A/N: Hey peoples, this is the last chapter for this story!!! Yes, I know, I know! Let's just hope I end this right so you guys'll actually read the sequel, which I am planning to start writing very soon! Thankies for all the reviews before, and please, as this is the last chapter, review this one too!!!
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Chapter 23: Uncare
Harry just stared. He almost asked Draco to repeat it a third time, just to make sure that he had heard correctly but he didn't want Draco to get annoyed at him. He sank down onto the bed, his legs unable to hold up his weight any longer.
Draco's face was still a blank mask. His mouth slightly open, no words came out of it, he gaped slightly at Harry, though I don't think his eyes really saw.
Silence.
Static emotions filled the air. The silent air. The only sound that followed was the slight thud as the diary slid out of Draco's hand and onto the floor. Harry only glanced at it. He longed to pick it up again and read it, learn about the other days in Draco's life, the ones Harry had skipped over in his haste to find what he was searching for. He hadn't really cared about Draco's life... until now. Suddenly he wanted to know everything about Draco. His family life, his hopes, his dreams... what he hoped for the future... Harry's mind stopped however as he felt a soft pair of lips press against his. He opened his eyes widely as a strand of beautiful silver blond hair fell and touched his face. Lifting a hand he smoothed it back, their mouths still dancing. His hand stayed at the back of Draco's head as Draco's arm encircled his waist, their kiss not faultering, their tongues moving in the serene dance. This was pure serenity.
Suddenly though the door of the dormitory was flung open and Ron came rushing in, but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the raven and silver haired boys. He could only gape.
Harry quickly pulled away, realizing suddenly that he and Ron were still going out. "Ron..." he said quietly.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, a strange expression on his face, though it now seemed slightly angered.. "Harry, I'm not Ron..."
Harry bit his lip and just nodded his head in Ron's direction.
Draco turned his head sharply. "Oh," he said in comprehension. He sunk down on the bed beside Harry.
Ron just stared at the two, and Harry could see the tears welling up in his eyes. "I should've known... I should've known that you would chose him over me..." he shook his head angrily, looking very much like a maniac in a hospital.
Harry stood up quickly and took a step towards him, but Ron stepped back, a disgusted look coming over his face.
"No, Harry, don't come near me... I don't want you to... never again..." he continued shaking his head angrily, his red locks resembling a small, dancing blaze. He took another step back. "I loved you. I really, really did, Harry. I should've known that I wouldn't be good enough for you, especially if he came into the equation," he shot an evil glare directly at Draco, who glared back.
"Ron..." Harry repeated helplessly, though knowing that no words could really help his situation. He really didn't feel sorry. He was still enjoying the static emotion that was still sweeping through his body. He had Draco. Why would he need Ron now?
Another tear slid down Ron's cheek, which he quickly wiped away with the sleeve of his maroon Weasley sweater, which Draco was now eyeing distastefully. "I hate you Harry Potter, I hate you!" He finally said, his face an unattractive shade of red. "I loved you -- but never again!" With these words he spun out of the room, leaving Harry gaping behind him.
Harry tried to follow, but a smooth white hand grasped his. "Harry... don't mind the Weasley scum... what does he matter to you?" Draco pressed his lips against Harry's again, and another sensation shivered down Harry's back.
He really should feel horrible -- Ron never wanted to talk to him again... they had been friends for 4 years... but... somehow he really didn't. Nothing of his past mattered at the moment. He had Draco in his life, and that was enough to get him through anything. Right now, he was enjoying the moment. Everything else... he would work out later...
"Draco," he breathed. "I love you."
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
In a sweep of passion, two lovers collide, with the meeting of their lips, worlds shatter. But they care not, for love is pure, their life is theirs and others don't matter.
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A/N: Yay!! I'm finally done!! I hope you liked it! Now review, and I'll love you even more! If you want me to, just tell me in a review, and I'll email you when I put up the sequel! Well, thanks for reading!!!
**** Here goes:
Chapter 23: Uncare
Harry just stared. He almost asked Draco to repeat it a third time, just to make sure that he had heard correctly but he didn't want Draco to get annoyed at him. He sank down onto the bed, his legs unable to hold up his weight any longer.
Draco's face was still a blank mask. His mouth slightly open, no words came out of it, he gaped slightly at Harry, though I don't think his eyes really saw.
Silence.
Static emotions filled the air. The silent air. The only sound that followed was the slight thud as the diary slid out of Draco's hand and onto the floor. Harry only glanced at it. He longed to pick it up again and read it, learn about the other days in Draco's life, the ones Harry had skipped over in his haste to find what he was searching for. He hadn't really cared about Draco's life... until now. Suddenly he wanted to know everything about Draco. His family life, his hopes, his dreams... what he hoped for the future... Harry's mind stopped however as he felt a soft pair of lips press against his. He opened his eyes widely as a strand of beautiful silver blond hair fell and touched his face. Lifting a hand he smoothed it back, their mouths still dancing. His hand stayed at the back of Draco's head as Draco's arm encircled his waist, their kiss not faultering, their tongues moving in the serene dance. This was pure serenity.
Suddenly though the door of the dormitory was flung open and Ron came rushing in, but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the raven and silver haired boys. He could only gape.
Harry quickly pulled away, realizing suddenly that he and Ron were still going out. "Ron..." he said quietly.
Draco quirked an eyebrow, a strange expression on his face, though it now seemed slightly angered.. "Harry, I'm not Ron..."
Harry bit his lip and just nodded his head in Ron's direction.
Draco turned his head sharply. "Oh," he said in comprehension. He sunk down on the bed beside Harry.
Ron just stared at the two, and Harry could see the tears welling up in his eyes. "I should've known... I should've known that you would chose him over me..." he shook his head angrily, looking very much like a maniac in a hospital.
Harry stood up quickly and took a step towards him, but Ron stepped back, a disgusted look coming over his face.
"No, Harry, don't come near me... I don't want you to... never again..." he continued shaking his head angrily, his red locks resembling a small, dancing blaze. He took another step back. "I loved you. I really, really did, Harry. I should've known that I wouldn't be good enough for you, especially if he came into the equation," he shot an evil glare directly at Draco, who glared back.
"Ron..." Harry repeated helplessly, though knowing that no words could really help his situation. He really didn't feel sorry. He was still enjoying the static emotion that was still sweeping through his body. He had Draco. Why would he need Ron now?
Another tear slid down Ron's cheek, which he quickly wiped away with the sleeve of his maroon Weasley sweater, which Draco was now eyeing distastefully. "I hate you Harry Potter, I hate you!" He finally said, his face an unattractive shade of red. "I loved you -- but never again!" With these words he spun out of the room, leaving Harry gaping behind him.
Harry tried to follow, but a smooth white hand grasped his. "Harry... don't mind the Weasley scum... what does he matter to you?" Draco pressed his lips against Harry's again, and another sensation shivered down Harry's back.
He really should feel horrible -- Ron never wanted to talk to him again... they had been friends for 4 years... but... somehow he really didn't. Nothing of his past mattered at the moment. He had Draco in his life, and that was enough to get him through anything. Right now, he was enjoying the moment. Everything else... he would work out later...
"Draco," he breathed. "I love you."
"I love you too, Harry Potter."
In a sweep of passion, two lovers collide, with the meeting of their lips, worlds shatter. But they care not, for love is pure, their life is theirs and others don't matter.
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A/N: Yay!! I'm finally done!! I hope you liked it! Now review, and I'll love you even more! If you want me to, just tell me in a review, and I'll email you when I put up the sequel! Well, thanks for reading!!!