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Chapter 8: A Gryffindor's Desicion
Harry sat in his dormitory, staring after Shadow as he heard her heels clunk dully on every step. Had this whole event just happened right? Or more so, had he experienced it all right? It didn't seem to fit together. What was Draco's cousin doing in his dormitory? Who had let her in? Told her the password? But all of these questions and concerns were pushed out of his head by and immediate decision that needed to be made:
Was he going to see Draco or not?
His heart was pulling him towards the Slytherin common room and Draco's dormitory but his mind kept telling him, for some reason, all the things that could possibly go wrong: he could run into a teacher and lose house points and get a detention, among other things but there was a major thing also: Draco could reject him.
The thought almost brought tears to his eyes but then he suddenly remembered that Draco had already rejected him, ever since their first true meeting at Hogwarts, on the school train. He had hated him since he had declined his offer to be friends with him and ditch Weasley. Something dung deep into his insides at that thought. What was it? Draco had wanted to be friends with him! Every since their first meeting. what did it all mean?
This thought puzzled Harry more than you would think, as you would think it particularly obvious that Draco had a crush on Harry. But to Harry that seemed a much too simple answer. Shadow said that Draco didn't even realize he had those feelings. that reminded Harry vaguely of his feelings after the hat had told him that his true love was Draco. Yet Draco had accepted it. he had denied it. he had lied. But is it truly a lie when you yourself don't know the answer?
Before he fully understood what he was doing Harry had stood up from his bed, the Truthfulness Potion's vial clutched tightly in his hand. He had once question, once chance to find out if Draco loved him. But there were so many questions that Harry wanted answered. was there one that could answer them all? Harry didn't know, he would figure it out once he got there, but at the moment he had to prove his true Gryffindorness and actually get there first.
His legs carried him swiftly out of the dormitory and down the spiral staircase, out into the open common room, where only a small group of first or second years sat by the fire, conversing heartily. Very few students were left. more than usual though. some students that were left over were the ones that usually gloated over being able to go home. DRACO! What was he doing here?! But Harry had experienced too much in the wizarding world to think that it solely depended on he, Harry that Draco stayed, chiefly because Draco didn't even know that he loved him, and also because of Lucius. he was a Deatheater.. What was going on?
Attempting to clear his mind, Harry wandered right out of the common room, hardly noticing, and somewhere in a dark corner, Shadow sniggered. She knew he would go. now it was up to him to ask the right question.
Chapter 8: A Gryffindor's Desicion
Harry sat in his dormitory, staring after Shadow as he heard her heels clunk dully on every step. Had this whole event just happened right? Or more so, had he experienced it all right? It didn't seem to fit together. What was Draco's cousin doing in his dormitory? Who had let her in? Told her the password? But all of these questions and concerns were pushed out of his head by and immediate decision that needed to be made:
Was he going to see Draco or not?
His heart was pulling him towards the Slytherin common room and Draco's dormitory but his mind kept telling him, for some reason, all the things that could possibly go wrong: he could run into a teacher and lose house points and get a detention, among other things but there was a major thing also: Draco could reject him.
The thought almost brought tears to his eyes but then he suddenly remembered that Draco had already rejected him, ever since their first true meeting at Hogwarts, on the school train. He had hated him since he had declined his offer to be friends with him and ditch Weasley. Something dung deep into his insides at that thought. What was it? Draco had wanted to be friends with him! Every since their first meeting. what did it all mean?
This thought puzzled Harry more than you would think, as you would think it particularly obvious that Draco had a crush on Harry. But to Harry that seemed a much too simple answer. Shadow said that Draco didn't even realize he had those feelings. that reminded Harry vaguely of his feelings after the hat had told him that his true love was Draco. Yet Draco had accepted it. he had denied it. he had lied. But is it truly a lie when you yourself don't know the answer?
Before he fully understood what he was doing Harry had stood up from his bed, the Truthfulness Potion's vial clutched tightly in his hand. He had once question, once chance to find out if Draco loved him. But there were so many questions that Harry wanted answered. was there one that could answer them all? Harry didn't know, he would figure it out once he got there, but at the moment he had to prove his true Gryffindorness and actually get there first.
His legs carried him swiftly out of the dormitory and down the spiral staircase, out into the open common room, where only a small group of first or second years sat by the fire, conversing heartily. Very few students were left. more than usual though. some students that were left over were the ones that usually gloated over being able to go home. DRACO! What was he doing here?! But Harry had experienced too much in the wizarding world to think that it solely depended on he, Harry that Draco stayed, chiefly because Draco didn't even know that he loved him, and also because of Lucius. he was a Deatheater.. What was going on?
Attempting to clear his mind, Harry wandered right out of the common room, hardly noticing, and somewhere in a dark corner, Shadow sniggered. She knew he would go. now it was up to him to ask the right question.