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Pfft. we all know I don't own them ( so. moving along...
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You've been warned, so here we go, on with the story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was loud pounding on the door and Harry could hear Hermione's voice bellowing through from the other side.
"Harry!!! You can't stay locked in you room all day!! Come out and talk, please?!?" The desperation in her tone was enough to drive anyone mad. He gave in and came storming out.
"I don't want to talk! Ok?! I want to be left alone where no one can find me and the slytherins can't go on and on about what happened on the Quidditch pitch this morning!"
Hermione looked at Harry bewildered, firstly because of the way he had just yelled at her, and secondly because she had no idea what he was one about.
"Harry, "She paused, wondering whether she should even ask. "What happened on the Quidditch pitch?" She almost wished she hadn't spoken as his mouth dropped open and his eyes almost flew out of their sockets.
"You mean. no one knows?"
"knows what, Harry??" She eyed him suspiciously for a moment and watched in complete confusion as Harry shoved past her and ran through the common room and out the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He found Malfoy after several lengthy searches of the castle and a trip back up to the dormitory - carefully avoiding Hermione - to get the Marauders map.
Malfoy was sitting alone in an empty classroom over looking the Quidditch pitch, scribbling furiously in a small, black book. Harry decided not to knock, and let himself into the small, unfamiliar classroom. The sight before him almost shocked him to death.
Malfoy was sitting before him, quill in hand, crying furiously onto the page before him. He looked up swiftly as he heard Harry enter the room. With one quick movement of his robe across his face and the quick slamming of the book, the blonde turned to Harry with an ice glare to match Jack Frost's.
"Can I help you, potter?" He snarled, trying to sound mean and stoic but failing *almost* miserably. His hands were shaking and he hadn't really wiped many of the still falling tears from his eyes and his small face.
Harry took a deep breath and marched over to where Malfoy was sitting, trying not to break under the pressure of the glare from the younger boy, (*I dunno who's older or younger, I felt like making Dray younger in this cos he's older in my other one, which sux. Lol* ) who's eyes followed him across the room.
Harry noticed that Draco's eyes were shining a vivid sky blue - with a little help from the tears or course. He sat down next to the blonde and tried to remain calm.
"What happened to the tape recorder, Malfoy?" He asked in his 'I'm-trying- to-act-like-I-don't-care-but-I-really-do' voice. He looked around the desk momentarily, then settled with the fact that it wasn't there.
"Gone." Was all the other boy said in reply. He reached for the black book, then hesitated when he saw the look of question on Harry's face. "You want an explanation, Potter?" he didn't wait for a reply, but instead stood to leave. "Read this." He tossed the small book into Harry's lap and strode out of the room. He didn't look back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry sat with a look of astonishment on his face for some time, before he looked down at the book which had small silver lettering on the font. 'The musings of Draco Lucious Malfoy.' He gaped down at the inanimate object he held in his hands, and felt like he had found his new best friend, a best friend that could make it all better. But he was scared at what it meant that Draco had given him his diary - his private thoughts and longings to read.
The first couple of entries were boring; first day back at school and such nonsense. But then Harry found something that caught his eye. It was the entry Draco had just finished writing. It hand today's date on it.
"I saw him this morning. He was flying. Such grace, ease and style. God, how could anyone resist him? And then I did it, the stupidest thing I've ever done to him, damn Blaise and Pansy for even suggesting it. Damn me even more for doing it. Fuck them and they're bullshit April fools jokes. How could I do that to the man I love?"
Harry almost dropped the book, he didn't finish reading it, but instead, he tucked it into his pocket with his precious map and fled back to the common room praying that Hermione had plenty or homework to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok!!! Sorry it was so short, it's late and I'm tired, I'll make up for it asap, hopefully tomorrow. Well, I dunno where it's headed, in the right direction I hope.
O_o So tired. must sleep, ok, plz review and let me kno if you have any idea's. sorry for all the cliffhangers. I'll probably never finish it anyways :P
Luv Sami XoXo
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You've been warned, so here we go, on with the story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was loud pounding on the door and Harry could hear Hermione's voice bellowing through from the other side.
"Harry!!! You can't stay locked in you room all day!! Come out and talk, please?!?" The desperation in her tone was enough to drive anyone mad. He gave in and came storming out.
"I don't want to talk! Ok?! I want to be left alone where no one can find me and the slytherins can't go on and on about what happened on the Quidditch pitch this morning!"
Hermione looked at Harry bewildered, firstly because of the way he had just yelled at her, and secondly because she had no idea what he was one about.
"Harry, "She paused, wondering whether she should even ask. "What happened on the Quidditch pitch?" She almost wished she hadn't spoken as his mouth dropped open and his eyes almost flew out of their sockets.
"You mean. no one knows?"
"knows what, Harry??" She eyed him suspiciously for a moment and watched in complete confusion as Harry shoved past her and ran through the common room and out the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He found Malfoy after several lengthy searches of the castle and a trip back up to the dormitory - carefully avoiding Hermione - to get the Marauders map.
Malfoy was sitting alone in an empty classroom over looking the Quidditch pitch, scribbling furiously in a small, black book. Harry decided not to knock, and let himself into the small, unfamiliar classroom. The sight before him almost shocked him to death.
Malfoy was sitting before him, quill in hand, crying furiously onto the page before him. He looked up swiftly as he heard Harry enter the room. With one quick movement of his robe across his face and the quick slamming of the book, the blonde turned to Harry with an ice glare to match Jack Frost's.
"Can I help you, potter?" He snarled, trying to sound mean and stoic but failing *almost* miserably. His hands were shaking and he hadn't really wiped many of the still falling tears from his eyes and his small face.
Harry took a deep breath and marched over to where Malfoy was sitting, trying not to break under the pressure of the glare from the younger boy, (*I dunno who's older or younger, I felt like making Dray younger in this cos he's older in my other one, which sux. Lol* ) who's eyes followed him across the room.
Harry noticed that Draco's eyes were shining a vivid sky blue - with a little help from the tears or course. He sat down next to the blonde and tried to remain calm.
"What happened to the tape recorder, Malfoy?" He asked in his 'I'm-trying- to-act-like-I-don't-care-but-I-really-do' voice. He looked around the desk momentarily, then settled with the fact that it wasn't there.
"Gone." Was all the other boy said in reply. He reached for the black book, then hesitated when he saw the look of question on Harry's face. "You want an explanation, Potter?" he didn't wait for a reply, but instead stood to leave. "Read this." He tossed the small book into Harry's lap and strode out of the room. He didn't look back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry sat with a look of astonishment on his face for some time, before he looked down at the book which had small silver lettering on the font. 'The musings of Draco Lucious Malfoy.' He gaped down at the inanimate object he held in his hands, and felt like he had found his new best friend, a best friend that could make it all better. But he was scared at what it meant that Draco had given him his diary - his private thoughts and longings to read.
The first couple of entries were boring; first day back at school and such nonsense. But then Harry found something that caught his eye. It was the entry Draco had just finished writing. It hand today's date on it.
"I saw him this morning. He was flying. Such grace, ease and style. God, how could anyone resist him? And then I did it, the stupidest thing I've ever done to him, damn Blaise and Pansy for even suggesting it. Damn me even more for doing it. Fuck them and they're bullshit April fools jokes. How could I do that to the man I love?"
Harry almost dropped the book, he didn't finish reading it, but instead, he tucked it into his pocket with his precious map and fled back to the common room praying that Hermione had plenty or homework to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok!!! Sorry it was so short, it's late and I'm tired, I'll make up for it asap, hopefully tomorrow. Well, I dunno where it's headed, in the right direction I hope.
O_o So tired. must sleep, ok, plz review and let me kno if you have any idea's. sorry for all the cliffhangers. I'll probably never finish it anyways :P
Luv Sami XoXo