A/N: Short but rather sweet... sickeningly ...
Chapter 22: The Confession
January 15
I've been feeling very strange lately, distracted, unable to think straight. Maybe I'm beginning to get one of those Muggle personality disorders people kept talking about... but, no, I'm just making excuses. Father is demanding that I recieve the Dark Mark to show faithfulness to the Malfoy family. But if I do that then I would never be able to love ... something I wish to do at least one point in the future. I have my sights set, but I'll not speak of it at the moment, I'll just say the person is a light in the dark ring surrounding my life, hell that is my life. Thats all I have to say. Pansy keeps bugging me to go out with her ... not even if my father demanded me to, though I do hope he has higher expectations for his son that that... not that those expectations are always helpful... I don't think that he would like my choosing either... but, I must go now, I believe I hear Crabbe and Goyle entering the common room below - imagine their faces if they found out I kept a diary! Yours, Draco.
Harry smiled. Draco was not only cute, but he was smart ... well, he could tell people's emotions and reactions well. This light ... Harry reread the journal entry. A light... he tried to imagine himself as that light but he wasn't sure, and wasn't about to go off the assumptive end again. He sighed. There were only a few more entries, and, after scanning them, Harry concluded that no names had been written. Was he afraid of jinxing it? Harry was confused. Most people confided in their journals unswayingly. Draco's diary didn't seem to have any charms on it ... wrong. Harry flipped to the very last page, and suddenly the room filled with light, but only for a few seconds. Long enough to catch people's attention. Harry heard a mad cackle of laughter that was unmistakably Peeves, and then a mad battle cry like sound that had to be Draco. There was a thundering on the stairs -- Harry tried to move to tuck the diary behind him, but he realized he was frozen!
The door of the dormitory burst open and in stepped the Silver Dragon of Hogwarts -- Draco Malfoy. His eyes were blazing. He knew what had happened. Harry had been so stupid as to think there were no charms upon a journal, more precisely the journal of Draco Malfoy. He kicked himself. Well, he would've if he could've moved... but that was kind of out of the question.
Draco's eyes were wide as he approached Harry and ripped the diary out of his hands. He looked mutely down at the opened book, then back up at Harry who began to feel the feeling returning to his limbs.
"Did you get your fill enough Potter?" Draco breathed, his eyes slitting.
Harry couldn't respond as his body was still frozen.
Draco just ignored his silence. "Did you enjoy prying into my personal life? Maybe next you would like to see my baby photos!"
Even in this serious situation Harry couldn't help but (attempt to) smile. The imagine of Draco as a baby was too cute...
"Or maybe you would like to get an interview from my mother or father?" he sneer widened. "Though I'm sure my father would rather kill you then give you information about me... I'm sure if you told him the situation I'm sure that he would gladly do it quickly."
This was nothing, Harry was used to death threats. After all he had defeated the Dark Lord several times.
Harry's arms suddenly slumped down to the bed, and his mouth was able to move again.
"Draco -- " he slurred.
"SHUT UP POTTER OR I'LL DO THE JOB FOR MY FATHER!"
"YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME EVEN IF YOU HAD THE CHANCE!" Harry shouted back, rising from the bed. "YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL ME! BESIDES YOU WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING FOR YOU FATHER -- YOU HATE HIM!"
Draco had removed his wand from his robe pocket and was pointing it at Harry. "GET OUT OF MY LIFE POTTER!" he said through gritted teeth.
"NO!" Harry shouted back at him. "YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO!"
This, of course wasn't fully true, but it was worth a shot. Maybe Draco would confess.
As Harry watched, Draco's face paled and his wand dropped slightly, the journal falling to the floor. It was as if a light was flickering behind his eyes.
He muttered something.
Harry stepped closer to him to here it, and surprisingly Draco didn't raise his wand again, just stood there frozen.
"Say that again Draco?"
"I - I do love you ... "
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A/N: HEHEHEHE!!! IT HAS BEEN DONE! You guys are lucky I'm not writing angst at the moment though... I have reason to, as my boyfriend dumped me, but oh well, I won't give you details on that. Well, review and maybe I'll love you...
Chapter 22: The Confession
January 15
I've been feeling very strange lately, distracted, unable to think straight. Maybe I'm beginning to get one of those Muggle personality disorders people kept talking about... but, no, I'm just making excuses. Father is demanding that I recieve the Dark Mark to show faithfulness to the Malfoy family. But if I do that then I would never be able to love ... something I wish to do at least one point in the future. I have my sights set, but I'll not speak of it at the moment, I'll just say the person is a light in the dark ring surrounding my life, hell that is my life. Thats all I have to say. Pansy keeps bugging me to go out with her ... not even if my father demanded me to, though I do hope he has higher expectations for his son that that... not that those expectations are always helpful... I don't think that he would like my choosing either... but, I must go now, I believe I hear Crabbe and Goyle entering the common room below - imagine their faces if they found out I kept a diary! Yours, Draco.
Harry smiled. Draco was not only cute, but he was smart ... well, he could tell people's emotions and reactions well. This light ... Harry reread the journal entry. A light... he tried to imagine himself as that light but he wasn't sure, and wasn't about to go off the assumptive end again. He sighed. There were only a few more entries, and, after scanning them, Harry concluded that no names had been written. Was he afraid of jinxing it? Harry was confused. Most people confided in their journals unswayingly. Draco's diary didn't seem to have any charms on it ... wrong. Harry flipped to the very last page, and suddenly the room filled with light, but only for a few seconds. Long enough to catch people's attention. Harry heard a mad cackle of laughter that was unmistakably Peeves, and then a mad battle cry like sound that had to be Draco. There was a thundering on the stairs -- Harry tried to move to tuck the diary behind him, but he realized he was frozen!
The door of the dormitory burst open and in stepped the Silver Dragon of Hogwarts -- Draco Malfoy. His eyes were blazing. He knew what had happened. Harry had been so stupid as to think there were no charms upon a journal, more precisely the journal of Draco Malfoy. He kicked himself. Well, he would've if he could've moved... but that was kind of out of the question.
Draco's eyes were wide as he approached Harry and ripped the diary out of his hands. He looked mutely down at the opened book, then back up at Harry who began to feel the feeling returning to his limbs.
"Did you get your fill enough Potter?" Draco breathed, his eyes slitting.
Harry couldn't respond as his body was still frozen.
Draco just ignored his silence. "Did you enjoy prying into my personal life? Maybe next you would like to see my baby photos!"
Even in this serious situation Harry couldn't help but (attempt to) smile. The imagine of Draco as a baby was too cute...
"Or maybe you would like to get an interview from my mother or father?" he sneer widened. "Though I'm sure my father would rather kill you then give you information about me... I'm sure if you told him the situation I'm sure that he would gladly do it quickly."
This was nothing, Harry was used to death threats. After all he had defeated the Dark Lord several times.
Harry's arms suddenly slumped down to the bed, and his mouth was able to move again.
"Draco -- " he slurred.
"SHUT UP POTTER OR I'LL DO THE JOB FOR MY FATHER!"
"YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME EVEN IF YOU HAD THE CHANCE!" Harry shouted back, rising from the bed. "YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL ME! BESIDES YOU WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING FOR YOU FATHER -- YOU HATE HIM!"
Draco had removed his wand from his robe pocket and was pointing it at Harry. "GET OUT OF MY LIFE POTTER!" he said through gritted teeth.
"NO!" Harry shouted back at him. "YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO!"
This, of course wasn't fully true, but it was worth a shot. Maybe Draco would confess.
As Harry watched, Draco's face paled and his wand dropped slightly, the journal falling to the floor. It was as if a light was flickering behind his eyes.
He muttered something.
Harry stepped closer to him to here it, and surprisingly Draco didn't raise his wand again, just stood there frozen.
"Say that again Draco?"
"I - I do love you ... "
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A/N: HEHEHEHE!!! IT HAS BEEN DONE! You guys are lucky I'm not writing angst at the moment though... I have reason to, as my boyfriend dumped me, but oh well, I won't give you details on that. Well, review and maybe I'll love you...