First off, I want to apologize for the slight lateness of this chapter.
I've had such a busy week, being sick, then making up homework and writing
essays and convincing my parents to let me go to this awesome party. But,
I pulled through and wrote chapter 2 of this story. I hope to produce
chapters within a week of each other in the future. But, we'll have to see
depending on my schedule. Remember, this is slash (boyxboy relationship),
so if you don't like, don't read. This chapter features other couples, but
not much. This chapter was longer than I expected, and I hope you enjoy
it!
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Chapter 2
It was August 31st, the day Harry had been willing to come for over 2 months. The day he went back to Hogwarts and started his 5th year. His alarm went off, and he jumped out of bed eagerly. Not a good idea. He was still a little sore from the most recent outburst of Vernon.
::Well, you deserved it you know. You should have been more careful and kept your thoughts to yourself:: he scolded himself. ::But still, did he have to beat me so bad? I could barely breath the next day, let alone move:: he contradicted. ::You know how he feels about gays. You have to keep this to yourself now on:: the other side of his brain said. ::Agreed. I don't want to be beaten again:: he promised.
With his new promise in place, he went about his morning routine. He showered and dressed in a pair of very baggy jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He added a chain, which he had stolen from Dudley, just for effect. He tried in vain to tame his hair, and admired his new glasses in the mirror. How he had ever convinced his uncle to get them was beyond him. They had a slight slimmer frame, and fit his face quite well. He had developed a well- built body from all the Quidditch he played, but had still stayed relatively skinny. He had gotten taller over the summer, now reaching a little under 6'. He sighed, knowing this was going to be a LONG year trying to fend off the mobs that admired him.
He tore his attention from the mirror as he heard Dudley's booming snores stop, and Vernon's gruff voice coming from the hallway. He stiffened and held his breath, hoping his uncle wouldn't come to his room. He breathed again when he heard a door close and the shower start to run. Regaining his composure, he quietly opened his door and slipped downstairs.
3 minutes later bacon was in the pan along with a dozen or so eggs and toast was popping up from the toaster. Harry's moves were mechanical, grabbing the toast as he watched the bacon and eggs and deposited them onto a plate. When the food was done and on the table, he went to grab the paper and mail. When he returned to the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to see the Dursleys already there, Dudley stuffing his face. Petunia was sipping the coffee Harry had made, and Vernon was waiting impatiently for the paper. Harry handed his uncle the paper, his aunt the mail, and quickly bolted down some bacon, an egg, and 2 pieces of toast. Without saying a word he returned to his room and packed quickly, making sure he left nothing behind.
An hour later he was on Platform 9 ¾ scouting for Ron and Hermione. He spotted a flash of red hair and soon found his 2 best friends and the Weasley family. Along with Mrs. and Mr. Weasley was Ginny, who was in her 4th year, Percy, Bill, and the twins. The twins were in their last year and were still planning on opening a joke shop, much to the protests of their mother. Ginny had started to grow her hair out, and framed her face quite nicely. Hermione had grown an inch or two, and had cut her hair to neck length. Ron was now about 6'1, but had broadened out.
"Harry! It's great to see you again!" Hermione said extatically, hugging him tightly, "Where have you been all summer?"
"Hi.Hermi.can you please let me go? Maybe?" Harry gasped. Hermione was hugging him so tight he could barely breath.
"Oh! Sorry!" Hermione said sheepishly, letting him go.
Ron walked up and slipped his arm around Hermione's waist. They had started going out during the summer, after Hermione came back from visiting Krum. The trip hadn't gone so well, and Hermione FINALLY realized she liked Ron. She stayed at the burrow for the rest of the summer, getting used to living like a wizard. From what Harry had heard through the letters, they both had a great summer. Lucky them.
"Yeah, man. Where were you this summer," Ron said, him and Harry doing their signature handshake that they had developed over the years.
"Well, two reasons really. One, I got a letter from Dumbledore saying I had to tough out the summer with the Dursleys. Two, even if I had been invited, the Dursleys were not about to let me out of their home. You could say they wanted to 'reteach' me a few things," Harry said, a little hurt in his voice.
He silently cursed himself for saying that. Hermione suddenly became worried. She had heard about the Dursleys, and she worried about Harry. Ron let go of his girlfriend and put his hands on Harry's shoulders. The worry shown in his eyes. Harry suppressed a flinch from the abrupt contact on his shoulders, the bruises there still tender.
"You okay man? They didn't do anything to you did they?" he asked.
"What? Oh, of course not! Don't worry about me Ron. They just made me do a whole lot of garden work and cooking," Harry said quickly.
Ron bought it. Harry silently found it incredible that anyone could be so naïve when it came to friends. But he dismissed the thought, knowing it wasn't Ron's fault. It was Harry's fault. All Harry's fault.
"Well, lets forget about the past and move onto the future. Harry, I heard you switched classes, tell me about it?" Hermione said, sensing a bit of tension on Harry's end.
"I'll tell you when we get on the train. First, I have to get my trunk loaded. Oi, Fred, George! A little help over here?" Harry called.
Fred and George sauntered over, Fred peeved he hadn't gotten to tell the punchline of a joke he was in the middle of telling. After the 3 had gotten the trunk loaded, Harry, Hermione, and Ron found an empty compartment and sat down. Harry stared out the window, looking at all the happy and excited kids saying goodbye to their parents. In that second, he hated them all. Every fucking one of them. Not only did they have parents, but because they got to live in their own little world.
Each one was oblivious to what was going on around them. Sure, they KNEW about Voldemort, but they didn't realize what a threat he was. All they thought about was getting good grades in school and who would ask whom out. They were all so.childish. They knew nothing of the REAL world. Harry abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when he realized Hermione was talking.
".so I told him to using those cheesy pick up lines because I already had a boyfriend," Hermione was saying proudly.
"That's the way to tell him Hermi! Looks like I've got some competition this year!" Ron said cheerfully, grinning.
Harry managed a weak laugh. He wasn't in the mood for this. Stupid kids, always ruining his good moods. Just then the compartment door opened and George walked in. He scanned the room, and when his eyes fell on Harry, he smiled.
"Harry! Just the man I wanted to see! Been looking for you everywhere mate!" he said cheerfully, sitting down next to Harry.
But he didn't stop there. He put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and pushed their bodies closer together. All Harry could do was blink in shock. George put his lips to Harry's ear.
"How was your summer?" he purred.
"George, stop. That's not funny! Stop trying to seduce Harry! You know he doesn't go for that sort of thing!" Ron said angrily, pushing the two boys apart. George grinned even more.
"Sorry little bro. Couldn't help myself. Besides, it's fun to freak out guys!" George chuckled.
Harry didn't pay attention to George, though. He was glaring at Ron.
"Excuse me? What do you mean by 'you know he doesn't go for that sort of thing'?" Harry said angrily, "Do you think that because I'm Harry Potter I'm automatically not allowed to like guys?"
Ron stared in shock. He then proceeded to stutter something about not meaning to offend Harry and asking him if he was interested in guys.
"I'm bi for your information. I would appreciate that in the future, you don't jump to conclusions," Harry said scathingly.
Ron sat, trying to absorb the information given to him. Hermione's interest seemed to be struck, and George was grinning like a mad man.
"So, are you interested in anyone Harry? It's okay, you can tell us!" George said happily.
"Actually, I'm interested in a couple of people. In light of this fact, I propose a little.how should I put it.game," Harry said, smirking.
"Game? What kind of game?" an Irish voice said from the doorway.
The four turned to see Seamus and Dean standing in the doorway, Neville and Fred behind them. Seamus looked excited, and let go of Dean's hand. The four quickly piled into the room and looked at Harry keenly.
"Yes, a game. The rules are simple. I like three people at school. By the end of the year, one of them will be my girlfriend OR boyfriend. Your task, you must figure out WHO I will end up with at the end of the year," Harry said
"Sounds interesting. I'm in. Can you give us the names of the people?" Hermione asked.
"Well, the first one is pretty obvious. Cho Chang," Harry replied.
"Figured. You always went goo-goo over her. Not a pretty site," Fred cut in.
"The second person is a boy. It's Justin Finch-Fletchley," Harry continued.
"Nice choice! He's always been kind of cute!" Dean said, earning a pout from Seamus. They all laughed and again looked at Harry.
"Well, who's the third person?" Ron asked, over his shock and looking interested in the game.
"Here's the twist to this game. I'm not going to tell you who the third person is. All of you are going to have to use your observation skills to figure out who it is," Harry said, smirking.
Hermione smiled. Observing things was one of her specialties. This game was already hers.
"Sounds like fun!" Neville said.
"Good. If all of you are in, the game starts tomorrow. Write your answers of who you think the third person is and who my new boy/girlfriend will be on a slip of parchment. I want all of your answers starting on Valentine's Day, and ending at the beginning of March," Harry explained.
"Hold it. What do we get if we win?" Hermione asked.
"That's also a surprised. I'll announce who I'm dating and who the winner of the game is some time before the End of the Year Banquet. The winner will then receive the mystery prize," Harry said mysteriously.
"Well, I'm in," Hermione said.
The others voiced their agreement. Harry smiled. This was going to be an interesting year. The others started digging for clues on who the third person. Just as Seamus asked a question about what year the person was, the door opened yet again. No one was surprised to see it was Draco Malfoy.
"Oh look, it's everyone's favorite person," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Shut up Granger. I don't have time to deal with your antics right now," Draco said dully, "Potter, I want a word with you. Now."
Harry blinked, but then shrugged and stood. Much to the protest of the others, he followed Draco out into the hallway. He looked different to Harry. Sure, he was drop dead gorgeous. He was exactly Harry's height, if not a little bit taller. His hair was slicked back as it always was, and his eyes were that stormy gray that Harry would gladly get lost it. But there was something else. He seemed.distressed somehow. His eyes had lost that gleam and malice that was usually there. He was fidgeting, looking everywhere at once, yet never looking at Harry.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked, trying to get Draco to look at him. ::If only I could see his eyes. I love looking at them so much::
"Okay, here's the deal. I propose a truce," Draco said quickly.
"A...truce? What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Geez Potter, are you THAT dense? A truce. Due to recent...circumstances, I have decided to ease up on the insults. I'm far to busy to go around insulting you just because everyone else expects it. So, I promise to leave you alone if you promise to leave me alone. That includes Granger, Weasley, and the rest of your gang too. What do you say? Deal?" Draco said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Draco's eyes looked in to Harry's pleadingly. It was astounding. Draco was practically begging for this. Personally, Harry agreed with Draco. The feud was getting tiring. He nodded his head and Draco sighed in relief. Before Harry could say anything else, Draco walked away and into another compartment. Harry stood there for a moment, thinking about what happened. Then, he walked into his compartment to tell his friends of the truce none of them would believe.
~Later that night at the Great Hall~
Harry sat in his seat at the Gryffindor table. The sorting had just finished and the new first years were talking excitedly to the older years. One of the new girls, Lucidia, was already hanging all over Harry. She acted much more mature than her age and laughed whenever Harry told a joke. She was sitting next to him, and was finding any excuse to touch him. Oh, he wanted her to go away so badly. But he couldn't just snap at her, that would be very un-Harry Potter like.
Suddenly he felt very sick. There were too many people around him. He felt lightheaded, and he his breathing became ragged. No one noticed, though, they were all busy talking about Quidditch and classes. Lucidia was not helping. She was clinging onto his arm, asking for the butter.
"Lucidia, could you please let go of me? You can reach the butter on your own. Lucidia, let go of my arm," he begged, starting to loose his patience.
"But I can't reach it. It's just out of my reach. Do you think you could just hand it to me? Please?" she said in a sugary-sweet voice.
She still hadn't let go of Harry's arm. His panic attack was getting worse. He could just feel the walls closing in on him. He had always known he was claustrophobic, but this was ridiculous. When Lucidia showed no signs of letting go, Harry let out an audible growl.
"Lucidia, I told you to let go!" he snapped at her, "Now LET GO!"
Several people turned their heads in surprise, including Draco. Lucidia released her hold on Harry's arm and stared at her plate. Tears were starting to form in her eyes as she mumbled an apology. Harry stared at her, torn between what he should do.
"Lucidia, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's just I really wanted you to let go of my arm," Harry tried to sound apologetic, but failed.
He looked around the room, scowling at the people who were still staring at him. His claustrophobia was coming back. His breath was becoming ragged again. If he hadn't been too busy trying not to pass out, he would have noticed a certain Slytherin watching him. After a minute, it was too much. He had to get out of there and fast. He was going to suffocate if he didn't.
"Hey Ron, Hermi, I'm full. I'm gonna head up to the common room," he said to his friends.
"But Harry you can't, Dumbledore still needs to make the announcements of the new year! Don't you want to find out who our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?" Hermione said.
"Hermione, you want to know the truth? I. Don't. Care." Harry was really losing his patients now, "So, I'm just going to get up and go to the common room. Goodbye."
"Are you sure Harry? Do you feel sick or something? Should we take you to Madame Pomfrey?" Ron continued to badger Harry with questions.
That's when Harry lost it. He was NOT going to take anymore of this.
"Ron, SHUT THE HELL UP! I do not need to go to Madame Pomfrey! My God, can't you just leave me alone for one second?! I'M TIRED! Leave. Me. ALONE!" Harry yelled angrily.
The hall fell silent at Harry's outburst, students confused and the teachers staring in shock. Hagrid had frozen in mid bite, a turkey leg hanging from his mouth. Ron blushed a deep crimson color as Harry's chair scrapped the floor and Harry left the Great Hall. Draco noticed how Harry's steps faltered, and wondered what had happened.
No one knew of Draco's little secret. The secret he had kept since the end of his 4th year. The secret that would horrify everyone if they found out. Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter. He didn't know how it happened, or why, but he knew that he was in love with the emerald-eyed Gryffindor. Over the summer, he had made a promise to himself.
::I don't know what's wrong with you Harry, but I'll find out:: he thought, ::I'll find out. And I'll make you mine. By the end of the year, you WILL be mine, and only mine::
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Six: Well, that's Chapter 2! What did you guys think? I would love feed back! Again, I say that I hope to produce more chapters faster than that.
Harry: What the hell? What's with the panic attack??
Six: *shrug* I just thought it was a good idea.
Draco: You are so mean to him! Is there any scene in this fic where he isn't a nervous wreck?
Six: There are a couple. They're mostly ones that contain.intimate moments with a certain someone.*smirk*
Draco: *blush*
Harry: Can we talk about something else now. Please?? *blush*
Six: Fine, I'll stop. Now, to all of you out there, REVIEW! Please, if you do I'll love you forever!!
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Thanks to: evilbunny, Bill Weasley, Soul Sister, Annie Phoenix, Kugel, Surius, Hersch, and EuropaMoon for reviewing. I love you all!!
Special Thanks to: Soul Sister. Thank you, I worked hard on that poem. I had been drawing a blank for days, and it finally came to me! I love it when people like my poetry! ____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________
Chapter 2
It was August 31st, the day Harry had been willing to come for over 2 months. The day he went back to Hogwarts and started his 5th year. His alarm went off, and he jumped out of bed eagerly. Not a good idea. He was still a little sore from the most recent outburst of Vernon.
::Well, you deserved it you know. You should have been more careful and kept your thoughts to yourself:: he scolded himself. ::But still, did he have to beat me so bad? I could barely breath the next day, let alone move:: he contradicted. ::You know how he feels about gays. You have to keep this to yourself now on:: the other side of his brain said. ::Agreed. I don't want to be beaten again:: he promised.
With his new promise in place, he went about his morning routine. He showered and dressed in a pair of very baggy jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He added a chain, which he had stolen from Dudley, just for effect. He tried in vain to tame his hair, and admired his new glasses in the mirror. How he had ever convinced his uncle to get them was beyond him. They had a slight slimmer frame, and fit his face quite well. He had developed a well- built body from all the Quidditch he played, but had still stayed relatively skinny. He had gotten taller over the summer, now reaching a little under 6'. He sighed, knowing this was going to be a LONG year trying to fend off the mobs that admired him.
He tore his attention from the mirror as he heard Dudley's booming snores stop, and Vernon's gruff voice coming from the hallway. He stiffened and held his breath, hoping his uncle wouldn't come to his room. He breathed again when he heard a door close and the shower start to run. Regaining his composure, he quietly opened his door and slipped downstairs.
3 minutes later bacon was in the pan along with a dozen or so eggs and toast was popping up from the toaster. Harry's moves were mechanical, grabbing the toast as he watched the bacon and eggs and deposited them onto a plate. When the food was done and on the table, he went to grab the paper and mail. When he returned to the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to see the Dursleys already there, Dudley stuffing his face. Petunia was sipping the coffee Harry had made, and Vernon was waiting impatiently for the paper. Harry handed his uncle the paper, his aunt the mail, and quickly bolted down some bacon, an egg, and 2 pieces of toast. Without saying a word he returned to his room and packed quickly, making sure he left nothing behind.
An hour later he was on Platform 9 ¾ scouting for Ron and Hermione. He spotted a flash of red hair and soon found his 2 best friends and the Weasley family. Along with Mrs. and Mr. Weasley was Ginny, who was in her 4th year, Percy, Bill, and the twins. The twins were in their last year and were still planning on opening a joke shop, much to the protests of their mother. Ginny had started to grow her hair out, and framed her face quite nicely. Hermione had grown an inch or two, and had cut her hair to neck length. Ron was now about 6'1, but had broadened out.
"Harry! It's great to see you again!" Hermione said extatically, hugging him tightly, "Where have you been all summer?"
"Hi.Hermi.can you please let me go? Maybe?" Harry gasped. Hermione was hugging him so tight he could barely breath.
"Oh! Sorry!" Hermione said sheepishly, letting him go.
Ron walked up and slipped his arm around Hermione's waist. They had started going out during the summer, after Hermione came back from visiting Krum. The trip hadn't gone so well, and Hermione FINALLY realized she liked Ron. She stayed at the burrow for the rest of the summer, getting used to living like a wizard. From what Harry had heard through the letters, they both had a great summer. Lucky them.
"Yeah, man. Where were you this summer," Ron said, him and Harry doing their signature handshake that they had developed over the years.
"Well, two reasons really. One, I got a letter from Dumbledore saying I had to tough out the summer with the Dursleys. Two, even if I had been invited, the Dursleys were not about to let me out of their home. You could say they wanted to 'reteach' me a few things," Harry said, a little hurt in his voice.
He silently cursed himself for saying that. Hermione suddenly became worried. She had heard about the Dursleys, and she worried about Harry. Ron let go of his girlfriend and put his hands on Harry's shoulders. The worry shown in his eyes. Harry suppressed a flinch from the abrupt contact on his shoulders, the bruises there still tender.
"You okay man? They didn't do anything to you did they?" he asked.
"What? Oh, of course not! Don't worry about me Ron. They just made me do a whole lot of garden work and cooking," Harry said quickly.
Ron bought it. Harry silently found it incredible that anyone could be so naïve when it came to friends. But he dismissed the thought, knowing it wasn't Ron's fault. It was Harry's fault. All Harry's fault.
"Well, lets forget about the past and move onto the future. Harry, I heard you switched classes, tell me about it?" Hermione said, sensing a bit of tension on Harry's end.
"I'll tell you when we get on the train. First, I have to get my trunk loaded. Oi, Fred, George! A little help over here?" Harry called.
Fred and George sauntered over, Fred peeved he hadn't gotten to tell the punchline of a joke he was in the middle of telling. After the 3 had gotten the trunk loaded, Harry, Hermione, and Ron found an empty compartment and sat down. Harry stared out the window, looking at all the happy and excited kids saying goodbye to their parents. In that second, he hated them all. Every fucking one of them. Not only did they have parents, but because they got to live in their own little world.
Each one was oblivious to what was going on around them. Sure, they KNEW about Voldemort, but they didn't realize what a threat he was. All they thought about was getting good grades in school and who would ask whom out. They were all so.childish. They knew nothing of the REAL world. Harry abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when he realized Hermione was talking.
".so I told him to using those cheesy pick up lines because I already had a boyfriend," Hermione was saying proudly.
"That's the way to tell him Hermi! Looks like I've got some competition this year!" Ron said cheerfully, grinning.
Harry managed a weak laugh. He wasn't in the mood for this. Stupid kids, always ruining his good moods. Just then the compartment door opened and George walked in. He scanned the room, and when his eyes fell on Harry, he smiled.
"Harry! Just the man I wanted to see! Been looking for you everywhere mate!" he said cheerfully, sitting down next to Harry.
But he didn't stop there. He put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and pushed their bodies closer together. All Harry could do was blink in shock. George put his lips to Harry's ear.
"How was your summer?" he purred.
"George, stop. That's not funny! Stop trying to seduce Harry! You know he doesn't go for that sort of thing!" Ron said angrily, pushing the two boys apart. George grinned even more.
"Sorry little bro. Couldn't help myself. Besides, it's fun to freak out guys!" George chuckled.
Harry didn't pay attention to George, though. He was glaring at Ron.
"Excuse me? What do you mean by 'you know he doesn't go for that sort of thing'?" Harry said angrily, "Do you think that because I'm Harry Potter I'm automatically not allowed to like guys?"
Ron stared in shock. He then proceeded to stutter something about not meaning to offend Harry and asking him if he was interested in guys.
"I'm bi for your information. I would appreciate that in the future, you don't jump to conclusions," Harry said scathingly.
Ron sat, trying to absorb the information given to him. Hermione's interest seemed to be struck, and George was grinning like a mad man.
"So, are you interested in anyone Harry? It's okay, you can tell us!" George said happily.
"Actually, I'm interested in a couple of people. In light of this fact, I propose a little.how should I put it.game," Harry said, smirking.
"Game? What kind of game?" an Irish voice said from the doorway.
The four turned to see Seamus and Dean standing in the doorway, Neville and Fred behind them. Seamus looked excited, and let go of Dean's hand. The four quickly piled into the room and looked at Harry keenly.
"Yes, a game. The rules are simple. I like three people at school. By the end of the year, one of them will be my girlfriend OR boyfriend. Your task, you must figure out WHO I will end up with at the end of the year," Harry said
"Sounds interesting. I'm in. Can you give us the names of the people?" Hermione asked.
"Well, the first one is pretty obvious. Cho Chang," Harry replied.
"Figured. You always went goo-goo over her. Not a pretty site," Fred cut in.
"The second person is a boy. It's Justin Finch-Fletchley," Harry continued.
"Nice choice! He's always been kind of cute!" Dean said, earning a pout from Seamus. They all laughed and again looked at Harry.
"Well, who's the third person?" Ron asked, over his shock and looking interested in the game.
"Here's the twist to this game. I'm not going to tell you who the third person is. All of you are going to have to use your observation skills to figure out who it is," Harry said, smirking.
Hermione smiled. Observing things was one of her specialties. This game was already hers.
"Sounds like fun!" Neville said.
"Good. If all of you are in, the game starts tomorrow. Write your answers of who you think the third person is and who my new boy/girlfriend will be on a slip of parchment. I want all of your answers starting on Valentine's Day, and ending at the beginning of March," Harry explained.
"Hold it. What do we get if we win?" Hermione asked.
"That's also a surprised. I'll announce who I'm dating and who the winner of the game is some time before the End of the Year Banquet. The winner will then receive the mystery prize," Harry said mysteriously.
"Well, I'm in," Hermione said.
The others voiced their agreement. Harry smiled. This was going to be an interesting year. The others started digging for clues on who the third person. Just as Seamus asked a question about what year the person was, the door opened yet again. No one was surprised to see it was Draco Malfoy.
"Oh look, it's everyone's favorite person," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Shut up Granger. I don't have time to deal with your antics right now," Draco said dully, "Potter, I want a word with you. Now."
Harry blinked, but then shrugged and stood. Much to the protest of the others, he followed Draco out into the hallway. He looked different to Harry. Sure, he was drop dead gorgeous. He was exactly Harry's height, if not a little bit taller. His hair was slicked back as it always was, and his eyes were that stormy gray that Harry would gladly get lost it. But there was something else. He seemed.distressed somehow. His eyes had lost that gleam and malice that was usually there. He was fidgeting, looking everywhere at once, yet never looking at Harry.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Harry asked, trying to get Draco to look at him. ::If only I could see his eyes. I love looking at them so much::
"Okay, here's the deal. I propose a truce," Draco said quickly.
"A...truce? What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Geez Potter, are you THAT dense? A truce. Due to recent...circumstances, I have decided to ease up on the insults. I'm far to busy to go around insulting you just because everyone else expects it. So, I promise to leave you alone if you promise to leave me alone. That includes Granger, Weasley, and the rest of your gang too. What do you say? Deal?" Draco said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Draco's eyes looked in to Harry's pleadingly. It was astounding. Draco was practically begging for this. Personally, Harry agreed with Draco. The feud was getting tiring. He nodded his head and Draco sighed in relief. Before Harry could say anything else, Draco walked away and into another compartment. Harry stood there for a moment, thinking about what happened. Then, he walked into his compartment to tell his friends of the truce none of them would believe.
~Later that night at the Great Hall~
Harry sat in his seat at the Gryffindor table. The sorting had just finished and the new first years were talking excitedly to the older years. One of the new girls, Lucidia, was already hanging all over Harry. She acted much more mature than her age and laughed whenever Harry told a joke. She was sitting next to him, and was finding any excuse to touch him. Oh, he wanted her to go away so badly. But he couldn't just snap at her, that would be very un-Harry Potter like.
Suddenly he felt very sick. There were too many people around him. He felt lightheaded, and he his breathing became ragged. No one noticed, though, they were all busy talking about Quidditch and classes. Lucidia was not helping. She was clinging onto his arm, asking for the butter.
"Lucidia, could you please let go of me? You can reach the butter on your own. Lucidia, let go of my arm," he begged, starting to loose his patience.
"But I can't reach it. It's just out of my reach. Do you think you could just hand it to me? Please?" she said in a sugary-sweet voice.
She still hadn't let go of Harry's arm. His panic attack was getting worse. He could just feel the walls closing in on him. He had always known he was claustrophobic, but this was ridiculous. When Lucidia showed no signs of letting go, Harry let out an audible growl.
"Lucidia, I told you to let go!" he snapped at her, "Now LET GO!"
Several people turned their heads in surprise, including Draco. Lucidia released her hold on Harry's arm and stared at her plate. Tears were starting to form in her eyes as she mumbled an apology. Harry stared at her, torn between what he should do.
"Lucidia, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It's just I really wanted you to let go of my arm," Harry tried to sound apologetic, but failed.
He looked around the room, scowling at the people who were still staring at him. His claustrophobia was coming back. His breath was becoming ragged again. If he hadn't been too busy trying not to pass out, he would have noticed a certain Slytherin watching him. After a minute, it was too much. He had to get out of there and fast. He was going to suffocate if he didn't.
"Hey Ron, Hermi, I'm full. I'm gonna head up to the common room," he said to his friends.
"But Harry you can't, Dumbledore still needs to make the announcements of the new year! Don't you want to find out who our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is?" Hermione said.
"Hermione, you want to know the truth? I. Don't. Care." Harry was really losing his patients now, "So, I'm just going to get up and go to the common room. Goodbye."
"Are you sure Harry? Do you feel sick or something? Should we take you to Madame Pomfrey?" Ron continued to badger Harry with questions.
That's when Harry lost it. He was NOT going to take anymore of this.
"Ron, SHUT THE HELL UP! I do not need to go to Madame Pomfrey! My God, can't you just leave me alone for one second?! I'M TIRED! Leave. Me. ALONE!" Harry yelled angrily.
The hall fell silent at Harry's outburst, students confused and the teachers staring in shock. Hagrid had frozen in mid bite, a turkey leg hanging from his mouth. Ron blushed a deep crimson color as Harry's chair scrapped the floor and Harry left the Great Hall. Draco noticed how Harry's steps faltered, and wondered what had happened.
No one knew of Draco's little secret. The secret he had kept since the end of his 4th year. The secret that would horrify everyone if they found out. Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter. He didn't know how it happened, or why, but he knew that he was in love with the emerald-eyed Gryffindor. Over the summer, he had made a promise to himself.
::I don't know what's wrong with you Harry, but I'll find out:: he thought, ::I'll find out. And I'll make you mine. By the end of the year, you WILL be mine, and only mine::
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Six: Well, that's Chapter 2! What did you guys think? I would love feed back! Again, I say that I hope to produce more chapters faster than that.
Harry: What the hell? What's with the panic attack??
Six: *shrug* I just thought it was a good idea.
Draco: You are so mean to him! Is there any scene in this fic where he isn't a nervous wreck?
Six: There are a couple. They're mostly ones that contain.intimate moments with a certain someone.*smirk*
Draco: *blush*
Harry: Can we talk about something else now. Please?? *blush*
Six: Fine, I'll stop. Now, to all of you out there, REVIEW! Please, if you do I'll love you forever!!
