Disclaimer: aak. I swear I always forget the disclaimer on my first
chapter. bad habit. Here goes: I own nothing and am too poor for anyone to
sue me. So bugger off.
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"How dare he walk away from me!" Draco thought furiously as he sipped a cup of hot chocolate, earning him strange looks from the sun worshippers who were stripped down to muggle tank tops and bikini tops.
At first he thought it was all just a misunderstanding. That Harry would be back beside him during the next meal. And Draco half kidded himself for half a whole day that they had arranged to meet later.
But when dinner arrived, the seat next to him remained conspicuously empty.
In fact, it remained empty the next day. And the next. And the next. It had already been a week since Harry had shared a meal with him. Or a conversation. Or a look.
Draco did not like to dine alone. It takes no time for him to finish his meal, with no knife and fork banter to fill up the clock space. Still, he was too proud to walk over to the Gryffindor table, where a certain black haired sex god sat chatting quietly with his friends.
How could he? He was a Malfoy, and it meant something. It meant he could never apologize.
"How can he prefer someone else's company to me?" Draco fumed.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed this change in seating arrangements. The hall was alive with speculations on whether the split meant anything to the most scandalous couple in Hogwarts.
He heard Susan Bones of Hufflepuff declare loudly, "I knew it wouldn't last. Harry has finally come to his senses!"
He affected an air of detachment as if it did not cut him to the bone to be without Harry. To others he appeared unconcerned but in fact he was mentally listing the people to torture once Harry came crawling back to him. He would gloat then. But for now, his only comfort was that Harry did not seem very happy about the rumours flying around either.
Draco noticed that Harry had visibly flinched when Susan spoke up and was sure that it had counted for something.
Yet Harry did not come.
Harry sat there at the Gryffindor table like it was the most natural thing in the world. Studiously avoiding Draco. Like their whirlwind romance never began and they had never cared about each other. It was as if they had never touched, never kissed, never shared all those intimate moments.
Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.
"How could Harry do this to him?" Draco wondered, "Harry never struck me as being capable of cruelty."
Helplessly, Draco watched him, unable to draw his eyes away. All those things so uniquely Harry. Tucking the hair behind his left ear with his right hand. Always his right hand. His habit of lowering his eyes when he was when he's nervous or upset or confused. Like he is now.
"I wonder what's bothering him?"
Craving. Needing to touch his beauty.
As if sensing eyes upon him, Harry looked up. For a moment, Draco imagined he could see the same longing reflected in Harry's eyes. But the next second, those emerald eyes darkened and became unreadable. Harry turned away.
Draco left then, unable to stay.
After that torturous breakfast, he found himself here, next to the lake. He sat there, separate from the crowd that had gathered. And the others avoided him just as studiously, sensing that the blond was in a terrible mood. Even the Slytherins did not dare to venture near the notoriously bad tempered blond. Harry had been the only one able to soothe him when he was agitated.
Draco shivered and wrapped himself more tightly in his robes. It seemed so cold and empty inside without Harry around.
Sensing others staring at his odd behaviour, turned to them abruptly, causing them to avert their eyes quickly to avoid his glare. He sighed bitterly at the sight of happy couples lounging in the sunshine and enjoying the break from the monotony of schoolwork.
Much as he wished to deny it, he missed having Harry beside him. The silky feel of Harry's skin when he ran the tips of his fingers along the length of Harry's inner thigh as they sat whiling the summer days away. Playing with the edge of those indecently short denim shorts. Just sitting and talking under the shade of a ancient elm. Or Harry reading a book while Draco dozed on his lap. Or them sharing an apple and the juice running down Harry's chin and sliding onto that delectable collarbone. Or Harry taking a gulp of ice cold water and then placing his cold lips upon Draco's neck...
"Ergh!" Draco screamed inwardly in frustration, stomping his way back into the castle walls.
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To summersday: yeah i guess so. i put alot more effort in my other story. this one's a distraction when the other one gets too heavy. i hope it'll be as good though. i'll try to divide my time.
To pokari: i agree! =)
To Megan: glad you like it, thanks.
To katrina: well if draco wasn't an ass in here i'll go OOC. and i hate doing that. but he'll get better, esp when he starts regretting his rudeness.
To Sailor Grape: don't worry i won't let draco off very easily. haha i never do.
To Emeline: thanks.
To NayNymic: i'll try not to add other guys into the equation. i don't really like the idea of harry or draco hanging around anyone else in this story either.
To Lady Shirubana: hm we'll see whether harry will forgive him later.
To zeynel: yup i agree he does. poor guy.
To noraseyes: thanks.
To Pepsi: thanks a bunch for checking out my new fic. i'm so glad you liked it, coz it was on an impulse kinda thing.
To sakura blossoms: thanks.
To JE: oh darn then i should have pushed it abit further. jk. but hopefully there's more sappy stuff in the chapters to come. =)
To corriander: haha he won't be getting any for a long while yet. =) evil grinz.
To Samantha: thank you.
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"How dare he walk away from me!" Draco thought furiously as he sipped a cup of hot chocolate, earning him strange looks from the sun worshippers who were stripped down to muggle tank tops and bikini tops.
At first he thought it was all just a misunderstanding. That Harry would be back beside him during the next meal. And Draco half kidded himself for half a whole day that they had arranged to meet later.
But when dinner arrived, the seat next to him remained conspicuously empty.
In fact, it remained empty the next day. And the next. And the next. It had already been a week since Harry had shared a meal with him. Or a conversation. Or a look.
Draco did not like to dine alone. It takes no time for him to finish his meal, with no knife and fork banter to fill up the clock space. Still, he was too proud to walk over to the Gryffindor table, where a certain black haired sex god sat chatting quietly with his friends.
How could he? He was a Malfoy, and it meant something. It meant he could never apologize.
"How can he prefer someone else's company to me?" Draco fumed.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed this change in seating arrangements. The hall was alive with speculations on whether the split meant anything to the most scandalous couple in Hogwarts.
He heard Susan Bones of Hufflepuff declare loudly, "I knew it wouldn't last. Harry has finally come to his senses!"
He affected an air of detachment as if it did not cut him to the bone to be without Harry. To others he appeared unconcerned but in fact he was mentally listing the people to torture once Harry came crawling back to him. He would gloat then. But for now, his only comfort was that Harry did not seem very happy about the rumours flying around either.
Draco noticed that Harry had visibly flinched when Susan spoke up and was sure that it had counted for something.
Yet Harry did not come.
Harry sat there at the Gryffindor table like it was the most natural thing in the world. Studiously avoiding Draco. Like their whirlwind romance never began and they had never cared about each other. It was as if they had never touched, never kissed, never shared all those intimate moments.
Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.
"How could Harry do this to him?" Draco wondered, "Harry never struck me as being capable of cruelty."
Helplessly, Draco watched him, unable to draw his eyes away. All those things so uniquely Harry. Tucking the hair behind his left ear with his right hand. Always his right hand. His habit of lowering his eyes when he was when he's nervous or upset or confused. Like he is now.
"I wonder what's bothering him?"
Craving. Needing to touch his beauty.
As if sensing eyes upon him, Harry looked up. For a moment, Draco imagined he could see the same longing reflected in Harry's eyes. But the next second, those emerald eyes darkened and became unreadable. Harry turned away.
Draco left then, unable to stay.
After that torturous breakfast, he found himself here, next to the lake. He sat there, separate from the crowd that had gathered. And the others avoided him just as studiously, sensing that the blond was in a terrible mood. Even the Slytherins did not dare to venture near the notoriously bad tempered blond. Harry had been the only one able to soothe him when he was agitated.
Draco shivered and wrapped himself more tightly in his robes. It seemed so cold and empty inside without Harry around.
Sensing others staring at his odd behaviour, turned to them abruptly, causing them to avert their eyes quickly to avoid his glare. He sighed bitterly at the sight of happy couples lounging in the sunshine and enjoying the break from the monotony of schoolwork.
Much as he wished to deny it, he missed having Harry beside him. The silky feel of Harry's skin when he ran the tips of his fingers along the length of Harry's inner thigh as they sat whiling the summer days away. Playing with the edge of those indecently short denim shorts. Just sitting and talking under the shade of a ancient elm. Or Harry reading a book while Draco dozed on his lap. Or them sharing an apple and the juice running down Harry's chin and sliding onto that delectable collarbone. Or Harry taking a gulp of ice cold water and then placing his cold lips upon Draco's neck...
"Ergh!" Draco screamed inwardly in frustration, stomping his way back into the castle walls.
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To summersday: yeah i guess so. i put alot more effort in my other story. this one's a distraction when the other one gets too heavy. i hope it'll be as good though. i'll try to divide my time.
To pokari: i agree! =)
To Megan: glad you like it, thanks.
To katrina: well if draco wasn't an ass in here i'll go OOC. and i hate doing that. but he'll get better, esp when he starts regretting his rudeness.
To Sailor Grape: don't worry i won't let draco off very easily. haha i never do.
To Emeline: thanks.
To NayNymic: i'll try not to add other guys into the equation. i don't really like the idea of harry or draco hanging around anyone else in this story either.
To Lady Shirubana: hm we'll see whether harry will forgive him later.
To zeynel: yup i agree he does. poor guy.
To noraseyes: thanks.
To Pepsi: thanks a bunch for checking out my new fic. i'm so glad you liked it, coz it was on an impulse kinda thing.
To sakura blossoms: thanks.
To JE: oh darn then i should have pushed it abit further. jk. but hopefully there's more sappy stuff in the chapters to come. =)
To corriander: haha he won't be getting any for a long while yet. =) evil grinz.
To Samantha: thank you.
