The first thing I have to do is thank everyone for all their reviews. I was overwhelmed by how many reviews I received. And not a single flame. This is the second part to my story. Enjoy it and review. If possible, could you tell me if you want a Ron/Seamus sister story? I know someone reviewed and said that Ron and Hermione is the coupling to do. That is why Ron is straight in my story. This person also said that I should slash Seamus and Dean. Well, maybe... but I'm a Ron/Seamus fan. I want to know if everybody feels that way about slashing Ron with Seamus. If I have at least 5 people say that they want a R/S fic, I'll write it. Read and review.
Just to See Him Smile: Chapter Two
Harry couldn't remember how he got to his bedroom, but when he awoke, he was laying on his bed.
'How'd I get here?' He asked himself. Then he remembered last evening, listening to Seamus' problem, Seamus' bombshell of a revelation and how he was in complete shock and had to have Seamus put him to bed. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. That was the only word to summarize the entire situation.
Harry pushed back the drapes of his bed to find that it was late on a sunny Saturday morning and everyone had already gone down to breakfast. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt, socks, shoes, and the Hogwarts robes. He then hurried down to the Great Hall where a few people were still eating. He sat down between Ron and Seamus and turned toward Seamus, a million questions on the tip of his tongue.
"Oh yeah, sure just ignore me why don't you, your best friend who happens to be sitting next to you," came Ron's voice.
Harry turned to him and said shortly, "Hi," and then turned his attention once again to Seamus. Ron threw up his hands in exasperation; maybe Hermione was rubbing off him. Harry ignored him.
"So Harry, what did you want to say?" Seamus asked.
"How exactly do you know he likes me?" Harry said.
Seamus bit into a piece of toast and replied, "Because he--" he swallowed. "Because he looks at you like he does. Still don't understand how I know? Let me explain. And try to keep up, I'm not going to explain twice. When I was in Potions once, it was a particularly boring lesson; we were learning all the uses of boomslang, and Snape was at his peak for extremely long lectures. I was looking around to see if anyone wanted to play paper football under the chairs and then I saw Malfoy staring at the Gryffindor side of the room. More specifically, right at you. At first I thought he was plotting some evil plan involving you, but then I saw the expression on his face. It was loathing, not unusual for him and another thing I'd never seen on his face. I figured out later that it was probably love."
Harry was confused and portrayed that part very admirably by blinking bemusedly twice. "But why? Why would he hate me and love me at the same time."
"Well, love in general doesn't exactly make much sense either, does it? This part of my explanation is just logical reasoning. He loathes you because you're different from him. Physically, mentally and spiritually. And you're everything he can't be. I mean, you're practically perfect! The teachers love you, hell, the whole wizarding world loves you! And why? For living. For being alive. The love part of that look was probably lust to him at the time. The knowledge that he was in love with you most likely came along later."
"And two years? How do you know that?"
"Again, logical reasoning. When I saw him that time, it was late in our 5th year, early June maybe. I figured if his feelings for you were already lust by that time, the initial attraction started at the beginning of our 5th year. It would take him a few months to get over the fact that he's gay and then a couple more to try and convince himself that it's not you he's attracted to. He was probably in the first stages of acceptance by then. I think he's been in love with you since the beginning of the attraction, though he's only realized that he was in love a couple months ago. Haven't you noticed that he hasn't been insulting you as often?"
'Come to think of it, Malfoy hasn't been insulting me lately... well, not as much.' Harry thought. "But still... why me? Why me that he fell in love with?"
"The same reason he hated you. You're everything he can't be and can never be. The perfect dream. Oh yeah, the fact that you're hot helps too. Love's a funny thing, isn't it?"
"Oh." Harry digested all the information Seamus had just given him and turned to his cold breakfast. He watched Malfoy exchange insults with a couple of Hufflepuffs, a scathing look on his face and mused to himself, 'So what do I do now?'
Well, I don't like this part too much, but oh well. I will post the last part on the 30th of July, a day before Harry-Dahlin's birthday. Meanwhile I will post some shorter Harry/Draco fics that just need to be typed out. Do you want me to? Well, even if you don't, I'll post them anyway. Read and Review!! I shall love you forever if you do!
Until next time, Misty Shinigami-- The goddess of death and proud of it!
Just to See Him Smile: Chapter Two
Harry couldn't remember how he got to his bedroom, but when he awoke, he was laying on his bed.
'How'd I get here?' He asked himself. Then he remembered last evening, listening to Seamus' problem, Seamus' bombshell of a revelation and how he was in complete shock and had to have Seamus put him to bed. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. That was the only word to summarize the entire situation.
Harry pushed back the drapes of his bed to find that it was late on a sunny Saturday morning and everyone had already gone down to breakfast. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt, socks, shoes, and the Hogwarts robes. He then hurried down to the Great Hall where a few people were still eating. He sat down between Ron and Seamus and turned toward Seamus, a million questions on the tip of his tongue.
"Oh yeah, sure just ignore me why don't you, your best friend who happens to be sitting next to you," came Ron's voice.
Harry turned to him and said shortly, "Hi," and then turned his attention once again to Seamus. Ron threw up his hands in exasperation; maybe Hermione was rubbing off him. Harry ignored him.
"So Harry, what did you want to say?" Seamus asked.
"How exactly do you know he likes me?" Harry said.
Seamus bit into a piece of toast and replied, "Because he--" he swallowed. "Because he looks at you like he does. Still don't understand how I know? Let me explain. And try to keep up, I'm not going to explain twice. When I was in Potions once, it was a particularly boring lesson; we were learning all the uses of boomslang, and Snape was at his peak for extremely long lectures. I was looking around to see if anyone wanted to play paper football under the chairs and then I saw Malfoy staring at the Gryffindor side of the room. More specifically, right at you. At first I thought he was plotting some evil plan involving you, but then I saw the expression on his face. It was loathing, not unusual for him and another thing I'd never seen on his face. I figured out later that it was probably love."
Harry was confused and portrayed that part very admirably by blinking bemusedly twice. "But why? Why would he hate me and love me at the same time."
"Well, love in general doesn't exactly make much sense either, does it? This part of my explanation is just logical reasoning. He loathes you because you're different from him. Physically, mentally and spiritually. And you're everything he can't be. I mean, you're practically perfect! The teachers love you, hell, the whole wizarding world loves you! And why? For living. For being alive. The love part of that look was probably lust to him at the time. The knowledge that he was in love with you most likely came along later."
"And two years? How do you know that?"
"Again, logical reasoning. When I saw him that time, it was late in our 5th year, early June maybe. I figured if his feelings for you were already lust by that time, the initial attraction started at the beginning of our 5th year. It would take him a few months to get over the fact that he's gay and then a couple more to try and convince himself that it's not you he's attracted to. He was probably in the first stages of acceptance by then. I think he's been in love with you since the beginning of the attraction, though he's only realized that he was in love a couple months ago. Haven't you noticed that he hasn't been insulting you as often?"
'Come to think of it, Malfoy hasn't been insulting me lately... well, not as much.' Harry thought. "But still... why me? Why me that he fell in love with?"
"The same reason he hated you. You're everything he can't be and can never be. The perfect dream. Oh yeah, the fact that you're hot helps too. Love's a funny thing, isn't it?"
"Oh." Harry digested all the information Seamus had just given him and turned to his cold breakfast. He watched Malfoy exchange insults with a couple of Hufflepuffs, a scathing look on his face and mused to himself, 'So what do I do now?'
Well, I don't like this part too much, but oh well. I will post the last part on the 30th of July, a day before Harry-Dahlin's birthday. Meanwhile I will post some shorter Harry/Draco fics that just need to be typed out. Do you want me to? Well, even if you don't, I'll post them anyway. Read and Review!! I shall love you forever if you do!
Until next time, Misty Shinigami-- The goddess of death and proud of it!