Chapter 3: A New Revelation
The next day, Harry, not being able to open his parents' journals the previous day, brought them out to his usual bench in the garden. The only problem was, someone was already sitting there.
"Oh, come on," Harry muttered. He started approaching the bench. "What are you doing here?" he asked witheringly.
"Reading," Malfoy replied, looking at Harry. "Am I allowed to? Or are you the only person that can do that?"
"Never mind," Harry retorted. Then, in an attempt to be slightly friendly, he asked, "What are you reading?"
"Frankenstein. By Mary Shelley," Malfoy said, showing him the book. "And *gasp* what do you know? She's a Muggle author. What do you have?"
"Uh, nothing," Harry responded, trying his best to hide the two journals.
"Let me guess. It's the diary you've been writing in since second year," Malfoy asked sarcastically, smirking.
"No. They're my parents' journals," Harry replied coldly. Malfoy's face lost its smugness.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he apologized.
"Yeah, they're a recording of their final days. You know, the days before your master killed them," Harry ranted.
"Hey, don't even go there. He's not, never has been, and never will be my 'master'," Malfoy told him angrily.
"Please! Your father is right in with Voldemort's inner circle," Harry yelled, getting louder every time he spoke.
"Exactly. My father, not me," Malfoy defended.
"Fine. If you're so innocent, let me see your arm," Harry insisted. Malfoy shrugged and then stuck out his right arm. Harry grabbed it and pushed the blonde's sleeve up past his forearm. Malfoy's smooth skin was bare. Harry looked at the angry Slytherin.
"I suppose it's me that should be apologizing now. Sorry for accusing you of being a Death Eater," Harry said. They sat down and, for a few minutes, they were both silent. Then Malfoy spoke up.
"Do you think I'm proud of him?" he asked in a dead whisper. "Of my father, I mean. Well, news flash, Potter, I'm not. I hate being related to him. Everyone thinking I was a Death Eater by age twelve. I hated all of that."
"I'm sorry," Harry remarked. That was all he could think of to say. Malfoy stood up abruptly.
"I'm going in. I'll see you at dinner, Harry?"
"Uh, uh, y-yeah. Yeah, see you then," Harry responded, stunned that Malfoy had used his first name. For the second day in a row, Harry was left staring at the blonde's retreating back. It was only after Malfoy had walked inside did Harry realize that the Slytherin had left his book outside.
Harry walked into the Great Hall about an hour later with Malfoy's book tucked under his arm. Waving to Dean and Seamus, he sauntered directly past the Gryffindor table and headed to the Slytherin table, where he dropped the book onto the table in front of Malfoy.
"You left your book outside this morning," Harry told him shoving it across the table to the blonde. Malfoy looked completely surprised.
"And you brought it in to give it back to me?" he asked, still dumbfounded.
"I am a Gryffindor," Harry replied, smiling. Without another word, he turned and walked back towards Dean and Seamus. They were grinning when he sat down.
"What?" Harry asked, mystified.
"You going to try and snag Malfoy?" Dean asked finally.
"What?!" Harry said again. "No! No, of course not!"
"He's gay, mate," Seamus told him. "I don't see why you don't take a chance."
"How do you know? That he's gay, I mean," Harry whispered, picking up his goblet and taking a drink.
"I saw him checking you out on numerous occasions," Seamus replied, grinning again. Harry spat his pumpkin juice out in shock.
"You saw him what?!" he asked, leaning across the table.
"Checking you out," Seamus repeated. "Oh, come on, Harry, you can't possibly think that no guy has ever checked you out. You're hot."
Harry looked at him strangely. So did Dean.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to dump you for Harry," Seamus reassured him, grinning. Then he turned his attention back to Harry. "But, I'm just saying, I think he likes you. Keep your options open, Harry."
"Do you really think he.likes me?" Harry asked quietly.
"Uh, yeah!" Dean and Seamus responded together. Harry stood up abruptly. "Where are you going?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"I've got to go," Harry replied.
"Wait! Ha-Harry!" Seamus yelled as Harry hurried from the hall.
"Forget him. Look at Malfoy!" Dean urged. Seamus fixed his gaze on the blonde Slytherin. Malfoy was watching Harry leave the Hall. A few minutes later, Malfoy shook off Pansy and departed from the Hall, as well. Dean and Seamus looked at each other and grinned.
Harry ran out of the Hall and up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. He leaned on the windowsill with closed eyes and stayed that way until he heard footsteps behind him.
"Harry?" Draco asked timidly.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, still staring out the window.
There was a long pause before Draco continued. "Do you hate me?"
"What?" Harry responded, turning around.
"Do you hate me?" Draco asked him.
"Well, no, I don't hate you," Harry replied. "I mean, I used to hate you, but that was before I got to know you."
"What do you think of me?"
"We-I, um, I." Harry struggled to try and put his feelings into words. "Um, I-I think we could, you know, probably be friends if we really tried," he finally said, disappointing himself and Draco that he couldn't reveal his true feelings. He turned back around so Draco wouldn't see his face.
"Then.that's all? Only friends?" Draco asked, disappointment showing in his voice.
Harry suddenly turned around, framed Draco's face with his hands, and kissed him fiercely. Seamus was right. Draco kissed right back. They stayed in a lip-lock until they needed to break for air. Breathing heavily, they leaned their heads forward until they touched.
"I've got to go," Harry said, finally breaking the silence.
"This wasn't just a one-time thing.was it?" Draco asked anxiously. Harry smiled sweetly.
"No way."
Harry kissed Draco one more time before leaving the room.
Harry walked into Gryffindor tower about fifteen minutes later with a new bounce in his step. Not seeing Seamus or Dean in the common room, he went up to the dorm to tell them the good news. He found them there playing a game of mini Quidditch. This involved having a special board and a wand to direct the players. When Harry entered, Dean and Seamus looked up at him with interest plastered all over their faces.
"Well?" Seamus asked.
"You know what happened, Seamus," Harry replied. Dean hooted.
"You and Malfoy got together?" he responded excitedly. "I knew it would happen!" Harry grinned.
"You guys, just do me a favor, will you?" he asked seriously. "Don't say anything about it to any of the Gryffindors. Especially Ron and Hermione. They don't even know my sexual preferences yet, let alone I'm dating our former archenemy. I don't want to spring too much news on them at once."
Dean and Seamus nodded solemnly.
"No problem, mate," Seamus promised.
"They get back in a couple of days, don't they?" Dean asked.
"Yep. Day after tomorrow
A/N: See???? See????? I told you Harry/Draco luv would be coming soon. Anyway, R/R, please!!!!!!!!
The next day, Harry, not being able to open his parents' journals the previous day, brought them out to his usual bench in the garden. The only problem was, someone was already sitting there.
"Oh, come on," Harry muttered. He started approaching the bench. "What are you doing here?" he asked witheringly.
"Reading," Malfoy replied, looking at Harry. "Am I allowed to? Or are you the only person that can do that?"
"Never mind," Harry retorted. Then, in an attempt to be slightly friendly, he asked, "What are you reading?"
"Frankenstein. By Mary Shelley," Malfoy said, showing him the book. "And *gasp* what do you know? She's a Muggle author. What do you have?"
"Uh, nothing," Harry responded, trying his best to hide the two journals.
"Let me guess. It's the diary you've been writing in since second year," Malfoy asked sarcastically, smirking.
"No. They're my parents' journals," Harry replied coldly. Malfoy's face lost its smugness.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he apologized.
"Yeah, they're a recording of their final days. You know, the days before your master killed them," Harry ranted.
"Hey, don't even go there. He's not, never has been, and never will be my 'master'," Malfoy told him angrily.
"Please! Your father is right in with Voldemort's inner circle," Harry yelled, getting louder every time he spoke.
"Exactly. My father, not me," Malfoy defended.
"Fine. If you're so innocent, let me see your arm," Harry insisted. Malfoy shrugged and then stuck out his right arm. Harry grabbed it and pushed the blonde's sleeve up past his forearm. Malfoy's smooth skin was bare. Harry looked at the angry Slytherin.
"I suppose it's me that should be apologizing now. Sorry for accusing you of being a Death Eater," Harry said. They sat down and, for a few minutes, they were both silent. Then Malfoy spoke up.
"Do you think I'm proud of him?" he asked in a dead whisper. "Of my father, I mean. Well, news flash, Potter, I'm not. I hate being related to him. Everyone thinking I was a Death Eater by age twelve. I hated all of that."
"I'm sorry," Harry remarked. That was all he could think of to say. Malfoy stood up abruptly.
"I'm going in. I'll see you at dinner, Harry?"
"Uh, uh, y-yeah. Yeah, see you then," Harry responded, stunned that Malfoy had used his first name. For the second day in a row, Harry was left staring at the blonde's retreating back. It was only after Malfoy had walked inside did Harry realize that the Slytherin had left his book outside.
Harry walked into the Great Hall about an hour later with Malfoy's book tucked under his arm. Waving to Dean and Seamus, he sauntered directly past the Gryffindor table and headed to the Slytherin table, where he dropped the book onto the table in front of Malfoy.
"You left your book outside this morning," Harry told him shoving it across the table to the blonde. Malfoy looked completely surprised.
"And you brought it in to give it back to me?" he asked, still dumbfounded.
"I am a Gryffindor," Harry replied, smiling. Without another word, he turned and walked back towards Dean and Seamus. They were grinning when he sat down.
"What?" Harry asked, mystified.
"You going to try and snag Malfoy?" Dean asked finally.
"What?!" Harry said again. "No! No, of course not!"
"He's gay, mate," Seamus told him. "I don't see why you don't take a chance."
"How do you know? That he's gay, I mean," Harry whispered, picking up his goblet and taking a drink.
"I saw him checking you out on numerous occasions," Seamus replied, grinning again. Harry spat his pumpkin juice out in shock.
"You saw him what?!" he asked, leaning across the table.
"Checking you out," Seamus repeated. "Oh, come on, Harry, you can't possibly think that no guy has ever checked you out. You're hot."
Harry looked at him strangely. So did Dean.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to dump you for Harry," Seamus reassured him, grinning. Then he turned his attention back to Harry. "But, I'm just saying, I think he likes you. Keep your options open, Harry."
"Do you really think he.likes me?" Harry asked quietly.
"Uh, yeah!" Dean and Seamus responded together. Harry stood up abruptly. "Where are you going?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"I've got to go," Harry replied.
"Wait! Ha-Harry!" Seamus yelled as Harry hurried from the hall.
"Forget him. Look at Malfoy!" Dean urged. Seamus fixed his gaze on the blonde Slytherin. Malfoy was watching Harry leave the Hall. A few minutes later, Malfoy shook off Pansy and departed from the Hall, as well. Dean and Seamus looked at each other and grinned.
Harry ran out of the Hall and up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. He leaned on the windowsill with closed eyes and stayed that way until he heard footsteps behind him.
"Harry?" Draco asked timidly.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, still staring out the window.
There was a long pause before Draco continued. "Do you hate me?"
"What?" Harry responded, turning around.
"Do you hate me?" Draco asked him.
"Well, no, I don't hate you," Harry replied. "I mean, I used to hate you, but that was before I got to know you."
"What do you think of me?"
"We-I, um, I." Harry struggled to try and put his feelings into words. "Um, I-I think we could, you know, probably be friends if we really tried," he finally said, disappointing himself and Draco that he couldn't reveal his true feelings. He turned back around so Draco wouldn't see his face.
"Then.that's all? Only friends?" Draco asked, disappointment showing in his voice.
Harry suddenly turned around, framed Draco's face with his hands, and kissed him fiercely. Seamus was right. Draco kissed right back. They stayed in a lip-lock until they needed to break for air. Breathing heavily, they leaned their heads forward until they touched.
"I've got to go," Harry said, finally breaking the silence.
"This wasn't just a one-time thing.was it?" Draco asked anxiously. Harry smiled sweetly.
"No way."
Harry kissed Draco one more time before leaving the room.
Harry walked into Gryffindor tower about fifteen minutes later with a new bounce in his step. Not seeing Seamus or Dean in the common room, he went up to the dorm to tell them the good news. He found them there playing a game of mini Quidditch. This involved having a special board and a wand to direct the players. When Harry entered, Dean and Seamus looked up at him with interest plastered all over their faces.
"Well?" Seamus asked.
"You know what happened, Seamus," Harry replied. Dean hooted.
"You and Malfoy got together?" he responded excitedly. "I knew it would happen!" Harry grinned.
"You guys, just do me a favor, will you?" he asked seriously. "Don't say anything about it to any of the Gryffindors. Especially Ron and Hermione. They don't even know my sexual preferences yet, let alone I'm dating our former archenemy. I don't want to spring too much news on them at once."
Dean and Seamus nodded solemnly.
"No problem, mate," Seamus promised.
"They get back in a couple of days, don't they?" Dean asked.
"Yep. Day after tomorrow
A/N: See???? See????? I told you Harry/Draco luv would be coming soon. Anyway, R/R, please!!!!!!!!