A/N: Guys, I really love the awesome reviews! I just can't get over the
fact that people are reading my story, and liking it! Wooo, that makes me
want to continue on. So I think I will! Sorry it took a while, I wrote the
three chapters right in a row last weekend, and now I don't have as much
time with school, but I'll try! Plus I sort of have writers block, ack. I
*heart* everyone that reviewed or even just read it, and I mean it!
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Waking up from a wonderful slumber, Harry stretched, and reached over to the bedside table to grab his glasses and his alarm clock. "Shit," he exclaimed as he noticed it was 1:30 in the afternoon. He put the clock back down, laid in the comfort of his four poster for another minute or so, and got out of bed to get dressed.
"Geez Harry, we thought you were dead or something," Ron said from his position across from Hermione in the common room as Harry came down the stairs.
"Oh sod off Ron, I had a really long night," Harry said as he sat down to view the game of Exploding Snap that Ron and Hermione were involved in.
"Wonder why," Ron mumbled, not taking his face away from the game. Harry heard it though, and wanted to know exactly what he meant by it.
"What was that Ron? What do you think Draco and I were up to last night? Hmm?"
Ron rolled his eyes and turned away from the game and Hermione. "Lighten up Harry, I didn't really mean anything by it, even though it is a bit weird that after just one night you've gained this weird affection towards Malfoy..."
Harry had been incredibly irritated since last night that his friends were acting so hostile to him. He supposed that he couldn't blame them much though, seeing as Harry had hated Draco more than the three of them combined up until last night. "No, really Ron, I want to hear what you think went on last night," he said cooly, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Ron.
Ron looked worried, as if any answer he produced would make Harry even more angry with him. "Well, um, I dunno, seems like he gave you some sort of sick love potion that you can't shake off."
Harry knew for a fact that this wasn't at all what Ron was thinking about. "Do you REALLY want to know what happened?" he asked, leaning over so he was right in Ron's face. "We fucked around all night, and in the morning, Snape walked in to the room and we were lying there stark naked." Ron looked horrified, and Hermione sat silent, like she had been doing the whole time. "That's right, we did, and I enjoyed it, and I'm quite sure he enjoyed it too. Was that enough for you, or do you want all the juicy details as well?"
Harry stood up and walked away from Ron and Hermione, giving them one last glare before crawling out of the portrait hole. He needed to get away from them, because they just didn't understand. Harry was actually starting to like Draco, it wasn't just something he could shake off. Fuming, he walked swiftly through the halls towards the main entrance, not noticing any of the people around him until he ran right into one of them.
"Oh, sorry, sorry," Harry said absentmindedly before turning to continue on.
Before he could even take one step the voice of the person he had just run into spoke up. "Not even going to say hello, Harry? How rude!"
Turning, Harry looked right into the same ice blue eyes that he had been staring into the previous night. His own eyes gazed down to a pair of soft lips, which had been pressed against his own, and then looked at the perfectly slicked back white blonde hair that hadn't been so perfect a few hours ago when he was running his fingers through it.
"I didn't even notice it was you! I'm not really paying attention to anything right now, sorry..."
Draco's lips curved into a soft smile. "Do you want to go for a walk, Harry?"
"Yeah, that would be great." Harry felt relieved. He despirately wanted to get all of his feelings out to someone. Draco couldn't have come at a better time, seeing as all of Harry's thoughts were occupied with confusion about him, and the rest of them were about his anger towards Ron and Hermione, the people who he usually went to his problems with.
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Harry and Draco had been sitting under a giant oak tree next to the lake for the past half hour, sitting close and holding hands. Harry had hesitantly started to tell Draco about his new feelings for him, and how Ron and Hermione obviously didn't approve of it. After a bit of talking Draco kept urging Harry on more and he just totally opened up, all of his emotions spilling out.
"So they are pissed off because you've made a new friend? I want to hurt them both more than I did before," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand a little more forcefully than he meant.
"No, I don't want them hurt! I'm sure they'll get over it eventually, but I'm sure it is strange to them that thier best friend and his sworn enemy become friends over night," Harry said, trying to calm Draco down a bit. "I'll talk some sense into them."
Loosening his grip on Harry's hand, Draco looked over at him and spoke in a softer voice then he had just been using. "Alright, I'll just let you handle it, but I better get back to my common room before everyone starts to wonder where I am, not like they care anyway," Draco showed a look of discust before smiling again and giving Harry a quick kiss. "Right, I'll see you later then," Draco said as he stood up.
"Wait, when will we see each other again?" Harry hadn't thought about this until Draco had said that, and he started to wonder wheather or not he would only see him in the hallways or classrooms.
A sly smile took over Draco's face as he looked back at Harry. "You'll just have to find out, won't you?" Harry watched Draco walking back up to the castle for a minute, then sighed as he slumped back against the trunk of the tree, wishing that everything wasn't so confusing and also wishing that Ron and Hermione would just be understanding about the whole strange situation he had gotten himself into.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and spoke out loud to himself. "This could take a while..."
=To be Continued=
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Waking up from a wonderful slumber, Harry stretched, and reached over to the bedside table to grab his glasses and his alarm clock. "Shit," he exclaimed as he noticed it was 1:30 in the afternoon. He put the clock back down, laid in the comfort of his four poster for another minute or so, and got out of bed to get dressed.
"Geez Harry, we thought you were dead or something," Ron said from his position across from Hermione in the common room as Harry came down the stairs.
"Oh sod off Ron, I had a really long night," Harry said as he sat down to view the game of Exploding Snap that Ron and Hermione were involved in.
"Wonder why," Ron mumbled, not taking his face away from the game. Harry heard it though, and wanted to know exactly what he meant by it.
"What was that Ron? What do you think Draco and I were up to last night? Hmm?"
Ron rolled his eyes and turned away from the game and Hermione. "Lighten up Harry, I didn't really mean anything by it, even though it is a bit weird that after just one night you've gained this weird affection towards Malfoy..."
Harry had been incredibly irritated since last night that his friends were acting so hostile to him. He supposed that he couldn't blame them much though, seeing as Harry had hated Draco more than the three of them combined up until last night. "No, really Ron, I want to hear what you think went on last night," he said cooly, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Ron.
Ron looked worried, as if any answer he produced would make Harry even more angry with him. "Well, um, I dunno, seems like he gave you some sort of sick love potion that you can't shake off."
Harry knew for a fact that this wasn't at all what Ron was thinking about. "Do you REALLY want to know what happened?" he asked, leaning over so he was right in Ron's face. "We fucked around all night, and in the morning, Snape walked in to the room and we were lying there stark naked." Ron looked horrified, and Hermione sat silent, like she had been doing the whole time. "That's right, we did, and I enjoyed it, and I'm quite sure he enjoyed it too. Was that enough for you, or do you want all the juicy details as well?"
Harry stood up and walked away from Ron and Hermione, giving them one last glare before crawling out of the portrait hole. He needed to get away from them, because they just didn't understand. Harry was actually starting to like Draco, it wasn't just something he could shake off. Fuming, he walked swiftly through the halls towards the main entrance, not noticing any of the people around him until he ran right into one of them.
"Oh, sorry, sorry," Harry said absentmindedly before turning to continue on.
Before he could even take one step the voice of the person he had just run into spoke up. "Not even going to say hello, Harry? How rude!"
Turning, Harry looked right into the same ice blue eyes that he had been staring into the previous night. His own eyes gazed down to a pair of soft lips, which had been pressed against his own, and then looked at the perfectly slicked back white blonde hair that hadn't been so perfect a few hours ago when he was running his fingers through it.
"I didn't even notice it was you! I'm not really paying attention to anything right now, sorry..."
Draco's lips curved into a soft smile. "Do you want to go for a walk, Harry?"
"Yeah, that would be great." Harry felt relieved. He despirately wanted to get all of his feelings out to someone. Draco couldn't have come at a better time, seeing as all of Harry's thoughts were occupied with confusion about him, and the rest of them were about his anger towards Ron and Hermione, the people who he usually went to his problems with.
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Harry and Draco had been sitting under a giant oak tree next to the lake for the past half hour, sitting close and holding hands. Harry had hesitantly started to tell Draco about his new feelings for him, and how Ron and Hermione obviously didn't approve of it. After a bit of talking Draco kept urging Harry on more and he just totally opened up, all of his emotions spilling out.
"So they are pissed off because you've made a new friend? I want to hurt them both more than I did before," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand a little more forcefully than he meant.
"No, I don't want them hurt! I'm sure they'll get over it eventually, but I'm sure it is strange to them that thier best friend and his sworn enemy become friends over night," Harry said, trying to calm Draco down a bit. "I'll talk some sense into them."
Loosening his grip on Harry's hand, Draco looked over at him and spoke in a softer voice then he had just been using. "Alright, I'll just let you handle it, but I better get back to my common room before everyone starts to wonder where I am, not like they care anyway," Draco showed a look of discust before smiling again and giving Harry a quick kiss. "Right, I'll see you later then," Draco said as he stood up.
"Wait, when will we see each other again?" Harry hadn't thought about this until Draco had said that, and he started to wonder wheather or not he would only see him in the hallways or classrooms.
A sly smile took over Draco's face as he looked back at Harry. "You'll just have to find out, won't you?" Harry watched Draco walking back up to the castle for a minute, then sighed as he slumped back against the trunk of the tree, wishing that everything wasn't so confusing and also wishing that Ron and Hermione would just be understanding about the whole strange situation he had gotten himself into.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and spoke out loud to himself. "This could take a while..."
=To be Continued=