Author's Note: moving up to a PG-13 rating for some snogging and a little groping -- not slash (not yet :)
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April 28th
Dear Amy,
Well well well. You should be very pleased with yourself. I tried out your idea and it worked like a charm. My darling boys aren't together yet, but I've set the pot a-boiling.
Flashback to last night, midnightish. By now I've heard horror tales of the janitor-caretaker man, Mr. Filch, and his evil cat Mrs. Norris. Not to mention the fact that there are tons of ghosts, a nasty poltergeist, and unknown things prowling the halls of Hogwarts. But, being me, I just had to set out and explore the school by night anyway. I was wandering down one of the school corridors when I thought I heard a yowl from around the corner. I thought it might be Chessie, since I hadn't seen her all day, so I started to go towards it. Just then a door opened on my left and something yanked me inside, clamping a hand over my mouth so I couldn't make a sound.
Okay, here's the really weird part. I could feel a body pressed against me, I could feel a hand on my mouth and another around my waist. But I couldn't SEE anybody. Naturally I started to freak out.
"It's me Harry," I heard a voice whisper in my ear. "Stand still!"
I heard the rustle of some delicate fabric being drawn over me, blocking the door from view.
"Harry, what are you--"
"Shh!" he hissed. "It's Mrs. Norris and Filch'll be right behind!"
So I shut up. I tell you what, being effectively snuggled against a good-looking boy was a harrowing experience, but I managed to get through it somehow.
After a few minutes past he deemed it safe and let me go. I turned around to see him emerge slowly: first his arm, then his head -- a disembodied head -- then his hand worked in midair and he could be seen fully. A silvery cloak fell to the floor. Harry explained that it was an invisibility cloak he'd gotten from his father. How cool is THAT?
I asked him what he was doing out at night and he said that he was practicing some spells the teachers hadn't taught us yet. I wanted to ask what they were, but he changed the subject quickly, asking ME what I was doing out at night. I told him I was just roaming around, chronic insomniac, etc. He was telling me sternly that I should go back -- and I was preparing to bitch him out -- when the door opened. And guess who came in?
That's right, Draco Malfoy. You win a prize. Fly out to England and collect your lifetime supply of pink leiderhosen.
Anyway, this is the part where it gets interesting, so I'm going to try and copy the dialogue as best as I can remember it.
"Potter," he drawled with a sneer.
"Malfoy," Harry ground out. Oh, beautiful, beautiful testosterone overdose. Wonderful display of male posturing.
"Hello Eva," he said without looking at me. "Potter here trying to get you in trouble?"
"Nope," I said cheerfully. "Just taking a midnight stroll."
Harry frowned at me. "I can't believe you're on friendly terms with him," he muttered in an undertone.
Draco stepped forward, puffed up like a very dangerous rooster. "What's that?" he said in a low, glittering voice. "Want to share?"
Harry said nothing. He looked angry and just a bit -- just a TAD -- confused. 'Ha!' I thought triumphantly. 'He can't deny his feelings any longer!'
But alarmingly Harry's fists were clenched and he drew himself up threateningly. Oh crap. I really didn't want them to bruise each other. I knew they'd be evenly matched in a magical fight -- unless Draco played dirty, as he was reputed to do. But physically it was a toss-up. Harry was a little heavier, yes, but Draco was taller and looked like he might be a touch quicker. What to do, what to do?
I did the thing any sensible girl would do -- and then I did what you advised me to do. I sidled between them, one hand on either (mmmm) chest, and blurted out "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
They both stared at me, but thankfully lost the brawling attitude.
"Are you crazy?" Harry snapped.
"Yes she is," Draco said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Aw come on, it'll be fun!"
Both of them took a step back.
"Absolutely not," Harry said in alarm.
"No fucking way," Draco said calmly.
I broke out the Million Dollar Pout then. The MDP, as you well know, has gotten me out of some very tough scrapes. There was that time I borrowed Daddy's enchanted Mazda for a joyride to San Francisco. And there was the time I superglued the bottoms of Darlene's $150 ballet slippers together. And there was that little incident involving Principal Abrams' toupee and Chessie's back claws. Oh yes, the MDP has served its mistress well. When I turned it on Draco and Harry, adding the Chocolate Lab Puppy-Dog Eyes, they didn't have a chance.
Harry immediately turned pink and looked away, with a muttered "Oh, fine, whatever."
Draco studied me intently. I started to think that maybe he was getting some inkling of what I was up to. Finally he said in a cool voice, "Yeah, sure, but I've never played before. How does it go?"
Elated, I plopped down on the floor (we were in a deserted classroom, I forgot to mention that). The boys reluctantly followed me, Harry eyeing Draco suspiciously while Draco smirked at him in return.
"Okay," I said, sitting Indian-style. "One person asks another person 'Truth or Dare?' and the other person picks either one, then the first person has to come up with a question or a dare."
"Sounds harmless," Harry ventured. Hah. He's obviously never been to one of our slumber parties, eh? But I just smiled and said no, it wasn't.
"Who goes first?" Draco wanted to know, sounding bored.
"Whoever's oldest and whoever's youngest. My birthday's in May, when are
yours?"
"February," Draco said.
"July," from Harry. He and Draco sized each other up for what had to be the twentieth time.
This had worked out better than I could've planned. I sat back to watch the fireworks. "So Draco, you ask."
He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "This is so stupid."
I kicked him gently. "Get on with it."
"Truth or Dare?" he said to Harry in a monotone.
Harry opened his mouth and I was sure he was about to say Dare, but he and Draco were staring each other down, and whatever Harry saw in his opponent's eyes made him change it to Truth.
A flicker of surprise crossed Draco's face before it turned to scorn. "Scared, Potter?"
"No," Harry replied quietly. Their eyes were still locked. THIS, Amy, is what I meant by sexual tension. Even from this measly paper, can't you just FEEL the vibes and the subtext?
"It has to be a good question," I warned Draco, "or it doesn't count. None of this 'what's your favorite color' shit."
"Fine. What's your favorite Quidditch team?"
"THAT doesn't count!" I said as loud as my whisper would go.
Surly, Draco muttered, "Give me a minute, then." He tilted his head, still looking at Harry, and thought. Finally he said in a voice that was trying to come off as bored but failing, "How can you stand living with those Muggles?" Okay, so it wasn't the soul-searching question I wanted, but it would do.
"I've got nowhere else to go," said Harry sharply.
"Why not go out on your own?"
"I'm underage! I can't live by myself!"
"Sure you can. I do."
"But YOUR parents are still--" Harry stopped suddenly.
Draco looked away. "Alive?" he said softly. "Not to me, they aren't."
Harry looked like he was reconfiguring something in his brain. And also like he'd been hiding something in his answer -- remind me to ask him about that again some time.
"Now what?" Draco asked harshly, his bravado returned.
"It's Harry's turn. He asks me."
"Right." Harry turned to me. "Truth or Dare, Eva?"
"Truth," I answered promptly.
Harry chewed his lip thoughtfully, trying to come up with a good question. I observed carefully how Draco's eyes were drawn to those lips before he caught himself -- and caught me looking. His mouth tightened like he was daring me to say something.
"Any day now, Potter," he said in a clipped tone.
Harry spared him a glare before speaking. "Okay. What's, um, what's your happiest childhood memory?"
He and Draco shared a look that I STILL can't decipher, even as I'm writing this.
"Easy," I said. "Sunday nights. It was the only day that my parents were both off work together, so we'd spend the whole day together. Church in the morning--" I made a face and Harry laughed. "Then we'd do something fun. When I was really little it was usually a trip to the park. Then I started getting creative at about seven and it was a craft, spaghetti necklaces or pinecone angels or something." They leaned closer, taking in my every word. "Every now and then there'd be a movie, but Dad preferred doing something more productive with his time. We'd make sock puppets and act out fairy tales," I said, smiling at the memory. Both of the boys were listening with this sort of hunger in their eyes that was heartbreaking to see. "After, we'd all help make dinner and eat at the dining room table with the fancy dishes, pretending we were a royal family. Daddy was the noble king, Mama was the beautiful queen, and I was the 'cute little scamp' of a princess . . ." I trailed off, thinking of living with anyone as cruel as Draco's father, as cold as Harry's Aunt Petunia, and I felt tears forming behind my eyes, so I stopped.
"Anyway," I said, a little thickly. "That's it. Sundays."
Draco sat back on his heels, his jaw set. Harry hugged himself unconsciously.
"My turn." They were both quiet. The mood had definitely taken a turn for the quiet. "Draco, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," he said defiantly.
"I dare you to pick Truth." He was NOT avoiding share-time as long as I could help it.
He stared at me with his mouth open. "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can." I know you can't, Amy, but THEY didn't know it.
"Fine," Draco said, trying to look to look unconcerned. "Shoot."
I had my question picked out, of course. "What's your greatest fear?"
Harry was mightily interested in this. Draco stared down at the floor. "That's easy," he said dully. "Being a Malfoy."
"But you ARE a Malfoy," said Harry in puzzlement.
Draco shook his head, still not looking at either of us. "You don't understand. Being . . . being a MALFOY." And even I could hear all the connotations that came with the word. "I hate being me because it's -- it's never good enough, and it's never strong enough, and it's never what anybody wants. But I'd much rather be me than . . . my father, my father or anyone else in my family. I wouldn't do that -- I COULDN'T," he said, finally meeting Harry's eyes, his voice earnest
.
They stared at each other for a little while, Draco looking vulnerable and Harry looking conflicted. And I swear, Amy, neither of them moved but it felt like they were leaning forward, getting closer and closer . . . until Draco's back straightened like a steel rod and all his pain went behind those gray eyes again. "My turn," he said savagely. "Truth or Dare, Potter?"
"Dare," Harry said, still flushing deeply with some emotion he couldn't name (but I could! It was LOVE, dammit!)
"I dare you to kiss Eva."
Oh wow.
Harry blanched. "But I -- she -- we barely know each other!"
"It's just a kiss," Draco said, smiling maliciously.
Harry looked over at me. "Besides, she doesn't want to -- do you?"
I shrugged. "Why not?" Hey, I like a good kiss every now and then.
"You going to back down, Potter? Going to puss out like you always do?"
"No!" Harry said fiercely. He leaned closer to me, clearly preparing for a quick little smooch, no tongue or hands involved.
His head was blocking my line of sight, so I couldn't see Draco's face when he ordered, "And not just a peck on the cheek, either -- it has to last for, oh, let's say twenty seconds."
"Fine," Harry gritted over his shoulder. He looked at me, anxious. I'd bet his palms were sweaty. It would've been adorable except that I didn't really think it was from the prospect of kissing me, exactly. "You all right with this, Eva?"
"Peachy, Harry." So he moved in and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, that sort of kiss from a boy who's got natural talent at it. I don't think it was his first, but there can't have been too many before me. When Draco called time, I had a pleasant few dozen butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
"Mmm," I said as he pulled away. "Nice."
Harry grinned, looking embarrassed. Draco was looking at us both, an inscrutable expression on his face.
"I go now, right?" Harry said. I nodded. Blahblahblah, you know the drill, except I picked Dare this time. He didn't even have to think before he said quickly, "I dare you to kiss Draco."
Alright, this was starting to go in weird directions that we didn't foresee. I figured Draco's dare had just been to shake Harry up a little, and maybe get off on it in the meantime, but I couldn't fathom why HARRY was doing the same thing.
Draco narrowed his eyes, looking Harry up and down. He seemed rather pleased.
"Longer," Harry ordered. "A full minute."
"Okay," I said, trying not to sound giddy. More fun for me!
The object of my dare didn't come over to me like Harry did; he leaned back confidently and crooked a finger at me, still staring at Harry.
I scooted over next to him and as I leaned in, he grabbed me and proceeded to kiss the hell out of me. There's no other way to describe it, Amy, it's like the boy STUDIED or something. Harry was sweet, but Draco knew the art of a good kiss and DAMN, it was nice. And his hands -- he made good use of his hands. REALLY good use.
So you can see why I got a little caught up and the next thing I knew was Harry slamming the classroom door, having ran out.
Draco released me immediately and I almost fell, my head was so buzzy. I turned around and we both stared at the closed door.
I looked at Draco. His face was pained.
"He likes you," Draco said softly, and for a moment I thought he was talking to the door because that's where his eyes were still focused.
I shrugged. "Yeah." I knew he did, just like I knew Draco liked me despite himself -- but not at all in the way they felt about each other.
He looked at me then and his eyes were wary. "What are you playing at, Eva?"
Ignoring his question, I said, "You're in love with Harry, aren't you?"
Took me awhile to noticed that those beautiful gray eyes were shining because they were filled with tears. "Yes," he whispered.
I touched his shoulder, making him flinch. "Don't worry," I said lamely. "Everything'll be fine."
"No." He shook his head, furiously rubbing the heel of his hand across his face. "You don't understand, you haven't been here all these years. This mess -- such a mess -- I'm sorry, Eva, I have to go." He got up quickly, a little shakily. Before he got to the door he turned as though he'd suddenly remembered something. "You won't -- if you tell ANYONE, especially -- I swear I'll --" His voice was shaking.
"I won't. Promise." I solemnly held up a hand.
He chuckled. "You're alright, Eva." And then he left and I went back to my own room.
So now I'm sitting here the morning after. Aren't you proud of me? I made them make each other jealous! Okay, so maybe it wasn't fun to imagine the look on Harry's face when I was kissing Draco. But these are just bumps in the road. I can do this. I can hook up two boys who've been public enemies for almost six years.
I CAN.
Don't believe me, Amy? You just wait. I'm not through with them yet.
Love from Evaphrodite
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April 28th
Dear Amy,
Well well well. You should be very pleased with yourself. I tried out your idea and it worked like a charm. My darling boys aren't together yet, but I've set the pot a-boiling.
Flashback to last night, midnightish. By now I've heard horror tales of the janitor-caretaker man, Mr. Filch, and his evil cat Mrs. Norris. Not to mention the fact that there are tons of ghosts, a nasty poltergeist, and unknown things prowling the halls of Hogwarts. But, being me, I just had to set out and explore the school by night anyway. I was wandering down one of the school corridors when I thought I heard a yowl from around the corner. I thought it might be Chessie, since I hadn't seen her all day, so I started to go towards it. Just then a door opened on my left and something yanked me inside, clamping a hand over my mouth so I couldn't make a sound.
Okay, here's the really weird part. I could feel a body pressed against me, I could feel a hand on my mouth and another around my waist. But I couldn't SEE anybody. Naturally I started to freak out.
"It's me Harry," I heard a voice whisper in my ear. "Stand still!"
I heard the rustle of some delicate fabric being drawn over me, blocking the door from view.
"Harry, what are you--"
"Shh!" he hissed. "It's Mrs. Norris and Filch'll be right behind!"
So I shut up. I tell you what, being effectively snuggled against a good-looking boy was a harrowing experience, but I managed to get through it somehow.
After a few minutes past he deemed it safe and let me go. I turned around to see him emerge slowly: first his arm, then his head -- a disembodied head -- then his hand worked in midair and he could be seen fully. A silvery cloak fell to the floor. Harry explained that it was an invisibility cloak he'd gotten from his father. How cool is THAT?
I asked him what he was doing out at night and he said that he was practicing some spells the teachers hadn't taught us yet. I wanted to ask what they were, but he changed the subject quickly, asking ME what I was doing out at night. I told him I was just roaming around, chronic insomniac, etc. He was telling me sternly that I should go back -- and I was preparing to bitch him out -- when the door opened. And guess who came in?
That's right, Draco Malfoy. You win a prize. Fly out to England and collect your lifetime supply of pink leiderhosen.
Anyway, this is the part where it gets interesting, so I'm going to try and copy the dialogue as best as I can remember it.
"Potter," he drawled with a sneer.
"Malfoy," Harry ground out. Oh, beautiful, beautiful testosterone overdose. Wonderful display of male posturing.
"Hello Eva," he said without looking at me. "Potter here trying to get you in trouble?"
"Nope," I said cheerfully. "Just taking a midnight stroll."
Harry frowned at me. "I can't believe you're on friendly terms with him," he muttered in an undertone.
Draco stepped forward, puffed up like a very dangerous rooster. "What's that?" he said in a low, glittering voice. "Want to share?"
Harry said nothing. He looked angry and just a bit -- just a TAD -- confused. 'Ha!' I thought triumphantly. 'He can't deny his feelings any longer!'
But alarmingly Harry's fists were clenched and he drew himself up threateningly. Oh crap. I really didn't want them to bruise each other. I knew they'd be evenly matched in a magical fight -- unless Draco played dirty, as he was reputed to do. But physically it was a toss-up. Harry was a little heavier, yes, but Draco was taller and looked like he might be a touch quicker. What to do, what to do?
I did the thing any sensible girl would do -- and then I did what you advised me to do. I sidled between them, one hand on either (mmmm) chest, and blurted out "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
They both stared at me, but thankfully lost the brawling attitude.
"Are you crazy?" Harry snapped.
"Yes she is," Draco said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Aw come on, it'll be fun!"
Both of them took a step back.
"Absolutely not," Harry said in alarm.
"No fucking way," Draco said calmly.
I broke out the Million Dollar Pout then. The MDP, as you well know, has gotten me out of some very tough scrapes. There was that time I borrowed Daddy's enchanted Mazda for a joyride to San Francisco. And there was the time I superglued the bottoms of Darlene's $150 ballet slippers together. And there was that little incident involving Principal Abrams' toupee and Chessie's back claws. Oh yes, the MDP has served its mistress well. When I turned it on Draco and Harry, adding the Chocolate Lab Puppy-Dog Eyes, they didn't have a chance.
Harry immediately turned pink and looked away, with a muttered "Oh, fine, whatever."
Draco studied me intently. I started to think that maybe he was getting some inkling of what I was up to. Finally he said in a cool voice, "Yeah, sure, but I've never played before. How does it go?"
Elated, I plopped down on the floor (we were in a deserted classroom, I forgot to mention that). The boys reluctantly followed me, Harry eyeing Draco suspiciously while Draco smirked at him in return.
"Okay," I said, sitting Indian-style. "One person asks another person 'Truth or Dare?' and the other person picks either one, then the first person has to come up with a question or a dare."
"Sounds harmless," Harry ventured. Hah. He's obviously never been to one of our slumber parties, eh? But I just smiled and said no, it wasn't.
"Who goes first?" Draco wanted to know, sounding bored.
"Whoever's oldest and whoever's youngest. My birthday's in May, when are
yours?"
"February," Draco said.
"July," from Harry. He and Draco sized each other up for what had to be the twentieth time.
This had worked out better than I could've planned. I sat back to watch the fireworks. "So Draco, you ask."
He sighed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "This is so stupid."
I kicked him gently. "Get on with it."
"Truth or Dare?" he said to Harry in a monotone.
Harry opened his mouth and I was sure he was about to say Dare, but he and Draco were staring each other down, and whatever Harry saw in his opponent's eyes made him change it to Truth.
A flicker of surprise crossed Draco's face before it turned to scorn. "Scared, Potter?"
"No," Harry replied quietly. Their eyes were still locked. THIS, Amy, is what I meant by sexual tension. Even from this measly paper, can't you just FEEL the vibes and the subtext?
"It has to be a good question," I warned Draco, "or it doesn't count. None of this 'what's your favorite color' shit."
"Fine. What's your favorite Quidditch team?"
"THAT doesn't count!" I said as loud as my whisper would go.
Surly, Draco muttered, "Give me a minute, then." He tilted his head, still looking at Harry, and thought. Finally he said in a voice that was trying to come off as bored but failing, "How can you stand living with those Muggles?" Okay, so it wasn't the soul-searching question I wanted, but it would do.
"I've got nowhere else to go," said Harry sharply.
"Why not go out on your own?"
"I'm underage! I can't live by myself!"
"Sure you can. I do."
"But YOUR parents are still--" Harry stopped suddenly.
Draco looked away. "Alive?" he said softly. "Not to me, they aren't."
Harry looked like he was reconfiguring something in his brain. And also like he'd been hiding something in his answer -- remind me to ask him about that again some time.
"Now what?" Draco asked harshly, his bravado returned.
"It's Harry's turn. He asks me."
"Right." Harry turned to me. "Truth or Dare, Eva?"
"Truth," I answered promptly.
Harry chewed his lip thoughtfully, trying to come up with a good question. I observed carefully how Draco's eyes were drawn to those lips before he caught himself -- and caught me looking. His mouth tightened like he was daring me to say something.
"Any day now, Potter," he said in a clipped tone.
Harry spared him a glare before speaking. "Okay. What's, um, what's your happiest childhood memory?"
He and Draco shared a look that I STILL can't decipher, even as I'm writing this.
"Easy," I said. "Sunday nights. It was the only day that my parents were both off work together, so we'd spend the whole day together. Church in the morning--" I made a face and Harry laughed. "Then we'd do something fun. When I was really little it was usually a trip to the park. Then I started getting creative at about seven and it was a craft, spaghetti necklaces or pinecone angels or something." They leaned closer, taking in my every word. "Every now and then there'd be a movie, but Dad preferred doing something more productive with his time. We'd make sock puppets and act out fairy tales," I said, smiling at the memory. Both of the boys were listening with this sort of hunger in their eyes that was heartbreaking to see. "After, we'd all help make dinner and eat at the dining room table with the fancy dishes, pretending we were a royal family. Daddy was the noble king, Mama was the beautiful queen, and I was the 'cute little scamp' of a princess . . ." I trailed off, thinking of living with anyone as cruel as Draco's father, as cold as Harry's Aunt Petunia, and I felt tears forming behind my eyes, so I stopped.
"Anyway," I said, a little thickly. "That's it. Sundays."
Draco sat back on his heels, his jaw set. Harry hugged himself unconsciously.
"My turn." They were both quiet. The mood had definitely taken a turn for the quiet. "Draco, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," he said defiantly.
"I dare you to pick Truth." He was NOT avoiding share-time as long as I could help it.
He stared at me with his mouth open. "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can." I know you can't, Amy, but THEY didn't know it.
"Fine," Draco said, trying to look to look unconcerned. "Shoot."
I had my question picked out, of course. "What's your greatest fear?"
Harry was mightily interested in this. Draco stared down at the floor. "That's easy," he said dully. "Being a Malfoy."
"But you ARE a Malfoy," said Harry in puzzlement.
Draco shook his head, still not looking at either of us. "You don't understand. Being . . . being a MALFOY." And even I could hear all the connotations that came with the word. "I hate being me because it's -- it's never good enough, and it's never strong enough, and it's never what anybody wants. But I'd much rather be me than . . . my father, my father or anyone else in my family. I wouldn't do that -- I COULDN'T," he said, finally meeting Harry's eyes, his voice earnest
.
They stared at each other for a little while, Draco looking vulnerable and Harry looking conflicted. And I swear, Amy, neither of them moved but it felt like they were leaning forward, getting closer and closer . . . until Draco's back straightened like a steel rod and all his pain went behind those gray eyes again. "My turn," he said savagely. "Truth or Dare, Potter?"
"Dare," Harry said, still flushing deeply with some emotion he couldn't name (but I could! It was LOVE, dammit!)
"I dare you to kiss Eva."
Oh wow.
Harry blanched. "But I -- she -- we barely know each other!"
"It's just a kiss," Draco said, smiling maliciously.
Harry looked over at me. "Besides, she doesn't want to -- do you?"
I shrugged. "Why not?" Hey, I like a good kiss every now and then.
"You going to back down, Potter? Going to puss out like you always do?"
"No!" Harry said fiercely. He leaned closer to me, clearly preparing for a quick little smooch, no tongue or hands involved.
His head was blocking my line of sight, so I couldn't see Draco's face when he ordered, "And not just a peck on the cheek, either -- it has to last for, oh, let's say twenty seconds."
"Fine," Harry gritted over his shoulder. He looked at me, anxious. I'd bet his palms were sweaty. It would've been adorable except that I didn't really think it was from the prospect of kissing me, exactly. "You all right with this, Eva?"
"Peachy, Harry." So he moved in and kissed me. It was slow and sweet, that sort of kiss from a boy who's got natural talent at it. I don't think it was his first, but there can't have been too many before me. When Draco called time, I had a pleasant few dozen butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
"Mmm," I said as he pulled away. "Nice."
Harry grinned, looking embarrassed. Draco was looking at us both, an inscrutable expression on his face.
"I go now, right?" Harry said. I nodded. Blahblahblah, you know the drill, except I picked Dare this time. He didn't even have to think before he said quickly, "I dare you to kiss Draco."
Alright, this was starting to go in weird directions that we didn't foresee. I figured Draco's dare had just been to shake Harry up a little, and maybe get off on it in the meantime, but I couldn't fathom why HARRY was doing the same thing.
Draco narrowed his eyes, looking Harry up and down. He seemed rather pleased.
"Longer," Harry ordered. "A full minute."
"Okay," I said, trying not to sound giddy. More fun for me!
The object of my dare didn't come over to me like Harry did; he leaned back confidently and crooked a finger at me, still staring at Harry.
I scooted over next to him and as I leaned in, he grabbed me and proceeded to kiss the hell out of me. There's no other way to describe it, Amy, it's like the boy STUDIED or something. Harry was sweet, but Draco knew the art of a good kiss and DAMN, it was nice. And his hands -- he made good use of his hands. REALLY good use.
So you can see why I got a little caught up and the next thing I knew was Harry slamming the classroom door, having ran out.
Draco released me immediately and I almost fell, my head was so buzzy. I turned around and we both stared at the closed door.
I looked at Draco. His face was pained.
"He likes you," Draco said softly, and for a moment I thought he was talking to the door because that's where his eyes were still focused.
I shrugged. "Yeah." I knew he did, just like I knew Draco liked me despite himself -- but not at all in the way they felt about each other.
He looked at me then and his eyes were wary. "What are you playing at, Eva?"
Ignoring his question, I said, "You're in love with Harry, aren't you?"
Took me awhile to noticed that those beautiful gray eyes were shining because they were filled with tears. "Yes," he whispered.
I touched his shoulder, making him flinch. "Don't worry," I said lamely. "Everything'll be fine."
"No." He shook his head, furiously rubbing the heel of his hand across his face. "You don't understand, you haven't been here all these years. This mess -- such a mess -- I'm sorry, Eva, I have to go." He got up quickly, a little shakily. Before he got to the door he turned as though he'd suddenly remembered something. "You won't -- if you tell ANYONE, especially -- I swear I'll --" His voice was shaking.
"I won't. Promise." I solemnly held up a hand.
He chuckled. "You're alright, Eva." And then he left and I went back to my own room.
So now I'm sitting here the morning after. Aren't you proud of me? I made them make each other jealous! Okay, so maybe it wasn't fun to imagine the look on Harry's face when I was kissing Draco. But these are just bumps in the road. I can do this. I can hook up two boys who've been public enemies for almost six years.
I CAN.
Don't believe me, Amy? You just wait. I'm not through with them yet.
Love from Evaphrodite
