Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This isn't mine, dammit! Why do insist on asking me when I've already told you. It's JK Rowling's! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. (I wish I owned Draco).
Rating: R
Author's Note: Oh my God! I am appalled at the feedback I've gotten! Appalled in a good way! I can hardly believe it. I had to put this up as soon as possible, seeing as I did indeed get five reviews! Thank you so very much, all of you!
Thanks to Carly (my faithful reviewer who has never failed to brighten my day with a review), LadyDeath, Cyber (thanks for reviewing all of my stories, it made me smile!), PromDateWithNoEyes, alexandra (something like that, yeah....), Copocobana (you're right... they are slightly rushed thoughts. I loved Catcher In The Rye, amazing book. I always thought Draco's sarcasm and cynicism was a mask... hopefully I can make him more sarcastic in this chapter and the ones following it), Emiko (I adore Draco as well, can you teach me the Draco dance?), Anna, kittycatgirl, Your Silencer (I love the energizer bunny, just keep going and going and going...), Ru Av Natten (I enjoyed writing Draco and Hermione's conversations as they're both very intelligent and seem to be on the same wave-length), bthatcher2002 (glad you liked it!), hyalite, sarsar, Jessica Jevees (thanks for reviewing, you're gonna love this chapter, plenty of Harry feeling and thinking).
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Oh yes! Wait! I want you all, before you read this, to bow your heads in memory of an extremely amazing person! Today, December 9th, is the 22nd anniversary of the death of John Lennon. If you don't know who he is, well, you're crazy. He's one of the members of The Beatles. The most amazing band in the world after Nirvana. John Lennon was murdered 22 years ago today. In the words of Albus Dumbledore, 'Death is but the next great adventure'. Rest in peace, John!
Hermione, Ron and I watched as everyone began to take their turns with Firenze. Ron cackled madly when Firenze rejected Pansy Parkinson. Hermione looked nervous when her turn came around, but she had fun. At Ron's turn he was screamed "I'm the king of the world!" and the like. Everyone went silent when Malfoy approached Frienze. I felt my stomach flip flop (probably because I was worried Malfoy would somehow try to get Hagrid fired) as I watched him walk toward the centaur. He looked nervous. But what was I thinking, Malfoys never get nervous.
Ron and I gasped when Malfoy put his hand on Firenze's back, and Firenze visibly relaxed. We stared at the two of them in utter bewilderment. Then we looked at each other.
"Ron...." I said slowly, as the two of thee rode off around the lake, "if Hermione trusts Malfoy, and Firenze trusts Malfoy... maybe we should too." Ron looked at me with a shocked look on his face.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I think I am," I replied.
"Oh I'm so proud of you!" Hermione shrieked and threw her arms around me and then Ron. We were silent after that. Malfoy and Firenze were circling the lake and coming back toward the class. Malfoy got off of Firenze and began to walk away.
"Oh Draco!" Firenze shouted and Malfoy turned around to hear the cantaur's last words. That was part of the reason I decided to do it. The minute Malfoy had touched Firenze and the centaur hadn't flinched away in pain or fear, I knew he was trustworthy. And when Firenze called him Draco (and I'd been calling him Malfoy for years) that told me something. Maybe I couldn't see the real picture. In life, if you want something bad enough, you'll work for it. If I want to destroy Voldemort so badly, I'll take anyone. Even Malfoy.
Maybe Malfoy was a spoiled, stuck up little rich kid, but he wasn't evil. I was sure of that. If Hermione didn't think him evil, then who were we to doubt her judgement?
So when Malfoy came up and asked for our friendship, I accepted. It was not long after that, I became very taken to that spoiled, stuck up little rich kid. When you have a girlfriend, that can be a bad thing.
*
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" I asked when I ascended a flight of stairs to find the blonde boy at the top of them, reading a book.
"I'm dying!" Malfoy said, very dramatically, and dropped the book. He lay against the wall and stuck his tongue out. He stayed like that for a a good ten seconds. Then he sat up and picked the book up off the floor, "reading."
I felt sort of stupid. He'd been reading a book. I was much too suspicious of Malfoy. I had to get to know him better. So I slunk down beside him on the floor and glanced at the book he was reading.
"Life in the Fancy?" I read off the cover, "what's it about?"
"Nothing," Malfoy said in all too much of a rush. Annoyed that he wasn't being completely honest with me, I opened the book to a random place and began to read out loud.
"Jake grasped Doug's throbbing manhood, stroking it up and down -" I read and stopped, thinking about what I'd read, "huh?"
"Thanks a lot, I'm not there yet!" Malfoy complained and I stared at him, jaw slack.
"You read this stuff?"
"Sometimes," he said and I could scarcely believe it.
"Isn't Jake a man's name?" I inquired.
"Most of the time, yes," Malfoy said, "do you like that kind of stuff? Would you like to borrow it?"
"Um...." I said, "yes, I would." I was horrified. Had that just come out of my mouth? I didn't want Malfoy making incorrect assumptions about me. Inside I was screaming. This was so not good. Outside, I smiled and closed the book for him.
"You can borrow it when I'm finished in a couple days," Malfoy said and fixed his gaze on my eyes.
"Right," I mumbled, "so.... since we're sort of friends now.... we could ask each other questions about ourselves."
"Shotgun!" Malfoy said and I found myself laughing.
"All right, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"The most obvious thing," Malfoy replied, tilting his head back on the wall. It exposed the creamy white skin of his neck. I suddenly had difficulty swallowing.
"Which is?"
"Well, if you tell me about your background, I'll tell you about mine. There's hardly anything to tell but...." Malfoy stretched out his legs.
"Oh. From the beginning?" Malfoy studied me carefully. Then he spoke, though it seemed as though he headn't moved his mouth.
"From the beginning." I could have lied to him or fled right from him. But something about his eyes told me he could be trusted.
"Okay. All I remember about my parents' death is a green flash and...." I paused. I had never told anyone the story from my side. Now that someone had asked.... I knew I would tell it. I wanted people to know. Malfoy had an encouraging look on his face. .... And a lot of laughter. Probably Voldemort's." Malfoy's eyes went wide.
"You said his name!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, I did. It's just a name. So, continuing.... that's all I really remember. But I've *heard* my parents' death. Because when the dementors get near me, I hear them being murdered." Malfoy's face went whiter than his hair.
"Oh God. I teased you about that. I'm so sorry." He looked sincere about it, too. I waved the apology away and went on.
"Voldemort came to their house on Halloween night. My Dad fought him to give my Mum time to run. He died courageously that night. For her and for me. I know my Mum burst though a couple doors and then Voldemort caught up with her. He didn't want to kill my Mum. He wanted to kill me. But my mother would have none of it. She died that night, to save me. My mother and father sacrificed their lives for me. I'm grateful for it. But I miss them so much." I was horrified when I felt tears on my face.
Malfoy saw them too, and he wiped them away before putting his arms around me. It was heavenly. When he finally let go, I was a bit disappointed. Which was an insane thought. But I had more to tell.
"Somehow when Voldemort turned his wand on me, I didn't die. It was because of my mother. When she died to save me that night, she gave a certain amount of protection to me. Her love saved my life." I didn't want to cry anymore but a few more tears escaped. "My only living relatives were a bunch of muggles. My Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and their disgusting son Dudley Dursley. I've lived there for a good majority of my life. And I hate it. For the first ten years of my life they told me my parents had died in a car crash. They lied about me being a wizard and when I got my letter to go to Hogwarts, they wouldn't let me read it. But the letters kept coming. It got so bad, we went and lived in a hut on a rock. Hagrid came to that little hut, told me about wizards and witches, and what had really happened to my parents."
"That's horrible!" Malfoy said, "There must be a law about muggles lieing to wizards. How could they not tell you the truth about your parents. Or that you're not some ordinary boy. You're the Boy-Who-Lived. And they never told you any of it. It's insane. It really is." I smirked.
"Yeah. Well enough about me, what about you?"
"Oh great. Let's see... when I was a baby, I don't remember anything important at all. My father was a very demanding man but he never wanted hugs, kisses, love declerations or hope descriptions. I never once heard him say 'I love you, Draco' or 'Just keep hoping and it'll happen, Draco'. My mother nags me so much.... I just want to sock her in the face. She won't leave me alone for even a minute of the day. She'll bring clean clothes into my room, going on about how impossible it is to open my door. She's carrying clothes in her arms. What the hell does she expect?" I laughed. Maybe I shouldn't have, but Malfoy's parents sounded a lot like Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
"My mother and father are particularly fond of my name. Draco. It comes fter every thing they say to me. 'Think about joining our side, Draco' or "What are you doing, Draco? Put that down, Draco!' or even 'Do that again and I'll hit you, Draco'. God damn it, does it ever piss me off."
"They hits you?" I asked.
"My father and only a little. Usually when I'm "being really stupid". He doesn't hit very hard. I bruise easy. But you know.... still annoys me."
"If it makes you feel better, my cousin Dudley punched me in the nose quite often. Broke it once. Uncle Vernon made me keep it broken for two hours before he took me to the hospital. That was definitely annoying."
"Bloody hell, that's bad." Yes it is, I wanted to say but found I couldn't. I was busy staring at Malfoy's hair. It looked really soft. I felt like reaching out and putting my hand on it. I have a feeling Malfoy would have run very fast in the opposite direction if I had. (A/N: Don't you wish he'd done it!) I put my hands in my pockets for safety.
"My turn. Got a girlfriend?"
"No," Malfoy said, in a disappointed tone of voice.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Malfoy nodded vaguely.
"I was dating a kid named Alex not long ago...." Malfoy said, shrugging.
"Oh you mean short for Alexandra, right?" I asked.
"Yeah.... Alexandra was her name." He looked put out. I decided not to comment on it, "so who are you dating?"
"Ginny," I answered, smiling widely, "I really like her." Malfoy nodded, his head bent down.
"How serious are you two?" Malfoy asked.
"Serious," I replied. I wasn't sure if I should be admitting very personal stuff to Malfoy just yet.
"How serious?" More firmly this time. I was silent "Have you have sex?" he asked, eyes darting swiftly to search my face.
"Yes," I replied.
"Mon dieu!" Malfoy exclaimed, "the Weasley daughter.... sex at fifteen!"
"She'd turned sixteen," I said quickly, remembering how hesitant I'd been the time. On her birthday we'd done it. We really respected each other and it hadn't changed our relationship one bit, "she has her birthday in June."
"So I presume you do it regularly, then?" Malfoy asked. I felt uncomfortable but everyone in the school knew about Ginny and I after Colin Creevey had taken snapshots of us in a very unpleasant situation. It wasn't like Malfoy could spread rumors. Besides... this was an interesting conversation and I felt as though I could tell Malfoy pretty much anything.
"Yes."
"I have to go...."
"Where?" I demanded.
"Meeting with a Ravenclaw," Malfoy answered, picking up his book and getting to his feet. I rose as well.
"I though you said you don't have a girlfriend," I pointed out.
"I don't. It doesn't stop me from the occasional one-night stand. See you, Potter." He turned and walked away, and I had to fight not to stare after him.
"Bye Malfoy," I called after a few moments. There was no response. I stood there for a few moments before heading back to Gryffindor.
*
I entered the Great Hall and approached the Gryffindor table. Ginny rose out of her seat and pressed her lips gently to mine. We stood there kissing for a few moments and when we finally let go, Ginny was smiling. (A/N: Ewww! Sorry for blinding you.)
"How was your night?" she asked.
"It was good," I said taking my seat. I took a piece of toast, smeared blueberry jam on it and shoved the whole thing into my mouth, "yours?"
"Terrible. Had this scary dream that you left me."
"I'd never do that," I replied, and put my arm around her, drawing her body closer to mine. (A/N: Let's hope he does!)
"Good," she mumbled sleepily and began to play with my messy hair. I handed her an apple and she took it, biting into it.
"Oh good!" Ron said, from across them, "I was just bursting from all the waiting of your arrival, Harry. I couldn't wait for you to get here and snuggle up with my sister. I have a desperate craving to lose my breakfast." Hermione thwapped him on the head and her eyes unfocused as she made eye contact with someone across the room.
"Ginny!" Hermione said suddenly, startling the two of us, "let's go for some Girl Talk before class starts." Ginny glanced confusedly at Hermione, nodded and turned to me.
"What do you have now?" she asked.
"Potions."
"Damn it, I was hoping you could skip with me. Oh well... see you at lunch," she said, pulling me into another long kiss. When she pulled away I caught the disgusted look on Ron's face. Ginny and Hermione turned and walked away, talking animatedly.
"So.... how's the relationship?" Ron asked, smiling knowingly.
"It's fabulous. I really like Ginny. Not sure if she likes me, though," I admitted and Ron stared at me.
"Right. You're blind, Harry. She loves you. Has since she first laid eyes on you. You've got nothing to worry about." I smiled at my best friend.
"Glad to hear it."
"Yes and if you hurt her, I know where you sleep," Ron pointed out.
"I'll sleep tonight," I said sarcastically. Ron grinned.
"Coming to Potions?" he asked.
"Think I'd skip and risk Snape's fury?" I shot back.
"Let's go then," Ron said and we set off for class. As I neared the doors to the Great Hall it felt like someone was watching me. But when I turned to look, whoever it was stopped.
*
Potions was certainly interesting. Ron and Hermione were just as touchy/feely as they'd been before Hermione's swearing off of kissing Ron. I was glad they weren't fighting anymore, but I knew I'd never get used to seeing my two best friends kiss passionately.
Of course, that's not why Potions was interesting. I have the tendancy to let my mind wander. So that when I'm thinking about one thing, another thought will venture into the recesses of my mind. I'll try to stay on track.
Potions was interesting because of Snape. Snape is horrible. He insists on making my life miserable. But that day, he was just stupid.
"Longbottom!" Snape shouted from his desk, "If I have to watch you explode one more cauldron, I'm going to take a round fifty points from Gryffindor." Neville nodded, bit his lip and his eyes travelled to Hermione's sympathetic look. Automatically, it seemed, Hermione came to Neville's rescue. I glared at Snape before adding the Vampire Dandruff to my potion. I was refusing to touch it, and using latex gloves.
Ron was concocting his own mixture of strange things. It was a red, orange and yellow coloured liquid. It had little chunks of random things in it. A couple of my hairs and Ron's, a bit of my shoelace, Ron's own saliva, a bit of some shit in a jar (no, not actual shit) I'd found on Snape's desk, and even Lavender Brown's hairpin. Snape was on the other side of the room, when I glanced up. So I dared Ron to drink it all in one shot. He looked up, checking himself that Snape was safely preoccupied, and downed half the glass in one shot.
Ron began to splutter and cough violently and that was when Snape looked, up, saw what the two of us were up to and began to walk across the room.
"Weasley, give that to me!" Snape ordered. Ron shook his head and began walking toward the sink.
"I'll just pour it out."
"No give it to me," Snape shouted, gathering the attention of all in the classroom.
"Sir, I'm already halfway there," Ron replied and he was quite right.
"GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" Snape roared and Ron gave him a surprised look.
"Sorry," Ron muttered, walking toward Snape, "didn't realize being a teacher was such a stressful job." I snorted with laughter and had to duck under the table to hide it. Unfortunately, the class heard him (and were laughing heartily), as did Snape.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor for insubordination!" Ron have him a dirty look before sitting down again and rolling his eyes. When I looked across the room at Snape, I saw that he was talking with Malfoy. They were discussing Potions. I listened to some of their words.
"But if I add that, won't it explode?" Malfoy asked and Snape read the paragraph he was ponting to in a book.
"Everyone stop what you're doing," Snape said quickly. Everyone stopped.
"Draco here has found a mistake. If you add the Armadillo bile to the Vampire Dandruff, the potion will explode.
That was when Neville's cauldron shot across the room and dented a wall. Neville glanced up, a look of total embarassment on his face.
"Seeing as you didn't know it would explode, Longbottom, I'll let you off this time. Go get your cauldron," Snape snapped and Neville rushed across the room to pick it up as the bell rang.
"Since my job is so stressful, why don't I give you a dose. Three paged report on this potion and why it exploded." Everyone groaned and sent death glares Ron's way.
"Hey.... three pages nothing compared to you remark," I said and Ron grinned.
"That's right. Looks like we'll have lots of homework tonight, though."
*
My hands roamed Ginny's body, my mouth upon hers. Her hands raked through my hair. I took my time kissing some of the skin on her neck. She shuddered and rolled herself onto the bed, bringing me down on top of her. I covered her face with kisses, soft, sweet kisses that left Ginny moaning softly.
When we'd finally taken what we wanted from each other, we lay there, my arms encircling her waist.
"That was amazing, Harry," Ginny whispered. I laughed.
"Glad to hear."
"I love you." Lying there with my arms around Ginny, I thought about the words that had just come out of my girlfriend's mouth. And I didn't say them back.
(A/N: Good, it's over. Sorry! My wonderful muse, Todd, happens to adore G/H. That's one thing we don't agree on! On with the chapter.)
*
It was a week later, and Ginny was still mad at me. We weren't offically broken up. But we hadn't made up, either. I found I didn't miss Ginny. Probably because Ginny had made a huge deal out of my lack of words. Just because I hadn't told her I'd loved her, she was ignoring me. I decided to mention it to Hermione.
"Hey Hermione," I said sitting across from her at a table in the Gryffindor common room. She was reading a book. She grunted her greetings and continued reading. Ron was talking with Seamus and Dean a couple tables away. They were laughing and shouting. Hermione didn't take any notice.
"Er... can I ask you something, Hermione?" Her brown head rose as she tore her eyes away from her book.
"Shoot," she said and locked her eyes on mine.
"Has Ginny mentioned any kind of fight to you?" I asked, not wasting any time.
"Yeah," Hermione replied, averting her eyes and picking up her feather quill. She wrote something down on her parchment.
"Did she say why she was mad?" I inquired.
"Yeah," she said again.
"Hermione, you have a much bigger vocabulary than the word yes." I was a bit annoyed. "Why is she mad at me?" I demanded.
"Well Harry..." she started.
"I know there's some sort of policy about girls keeping secrets between them, but I'm desperate. She just storms out on me. I don't get it."
"There's no such policy. I'll tell you why she's mad. Because she told you she loves you and you didn't say anything back." She began writing again.
"What is with you women? You can never come out and say exactly what you want to say. You have to be all secrective about it. I'm seventeen. Is it so wrong I don't want to tell her I love her. I don't know if I love her!" I said and Hermione looked at me.
"Well then why are you with her?"
"Because I like her. Or I think I do. I enjoy her company. There. She's fun to be around. But I'm not ready to make love declerations!" I said and realized someone else had used that phrase with me. I couldn't remember who.
"I understand. But she's angry that you're with her, and you can't love her. She was so mad she hexed Draco today," Hermione said, a smirk on her face. Malfoy! That was who! He was the one who'd used the phrase 'love declerations'. Why had I used it? I put the question out my mind.
"Where's Ginny?"
"No," Hermione said quickly, "don't go looking for her. Wait a few more days and then explain everything to her. She's still angry at you. Let her cool off." Sometimes Hermione was so intelligent it intimidated me. This time it didn't. I just gave her a quick hug, muttered my thanks and went to join Dean, Seamus and Ron.
*
"Ginny!" I shouted, exactly four days later. I figured she had had time to cool off, "can I talk to you for a moment?" I knocked someone over as I ran by and shouted an apology over my shoulder as I ran to catch up with my girlfriend. I hoped she'd still be mine after this conversation.
"What is it Harry?" she asked, tucking a fiery strand of red hair behind her ear.
"I wanted to apologize for not saying anything nights ago. I really like you and I love being around you, I just... I don't know if it's love. Yet. Give me time!" I stood there, hope etched on every line of my face. Ginny's look made me sigh inwardly, but then she grinned.
"Let's go," she said, taking my hand and guiding me along the corridor.
"Where are we going?"
"Well... we've got loads of make-up sex to look forward to. If we want to get it all done, we're going to have to hurry up!" I grinned and followed after my girlfriend.
That is the end. Of the fic. Just kidding. The end of the chapter. I know it's a bit shorter than the last one, but for some reason I just have more fun writing Draco's POV. The next chapter shall be more interesting. Will Draco and Harry get together? Don't get your hopes up. *Dodges the hurled tomatoes* Um.... gonna go now.
Sorry again for the G/H. I really don't like it so writing it made me shudder. I don't like reading it, think how much it sucks for me to write it. If you do like reading Ginny/Harry, well then I hope you like it, even if I didn't.
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Disclaimer: This isn't mine, dammit! Why do insist on asking me when I've already told you. It's JK Rowling's! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. (I wish I owned Draco).
Rating: R
Author's Note: Oh my God! I am appalled at the feedback I've gotten! Appalled in a good way! I can hardly believe it. I had to put this up as soon as possible, seeing as I did indeed get five reviews! Thank you so very much, all of you!
Thanks to Carly (my faithful reviewer who has never failed to brighten my day with a review), LadyDeath, Cyber (thanks for reviewing all of my stories, it made me smile!), PromDateWithNoEyes, alexandra (something like that, yeah....), Copocobana (you're right... they are slightly rushed thoughts. I loved Catcher In The Rye, amazing book. I always thought Draco's sarcasm and cynicism was a mask... hopefully I can make him more sarcastic in this chapter and the ones following it), Emiko (I adore Draco as well, can you teach me the Draco dance?), Anna, kittycatgirl, Your Silencer (I love the energizer bunny, just keep going and going and going...), Ru Av Natten (I enjoyed writing Draco and Hermione's conversations as they're both very intelligent and seem to be on the same wave-length), bthatcher2002 (glad you liked it!), hyalite, sarsar, Jessica Jevees (thanks for reviewing, you're gonna love this chapter, plenty of Harry feeling and thinking).
And thanks to LadyDeath, Scott, Dark Angel, Souf-up, WitchGirl and Cyber for adding to their favourites list! Thanks to a for adding me! You rock a!!!
Thanks to muse Todd, who makes me write about everything. The tiny, tiny amount of disgusting fluff in this chapter will beging the earning of my R rating. Todd made me write it. Don't blame in your review. Blame him.
Oh yes! Wait! I want you all, before you read this, to bow your heads in memory of an extremely amazing person! Today, December 9th, is the 22nd anniversary of the death of John Lennon. If you don't know who he is, well, you're crazy. He's one of the members of The Beatles. The most amazing band in the world after Nirvana. John Lennon was murdered 22 years ago today. In the words of Albus Dumbledore, 'Death is but the next great adventure'. Rest in peace, John!
Hermione, Ron and I watched as everyone began to take their turns with Firenze. Ron cackled madly when Firenze rejected Pansy Parkinson. Hermione looked nervous when her turn came around, but she had fun. At Ron's turn he was screamed "I'm the king of the world!" and the like. Everyone went silent when Malfoy approached Frienze. I felt my stomach flip flop (probably because I was worried Malfoy would somehow try to get Hagrid fired) as I watched him walk toward the centaur. He looked nervous. But what was I thinking, Malfoys never get nervous.
Ron and I gasped when Malfoy put his hand on Firenze's back, and Firenze visibly relaxed. We stared at the two of them in utter bewilderment. Then we looked at each other.
"Ron...." I said slowly, as the two of thee rode off around the lake, "if Hermione trusts Malfoy, and Firenze trusts Malfoy... maybe we should too." Ron looked at me with a shocked look on his face.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I think I am," I replied.
"Oh I'm so proud of you!" Hermione shrieked and threw her arms around me and then Ron. We were silent after that. Malfoy and Firenze were circling the lake and coming back toward the class. Malfoy got off of Firenze and began to walk away.
"Oh Draco!" Firenze shouted and Malfoy turned around to hear the cantaur's last words. That was part of the reason I decided to do it. The minute Malfoy had touched Firenze and the centaur hadn't flinched away in pain or fear, I knew he was trustworthy. And when Firenze called him Draco (and I'd been calling him Malfoy for years) that told me something. Maybe I couldn't see the real picture. In life, if you want something bad enough, you'll work for it. If I want to destroy Voldemort so badly, I'll take anyone. Even Malfoy.
Maybe Malfoy was a spoiled, stuck up little rich kid, but he wasn't evil. I was sure of that. If Hermione didn't think him evil, then who were we to doubt her judgement?
So when Malfoy came up and asked for our friendship, I accepted. It was not long after that, I became very taken to that spoiled, stuck up little rich kid. When you have a girlfriend, that can be a bad thing.
*
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" I asked when I ascended a flight of stairs to find the blonde boy at the top of them, reading a book.
"I'm dying!" Malfoy said, very dramatically, and dropped the book. He lay against the wall and stuck his tongue out. He stayed like that for a a good ten seconds. Then he sat up and picked the book up off the floor, "reading."
I felt sort of stupid. He'd been reading a book. I was much too suspicious of Malfoy. I had to get to know him better. So I slunk down beside him on the floor and glanced at the book he was reading.
"Life in the Fancy?" I read off the cover, "what's it about?"
"Nothing," Malfoy said in all too much of a rush. Annoyed that he wasn't being completely honest with me, I opened the book to a random place and began to read out loud.
"Jake grasped Doug's throbbing manhood, stroking it up and down -" I read and stopped, thinking about what I'd read, "huh?"
"Thanks a lot, I'm not there yet!" Malfoy complained and I stared at him, jaw slack.
"You read this stuff?"
"Sometimes," he said and I could scarcely believe it.
"Isn't Jake a man's name?" I inquired.
"Most of the time, yes," Malfoy said, "do you like that kind of stuff? Would you like to borrow it?"
"Um...." I said, "yes, I would." I was horrified. Had that just come out of my mouth? I didn't want Malfoy making incorrect assumptions about me. Inside I was screaming. This was so not good. Outside, I smiled and closed the book for him.
"You can borrow it when I'm finished in a couple days," Malfoy said and fixed his gaze on my eyes.
"Right," I mumbled, "so.... since we're sort of friends now.... we could ask each other questions about ourselves."
"Shotgun!" Malfoy said and I found myself laughing.
"All right, what do you want to know?" I asked.
"The most obvious thing," Malfoy replied, tilting his head back on the wall. It exposed the creamy white skin of his neck. I suddenly had difficulty swallowing.
"Which is?"
"Well, if you tell me about your background, I'll tell you about mine. There's hardly anything to tell but...." Malfoy stretched out his legs.
"Oh. From the beginning?" Malfoy studied me carefully. Then he spoke, though it seemed as though he headn't moved his mouth.
"From the beginning." I could have lied to him or fled right from him. But something about his eyes told me he could be trusted.
"Okay. All I remember about my parents' death is a green flash and...." I paused. I had never told anyone the story from my side. Now that someone had asked.... I knew I would tell it. I wanted people to know. Malfoy had an encouraging look on his face. .... And a lot of laughter. Probably Voldemort's." Malfoy's eyes went wide.
"You said his name!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, I did. It's just a name. So, continuing.... that's all I really remember. But I've *heard* my parents' death. Because when the dementors get near me, I hear them being murdered." Malfoy's face went whiter than his hair.
"Oh God. I teased you about that. I'm so sorry." He looked sincere about it, too. I waved the apology away and went on.
"Voldemort came to their house on Halloween night. My Dad fought him to give my Mum time to run. He died courageously that night. For her and for me. I know my Mum burst though a couple doors and then Voldemort caught up with her. He didn't want to kill my Mum. He wanted to kill me. But my mother would have none of it. She died that night, to save me. My mother and father sacrificed their lives for me. I'm grateful for it. But I miss them so much." I was horrified when I felt tears on my face.
Malfoy saw them too, and he wiped them away before putting his arms around me. It was heavenly. When he finally let go, I was a bit disappointed. Which was an insane thought. But I had more to tell.
"Somehow when Voldemort turned his wand on me, I didn't die. It was because of my mother. When she died to save me that night, she gave a certain amount of protection to me. Her love saved my life." I didn't want to cry anymore but a few more tears escaped. "My only living relatives were a bunch of muggles. My Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and their disgusting son Dudley Dursley. I've lived there for a good majority of my life. And I hate it. For the first ten years of my life they told me my parents had died in a car crash. They lied about me being a wizard and when I got my letter to go to Hogwarts, they wouldn't let me read it. But the letters kept coming. It got so bad, we went and lived in a hut on a rock. Hagrid came to that little hut, told me about wizards and witches, and what had really happened to my parents."
"That's horrible!" Malfoy said, "There must be a law about muggles lieing to wizards. How could they not tell you the truth about your parents. Or that you're not some ordinary boy. You're the Boy-Who-Lived. And they never told you any of it. It's insane. It really is." I smirked.
"Yeah. Well enough about me, what about you?"
"Oh great. Let's see... when I was a baby, I don't remember anything important at all. My father was a very demanding man but he never wanted hugs, kisses, love declerations or hope descriptions. I never once heard him say 'I love you, Draco' or 'Just keep hoping and it'll happen, Draco'. My mother nags me so much.... I just want to sock her in the face. She won't leave me alone for even a minute of the day. She'll bring clean clothes into my room, going on about how impossible it is to open my door. She's carrying clothes in her arms. What the hell does she expect?" I laughed. Maybe I shouldn't have, but Malfoy's parents sounded a lot like Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
"My mother and father are particularly fond of my name. Draco. It comes fter every thing they say to me. 'Think about joining our side, Draco' or "What are you doing, Draco? Put that down, Draco!' or even 'Do that again and I'll hit you, Draco'. God damn it, does it ever piss me off."
"They hits you?" I asked.
"My father and only a little. Usually when I'm "being really stupid". He doesn't hit very hard. I bruise easy. But you know.... still annoys me."
"If it makes you feel better, my cousin Dudley punched me in the nose quite often. Broke it once. Uncle Vernon made me keep it broken for two hours before he took me to the hospital. That was definitely annoying."
"Bloody hell, that's bad." Yes it is, I wanted to say but found I couldn't. I was busy staring at Malfoy's hair. It looked really soft. I felt like reaching out and putting my hand on it. I have a feeling Malfoy would have run very fast in the opposite direction if I had. (A/N: Don't you wish he'd done it!) I put my hands in my pockets for safety.
"My turn. Got a girlfriend?"
"No," Malfoy said, in a disappointed tone of voice.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Malfoy nodded vaguely.
"I was dating a kid named Alex not long ago...." Malfoy said, shrugging.
"Oh you mean short for Alexandra, right?" I asked.
"Yeah.... Alexandra was her name." He looked put out. I decided not to comment on it, "so who are you dating?"
"Ginny," I answered, smiling widely, "I really like her." Malfoy nodded, his head bent down.
"How serious are you two?" Malfoy asked.
"Serious," I replied. I wasn't sure if I should be admitting very personal stuff to Malfoy just yet.
"How serious?" More firmly this time. I was silent "Have you have sex?" he asked, eyes darting swiftly to search my face.
"Yes," I replied.
"Mon dieu!" Malfoy exclaimed, "the Weasley daughter.... sex at fifteen!"
"She'd turned sixteen," I said quickly, remembering how hesitant I'd been the time. On her birthday we'd done it. We really respected each other and it hadn't changed our relationship one bit, "she has her birthday in June."
"So I presume you do it regularly, then?" Malfoy asked. I felt uncomfortable but everyone in the school knew about Ginny and I after Colin Creevey had taken snapshots of us in a very unpleasant situation. It wasn't like Malfoy could spread rumors. Besides... this was an interesting conversation and I felt as though I could tell Malfoy pretty much anything.
"Yes."
"I have to go...."
"Where?" I demanded.
"Meeting with a Ravenclaw," Malfoy answered, picking up his book and getting to his feet. I rose as well.
"I though you said you don't have a girlfriend," I pointed out.
"I don't. It doesn't stop me from the occasional one-night stand. See you, Potter." He turned and walked away, and I had to fight not to stare after him.
"Bye Malfoy," I called after a few moments. There was no response. I stood there for a few moments before heading back to Gryffindor.
*
I entered the Great Hall and approached the Gryffindor table. Ginny rose out of her seat and pressed her lips gently to mine. We stood there kissing for a few moments and when we finally let go, Ginny was smiling. (A/N: Ewww! Sorry for blinding you.)
"How was your night?" she asked.
"It was good," I said taking my seat. I took a piece of toast, smeared blueberry jam on it and shoved the whole thing into my mouth, "yours?"
"Terrible. Had this scary dream that you left me."
"I'd never do that," I replied, and put my arm around her, drawing her body closer to mine. (A/N: Let's hope he does!)
"Good," she mumbled sleepily and began to play with my messy hair. I handed her an apple and she took it, biting into it.
"Oh good!" Ron said, from across them, "I was just bursting from all the waiting of your arrival, Harry. I couldn't wait for you to get here and snuggle up with my sister. I have a desperate craving to lose my breakfast." Hermione thwapped him on the head and her eyes unfocused as she made eye contact with someone across the room.
"Ginny!" Hermione said suddenly, startling the two of us, "let's go for some Girl Talk before class starts." Ginny glanced confusedly at Hermione, nodded and turned to me.
"What do you have now?" she asked.
"Potions."
"Damn it, I was hoping you could skip with me. Oh well... see you at lunch," she said, pulling me into another long kiss. When she pulled away I caught the disgusted look on Ron's face. Ginny and Hermione turned and walked away, talking animatedly.
"So.... how's the relationship?" Ron asked, smiling knowingly.
"It's fabulous. I really like Ginny. Not sure if she likes me, though," I admitted and Ron stared at me.
"Right. You're blind, Harry. She loves you. Has since she first laid eyes on you. You've got nothing to worry about." I smiled at my best friend.
"Glad to hear it."
"Yes and if you hurt her, I know where you sleep," Ron pointed out.
"I'll sleep tonight," I said sarcastically. Ron grinned.
"Coming to Potions?" he asked.
"Think I'd skip and risk Snape's fury?" I shot back.
"Let's go then," Ron said and we set off for class. As I neared the doors to the Great Hall it felt like someone was watching me. But when I turned to look, whoever it was stopped.
*
Potions was certainly interesting. Ron and Hermione were just as touchy/feely as they'd been before Hermione's swearing off of kissing Ron. I was glad they weren't fighting anymore, but I knew I'd never get used to seeing my two best friends kiss passionately.
Of course, that's not why Potions was interesting. I have the tendancy to let my mind wander. So that when I'm thinking about one thing, another thought will venture into the recesses of my mind. I'll try to stay on track.
Potions was interesting because of Snape. Snape is horrible. He insists on making my life miserable. But that day, he was just stupid.
"Longbottom!" Snape shouted from his desk, "If I have to watch you explode one more cauldron, I'm going to take a round fifty points from Gryffindor." Neville nodded, bit his lip and his eyes travelled to Hermione's sympathetic look. Automatically, it seemed, Hermione came to Neville's rescue. I glared at Snape before adding the Vampire Dandruff to my potion. I was refusing to touch it, and using latex gloves.
Ron was concocting his own mixture of strange things. It was a red, orange and yellow coloured liquid. It had little chunks of random things in it. A couple of my hairs and Ron's, a bit of my shoelace, Ron's own saliva, a bit of some shit in a jar (no, not actual shit) I'd found on Snape's desk, and even Lavender Brown's hairpin. Snape was on the other side of the room, when I glanced up. So I dared Ron to drink it all in one shot. He looked up, checking himself that Snape was safely preoccupied, and downed half the glass in one shot.
Ron began to splutter and cough violently and that was when Snape looked, up, saw what the two of us were up to and began to walk across the room.
"Weasley, give that to me!" Snape ordered. Ron shook his head and began walking toward the sink.
"I'll just pour it out."
"No give it to me," Snape shouted, gathering the attention of all in the classroom.
"Sir, I'm already halfway there," Ron replied and he was quite right.
"GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" Snape roared and Ron gave him a surprised look.
"Sorry," Ron muttered, walking toward Snape, "didn't realize being a teacher was such a stressful job." I snorted with laughter and had to duck under the table to hide it. Unfortunately, the class heard him (and were laughing heartily), as did Snape.
"Thirty points from Gryffindor for insubordination!" Ron have him a dirty look before sitting down again and rolling his eyes. When I looked across the room at Snape, I saw that he was talking with Malfoy. They were discussing Potions. I listened to some of their words.
"But if I add that, won't it explode?" Malfoy asked and Snape read the paragraph he was ponting to in a book.
"Everyone stop what you're doing," Snape said quickly. Everyone stopped.
"Draco here has found a mistake. If you add the Armadillo bile to the Vampire Dandruff, the potion will explode.
That was when Neville's cauldron shot across the room and dented a wall. Neville glanced up, a look of total embarassment on his face.
"Seeing as you didn't know it would explode, Longbottom, I'll let you off this time. Go get your cauldron," Snape snapped and Neville rushed across the room to pick it up as the bell rang.
"Since my job is so stressful, why don't I give you a dose. Three paged report on this potion and why it exploded." Everyone groaned and sent death glares Ron's way.
"Hey.... three pages nothing compared to you remark," I said and Ron grinned.
"That's right. Looks like we'll have lots of homework tonight, though."
*
My hands roamed Ginny's body, my mouth upon hers. Her hands raked through my hair. I took my time kissing some of the skin on her neck. She shuddered and rolled herself onto the bed, bringing me down on top of her. I covered her face with kisses, soft, sweet kisses that left Ginny moaning softly.
When we'd finally taken what we wanted from each other, we lay there, my arms encircling her waist.
"That was amazing, Harry," Ginny whispered. I laughed.
"Glad to hear."
"I love you." Lying there with my arms around Ginny, I thought about the words that had just come out of my girlfriend's mouth. And I didn't say them back.
(A/N: Good, it's over. Sorry! My wonderful muse, Todd, happens to adore G/H. That's one thing we don't agree on! On with the chapter.)
*
It was a week later, and Ginny was still mad at me. We weren't offically broken up. But we hadn't made up, either. I found I didn't miss Ginny. Probably because Ginny had made a huge deal out of my lack of words. Just because I hadn't told her I'd loved her, she was ignoring me. I decided to mention it to Hermione.
"Hey Hermione," I said sitting across from her at a table in the Gryffindor common room. She was reading a book. She grunted her greetings and continued reading. Ron was talking with Seamus and Dean a couple tables away. They were laughing and shouting. Hermione didn't take any notice.
"Er... can I ask you something, Hermione?" Her brown head rose as she tore her eyes away from her book.
"Shoot," she said and locked her eyes on mine.
"Has Ginny mentioned any kind of fight to you?" I asked, not wasting any time.
"Yeah," Hermione replied, averting her eyes and picking up her feather quill. She wrote something down on her parchment.
"Did she say why she was mad?" I inquired.
"Yeah," she said again.
"Hermione, you have a much bigger vocabulary than the word yes." I was a bit annoyed. "Why is she mad at me?" I demanded.
"Well Harry..." she started.
"I know there's some sort of policy about girls keeping secrets between them, but I'm desperate. She just storms out on me. I don't get it."
"There's no such policy. I'll tell you why she's mad. Because she told you she loves you and you didn't say anything back." She began writing again.
"What is with you women? You can never come out and say exactly what you want to say. You have to be all secrective about it. I'm seventeen. Is it so wrong I don't want to tell her I love her. I don't know if I love her!" I said and Hermione looked at me.
"Well then why are you with her?"
"Because I like her. Or I think I do. I enjoy her company. There. She's fun to be around. But I'm not ready to make love declerations!" I said and realized someone else had used that phrase with me. I couldn't remember who.
"I understand. But she's angry that you're with her, and you can't love her. She was so mad she hexed Draco today," Hermione said, a smirk on her face. Malfoy! That was who! He was the one who'd used the phrase 'love declerations'. Why had I used it? I put the question out my mind.
"Where's Ginny?"
"No," Hermione said quickly, "don't go looking for her. Wait a few more days and then explain everything to her. She's still angry at you. Let her cool off." Sometimes Hermione was so intelligent it intimidated me. This time it didn't. I just gave her a quick hug, muttered my thanks and went to join Dean, Seamus and Ron.
*
"Ginny!" I shouted, exactly four days later. I figured she had had time to cool off, "can I talk to you for a moment?" I knocked someone over as I ran by and shouted an apology over my shoulder as I ran to catch up with my girlfriend. I hoped she'd still be mine after this conversation.
"What is it Harry?" she asked, tucking a fiery strand of red hair behind her ear.
"I wanted to apologize for not saying anything nights ago. I really like you and I love being around you, I just... I don't know if it's love. Yet. Give me time!" I stood there, hope etched on every line of my face. Ginny's look made me sigh inwardly, but then she grinned.
"Let's go," she said, taking my hand and guiding me along the corridor.
"Where are we going?"
"Well... we've got loads of make-up sex to look forward to. If we want to get it all done, we're going to have to hurry up!" I grinned and followed after my girlfriend.
That is the end. Of the fic. Just kidding. The end of the chapter. I know it's a bit shorter than the last one, but for some reason I just have more fun writing Draco's POV. The next chapter shall be more interesting. Will Draco and Harry get together? Don't get your hopes up. *Dodges the hurled tomatoes* Um.... gonna go now.
Sorry again for the G/H. I really don't like it so writing it made me shudder. I don't like reading it, think how much it sucks for me to write it. If you do like reading Ginny/Harry, well then I hope you like it, even if I didn't.
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