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Disclaimer: I don't own most of this, yada yada yada JK Rowling owns HP and others. yada yada yada
Chapter Two - The Beginning
I sat in my usual chair, waiting for him to come. I was so afraid that he wouldn't come, and that he would use this to poke fun at me. For some reason though, I also had a feeling he would come.
"Hi."
"Hi. You came"
"Yes."
"Does that mean.?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"How long?"
"Since last year. The same time you started liking me. The moment our hands touched, I knew. But I was afraid that we would have no chance, you being friends with Potter and all."
Tears filled my eyes as I realized that he really did like me. That I would get to know him, and the feel of his lips on mine, and his touch. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't wait to tell Hermione. "Let's go for a walk," I said.
"Alright." He took my hand. "Lead the way."
I stood up, and began to walk to the secret place where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I hang out. I knew that they wouldn't be there. Hermione was keeping them busy for me.
When we arrived, I said to Draco, "close your eyes and imagine a door in front of you, then imagine yourself opening it, and walk through."
We both closed our eyes, and within seconds we were in the room. "How did you find out about this?"
"I don't know. Hermione told us about it one day. It has been great for studying, and a great place to get away from." I was interrupted by Draco's lips meeting mine. When they did meet, I could almost feel lightning sparking between the two of us. It was amazing.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" He smiled at me.
"Probably as long as I've wanted you to." I smiled back at him, feeling the need to pinch myself. "Is this real? Or is this just a dream?"
"I'm not sure, myself? Shall we see?" He grinned mischievously at me, putting his hand behind my neck, bringing me closer to his lips, kissing me. I could barely believe that I was here with Draco, and that he was kissing me.
He stopped suddenly, his hands on my face, looking at me. "What is it, Draco?"
He sighed. "I love it when you call me Draco, instead of Malfoy. When you called me Draco on the train for the first time, my heart nearly stopped." He smiled, looking deep into my eyes. "You are so beautiful. Please forgive me for all the things I said to you over the past 5 years. I was blind. I didn't realize how wonderful you were then. I feel like I've been reborn - a new Draco. To think that someone as kind and gentle as you could fall for me; a mean, snobbish, sour, prick. I never thought that I would be so lucky." He kissed me again.
I pulled away, looking into his eyes. "Draco?"
"Yes?"
"What about our parents?"
"I. I hadn't thought of that."
"You know that my mother would never let me date you."
"I know. Nor would my father. Our families have been feuding for as long as I can remember." He sighed.
"We don't have to tell them, you know. We could keep it a secret. They would never have to know."
"You're right. Now that I've found you, I don't want our parents to come between us."
"How are we going to tell everyone else? Harry and Ron are going to flip out."
"I fear they will. I think most of Slytherin house will as well. They won't take kindly to a Slytherin dating a Gryffindor."
"Let's keep it secret. At least for a while. Until we are ready to tell them."
"Ok, if you are sure."
"I am. I don't want to tell them, not yet. I am so afraid of their reaction."
"Don't fear that, my dear. As long as we're together it will work out." He kissed my forehead, then my lips.
We sat together for a while, kissing each other, and holding each other close. I didn't want to leave his side. It was amazing. When I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. I knew that I was falling in love with him.
Draco looked at his watch. "Oh, man! I have to be getting to Quidditch practice. Meet me after dinner, in this same place." He looked at me. "Oh, how I will miss you until then."
I touched his face, and then kissed him good-bye, watching him as he walked through the secret entrance. I felt as if nothing could bring me down.
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I stumbled to the showers, feeling very worn out. I had taken quite a beating at practice today. I guess it was my own fault, having my mind somewhere else. I smiled. Thinking of her made me feel different, almost giddy. I couldn't wait to see her after dinner tonight.
"Malfoy, what's wrong with you? Why are you smiling?" Goyle asked me.
"Nothing, just thinking about how we are going to kick Gryffindor's butt next week."
"Oh. Well, Crabbe and I are going to go pick on some first year Ravenclaw's. Care to join us?"
"No, thanks. I have to shower, and I am quite sore." For some strange reason, I didn't feel like being my usual self, picking on others. I wasn't about to tell Goyle that, though. I would think I've turned into a whimp or something.
"Ok, Malfoy, your loss." He walked away. I let out a sigh of relief, surprising myself.
What's gotten into you, Draco. Normally you would jump at the chance to pick on some weak first years. Man, you're a weakling. No, you're not. That's your father talking. You are perfectly fine. There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a bully. In fact, I hate being a bully. I'm tired of this stupid act. Maybe now, with Joana, I can let the real me show. I know it's going to be hard, but maybe I'll be accepted. And if not, at least I'll have Joana.
I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I got in the shower, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if she was here with me. Man, that would be great. To see her beautiful body, naked and wonderful, right here in front of me would be a dream come true. I spent the entirety of my shower thinking of her, having to turn the water cold as it drew near to the end, making my obvious hard-on go down. I couldn't go to dinner with him standing up happy, for the school to see.
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I burst into the room I shared with Hermione, hoping that she was there. She was.
"OH MY GOSH, HERMIONE!" I panted.
"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" She asked, slightly concerned.
"Ok? No, everything is not ok!!" Hermione looked worried. "EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL, PERFECT, AMAZING!" I sighed and collapsed on her bed.
"He was there?"
"Yes! It was amazing! He likes me, and has liked me ever since I started liking him! He was afraid to say anything, because of you, Ron, and Harry. And also because of our parents."
"What about your parents?"
"Well, our families have been rivals for centuries. Both of us are purebloods, but his family is evil, and ours is good. One day, when we were about eight, our parents found out that we had been secret friends. His father and my father dueled. His father won, leaving my father dead. Ever since that day, we weren't allowed to see each other. I stopped thinking about him until I came to Hogwarts. But then I saw who he had become, not the same sweet boy I had known when we were young. He was mean, sly, evil, uncaring, exactly like his father. I hated him then. But last year, I noticed a chance in him, though however small. He stopped glaring at me, and even stopped calling me "Mudblood Lover". Then I asked him for help on a potions essay, and he helped, being ever so friendly. When our hands touched to pick up the quill I had dropped, we looked at each other, and then looked away. At that moment I knew. I knew that he was the same Draco I had known as a child. I knew that it was an act. At that moment I knew that I loved him. Or at least liked him. Oh, Hermione, what am I to do! How can I date him, with our families forbidding us to see each other? How can I not, knowing how he cares. What am I to do?" I stopped, feeling tears begin to form in my eyes.
"Sounds like you care for him a great deal. Hun, you need to follow your heart. Listen to it carefully. Only it can tell you what to do in matters of love. If this is meant to be, it will work out. Talk to him about your fears. Maybe even write to your mother."
"No, she would pull me out of Hogwarts faster than you can say Gryffindor. I don't want word of this getting to her, at least not yet. She would not take well to the idea. Promise me you won't say anything to anyone, not even Ron or Harry?"
"I promise, but you'll have to tell them sooner or later. Especially Harry. He likes you a lot."
I sighed. "I know he does. That's why I fear telling him. I don't want to hurt him, but I can't help how I feel." Just then I looked up, and saw Harry standing in the door, face red, and his eyes watering.
Disclaimer: I don't own most of this, yada yada yada JK Rowling owns HP and others. yada yada yada
Chapter Two - The Beginning
I sat in my usual chair, waiting for him to come. I was so afraid that he wouldn't come, and that he would use this to poke fun at me. For some reason though, I also had a feeling he would come.
"Hi."
"Hi. You came"
"Yes."
"Does that mean.?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"How long?"
"Since last year. The same time you started liking me. The moment our hands touched, I knew. But I was afraid that we would have no chance, you being friends with Potter and all."
Tears filled my eyes as I realized that he really did like me. That I would get to know him, and the feel of his lips on mine, and his touch. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't wait to tell Hermione. "Let's go for a walk," I said.
"Alright." He took my hand. "Lead the way."
I stood up, and began to walk to the secret place where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I hang out. I knew that they wouldn't be there. Hermione was keeping them busy for me.
When we arrived, I said to Draco, "close your eyes and imagine a door in front of you, then imagine yourself opening it, and walk through."
We both closed our eyes, and within seconds we were in the room. "How did you find out about this?"
"I don't know. Hermione told us about it one day. It has been great for studying, and a great place to get away from." I was interrupted by Draco's lips meeting mine. When they did meet, I could almost feel lightning sparking between the two of us. It was amazing.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" He smiled at me.
"Probably as long as I've wanted you to." I smiled back at him, feeling the need to pinch myself. "Is this real? Or is this just a dream?"
"I'm not sure, myself? Shall we see?" He grinned mischievously at me, putting his hand behind my neck, bringing me closer to his lips, kissing me. I could barely believe that I was here with Draco, and that he was kissing me.
He stopped suddenly, his hands on my face, looking at me. "What is it, Draco?"
He sighed. "I love it when you call me Draco, instead of Malfoy. When you called me Draco on the train for the first time, my heart nearly stopped." He smiled, looking deep into my eyes. "You are so beautiful. Please forgive me for all the things I said to you over the past 5 years. I was blind. I didn't realize how wonderful you were then. I feel like I've been reborn - a new Draco. To think that someone as kind and gentle as you could fall for me; a mean, snobbish, sour, prick. I never thought that I would be so lucky." He kissed me again.
I pulled away, looking into his eyes. "Draco?"
"Yes?"
"What about our parents?"
"I. I hadn't thought of that."
"You know that my mother would never let me date you."
"I know. Nor would my father. Our families have been feuding for as long as I can remember." He sighed.
"We don't have to tell them, you know. We could keep it a secret. They would never have to know."
"You're right. Now that I've found you, I don't want our parents to come between us."
"How are we going to tell everyone else? Harry and Ron are going to flip out."
"I fear they will. I think most of Slytherin house will as well. They won't take kindly to a Slytherin dating a Gryffindor."
"Let's keep it secret. At least for a while. Until we are ready to tell them."
"Ok, if you are sure."
"I am. I don't want to tell them, not yet. I am so afraid of their reaction."
"Don't fear that, my dear. As long as we're together it will work out." He kissed my forehead, then my lips.
We sat together for a while, kissing each other, and holding each other close. I didn't want to leave his side. It was amazing. When I looked into his eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. I knew that I was falling in love with him.
Draco looked at his watch. "Oh, man! I have to be getting to Quidditch practice. Meet me after dinner, in this same place." He looked at me. "Oh, how I will miss you until then."
I touched his face, and then kissed him good-bye, watching him as he walked through the secret entrance. I felt as if nothing could bring me down.
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I stumbled to the showers, feeling very worn out. I had taken quite a beating at practice today. I guess it was my own fault, having my mind somewhere else. I smiled. Thinking of her made me feel different, almost giddy. I couldn't wait to see her after dinner tonight.
"Malfoy, what's wrong with you? Why are you smiling?" Goyle asked me.
"Nothing, just thinking about how we are going to kick Gryffindor's butt next week."
"Oh. Well, Crabbe and I are going to go pick on some first year Ravenclaw's. Care to join us?"
"No, thanks. I have to shower, and I am quite sore." For some strange reason, I didn't feel like being my usual self, picking on others. I wasn't about to tell Goyle that, though. I would think I've turned into a whimp or something.
"Ok, Malfoy, your loss." He walked away. I let out a sigh of relief, surprising myself.
What's gotten into you, Draco. Normally you would jump at the chance to pick on some weak first years. Man, you're a weakling. No, you're not. That's your father talking. You are perfectly fine. There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a bully. In fact, I hate being a bully. I'm tired of this stupid act. Maybe now, with Joana, I can let the real me show. I know it's going to be hard, but maybe I'll be accepted. And if not, at least I'll have Joana.
I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I got in the shower, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if she was here with me. Man, that would be great. To see her beautiful body, naked and wonderful, right here in front of me would be a dream come true. I spent the entirety of my shower thinking of her, having to turn the water cold as it drew near to the end, making my obvious hard-on go down. I couldn't go to dinner with him standing up happy, for the school to see.
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I burst into the room I shared with Hermione, hoping that she was there. She was.
"OH MY GOSH, HERMIONE!" I panted.
"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" She asked, slightly concerned.
"Ok? No, everything is not ok!!" Hermione looked worried. "EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL, PERFECT, AMAZING!" I sighed and collapsed on her bed.
"He was there?"
"Yes! It was amazing! He likes me, and has liked me ever since I started liking him! He was afraid to say anything, because of you, Ron, and Harry. And also because of our parents."
"What about your parents?"
"Well, our families have been rivals for centuries. Both of us are purebloods, but his family is evil, and ours is good. One day, when we were about eight, our parents found out that we had been secret friends. His father and my father dueled. His father won, leaving my father dead. Ever since that day, we weren't allowed to see each other. I stopped thinking about him until I came to Hogwarts. But then I saw who he had become, not the same sweet boy I had known when we were young. He was mean, sly, evil, uncaring, exactly like his father. I hated him then. But last year, I noticed a chance in him, though however small. He stopped glaring at me, and even stopped calling me "Mudblood Lover". Then I asked him for help on a potions essay, and he helped, being ever so friendly. When our hands touched to pick up the quill I had dropped, we looked at each other, and then looked away. At that moment I knew. I knew that he was the same Draco I had known as a child. I knew that it was an act. At that moment I knew that I loved him. Or at least liked him. Oh, Hermione, what am I to do! How can I date him, with our families forbidding us to see each other? How can I not, knowing how he cares. What am I to do?" I stopped, feeling tears begin to form in my eyes.
"Sounds like you care for him a great deal. Hun, you need to follow your heart. Listen to it carefully. Only it can tell you what to do in matters of love. If this is meant to be, it will work out. Talk to him about your fears. Maybe even write to your mother."
"No, she would pull me out of Hogwarts faster than you can say Gryffindor. I don't want word of this getting to her, at least not yet. She would not take well to the idea. Promise me you won't say anything to anyone, not even Ron or Harry?"
"I promise, but you'll have to tell them sooner or later. Especially Harry. He likes you a lot."
I sighed. "I know he does. That's why I fear telling him. I don't want to hurt him, but I can't help how I feel." Just then I looked up, and saw Harry standing in the door, face red, and his eyes watering.