1 Chapter 6
Draco arrived early at the spot outside Gryffindor Tower that Harry had told Christian he would meet him at. Looking around, he found a conveniently placed tree that he hauled himself up into the branches of, hoping nobody would come along to see the usually cool, composed Draco Malfoy huffing and puffing as he tried to climb the tree. No sooner than he was up there, he heard footsteps.
Pushing apart some of the branches, Draco could see a dark haired young man wearing glasses approaching the bench under the tree Draco was sitting in. Harry sat down on the bench and waited. A moment later, Christian appeared. Harry stood up.
"Hi," he said, quietly.
"Hi," replied Christian, not looking quite so certain that he could manage without Draco now he didn't have him. There was silence for a moment. Both boys sat down on the bench.
"Talk to me, Christian," said Harry, in a voice full of expectancy.
"Erm… what about?" said Christian, a note of panic just audible in his voice. Harry didn't seem to notice. Instead, he seemed amused.
"Why, love of course!" replied Harry, gazing into the stars. Draco wanted to giggle. He looked so cute when he did that. Draco thought Harry was acting a bit like an old-fashioned muggle woman himself, from the films he'd seen on his muggle television. He stuffed his fist into his mouth to stop himself laughing at the idea of Harry dressed up in Elizabethan muggle women's dress. When he had composed himself, he looked back down at the bench. Evidently, nobody had yet said anything.
After about a minute, Christian spoke.
"I love you," he said. Draco's heart gave a jolt. I love you too Harry, and I can be so much better for you than Christian could…
His thoughts were interrupted by Harry.
"And?" prompted Harry.
"I love you!" said Christian. Draco winced.
"Carry on!" said Harry, sounding slightly impatient.
"I love you… so much!" Draco nearly died.
"Slightly better.." said Harry, now sounding slightly sulky.
"I'd like you to love me back! Do you love me?" asked Christian, rounding on Harry.
"I won't love you if you carry on like this!" Harry remarked, sounding very like Professor McGonagall. "Talk like you do in your letters, or I'm going!"
Christian looked shocked.
"Please Harry, don't go, I…"
"I know, you love me, now I'm going! Leave me alone!"
Harry stormed off towards the castle doors, leaving Christian sitting by himself on the bench, his head in his hands. Draco started to jump down from the tree. Christian jumped, until Draco landed, looking slightly dishevelled by the leaves, but otherwise all right.
"Well done!" he remarked in a tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so glad to see that you don't need me anymore!" He started to head off in the direction Harry had gone.
"Wait, Draco! You can't just leave me here, I need you to help me!"
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Please?" ventured Christian.
"Oh all right then!" exclaimed Draco. "What I need to do is.."
"Wait!" interrupted Christian, putting his arm on Draco's. "Look!" He pointed up towards the tower, where a light had just come on. "Isn't that Harry's room?" Draco looked. An idea popped into his mind.
"Wait there for a moment," he said, "I'll be right back."
Draco arrived early at the spot outside Gryffindor Tower that Harry had told Christian he would meet him at. Looking around, he found a conveniently placed tree that he hauled himself up into the branches of, hoping nobody would come along to see the usually cool, composed Draco Malfoy huffing and puffing as he tried to climb the tree. No sooner than he was up there, he heard footsteps.
Pushing apart some of the branches, Draco could see a dark haired young man wearing glasses approaching the bench under the tree Draco was sitting in. Harry sat down on the bench and waited. A moment later, Christian appeared. Harry stood up.
"Hi," he said, quietly.
"Hi," replied Christian, not looking quite so certain that he could manage without Draco now he didn't have him. There was silence for a moment. Both boys sat down on the bench.
"Talk to me, Christian," said Harry, in a voice full of expectancy.
"Erm… what about?" said Christian, a note of panic just audible in his voice. Harry didn't seem to notice. Instead, he seemed amused.
"Why, love of course!" replied Harry, gazing into the stars. Draco wanted to giggle. He looked so cute when he did that. Draco thought Harry was acting a bit like an old-fashioned muggle woman himself, from the films he'd seen on his muggle television. He stuffed his fist into his mouth to stop himself laughing at the idea of Harry dressed up in Elizabethan muggle women's dress. When he had composed himself, he looked back down at the bench. Evidently, nobody had yet said anything.
After about a minute, Christian spoke.
"I love you," he said. Draco's heart gave a jolt. I love you too Harry, and I can be so much better for you than Christian could…
His thoughts were interrupted by Harry.
"And?" prompted Harry.
"I love you!" said Christian. Draco winced.
"Carry on!" said Harry, sounding slightly impatient.
"I love you… so much!" Draco nearly died.
"Slightly better.." said Harry, now sounding slightly sulky.
"I'd like you to love me back! Do you love me?" asked Christian, rounding on Harry.
"I won't love you if you carry on like this!" Harry remarked, sounding very like Professor McGonagall. "Talk like you do in your letters, or I'm going!"
Christian looked shocked.
"Please Harry, don't go, I…"
"I know, you love me, now I'm going! Leave me alone!"
Harry stormed off towards the castle doors, leaving Christian sitting by himself on the bench, his head in his hands. Draco started to jump down from the tree. Christian jumped, until Draco landed, looking slightly dishevelled by the leaves, but otherwise all right.
"Well done!" he remarked in a tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so glad to see that you don't need me anymore!" He started to head off in the direction Harry had gone.
"Wait, Draco! You can't just leave me here, I need you to help me!"
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Please?" ventured Christian.
"Oh all right then!" exclaimed Draco. "What I need to do is.."
"Wait!" interrupted Christian, putting his arm on Draco's. "Look!" He pointed up towards the tower, where a light had just come on. "Isn't that Harry's room?" Draco looked. An idea popped into his mind.
"Wait there for a moment," he said, "I'll be right back."
