1 Chapter 7
Five minutes later, Draco was back, carrying two broomsticks. In the dim light, Christian could just about tell that they were his and Draco's. Before Christian could even start to get confused, Draco handed him a broom and started to explain.
"We both get on the brooms," he started, speaking in short sentences so that Christian could understand. " We fly up to Harry's window, on the brooms. You hover just outside his window. I hover near you, out of his sight, and whisper the words to you that you have to say. Harry thinks you're a poetic genius." Draco finished with a little self-satisfied smile, forcing himself not to think of the downside.
"I see!" cried Christian. Getting on their brooms, both boys pushed off the ground and flew up to the level of Harry's window. Draco positioned himself just next to Harry's window, out of Harry's line of view, and Christian hovered in front and slightly below it. Draco nodded to Christian, who cleared his throat nervously.
"Harry!" he whispered urgently. There was no reply.
"Harry!" he said, a little louder. Harry's head appeared in the window.
"Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me!" said Christian, as if this would make all clear.
"Who? I can't see in the darkness!"
"Me, Christian! I need to speak to you!"
"Oh, you," muttered Harry. "Well, if you speak as well as you did down there this shouldn't take long."
"Oh please Harry, I don't know why I was so uninspired. Perhaps I was so enraptured by your beauty I couldn't think straight. The way your emerald eyes sparkle in the moonlight, showing the depths of your soul and more, can be so distracting, I just can't help myself."
"Hmm…" murmured Harry, sounding intrigued and leaning his chin on his elbow. Christian grinned inwardly, how much he owed Draco for doing this he didn't know. Someday, he vowed, he would find a way to repay him. Draco was wildly waving his arms around and frantically mouthing the words that Christian should say.
"Oh Harry, whenever I see you, my heart wants to break with love. I see you playing Quidditch, on your broom with your hair blowing back in the breeze, looking so natural. Such talent, I know not how you manage it! And then, when I pass you in a corridor, I can't keep my eyes on where I'm going, so I have to tread slowly."
Harry giggled and switched the arms his chin was resting on.
"Since you speak of slowly, though, why are you speaking like that? Pausing every few words?"
In the shadows at the side of Harry's window, Christian saw Draco beckoning madly to him while mouthing the words "come here!"
"One second, I …erm.. thought I saw something over there.." he muttered as he flew off towards Draco.
"He's getting suspicious," Draco whispered urgently. "Stay here, I'll go out and talk to him, he won't notice the difference." Ignoring Christian's feeble protests, he sped out on his broom to where Christian had been before.
"Sorry about that, I thought I saw Mrs Norris in the window," Draco said, thinking quickly. Harry shuddered.
"It wasn't her?"
"No, it wasn't. Don't worry, I can stay here as long as I like. Thank goodness for that, I don't want to leave. The chance to speak to you, in private and in secret, without even you seeing me here, is so rare."
"Why don't you want to be seen by me?" asked Harry curiously.
"When I am unseen," replied Draco, "I speak so much more fluently. I can't pass up the chance to tell you how beautiful you are without you seeing my face, or to tell you how much I love you. I adore you Harry, so much that I remember every single thing you do. I remember the look of concentration on your face as you play Quidditch, occasionally brushing a strand of hair back off your face without realising you're doing it. The first time I saw you play, I saw your face, your graceful posture everywhere I looked. I can't get you off my mind Harry, I think about you all day and all night. When I'm not with you, I count the minutes until I can be with you again. When I am, I dread the moment when I have to let you go." Looking up, Draco saw Harry's face gazing off into the stars, a dreamy lovesick look on his face and his heart squeezed hard in his chest. "I ask one thing of you, Harry,"
"A kiss!" Christian interrupted. Draco whipped his head around to face Christian, and made a cut-throat motion with his hand across his neck, his eyebrows knitted in annoyance.
"What?" asked Harry, jerked out of his trance.
"Nothing," replied Draco, through gritted teeth.
"You asked for a kiss, well of course you can have one! Come on up, the password's 'joke wand'. Don't ask," he added as an answer to the unspoken question about the password. "I'll meet you in the common room. We'd better just hope Hermione stays in the library all night, or I'm really done for." Draco almost laughed at the thought of a lovesick Hermione trailing around after Harry. It reminded him of Pansy.
The window above Draco shut, and Harry disappeared. Draco and Christian descended to the ground and got off their brooms.
"Right," said Draco in a business-like tone. "I take it you don't know the way to Gryffindor tower?" Christian shook his head mutely. "Follow me then!"
Draco ran off towards the castle doors, leaving the brooms lying on the ground. He could deal with them later. Behind him, he could hear Christian panting as he tried to keep up with Draco's fast pace. Stopping to let him catch up, he turned around and saw Christian limping and wheezing towards him, his face bright red. Draco giggled slightly.
"We'd better pause for a moment, you don't want Harry to see you like that, do you?"
Christian rolled his eyes and sank to the floor, gasping for air.
Five minutes later, Draco was back, carrying two broomsticks. In the dim light, Christian could just about tell that they were his and Draco's. Before Christian could even start to get confused, Draco handed him a broom and started to explain.
"We both get on the brooms," he started, speaking in short sentences so that Christian could understand. " We fly up to Harry's window, on the brooms. You hover just outside his window. I hover near you, out of his sight, and whisper the words to you that you have to say. Harry thinks you're a poetic genius." Draco finished with a little self-satisfied smile, forcing himself not to think of the downside.
"I see!" cried Christian. Getting on their brooms, both boys pushed off the ground and flew up to the level of Harry's window. Draco positioned himself just next to Harry's window, out of Harry's line of view, and Christian hovered in front and slightly below it. Draco nodded to Christian, who cleared his throat nervously.
"Harry!" he whispered urgently. There was no reply.
"Harry!" he said, a little louder. Harry's head appeared in the window.
"Yes? Who is it?"
"It's me!" said Christian, as if this would make all clear.
"Who? I can't see in the darkness!"
"Me, Christian! I need to speak to you!"
"Oh, you," muttered Harry. "Well, if you speak as well as you did down there this shouldn't take long."
"Oh please Harry, I don't know why I was so uninspired. Perhaps I was so enraptured by your beauty I couldn't think straight. The way your emerald eyes sparkle in the moonlight, showing the depths of your soul and more, can be so distracting, I just can't help myself."
"Hmm…" murmured Harry, sounding intrigued and leaning his chin on his elbow. Christian grinned inwardly, how much he owed Draco for doing this he didn't know. Someday, he vowed, he would find a way to repay him. Draco was wildly waving his arms around and frantically mouthing the words that Christian should say.
"Oh Harry, whenever I see you, my heart wants to break with love. I see you playing Quidditch, on your broom with your hair blowing back in the breeze, looking so natural. Such talent, I know not how you manage it! And then, when I pass you in a corridor, I can't keep my eyes on where I'm going, so I have to tread slowly."
Harry giggled and switched the arms his chin was resting on.
"Since you speak of slowly, though, why are you speaking like that? Pausing every few words?"
In the shadows at the side of Harry's window, Christian saw Draco beckoning madly to him while mouthing the words "come here!"
"One second, I …erm.. thought I saw something over there.." he muttered as he flew off towards Draco.
"He's getting suspicious," Draco whispered urgently. "Stay here, I'll go out and talk to him, he won't notice the difference." Ignoring Christian's feeble protests, he sped out on his broom to where Christian had been before.
"Sorry about that, I thought I saw Mrs Norris in the window," Draco said, thinking quickly. Harry shuddered.
"It wasn't her?"
"No, it wasn't. Don't worry, I can stay here as long as I like. Thank goodness for that, I don't want to leave. The chance to speak to you, in private and in secret, without even you seeing me here, is so rare."
"Why don't you want to be seen by me?" asked Harry curiously.
"When I am unseen," replied Draco, "I speak so much more fluently. I can't pass up the chance to tell you how beautiful you are without you seeing my face, or to tell you how much I love you. I adore you Harry, so much that I remember every single thing you do. I remember the look of concentration on your face as you play Quidditch, occasionally brushing a strand of hair back off your face without realising you're doing it. The first time I saw you play, I saw your face, your graceful posture everywhere I looked. I can't get you off my mind Harry, I think about you all day and all night. When I'm not with you, I count the minutes until I can be with you again. When I am, I dread the moment when I have to let you go." Looking up, Draco saw Harry's face gazing off into the stars, a dreamy lovesick look on his face and his heart squeezed hard in his chest. "I ask one thing of you, Harry,"
"A kiss!" Christian interrupted. Draco whipped his head around to face Christian, and made a cut-throat motion with his hand across his neck, his eyebrows knitted in annoyance.
"What?" asked Harry, jerked out of his trance.
"Nothing," replied Draco, through gritted teeth.
"You asked for a kiss, well of course you can have one! Come on up, the password's 'joke wand'. Don't ask," he added as an answer to the unspoken question about the password. "I'll meet you in the common room. We'd better just hope Hermione stays in the library all night, or I'm really done for." Draco almost laughed at the thought of a lovesick Hermione trailing around after Harry. It reminded him of Pansy.
The window above Draco shut, and Harry disappeared. Draco and Christian descended to the ground and got off their brooms.
"Right," said Draco in a business-like tone. "I take it you don't know the way to Gryffindor tower?" Christian shook his head mutely. "Follow me then!"
Draco ran off towards the castle doors, leaving the brooms lying on the ground. He could deal with them later. Behind him, he could hear Christian panting as he tried to keep up with Draco's fast pace. Stopping to let him catch up, he turned around and saw Christian limping and wheezing towards him, his face bright red. Draco giggled slightly.
"We'd better pause for a moment, you don't want Harry to see you like that, do you?"
Christian rolled his eyes and sank to the floor, gasping for air.
