A/N: Yes, Bill as a teacher. Odd. I have no idea why I did that or where it's going, but I'll figure it out. I hope.
Cliffhanger? Oops, did that slip in there when I wasn't looking? I seem to have a lot of those in this story. It's more for me than for you. Torture is unintentional, darlings.
You want Draco, huh? Fine, there's plenty of him in this chapter. In fact, he's telling it. I wrote it after I wrote chapter 13 of F and I, but I lost the original, so here goes.
Thanks to Dreamer, kuzco, Glace de Slytherin, me.....(use my powers for good? where's the fun in that?), Bella, Roarke, tinuviel 182, Fleur, Amo Draconem!, Raggona (thanx for your other review), do you really care?! (yes, Ido BTW), Sophia, Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Bel (Poor Wyv, banned from the computer!), Mystic, Dreamer, Beth825, Prong, Lizzy Potter, Pheonixx, Cimorine, Alex, ExCueTee, Sharon M., AVK, Padfoot Lover, nekokijo, LunarBard, ?????????, Cat Samwise, Tom Riddilpley, Shizuka, Lelio, and Rehanna.
***
It hurt. I saw him and it hurt. He was still so beautiful. Had I honestly expected that to change in a month? No, but I had been hoping that time would dull the pain I had every time I thought about him, about us. No such luck. I turned and boarded the train quickly. I ducked into an empty compartment. I shut my eyes. Don't think about him. Don't think about his eyes, his voice- "Draco?"
My eyes snapped open. Harry. So many words in my mind. So many things I wanted to say. He grabbed me and kissed me. The words were gone instantly from my mind. All that mattered we're his lips on mine. He tasted so sweet. It was the taste that had haunted my dreams, recreated from my memories.
Yes. Live for this. Live for stolen kisses from Harry and his hands roaming over my body. His hand had somehow worked its way under my robe and was slowly traveling up my thigh. This wasn't enough. I wanted so much more. I arched against him, delighting at the moan he gave in response.
No. I couldn't do this. I had spent all summer trying not to give in. Could I throw it all away? Harry moved his hand. Oh, hell yes, I could. Just this once. I'll never go near him again, I swear. Just this once...Damn, even I couldn't sell that lie. Stop. It'll kill me, but god, stop.
"No," I gasped even as I kissed him. Could I be anymore unconvincing? "No," I repeated, pushing him away. I took several steps back. The more space between us the better. He didn't agree. He looped his arm around my waist. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, kissing my ear.
"Not fair," I whined. "You can't kiss my ear, call me love, be Harry Potter, and expect me to say no."
"I didn't." I pulled away from him.
"We need to talk," I said.
"What is it?" he inquired.
I couldn't do this. He was looking at me with such sweet concern. What did Shakespeare call it? Charming ruth or pretty ruth? But that's neither here nor there. I had to do this. If- no. There will be no ifs. Look at him. Look at him and do what you have to do.
"Harry, I don't think we should continue this."
"Continue?"
"Our relationship- you and me. It's over."
"I don't understand."
"Blame that on your deficient genes, not me."
"What happened?"
"I got bored," I lied. Funny it should come out so easily when it hurt so much.
"I see," he said, biting his lip. For a long time I wished he would say something, anything. But he didn't. He just stood there. Finally he shook his head and went out.
*
Snape. I had to see him. I managed to catch him after dinner, pinning him to the wall easily. "Why'd you do it?" I demanded, shoving him into the hard stone.
"Why'd I do what?"
"Why did you tell Lucius?"
"About you and Mr. Potter?" He sneered. "I didn't."
"Liar!" I yelled, punching him in the stomach. He doubled over. I pushed my hair back. He had to be lying. He straightened himself up.
"Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy. Hit me if it will make you feel better." So I did. I hit him several times and he bore it as well as he could. I ended up sitting cross-legged, crying on the floor.
"I didn't tell your father anything. Why would I?" he said in atone that could almost be considered gentle. "I don't like the man and he despises me. He has spies all over the place, Draco," I looked up upon hearing my name. "Watch yourself." He left, leaving me to cry on the floor.
***
*hides* Okei, dears, be nice. Breathe. Don't refer me to my title. I know it says Love and Darkness. I never said happy love or requited love. This is also angst remember? So how's Harry going to take this?
How's Draco going to take this?
Still the Seamus debate continues. If you have a preference, let me know. And 'Mione...we'll see what happens to her. The easiest thing would be to pair her with Seamus, but when do I ever make things easy?
Luv ya!
J. Silver
P.S. Has my first-person improved since F and I? Oh, and very sorry it's so short. You know I'm not too good with length.
Cliffhanger? Oops, did that slip in there when I wasn't looking? I seem to have a lot of those in this story. It's more for me than for you. Torture is unintentional, darlings.
You want Draco, huh? Fine, there's plenty of him in this chapter. In fact, he's telling it. I wrote it after I wrote chapter 13 of F and I, but I lost the original, so here goes.
Thanks to Dreamer, kuzco, Glace de Slytherin, me.....(use my powers for good? where's the fun in that?), Bella, Roarke, tinuviel 182, Fleur, Amo Draconem!, Raggona (thanx for your other review), do you really care?! (yes, Ido BTW), Sophia, Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Bel (Poor Wyv, banned from the computer!), Mystic, Dreamer, Beth825, Prong, Lizzy Potter, Pheonixx, Cimorine, Alex, ExCueTee, Sharon M., AVK, Padfoot Lover, nekokijo, LunarBard, ?????????, Cat Samwise, Tom Riddilpley, Shizuka, Lelio, and Rehanna.
***
It hurt. I saw him and it hurt. He was still so beautiful. Had I honestly expected that to change in a month? No, but I had been hoping that time would dull the pain I had every time I thought about him, about us. No such luck. I turned and boarded the train quickly. I ducked into an empty compartment. I shut my eyes. Don't think about him. Don't think about his eyes, his voice- "Draco?"
My eyes snapped open. Harry. So many words in my mind. So many things I wanted to say. He grabbed me and kissed me. The words were gone instantly from my mind. All that mattered we're his lips on mine. He tasted so sweet. It was the taste that had haunted my dreams, recreated from my memories.
Yes. Live for this. Live for stolen kisses from Harry and his hands roaming over my body. His hand had somehow worked its way under my robe and was slowly traveling up my thigh. This wasn't enough. I wanted so much more. I arched against him, delighting at the moan he gave in response.
No. I couldn't do this. I had spent all summer trying not to give in. Could I throw it all away? Harry moved his hand. Oh, hell yes, I could. Just this once. I'll never go near him again, I swear. Just this once...Damn, even I couldn't sell that lie. Stop. It'll kill me, but god, stop.
"No," I gasped even as I kissed him. Could I be anymore unconvincing? "No," I repeated, pushing him away. I took several steps back. The more space between us the better. He didn't agree. He looped his arm around my waist. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, kissing my ear.
"Not fair," I whined. "You can't kiss my ear, call me love, be Harry Potter, and expect me to say no."
"I didn't." I pulled away from him.
"We need to talk," I said.
"What is it?" he inquired.
I couldn't do this. He was looking at me with such sweet concern. What did Shakespeare call it? Charming ruth or pretty ruth? But that's neither here nor there. I had to do this. If- no. There will be no ifs. Look at him. Look at him and do what you have to do.
"Harry, I don't think we should continue this."
"Continue?"
"Our relationship- you and me. It's over."
"I don't understand."
"Blame that on your deficient genes, not me."
"What happened?"
"I got bored," I lied. Funny it should come out so easily when it hurt so much.
"I see," he said, biting his lip. For a long time I wished he would say something, anything. But he didn't. He just stood there. Finally he shook his head and went out.
*
Snape. I had to see him. I managed to catch him after dinner, pinning him to the wall easily. "Why'd you do it?" I demanded, shoving him into the hard stone.
"Why'd I do what?"
"Why did you tell Lucius?"
"About you and Mr. Potter?" He sneered. "I didn't."
"Liar!" I yelled, punching him in the stomach. He doubled over. I pushed my hair back. He had to be lying. He straightened himself up.
"Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy. Hit me if it will make you feel better." So I did. I hit him several times and he bore it as well as he could. I ended up sitting cross-legged, crying on the floor.
"I didn't tell your father anything. Why would I?" he said in atone that could almost be considered gentle. "I don't like the man and he despises me. He has spies all over the place, Draco," I looked up upon hearing my name. "Watch yourself." He left, leaving me to cry on the floor.
***
*hides* Okei, dears, be nice. Breathe. Don't refer me to my title. I know it says Love and Darkness. I never said happy love or requited love. This is also angst remember? So how's Harry going to take this?
How's Draco going to take this?
Still the Seamus debate continues. If you have a preference, let me know. And 'Mione...we'll see what happens to her. The easiest thing would be to pair her with Seamus, but when do I ever make things easy?
Luv ya!
J. Silver
P.S. Has my first-person improved since F and I? Oh, and very sorry it's so short. You know I'm not too good with length.