Whoo! Updating really early in the morning today because my mom won't let
me have computer later. A few people I know have pointed out how short the
chapters are, and I would just like to apologize. I have only around 20-30
minutes to write and upload. Not to mention do all the other things I have
to do on the computer. I'm very sorry if they are too short, but I'm
normally crunched on time.
The rain poured down in merciless torrents onto their heads. "What are you playing at, Malfoy."
Draco raised his head, finally looking Harry in the eye. Though Harry could barely see this through the blinding sheets of rain. "Don't you get it, you dimwitted prick!?" Draco yelled over the sound.
"What was that!?" Harry yelled back at him angrily.
"You don't get it, do you!" Malfoy screamed.
"What are you talking about!?" Harry returned, "You aren't making any sense, fool!"
"You just can't see it, can you? YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT!"
"What... are you... TALKING ABOUT!?"
"I LOVE YOU, POTTER! GODDAMMIT!"
The wind howled, tossing rain drops against them. Silence blanketed them awkwardly. "W-what...?" Harry said softly. Malfoy could not have heard him. He looked down at the soggy ground. He was so confused. What the devil was Malfoy playing at. He frowned. What was going on in his head? This was all so confusing, so damn confusing. Did Malfoy expect him to answer that? How could he answer that...?
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice as Draco silently left the field.
The next morning Hermione entered the Great Hall with her usual armfuls of books to find Harry with his head down on the table sleeping soundly.
"He was up all night!" Whispered Ron as she sat down beside him. "I woke up to go to the bathroom at around 3:00, and he was still wide awake.!"
"Why?" said Hermione quietly, helping herself to a plateful of food.
"No idea." Said Ron, shrugging his shoulders. "When he came in this evening he was sopping wet! I supposed he'd been out in the rain...He was so bloody out of it! I had to prod him to remind him he was dripping all over the floor!"
"Hrm..." said Hermione. "Why was he out in the rain? The match was over before the rain even started."
"Grmpf...Ron...Hand me some 'o them sausages." Said Harry sleepily, yawning.
"Oh! You're awake! How quaint." Said Ron sarcastically handing him the platter. "Why in the devil where you up all night last night?"
"Couldn't sleep. Had a lot on my mind." He said, shoving a sausage into his mouth.
"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with Harry. Just like he said. It's hard to go to sleep with something on your mind." Spoke up Hermione, smiling.
Ron glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. 'Tell you later' mouthed Hermione.
During History of Magic Harry fell asleep at his desk and Ron and Hermione sat in front of him, so Professor Bins couldn't see. Hermione has had a small grin on her face since breakfast and Ron prodded her now "So, are you going to tell me what's up or just keep it a secret?"
"Oh can't you tell, Ron." She said giggling. "He's in love!" she smiled broadly. "I can tell just from looking at him. He's got it in his eyes...Such an extraordinarily beautiful thing..."
Ron blinked, his mouth hanging open unchecked. "Er..." he said.
"He's obviously a bit confused about it. Probably hasn't even realized how he feels yet." Hermione smiled softly, turning around to look at Harry. "I do hope it works out for him."
"That's it?" Said Ron incredulously. "You're not even curious as to who it is?"
"Ron! Don't you dare ask him!" said Hermione, prodding him with her wand menacingly.
"OK, OK, I promise I won't ask...Blimey..."
Hermione grinned.
The rain poured down in merciless torrents onto their heads. "What are you playing at, Malfoy."
Draco raised his head, finally looking Harry in the eye. Though Harry could barely see this through the blinding sheets of rain. "Don't you get it, you dimwitted prick!?" Draco yelled over the sound.
"What was that!?" Harry yelled back at him angrily.
"You don't get it, do you!" Malfoy screamed.
"What are you talking about!?" Harry returned, "You aren't making any sense, fool!"
"You just can't see it, can you? YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT!"
"What... are you... TALKING ABOUT!?"
"I LOVE YOU, POTTER! GODDAMMIT!"
The wind howled, tossing rain drops against them. Silence blanketed them awkwardly. "W-what...?" Harry said softly. Malfoy could not have heard him. He looked down at the soggy ground. He was so confused. What the devil was Malfoy playing at. He frowned. What was going on in his head? This was all so confusing, so damn confusing. Did Malfoy expect him to answer that? How could he answer that...?
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice as Draco silently left the field.
The next morning Hermione entered the Great Hall with her usual armfuls of books to find Harry with his head down on the table sleeping soundly.
"He was up all night!" Whispered Ron as she sat down beside him. "I woke up to go to the bathroom at around 3:00, and he was still wide awake.!"
"Why?" said Hermione quietly, helping herself to a plateful of food.
"No idea." Said Ron, shrugging his shoulders. "When he came in this evening he was sopping wet! I supposed he'd been out in the rain...He was so bloody out of it! I had to prod him to remind him he was dripping all over the floor!"
"Hrm..." said Hermione. "Why was he out in the rain? The match was over before the rain even started."
"Grmpf...Ron...Hand me some 'o them sausages." Said Harry sleepily, yawning.
"Oh! You're awake! How quaint." Said Ron sarcastically handing him the platter. "Why in the devil where you up all night last night?"
"Couldn't sleep. Had a lot on my mind." He said, shoving a sausage into his mouth.
"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with Harry. Just like he said. It's hard to go to sleep with something on your mind." Spoke up Hermione, smiling.
Ron glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. 'Tell you later' mouthed Hermione.
During History of Magic Harry fell asleep at his desk and Ron and Hermione sat in front of him, so Professor Bins couldn't see. Hermione has had a small grin on her face since breakfast and Ron prodded her now "So, are you going to tell me what's up or just keep it a secret?"
"Oh can't you tell, Ron." She said giggling. "He's in love!" she smiled broadly. "I can tell just from looking at him. He's got it in his eyes...Such an extraordinarily beautiful thing..."
Ron blinked, his mouth hanging open unchecked. "Er..." he said.
"He's obviously a bit confused about it. Probably hasn't even realized how he feels yet." Hermione smiled softly, turning around to look at Harry. "I do hope it works out for him."
"That's it?" Said Ron incredulously. "You're not even curious as to who it is?"
"Ron! Don't you dare ask him!" said Hermione, prodding him with her wand menacingly.
"OK, OK, I promise I won't ask...Blimey..."
Hermione grinned.