A/N: Did I ever tell you guys I love you? Of course I do, right after each chapter. Well, I mean it. I love you. The only reason I keep this story going is that I don't want to disappoint you. I'm even thinking of writing a follow up- if there's anything to follow up, of course.
As some of you have noticed, this fic is progressing very quickly. Don't blink! You might miss me posting a chapter. Look for one almost every day.
Draco is glaring at me right now because I keep looking at him and thinking "Awww. You cried!" Who cares? He's good for humor and decoration and perhaps some... other things, but I'd have to ask Harry about that. *Grins evilly*
Thanks to: Warui Nekochan!, Lindsay Beth, princess_katrina, Tinuviel 182, Rosemerta, Raggona & Hotaru, SexiManda, Tenchi Kaze, Adeline, Di-Chan, CrystalStarGuardian, and my dear Krissy, who faithfully reviews every chapter!
Warnings: Is this where things get complicated? H'm...I wonder. (Really I do. I have no idea what happens next ^.^)
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Part Seven
Harry woke up, much to his dismay, in his own bed back in his dorm. Was last night just a dream? He almost thought so for a moment, but the delight he felt on this bitterly cold morning was too real. It hadn't been a dream. He loved Draco. And Draco loved him back. He hugged his knees tightly and beamed at no one in particular. Everything was perfect and nothing, nothing was going to go wrong today.
He went down to breakfast late, but no one noticed. It has been his habit lately to come down to breakfast after everyone else. "Good morning," he called cheerfully.
"I'd like to see what's so bloody good about it," Ron muttered. "We have a huge test in Potions right after breakfast!"
"Test?" echoed Harry.
"Yes, test! Honestly Harry, where have you been? Snape's been going on about this test for weeks," Hermione snapped. Harry shrugged.
"I forgot. Sue me," he replied casually.
"Sue you! Snape's going to spit you and roast you over a fire if you fail that test," Seamus said.
"Especially if you keep grinning like an idiot," Ron added.
"Must be because he's gotten his first full night's sleep in days. I know that's one reason I'm not miserable- at least I'll be awake for Snape's test," Dean said. Harry blushed. Neville turned his head.
"What?" he said. "No nightmares, Harry?"
"Well-"Harry replied, "one small nightmare. It wasn't too horrible though." Neville smiled a little at him and Harry was grateful. If Neville did know what was going on, he was certain he wouldn't tattle on him.
Harry became aware that a hush had fallen quite suddenly over the Gryffindor table. Ron was shooting looks of pure venom over Harry's shoulder, and Hermione bristled in disdain. Harry looked very slowly over his shoulder. "Ahh!" he cried, dropping his toast. "For heaven's sake, Malfoy! What are you doing sneaking around behind me?" Draco's eyes narrowed. He had caught the slight pause before Harry called had slipped and called him Draco.
"So it's true then, " Draco said with a sneer.
"What's true?"
"I heard that I've been terrifying you out of your wits in your dreams, Potter." Draco's voice was low, but it lacked its usual edge.
"Rest be assured that it's only because in my nightmares, you and I are the only two people left on Earth and suicide is out of the question," Harry replied. He heard Ron snicker. Harry caught Draco's eye. *Please, please don't believe any of it.* Draco nodded.
"Was there something you wanted?" Hermione asked sharply. *God, she gets more and more like McGonagall every day, * Draco thought.
"Actually, there was," he said. He held out his hand to Harry. "May I?"
"May you what? Drop dead? By all means, go right ahead," Harry retorted. Draco winced slightly. *Too convincing, Harry.*
"Dance, you incredibly harsh insult to the human race. I'm asking you to dance with me."
"Why?"
"Why not? Chicken?"
"Please, you wouldn't know bravery if it slapped you in the face. It's one of the many things you are deficient in," Harry said.
"Let's go then."
"You're on."
He took Draco's hand and let him lead him to a fairly open spot in the Great Hall. "You were pushing it, Harry," Draco whispered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't -"
"I know, but still...Next time can't you just punch me?"
"Punch you?"
"Yes, just slug me in the stomach. It'll hurt like hell but I can deal with physical pain."
"Fine. Why are we doing this?"
"Dare from Pansy. Good excuse to touch you." Harry felt his cheeks go red.
"But there's no music," Harry said. He spoke too soon. A waltz started to drift through the Great Hall. "Draco, I can't dance."
"Yes, you can."
"No, really, I can't-"
"You can. You just don't know it yet."
Draco smirked. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"Pansy's terrible. That's an incredibly advanced step." Harry felt nervous. "Don't worry. I'll walk you through it." He did, counting slowly and doing his best to cover Harry's mistakes. After awhile Harry got the hang of it and they made a fine figure as they twirled past the staff table. Harry could have died happy at the look of unspeakable disgust and surprise on Snape's face. The music started to come to an end. "Oh, yeah," Draco said, grinning. "There was one thing I forgot to mention."
"What's that?"
"I'm supposed to kiss you."
"Come again?"
"That's right. I'm supposed to kiss you in front of everyone. Pansy's insanely jealous that Snape keeps partnering us in Potions and she insists that I must love you or something."
"What?"
"Just act repulsed, Harry."
The music stopped. Draco leaned forward and kissed him. It took all of Harry's will power to avoid melting into his arms and push him away. Draco smiled at him. Harry punched him in the stomach. Draco smiled and punched him back. Soon they were rolling around on the ground, punching the living daylights out of each other. Hagrid pulled them apart.
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter! What is the meaning of all of this?" Professor McGonagall demanded. Neither of them answered. "Fine. Fifty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Both of you go see Madame Pomfrey. You will be given your detention notices later!"
"Yes, Professor," they mumbled contritely.
"Harry, I know you were trying to make it convincing, but was the knee in the crotch really necessary?" Draco asked. Harry's hands flew to his mouth.
"Did I-" Draco nodded. "God! I'm so sorry! I don't know-"
"Don't worry about it," Draco said with a dismissive wave. "Let's hope there are no permanent injuries. That would be the end of the Malfoy bloodline for sure." Harry laughed.
"Trust you to make a joke at a time like this."
"Well, look at is this way- our faces are intact."
"Except for the elbow to my nose."
"That was a complete accident! I happen to like your face. Although I like it better when you don't have a bloody nose. Our other faces are intact."
"No one will ever suspect-"
"Not after the ass-kicking we gave each other. They'll just assume we hate each other more than ever."
"Goodness! What happened to you?" Madame Pomfrey asked as they walked into the hospital wing.
"We happened," Draco replied sourly.
"Your nose is broken," she told Harry.
"Thanks, Malfoy," he said.
"You have a broken rib," she informed Draco.
"No problem, Potter. Glad to see you returned the favor."
Madame Pomfrey sighed, "I don't see how you two are going to go back to class. You'll have to stay here all day to recover." Draco caught the look of glee in Harry's eye. He met it with a small smile. Today promised to be fun.
He was right of course. Half the day was spent stealing kisses from Harry despite painful protests from his rib and Harry's nose. Madame Pomfrey couldn't figure out for the life of her why their injuries were twice as long as normal to heal. Getting to dinner that night took a lot of time simply because they kept stopping every few feet for a kiss.
"Let's not go to dinner," Harry suggested.
"They'll probably hand us our detention notices at dinner."
"Already got them from Hermione," Harry announced, waving a piece of parchment. Draco snatched it.
"Filch! Ugh! I'd rather eat dirt."
"Let's skip it then."
"Skip it? Are you, St. Harry of Potter, suggesting we forego our rightfully earned punishment? Why would we ever do such a thing?" Draco asked with a smile. Harry kissed him.
"We could go to the cottage instead."
"Oh my! You're suggesting we break several school rules to indulge in- gulp-sexual activity?" Draco asked in mock horror.
"Why not?"
"Do you know what they'd do to us if we skipped a detention?"
"No," Harry confessed.
"They'd probably let Filch use those manacles in his office."
"Sounds like fun."
"Harry!"
"Sorry."
"Dragon hide and handcuffs," Draco sighed.
"You forgot whipped cream."
"Of course! How could I be so stupid as to forget whipped cream?"
"I don't know. You seemed to like it pretty well."
"I did, I did! Anything else?"
"No- oh, wait- honey."
"Honey?"
"Yes and stuffed bunny rabbits."
"What?" Draco cried. Harry grinned.
"Just kidding about that last one."
"H'm..."
"I was!"
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"About that honey thing?"
"Yes?"
"Let's try it."
"Okay."
"Where are you going?" Draco called.
"Dinner," answered Harry.
"But the dungeons are that way," Draco said. Harry smiled.
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^_^ What say you, dears? So things haven't gotten complicated. I know it had absolutely nothing to do with anything, but it was screaming "Write me!" Who am I to ignore the voices inside my head? What happens next? Actually, I think we have a good idea what happens next, but where should I pick up?
Luv ya-
Silver
As some of you have noticed, this fic is progressing very quickly. Don't blink! You might miss me posting a chapter. Look for one almost every day.
Draco is glaring at me right now because I keep looking at him and thinking "Awww. You cried!" Who cares? He's good for humor and decoration and perhaps some... other things, but I'd have to ask Harry about that. *Grins evilly*
Thanks to: Warui Nekochan!, Lindsay Beth, princess_katrina, Tinuviel 182, Rosemerta, Raggona & Hotaru, SexiManda, Tenchi Kaze, Adeline, Di-Chan, CrystalStarGuardian, and my dear Krissy, who faithfully reviews every chapter!
Warnings: Is this where things get complicated? H'm...I wonder. (Really I do. I have no idea what happens next ^.^)
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Part Seven
Harry woke up, much to his dismay, in his own bed back in his dorm. Was last night just a dream? He almost thought so for a moment, but the delight he felt on this bitterly cold morning was too real. It hadn't been a dream. He loved Draco. And Draco loved him back. He hugged his knees tightly and beamed at no one in particular. Everything was perfect and nothing, nothing was going to go wrong today.
He went down to breakfast late, but no one noticed. It has been his habit lately to come down to breakfast after everyone else. "Good morning," he called cheerfully.
"I'd like to see what's so bloody good about it," Ron muttered. "We have a huge test in Potions right after breakfast!"
"Test?" echoed Harry.
"Yes, test! Honestly Harry, where have you been? Snape's been going on about this test for weeks," Hermione snapped. Harry shrugged.
"I forgot. Sue me," he replied casually.
"Sue you! Snape's going to spit you and roast you over a fire if you fail that test," Seamus said.
"Especially if you keep grinning like an idiot," Ron added.
"Must be because he's gotten his first full night's sleep in days. I know that's one reason I'm not miserable- at least I'll be awake for Snape's test," Dean said. Harry blushed. Neville turned his head.
"What?" he said. "No nightmares, Harry?"
"Well-"Harry replied, "one small nightmare. It wasn't too horrible though." Neville smiled a little at him and Harry was grateful. If Neville did know what was going on, he was certain he wouldn't tattle on him.
Harry became aware that a hush had fallen quite suddenly over the Gryffindor table. Ron was shooting looks of pure venom over Harry's shoulder, and Hermione bristled in disdain. Harry looked very slowly over his shoulder. "Ahh!" he cried, dropping his toast. "For heaven's sake, Malfoy! What are you doing sneaking around behind me?" Draco's eyes narrowed. He had caught the slight pause before Harry called had slipped and called him Draco.
"So it's true then, " Draco said with a sneer.
"What's true?"
"I heard that I've been terrifying you out of your wits in your dreams, Potter." Draco's voice was low, but it lacked its usual edge.
"Rest be assured that it's only because in my nightmares, you and I are the only two people left on Earth and suicide is out of the question," Harry replied. He heard Ron snicker. Harry caught Draco's eye. *Please, please don't believe any of it.* Draco nodded.
"Was there something you wanted?" Hermione asked sharply. *God, she gets more and more like McGonagall every day, * Draco thought.
"Actually, there was," he said. He held out his hand to Harry. "May I?"
"May you what? Drop dead? By all means, go right ahead," Harry retorted. Draco winced slightly. *Too convincing, Harry.*
"Dance, you incredibly harsh insult to the human race. I'm asking you to dance with me."
"Why?"
"Why not? Chicken?"
"Please, you wouldn't know bravery if it slapped you in the face. It's one of the many things you are deficient in," Harry said.
"Let's go then."
"You're on."
He took Draco's hand and let him lead him to a fairly open spot in the Great Hall. "You were pushing it, Harry," Draco whispered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't -"
"I know, but still...Next time can't you just punch me?"
"Punch you?"
"Yes, just slug me in the stomach. It'll hurt like hell but I can deal with physical pain."
"Fine. Why are we doing this?"
"Dare from Pansy. Good excuse to touch you." Harry felt his cheeks go red.
"But there's no music," Harry said. He spoke too soon. A waltz started to drift through the Great Hall. "Draco, I can't dance."
"Yes, you can."
"No, really, I can't-"
"You can. You just don't know it yet."
Draco smirked. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"Pansy's terrible. That's an incredibly advanced step." Harry felt nervous. "Don't worry. I'll walk you through it." He did, counting slowly and doing his best to cover Harry's mistakes. After awhile Harry got the hang of it and they made a fine figure as they twirled past the staff table. Harry could have died happy at the look of unspeakable disgust and surprise on Snape's face. The music started to come to an end. "Oh, yeah," Draco said, grinning. "There was one thing I forgot to mention."
"What's that?"
"I'm supposed to kiss you."
"Come again?"
"That's right. I'm supposed to kiss you in front of everyone. Pansy's insanely jealous that Snape keeps partnering us in Potions and she insists that I must love you or something."
"What?"
"Just act repulsed, Harry."
The music stopped. Draco leaned forward and kissed him. It took all of Harry's will power to avoid melting into his arms and push him away. Draco smiled at him. Harry punched him in the stomach. Draco smiled and punched him back. Soon they were rolling around on the ground, punching the living daylights out of each other. Hagrid pulled them apart.
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter! What is the meaning of all of this?" Professor McGonagall demanded. Neither of them answered. "Fine. Fifty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor. Both of you go see Madame Pomfrey. You will be given your detention notices later!"
"Yes, Professor," they mumbled contritely.
"Harry, I know you were trying to make it convincing, but was the knee in the crotch really necessary?" Draco asked. Harry's hands flew to his mouth.
"Did I-" Draco nodded. "God! I'm so sorry! I don't know-"
"Don't worry about it," Draco said with a dismissive wave. "Let's hope there are no permanent injuries. That would be the end of the Malfoy bloodline for sure." Harry laughed.
"Trust you to make a joke at a time like this."
"Well, look at is this way- our faces are intact."
"Except for the elbow to my nose."
"That was a complete accident! I happen to like your face. Although I like it better when you don't have a bloody nose. Our other faces are intact."
"No one will ever suspect-"
"Not after the ass-kicking we gave each other. They'll just assume we hate each other more than ever."
"Goodness! What happened to you?" Madame Pomfrey asked as they walked into the hospital wing.
"We happened," Draco replied sourly.
"Your nose is broken," she told Harry.
"Thanks, Malfoy," he said.
"You have a broken rib," she informed Draco.
"No problem, Potter. Glad to see you returned the favor."
Madame Pomfrey sighed, "I don't see how you two are going to go back to class. You'll have to stay here all day to recover." Draco caught the look of glee in Harry's eye. He met it with a small smile. Today promised to be fun.
He was right of course. Half the day was spent stealing kisses from Harry despite painful protests from his rib and Harry's nose. Madame Pomfrey couldn't figure out for the life of her why their injuries were twice as long as normal to heal. Getting to dinner that night took a lot of time simply because they kept stopping every few feet for a kiss.
"Let's not go to dinner," Harry suggested.
"They'll probably hand us our detention notices at dinner."
"Already got them from Hermione," Harry announced, waving a piece of parchment. Draco snatched it.
"Filch! Ugh! I'd rather eat dirt."
"Let's skip it then."
"Skip it? Are you, St. Harry of Potter, suggesting we forego our rightfully earned punishment? Why would we ever do such a thing?" Draco asked with a smile. Harry kissed him.
"We could go to the cottage instead."
"Oh my! You're suggesting we break several school rules to indulge in- gulp-sexual activity?" Draco asked in mock horror.
"Why not?"
"Do you know what they'd do to us if we skipped a detention?"
"No," Harry confessed.
"They'd probably let Filch use those manacles in his office."
"Sounds like fun."
"Harry!"
"Sorry."
"Dragon hide and handcuffs," Draco sighed.
"You forgot whipped cream."
"Of course! How could I be so stupid as to forget whipped cream?"
"I don't know. You seemed to like it pretty well."
"I did, I did! Anything else?"
"No- oh, wait- honey."
"Honey?"
"Yes and stuffed bunny rabbits."
"What?" Draco cried. Harry grinned.
"Just kidding about that last one."
"H'm..."
"I was!"
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"About that honey thing?"
"Yes?"
"Let's try it."
"Okay."
"Where are you going?" Draco called.
"Dinner," answered Harry.
"But the dungeons are that way," Draco said. Harry smiled.
***
^_^ What say you, dears? So things haven't gotten complicated. I know it had absolutely nothing to do with anything, but it was screaming "Write me!" Who am I to ignore the voices inside my head? What happens next? Actually, I think we have a good idea what happens next, but where should I pick up?
Luv ya-
Silver