A/N: Hi, I'm back! I went to the no doubt/garbage concert in Baltimore!
*Holds up concert tee's* HA! You don't care, lol, here's the chapter:
Pepsi- how can u be a Ginny-shipper? I thought "shipper" came from "ship" which comes from "relationship" which would require 2 ppl. . .*is confused* anyway, I'm glad u like the chapter, and, no, I'm not going to make them rush into sex, because you're right, it is stupid, lol, and I wouldn't post it on here, I would post a link to it on another site. I'm not into lemons, that's y I asked the readers.
Mandraco- isn't it though?
Fanny Chan- I know! I hate making them suffer, but I had 2 for plot purposes, psh "plots"
Kitten- Hello! You're new to being a reviewer of my fic, well I respond to all reviews, cuz I love them, so ha! Thank you!
Lizz- why are you even reviewing my story Lizz?
SilverSerpent- you've got the idea, the story likes hugs, its very touchy- feely
Momo- HERE, MORE! There ya go!
Marionette- Ure the only person who thanked Lizz, go u! Thank u 4 telling me im brilliant; I was having a low self-esteem day, lol ~*~
"And I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray, The more I get of you, the stranger it feels"
Seal- "Kiss from a Rose"
~*~
Harry ran back to the Gryffindor common room and let himself drop into one of the unusually fluffy crimson chairs in the corner of the room. If he had bothered to look around, he would have seen that he was alone because all the Gryffindors were still at dinner. He didn't bother to look around though; he had too much to think about.
What had just happened? He was sure he had almost kissed Draco Malfoy. Acctually, he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure of anything. 'Woah, it's a good thing I'm sitting down,' Harry thought. 'Lets start with what I know for sure. . .
1. Draco Malfoy has been my enemy for 6 or so years. . .right, I defiantly know that for sure
2. Draco Malfoy is an annoying prat. . .
3. Draco Malfoy is fucking gorgeous
4. Draco Malfoy would taste so fucking good
5. I'm an idiot for running away from something perfect . . .
'Woah, I did not just think that,' Harry groaned aloud,
"What did I do to deserve this?" He asked, not really for an answer, but just for the purpose of putting the question out there. Suddenly it dawned on him.
There could only be one explanation, Draco Malfoy was playing games with his mind. Draco Malfoy was a very very evil young man - yes, a really really attractive one but evil nonetheless. How could he have fallen for this so easily?! It was so obvious! Harry fumed. Harry sighed.
'This feeling is nothing, I don't believe in it,' Harry thought, 'There is probably dark magic involved with this, knowing Dra-Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. Draco. . .
"Harry? Are you ok?" He heard a soft voice say from close by. . .Ginny.
"Yeah, I'm fine Gin." He quickly responded, he would hate for her to be upset, she was his best friend's sister.
"You look. . .preoccupied. You know you can tell me if something's going on, right?"
Harry almost laughed out loud at the thought of telling Ginny he was falling for Draco Malfoy.
"I'm fine, really. And I know I can count on you."
"Listen Harry, I wanted to talk to you. . . I know you don't like me, in that way," Ginny blushed, "But you looked so lonely lately, and I was thinking, it couldn't hurt if we, you know, went out for a while"
"Ginny, I'm really flattered but-"
"No, look. I'm not asking you to love me, I know you don't but maybe you can learn to, please, just give us a chance?"
'Maybe this is what I need, a distraction from Draco. And she's right; maybe I can learn to love her. I'm not lying to her or anything, she's a big girl and she knows what she's getting herself into. . .'
"Alright Gin. We'll give us a shot," Harry said suddenly, then he flashed her a smile that shamelessly exuded boyish charm. Ginny threw her arms around his neck and whispered his ear.
"You wont regret this." ~*~
Draco slowly walked to his room; he saw no reason to rush. Harry, his Harry, Harry Potter had asked to kiss him. But that was totally irrelevant, since the Gryffindor had run away before anything could have happened. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes, moving seemed futile, thinking seemed futile; he let his mind go blank. He just lay there, for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly Crabbe and Goyle came in,
"Sorry we took so long Draco." Crabbe ventured.
"Yeah, it wasn't our faults, it was to stupid Gryffindors," Goyle said, Draco Grunted in response "Its true! You wouldn't think they could get any lauder then they were before, but they did! The Patil girl dances into the Great Hall, dances! Honestly, you'd think she owned the place or something. Then she announces that Potter is dating the youngest Weasel, as if we all care! As if it's a topic worthy of our attention!"
Contrary to popular belief, Goyle was not a mindless idiot who could only grunt; he was a grandiloquent, long-winded mindless idiot. The latter being much worse, ask any Slytherin.
Draco's eyes had shot open at the mention of Harry's surname, and now he stood, wide eyed gawking at Goyle.
"W-what was that?" He asked uncertainly. This was not not *not* happening. . .
"The Potter and the Weasley girl, haven't you been paying attention? Anyway its not our faul-"
"Get out. . . J-just leave. I need to be alone." Draco said, pointing a trembling finger to the door. "OUT!" He shouted when the two boys hesitated. They scurried off leaving Draco alone in his room.
Suddenly he felt cold. Cold and alone, Draco sat on his bed and hugged his knees, tears threatened to escape his eyes at any moment. 'Tissues. Need Tissues,' Draco reached into his pocket and felt a cold metal object. A sudden warm feeling overcame him,
His eyes widened in realization as he pulled the object out. There was something engraved on the surface of the feather he hadn't seen before.
"Remitto invidia gratia invidia, confero concisio adfectio invidia" Draco read aloud. The boy gasped, he didn't know much Latin but from what he did know this could be very very bad. . . or very very good.
~*~
Hi, the Latin is totally BS ed, ok? Sorry, I couldn't find a source for latin so I combined my Italian, Portuguese, little little little bit o' Latin and Spanish to make that ^ now my beautiful words, in order, mean "Forgive envy, reward envy, take apart, put together, change envy" I had issues w/ the change part, I wanted 2 put something else but I couldn't find, so this'll have 2 do
Pepsi- how can u be a Ginny-shipper? I thought "shipper" came from "ship" which comes from "relationship" which would require 2 ppl. . .*is confused* anyway, I'm glad u like the chapter, and, no, I'm not going to make them rush into sex, because you're right, it is stupid, lol, and I wouldn't post it on here, I would post a link to it on another site. I'm not into lemons, that's y I asked the readers.
Mandraco- isn't it though?
Fanny Chan- I know! I hate making them suffer, but I had 2 for plot purposes, psh "plots"
Kitten- Hello! You're new to being a reviewer of my fic, well I respond to all reviews, cuz I love them, so ha! Thank you!
Lizz- why are you even reviewing my story Lizz?
SilverSerpent- you've got the idea, the story likes hugs, its very touchy- feely
Momo- HERE, MORE! There ya go!
Marionette- Ure the only person who thanked Lizz, go u! Thank u 4 telling me im brilliant; I was having a low self-esteem day, lol ~*~
"And I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray, The more I get of you, the stranger it feels"
Seal- "Kiss from a Rose"
~*~
Harry ran back to the Gryffindor common room and let himself drop into one of the unusually fluffy crimson chairs in the corner of the room. If he had bothered to look around, he would have seen that he was alone because all the Gryffindors were still at dinner. He didn't bother to look around though; he had too much to think about.
What had just happened? He was sure he had almost kissed Draco Malfoy. Acctually, he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure of anything. 'Woah, it's a good thing I'm sitting down,' Harry thought. 'Lets start with what I know for sure. . .
1. Draco Malfoy has been my enemy for 6 or so years. . .right, I defiantly know that for sure
2. Draco Malfoy is an annoying prat. . .
3. Draco Malfoy is fucking gorgeous
4. Draco Malfoy would taste so fucking good
5. I'm an idiot for running away from something perfect . . .
'Woah, I did not just think that,' Harry groaned aloud,
"What did I do to deserve this?" He asked, not really for an answer, but just for the purpose of putting the question out there. Suddenly it dawned on him.
There could only be one explanation, Draco Malfoy was playing games with his mind. Draco Malfoy was a very very evil young man - yes, a really really attractive one but evil nonetheless. How could he have fallen for this so easily?! It was so obvious! Harry fumed. Harry sighed.
'This feeling is nothing, I don't believe in it,' Harry thought, 'There is probably dark magic involved with this, knowing Dra-Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy. Draco. . .
"Harry? Are you ok?" He heard a soft voice say from close by. . .Ginny.
"Yeah, I'm fine Gin." He quickly responded, he would hate for her to be upset, she was his best friend's sister.
"You look. . .preoccupied. You know you can tell me if something's going on, right?"
Harry almost laughed out loud at the thought of telling Ginny he was falling for Draco Malfoy.
"I'm fine, really. And I know I can count on you."
"Listen Harry, I wanted to talk to you. . . I know you don't like me, in that way," Ginny blushed, "But you looked so lonely lately, and I was thinking, it couldn't hurt if we, you know, went out for a while"
"Ginny, I'm really flattered but-"
"No, look. I'm not asking you to love me, I know you don't but maybe you can learn to, please, just give us a chance?"
'Maybe this is what I need, a distraction from Draco. And she's right; maybe I can learn to love her. I'm not lying to her or anything, she's a big girl and she knows what she's getting herself into. . .'
"Alright Gin. We'll give us a shot," Harry said suddenly, then he flashed her a smile that shamelessly exuded boyish charm. Ginny threw her arms around his neck and whispered his ear.
"You wont regret this." ~*~
Draco slowly walked to his room; he saw no reason to rush. Harry, his Harry, Harry Potter had asked to kiss him. But that was totally irrelevant, since the Gryffindor had run away before anything could have happened. He lay on his bed and closed his eyes, moving seemed futile, thinking seemed futile; he let his mind go blank. He just lay there, for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly Crabbe and Goyle came in,
"Sorry we took so long Draco." Crabbe ventured.
"Yeah, it wasn't our faults, it was to stupid Gryffindors," Goyle said, Draco Grunted in response "Its true! You wouldn't think they could get any lauder then they were before, but they did! The Patil girl dances into the Great Hall, dances! Honestly, you'd think she owned the place or something. Then she announces that Potter is dating the youngest Weasel, as if we all care! As if it's a topic worthy of our attention!"
Contrary to popular belief, Goyle was not a mindless idiot who could only grunt; he was a grandiloquent, long-winded mindless idiot. The latter being much worse, ask any Slytherin.
Draco's eyes had shot open at the mention of Harry's surname, and now he stood, wide eyed gawking at Goyle.
"W-what was that?" He asked uncertainly. This was not not *not* happening. . .
"The Potter and the Weasley girl, haven't you been paying attention? Anyway its not our faul-"
"Get out. . . J-just leave. I need to be alone." Draco said, pointing a trembling finger to the door. "OUT!" He shouted when the two boys hesitated. They scurried off leaving Draco alone in his room.
Suddenly he felt cold. Cold and alone, Draco sat on his bed and hugged his knees, tears threatened to escape his eyes at any moment. 'Tissues. Need Tissues,' Draco reached into his pocket and felt a cold metal object. A sudden warm feeling overcame him,
His eyes widened in realization as he pulled the object out. There was something engraved on the surface of the feather he hadn't seen before.
"Remitto invidia gratia invidia, confero concisio adfectio invidia" Draco read aloud. The boy gasped, he didn't know much Latin but from what he did know this could be very very bad. . . or very very good.
~*~
Hi, the Latin is totally BS ed, ok? Sorry, I couldn't find a source for latin so I combined my Italian, Portuguese, little little little bit o' Latin and Spanish to make that ^ now my beautiful words, in order, mean "Forgive envy, reward envy, take apart, put together, change envy" I had issues w/ the change part, I wanted 2 put something else but I couldn't find, so this'll have 2 do