Hard Love^ and on the back page there was this quote/lyrics or whatsoever written there and I figured it was kinda cool to put em' on this chapter and so I did.
It's owned, I think by: Bob Franke.
1982 Telephone Pole Music © something..
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'Himeko Himura' this is your idea by the way. The part when Ron beats Malfoy up. Anyway, thanx for the idea!
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