Chapter 13: The Leaving Ceremony
A/N: In a lot of the reviews, I've been asked 'What did Draco buy in Hogsmeade?' I have one thing to say. I'll all be explained in this chapter...
"Excuse me! May I direct your attention up here, please?" Dumbledore requested, standing up and tapping his goblet with his fork. Everyone reluctantly quieted down and turned to the revered professor.
"It is my great remorse that this year has ended so soon," Dumbledore announced somberly. "But it, like all good things, must come to an end sometime. I'd like to leave you all with a few words of wisdom: Muggliness; galumph; snigger, jit (A/N: lol, Chelsey!), tuberculosis (A/N: Tuberculosis, Christina!)! I wish you all a happy summer! We shall award the points, House Cup, and Quidditch Cup after the feast. I'm rather hungry now."
Everyone laughed before digging into the food that had appeared on the plates in front of them. Draco tried to keep his hands steady as he scooped food on to his plate. He stole a glance at Hermione. She saw him and grinned in encouragement before turning back to talk to Ron. Draco's nerves were near to the breaking point because of what he was going to do very soon.
"You okay, Draco?" Harry asked quietly, looking at him with the special glance he reserved for only the blonde. Draco smiled weakly.
"Yup," he replied. "Really! I am!" he added quickly as Harry opened his mouth to contradict. Harry grinned and pressed a kiss to Draco's clenched fingers.
"Okay."
The two turned back to their meals and soon became immersed in an argument about Quidditch teams with Dean and Seamus. Only Draco and Hermione knew how anxious Draco felt, contrary to his facial expression. An hour or so later, the meal's crumbs dissolved from the gleaming plates before the desserts appeared. It seemed the house elves had really outdone themselves this time. There were 'ooh's and 'aah's from all over the Hall. There was at least a hundred different kinds of ice cream, plus ice cream cake, checkerboard vanilla and chocolate cake (A/N: That's very possible! My little cousins Jacqueline and Matty had their birthday recently and that's the kind of cake they had. It was very funkydelic. My new word.), dozens of different pies, cookies, cupcakes, brownies, sundaes, tarts, fruits, trifle, Jell-O, puddings, éclairs, doughnuts, and other delicious delectables. Every Gryffindors' eyes sparkled as they scrabbled to snatch a few desserts (or about two dozen, in Ron's and Seamus's case). Harry reached for a slice of pie, but Draco, who couldn't hold it in anymore, caught his hand. Harry looked at his boyfriend questioningly, and forgot all about dessert as he saw the urgency in the blonde's eyes.
"Drac...?" Harry asked worriedly. Draco swung a leg over the bench so he was straddling it, making it easier to talk. After a moment, Harry followed suit.
"Harry, you know you mean the world to me," Draco began, his voice shaking slightly. "I love you more than anything; I would do anything for you; I would die for you, if needed. I trust you with my life and I hope you feel the same way."
Harry nodded fervently, although an uncertain look lingered on his face.
"Harry, love, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't imagine being with anyone else," Draco continued, his grey eyes boring into Harry's emerald ones. "I love you more than my own life. And I want to live my life with you. No one else."
"Drac, what are you saying?" Harry asked, his eyes widening.
"Harry, I can't live my life without you," Draco persisted. Harry, too, brought both legs over the bench to face his boyfriend and the wall behind him. "I need you to live."
"Drac..."
"Let me finish, please," the blonde Gryffindor pleaded. Harry looked pained, but obediently shut his mouth. Draco took a deep breath before sliding off the bench onto one knee as he pulled out of his pocket a small, black velvet box. Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and his mouth dropped open. Students that had been demurely watching the scene suddenly gave their full attention, while nudging their friends, who in turn alerted their friends. Soon, the entire hall had shushed itself into silence, including the teachers. Some students even had the gall to stand up and on the bench to see better.
Ohhhh-kay, this is a little unnerving, Draco thought to himself nervously. Yet he continued, for fear if he didn't, he never would.
"Harry James Potter, I want to spend my life with you," Draco announced calmly, tone belying his actual emotions, his statement echoing through the silent, expectant hall. He glanced down and flipped open the box to reveal a silver ring with a tiny diamond set on either side of the 'D & H' in a crushed sapphire dust. Harry gasped in shock as his eyes traveled from Draco's face to the ring back to the face.
"Will you marry me?" Draco asked, staring earnestly into Harry's face.
A/N: Ahhhh, crappy, crap, crapper, crappy, crap, crap. Short chappie. But... Yay! Only one more chapter to go! If you semi-like this (which I don't think is possible because I think this fic sucks, but whatever), go to this site:
http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/heartofslytherin1.html
This person's story is amazing. So good. Two thumbs up. Okay, gotta go! Don't forget to review or email me! I love emails, considering I hardly get any from my friends. Bye!
Review!
A/N: In a lot of the reviews, I've been asked 'What did Draco buy in Hogsmeade?' I have one thing to say. I'll all be explained in this chapter...
"Excuse me! May I direct your attention up here, please?" Dumbledore requested, standing up and tapping his goblet with his fork. Everyone reluctantly quieted down and turned to the revered professor.
"It is my great remorse that this year has ended so soon," Dumbledore announced somberly. "But it, like all good things, must come to an end sometime. I'd like to leave you all with a few words of wisdom: Muggliness; galumph; snigger, jit (A/N: lol, Chelsey!), tuberculosis (A/N: Tuberculosis, Christina!)! I wish you all a happy summer! We shall award the points, House Cup, and Quidditch Cup after the feast. I'm rather hungry now."
Everyone laughed before digging into the food that had appeared on the plates in front of them. Draco tried to keep his hands steady as he scooped food on to his plate. He stole a glance at Hermione. She saw him and grinned in encouragement before turning back to talk to Ron. Draco's nerves were near to the breaking point because of what he was going to do very soon.
"You okay, Draco?" Harry asked quietly, looking at him with the special glance he reserved for only the blonde. Draco smiled weakly.
"Yup," he replied. "Really! I am!" he added quickly as Harry opened his mouth to contradict. Harry grinned and pressed a kiss to Draco's clenched fingers.
"Okay."
The two turned back to their meals and soon became immersed in an argument about Quidditch teams with Dean and Seamus. Only Draco and Hermione knew how anxious Draco felt, contrary to his facial expression. An hour or so later, the meal's crumbs dissolved from the gleaming plates before the desserts appeared. It seemed the house elves had really outdone themselves this time. There were 'ooh's and 'aah's from all over the Hall. There was at least a hundred different kinds of ice cream, plus ice cream cake, checkerboard vanilla and chocolate cake (A/N: That's very possible! My little cousins Jacqueline and Matty had their birthday recently and that's the kind of cake they had. It was very funkydelic. My new word.), dozens of different pies, cookies, cupcakes, brownies, sundaes, tarts, fruits, trifle, Jell-O, puddings, éclairs, doughnuts, and other delicious delectables. Every Gryffindors' eyes sparkled as they scrabbled to snatch a few desserts (or about two dozen, in Ron's and Seamus's case). Harry reached for a slice of pie, but Draco, who couldn't hold it in anymore, caught his hand. Harry looked at his boyfriend questioningly, and forgot all about dessert as he saw the urgency in the blonde's eyes.
"Drac...?" Harry asked worriedly. Draco swung a leg over the bench so he was straddling it, making it easier to talk. After a moment, Harry followed suit.
"Harry, you know you mean the world to me," Draco began, his voice shaking slightly. "I love you more than anything; I would do anything for you; I would die for you, if needed. I trust you with my life and I hope you feel the same way."
Harry nodded fervently, although an uncertain look lingered on his face.
"Harry, love, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't imagine being with anyone else," Draco continued, his grey eyes boring into Harry's emerald ones. "I love you more than my own life. And I want to live my life with you. No one else."
"Drac, what are you saying?" Harry asked, his eyes widening.
"Harry, I can't live my life without you," Draco persisted. Harry, too, brought both legs over the bench to face his boyfriend and the wall behind him. "I need you to live."
"Drac..."
"Let me finish, please," the blonde Gryffindor pleaded. Harry looked pained, but obediently shut his mouth. Draco took a deep breath before sliding off the bench onto one knee as he pulled out of his pocket a small, black velvet box. Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and his mouth dropped open. Students that had been demurely watching the scene suddenly gave their full attention, while nudging their friends, who in turn alerted their friends. Soon, the entire hall had shushed itself into silence, including the teachers. Some students even had the gall to stand up and on the bench to see better.
Ohhhh-kay, this is a little unnerving, Draco thought to himself nervously. Yet he continued, for fear if he didn't, he never would.
"Harry James Potter, I want to spend my life with you," Draco announced calmly, tone belying his actual emotions, his statement echoing through the silent, expectant hall. He glanced down and flipped open the box to reveal a silver ring with a tiny diamond set on either side of the 'D & H' in a crushed sapphire dust. Harry gasped in shock as his eyes traveled from Draco's face to the ring back to the face.
"Will you marry me?" Draco asked, staring earnestly into Harry's face.
A/N: Ahhhh, crappy, crap, crapper, crappy, crap, crap. Short chappie. But... Yay! Only one more chapter to go! If you semi-like this (which I don't think is possible because I think this fic sucks, but whatever), go to this site:
http://www.sabershadowkat.com/harrypotter/heartofslytherin1.html
This person's story is amazing. So good. Two thumbs up. Okay, gotta go! Don't forget to review or email me! I love emails, considering I hardly get any from my friends. Bye!
Review!