Where Did My Friend Go??
Chapter 3
Disclaimer- ONCE again, I don't own Harry Potter and have never claimed to. Now Oliver Wood on the other hand.*lix her lips* Ahahaha, I am SOOOO funnay! Ah-hem. Well, I guess I'd better get on with the sad, dramatic, angsty story now.tho I don't know why anyone would want to read something so sad and depressing.TURN BACK NOW WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE CHANCE!!!!! Ahem, yeah. NO! NO, WAIT! I WAS ONLY JOKING! NOO!! COME BAAAAAACK!
The song is Brian McKnight's Anytime..
Chapter 3: Escape..?
******Can't remember why we fell apart
With something that was so meant to be
Forever was the promise in our hearts
Now, more and more I wonder where you are*******
******Still have your picture in a frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you could call*******
Harry lied awake in bed, listening to the maddening noises around him. Every sound was torture to his ears. The soft snoring of Seamus, Dean grinding his teeth. Neville's old toad Trevor's deep croaks. He began to be bothered by sounds that he had never even noticed before. Floorboards creaking, pipes in the walls leaking. The rain outside was pounding against the window. The noises began to connect in unison. Deep breath, grind, croak, creak, drip, splash.
"This is driving me insane!" Harry though and firmly placed his hands over his ears, desperately trying to escape the sounds. He rolled onto his side and saw the empty bed next to him. He sat up angry at himself for the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"That's it!" Harry whispered angrily. "I can't take it anymore!"
He got up and leaned down over his trunk, pulling out his clothes.
"I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it," he whispered over and over while putting his sweater on.
He grabbed his broom and his wand and threw the invisibility cloak on over his head. He walked out of the room; he had made his decision.
Out in the corridors-
Draco was walking back to the Slytherin tower, dragging his feet.
"That is the last time I ever let Filch catch me out of bed," he said. "Cleaning the trophies. Wait till my father hears!"
He walked past the doorways and the sleeping portraits and the dripping windows. Suddenly, he stopped. Something wasn't right. Something was just...wrong. He shook his head and continued to walk on, but stopped again as the notion wouldn't stop gnawing at the back of his head. He leaned against the window he had stopped at and ran his hands through his hair.
"Stop it, just stop it," he pleaded with himself. His unrational fear of the dark was growing worse. "There's nothing wrong, nothing. Everything is fine."
He faced the window and stared outside of it. The patter of rain falling against the glass echoed in his ears.
He couldn't see anything. The dead black of the night filled is vision until a bright lightning bolt struck and momentarily illuminated the quidditch field.
Draco drew back. Was someone on the field? But who would be there this late at night and it be raining so hard? He stepped forward and waited for the next lightning bolt. When it came, sure enough, someone was there.
"Harry!" Draco said and rushed to the doors. He flung them open and was immediately pelted with droplets and was drenched with rain before he took even three steps.
His jaw trembled. He was surrounded by pitch black night. The dark, the cold, lonely dark. He yanked out his wand and screamed, "LUMOS!" He couldn't hear his voice over the thunder, but the wand lit up regardless.
The light was barely bright enough too see with, but to his relief, he saw a vague silhouette of Harry on his broom in the air. Draco jogged over and picked up a Cleansweep 500 from the broom store. He squinted his eyes again, to make sure Harry was there. Yes, he was. He mounted the broom and kicked off from the ground.
He flew higher and higher. 10 feet, 20 feet, 30...
He looked side to side, up and down, everywhere for Harry. 50 feet and rising, when suddenly-
CRASH!
Draco gasped as he ran into something. He tumbled and lost grip of the broom. His feet slipped off.
"This is it, I'm not going to make it," he thought from somewhere in the back of his mind while scrambling for something to hold onto.
His fingers closed around the handle. He was hanging onto the broom with one hand. He lifted his other arm up and gripped the handle tightly. He panted heavily and swung his legs up over the broomstick. Once he got a good grip, he let out a huge sigh of relief and started to breath in sharp gasps. He looked up and saw-
"H-h-harry!" Draco exclaimed. "What are you doing out here?"
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled.
"I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?"
"NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMNED BUISSINESS!" Harry yelled angrily and looked down at the ground.
"OH, COME ON HARRY! DON'T DO THIS!"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE?"
"I CARE A LOT MORE THAN YOU THINK! AND SO DO A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE!"
Harry gritted his teeth and yelled in frustration. "LORD!" He yanked his glasses off and pulled his wand out and whispered the spell to make them repel water. They hovered in the air for a moment, water falling down their faces.
Harry though for a bit, then yelled,
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!"
Draco gritted his teeth in turn and screamed, "I KNOW THAT THIS ISNT WHAT HE WOULD WANT, AND THINK YOU KNOW IT, TOO!"
"I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GO, BUT HE DID, DIDN'T HE? HE'S GONE!"
"HELL YES, HE'S GONE! DOING THIS WILL NOT MAKE HIM COME BACK! HE'S GONE, YOU CAN'T FIX IT!"
It's like a bell went off in Harry's head. His face, which had been just moments before, harsh and rash, was now scared and helpless, like that of a lost child.
"COME DOWN, HARRY! PLEASE!" Draco yelled.
Harry looked defeated. He sniffed and shook his head, then slowly made his way down to the ground with Draco.
They reached the ground and Draco threw the broom to the broom store, not caring about it's placement. He took his cloak off and tossed it around Harry, when he was just as soaked as Harry was.
Harry picked the silver invisibility cloak up from the ground and handed it to Draco, who wrapped it around the both of them. They went inside and walked through the halls shivering and leaving two pairs of muddy footprints behind them.
They got to the Fat Lady portrait and peered out of the cloak.
The Fat Lady was snoring deeply.
"E-excus-se me?" Harry stuttered in a shallow whisper.
Her eyes drooped open and she yawned. "I was just resting..Er, where did your body go, boy?"
"Ne-ne." he started and then pulled the cloak tighter over his body. "Never mind, just let us- me in."
"Password?"
"Joli Palabres," Harry said, relieved.
The Fat Lady yawned again as the portrait swung open and the two climbed inside.
Harry sniffed and took the cloak off, then sat down beside the still glowing fire.
Draco looked at him sympathetically and sat down across from him.
There was silence for a few moments until Harry looked up at Draco.
"Why'd he do it?" he asked, finally facing the fact that he couldn't change the fact that Ron was neve coming back.
"I don't know. No one knows."
"I mean, he seemed so happy," Harry said, possibly ignoring the reply from Draco. "If he had a problem with someone, he would have told someone. He would have. He..he would have told me."
Draco shrugged.
"People do things you can't explain, Harry."
Harry leaned back and let the tears come.
Draco stood up and sat next to Harry and slung an arm around him and held him tight.
"He was my best friend," Harry said, broken down. "I just thought .. I don't know what I thought; I just miss him."
"You're going to miss him. But it's a part of life, and your going to go through it no matter what."
Harry sighed and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, desperate for some kind of human contact.
Draco lifted Harry's head up to face him.
"You need to listen to me. Are you listening?"
Harry nodded oddly.
"Ron did what he did. Nobody knows why, and nobody can ever change it. He would want you to move on, Harry."
Harry sighed and nodded, then hugged Draco again for the second time that day.
They stayed like that for a moment, then drew back. Draco looked into Harry's jade green eyes and Harry looked into Draco's silvery blue ones. They stared for a moment, then slowly came closer to each other's mouths. Their lips brushed up against each others, and then they kissed more firmly. Draco backed up suddenly, his eyes wide, as did Harry.
"I'd better be going," Draco said apologetically and stood up quickly and walked out of the room.
Harry sat, alone in the common room. He reached up and touched his lips.
"One kiss doesn't mean anything. Nothing happened. I'm not gay," he said, trying to convince himself.
He shook his head and stood up, heading for bed.
SCR-
Draco walked into his dorm and leaned against the door, trying not to think of what happened. He reached up and touched his lips. This was all too strange. His stomach was a mixture of nervous butterflies with the contentment of being a baby. He looked emotionless for a while, before his mouth spread into a smile.
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There we go! Told you you'd love it! And you thought you would love it..haha. But I told you you would love it, didn't I? I did, I told you, I said, "You'll love it." MWAHAHA! Check out my other stories and watch for my next chapter! BTW.I have the rest of the story planned out and it will be getting on quicker!!
Chapter 3
Disclaimer- ONCE again, I don't own Harry Potter and have never claimed to. Now Oliver Wood on the other hand.*lix her lips* Ahahaha, I am SOOOO funnay! Ah-hem. Well, I guess I'd better get on with the sad, dramatic, angsty story now.tho I don't know why anyone would want to read something so sad and depressing.TURN BACK NOW WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE CHANCE!!!!! Ahem, yeah. NO! NO, WAIT! I WAS ONLY JOKING! NOO!! COME BAAAAAACK!
The song is Brian McKnight's Anytime..
Chapter 3: Escape..?
******Can't remember why we fell apart
With something that was so meant to be
Forever was the promise in our hearts
Now, more and more I wonder where you are*******
******Still have your picture in a frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you could call*******
Harry lied awake in bed, listening to the maddening noises around him. Every sound was torture to his ears. The soft snoring of Seamus, Dean grinding his teeth. Neville's old toad Trevor's deep croaks. He began to be bothered by sounds that he had never even noticed before. Floorboards creaking, pipes in the walls leaking. The rain outside was pounding against the window. The noises began to connect in unison. Deep breath, grind, croak, creak, drip, splash.
"This is driving me insane!" Harry though and firmly placed his hands over his ears, desperately trying to escape the sounds. He rolled onto his side and saw the empty bed next to him. He sat up angry at himself for the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"That's it!" Harry whispered angrily. "I can't take it anymore!"
He got up and leaned down over his trunk, pulling out his clothes.
"I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it," he whispered over and over while putting his sweater on.
He grabbed his broom and his wand and threw the invisibility cloak on over his head. He walked out of the room; he had made his decision.
Out in the corridors-
Draco was walking back to the Slytherin tower, dragging his feet.
"That is the last time I ever let Filch catch me out of bed," he said. "Cleaning the trophies. Wait till my father hears!"
He walked past the doorways and the sleeping portraits and the dripping windows. Suddenly, he stopped. Something wasn't right. Something was just...wrong. He shook his head and continued to walk on, but stopped again as the notion wouldn't stop gnawing at the back of his head. He leaned against the window he had stopped at and ran his hands through his hair.
"Stop it, just stop it," he pleaded with himself. His unrational fear of the dark was growing worse. "There's nothing wrong, nothing. Everything is fine."
He faced the window and stared outside of it. The patter of rain falling against the glass echoed in his ears.
He couldn't see anything. The dead black of the night filled is vision until a bright lightning bolt struck and momentarily illuminated the quidditch field.
Draco drew back. Was someone on the field? But who would be there this late at night and it be raining so hard? He stepped forward and waited for the next lightning bolt. When it came, sure enough, someone was there.
"Harry!" Draco said and rushed to the doors. He flung them open and was immediately pelted with droplets and was drenched with rain before he took even three steps.
His jaw trembled. He was surrounded by pitch black night. The dark, the cold, lonely dark. He yanked out his wand and screamed, "LUMOS!" He couldn't hear his voice over the thunder, but the wand lit up regardless.
The light was barely bright enough too see with, but to his relief, he saw a vague silhouette of Harry on his broom in the air. Draco jogged over and picked up a Cleansweep 500 from the broom store. He squinted his eyes again, to make sure Harry was there. Yes, he was. He mounted the broom and kicked off from the ground.
He flew higher and higher. 10 feet, 20 feet, 30...
He looked side to side, up and down, everywhere for Harry. 50 feet and rising, when suddenly-
CRASH!
Draco gasped as he ran into something. He tumbled and lost grip of the broom. His feet slipped off.
"This is it, I'm not going to make it," he thought from somewhere in the back of his mind while scrambling for something to hold onto.
His fingers closed around the handle. He was hanging onto the broom with one hand. He lifted his other arm up and gripped the handle tightly. He panted heavily and swung his legs up over the broomstick. Once he got a good grip, he let out a huge sigh of relief and started to breath in sharp gasps. He looked up and saw-
"H-h-harry!" Draco exclaimed. "What are you doing out here?"
"WHAT?!" Harry yelled.
"I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?"
"NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMNED BUISSINESS!" Harry yelled angrily and looked down at the ground.
"OH, COME ON HARRY! DON'T DO THIS!"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE?"
"I CARE A LOT MORE THAN YOU THINK! AND SO DO A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE!"
Harry gritted his teeth and yelled in frustration. "LORD!" He yanked his glasses off and pulled his wand out and whispered the spell to make them repel water. They hovered in the air for a moment, water falling down their faces.
Harry though for a bit, then yelled,
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!"
Draco gritted his teeth in turn and screamed, "I KNOW THAT THIS ISNT WHAT HE WOULD WANT, AND THINK YOU KNOW IT, TOO!"
"I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GO, BUT HE DID, DIDN'T HE? HE'S GONE!"
"HELL YES, HE'S GONE! DOING THIS WILL NOT MAKE HIM COME BACK! HE'S GONE, YOU CAN'T FIX IT!"
It's like a bell went off in Harry's head. His face, which had been just moments before, harsh and rash, was now scared and helpless, like that of a lost child.
"COME DOWN, HARRY! PLEASE!" Draco yelled.
Harry looked defeated. He sniffed and shook his head, then slowly made his way down to the ground with Draco.
They reached the ground and Draco threw the broom to the broom store, not caring about it's placement. He took his cloak off and tossed it around Harry, when he was just as soaked as Harry was.
Harry picked the silver invisibility cloak up from the ground and handed it to Draco, who wrapped it around the both of them. They went inside and walked through the halls shivering and leaving two pairs of muddy footprints behind them.
They got to the Fat Lady portrait and peered out of the cloak.
The Fat Lady was snoring deeply.
"E-excus-se me?" Harry stuttered in a shallow whisper.
Her eyes drooped open and she yawned. "I was just resting..Er, where did your body go, boy?"
"Ne-ne." he started and then pulled the cloak tighter over his body. "Never mind, just let us- me in."
"Password?"
"Joli Palabres," Harry said, relieved.
The Fat Lady yawned again as the portrait swung open and the two climbed inside.
Harry sniffed and took the cloak off, then sat down beside the still glowing fire.
Draco looked at him sympathetically and sat down across from him.
There was silence for a few moments until Harry looked up at Draco.
"Why'd he do it?" he asked, finally facing the fact that he couldn't change the fact that Ron was neve coming back.
"I don't know. No one knows."
"I mean, he seemed so happy," Harry said, possibly ignoring the reply from Draco. "If he had a problem with someone, he would have told someone. He would have. He..he would have told me."
Draco shrugged.
"People do things you can't explain, Harry."
Harry leaned back and let the tears come.
Draco stood up and sat next to Harry and slung an arm around him and held him tight.
"He was my best friend," Harry said, broken down. "I just thought .. I don't know what I thought; I just miss him."
"You're going to miss him. But it's a part of life, and your going to go through it no matter what."
Harry sighed and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, desperate for some kind of human contact.
Draco lifted Harry's head up to face him.
"You need to listen to me. Are you listening?"
Harry nodded oddly.
"Ron did what he did. Nobody knows why, and nobody can ever change it. He would want you to move on, Harry."
Harry sighed and nodded, then hugged Draco again for the second time that day.
They stayed like that for a moment, then drew back. Draco looked into Harry's jade green eyes and Harry looked into Draco's silvery blue ones. They stared for a moment, then slowly came closer to each other's mouths. Their lips brushed up against each others, and then they kissed more firmly. Draco backed up suddenly, his eyes wide, as did Harry.
"I'd better be going," Draco said apologetically and stood up quickly and walked out of the room.
Harry sat, alone in the common room. He reached up and touched his lips.
"One kiss doesn't mean anything. Nothing happened. I'm not gay," he said, trying to convince himself.
He shook his head and stood up, heading for bed.
SCR-
Draco walked into his dorm and leaned against the door, trying not to think of what happened. He reached up and touched his lips. This was all too strange. His stomach was a mixture of nervous butterflies with the contentment of being a baby. He looked emotionless for a while, before his mouth spread into a smile.
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There we go! Told you you'd love it! And you thought you would love it..haha. But I told you you would love it, didn't I? I did, I told you, I said, "You'll love it." MWAHAHA! Check out my other stories and watch for my next chapter! BTW.I have the rest of the story planned out and it will be getting on quicker!!