A/N: AGAIN! I do NOT own Harry Potter....blah blah blah.
Warning: Slash, mild swearing, violence... and a fluffy scene. :)
Ch. 3- Snap out of it!
* { Foggy Nights and Misty Mornings } *
Harry didn't know how long exactly he and Malfoy had been wandering in the woods. By the postion
of the moon, he'd say it was a little past midnight. God, almost 4 hours had passed. It didn't seem
like that long, but then it did. It had taken all of Harry's restraint to keep his hands off of Malfoy.
And this kind of scared Harry because there had never been anyone in his last 3 years at Hogwarts that
he had felt that strongly about, in ANY way. Malfoy had a charm.... he guessed you would call it charm,
about him that made Harry lose all his control. He guessed that's why they had been fighting all these
years. 'Well, I guess we might as well end it here.'
Meanwhile, while Harry was having his own little thoughts, Draco wasn't exactly too aware of their
surroundings either. Because the more they walked it seemed like the more fog began to appear, until the
fog was so thick you couldn't see but a few feet away. After Draco snapped out of his half-trance state
he looked around in a panic for Harry. Draco whipped his head around. Fog.... everywhere. Nothing but fog to
all his sides.
"POTTER! WHERE ARE YOU POTTER!" Draco spun around looking for anything that might be Harry. Nothing. He
couldn't find anything. Oh shit, what if he's lost or we're seperated? What if a werewolf got him? Or he
fell into a sandpit?
Draco felt something creeping up behind him. He stood perfectly still in hopes that the.... thing .....
wouldn't see him in the thick fog. He felt a chill go up his spine, a crunch of leaves behind him, and then.....
He was falling to the ground, again. Only this time something was spinning him around and falling on top
of him. "What the...?" was all that could be said before his ability to speak was lost. He tried to call out
but there was something covering his mouth. He brought his arms up to the thing on top of him. He ran his hands
over the thing that was attached to his mouth... Something clicked in Draco that made him almost faint... skin.....
hair.... soft ..... OH MY GOD! It was.....
It pulled away. Draco slowly opened his eyes to see in front of him, well more like on top of him...
the object of his ummm.... issues.... Harry Potter. It took a minute for Draco to fully register it in his mind.
Harry. Potter. The boy who lived. The Gryffindor seeker. The Golden Boy. Light. Draco's opposite. Everything
Harry was, Draco wasn't.
"You feeling ok?" Harry's voice caught Draco's attention.
"Wha?" Draco snapped out of it and looked around. He was standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods.
But Draco wasn't on the ground and Harry was a good 10 feet away. "I was imagining it." Draco muttered to
himself.
"I'll say. You just stopped right there and got this totally blank look on your face. What's going on?"
Draco smirked at Harry. Harry was standing next to a moss covered rock. Leaning against it like he was so
important. Well, he was. Harry looked at Draco. He could feel him face getting red so he turned away. Draco
took advantage of the moment and admired Harry. The moonlight made his hair shine, his skin glow, and his green
eyes reflected all the light like a star. Yes, Draco would be the last one to publicly admit that he thought Harry
was beautiful. But his diary and heart would say different. He wanted Harry more than anything else in the world.
And everyone knew what a Malfoy wanted, a Malfoy got....
Harry felt pretty stupid standing there. He knew Draco was staring at him. Why did it make him so uncomfortable?
He could handle every girl in Hogwarts staring at him, and his scar, but it made him nervous whenever Draco felt
the need to stare. He quickly glanced at Draco. The light from the moon made Draco appear like an dream. The light
made Draco's hair glow and made like a little halo around his head. His skin was white as alabaster and his eyes.....
God, Harry loved those eyes. They were a silver color, when the light hit them just right it was as if you could see
the entire night sky in them.
Both, feeling the need to end the silence before the other started getting suspicious, began coughing nervously. Draco
cautiously eyed Harry, and Harry the same.
"Ah, I think we need to get going Malfoy." And with that Harry turned around and began to walk off. Draco sighed. He was getting
so damn tired of this. Maybe it was time to try a new approach.......
Authors note: Sorry about the long writers block. I COMPLETELY forgot about this story in the chaos of school. A review reminded me
of the unfinished story I was writting. I'll try to keep up more folks, sorry.
Warning: Slash, mild swearing, violence... and a fluffy scene. :)
Ch. 3- Snap out of it!
* { Foggy Nights and Misty Mornings } *
Harry didn't know how long exactly he and Malfoy had been wandering in the woods. By the postion
of the moon, he'd say it was a little past midnight. God, almost 4 hours had passed. It didn't seem
like that long, but then it did. It had taken all of Harry's restraint to keep his hands off of Malfoy.
And this kind of scared Harry because there had never been anyone in his last 3 years at Hogwarts that
he had felt that strongly about, in ANY way. Malfoy had a charm.... he guessed you would call it charm,
about him that made Harry lose all his control. He guessed that's why they had been fighting all these
years. 'Well, I guess we might as well end it here.'
Meanwhile, while Harry was having his own little thoughts, Draco wasn't exactly too aware of their
surroundings either. Because the more they walked it seemed like the more fog began to appear, until the
fog was so thick you couldn't see but a few feet away. After Draco snapped out of his half-trance state
he looked around in a panic for Harry. Draco whipped his head around. Fog.... everywhere. Nothing but fog to
all his sides.
"POTTER! WHERE ARE YOU POTTER!" Draco spun around looking for anything that might be Harry. Nothing. He
couldn't find anything. Oh shit, what if he's lost or we're seperated? What if a werewolf got him? Or he
fell into a sandpit?
Draco felt something creeping up behind him. He stood perfectly still in hopes that the.... thing .....
wouldn't see him in the thick fog. He felt a chill go up his spine, a crunch of leaves behind him, and then.....
He was falling to the ground, again. Only this time something was spinning him around and falling on top
of him. "What the...?" was all that could be said before his ability to speak was lost. He tried to call out
but there was something covering his mouth. He brought his arms up to the thing on top of him. He ran his hands
over the thing that was attached to his mouth... Something clicked in Draco that made him almost faint... skin.....
hair.... soft ..... OH MY GOD! It was.....
It pulled away. Draco slowly opened his eyes to see in front of him, well more like on top of him...
the object of his ummm.... issues.... Harry Potter. It took a minute for Draco to fully register it in his mind.
Harry. Potter. The boy who lived. The Gryffindor seeker. The Golden Boy. Light. Draco's opposite. Everything
Harry was, Draco wasn't.
"You feeling ok?" Harry's voice caught Draco's attention.
"Wha?" Draco snapped out of it and looked around. He was standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods.
But Draco wasn't on the ground and Harry was a good 10 feet away. "I was imagining it." Draco muttered to
himself.
"I'll say. You just stopped right there and got this totally blank look on your face. What's going on?"
Draco smirked at Harry. Harry was standing next to a moss covered rock. Leaning against it like he was so
important. Well, he was. Harry looked at Draco. He could feel him face getting red so he turned away. Draco
took advantage of the moment and admired Harry. The moonlight made his hair shine, his skin glow, and his green
eyes reflected all the light like a star. Yes, Draco would be the last one to publicly admit that he thought Harry
was beautiful. But his diary and heart would say different. He wanted Harry more than anything else in the world.
And everyone knew what a Malfoy wanted, a Malfoy got....
Harry felt pretty stupid standing there. He knew Draco was staring at him. Why did it make him so uncomfortable?
He could handle every girl in Hogwarts staring at him, and his scar, but it made him nervous whenever Draco felt
the need to stare. He quickly glanced at Draco. The light from the moon made Draco appear like an dream. The light
made Draco's hair glow and made like a little halo around his head. His skin was white as alabaster and his eyes.....
God, Harry loved those eyes. They were a silver color, when the light hit them just right it was as if you could see
the entire night sky in them.
Both, feeling the need to end the silence before the other started getting suspicious, began coughing nervously. Draco
cautiously eyed Harry, and Harry the same.
"Ah, I think we need to get going Malfoy." And with that Harry turned around and began to walk off. Draco sighed. He was getting
so damn tired of this. Maybe it was time to try a new approach.......
Authors note: Sorry about the long writers block. I COMPLETELY forgot about this story in the chaos of school. A review reminded me
of the unfinished story I was writting. I'll try to keep up more folks, sorry.