Thanks so much for the review! Highly appreciated! Hmm, please note that disclaimers apply. (heard this a thousand times before, haven't you?) Well, actually, this part of the fic is centered on the POVs of various characters. I know their character's are largely offset; I'll be revising it when I actually get the hang of it. But maybe I'll be too lazy too. Ah, we'll see.
-Hermione, Draco and Snape(Don't ask) reflect on the situation.
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It was unbearably quick. Draco reached out, stretching his arm as far as he could.
A swift catch. Hearts leaped. Draco had gotten hold on the Gryffindor's wrist, and without thinking he hauled the other boy into his arms. Into a soft, warm, protective embrace did Harry lean unto. A quiet moment interrupted with fate. The Slytherin suddenly realized something, gripping Harry tighter.
"Oh shit."
They came crashing down. The two boys crumpled unto green grass, rolling a couple of times before actually laying still. And they stayed like that in another long wave of silence.
Draco opened his eyes, Harry's head on the crook of his neck. He smirked a little as their arms intertwined one each other's body, somewhat possessively.
::This is worth the backache.:: Lucius' son noted.
/Yeehee…/
::Shut up::
Quietly, Draco clutched Harry's shoulders, gently prying the other boy from his own aching body, slightly disappointed.
/Aha. Proof./
::What?!:: He answered his own arguing mind, he somewhat seemed insane. The other voice answered,
/slightly disappointed, eh?/
::On not being able to savor the horror on Harry's face, that is.:: Cheeks slightly darkened, in an affordable blush from Draco, as he set Harry unto the ground carefully. He looked at the raven-haired boy, eyebrows knitted in worry, even if it was his own blonde hair soaked in blood. The flaxen towered over Harry.
Harry Potter parted his trembling lips, and he murmured something incoherently. Draco, who straddled him with the most anti-pervert mind in the world-
/Ahem/
Alright, maybe flushing red at the strange position he had come to notice, leaned close to Harry's face to hear what he was trying to say.
Accidentally, Draco-
/Ahem, ahem/
Uh, *conveniently* Draco's lips touched Harry's, a soft, gentle brush, and with that Draco swore he saw his heart jump off his throat.
A running boy.
"MALFOY! HAR-…" Ron tripped on his own feet, gladly not falling to the floor, as his voice blew away with a soft, unnoticed breeze. Ron was pale, making his hair stand out like a red elephant in a swarm of chipmunks.
Severus Snape and Hermione Granger's shocked expressions shortly followed. Draco gulped, color draining out of his face. He was about to keel over with shame, with them seeing him and Potter in an undeniable position.
/Ha ha./
::…::
He scampered away from Harry, at a respectable distance, head pounding along with his heart.
Hermione glanced at him, confusion dancing irrefutably in her eyes, before she kneeled down to help her unconscious friend.
"Oh Harry…" Hermione cooed, taking off the frail and damaged glasses off the boy. Draco stared as the brunette showed a sleeping *angel* affection.
/Angel, eh, Draco?/ His pain-in-the-ass conscience rubbed in.
::Yes. An angel.::
A sudden silence, inside his mind.
/… I stand stupefied./
::If you ask me to repeat, you're bloody well out of luck.::
A sudden touch of pain on his head. Draco grunted, trying to pull away but cold, bony hands clamped down on his throbbing shoulders. Draco tried not to let anyone notice this pain, and apparently Snape didn't.
"Up." Came the stern, emotionless command. Draco slowed himself in taking composure, mind swirling. With another, stony order, Snape asked, "Explain."
Before a word or even a vowel escaped his lips, his collar was snatched roughly and two sets of angry eyes glared at his. But being Draco Malfoy, he remained his cool.
WHAT THE FU-F-F-FRICK ARE YOU DOING YOU SCUMBAG?!?!" bawled Ron Weasley, with that Weasley trademarked anger. He started shaking Draco, but to his surprise Draco didn't even flinch.
"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Snape announced, eyeing the flame-haired boy with cold, spiteful eyes. Ron let go of Draco as Hermione's hand rested up on his arm. Ron was trembling, about to explode in a hot surge of hate.
Snape eyed a smirking Draco and nodded, and finally Draco was able to speak, "Harry accidentally fell off his broom while he was showing off, sir."
/Wow, that really was close to what happened, Draco./
::Would you rather I told them I raped him?::
/Hm, now there's an idea./
::git.::
"Alright then." Snape's voice seemed to slither out his mouth as his spoke, "Granger, return these brooms and go to your next class. Weasley, take Potter to the Infirmary. Mr. Malfoy's can be treated with a simple Heal Charm."
Ron gritted his teeth. ::What does Snape have against three of us anyway?::
Hermione's POV:Why had Prof. Snape order me to bring back the brooms? Here I am, worried about Harry… Can't I even help him go to the Infirmary? I mean, he could just ask one of the house-elves to bring these filthy brooms over to the shed! I don't understand him! Even as how much I respect him as my Professor, I feel so angry!
My hands gripped both Harry and Malfoy's broom. I stomped my way of the field, still lost in thoughts.
Ron and I have been looking for Harry all morning. We expected him to be eating breakfast, but as soon as we found his seat empty we knew where he had gone. To the Quidditch field.
I'm a bit hurt thinking Harry didn't even leave us a note. I sighed, dragging the two brooms a bit. Come on, today was a Saturday! Before the game we could've had fun together! It was our free-
Wait a minute. No school today. Sa-Tur-Day. I reeled that into my mind. Snape had told me to get into class. Had our own Professor forgotten that today there were no classes?
I shook my head disapprovingly. How silly I am to take that in too. My hand quivered. Malfoy's broom slid off my hand and clashed with the floor.
Draco Malfoy. That ill bastard, what in the world was he doing with Harry?
Ron and I were strolling over to the Quidditch field, just in time to see two seekers from different Hogwarts houses diving. One with a broom, and one without. Ron dashed as soon as he could tell that it was Harry that was falling, and I ran as well, following him.
They were on the ground when we reached them. Or rather, Harry was on the ground with Malfoy practically over him, kissing him! I could tell how angry Ron became! I cannot understand Draco, I really can't. Who is he, that he is able to be so ill and yet manipulative? Who is he, that he is allowed to kiss Harry?
Or rather, was it even allowed?
Severus Snape:Wondrous, Malfoy is as he swooped down and caught that boy, pulling him into his arms. I then realized something, something I should've before.
As his teacher, as his second father, I should have known. The way Draco teased him. It was because… Draco had loved Harry. And still does, I'm afraid. But he could've chosen a better boy than that famed Potter, perhaps. Ah, what is love? It is so blind.
That redhead Weasley, I could see the anger in his eyes. The flame in his words. His aura. I could tell, that he was filthy mad at Malfoy. But for what? For kissing him?
Ah yes, that should be it. For Draco Malfoy to kiss Harry Potter was very unsuspected. It was vaguely amusing. Ron was jealous. But then I ask, 'Who is he, to claim Harry Potter?'
But I must say this might get very amusing in the next few days. Ah what future beholds!
Oh, I must be late for my class… What's this? Every Hufflepuff is absent today?
I stand at the entrance of the dungeons, where I lectured my students.
And then, realization hit me.
And I mumbled to myself, "What day is it today…?"
Draco Malfoy:I feel like shit. Or something far lower than shit. Probably some little scum-bacteria feeding on decomposed shit.
I walk down the corridor, where to? Who the hell knows. I don't care at the moment, I'm busy angsting my little heart out on what I did and who had caught me doing it.
/But you LOVED Harry's lips, didn't you?/
::If you were any closer to reality, I'd slit your throat::
I could imagine another, more annoying self sticking out his tongue.
/:p Can't catch me! Haha!/
I shelved his stupid comments away. There were more important things to handle, yes yes. Like looking for the fricking bathroom. I think it eloped with the library's staircase again.
But even as those little problems continued in my mind, one line remained.
Harry Potter. Who is he, to catch my ice-cold heart?
**bleep! End of program**
=== Reviews highly appreciated. Or else I'll just stop and angst around. Oh well, not like you care! :p
Next Chapter (if ever) : Part 3: Sweet Revelations. : Does Ron have the courage to tell Harry who he loves? A little drama thing in the boy's room.