The Morning After
A/N: Thank you wonderful, wonderful people who reviewed! You're comments made me so happy. Luckily, you liked it cuz I already started the next part. Rest assured I am working on a plot. It's coming!
Thanks to:
Ron,Scarlette,Adelina, AnimeGirl, Lauren (special props for mentioning what you liked best),Mara, Krissy, Cali(you have no idea how happy I was to read your comment. You made my day!) CrystalStarGuardian, and minx(special props to you too).
Draco has kindly agreed to take over for this part. I have eagerly agreed because my original one was kind of weak after the first part.
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In broad daylight, last night's events seemed impossible. Even in the moonlight, last nights events had seemed impossible. Halfway through the first kiss, I realized that I wasn't dreaming. I took a peek through my long lashes. It was Harry Potter! Harry Potter was kissing me. What surprised me even more was that I hadn't pulled away from Harry. Unlike Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter kissing me wasn't something I dreamed about. Well, okay, maybe once, but even after that, I had woken up repulsed. I had been extra nasty to Harry and his friends for two weeks because of it. But when it actually happened, I was anything but repulsed. I was about as far from it as one can get without going full circle. At first I was scared that someone would wake up and see this. God, what a story that would make! Can you imagine? I could see the headline:
Boy Who Lived Found in Arms of Former Death Eater's Son
I didn't care. The worst thing I could think of by far was that Harry would disappear into the night and leave me.
I had kissed Harry Potter -in this bed -the previous night. I could still taste him on my lips. I liked it. I liked everything about last night. It was hard to believe. I had had my tongue in Harry's mouth. I had had Harry's robe down around his waist. I was absolutely furious at the person who had stirred last night. When I found out who it was... I smiled wickedly to myself. I would've liked to see how far I could've gone with Harry before his nearly unforgivable modesty kicked in.
"What are you smiling about, Draco?" Goyle asked me. I started, incredibly angry with Goyle for interrupting my thoughts.
"Nothing," I snapped.
Breakfast was a special kind of torture. I could see Harry, but he seemed so far away. I could still taste Harry on my lips, smell him on my skin, and hear him whispering in my ear. "Draco? What's wrong? You're not eating," said Pansy. I sighed.
"Nothing," I replied, stabbing at my waffles. I couldn't eat. I wasn't hungry in the slightest, at least not for food. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss Harry and how the hell I was going to get through Potions.
Potions was horrible. Snape was in a particular vindictive mood and it gave me no pleasure to see him pounce on Harry, especially since I wanted to do all the pouncing. Snape was all over Harry about the slightest little flaw in his potion- a flaw that was completely fixable. Had he always been this cruel to Harry? Why hadn't I noticed before? Why was I all of a sudden so disturbed by it? I couldn't stand it anymore. I "accidentally" spilled an entire bottle of Goblin blood into my potion. The result was that my cauldron was instantly vaporized and caustic ooze spilled onto the stone floor, eating into it. Everyone ran out of the dungeons. I managed to grab Harry and give him a quick peck in the confusion. "How do you like my distraction?" I asked, grinning evilly.
"You did that on purpose?" Harry gasped. I nodded.
"For you," I added. Harry blushed. God, he was cute.
"What was that?" Snape demanded. His eyes flashed angrily, however I had never been afraid of Snape, so his look was lost on me. It worked wonders on Longbottom, who turned incredible pale and was practically a little puddle on the floor due to his astonishing lack of spine.
"It was my fault, sir," I replied. "I'm feeling a bit under the weather and I sneezed. I added a bit too much Goblin blood." The anger vanished from Snape's eyes. Thank goodness the man liked me for some reason.
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Since it was an accident, no points will be deducted from your house," he sighed. I winked at Harry.
Looking back on behavior during those days following the first kiss, I am often amused. I was completely unlike myself. All my previous hatred of Harry had been forgotten in favor of the thrill that his lips sent trough my body. I found myself dreaming about the two of us, dreams that made me blush when I remembered them and blanch when I though about making them a reality. Of course all I had were dreams. I had not touched Harry since my disaster in Potions. The small kiss I had given Harry only had the effect of making me more miserable by reminding me of how soft his lips were.
By the third day, I was a mess. People actually started avoiding me (more than they usually did). Even Pansy didn't bug me as much. I was very moody and irritable. I heard Crabbe whisper to Goyle, "If I didn't know better, I'd think Draco had a bad case of PMS." This made me smile. That insult took some thought, something that I had not thought Crabbe capable of. I quickly returned to my thoughts, which centered on one thing: Harry. His face was so childlike, trusting and innocent. You would think someone who has been killed nearly five times in his life would be sick of it. Not Harry. He was refreshingly, even annoyingly optimistic. And his eyes! Argh! How his eyes tortured me! When I looked into his eyes, I saw a thirst for life that could never be filled- or was that thirst for me? Wow, the egotism of that thought surprised even me. Still, there had to be a reason he sneaked into my dorm. There had to be a reason he had kissed me. Was the thirst in his eyes for me? I couldn't handle it anymore. This was driving me up a wall and back. I had to see him.
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I hoped you liked it, dahlings. Thank you once more for your kind reviews. I'll try to get the next part posted ASAP. Maybe even later today. Keep reviewing, please. Kind words are vitamins for the soul, ere I can say my soul is well-fortified. (Like that one? I made it up especially for you people!)
Luv ya-
Silver
A/N: Thank you wonderful, wonderful people who reviewed! You're comments made me so happy. Luckily, you liked it cuz I already started the next part. Rest assured I am working on a plot. It's coming!
Thanks to:
Ron,Scarlette,Adelina, AnimeGirl, Lauren (special props for mentioning what you liked best),Mara, Krissy, Cali(you have no idea how happy I was to read your comment. You made my day!) CrystalStarGuardian, and minx(special props to you too).
Draco has kindly agreed to take over for this part. I have eagerly agreed because my original one was kind of weak after the first part.
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In broad daylight, last night's events seemed impossible. Even in the moonlight, last nights events had seemed impossible. Halfway through the first kiss, I realized that I wasn't dreaming. I took a peek through my long lashes. It was Harry Potter! Harry Potter was kissing me. What surprised me even more was that I hadn't pulled away from Harry. Unlike Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter kissing me wasn't something I dreamed about. Well, okay, maybe once, but even after that, I had woken up repulsed. I had been extra nasty to Harry and his friends for two weeks because of it. But when it actually happened, I was anything but repulsed. I was about as far from it as one can get without going full circle. At first I was scared that someone would wake up and see this. God, what a story that would make! Can you imagine? I could see the headline:
Boy Who Lived Found in Arms of Former Death Eater's Son
I didn't care. The worst thing I could think of by far was that Harry would disappear into the night and leave me.
I had kissed Harry Potter -in this bed -the previous night. I could still taste him on my lips. I liked it. I liked everything about last night. It was hard to believe. I had had my tongue in Harry's mouth. I had had Harry's robe down around his waist. I was absolutely furious at the person who had stirred last night. When I found out who it was... I smiled wickedly to myself. I would've liked to see how far I could've gone with Harry before his nearly unforgivable modesty kicked in.
"What are you smiling about, Draco?" Goyle asked me. I started, incredibly angry with Goyle for interrupting my thoughts.
"Nothing," I snapped.
Breakfast was a special kind of torture. I could see Harry, but he seemed so far away. I could still taste Harry on my lips, smell him on my skin, and hear him whispering in my ear. "Draco? What's wrong? You're not eating," said Pansy. I sighed.
"Nothing," I replied, stabbing at my waffles. I couldn't eat. I wasn't hungry in the slightest, at least not for food. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss Harry and how the hell I was going to get through Potions.
Potions was horrible. Snape was in a particular vindictive mood and it gave me no pleasure to see him pounce on Harry, especially since I wanted to do all the pouncing. Snape was all over Harry about the slightest little flaw in his potion- a flaw that was completely fixable. Had he always been this cruel to Harry? Why hadn't I noticed before? Why was I all of a sudden so disturbed by it? I couldn't stand it anymore. I "accidentally" spilled an entire bottle of Goblin blood into my potion. The result was that my cauldron was instantly vaporized and caustic ooze spilled onto the stone floor, eating into it. Everyone ran out of the dungeons. I managed to grab Harry and give him a quick peck in the confusion. "How do you like my distraction?" I asked, grinning evilly.
"You did that on purpose?" Harry gasped. I nodded.
"For you," I added. Harry blushed. God, he was cute.
"What was that?" Snape demanded. His eyes flashed angrily, however I had never been afraid of Snape, so his look was lost on me. It worked wonders on Longbottom, who turned incredible pale and was practically a little puddle on the floor due to his astonishing lack of spine.
"It was my fault, sir," I replied. "I'm feeling a bit under the weather and I sneezed. I added a bit too much Goblin blood." The anger vanished from Snape's eyes. Thank goodness the man liked me for some reason.
"Fine, Mr. Malfoy. Since it was an accident, no points will be deducted from your house," he sighed. I winked at Harry.
Looking back on behavior during those days following the first kiss, I am often amused. I was completely unlike myself. All my previous hatred of Harry had been forgotten in favor of the thrill that his lips sent trough my body. I found myself dreaming about the two of us, dreams that made me blush when I remembered them and blanch when I though about making them a reality. Of course all I had were dreams. I had not touched Harry since my disaster in Potions. The small kiss I had given Harry only had the effect of making me more miserable by reminding me of how soft his lips were.
By the third day, I was a mess. People actually started avoiding me (more than they usually did). Even Pansy didn't bug me as much. I was very moody and irritable. I heard Crabbe whisper to Goyle, "If I didn't know better, I'd think Draco had a bad case of PMS." This made me smile. That insult took some thought, something that I had not thought Crabbe capable of. I quickly returned to my thoughts, which centered on one thing: Harry. His face was so childlike, trusting and innocent. You would think someone who has been killed nearly five times in his life would be sick of it. Not Harry. He was refreshingly, even annoyingly optimistic. And his eyes! Argh! How his eyes tortured me! When I looked into his eyes, I saw a thirst for life that could never be filled- or was that thirst for me? Wow, the egotism of that thought surprised even me. Still, there had to be a reason he sneaked into my dorm. There had to be a reason he had kissed me. Was the thirst in his eyes for me? I couldn't handle it anymore. This was driving me up a wall and back. I had to see him.
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I hoped you liked it, dahlings. Thank you once more for your kind reviews. I'll try to get the next part posted ASAP. Maybe even later today. Keep reviewing, please. Kind words are vitamins for the soul, ere I can say my soul is well-fortified. (Like that one? I made it up especially for you people!)
Luv ya-
Silver