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Warning: hmm.third time's a charm, maybe you'll understand this time. This story is about two guys that hug, kiss, and do all that other lovey dovey stuff (I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ^_^). So if you are disgusted by this or find it offensive you can either get some sense and see my way or you can stay stupid and run run run. (There, the quotes this time were from two different The Who songs. 'See My Way' and 'Run Run Run' both of which can be found on the album A Quick One.)
Chapter 3: Distractions (Harry's POV)
"Harry, would you pass me the butter?" .
"Harry.Ron, tap Harry would you?"
"Ow! What was that for?"
"I said tap him, not kick him."
"Well, I got his attention didn't I?" Oh, I must have been zoned again. I wasn't even really thinking about anything. I guess the lack of sleep is showing now. Maybe I can get some sleeping pills from Madam Pomfry. I'll have to go see her later.
"Harry, are you sure you're alright? You've been a bit spacey lately."
"'Mione, give the poor guy a break. I mean honestly! You can't expect him to be happy, can you? After everything that.Ow! What was that for Dean? That's Ron for you. He means well, he really does, just sometimes his mouth doesn't catch up with his brain, or is it the other way around? I dunno. Either way he means well. And he's right, a lot did happen over the summer. I mean, it's not every day you witness the murder of twenty people and come out as the sole survivor. I didn't think it has changed me that much though. I mean, I've never had "normal" occurrences in my life.
Hmm.I wonder how long it will take Ron to figure out why everyone is glaring at him.
"They want you to stop talking about things that happened over the summer because they think I'm still upset enough about it that I would make a scene." Well, that got their attention. Ok, now all the stares are getting annoying. Maybe if I look at that wall over there they will stop bugging me. Why do I always pick a chair facing the Slytherin table? Do I purposely want to torture myself? I mean, I always end up looking at him and wondering. Wondering whether I like him or hate him. You know it's true, what everyone says about there being a thin line between love and hate. It's easy to cross, and sometimes you're not quite sure if you really have crossed it. At least I'm not sure. Well, today I'm just not going to look at him. Plain and simple.
And why do I feel eyes on me? Let's see who it is this time.Gods! Why does it have to be Draco (Draco?! When did it switch to first names?)? And now I'm starring back. I should look away, but I don't want to break eye contact. God! His eyes are so beautiful! They look like frozen pools of water with snow specks on top. They're so deep! It's like you could spend a lifetime wandering through them and never get bored. I wonder what those eyes look like when he smiles. I sure would like to find out. How do you go about making a stuck up prat smile? And I mean a genuine smile, not one of those half ass smirks he usually wears. I wonder.
"Harry, are you alright?" Damn.I liked that train of thought too!
"I'm fine Hermione."
"Are you sure? Because you seem a bit irritable. And it's not like you to be so quiet. I mean, you've hardly spoken two words since we got here, and you haven't even touched your food. Are you sleeping well enough? You look slightly."
::SLAM:: Oops. I didn't really mean to nock over the chair.it did get her to stop though.
"I said I'm fine. If I'm irritable it's because people are constantly asking me if I'm feeling all right. I'm not unusually quiet tonight, I've been this way for three years. I'm not hungry and who gives a crap how much I sleep. Now will you all just leave me well enough alone?!"
With that Harry Potter stormed out of the Great Hall and the only thing to be heard was the slamming of the large doors. There was silence for a moment until the whole hall erupted into a bang of whispered gossip.
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Well, that was interesting. Not exactly how I had planned it to go, but hey, you know how it goes! Now.here's the part where I need your help. There are two ways this story can go. Well, actually, there are two ways that Harry can go. he can make up with his friends and become a slightly quieter more disturbed version of the Wonder Boy and get together with Draco by some undetermined huge incident. He can become majorly angsty and leave all his Gryffindor friends, becoming a sort of outcast among them (you know, stuck in the past while they all move on to their futures kind of thing). He then becomes friends with Draco after a little bit of prodding and trickery by Snape and Dumbledor.thus leading to a lovely romance in which Harry becomes more and more like a Slytherin and less and less a part of his friends lives.
I had originally planned to take the story down the first road.but the second is starting to fit in now. You shall all have to help me decide. And I shall not write another chapter until I have received 20 votes. So start voting today!
Warning: hmm.third time's a charm, maybe you'll understand this time. This story is about two guys that hug, kiss, and do all that other lovey dovey stuff (I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ^_^). So if you are disgusted by this or find it offensive you can either get some sense and see my way or you can stay stupid and run run run. (There, the quotes this time were from two different The Who songs. 'See My Way' and 'Run Run Run' both of which can be found on the album A Quick One.)
Chapter 3: Distractions (Harry's POV)
"Harry, would you pass me the butter?" .
"Harry.Ron, tap Harry would you?"
"Ow! What was that for?"
"I said tap him, not kick him."
"Well, I got his attention didn't I?" Oh, I must have been zoned again. I wasn't even really thinking about anything. I guess the lack of sleep is showing now. Maybe I can get some sleeping pills from Madam Pomfry. I'll have to go see her later.
"Harry, are you sure you're alright? You've been a bit spacey lately."
"'Mione, give the poor guy a break. I mean honestly! You can't expect him to be happy, can you? After everything that.Ow! What was that for Dean? That's Ron for you. He means well, he really does, just sometimes his mouth doesn't catch up with his brain, or is it the other way around? I dunno. Either way he means well. And he's right, a lot did happen over the summer. I mean, it's not every day you witness the murder of twenty people and come out as the sole survivor. I didn't think it has changed me that much though. I mean, I've never had "normal" occurrences in my life.
Hmm.I wonder how long it will take Ron to figure out why everyone is glaring at him.
"They want you to stop talking about things that happened over the summer because they think I'm still upset enough about it that I would make a scene." Well, that got their attention. Ok, now all the stares are getting annoying. Maybe if I look at that wall over there they will stop bugging me. Why do I always pick a chair facing the Slytherin table? Do I purposely want to torture myself? I mean, I always end up looking at him and wondering. Wondering whether I like him or hate him. You know it's true, what everyone says about there being a thin line between love and hate. It's easy to cross, and sometimes you're not quite sure if you really have crossed it. At least I'm not sure. Well, today I'm just not going to look at him. Plain and simple.
And why do I feel eyes on me? Let's see who it is this time.Gods! Why does it have to be Draco (Draco?! When did it switch to first names?)? And now I'm starring back. I should look away, but I don't want to break eye contact. God! His eyes are so beautiful! They look like frozen pools of water with snow specks on top. They're so deep! It's like you could spend a lifetime wandering through them and never get bored. I wonder what those eyes look like when he smiles. I sure would like to find out. How do you go about making a stuck up prat smile? And I mean a genuine smile, not one of those half ass smirks he usually wears. I wonder.
"Harry, are you alright?" Damn.I liked that train of thought too!
"I'm fine Hermione."
"Are you sure? Because you seem a bit irritable. And it's not like you to be so quiet. I mean, you've hardly spoken two words since we got here, and you haven't even touched your food. Are you sleeping well enough? You look slightly."
::SLAM:: Oops. I didn't really mean to nock over the chair.it did get her to stop though.
"I said I'm fine. If I'm irritable it's because people are constantly asking me if I'm feeling all right. I'm not unusually quiet tonight, I've been this way for three years. I'm not hungry and who gives a crap how much I sleep. Now will you all just leave me well enough alone?!"
With that Harry Potter stormed out of the Great Hall and the only thing to be heard was the slamming of the large doors. There was silence for a moment until the whole hall erupted into a bang of whispered gossip.
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Well, that was interesting. Not exactly how I had planned it to go, but hey, you know how it goes! Now.here's the part where I need your help. There are two ways this story can go. Well, actually, there are two ways that Harry can go. he can make up with his friends and become a slightly quieter more disturbed version of the Wonder Boy and get together with Draco by some undetermined huge incident. He can become majorly angsty and leave all his Gryffindor friends, becoming a sort of outcast among them (you know, stuck in the past while they all move on to their futures kind of thing). He then becomes friends with Draco after a little bit of prodding and trickery by Snape and Dumbledor.thus leading to a lovely romance in which Harry becomes more and more like a Slytherin and less and less a part of his friends lives.
I had originally planned to take the story down the first road.but the second is starting to fit in now. You shall all have to help me decide. And I shall not write another chapter until I have received 20 votes. So start voting today!