Ooh, lookie, a third chapter. For someone who hates fics that are broken
into chapters, I've sure got enough of 'em, huh? (Chapters that is, not
fics.) Je suis hypocrite. Wow, guess French class paid off. Anyway, this is
the last one. I think.
Notes to a couple people who reviewed:
Coolinb-no, I'm not a Barenaked Ladies fan. I just said in the introduction that they're my favorite band. ^_^
Cindy (Guess Who)-That anything like You-Know-Who?
A note on the note: It's supposed to be whichever tower they have Divination in. I forgot which one it was, so I guessed :)
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Call And Answer-Chapter 3
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It had been several days since the incident in the forest. Things were, for the most part, back to normal in both Draco's and Harry's lives. Madam Pomfrey had been able to fix Draco up quite easily, and he had spent a very short time in the hospital wing. Everyone had been eager to hear what had happened, exactly, since they had both been missed overnight. They had told everyone the truth, with a few details left out. There was a sort of tacit agreement between them that neither one would mention those details, under penalty of death.
The only real difference was that Draco and Harry were now avoiding each other like the plague, not quite sure how to act around each other. Neither one could bring themselves to be their usual hateful selves, but their friends would be a bit suspicious, to say the least, if they suddenly began acting friendly toward each other. So they stayed away from each other.
Harry, however, was beginning to think there was another reason Draco was avoiding him. He had a feeling the other boy was still trying to figure out what to do about what had happened when they were together in the forest. Harry had been wondering about it himself. He knew there was a very good chance it would never go any farther between them. But, he had decided, if that was the case, it would be nice at least to know it. He decided the moment he could find Draco without either of their friends around, they were going to have a serious discussion about this.
The problem was, between Ron, Hermione, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, who was now hanging all over Draco even more so than usual, it was nearly impossible to catch Draco alone without any of them around. And even if they had managed to run into each other without their friends around somehow, finding a place to talk in private would have been next to impossible as well. Finally Harry gave up the idea of trying to catch Draco alone. They were sitting in Potions, supposedly taking notes. Harry pulled out a blank piece of parchment and hurriedly scribbled,
Draco,
Meet me tonight at midnight in the North tower. We need to talk.
1 Harry
He carefully folded the parchment into a neat square, and made sure to be the first one up when the bell rang so that he could drop the note in Draco's lap as he walked out. Then there was nothing to do but wait, and hope that Draco would show up.
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Harry leaned against the wall in the North Tower, gazing out the window into the blackness. His watch read 12:17, and he was beginning to think Draco wasn't going to show. Then he heard steps on the stairs, and Draco's head came into view, followed by the rest of him. He was breathing hard.
"Why did you ask me to meet you all the way up here?"
"Less people around that could hear us," Harry replied. "The only person up here at this time of night is Professor Trelawney, and she should be asleep."
"So," said Draco, leaning against the windowsill, already knowing the answer to his question, "what did you want to talk to me about?"
"About...well, what happened the other nght."
Draco waited.
"I just wanted you to know, that, well, it was kind of a weird situation, and we were both a little out of it, I think, and, well, what I'm trying to say is, of course it was just a one-time thing, just something that happened in the heat of the moment, or whatever, and I just wanted you to know, I don't expect it to go any farther than that..."
Draco had tuned out Harry's babbling by this point. He should have known it was too good to be true. He could feel tears building up behind his eyes, and he wanted to get away from here before they could fall. He had shown his emotions to Harry once before, and it had gotten him nowhere. He would not make that mistake again. Harry was still going on. Draco briefly considered simply running off, back down the stairs to the Slytherin dorms, but no, Harry would surely follow him. Suddenly, one sentence drew his attention back to what Harry was saying.
"-that is, unless you want this to become something more. I mean, it's all up to you..."
Here Harry trailed off at last, looking at him expectantly. Draco wasn't sure he'd heard correctly, but what else could he have said. He opened his mouth and closed it again a couple of times, no words coming to mind. Then he did the only thing he could think of. He flung himself into Harry's arms, sobbing.
It was the last thing Harry had expected, and, unsure of what to do, he simply held Draco against him, stroking his beautiful, silver-blond hair.
"What's wrong?" he asked at last.
Draco looked up, tears still glistening on his cheeks.
"I thought...you didn't want to be with me. I thought you wanted it to be a one-time only thing, like you said. I mean, I never would have expected..."
"That I would want you the same way you want me? That...I would...love you?"
Now Draco was sure he had heard wrong. "Wha...you...I..." he realized he was babbling like an idiot. Harry realized it too, and shut him up with a passionate kiss.
"I love you," he repeated, holding Draco close to him.
"I love you, too," Draco whispered.
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From the author: Wow, that was certainly sappy! I don't know where half of that came from. I am *not* a sappy person at all! Maybe I've been possessed by my friend Misty ("Silly!""Sappy!""Silly!""Sappy!" Lol, long story.). As for the chapters, I lied again! There's gonna be at least one more chapter, in which they come out of the closet, or something (I happen to hate that term. I'm not sure why. Besides the fact that it reminds me of Lorien's "Coming Out of the Closet" which I am unable to think of without cracking up. You should really read it.) And if you're wondering why Draco is so damn insecure in this fic, it's because I like him that way. I know it's a bit out of character, but hey, no one acts like themselves when they're in love. He will continue being insecure in the next chapter. Well. Review!
Notes to a couple people who reviewed:
Coolinb-no, I'm not a Barenaked Ladies fan. I just said in the introduction that they're my favorite band. ^_^
Cindy (Guess Who)-That anything like You-Know-Who?
A note on the note: It's supposed to be whichever tower they have Divination in. I forgot which one it was, so I guessed :)
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Call And Answer-Chapter 3
~*~*~*~
It had been several days since the incident in the forest. Things were, for the most part, back to normal in both Draco's and Harry's lives. Madam Pomfrey had been able to fix Draco up quite easily, and he had spent a very short time in the hospital wing. Everyone had been eager to hear what had happened, exactly, since they had both been missed overnight. They had told everyone the truth, with a few details left out. There was a sort of tacit agreement between them that neither one would mention those details, under penalty of death.
The only real difference was that Draco and Harry were now avoiding each other like the plague, not quite sure how to act around each other. Neither one could bring themselves to be their usual hateful selves, but their friends would be a bit suspicious, to say the least, if they suddenly began acting friendly toward each other. So they stayed away from each other.
Harry, however, was beginning to think there was another reason Draco was avoiding him. He had a feeling the other boy was still trying to figure out what to do about what had happened when they were together in the forest. Harry had been wondering about it himself. He knew there was a very good chance it would never go any farther between them. But, he had decided, if that was the case, it would be nice at least to know it. He decided the moment he could find Draco without either of their friends around, they were going to have a serious discussion about this.
The problem was, between Ron, Hermione, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, who was now hanging all over Draco even more so than usual, it was nearly impossible to catch Draco alone without any of them around. And even if they had managed to run into each other without their friends around somehow, finding a place to talk in private would have been next to impossible as well. Finally Harry gave up the idea of trying to catch Draco alone. They were sitting in Potions, supposedly taking notes. Harry pulled out a blank piece of parchment and hurriedly scribbled,
Draco,
Meet me tonight at midnight in the North tower. We need to talk.
1 Harry
He carefully folded the parchment into a neat square, and made sure to be the first one up when the bell rang so that he could drop the note in Draco's lap as he walked out. Then there was nothing to do but wait, and hope that Draco would show up.
~*~*~*~
Harry leaned against the wall in the North Tower, gazing out the window into the blackness. His watch read 12:17, and he was beginning to think Draco wasn't going to show. Then he heard steps on the stairs, and Draco's head came into view, followed by the rest of him. He was breathing hard.
"Why did you ask me to meet you all the way up here?"
"Less people around that could hear us," Harry replied. "The only person up here at this time of night is Professor Trelawney, and she should be asleep."
"So," said Draco, leaning against the windowsill, already knowing the answer to his question, "what did you want to talk to me about?"
"About...well, what happened the other nght."
Draco waited.
"I just wanted you to know, that, well, it was kind of a weird situation, and we were both a little out of it, I think, and, well, what I'm trying to say is, of course it was just a one-time thing, just something that happened in the heat of the moment, or whatever, and I just wanted you to know, I don't expect it to go any farther than that..."
Draco had tuned out Harry's babbling by this point. He should have known it was too good to be true. He could feel tears building up behind his eyes, and he wanted to get away from here before they could fall. He had shown his emotions to Harry once before, and it had gotten him nowhere. He would not make that mistake again. Harry was still going on. Draco briefly considered simply running off, back down the stairs to the Slytherin dorms, but no, Harry would surely follow him. Suddenly, one sentence drew his attention back to what Harry was saying.
"-that is, unless you want this to become something more. I mean, it's all up to you..."
Here Harry trailed off at last, looking at him expectantly. Draco wasn't sure he'd heard correctly, but what else could he have said. He opened his mouth and closed it again a couple of times, no words coming to mind. Then he did the only thing he could think of. He flung himself into Harry's arms, sobbing.
It was the last thing Harry had expected, and, unsure of what to do, he simply held Draco against him, stroking his beautiful, silver-blond hair.
"What's wrong?" he asked at last.
Draco looked up, tears still glistening on his cheeks.
"I thought...you didn't want to be with me. I thought you wanted it to be a one-time only thing, like you said. I mean, I never would have expected..."
"That I would want you the same way you want me? That...I would...love you?"
Now Draco was sure he had heard wrong. "Wha...you...I..." he realized he was babbling like an idiot. Harry realized it too, and shut him up with a passionate kiss.
"I love you," he repeated, holding Draco close to him.
"I love you, too," Draco whispered.
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From the author: Wow, that was certainly sappy! I don't know where half of that came from. I am *not* a sappy person at all! Maybe I've been possessed by my friend Misty ("Silly!""Sappy!""Silly!""Sappy!" Lol, long story.). As for the chapters, I lied again! There's gonna be at least one more chapter, in which they come out of the closet, or something (I happen to hate that term. I'm not sure why. Besides the fact that it reminds me of Lorien's "Coming Out of the Closet" which I am unable to think of without cracking up. You should really read it.) And if you're wondering why Draco is so damn insecure in this fic, it's because I like him that way. I know it's a bit out of character, but hey, no one acts like themselves when they're in love. He will continue being insecure in the next chapter. Well. Review!