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Haunting
Chapter Two---
Draco entered the
Slytherin common room, exhausted and ready for a good night's rest. He thought
that Amy had gone to sleep, so he took his time walking to his dorm-- but
stopped dead when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Draco, there you are! I was beginning to think that you were purposely
avoiding me!" Amy's obnoxious voice came soaring through the darkness and
stung Draco's ears.
He groaned. "You'd think she'd be able to take a hint!" he muttered
to himself.
"What was that?" Amy inquired.
Draco didn't reply, he
just continued walking towards his dorm. He had just arrived at his door when
he heard footsteps following him again. He turned around to glare at Amy, who
smiled annoyingly in return.
"What do you want?" he asked angrily.
"Don't act like you don't know." Amy fixed him with a pouty glare.
"I don't!" Draco yelled before entering the room and slamming the
door in her face.
Amy stared at the ebony-colored door.
"He's just playing hard-to-get," she consoled herself.
"No
worries. Two can play that game."
She smiled and finally left Draco alone for the first time that day.
Being cautious, Draco locked the door and hoped that Amy was
stupid enough not to know which spell to use to unlock it. Once Draco had finally
gotten into bed, the night seemed to drag on and on forever. Draco couldn't
sleep. His thoughts and emotions had seemingly drained him of his exhaustion.
His mind was fixed on Harry. Draco rolled over in his bed and tried to stop
thinking. It didn't work.
Draco was still
exceedingly shocked about their encounter. This was the boy he'd hated since
the two of them had first met. They were supposed to be arch enemies, and here
Draco was questioning his true feelings for the other boy.
He groaned angrily at himself. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head,
tried to convince himself that they were no more than ridiculous hormonal
ideals. Yet in his treacherous little heart he knew that he could no longer
deny it: It was love that he felt for the Boy Who Lived, or at least lust, but
not hatred. Draco lay in his bed not knowing what to think of his revelation
and before he realized it, he had drifted off into a peaceful sleep clouded by
dreams of lightning bolts and emerald-green eyes.
The following
morning, Draco woke up with a powerful ache in both of his calves. He had
nearly lost count on how many kilometers he ran the day before. As he got up he
felt as if his stiffened calves were going to give out on him. Painfully, he
walked over to his bureau and grabbed a fresh towel, then walked over to the
bathroom. As he waited for the water to warm up, his thoughts centered
themselves on Harry again. He felt his skin tingle as he stepped into the hot
water. It reminded him of the small sensation he had felt when Harry held his
body the day before.
As he drifted off into his thoughts, he tried to search for the numbness that
he felt when Harry's hand had covered his mouth.
"Dreaming?" asked a tell-tale annoying voice.
Draco looked up to see Amy
standing there watching him, her arms crossed over her chest and a satisfied
expression on her face. Angrily, Draco pushed her out of the way and grabbed
his towel, hastily wrapping it around his waist.
"What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" Draco demanded.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied.
"Actually, I wouldn't. So, if you don't mind, would you please get the fuck
out of here?!"
"Pushy!" she pouted and stepped out of the bathroom.
Out in the hallway, she kept yelling at him.
"I hope you know that I did this because I--" But before she could
even finish her sentence, Draco had slammed the door shut.
Once he had dressed,
he decided to walk down to the Great Hall. As he made his way down, he felt his
eyes drift around on their own accord and knew that they searched for Harry.
The hunt continued until Draco's pale blue eyes spotted the raven-haired male.
A small grin crept across Draco's tired face and he quickly picked up his pace.
Just as he reached Harry, Draco saw Ron approach his long time friend. Draco
halted. The two males continued their walk towards the Great Hall. Draco's form
stiffened as he stood behind them, jealousy coursing through him. Out of spite,
he was going to insult the two of them, but an arm suddenly grabbed him and prevented
from doing so.
"It's all right, Draco," the voice said calmly.
Draco groaned. "Not again. What do you want, Amy?" He asked
impatiently.
"Let's walk to our table together." Amy began to pull him in the direction
of the Slytherin table.
"How about not." Draco said and tried to pull out of her grasp.
As he was trying to get away from Amy, Harry turned slightly and spotted him.
His green eyes shifted towards Amy and immediately Harry's face went scarlet
red with anger.
TBC.....
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