"Have I Ever Told you…"
By: Jaylynn Jean Lee
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or anyone else in this story, except for Cat, but she's a real person, so I guess I don't really own her…DON'T THINK LIKE THAT, EW!
Dedications: Due to the OVERWHELMING (ten) amount of reviews I got on my first chapter, I decided to get on with the next one. Oh, and this story is based on the sixth book, so Harry might've gotten just a little bit better at Wizard's Chess. Don't false-flame, please, until you know what you're flaming about isn't based on any of the books already written, kk?
I'll update every ten or so reviews…just cause it takes me so long to think of the stuff in this story, lmao. Oh, and I'll be using a lot of italicized words in this chapter, so have your Italic-eyes ready.
Chapter 2
Draco lay in his dorm room on his bed staring at the high ceiling thinking of Harry all the time.
"How will I ever live my life again…if it's not with Harry?" Draco whispered to himself sadly. He looked over and out the darkened window to his right. Aquila the Dove was just in Draco's view. For some reason, this constellation always made Draco think of Harry.
Probably the way Harry would always soar like a dove on his Firebolt, still being the Seeker, and could catch the Snitch like a dove could catch bugs as it flies. Draco had no sense of self anymore, now that he knew that he was in love with the dark-haired Griffindor that lived with muggles.
Muggles…the one thing that Draco and the rest of the Malfoys lived to hate. Muggles made Harry's life a living hell, and Draco had promised to make up for everything that the muggles had put him through. Even if Harry and him hadn't made that promise verbal yet.
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Harry's mind kept replaying the day's events with Malfoy. What if he had said something different? Said something to get himself to fall even harder for the silver-eyed boy that mysteriously lurked in the back of Harry's mind all day. Harry shook his head, trying to get his mind clear, but it had the opposite effect. Draco still hung in the back of his mind.
Of all the things he had lived through in his life: six attacks of Voldemort, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Dudley, Dementors, Basilisks, Gilderoy Lockhart, Mad Eye Moody…asking Draco if he was in love with him made Harry feel as scared as if he had been given the death penalty.
Harry walked over to the window overlooking the lake outside and sat down on the floor. He looked up at the darkened sky, seeing the dove constellation suddenly brought to mind his first year…
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," Harry said quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find – how about – up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move – you'll get us all into trouble."
Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him – and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he could do without being taught – this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.
He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"
"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.
Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; people below were clapping.
"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.
The same thought seemed to have struck Malfoy.
"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward back toward the ground.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down – next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball – wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching – he stretched out his hand – a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.
"HARRY POTTER!"
"Good times those were," Harry chuckled to himself, still looking at the dove in the sky named Aquila. "People still don't realize how hard it is to be a celebrity, even when you don't know how you became one." That thought seemed to trigger something in the back of his mind. An old saying.
"The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises, and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusions than all the veiled truth of the night."
Then he remembered where he had heard it…his mother, Lilly Potter.
"Remember, Harry, where ever you go, what ever you do with your life, don't forget the people that matter," Lilly said to her son, Harry, just days before she would die. "You're my precious little one, and if anything was to happen to you, I would die." Lilly walked over to the bay window by where Harry was sleeping silently.
"The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises, and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusions than all the veiled truth of the night."
Harry had been lost in his vision enough not to notice a single tear trickle down his cheek.
"God, I need some sleep," Harry murmured softly.
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Draco decided that the next morning he would tell Harry exactly how he felt. He would go over to the Griffindor table and say "Oh, Harry! I've decided I'm gay and I want you!" … no, no, no, that wouldn't work. How about "Hey, Harry! I have to have you right here right now, right in front of everyone."
Draco had no clue how to start to describe to Harry exactly what he was feeling inside when he looked at the Griffindor boy. It was all a big pile of scrambled eggs inside his head (scrambled eggs with salt, pepper and tomatoes…okay, make that a not-quite-cooked omelet.)
Draco sighed out loud. Crabbe and Goyle were looking at their "strong leader" in confusion.
"Somethin' wrong, Draco?" Goyle asked in a scratchy voice.
"Uh, no, not really, just thinking about stuff," Draco drawled.
I have to tell Harry right now, Draco thought to himself.
"I'll be right back guys," Draco said out loud, got up, and walked towards the Griffindor table.
"Hm, wonder what he's gonna do," Crabbe said to his larger friend across the table from him.
"I think you already know that one…he loves Harry."
"Um, Harry? Malfoy's walking over here," Hermione whispered to the dark brunette across the table from her.
"What? Where?" Harry turned around just in time to get his face thrown into Draco's stomach.
"Hello to you, too!" Malfoy said sarcastically.
"Uh, hi, Draco."
"I need to speak to you, Harry…without your friends," Draco said hushed.
"Uh, okay," Harry nodded. Draco began walking to the Great Hall entrance; Harry followed on his heels. "So, what's up?"
"Oh, not too much, I just wanted to tell you something," Draco said, stepping closer to Harry.
"Well, um, I'm afraid to ask, but what is it?"
"I, uh, I th-think, I…"
"You think you what?"
"I think I love you."
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"So you guys just kissed? All like that?" Ron asked later that night.
"Yeah, it was really weird at first," the emerald-eyed boy said cumbersomely.
"When would it not be weird?" Ron chuckled.
"You would know when you got there, Ron."
"So, you guys are together now?"
"Yeah, and like I said before, his head isn't all what you'd think it was…"
