A/N: Hello, m'dears! I really, really should be working on my other HP fan fic, but I can't stop this one!!! Thank you very much for your kind comments and compliments. I could breathe again once I knew that you liked part three! I'm glad you feel it keeps getting better and better. I was fearing the opposite.
Thank yous to: Raggona, Krissy, netty, Sweet Eowyn, Mizery(I read pretty when you cry and loved it.) and everyone reading this right now.
For those of you who skipped part three: Harry woke Neville up in his... excitement, for lack of a better word. Neville goes back to sleep. Harry calls Draco evil, but says he loves him for it.
Harry has offered to share his POV- he felt it wasn't fair that Draco got to tell part of his own story when it was Harry who got things started.
P.S. This is a kind of a flashback.
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Part Four
I smiled and stroked the place where his head had lain on the pillow. I was content. The lump in my chest was gone. That awful hunger was satiated for the time being. I realized that at that point there should be a voice inside my head screaming "You let Draco Malfoy do WHAT? He put his hands WHERE? ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND?" That part of me, however, had up and left a while ago. Apparently, losing one's mind was a prerequisite for being attracted to Draco.
It had started innocently enough. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought it would have ended up like this- Well alright, maybe in my wildest, but let's not get into that. Back to my story. Neville was absent from Potions due to some sort of accident. No one could say precisely what. I suspected from spasms of mischievous glee flitting across Draco's face that he was somehow responsible. Of course when the time came to break into pairs, he and I were the only two people left.
I sat down next to him without a word. Already I had had a terrible day. Peeves had waited for me to step on the rug outside the entrance to the dungeons and yanked it out from under me. Quite unfortunately for me, I had gone tumbling down the steps and landed in a heap right in front of Snape's classroom. At least the door was closed. That meant nobody had witnessed my humiliating and wondrously ungraceful descent down the stairs.This was the bitter icing on top of the cake. I was too breathless and sore to say anything to Draco.
He felt differently. "'Lo, Potter," he said quietly. I was amazed.
"What? No insults?"
"I'm in a very good humor today." Poor Neville! Whatever Draco did to him must have been horrible.
"You? In a good humor?" If I weren't in pain, I would've laughed.
"Why can't I be?"
"I've seen your family. I'm pretty certain there's a Malfoy family rule that forbids being happy without first causing acute suffering," I replied grouchily. He laughed, not a snicker, but an honest laugh.
"H'm. I dare say you're right. The rule book's so thick, I generally use it as a step stool."
"Is it really?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
"It's about this big," he said, gesturing with his arms to indicate a rather large book about six inches high.
"How do they expect you to live up to all that?"
"I don't know," he replied softly.
We lapsed into an awkward silence, aware that we had just had our first conversation. He turned his attention to the potion we were supposed to be brewing. I watched him as he carefully measured and added ingredients. His lips pursed in thought and his normal unpleasant look was replaced with one of pure concentration. "He's actually cute without that smirk," I thought to myself. Where did THAT come from? A non-insulting thought about Draco Malfoy? I must've developed a concussion on the way down the stairs. I immediately dismissed it as a random though that would pass, but it didn't. It was just a starting point.
I was irresistibly drawn to stare at him. He didn't notice. He was too busy with the potion. "Stir it, Potter," he said. I did, very carefully. I had a feeling he'd kill me if I messed it up after all the hard work he'd done. He went to add the unicorn hair to the potion. I grabbed his wrist gently. He looked at me in astonishment. "That goes in last. I was paying attention for that part," I explained. He gently tugged his hand free and nodded.
Snape came over and looked at our potion. Being that close to Snape always made me feel all warm and nauseous inside. I noted with surprise that Draco didn't look too pleased either. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. Unlike everyone else, you got the potion right. The calming potion should not be bubbling and frothing. It should be glassy and smooth. Five points to Slytherin- and Gryffindor," Snape said sounding extremely pained to have to say that last bit. "You are dismissed."
"Nice job, Potter. Couldn't have done it without me," Draco said.
"Have you ever even heard of modesty?"
"What do I have to be modest about? I'm perfect."
"Yeah, perfectly annoying," I retorted. He grinned and dashed off, leaving me with a strange fluttering in my stomach.
^_^
"Oh, God, this isn't happening. This is NOT happening!" I moaned, banging my head against a wall. Maybe I figured that if a concussion caused all this, another one would undo it. No such luck. I continued banging my head anyway."Why me? Of all people, why me? Why him? Anybody but him!" I gave up on the wall. It was giving me nothing but a headache.
Over the past week or so I had found myself becoming attracted to Draco Malfoy. It had absolutely nothing to do with his personality. I knew that. I still couldn't stand to hear him speak. I was *physically* attracted to Draco Malfoy. I *wanted* him. I had fleeting thoughts that had no business being in my head. In fact, I just had one of them. "Is that even possible?" I whispered. "No, never mind if it's possible. It's not happening. This is never, ever going to happen-" *Why not?* asked a little voice in my head. "Why not! Why not! This is Malfoy we're talking about..." I trailed off, realizing that I was having a conversation with myself. I collapsed onto the floor. "It's happened. I've gone completely nuts. Next thing you know I'll talk about joining Lord Voldemort or giving up Quidditch." No, I'd have to be dead before I'd give up Quidditch.
Things only went downhill from there. I *could not* stop staring at Malfoy. I knew every line in his face, especially his lips. Ack! No fair! I was being attacked from too many sides!I had my - gulp- desire for Malfoy on one hand, my constant protestings against myself on the other, and on the mysterious third hand, Cho was starting to pay attention to me. Too bad, really. I didn't want Cho anymore.
After a few weeks, I couldn't stand it anymore. At the rate I was going, they were going to lock me up in St. Mungo's and throw away the key. I might still end up there. I made up my mind that I had to do something. I checked the Marauder's Map. There was a secret passage leading to the Slytherin common room from the dungeons. Screw that! I decide to go for the more direct approach. Materials needed: one Slytherin, an invisibility cloak, and a completely bonkers Gryffindor. Well, what do you know, I was in luck...
It was early yet. With the Marauder's Map, I was able to find a Slytherin very easily. Pansy Parkinson was on her way to the Slytherin common room now. I manage to catch up with her in my invisibility cloak. She paused in front a stone wall and whispered the password. A door opened. I smiled to myself and ran back to Gryffindor Tower feeling very grateful to Pansy.
Later that night, I sneaked into the Slytherin dorms with the password I had gotten from Pansy, even though it hurt me to say it. (It figures that the password would be "Potter Stinks.") I easily found the way to Draco's dorm. After an intense argument with myself, I kissed him, and you know the rest.
^_^
After awhile, going down to breakfast didn't cause me the usual amount of pain anymore. I was actually very glad to see Draco at the Slytherin table. It was Neville I didn't want to see. Neville looked quite embarrassed for his part and I wondered not for the first time what it was that he actually heard.
"Morning, Harry," Hermione said. "Sleep well?"
"Actually, no," I told her brightly. "Nightmares."
"Again?" Ron asked. "You've been having nightmares all week. You woke me up last night with one of your nightmares."
"Sorry," I replied, grinning sheepishly.
"You woke me up Wednesday," said Seamus.
"And me Tuesday," added Dean.
"Sorry," I replied once more. Draco had been sneaking into our dorm all week. Unfortunately, we kept waking people up. I started to consider the neccessity of a sleeping potion.
"What I don't understand is that if you've been having nightmares all week, how the hell are you so damn chipper in the morning?" Ron demanded. I shrugged.
"What are your nightmares about?" inquired Hermione.
"Draco," I replied cheerfully. I blushed when I realized I should have called him Malfoy and sounded a bit more disturbed.
"That makes sense," said Seamus.
"How does that make sense?" she asked.
"Harry keeps screaming his name in his sleep," Dean replied. Oh,God! Talk about mortification! It paled in comparison to what I felt then. I felt a pressing desire to be anywhere but here.
"What happens in these dreams?" she asked.
"I'd rather not say," I replied. "Oops! I forgot to do my Charms homework!" I lied. I jumped up quickly and ran out of the Great Hall.
Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into a nearby closet. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who. "Draco!" I exclaimed. He smiled at me.
"You were expecting someone else?"
"Actually, yeah. I promised Snape I'd meet him in the dungeons for a quick snog...Of course I'm not." He scowled at me.
"That was not funny," he said
"Yes, it was. You mean you actually thought I was serious?" He didn't answer. "You did!"
"What can I say? I'm the possessive type," he said quietly.
"Tell me something I don't know," I replied, kissing him.
"Fine. I found a new place for us to meet."
"Where?"
"Meet me tonight at midnight. Outside of the dungeons."
"Dungeons?"
"Don't look at me like that. You'll like it. I promise."
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^_^ Does it meet with your approval, dears? I hope it does. Any ideas for Harry and Draco's hiding spot? I'm open for suggestions. Please review.
Luv ya-
Silver
Thank yous to: Raggona, Krissy, netty, Sweet Eowyn, Mizery(I read pretty when you cry and loved it.) and everyone reading this right now.
For those of you who skipped part three: Harry woke Neville up in his... excitement, for lack of a better word. Neville goes back to sleep. Harry calls Draco evil, but says he loves him for it.
Harry has offered to share his POV- he felt it wasn't fair that Draco got to tell part of his own story when it was Harry who got things started.
P.S. This is a kind of a flashback.
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Part Four
I smiled and stroked the place where his head had lain on the pillow. I was content. The lump in my chest was gone. That awful hunger was satiated for the time being. I realized that at that point there should be a voice inside my head screaming "You let Draco Malfoy do WHAT? He put his hands WHERE? ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND?" That part of me, however, had up and left a while ago. Apparently, losing one's mind was a prerequisite for being attracted to Draco.
It had started innocently enough. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought it would have ended up like this- Well alright, maybe in my wildest, but let's not get into that. Back to my story. Neville was absent from Potions due to some sort of accident. No one could say precisely what. I suspected from spasms of mischievous glee flitting across Draco's face that he was somehow responsible. Of course when the time came to break into pairs, he and I were the only two people left.
I sat down next to him without a word. Already I had had a terrible day. Peeves had waited for me to step on the rug outside the entrance to the dungeons and yanked it out from under me. Quite unfortunately for me, I had gone tumbling down the steps and landed in a heap right in front of Snape's classroom. At least the door was closed. That meant nobody had witnessed my humiliating and wondrously ungraceful descent down the stairs.This was the bitter icing on top of the cake. I was too breathless and sore to say anything to Draco.
He felt differently. "'Lo, Potter," he said quietly. I was amazed.
"What? No insults?"
"I'm in a very good humor today." Poor Neville! Whatever Draco did to him must have been horrible.
"You? In a good humor?" If I weren't in pain, I would've laughed.
"Why can't I be?"
"I've seen your family. I'm pretty certain there's a Malfoy family rule that forbids being happy without first causing acute suffering," I replied grouchily. He laughed, not a snicker, but an honest laugh.
"H'm. I dare say you're right. The rule book's so thick, I generally use it as a step stool."
"Is it really?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
"It's about this big," he said, gesturing with his arms to indicate a rather large book about six inches high.
"How do they expect you to live up to all that?"
"I don't know," he replied softly.
We lapsed into an awkward silence, aware that we had just had our first conversation. He turned his attention to the potion we were supposed to be brewing. I watched him as he carefully measured and added ingredients. His lips pursed in thought and his normal unpleasant look was replaced with one of pure concentration. "He's actually cute without that smirk," I thought to myself. Where did THAT come from? A non-insulting thought about Draco Malfoy? I must've developed a concussion on the way down the stairs. I immediately dismissed it as a random though that would pass, but it didn't. It was just a starting point.
I was irresistibly drawn to stare at him. He didn't notice. He was too busy with the potion. "Stir it, Potter," he said. I did, very carefully. I had a feeling he'd kill me if I messed it up after all the hard work he'd done. He went to add the unicorn hair to the potion. I grabbed his wrist gently. He looked at me in astonishment. "That goes in last. I was paying attention for that part," I explained. He gently tugged his hand free and nodded.
Snape came over and looked at our potion. Being that close to Snape always made me feel all warm and nauseous inside. I noted with surprise that Draco didn't look too pleased either. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. Unlike everyone else, you got the potion right. The calming potion should not be bubbling and frothing. It should be glassy and smooth. Five points to Slytherin- and Gryffindor," Snape said sounding extremely pained to have to say that last bit. "You are dismissed."
"Nice job, Potter. Couldn't have done it without me," Draco said.
"Have you ever even heard of modesty?"
"What do I have to be modest about? I'm perfect."
"Yeah, perfectly annoying," I retorted. He grinned and dashed off, leaving me with a strange fluttering in my stomach.
^_^
"Oh, God, this isn't happening. This is NOT happening!" I moaned, banging my head against a wall. Maybe I figured that if a concussion caused all this, another one would undo it. No such luck. I continued banging my head anyway."Why me? Of all people, why me? Why him? Anybody but him!" I gave up on the wall. It was giving me nothing but a headache.
Over the past week or so I had found myself becoming attracted to Draco Malfoy. It had absolutely nothing to do with his personality. I knew that. I still couldn't stand to hear him speak. I was *physically* attracted to Draco Malfoy. I *wanted* him. I had fleeting thoughts that had no business being in my head. In fact, I just had one of them. "Is that even possible?" I whispered. "No, never mind if it's possible. It's not happening. This is never, ever going to happen-" *Why not?* asked a little voice in my head. "Why not! Why not! This is Malfoy we're talking about..." I trailed off, realizing that I was having a conversation with myself. I collapsed onto the floor. "It's happened. I've gone completely nuts. Next thing you know I'll talk about joining Lord Voldemort or giving up Quidditch." No, I'd have to be dead before I'd give up Quidditch.
Things only went downhill from there. I *could not* stop staring at Malfoy. I knew every line in his face, especially his lips. Ack! No fair! I was being attacked from too many sides!I had my - gulp- desire for Malfoy on one hand, my constant protestings against myself on the other, and on the mysterious third hand, Cho was starting to pay attention to me. Too bad, really. I didn't want Cho anymore.
After a few weeks, I couldn't stand it anymore. At the rate I was going, they were going to lock me up in St. Mungo's and throw away the key. I might still end up there. I made up my mind that I had to do something. I checked the Marauder's Map. There was a secret passage leading to the Slytherin common room from the dungeons. Screw that! I decide to go for the more direct approach. Materials needed: one Slytherin, an invisibility cloak, and a completely bonkers Gryffindor. Well, what do you know, I was in luck...
It was early yet. With the Marauder's Map, I was able to find a Slytherin very easily. Pansy Parkinson was on her way to the Slytherin common room now. I manage to catch up with her in my invisibility cloak. She paused in front a stone wall and whispered the password. A door opened. I smiled to myself and ran back to Gryffindor Tower feeling very grateful to Pansy.
Later that night, I sneaked into the Slytherin dorms with the password I had gotten from Pansy, even though it hurt me to say it. (It figures that the password would be "Potter Stinks.") I easily found the way to Draco's dorm. After an intense argument with myself, I kissed him, and you know the rest.
^_^
After awhile, going down to breakfast didn't cause me the usual amount of pain anymore. I was actually very glad to see Draco at the Slytherin table. It was Neville I didn't want to see. Neville looked quite embarrassed for his part and I wondered not for the first time what it was that he actually heard.
"Morning, Harry," Hermione said. "Sleep well?"
"Actually, no," I told her brightly. "Nightmares."
"Again?" Ron asked. "You've been having nightmares all week. You woke me up last night with one of your nightmares."
"Sorry," I replied, grinning sheepishly.
"You woke me up Wednesday," said Seamus.
"And me Tuesday," added Dean.
"Sorry," I replied once more. Draco had been sneaking into our dorm all week. Unfortunately, we kept waking people up. I started to consider the neccessity of a sleeping potion.
"What I don't understand is that if you've been having nightmares all week, how the hell are you so damn chipper in the morning?" Ron demanded. I shrugged.
"What are your nightmares about?" inquired Hermione.
"Draco," I replied cheerfully. I blushed when I realized I should have called him Malfoy and sounded a bit more disturbed.
"That makes sense," said Seamus.
"How does that make sense?" she asked.
"Harry keeps screaming his name in his sleep," Dean replied. Oh,God! Talk about mortification! It paled in comparison to what I felt then. I felt a pressing desire to be anywhere but here.
"What happens in these dreams?" she asked.
"I'd rather not say," I replied. "Oops! I forgot to do my Charms homework!" I lied. I jumped up quickly and ran out of the Great Hall.
Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into a nearby closet. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who. "Draco!" I exclaimed. He smiled at me.
"You were expecting someone else?"
"Actually, yeah. I promised Snape I'd meet him in the dungeons for a quick snog...Of course I'm not." He scowled at me.
"That was not funny," he said
"Yes, it was. You mean you actually thought I was serious?" He didn't answer. "You did!"
"What can I say? I'm the possessive type," he said quietly.
"Tell me something I don't know," I replied, kissing him.
"Fine. I found a new place for us to meet."
"Where?"
"Meet me tonight at midnight. Outside of the dungeons."
"Dungeons?"
"Don't look at me like that. You'll like it. I promise."
***
^_^ Does it meet with your approval, dears? I hope it does. Any ideas for Harry and Draco's hiding spot? I'm open for suggestions. Please review.
Luv ya-
Silver