Title: So, romantic, huh?
Author: Marina
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing mentioned in Harry Potter books belongs to me
Summary: The first time should always be perfect, and Harry's really working on it.
Review please, your effort is appreciated here!!
Chapter four.
Harry and Hermione set down at the table outside of the little cafe and ordered each soda. Having done most of their shopping they decided to take a little break and indulge themselves with the cold drinks on the hot June day. But the task was far from over.
"So, are you going to change the look of your room?" asked Hermione, pushing the parcel off to the side so that she could see Harry.
"Why? Do I need to?" asked he.
"Well, I'm assuming that that's going to be the place, right?"
"Yeah!"
"And it probably looks like any teenage boy's room."
"Well, I am a teenage boy!" said indignantly Harry.
"Thus a conclusion: it probably doesn't look very romantic."
"No." agreed Harry. "What do you think I should do?"
"It's hard to say right of my head. I've never seen your room. But first of all you should get rid of most things that imply your teenage nature. Describe your room."
"Well, it's square, had one bed, one table, couch by the window, book case, and different toys and other small things."
"Toys and small things will have to go. And couch, you will need to cover it with something, for a romantic effect. Clean up the room, and you should get dark curtains for the windows. For the desired effect. You probably will want to room to look a bit darker, so that candles would be providing most of the light!"
"All right!" agreed Harry.
He could almost picture the new look of this room. An escape place for two people crazy in love with each other. Harry saw him and Draco walking into the room and sitting down on the couch to watch the full moon out of the window. Their finger tenderly playing with each other and eyes shining passionately at each other.
"Earth to Harry," called him Hermione, abruptly stopping his day dreaming. "The smile on you face, like you're already there."
"I was," grumpily answered Harry. "Haven't you heard of imagination?"
"Sure! It's that thing that you and Ron used to make your Divination homework, right?" Hermione laughed at her own caustic words when Harry pouted. "Oh, lighten up, it is true."
"Whatever." said Harry. "How are you getting home?"
"By train. You?"
"Not yet. Still have to go to the picture shop to put in the order."
"You decided to go with the present?"
"Yeah. I want to give it to him so that he'll know he can always count on me being their for him."
Harry walked Hermione to the train station and then headed into the picture shop. After having put in his order, he also went home. On his way there he kept thinking of how everything will go on their special evening.
Harry felt the need not to make the evening perfect only for himself, but for Draco as well. He now felt like he was Draco's only family, because ever since the boy refused to follow his father's steps, he did not keep contact with his parents. Because Harry himself did not have his parents and did not get to know what it feels like to have a family until he came to live with Sirius, he felt partly guilty, partly sorry for Draco.
Guilty, because he knew that he had effected Draco's decision not to become Death Eater and thus made him repudiate his family. And sorry, because he knew what it's like to have no one in the world. And now all he wanted to do is to make sure that he was enough for Draco so the other boy will not need anyone else. He wanted to be better then any family for Draco, wanted to be the only person with whom Draco would want to be with.
Because lately Harry started to feel more and more like Draco was the only person he wanted to be with.
Chapter five is on its way. Though I might be busy this week, so don't hate me. I'm really trying...
Author: Marina
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: nothing mentioned in Harry Potter books belongs to me
Summary: The first time should always be perfect, and Harry's really working on it.
Review please, your effort is appreciated here!!
Chapter four.
Harry and Hermione set down at the table outside of the little cafe and ordered each soda. Having done most of their shopping they decided to take a little break and indulge themselves with the cold drinks on the hot June day. But the task was far from over.
"So, are you going to change the look of your room?" asked Hermione, pushing the parcel off to the side so that she could see Harry.
"Why? Do I need to?" asked he.
"Well, I'm assuming that that's going to be the place, right?"
"Yeah!"
"And it probably looks like any teenage boy's room."
"Well, I am a teenage boy!" said indignantly Harry.
"Thus a conclusion: it probably doesn't look very romantic."
"No." agreed Harry. "What do you think I should do?"
"It's hard to say right of my head. I've never seen your room. But first of all you should get rid of most things that imply your teenage nature. Describe your room."
"Well, it's square, had one bed, one table, couch by the window, book case, and different toys and other small things."
"Toys and small things will have to go. And couch, you will need to cover it with something, for a romantic effect. Clean up the room, and you should get dark curtains for the windows. For the desired effect. You probably will want to room to look a bit darker, so that candles would be providing most of the light!"
"All right!" agreed Harry.
He could almost picture the new look of this room. An escape place for two people crazy in love with each other. Harry saw him and Draco walking into the room and sitting down on the couch to watch the full moon out of the window. Their finger tenderly playing with each other and eyes shining passionately at each other.
"Earth to Harry," called him Hermione, abruptly stopping his day dreaming. "The smile on you face, like you're already there."
"I was," grumpily answered Harry. "Haven't you heard of imagination?"
"Sure! It's that thing that you and Ron used to make your Divination homework, right?" Hermione laughed at her own caustic words when Harry pouted. "Oh, lighten up, it is true."
"Whatever." said Harry. "How are you getting home?"
"By train. You?"
"Not yet. Still have to go to the picture shop to put in the order."
"You decided to go with the present?"
"Yeah. I want to give it to him so that he'll know he can always count on me being their for him."
Harry walked Hermione to the train station and then headed into the picture shop. After having put in his order, he also went home. On his way there he kept thinking of how everything will go on their special evening.
Harry felt the need not to make the evening perfect only for himself, but for Draco as well. He now felt like he was Draco's only family, because ever since the boy refused to follow his father's steps, he did not keep contact with his parents. Because Harry himself did not have his parents and did not get to know what it feels like to have a family until he came to live with Sirius, he felt partly guilty, partly sorry for Draco.
Guilty, because he knew that he had effected Draco's decision not to become Death Eater and thus made him repudiate his family. And sorry, because he knew what it's like to have no one in the world. And now all he wanted to do is to make sure that he was enough for Draco so the other boy will not need anyone else. He wanted to be better then any family for Draco, wanted to be the only person with whom Draco would want to be with.
Because lately Harry started to feel more and more like Draco was the only person he wanted to be with.
Chapter five is on its way. Though I might be busy this week, so don't hate me. I'm really trying...