CHAPTER 3
disclaimer: Harry Potter© J K Rowling, NO characters, spellbooks, potions, places, whatever, belong to me. *Blaaaaah, wish I owned Draco though...the little cutey...*
Ergh, chapter 3 already. Where's the hate mail full of bubotuber pus? Heh heh, errors detected in chapter 2. I notice that in para. 2, hmmm the word HIS has turned (by mistake) into hie...Too late to change it, though. Um...did I not freak you out with the dream? Naughty Draco...*shakes finger* Just kiddin', other fic Dracos have naughtier dreams...*smile* :) But did I not freak you out with the password? Duh, NO. But what does the word 'lovebites' make ya think of ? It's OK, this IS a PG-13 fic after all. (which is odd, because I'm 13 myself...) :P Thanks to all reviewers again!!! *boy, if this was in the forum, the entire message would be full of smilies...*
Written by: Hardyz Angel
Rating: PG-13 (SLASH)
Timing: 5th year
Spoilers: Spoilers confirmed! Esp. Bk 1,bk 4...
Summary: a mid-term potions project assigned by Snape forces Harry and Malfoy to work together, or perhaps discover that there's more than being forced...
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The door opened to reveal a staircase. next to the staircase itself was a narrow passageway which led to the empty room. Malfoy walked ahead, and Harry followed without a word, not quite sure of what to say after discovering the subject of his nightmare with a hand on his shoulder.
After entering the room, Draco pulled out a roll of parchment from his pocket. Harry, half thinking it might be a weapon of some sort, pulled out his wand from his sleeve to defend himself against whatever it was Malfoy was going to attack him with. Draco noticed the strange reaction, but said nothing and merely raised an eyebrow slightly in Harry's direction. After Harry had kept his wand, Draco walked to a nearby table and spread out parchment saying, "Let's get to work, Potter"
Draco was suddenly finding it hard to speak to Harry in his usual cold voice. Even after four long years of practice, the word 'Potter' was beginning to sound foreign. He decided to ignore the funny feeling which was building up inside him and instead try to concentrate on what he was doing. He was explaining the entire project to Harry, (Snape had given a parchment on the project to one person from each pair) but as his voice told of the object of an experiment they had to do, his finger was pointing repeatedly at the picture of a large mexican toadstool in a list of ingredients. Then Draco noticed that Harry was trembling. Harry was right next to him, asking, about something. Draco did not hear any words. All he saw was Harry's mouth moving. And his face.
He had the wildest desire, to reach out, and touch Harry's face. Then to his horror, he realized that his hand was already halfway there. He tried to stop himself, but it was impossible. So he turned what was meant to be a gentle touch into a hard slap. In a shocked daze, he said to himself 'I slapped him'. He was listening but he did not hear Harry's shout of pain. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry was shouting."I'm trying to be nice and not curse you here so why the hell did you slap me for?" The next moment, the door had slammed, and Draco was alone.
In the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
It's OK, he told himself with a sad smile. He was just 'trying to be nice'. I didn't mean to do that on purpose, anyway.
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Hermione covered her ears.
"Are you done with the complaints Harry?" she shouted as loud as she could. That made him shut up. "Maybe you had an ant on your face?" offered Ron. That didn't help, it made it worse. The two had never, in four years, seen Harry in such a black mood before. They didn't even understand why a small thing like a slap had set him off, when all the time Malfoy had been trying to curse or hex them. They didn't know, it was the dream that frightened him. The dream that he refused to tell of. The dream, that made him feel terrified at the thought of just Malfoy alone. No one would understand a dream like that. Physical contact. Malfoy had touched his face. Slapped him. Even the fact that Malfoy was suddenly being...different, scared him. It was scary. Yes, it was a dream, but even dreams can change reality. Can it?
Perhaps, it wasn't the dream. If not, what happened?
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It was 1 day wasted, 29 more to go. Less then a month to finish the project, in other words...cooperate.
Draco was out on the quidditch field practicing in the dark by himself. Of course he didn't really enjoy it as much as Harry did, but it did help to relieve him of the thoughts which were flooding his mind. Harry found his way into the team through pure talent, Draco had found his way in through his father's money. Still, it was pleasant to feel the wind on his face, blowing his hair around carelessly... Draco looked down at the grass, lit by the lights around the pitch. How green it was, it reminded him of a certain someone's eyes... He had let his emotions show yesterday. 'It was wrong, Draco', he scolded himself, 'NEVER ever do that again'. Never, that was a long time to wait for. Of course, if it never meant an eternity. But the eternity only lasted an hour.
"Going to slap me again, aren't you?", asked Harry. "Don't be daft, Potter. Can't a Slytherin seeker keep his broomstick without being bothered?" "Not if he's a Slytherin"retorted the Gryffindor. "Potter, If you would like me to slap you again, I gladly will". Harry stopped for a moment, not knowing how to react. He could run away, Malfoy was starting to freak him out already... Only cowards run, said a voice in the back of his head. 'Well, fine then,' Harry answered the imaginary voice. He took a step closer to Draco and said "Well fine, slap me. Then I'll hex you when you're done" Draco stared. This Harry Potter is crazy. eyes closed, getting ready to be slapped, Harry looked the very image of an angel. In Draco's vision he did. 'Harry Potter, you're crazy' thought Draco silently.
Then Draco kissed him, on the very place where he had been slapped earlier in the day. 'Well, I can be crazy too.'
Both were shocked. Draco was the first to escape. The only things he could think of to say to himself were 'Malfoy, you've done it. You're dead' And Harry was shocked enough to turn himself into a lunatic.Only one single thought stood out clearly amongst the rest, 'I can't hex him. He didn't slap me'
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He couldn't tell anyone. Was this counted as the effects of the dream? Maybe Malfoy had done it on purpose. To perform something almost on the same line as defiance. He didn't want to be hexed, but he didn't want to leave Harry alone either. So was that it? Then Harry recalled the look on Malfoy's face just before he had run. It was an expression of true terror, as if he couldn't believe what he had just did. But why did he look that way?
How curious, would he be able to find out?
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TO BE CONTINUED...OR NOT?
Alright, in most slash couples, they kiss first. In MY fanfic, how awful, Draco slaps Harry... :P At least he kissed him later on. Wait and see, maybe The Draco will kiss again! ...I'm weird, yeah, I KNOW. Whoa, major OOC, I know that too. I'm working on grammar, pity I can't get a good editor...
I'm dotty I'm crazy I'm mad I'm loony I'm insane I'm cracked but. WTF?! do ya think I care? NO!
P.S. Natalie aka Marshmallows-chan, if you actually found this and read it, I'll kill you. :P I'm threatening to use Avada Kedavra. [My wand is lousy, and it's pink] Oh I THANK harrypotter.com for givin' me such a WONDERFUL wand... AND for sorting me into Slytherin.(at least I'm w/ Draco) well at least I like my owl... I can always send Matt anyways, he'll stun you w/ a Twist of Fate. Or a neckbreaker would be fine...
disclaimer: Harry Potter© J K Rowling, NO characters, spellbooks, potions, places, whatever, belong to me. *Blaaaaah, wish I owned Draco though...the little cutey...*
Ergh, chapter 3 already. Where's the hate mail full of bubotuber pus? Heh heh, errors detected in chapter 2. I notice that in para. 2, hmmm the word HIS has turned (by mistake) into hie...Too late to change it, though. Um...did I not freak you out with the dream? Naughty Draco...*shakes finger* Just kiddin', other fic Dracos have naughtier dreams...*smile* :) But did I not freak you out with the password? Duh, NO. But what does the word 'lovebites' make ya think of ? It's OK, this IS a PG-13 fic after all. (which is odd, because I'm 13 myself...) :P Thanks to all reviewers again!!! *boy, if this was in the forum, the entire message would be full of smilies...*
Written by: Hardyz Angel
Rating: PG-13 (SLASH)
Timing: 5th year
Spoilers: Spoilers confirmed! Esp. Bk 1,bk 4...
Summary: a mid-term potions project assigned by Snape forces Harry and Malfoy to work together, or perhaps discover that there's more than being forced...
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
The door opened to reveal a staircase. next to the staircase itself was a narrow passageway which led to the empty room. Malfoy walked ahead, and Harry followed without a word, not quite sure of what to say after discovering the subject of his nightmare with a hand on his shoulder.
After entering the room, Draco pulled out a roll of parchment from his pocket. Harry, half thinking it might be a weapon of some sort, pulled out his wand from his sleeve to defend himself against whatever it was Malfoy was going to attack him with. Draco noticed the strange reaction, but said nothing and merely raised an eyebrow slightly in Harry's direction. After Harry had kept his wand, Draco walked to a nearby table and spread out parchment saying, "Let's get to work, Potter"
Draco was suddenly finding it hard to speak to Harry in his usual cold voice. Even after four long years of practice, the word 'Potter' was beginning to sound foreign. He decided to ignore the funny feeling which was building up inside him and instead try to concentrate on what he was doing. He was explaining the entire project to Harry, (Snape had given a parchment on the project to one person from each pair) but as his voice told of the object of an experiment they had to do, his finger was pointing repeatedly at the picture of a large mexican toadstool in a list of ingredients. Then Draco noticed that Harry was trembling. Harry was right next to him, asking, about something. Draco did not hear any words. All he saw was Harry's mouth moving. And his face.
He had the wildest desire, to reach out, and touch Harry's face. Then to his horror, he realized that his hand was already halfway there. He tried to stop himself, but it was impossible. So he turned what was meant to be a gentle touch into a hard slap. In a shocked daze, he said to himself 'I slapped him'. He was listening but he did not hear Harry's shout of pain. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry was shouting."I'm trying to be nice and not curse you here so why the hell did you slap me for?" The next moment, the door had slammed, and Draco was alone.
In the empty room behind the hidden staircase...
It's OK, he told himself with a sad smile. He was just 'trying to be nice'. I didn't mean to do that on purpose, anyway.
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
Hermione covered her ears.
"Are you done with the complaints Harry?" she shouted as loud as she could. That made him shut up. "Maybe you had an ant on your face?" offered Ron. That didn't help, it made it worse. The two had never, in four years, seen Harry in such a black mood before. They didn't even understand why a small thing like a slap had set him off, when all the time Malfoy had been trying to curse or hex them. They didn't know, it was the dream that frightened him. The dream that he refused to tell of. The dream, that made him feel terrified at the thought of just Malfoy alone. No one would understand a dream like that. Physical contact. Malfoy had touched his face. Slapped him. Even the fact that Malfoy was suddenly being...different, scared him. It was scary. Yes, it was a dream, but even dreams can change reality. Can it?
Perhaps, it wasn't the dream. If not, what happened?
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
It was 1 day wasted, 29 more to go. Less then a month to finish the project, in other words...cooperate.
Draco was out on the quidditch field practicing in the dark by himself. Of course he didn't really enjoy it as much as Harry did, but it did help to relieve him of the thoughts which were flooding his mind. Harry found his way into the team through pure talent, Draco had found his way in through his father's money. Still, it was pleasant to feel the wind on his face, blowing his hair around carelessly... Draco looked down at the grass, lit by the lights around the pitch. How green it was, it reminded him of a certain someone's eyes... He had let his emotions show yesterday. 'It was wrong, Draco', he scolded himself, 'NEVER ever do that again'. Never, that was a long time to wait for. Of course, if it never meant an eternity. But the eternity only lasted an hour.
"Going to slap me again, aren't you?", asked Harry. "Don't be daft, Potter. Can't a Slytherin seeker keep his broomstick without being bothered?" "Not if he's a Slytherin"retorted the Gryffindor. "Potter, If you would like me to slap you again, I gladly will". Harry stopped for a moment, not knowing how to react. He could run away, Malfoy was starting to freak him out already... Only cowards run, said a voice in the back of his head. 'Well, fine then,' Harry answered the imaginary voice. He took a step closer to Draco and said "Well fine, slap me. Then I'll hex you when you're done" Draco stared. This Harry Potter is crazy. eyes closed, getting ready to be slapped, Harry looked the very image of an angel. In Draco's vision he did. 'Harry Potter, you're crazy' thought Draco silently.
Then Draco kissed him, on the very place where he had been slapped earlier in the day. 'Well, I can be crazy too.'
Both were shocked. Draco was the first to escape. The only things he could think of to say to himself were 'Malfoy, you've done it. You're dead' And Harry was shocked enough to turn himself into a lunatic.Only one single thought stood out clearly amongst the rest, 'I can't hex him. He didn't slap me'
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
He couldn't tell anyone. Was this counted as the effects of the dream? Maybe Malfoy had done it on purpose. To perform something almost on the same line as defiance. He didn't want to be hexed, but he didn't want to leave Harry alone either. So was that it? Then Harry recalled the look on Malfoy's face just before he had run. It was an expression of true terror, as if he couldn't believe what he had just did. But why did he look that way?
How curious, would he be able to find out?
:: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::
TO BE CONTINUED...OR NOT?
Alright, in most slash couples, they kiss first. In MY fanfic, how awful, Draco slaps Harry... :P At least he kissed him later on. Wait and see, maybe The Draco will kiss again! ...I'm weird, yeah, I KNOW. Whoa, major OOC, I know that too. I'm working on grammar, pity I can't get a good editor...
I'm dotty I'm crazy I'm mad I'm loony I'm insane I'm cracked but. WTF?! do ya think I care? NO!
P.S. Natalie aka Marshmallows-chan, if you actually found this and read it, I'll kill you. :P I'm threatening to use Avada Kedavra. [My wand is lousy, and it's pink] Oh I THANK harrypotter.com for givin' me such a WONDERFUL wand... AND for sorting me into Slytherin.(at least I'm w/ Draco) well at least I like my owl... I can always send Matt anyways, he'll stun you w/ a Twist of Fate. Or a neckbreaker would be fine...
