Here it is, the final part of Just to See Him Smile. WARNING: Slash implications, language. Don't like, don't read. I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other characters mentioned in this story. Do not sue; I am poor. I'm sorry for the late birthday present, Harry!
Just To See Him Smile: Chapter Three
'I won't do a thing about Malfoy,' Harry thought for the millionth time the week after he found out unexpectedly that Draco Malfoy was in love with him. Or lust, or whatever it was. 'I won't even think about him.'
But as many people know, it's hard not to think about a person if you know that they are in love with you. Or whatever the hell Malfoy felt for him. And so Harry began his descent. He began to notice the tiny little things about Malfoy, just little things that no one would care about. Like the how he tilted his head in a certain way when insulting someone. Or the way his face contorted in a strangely attractive way when he was angry. Once, Harry noticed absently that Malfoy never smiled. Of course, he laughed derisively and grinned maliciously a great deal, but he never really and truly smiled. 'I want to make him smile...' Harry thought then. But then he realized what he was thinking and mentally slapped himself.
The attraction to Malfoy crept along so slowly that he didn't even notice it until he awoke panting and sweating in the middle of the night three months later in early May and remembered that he was doing a lot more than insulting Malfoy in his dream...
Harry actually came to terms with it fairly easily, considering. By the time his 7th and final year came along and he came to Hogwarts with a Head Boy badge in tow, he knew what he felt for Malfoy. Simple attraction. Desire maybe. Lust even. But love? Never. He didn't take into mind the old and oft-repeated phrase, 'Never say never.'
Being a hormonal teenager like all boys his age were, he actually felt that he had to kiss Malfoy once. Just to see what it felt like. In addition to being hormonal, he was also avidly curious.
So after dinner a November evening, he grabbed Malfoy from behind in the hallway as Malfoy was heading to his common room, shoved against the stone wall and kissed him. Kissing Malfoy was rather nice. Malfoy was shocked, as was to be expected, and he shoved Harry away violently.
"What the bloody hell are you doing Potter?"
Harry advanced on him again and stopped about 10 inches away from him. "Shut up, Malfoy, I know you want this so don't complain. It just so happens that at the moment I want you too, so be grateful for what you have." It was rather uncharacteristic of him to act roughly, but hey, he was a horny teenager.
Emerald and silver glared at each other for a moment before Draco pulled Harry's lips to his again. When they finally broke away, with much reluctance, there was silence until Harry said, "Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 11 tonight."
Thus began a series of meetings anywhere and everywhere possible for a few moments of privacy. At the Owlery, (amid many indignant hoots as once or twice, Harry bumped into an owl) empty classrooms, the Astronomy Tower, and other places too numerous to count.
One particular time, at the Astronomy Tower, their kisses became deeper and they tumbled to the ground, Harry on top. Harry's hands slipped under Draco's shirt and Draco moaned as Harry worked his way down lower and lower.... Their eyes reached a simple agreement. That they both wanted this. Harry began to rip Draco's clothes off.
Again, the feeling crept up like a shadow... He didn't notice when he began to ditch a study date with Ron and Hermione to be with Draco. Hell, he didn't even know when he started to refer to Draco instead of Malfoy in his mind. He couldn't remember when he began to string hidden meanings onto every word he said to Draco. He didn't notice when he began to even like times when he just stayed up and talked and enjoyed Draco's company, nothing else, until five in the morning and he had to get back to his dormitory before his roommates woke up. He didn't notice or want to notice...
But it was rather forced on him one day in April when Ron confronted him and demanded to know, "Who the hell are you in love with that you keep on avoiding Hermione and me?" Harry had dazedly replied, "You don't want to know," and drifted off to his bed, closed the hangings around him and realized, 'I really am in love with him.' Then he thought ruefully, 'Damn Ron and his bluntness. I guess I didn't want to know. But now that I do... Should I tell him?' He answered his own question, 'Yes.'
So two weeks later, after much procrastination and debating, in a room with a nice large bed Draco had discovered a couple months ago, while Draco played with Harry's hair idly, Harry whispered into the air, "I love you."
Draco froze. Finally he asked tentatively, "You mean it?" It was the first time Harry had ever seen Draco unsure in the least bit.
Harry nodded. Draco's face relaxed into a pure smile. Harry had never seen anything so lovely as that smile. He looked... beautiful, radiant even with that smile on his face. And Harry had made him smile... he remembered once in the distant past, that he wanted to make Draco smile. 'Now I have.' Then he had a selfish thought. 'I want that smile for only me.'
So then Harry kissed him. 'If it makes him smile, then I will love him forever.'
*End* Yay! The end of "Just to See Him Smile" is here... I am happy. Thank you so much for all your reviews and all your support and I just hope Harry will forgive me for posting this so late. The sister story, "If You Love Him...", a three-parter like this one will hopefully be all up before the end of the summer. It will have the couplings of Seamus/Ron, some Seamus/Dean, and a bit of Harry/Draco. Lotsa love... and if you review, I shall love you forever.
Misty Shinigami
Just To See Him Smile: Chapter Three
'I won't do a thing about Malfoy,' Harry thought for the millionth time the week after he found out unexpectedly that Draco Malfoy was in love with him. Or lust, or whatever it was. 'I won't even think about him.'
But as many people know, it's hard not to think about a person if you know that they are in love with you. Or whatever the hell Malfoy felt for him. And so Harry began his descent. He began to notice the tiny little things about Malfoy, just little things that no one would care about. Like the how he tilted his head in a certain way when insulting someone. Or the way his face contorted in a strangely attractive way when he was angry. Once, Harry noticed absently that Malfoy never smiled. Of course, he laughed derisively and grinned maliciously a great deal, but he never really and truly smiled. 'I want to make him smile...' Harry thought then. But then he realized what he was thinking and mentally slapped himself.
The attraction to Malfoy crept along so slowly that he didn't even notice it until he awoke panting and sweating in the middle of the night three months later in early May and remembered that he was doing a lot more than insulting Malfoy in his dream...
Harry actually came to terms with it fairly easily, considering. By the time his 7th and final year came along and he came to Hogwarts with a Head Boy badge in tow, he knew what he felt for Malfoy. Simple attraction. Desire maybe. Lust even. But love? Never. He didn't take into mind the old and oft-repeated phrase, 'Never say never.'
Being a hormonal teenager like all boys his age were, he actually felt that he had to kiss Malfoy once. Just to see what it felt like. In addition to being hormonal, he was also avidly curious.
So after dinner a November evening, he grabbed Malfoy from behind in the hallway as Malfoy was heading to his common room, shoved against the stone wall and kissed him. Kissing Malfoy was rather nice. Malfoy was shocked, as was to be expected, and he shoved Harry away violently.
"What the bloody hell are you doing Potter?"
Harry advanced on him again and stopped about 10 inches away from him. "Shut up, Malfoy, I know you want this so don't complain. It just so happens that at the moment I want you too, so be grateful for what you have." It was rather uncharacteristic of him to act roughly, but hey, he was a horny teenager.
Emerald and silver glared at each other for a moment before Draco pulled Harry's lips to his again. When they finally broke away, with much reluctance, there was silence until Harry said, "Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 11 tonight."
Thus began a series of meetings anywhere and everywhere possible for a few moments of privacy. At the Owlery, (amid many indignant hoots as once or twice, Harry bumped into an owl) empty classrooms, the Astronomy Tower, and other places too numerous to count.
One particular time, at the Astronomy Tower, their kisses became deeper and they tumbled to the ground, Harry on top. Harry's hands slipped under Draco's shirt and Draco moaned as Harry worked his way down lower and lower.... Their eyes reached a simple agreement. That they both wanted this. Harry began to rip Draco's clothes off.
Again, the feeling crept up like a shadow... He didn't notice when he began to ditch a study date with Ron and Hermione to be with Draco. Hell, he didn't even know when he started to refer to Draco instead of Malfoy in his mind. He couldn't remember when he began to string hidden meanings onto every word he said to Draco. He didn't notice when he began to even like times when he just stayed up and talked and enjoyed Draco's company, nothing else, until five in the morning and he had to get back to his dormitory before his roommates woke up. He didn't notice or want to notice...
But it was rather forced on him one day in April when Ron confronted him and demanded to know, "Who the hell are you in love with that you keep on avoiding Hermione and me?" Harry had dazedly replied, "You don't want to know," and drifted off to his bed, closed the hangings around him and realized, 'I really am in love with him.' Then he thought ruefully, 'Damn Ron and his bluntness. I guess I didn't want to know. But now that I do... Should I tell him?' He answered his own question, 'Yes.'
So two weeks later, after much procrastination and debating, in a room with a nice large bed Draco had discovered a couple months ago, while Draco played with Harry's hair idly, Harry whispered into the air, "I love you."
Draco froze. Finally he asked tentatively, "You mean it?" It was the first time Harry had ever seen Draco unsure in the least bit.
Harry nodded. Draco's face relaxed into a pure smile. Harry had never seen anything so lovely as that smile. He looked... beautiful, radiant even with that smile on his face. And Harry had made him smile... he remembered once in the distant past, that he wanted to make Draco smile. 'Now I have.' Then he had a selfish thought. 'I want that smile for only me.'
So then Harry kissed him. 'If it makes him smile, then I will love him forever.'
*End* Yay! The end of "Just to See Him Smile" is here... I am happy. Thank you so much for all your reviews and all your support and I just hope Harry will forgive me for posting this so late. The sister story, "If You Love Him...", a three-parter like this one will hopefully be all up before the end of the summer. It will have the couplings of Seamus/Ron, some Seamus/Dean, and a bit of Harry/Draco. Lotsa love... and if you review, I shall love you forever.
Misty Shinigami