A/N: Whee! More Draco and Harry!!! Thank you all for your lovely reviews and I hope to continue this story once I get off my cement writers' block. Also, please read my little "Charlie's Angel" story about Charlie Weasley and all and cute and yeah. Well, it's going to have a lot of cute little Draco in it if that's what you like. J
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Chapter Two: Bringing Into Life
Draco:
It's useless trying to sleep when all you can think about is Harry's arms and Harry's eyes and Harry's hair. Say, that rhymes. Amazing. I had no idea that I was such a good poet. Harry's hair. Yes, I think when I am done with ruling the world and making all peoples worship me, I will become a poet. Actually, I should become a poet first. It will take me until I am at least 48 to rule the world. And we all know that is ancient.
In 1B.H. (Before Harry) I remember actually thinking that 25 was old. Now, I'm not so sure. Maybe you turn old at 30.
Harry and I are like .... well, like this. I. See that? It's one line. Or, at least, it's supposed to look like a line. I guess I mean to say that we are inseparable. Hopefully. I can't always believe that he really does like me so much as he says he does. Even though I am devilishly handsome and incredibly charming. I've never really felt sure about myself. You can thank my father for that.
I remember the first time that Harry told me he loved me. Of course, I didn't believe him....
// Draco burst into laughter. "You're an idiot, Harry. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say."
Harry looked wounded. "Excuse me? I just poured my soul out to you, Draco Malfoy!" He sat up, emerald eyes on fire.
"There is no such thing as love," snorted Draco. "Everyone knows that."
"I don't." The Boy who Lived spoke softly, but dangerously.
"Well, learn it, Potter."
Harry was too frustrated to say "don't call me that" and he stood up, walking stiffly over to the window. His shoulders hunched over.
"What? Did I offend you?" Draco's sleek eyebrows flickered.
"Yes," was the short reply.
"Do you want me to say that I love you, too? Because I can't. You know I can't."
"At least you can respect my feelings, Malfoy."
"Ow," Draco shifted uncomfortably. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't care!" spat Harry, frustrated.
"Fine then. I don't care."
Harry didn't laugh.
With a sigh, Draco stood and walked across the room. Leaning his chin on his beloved's back, he kissed Harry's shoulder. "Dearest and nearest, I haven't ever had a chance with the L word. I haven't even known you enough to know whether or not we should be together forever. I don't want to say it unless I mean it. And I don't want you to say it unless you do, either."
"You talk too much," mumbled Harry, but he turned and gave Draco a swift kiss. "Fine. I promise you I will not say the L word until I'm sure I mean forever."
"What do you want in return?"
"Huh?"
"It's a deal, right? You need me to give you something."
Harry shrugged. "Oh, all right then. I want you to try to believe in love. Keep an open mind."
Draco buried his face in Harry's shoulder. "Okay."//
I snuggled down into bed with a box of tissues under my fist. Really, this was unfair. All I want to do is touch, pet, kiss, snuggle...
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I woke up with a start as Crabbe and Goyle batted the curtains of my bed aside and Goyle began singing cheerfully. As much as I hate to admit it, he has a hell of a good voice. It's all deep and ... deep and..... yeah. Crabbe didn't sing- he's not half as good. But he gave me a cup of something hot, which tasted pretty good until steam started pouring from my ears. Pepperup Potion. I should have known.
Groaning, I slid to the floor, feeling like an idiot. Never, never drink something that someone stupider than you gives you. Write it down, make it a rule.
Blaise snorted in laughter. "Nice ears, there, Draco."
"Shuddup," I said, then suddenly realized a happy thing. "My nose... my nose!" I stood up, feeling it, disbelieving. "MY NOSE!"
"Yes, you do have one."
"Shut up, Blaise. It's ... nice! I can talk like a normal human being!"
"Wizard or Muggle?" said Crabbe, dimly.
"Whatever...." A wicked grin spread across my face. "Oooohhhh boy, Harry, here I come!"
"But you two haven't even shagged yet!" complained Goyle. "How can you come without shagging?"
Blaise erupted into howls of laughter and I felt my face turn a brilliant red as I began shoving my clothes on. "Don't be stupid, Goyle! I'm going to go kiss him and hug him and snuggle him and ooooohhhhh boy...."
Pansy poked her head in the door, looking more than a little irritated. Crabbe and I screamed like girls and clutched the sheets. Blaise and Goyle were too busy laughing and thinking (respectively) to care.
"What's all the noise in here?"
"GET OUT, GET OUT!" shrieked Crabbe, slamming the door on her face. Blaise began to laugh even harder, and I was feeling so good that I joined in.
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I sat on the edge of my seat, waiting, waiting for eternity for Harry to show up. God, he was taking so long!! I poked my eggs half-heartedly. Clean, cured, totally healthy. I giggled wickedly into my hand. Oh the things I would do to my Harry…
Harry:
The first thing I noticed when I came into the room was that Draco was staring at the door. At first, he didn't seem to notice me, then, suddenly, he leapt out of his seat and came hurtling towards me. "I'm FREE!" he shouted, launching his entire weight onto me. I fell over backwards, a rather hot, heavy, and squishy Malfoy on top of me.
"Y-your cold!" I spluttered.
"Gone," he murmured around a tonguey kiss. "Gone for a bit, at least. You idiot, I missed you so damn much…" Well, that was obvious. Usually, he wouldn't show this much affection in public.
"Gone?" Then I noticed the steam issuing from his ears in little puffs. "Oh.. Pepperup Potion."
"Yeah…" Draco grinned widely before sitting back and allowing me to regain a sense of half-decency. Although, it was quite hard to feel decent when half of you wanted to run away (the half that noticed the entire school staring at us) and the other half wanted to push Draco down again and have at it on the floor (the part that noticed how incredibly sexy he was). Neither side won out and I sat up.
Draco stood up and dusted himself off, looking extremely pleased. He handed me a folded square of parchment, gave me a peck on the cheek, and flounced off to his table without another word. Sometimes he was so childish. But I loved him dearly.
Opening the note, I read swiftly:
Harry- meet me outside after our second class. I know it's snowing, stupid. Just do it.
~ DRACO THE GREAT
Like I said, sometimes he is so childish.
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The snow fell softly around me as I trudged out to where Draco was waiting for me. He looked like a frozen angel. Or more like an angelic demon. Or maybe he just looked like himself. Yes, that is it. He looked like himself. I smiled indulgently. Beautiful Draco. Wonderful Draco. My Draco.
He turned a little and spotted me, but, as was usual, he didn't come running. Instead, he just puffed out little puffs of air from his nose. His ears had stopped leaking steam and he looked vaguely sane.
"You still feeling good?"
"Feeling fine," he mumbled, hands in his pockets. But he was lying. I could hear it in his voice. The cold was starting to return.
I put an arm around his shoulders a bit awkwardly. "Love, was there something you needed?"
"Actually yes. I got something in the mail that I want you to have," he said stiffly, but there was a smile hovering over his lips. "I know you said you didn't want one, but... well..." His gaze shifted towards me a little and then back out at the frozen Quidditch patch. "Here," he said, pulling a little package out of his robes and thrusting it into my hands.
I opened it and found myself in shock. A beautiful gold ring, smooth except for a half buried ruby in it smiled at me.
"Gryffindor colors." Draco was watching my face, not the ring.
"I love it."
"Yeah, well..." He cast a glance to the left and then planted a soft kiss on my lips. "You're a god."
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To be Continued... (Aren't they just so snuggly?)