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A/N: Another chapter, after Morgan's constant nagging. What more could I say? Oh, and thanks for the reviews peoples!! .
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Chapter 21: Reading Continued
Journal,
I know I have not written in you for quite a while and for that I am sorry --
Harry suppressed a smile. He couldn't help it. Draco Malfoy. Apologizing. To an inatimate object.
School has been a hassle, and Father has been sending me frequent owls. Life is hectic. Then, above all this Potter decides to go and pull a stunt in the Great Hall this morning --
Following that was a description of everything that happened. Harry was genuinely surprised when Draco admitted that he had started everything, and the whole hat thing was his fault, if he had never taunted Potter it would've never happened. Harry sighed dreamily. No matter what, he was happy it happened. It made him realize his true self, no matter who he was with. He continued reading til the end. The whole entry seemed rather numb, though still somehow full of emotion. It was weird. Like he was blocking something, like he was trying to convince himself of something other than what he thought --
'Harry you're an idiot -- you know that when you look for something in something else you're bound to find it and thats all you're doing with this journal. No matter what he writes in here you're most likely to interpret it so that it fits what you want to hear -- that he loves you.' Harry snapped the book shut. He didn't need this. He had Ron wasn't that enough? But... did he really love Ron? Or was he just a replacement for what he wanted and couldn't have.
Harry sunk down onto his bed. Why did his life have to be so confusing? It was annoying, really it was. A couple near death experiences, many actually, a great many enemies, and now he had to deal with love too? Being a teenage sucked. But... the journal.
His eyes rested once again on the green journal. He had it. What else did anyone expect him to do other than read it? He just had to know. He wouldn't go in looking to find something that proved to him that Draco loved him. He just wanted to know something, feel like he knew Draco closer. Maybe he could even find something to prove to himself that he didn't love Draco, who knew?
Harry opened the journal again to a different page. Without even reading the date he began to scan the page.
Snape cornered me in the hallway today and asked me to show him my arm. Of course, as I have objected to the Dark Mark I had nothing against showing it to him, which I thing surprised him. When he saw my clean arm, he smiled slightly and said lightly that he was proud of me. Something I haven't heard in quite a while. I most certainly never hear it from my father. He would never say something like that, unless it was in public and he was trying to show off. My father is all for show. Anything for show. I wonder what would happen if he knew about the dreams I've been having? About Potter coming into my dormitory a few days again and giving me the Truthfulness Potion? I wouldn't doubt that he would somehow punish someone for that. Someone accusing his son of being in love with The Boy Who Lived. What a disaster that would be.
Harry blinked away the tears. He knew it was the truth. But he couldn't help his feelings.
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A/N: I know its short and ya'll probably hate me, but get over it, I'm tired and I'm mad at my boyfriend... not that ya'll care naywayz... oh well, review and I'll love you... maybe...
A/N: Another chapter, after Morgan's constant nagging. What more could I say? Oh, and thanks for the reviews peoples!! .
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Chapter 21: Reading Continued
Journal,
I know I have not written in you for quite a while and for that I am sorry --
Harry suppressed a smile. He couldn't help it. Draco Malfoy. Apologizing. To an inatimate object.
School has been a hassle, and Father has been sending me frequent owls. Life is hectic. Then, above all this Potter decides to go and pull a stunt in the Great Hall this morning --
Following that was a description of everything that happened. Harry was genuinely surprised when Draco admitted that he had started everything, and the whole hat thing was his fault, if he had never taunted Potter it would've never happened. Harry sighed dreamily. No matter what, he was happy it happened. It made him realize his true self, no matter who he was with. He continued reading til the end. The whole entry seemed rather numb, though still somehow full of emotion. It was weird. Like he was blocking something, like he was trying to convince himself of something other than what he thought --
'Harry you're an idiot -- you know that when you look for something in something else you're bound to find it and thats all you're doing with this journal. No matter what he writes in here you're most likely to interpret it so that it fits what you want to hear -- that he loves you.' Harry snapped the book shut. He didn't need this. He had Ron wasn't that enough? But... did he really love Ron? Or was he just a replacement for what he wanted and couldn't have.
Harry sunk down onto his bed. Why did his life have to be so confusing? It was annoying, really it was. A couple near death experiences, many actually, a great many enemies, and now he had to deal with love too? Being a teenage sucked. But... the journal.
His eyes rested once again on the green journal. He had it. What else did anyone expect him to do other than read it? He just had to know. He wouldn't go in looking to find something that proved to him that Draco loved him. He just wanted to know something, feel like he knew Draco closer. Maybe he could even find something to prove to himself that he didn't love Draco, who knew?
Harry opened the journal again to a different page. Without even reading the date he began to scan the page.
Snape cornered me in the hallway today and asked me to show him my arm. Of course, as I have objected to the Dark Mark I had nothing against showing it to him, which I thing surprised him. When he saw my clean arm, he smiled slightly and said lightly that he was proud of me. Something I haven't heard in quite a while. I most certainly never hear it from my father. He would never say something like that, unless it was in public and he was trying to show off. My father is all for show. Anything for show. I wonder what would happen if he knew about the dreams I've been having? About Potter coming into my dormitory a few days again and giving me the Truthfulness Potion? I wouldn't doubt that he would somehow punish someone for that. Someone accusing his son of being in love with The Boy Who Lived. What a disaster that would be.
Harry blinked away the tears. He knew it was the truth. But he couldn't help his feelings.
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A/N: I know its short and ya'll probably hate me, but get over it, I'm tired and I'm mad at my boyfriend... not that ya'll care naywayz... oh well, review and I'll love you... maybe...