Chapter 3: Moments Last Forever Till They're Gone
This chapter is dedicated to Klee, because she's a complete loser, and I hate her. No, I really love her to pieces. She helped a LOT with this, because I've never written fluffy stuff before. Kudos to Kay-chan!!! Thanks love! You rock my world!!! crowd of people throw roses to Klee
Thanx to: Klee (haha, you suck! jkjk, I loooove you! *Glomp* Wo ai ni! Wicca the Wiccan? Westerly the Wicked Witch of the West? thanx for helping!) RainShadow (lol, didn't you just want to beat them up? It gets worse ^_~) Copper Bandit (I will definately continue, thought I'm not exactly sure where this story is going) ClarKeRaVen (Hmm, who was it in Hogsmeade? I'll leave it up to you imagination!) Evil Windstar (I'm continuing! sorry to make you wait so long) CrystalStarGuardian (haha, evilness has its attractions! ^_~) Prongs (excellent? hehe, im flattered! thanx!) Lemon-Merengue (It's getting there) AstriAnya Tvaria (Thanx! lol, that was one of my favorite paragraphs, the one the photo neg thingy was in. I'm glad you like it!)
Author's Note:
I'm very sorry, guys, but the scene which follows is considered too, erm, well, violent for the public. Please enjoy these pleasant scenes until we are able to come to a less disturbing one:
Camera cuts to a lake at sunrise with trees blowing slightly in the breeze.
Camera cuts again to a sunny garden full of bright flowers. Bees are buzzing everywhere, and a butterfly gracefully lands on the tip of a baby's nose.
Camera cuts to a tropical beach, where...
"Muahahahaha! I'm taking over the show now!!!"
Who are you?
"Your worst nightmare, hahaha!!!!!"
Tasuki, take off the mask. What are you doing here, anyway? This isn't even your story!
"Well, if you would fucking hurry up and write this one, maybe you could get around to mine someday! I can't fucking wait forever you know!"
Well, I've been busy, err, doing stuff.
"Ah, stuff, I see, NO EXCUSE!!! Now you must feel my wrath, muahahaha!!! REKKA SHII-"
KAMEHAMEHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Tasuki is blasted away.
Haha, I win.
"YOU WISH!!! REKKA SHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEN!!!!!"
*Lichan is burnt to a crisp
Damn, you win.
"I always win."
Except for the time when Tamahome kicked your ass, right? I seem to recall several broken ribs...
"ONLY BECAUSE MIAKA WOULDN'T LET ME HURT HIM, DAMNIT! I COULD KICK HIS ASS ANY DAY!!!!"
Sure, sure
"I COULD!!!"
Ok, that's enough, let me write the damn story! If I don't finish this, I'll never get around to writing yours!
"Okey Dokey."
Did you just say-
"No, I didn't"
Now, here's the story, thanx for being patient guys!
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Ron Harry, and Hermione were calmly discussing what had happened.
"I could understand you liking guys, but MALFOY!?!?!?!?!?" Ron's voice exploded through the common room.
"Ron, calm down. If Harry wants to be with," Hermoine shuddered and then swallowed hard, stiffening her resolve, "Draco, then let them be together."
"But he's probably just using him!"
Harry faced Ron indignantly.
"Don't you think I would know if he were using me? I'm not stupid you know."
"Well, you're certainly doing a good imitation of it!"
"Ron!" Hermione interjected angrily, "Calm down! Take deep breaths, okay?"
"Hermione, you don't seem to understand! This is MALFOY we're talking about! Remember? The slimy little git that..."
"Maybe we misjudged him! Are you willing to give him a second chance? For Harry's sake?"
"No! What he has done to us is unforgivable!"
"Ro-," Harry began, but Ron interrupted furiously.
"Don't talk to me Harry, I don't want to hear it." And with that, he stormed up to his dormitory room.
Hermione sat down wearily.
"Why didn't you tell us, Harry," she said quietly, "Don't you trust us?"
The quiet pain in his friend's voice was almost too much for Harry to bear.
"Of course I do. Hermione, you're my best friend, but I-"
"Am I really? Think hard about it Harry, I don't want you to give me the wrong answer."
She looked tired. It seemed to Harry as though all of her life energy had been wiped out. How could he have done something to hurt her?
"Hermione, you really really are. But don't you think that it's something that's hard to tell anyone about? Don't you think I tried?"
She seemed satisfied and managed to give Harry a small smile.
"Fine. That's all I needed to hear. Good night, Harry." And with that, she walked up to her dormitory room.
*****
The next day at breakfast was not a happy event. Hermione sat in between Harry and Ron, both of whom were ignoring each other passionately. Harry could see Ron's point of view, even if he couldn't accept it. Draco Malfoy had been their bitterest enemy since their first year. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, and Draco's drawling voice filled his ears:
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Harry opened his eyes, and tried to find at least a hint of his old malice, but struggled in vain. What had happened to him? Why did he find himself attracted to Malfoy? He shook himself mentally, Not Malfoy, Draco. Seven years of hatred were difficult to get over, it seemed.
It was so strange, Harry couldn't remember why the hell he had fallen for Draco, of all people. He sometimes stayed up late at night, unable to sleep, trying to puzzle out his feelings. There had to be a specific time or reason for his love. But however hard he thought, the answer always deftly evaded him, and the further away it seemed.
But God, he thought on one of these nights, I remember the night we really met. The night we saw each other for what we really were, instead of seeing just our masks. After that, we started to learn about each other; about our pasts, and what we wanted for our futures.
Harry closed his eyes and pictured the scene that night. The corridor was lit only by the slanting moonbeams that poured in from the darkened windows. The full moon hung eerily in the sky, its reflection rippled in the lake, while a breeze caused the branches of the trees to sway. Not a sound disturbed the silence that hung heavily in the air, besides Harry's lone footsteps. The statue of Westerly the Wiccan loomed about ten feet away, almost sinister looking in the darkness.
Harry took off his invisibility cloak and folded it neatly before putting it under his arm. He leaned against the cold stone wall, tapping his foot slightly. Draco had told him to meet him at midnight, but he was ten minutes late. Harry tried to feel irritated, but his reasonable sense of emotion was gone, and all he could feel was the butterflies in his stomach, and his nerves racing with adrenaline.
Suddenly he could hear light footsteps coming in his direction. Harry panicked for a moment, and reached for his invisibility cloak, but then saw Draco's thin form as it turned the corner. A faint sigh of relief escaped his slightly parted lips.
Draco was wearing his usual black school robes, but somehow he looked different in the night, with pale beams of moon caught in his blonde hair. His stormy eyes were lacking their usual haughty composure, and now exposed simply an innocent boy; one without experience and bitterness, who had not quite come yet to know of life's poison that tainted the pure. However near in the future that prospect seemed, it had not come yet. I hope to God it never does, Harry thought fervently, abandoning all "sense". All that mattered right now was this boy. This beautiful boy...
As Harry lay awake replaying that night's scene, in a different part of the castle Draco Malfoy was doing the same.
Draco walked quickly up the dark, cold staircases from the dungeons to the third floor. He won't be there, he thought, he'll have left, if he even came at all. I'll never work up the guts to do this again, and he won't be there. I'm late.
He turned the corner to the corridor with the statue of Westerly the Wiccan. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, but Draco only had a moment to recognize that before his eyes widened at the sight of the familiar figure leaning lightly against the wall. He came after all, Draco thought, but wasn't surprised. Deep down, he wasn't surprised at all.
The silver light of the moon was caught in Harry's hair making it glow with its own life. His emerald eyes gazed at him, and Draco's breath caught in his chest. He seemed to be drowning in a sea of green, caught in the tide of his eyes and swept away mercilessly. What the FUCK is happening to me? He thought, rudely awakening to the fact that he was in some almost deserted hallway, at midnight, with Harry Potter, The fucking boy who hasn't died yet.
But then, Draco caught a glance at Harry's eyes, hopeful, yet frightened, and he was swept away again, and he found he didn't mind at all.
Harry gained his "composure" for a moment, tearing his eyes away from Draco's. This is MALFOY! MALFOY!! Has that name lost its meaning all of a sudden? Stop lusting for him and get him out of here! You two are enemies, remember? A nasty little voice said in the back of Harry's mind, and for a moment, he actually listened to it.
"Alright Malfoy," Harry said, trying to act as though the pounding of his heart was non-existent, "What did you want to see me fo..."
Draco's lips were suddenly upon Harry's, cutting off his words. The nasty little voice screamed in his head, but was soon overpowered by a different one. Kiss him back, it said, this is what is right.
Draco heard Harry's words, harsh-sounding and uncaring, but he also heard the words that lay underneath; the words he had not spoken, and the words that were echoing through Harry's brain. He also heard the beating of his heart.
And suddenly, before he knew what he was doing, he leaned forward, his eyes closed tightly, and kissed Harry passionately before his sentence was finished. He felt Harry resist, but then he actually returned his kiss.
Before either of them knew it, their legs had given way and they sunk to the floor, with their lips still locked in a kiss.
Finally, they broke away.
"I think you know," Draco said, "That is what I came here for. I think you know."
Harry didn't say anything, but smiled softly.
About thirty minutes later, Draco and Harry were lying on the floor of a hidden room full of comfortable couches and covered with a soft maroon rug. A fire was burning merrily next to them. Their long legs were tangled together, and they lay sleeping serenely in each-others arms. Quiet smiles danced lightly on their lips. They lay like that for most of the next day, two former enemies joined together, their cares gone and forgotten, if only for a moment. That moment was all that mattered. It was only a moment, only a moment that felt like eternity. To lovers and dreamers, the world is perfect. And moments last forever.
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Tasuki beams proudly at Draco "Nice cussing ya did there!"
Draco looks up, pleased with himself "you think so? I thought maybe fuck used twice in two seconds might be a little overused."
"Nah, no such fucking thing! you can never fucking swear too fucking much! You fucking remember that!"
Lichan walks away, shaking her head "Boys!"
"Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck!
This chapter is dedicated to Klee, because she's a complete loser, and I hate her. No, I really love her to pieces. She helped a LOT with this, because I've never written fluffy stuff before. Kudos to Kay-chan!!! Thanks love! You rock my world!!! crowd of people throw roses to Klee
Thanx to: Klee (haha, you suck! jkjk, I loooove you! *Glomp* Wo ai ni! Wicca the Wiccan? Westerly the Wicked Witch of the West? thanx for helping!) RainShadow (lol, didn't you just want to beat them up? It gets worse ^_~) Copper Bandit (I will definately continue, thought I'm not exactly sure where this story is going) ClarKeRaVen (Hmm, who was it in Hogsmeade? I'll leave it up to you imagination!) Evil Windstar (I'm continuing! sorry to make you wait so long) CrystalStarGuardian (haha, evilness has its attractions! ^_~) Prongs (excellent? hehe, im flattered! thanx!) Lemon-Merengue (It's getting there) AstriAnya Tvaria (Thanx! lol, that was one of my favorite paragraphs, the one the photo neg thingy was in. I'm glad you like it!)
Author's Note:
I'm very sorry, guys, but the scene which follows is considered too, erm, well, violent for the public. Please enjoy these pleasant scenes until we are able to come to a less disturbing one:
Camera cuts to a lake at sunrise with trees blowing slightly in the breeze.
Camera cuts again to a sunny garden full of bright flowers. Bees are buzzing everywhere, and a butterfly gracefully lands on the tip of a baby's nose.
Camera cuts to a tropical beach, where...
"Muahahahaha! I'm taking over the show now!!!"
Who are you?
"Your worst nightmare, hahaha!!!!!"
Tasuki, take off the mask. What are you doing here, anyway? This isn't even your story!
"Well, if you would fucking hurry up and write this one, maybe you could get around to mine someday! I can't fucking wait forever you know!"
Well, I've been busy, err, doing stuff.
"Ah, stuff, I see, NO EXCUSE!!! Now you must feel my wrath, muahahaha!!! REKKA SHII-"
KAMEHAMEHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Tasuki is blasted away.
Haha, I win.
"YOU WISH!!! REKKA SHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEN!!!!!"
*Lichan is burnt to a crisp
Damn, you win.
"I always win."
Except for the time when Tamahome kicked your ass, right? I seem to recall several broken ribs...
"ONLY BECAUSE MIAKA WOULDN'T LET ME HURT HIM, DAMNIT! I COULD KICK HIS ASS ANY DAY!!!!"
Sure, sure
"I COULD!!!"
Ok, that's enough, let me write the damn story! If I don't finish this, I'll never get around to writing yours!
"Okey Dokey."
Did you just say-
"No, I didn't"
Now, here's the story, thanx for being patient guys!
Back in the Gryffindor common room, Ron Harry, and Hermione were calmly discussing what had happened.
"I could understand you liking guys, but MALFOY!?!?!?!?!?" Ron's voice exploded through the common room.
"Ron, calm down. If Harry wants to be with," Hermoine shuddered and then swallowed hard, stiffening her resolve, "Draco, then let them be together."
"But he's probably just using him!"
Harry faced Ron indignantly.
"Don't you think I would know if he were using me? I'm not stupid you know."
"Well, you're certainly doing a good imitation of it!"
"Ron!" Hermione interjected angrily, "Calm down! Take deep breaths, okay?"
"Hermione, you don't seem to understand! This is MALFOY we're talking about! Remember? The slimy little git that..."
"Maybe we misjudged him! Are you willing to give him a second chance? For Harry's sake?"
"No! What he has done to us is unforgivable!"
"Ro-," Harry began, but Ron interrupted furiously.
"Don't talk to me Harry, I don't want to hear it." And with that, he stormed up to his dormitory room.
Hermione sat down wearily.
"Why didn't you tell us, Harry," she said quietly, "Don't you trust us?"
The quiet pain in his friend's voice was almost too much for Harry to bear.
"Of course I do. Hermione, you're my best friend, but I-"
"Am I really? Think hard about it Harry, I don't want you to give me the wrong answer."
She looked tired. It seemed to Harry as though all of her life energy had been wiped out. How could he have done something to hurt her?
"Hermione, you really really are. But don't you think that it's something that's hard to tell anyone about? Don't you think I tried?"
She seemed satisfied and managed to give Harry a small smile.
"Fine. That's all I needed to hear. Good night, Harry." And with that, she walked up to her dormitory room.
*****
The next day at breakfast was not a happy event. Hermione sat in between Harry and Ron, both of whom were ignoring each other passionately. Harry could see Ron's point of view, even if he couldn't accept it. Draco Malfoy had been their bitterest enemy since their first year. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, and Draco's drawling voice filled his ears:
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Harry opened his eyes, and tried to find at least a hint of his old malice, but struggled in vain. What had happened to him? Why did he find himself attracted to Malfoy? He shook himself mentally, Not Malfoy, Draco. Seven years of hatred were difficult to get over, it seemed.
It was so strange, Harry couldn't remember why the hell he had fallen for Draco, of all people. He sometimes stayed up late at night, unable to sleep, trying to puzzle out his feelings. There had to be a specific time or reason for his love. But however hard he thought, the answer always deftly evaded him, and the further away it seemed.
But God, he thought on one of these nights, I remember the night we really met. The night we saw each other for what we really were, instead of seeing just our masks. After that, we started to learn about each other; about our pasts, and what we wanted for our futures.
Harry closed his eyes and pictured the scene that night. The corridor was lit only by the slanting moonbeams that poured in from the darkened windows. The full moon hung eerily in the sky, its reflection rippled in the lake, while a breeze caused the branches of the trees to sway. Not a sound disturbed the silence that hung heavily in the air, besides Harry's lone footsteps. The statue of Westerly the Wiccan loomed about ten feet away, almost sinister looking in the darkness.
Harry took off his invisibility cloak and folded it neatly before putting it under his arm. He leaned against the cold stone wall, tapping his foot slightly. Draco had told him to meet him at midnight, but he was ten minutes late. Harry tried to feel irritated, but his reasonable sense of emotion was gone, and all he could feel was the butterflies in his stomach, and his nerves racing with adrenaline.
Suddenly he could hear light footsteps coming in his direction. Harry panicked for a moment, and reached for his invisibility cloak, but then saw Draco's thin form as it turned the corner. A faint sigh of relief escaped his slightly parted lips.
Draco was wearing his usual black school robes, but somehow he looked different in the night, with pale beams of moon caught in his blonde hair. His stormy eyes were lacking their usual haughty composure, and now exposed simply an innocent boy; one without experience and bitterness, who had not quite come yet to know of life's poison that tainted the pure. However near in the future that prospect seemed, it had not come yet. I hope to God it never does, Harry thought fervently, abandoning all "sense". All that mattered right now was this boy. This beautiful boy...
As Harry lay awake replaying that night's scene, in a different part of the castle Draco Malfoy was doing the same.
Draco walked quickly up the dark, cold staircases from the dungeons to the third floor. He won't be there, he thought, he'll have left, if he even came at all. I'll never work up the guts to do this again, and he won't be there. I'm late.
He turned the corner to the corridor with the statue of Westerly the Wiccan. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, but Draco only had a moment to recognize that before his eyes widened at the sight of the familiar figure leaning lightly against the wall. He came after all, Draco thought, but wasn't surprised. Deep down, he wasn't surprised at all.
The silver light of the moon was caught in Harry's hair making it glow with its own life. His emerald eyes gazed at him, and Draco's breath caught in his chest. He seemed to be drowning in a sea of green, caught in the tide of his eyes and swept away mercilessly. What the FUCK is happening to me? He thought, rudely awakening to the fact that he was in some almost deserted hallway, at midnight, with Harry Potter, The fucking boy who hasn't died yet.
But then, Draco caught a glance at Harry's eyes, hopeful, yet frightened, and he was swept away again, and he found he didn't mind at all.
Harry gained his "composure" for a moment, tearing his eyes away from Draco's. This is MALFOY! MALFOY!! Has that name lost its meaning all of a sudden? Stop lusting for him and get him out of here! You two are enemies, remember? A nasty little voice said in the back of Harry's mind, and for a moment, he actually listened to it.
"Alright Malfoy," Harry said, trying to act as though the pounding of his heart was non-existent, "What did you want to see me fo..."
Draco's lips were suddenly upon Harry's, cutting off his words. The nasty little voice screamed in his head, but was soon overpowered by a different one. Kiss him back, it said, this is what is right.
Draco heard Harry's words, harsh-sounding and uncaring, but he also heard the words that lay underneath; the words he had not spoken, and the words that were echoing through Harry's brain. He also heard the beating of his heart.
And suddenly, before he knew what he was doing, he leaned forward, his eyes closed tightly, and kissed Harry passionately before his sentence was finished. He felt Harry resist, but then he actually returned his kiss.
Before either of them knew it, their legs had given way and they sunk to the floor, with their lips still locked in a kiss.
Finally, they broke away.
"I think you know," Draco said, "That is what I came here for. I think you know."
Harry didn't say anything, but smiled softly.
About thirty minutes later, Draco and Harry were lying on the floor of a hidden room full of comfortable couches and covered with a soft maroon rug. A fire was burning merrily next to them. Their long legs were tangled together, and they lay sleeping serenely in each-others arms. Quiet smiles danced lightly on their lips. They lay like that for most of the next day, two former enemies joined together, their cares gone and forgotten, if only for a moment. That moment was all that mattered. It was only a moment, only a moment that felt like eternity. To lovers and dreamers, the world is perfect. And moments last forever.
*********************************************
Tasuki beams proudly at Draco "Nice cussing ya did there!"
Draco looks up, pleased with himself "you think so? I thought maybe fuck used twice in two seconds might be a little overused."
"Nah, no such fucking thing! you can never fucking swear too fucking much! You fucking remember that!"
Lichan walks away, shaking her head "Boys!"
"Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck!