Chapter Two.
Almost there.
Nearly a month had passed and Hogwarts was getting the first snow of the
year. Christmas was just around the corner, and the immense school was
decked from top to bottom in decorations. The Dining Hall had been
bewitched to make it seem like snow was falling from the ceiling. Harry
Potter loved this time of year. In a few weeks, Draco Malfoy, and the
other haughty Slytherins would be going home for Christmas vacation, while
Ron and the other Weasleys would be staying. Harry always enjoyed
Christmas vacation because he didn't have to return to the Dursley's.
One night, at dinner, the students who would be staying were asked to me in the Great Hall at 11pm. Harry arrived on time, along with Ron, Neville, and Hermione. Fred and George arrived next, followed by Percy and Ginny. They were the only Gryffindors that were staying. There weren't many Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw staying either, and very few Slytherin. Harry looked around the room to see who was staying.
The same crowd that stays every year.
Except with one addition. Draco Malfoy. Draco's father had sent him an owl saying:
Dear Draco, Your mother and I will not be able to accomodate your return this Christmas, as we are taking an enchanted cruise. We're sorry you can't join us, but we look forward to seeing you at the end of the term. ~Lucius Malfoy
Draco was furious when he recieved the letter at breakfeast one day. He had been so mad, that he threw his glass of orange juice at the Ravenclaw table. Slytherin lost 15 points for that, and they were not happy with Draco for that.
Harry Potter was surprised to see Draco, and a little happy inside too. Not that he would show it, of course. Hermione nudged Harry. "Look at Mr. Pureblood, left all alone at Hogwarts for Christmas.", and she walked off to talk to Percy about a new charm she had learned. Harry walked up to Professor Dumbledore.
"Sir, why is Malfoy staying here?" He asked.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore began, "I can't understand why you want to know so bad."
"I was just curious."
Prof. Dumbledore looked almost disappointed, but he had announcements to make. "Gather round students!" He said. "This year we'll be doing Christmas a bit differently. Since there are so few of you staying this year, we will all be staying in the Gryffindor Tower only."
Harry heard the other houses groan. Malfoy groaned the loudest.
"I don't want to hear any complaints. Now everyone please, follow Percy and he'll show you to your rooms."
The students followed Percy to the Gryffindor Tower. They waited while Percy talked to the Fat Lady.
"We'll need to change the password while the other houses are staying here." He told her.
"Well, alright." she said. "The new password will be Enchantialis. Don't forget it or you will be locked out."
The students walked into the common room. Some walked away, off to the library, some off to the Dining Hall to play Christmas games set up by Madame Pomfrey. The only students remaining in the Gryffindor common room were Ron, Hermione, Harry and Draco. They sat in silence til Malfoy spoke.
"This is an ugly room." He said. "Who ever designed it had the taste of an old shoe."
"Well, I think it's rather nice." Hermione shot back quickly.
"You would, you're a Gryffindor, aren't you?" said Malfoy.
"What's that supposed to mean?" snapped Ron.
"I was only saying that-" Malfoy sighed. "Nevermind."
I wonder what's eating him. Normally he would have argued with Ron and Hermione.
Harry was a little worried. Ron and Hermione were irritated and wanted to get as far away from Malfoy as possible.
"Hey Harry, let's go join in the games." Hermione suggested.
Harry shook his head. "I think I'll just stay here for a little."
Hermione and Ron left for the dining hall, leaving Harry alone with Draco. Harry went to his bedroom and got one of his books and brought it back to the common room. He sat on a plush red couch. Half reading, and half staring at Draco, who was sulking near the window. He took his attention off of Malfoy, and began to read. Twenty minutes went by, neither of the boys saying a word. Malfoy sighed. Harry looked up from his book.
"Something wrong?" Harry asked.
"None of your buisness Potter." Malfoy snapped.
Fine, if he doesn't want to talk, neither do I.
"I don't suppose you'd understand anyway."
"Try me." Harry challenged.
Malfoy stood up and walked over to where Harry was seated on the red couch. Harry saw the room grow dim. The light seemed to direct himself towards Draco. The way the light hit his face was brilliant. It made him look so evil, so Slytherin. Still walking towards Harry, Draco picked up a tiny present off the table. He tossed it to Harry, who caught it with two hands.
"Is this for-"
"Of course it's for you Potter, now open it."
Harry opened the box with the green ribbon and gasped. It was a pin. A tiny silver pin shaped like the Gryffindor lion. They sold them in Diagon Alley, for a great deal of money.
"Thank you Malfoy, it's lovely. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything." Harry said, still in shock over what just happened.
"I know Potter, but there's one thing I'd really like." said Malfoy.
"Anything."
"Call me Draco."
"Okay," Harry said, "Draco."
What was going on? Were Harry and Draco having some sort of moment? Harry looked Draco up and down one more before staring into Malfoy's gray eyes.
What brilliant eyes. I could stare at them all day.
Draco noticed that Harry was looking at him and stared back. He looked at Harry, lounging on the red couch. He noticed Harry's maroon plaid shirt that he always wore. He noticed the top buttons were undone, and could not take his eyes off Harry's chest.
Could I possibly... No. Ugh, why is Potter gawking at me like that, this is too strange. I wonder if he likes me or something. I wonder if he knows that I admire him so much.
"Harry, I want you to know something." Malfoy said.
Harry gasped. "Y-you called me Harry."
Malfoy nearly choked on the chocolate turtle he was eating. "Yeah so what?" he said, mouth full of candy. "I want you to know that I-i-i-"
All of the sudden, the door to the Gryffindor common room was flung open by Ron and the rest of the Weasleys who were carrying Hermione in the air.
"Oh you should have seen it Harry! Hermione won the wizards duel and won a week's supply of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans!"
Harry was happy for Hermione, but was more interested in hearing what Malfoy had to say. He turned around expecting Malfoy to still be there, but he was gone.
Damn.
Christmas Morning. Christmas morning came, and there were presents for everyone. Mostly candy, a few Remembralls, that sort of thing, but nothing came for Malfoy. He sat alone on a leather chair in the common room and watched bitterly as everyone opened their gifts. Harry saw this and walked into the bedroom, to see if he had anything he could give to Malfoy as a gift. He found nothing and was pacing around, trying to figure out the spell to conjour up gifts when Malfoy walked in to the bedroom- and closed the door.
"I know what you're doing Potter." Malfoy said cooly. "And I don't want a gift from you."
"Then why are you in here Draco?"
"I'm here because I wanted to tell you something, but then I was interrupted by those idiots out there." Malfoy said. "There's something about you Potter that I-"
Love, adore, want to have as my own..
"Hate."
Harry glared at Malfoy.
"I hate the way everyone loves you. I hate how you're everything here and because of that, I'm nothing. I'm not jealous or anything, you can have your fame, because I know the truth Potter."
"What is it then?" asked Harry.
"Luck, Potter. You have it, and that's all. Voldemort could have killed you if he wanted to, but you got lucky. You're nothing Potter."
"Eat shit Malfoy. I know that's not what you were going to say." said Harry stepping closer to Malfoy. "I know you're bluffing."
Malfoy took a step forward too. Malfoy and Harry were only inches from each other now, standing face to face. Energy was gathering behind Malfoy's eyes. He knew Harry must know. He must know that he wanted him. Harry glared into Draco's eyes. He started to breathe heavier, but it wasn't to make him calm down. It was because he was excited. The thrill of having a staredown with his enemy. With Malfoy. Malfoy was shaking lightly.
Why is he breathing like that?
"You don't know anything Potter." Malfoy said almost in a whisper. "You don't know what I want."
"Then tell me what it is you want." Harry pressed.
They were only an inch or two apart now. Eyes narrowed, glaring into each other. Malfoy found his hand slowing raising up. His fingers wrapped gently around Harry's arm.
"I'd rather show you." He said.
He leaned in to kiss Harry, but stopped himself. He stepped back and turned bright red. Harry still stood there, eyes wide open, jaw dropped. What had just almost happened?
"Draco-"
"Potter, I-"
They stood there in silence, both too full of pride to even look at each other. There was a knock at the door.
"Harry, Draco! Breakfeast." Someone called.
Draco flew past Harry and disappeared to the Dining Hall, where he sat as far away from Harry as possible.
Night came and everyone was asleep. Vacation ended tomorrow, and they'd have new classes to attend in the morning.
One night, at dinner, the students who would be staying were asked to me in the Great Hall at 11pm. Harry arrived on time, along with Ron, Neville, and Hermione. Fred and George arrived next, followed by Percy and Ginny. They were the only Gryffindors that were staying. There weren't many Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw staying either, and very few Slytherin. Harry looked around the room to see who was staying.
The same crowd that stays every year.
Except with one addition. Draco Malfoy. Draco's father had sent him an owl saying:
Dear Draco, Your mother and I will not be able to accomodate your return this Christmas, as we are taking an enchanted cruise. We're sorry you can't join us, but we look forward to seeing you at the end of the term. ~Lucius Malfoy
Draco was furious when he recieved the letter at breakfeast one day. He had been so mad, that he threw his glass of orange juice at the Ravenclaw table. Slytherin lost 15 points for that, and they were not happy with Draco for that.
Harry Potter was surprised to see Draco, and a little happy inside too. Not that he would show it, of course. Hermione nudged Harry. "Look at Mr. Pureblood, left all alone at Hogwarts for Christmas.", and she walked off to talk to Percy about a new charm she had learned. Harry walked up to Professor Dumbledore.
"Sir, why is Malfoy staying here?" He asked.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore began, "I can't understand why you want to know so bad."
"I was just curious."
Prof. Dumbledore looked almost disappointed, but he had announcements to make. "Gather round students!" He said. "This year we'll be doing Christmas a bit differently. Since there are so few of you staying this year, we will all be staying in the Gryffindor Tower only."
Harry heard the other houses groan. Malfoy groaned the loudest.
"I don't want to hear any complaints. Now everyone please, follow Percy and he'll show you to your rooms."
The students followed Percy to the Gryffindor Tower. They waited while Percy talked to the Fat Lady.
"We'll need to change the password while the other houses are staying here." He told her.
"Well, alright." she said. "The new password will be Enchantialis. Don't forget it or you will be locked out."
The students walked into the common room. Some walked away, off to the library, some off to the Dining Hall to play Christmas games set up by Madame Pomfrey. The only students remaining in the Gryffindor common room were Ron, Hermione, Harry and Draco. They sat in silence til Malfoy spoke.
"This is an ugly room." He said. "Who ever designed it had the taste of an old shoe."
"Well, I think it's rather nice." Hermione shot back quickly.
"You would, you're a Gryffindor, aren't you?" said Malfoy.
"What's that supposed to mean?" snapped Ron.
"I was only saying that-" Malfoy sighed. "Nevermind."
I wonder what's eating him. Normally he would have argued with Ron and Hermione.
Harry was a little worried. Ron and Hermione were irritated and wanted to get as far away from Malfoy as possible.
"Hey Harry, let's go join in the games." Hermione suggested.
Harry shook his head. "I think I'll just stay here for a little."
Hermione and Ron left for the dining hall, leaving Harry alone with Draco. Harry went to his bedroom and got one of his books and brought it back to the common room. He sat on a plush red couch. Half reading, and half staring at Draco, who was sulking near the window. He took his attention off of Malfoy, and began to read. Twenty minutes went by, neither of the boys saying a word. Malfoy sighed. Harry looked up from his book.
"Something wrong?" Harry asked.
"None of your buisness Potter." Malfoy snapped.
Fine, if he doesn't want to talk, neither do I.
"I don't suppose you'd understand anyway."
"Try me." Harry challenged.
Malfoy stood up and walked over to where Harry was seated on the red couch. Harry saw the room grow dim. The light seemed to direct himself towards Draco. The way the light hit his face was brilliant. It made him look so evil, so Slytherin. Still walking towards Harry, Draco picked up a tiny present off the table. He tossed it to Harry, who caught it with two hands.
"Is this for-"
"Of course it's for you Potter, now open it."
Harry opened the box with the green ribbon and gasped. It was a pin. A tiny silver pin shaped like the Gryffindor lion. They sold them in Diagon Alley, for a great deal of money.
"Thank you Malfoy, it's lovely. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything." Harry said, still in shock over what just happened.
"I know Potter, but there's one thing I'd really like." said Malfoy.
"Anything."
"Call me Draco."
"Okay," Harry said, "Draco."
What was going on? Were Harry and Draco having some sort of moment? Harry looked Draco up and down one more before staring into Malfoy's gray eyes.
What brilliant eyes. I could stare at them all day.
Draco noticed that Harry was looking at him and stared back. He looked at Harry, lounging on the red couch. He noticed Harry's maroon plaid shirt that he always wore. He noticed the top buttons were undone, and could not take his eyes off Harry's chest.
Could I possibly... No. Ugh, why is Potter gawking at me like that, this is too strange. I wonder if he likes me or something. I wonder if he knows that I admire him so much.
"Harry, I want you to know something." Malfoy said.
Harry gasped. "Y-you called me Harry."
Malfoy nearly choked on the chocolate turtle he was eating. "Yeah so what?" he said, mouth full of candy. "I want you to know that I-i-i-"
All of the sudden, the door to the Gryffindor common room was flung open by Ron and the rest of the Weasleys who were carrying Hermione in the air.
"Oh you should have seen it Harry! Hermione won the wizards duel and won a week's supply of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans!"
Harry was happy for Hermione, but was more interested in hearing what Malfoy had to say. He turned around expecting Malfoy to still be there, but he was gone.
Damn.
Christmas Morning. Christmas morning came, and there were presents for everyone. Mostly candy, a few Remembralls, that sort of thing, but nothing came for Malfoy. He sat alone on a leather chair in the common room and watched bitterly as everyone opened their gifts. Harry saw this and walked into the bedroom, to see if he had anything he could give to Malfoy as a gift. He found nothing and was pacing around, trying to figure out the spell to conjour up gifts when Malfoy walked in to the bedroom- and closed the door.
"I know what you're doing Potter." Malfoy said cooly. "And I don't want a gift from you."
"Then why are you in here Draco?"
"I'm here because I wanted to tell you something, but then I was interrupted by those idiots out there." Malfoy said. "There's something about you Potter that I-"
Love, adore, want to have as my own..
"Hate."
Harry glared at Malfoy.
"I hate the way everyone loves you. I hate how you're everything here and because of that, I'm nothing. I'm not jealous or anything, you can have your fame, because I know the truth Potter."
"What is it then?" asked Harry.
"Luck, Potter. You have it, and that's all. Voldemort could have killed you if he wanted to, but you got lucky. You're nothing Potter."
"Eat shit Malfoy. I know that's not what you were going to say." said Harry stepping closer to Malfoy. "I know you're bluffing."
Malfoy took a step forward too. Malfoy and Harry were only inches from each other now, standing face to face. Energy was gathering behind Malfoy's eyes. He knew Harry must know. He must know that he wanted him. Harry glared into Draco's eyes. He started to breathe heavier, but it wasn't to make him calm down. It was because he was excited. The thrill of having a staredown with his enemy. With Malfoy. Malfoy was shaking lightly.
Why is he breathing like that?
"You don't know anything Potter." Malfoy said almost in a whisper. "You don't know what I want."
"Then tell me what it is you want." Harry pressed.
They were only an inch or two apart now. Eyes narrowed, glaring into each other. Malfoy found his hand slowing raising up. His fingers wrapped gently around Harry's arm.
"I'd rather show you." He said.
He leaned in to kiss Harry, but stopped himself. He stepped back and turned bright red. Harry still stood there, eyes wide open, jaw dropped. What had just almost happened?
"Draco-"
"Potter, I-"
They stood there in silence, both too full of pride to even look at each other. There was a knock at the door.
"Harry, Draco! Breakfeast." Someone called.
Draco flew past Harry and disappeared to the Dining Hall, where he sat as far away from Harry as possible.
Night came and everyone was asleep. Vacation ended tomorrow, and they'd have new classes to attend in the morning.