Trance
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Dis: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: They're in their 7th year in this one and if you don't like guy/guy relationships, please don't read!
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Harry Potter, a black-haired and green eyed wizard seemed almost normal. There was only the one thing that changed Harry from ordinary to famous, his lightining bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had given him the scar when he was a baby and had killed his parents. Harry's heart grew heavy with the thought of his innocent parents falling victim to the Dark Lord's wrath. He had been left to live with the Dursleys since Dumbledore had left him at number 4 Privet Drive. Harry's life had been miserable until an owl saved him from going insane. A letter from Prof. McGonagall saying that Harry was accepted for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And since he was 11, Harry spent most of his life living with his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, at Hogwarts...
Harry sighed heavily as he stared at the ceiling of the boy's dormitories. He fidgeted and squirmed around in his bed trying to get comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, Harry just couldn't fall asleep. Getting up quietly, he felt for his glasses on the window sill and snuck down into the Gryffindor Common Room. To his surprise, Hermione was still up reading, and to double his surprise, Ron was also up, but Ron was studying different Quidditch tactics. "Oh, 'lo Harry. What are you doing up?" Ron finally asked, looking up from 'Quidditch Through The Ages'. "I can't sleep." Harry answered simply with a smile. "What are you two still doing up? It seems funny that you're so close together and that Hermione's book is upside down..." Harry laughed, flopping into the chair next to Ron. Hermione and Ron both blushed, Ron's face now as red as his hair. "Okay, I get it. I'll leave you two alooooone." He chuckled, trudging over to the door. Hermione and Ron looked even more redder as Harry left the Common Room.
The white snow crunching under his feet, Harry made his way over to the black lake. The moon made the snow and the lake glow. Harry thought that the lake looked like velvet covered with millions of tiny diamonds. He sat there just thinking as he stared deep into the lake. Suddenly he heard someone approch him. He turned to see who it was, and to his surprise, behind him stood Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy. "Fancy seeing you out here Potty." He smirked, rubbing his gloved hands together. Harry just shrugged as his eyes left Draco and turned back to the lake. "Well fancy seeing you out here too, Ferret-Boy." Harry slowly replied, a funny feeling erupting in his stomach. Draco remained silent, the silence obviously resembled Draco's dislike towards Harry. Draco remained silent for at least 10 minutes. "What's wrong? Can't think of anything to insult me with?" Harry sniggered, his bright green eyes glowing in the moonlight. Draco just shook his head slowly. "No." Harry was mildly surprised by his answer.
"What?"
Harry could sense an uneasiness within Draco's thoughts, never had Draco been this quiet before. The feeling in Harry's gut became more powerful as he turned to meet Draco in the eyes. 'I can't be!' Harry exclaimed to himself inside his mind. Draco looked as Harry felt. Without warning, Harry felt Draco's warm finger run up and down his cheek. His touch was comforting to him, it just seemed to wash away all of his worries with ease. Harry could tell that Draco's face was a bright red by now, and so was his. Draco looked at him quickly before turning away and sweeping back inside the castle, leaving Harry in disappointement and part shock. 'I'm dreaming....I must be.....' Harry pondered to himself, pinching his arm. After letting out a howl of pain, he finally decided that it wasn't a dream.
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A/N: Nice first chapter?
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Dis: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: They're in their 7th year in this one and if you don't like guy/guy relationships, please don't read!
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Harry Potter, a black-haired and green eyed wizard seemed almost normal. There was only the one thing that changed Harry from ordinary to famous, his lightining bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had given him the scar when he was a baby and had killed his parents. Harry's heart grew heavy with the thought of his innocent parents falling victim to the Dark Lord's wrath. He had been left to live with the Dursleys since Dumbledore had left him at number 4 Privet Drive. Harry's life had been miserable until an owl saved him from going insane. A letter from Prof. McGonagall saying that Harry was accepted for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And since he was 11, Harry spent most of his life living with his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, at Hogwarts...
Harry sighed heavily as he stared at the ceiling of the boy's dormitories. He fidgeted and squirmed around in his bed trying to get comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, Harry just couldn't fall asleep. Getting up quietly, he felt for his glasses on the window sill and snuck down into the Gryffindor Common Room. To his surprise, Hermione was still up reading, and to double his surprise, Ron was also up, but Ron was studying different Quidditch tactics. "Oh, 'lo Harry. What are you doing up?" Ron finally asked, looking up from 'Quidditch Through The Ages'. "I can't sleep." Harry answered simply with a smile. "What are you two still doing up? It seems funny that you're so close together and that Hermione's book is upside down..." Harry laughed, flopping into the chair next to Ron. Hermione and Ron both blushed, Ron's face now as red as his hair. "Okay, I get it. I'll leave you two alooooone." He chuckled, trudging over to the door. Hermione and Ron looked even more redder as Harry left the Common Room.
The white snow crunching under his feet, Harry made his way over to the black lake. The moon made the snow and the lake glow. Harry thought that the lake looked like velvet covered with millions of tiny diamonds. He sat there just thinking as he stared deep into the lake. Suddenly he heard someone approch him. He turned to see who it was, and to his surprise, behind him stood Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy. "Fancy seeing you out here Potty." He smirked, rubbing his gloved hands together. Harry just shrugged as his eyes left Draco and turned back to the lake. "Well fancy seeing you out here too, Ferret-Boy." Harry slowly replied, a funny feeling erupting in his stomach. Draco remained silent, the silence obviously resembled Draco's dislike towards Harry. Draco remained silent for at least 10 minutes. "What's wrong? Can't think of anything to insult me with?" Harry sniggered, his bright green eyes glowing in the moonlight. Draco just shook his head slowly. "No." Harry was mildly surprised by his answer.
"What?"
Harry could sense an uneasiness within Draco's thoughts, never had Draco been this quiet before. The feeling in Harry's gut became more powerful as he turned to meet Draco in the eyes. 'I can't be!' Harry exclaimed to himself inside his mind. Draco looked as Harry felt. Without warning, Harry felt Draco's warm finger run up and down his cheek. His touch was comforting to him, it just seemed to wash away all of his worries with ease. Harry could tell that Draco's face was a bright red by now, and so was his. Draco looked at him quickly before turning away and sweeping back inside the castle, leaving Harry in disappointement and part shock. 'I'm dreaming....I must be.....' Harry pondered to himself, pinching his arm. After letting out a howl of pain, he finally decided that it wasn't a dream.
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A/N: Nice first chapter?