Author's Notes: I want to thank everyone that has reveiwed! You all get Cookies!!! yay! *hands out cookies* Yay! okay, now on with the story.
'...' = thoughts
*..* = writing
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Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 5: And It Starts
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Draco Malfoy wasn't the hapiest person in the world. He had woken up much to early, the sun blazing into the room. Groaning he rolled over, which resulted in him falling out of bed. He laid there a moment, trying to figure out how in the world he had managed this. He shrugged it off and headed to breakfast. The Great Hall was practically empty.
He walked past the Gyffindor table in such a daze, he didn't notice the red head following him or the boy walking in his direction. Suddenly he was pushed from behind. Grabbing the closest thing for support he landed with a thud. Then he heard it. A groan sounded from under him. In Draco's sleepy daze he pull the person's robe to the side that had covered their face. Green eyes stared back at him. Draco gulped.
'I have Harry Potter underneath me... again. What the hell is wrong with this picture? Why do I have Potter underneath me!' Draco held his breath as he saw Harry's mouth show a small smile. 'Did he just smile at me? This is disgusting! What the fuck am I doing? This isn't right. I have Harry-fucking-Potter underneath me! ...Harry-fucking... fucking Harry... No! I didn't think that! I didn't... Still... the idea is quite appealing from this current perspective.'
Ron watched, amused, as the two on the floor stared at each other. Harry's eyes flashed over to look at Ron and back at Draco again. Ron gave him a look, telling him to make a move. Harry's eyes widened and he again started staring at Draco. Draco suddenly blinked and an almost unchracteristicly sheepish grin appeared on his face. Harry slowly smiled.
'He's smiling at me... Wow, he's smiling at me!' Draco blinked rapidly, trying to think clearly. 'He doesn't like me does he? ...He hasn't complained about me not getting up yet... Damnit, Draco! What the hell are you thinking this crap for?! This is Potter!' Draco suddenly felt something. His face flushed heavily and he quickly jumped to his feet. 'Oh my God. Potter was getting turned on by that... By me!'
Harry slowly sat up, keeping his eyes on Draco. Draco looked as though he was debating soemthing then he quickly turned around, shoved Ron out of the way, and left without a word. Ron looked over at Harry on the floor and grinned.
"He likes you." Ron said teasingly. Harry stood up and suddenly realised everyone was watching them. He blushed and adjusted his robes to cover his turn on. Ron put his arms around Harry's shoulders, still grinning. "It's obvious he's shy about this, but it's even more obvious he likes you. So now we only have to find a way to get him to admit his feelings."
"I dont' think this is gonna work." Harry mumbled. Ron patted him on the back.
"Of course it will!" Ron grinned again. Harry suddenly got the feeling that Ron was having a bit too much fun with this playing cupid idea.
Draco was officially mad. He barely noticed as he shoved people out of his way. ("OUCH!" "Hey, watch it!" "What do you think your doing?!?") No, it was all just obstacles in his way as he fought to get to his dorm room. Once there he sat down on his bed and pulled the curtains closed. The dorm room was empty, all his room-mates having gone home for the holidays, but he still felt more comfortable with them closed.
'Okay... Now is the time to be calm Draco. Calm. Yes, you can do this. You know your not gay. There is no way in the world you could be... after all, you like girls. Yes, yes you do.' Draco nodded at this thought.
'But you also like boys.' said a voice in the back of his mind.
'I do not!' Draco retorted, anger rising.
'Of course you do. You were getting just as turned on as Harry was.'
'I.. I... It's POTTER not HARRY!' Draco glared at a spot in front of him.
'See? Can't even defend yourself. Admit it. You like the boy.' The voice suddenly became insistant. 'You need to show him how you feel. It's alright to like both sexes, it's perfectly normal. Now, go back down to breakfast and talk to him!'
'I'm not gonna talk to him.' Draco insisted. 'But... I am still hungry...'
Harry was staring. Staring at the red head in front of him as he stuffed yet another pancake down his mouth. 'Hoe on earth can he eat so much?' Harry mused. He was so caught up in counting the pancakes disapearing from Ron's plate that he didn't notice the pale blonde re-enter the Great Hall. Ron, on the other hand, was fully aware. Harry raised an eyebrow as a sly grin appeared on Ron's face. Yet, Ron wasn't looking at Draco. No, he was looking at the owls.
Due to the small amount of people present, only a few owls sauntered above. One flew over to Draco and dropped a small envelope onto his scrambled eggs, before heading back to the owlery. Draco glanced around before carefully picking the letter up. There was no return address, just the name Draco Malfoy printed on the front in an un-identifiable penmenship. He slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
*Dear Draco,
Your beaufitul steel eyes haunt my dreams. Your porcieline skin makes even the foulest mood drift away. I have watched for so long and never having the strength to tell you how I feel. But now the time comes that I feel you are ready to hear this. Please come to the Quidditch field in three days at the stroke of midnight. I'll be waiting.
Love, Your Admirer For All Time*
Ron watched Draco close the letter and he quickly poked Harry. "Hey, look!"
Draco glanced up and saw Harry look over at him. Harry quickly turned away and talked to Ron, but his glance left Draco wondering. 'Did he send it? Should I go?' Draco stared down at his food in confusion. Then, deciding he had tiemt o think about it, he began stuffing the eggs into his mouth.
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Oooo, ain't Ron devious? MUWAHAHAHAHH!!!! I love it!! okay... next chapter will come as quickly as me little brain can make it.
'...' = thoughts
*..* = writing
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Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 5: And It Starts
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Draco Malfoy wasn't the hapiest person in the world. He had woken up much to early, the sun blazing into the room. Groaning he rolled over, which resulted in him falling out of bed. He laid there a moment, trying to figure out how in the world he had managed this. He shrugged it off and headed to breakfast. The Great Hall was practically empty.
He walked past the Gyffindor table in such a daze, he didn't notice the red head following him or the boy walking in his direction. Suddenly he was pushed from behind. Grabbing the closest thing for support he landed with a thud. Then he heard it. A groan sounded from under him. In Draco's sleepy daze he pull the person's robe to the side that had covered their face. Green eyes stared back at him. Draco gulped.
'I have Harry Potter underneath me... again. What the hell is wrong with this picture? Why do I have Potter underneath me!' Draco held his breath as he saw Harry's mouth show a small smile. 'Did he just smile at me? This is disgusting! What the fuck am I doing? This isn't right. I have Harry-fucking-Potter underneath me! ...Harry-fucking... fucking Harry... No! I didn't think that! I didn't... Still... the idea is quite appealing from this current perspective.'
Ron watched, amused, as the two on the floor stared at each other. Harry's eyes flashed over to look at Ron and back at Draco again. Ron gave him a look, telling him to make a move. Harry's eyes widened and he again started staring at Draco. Draco suddenly blinked and an almost unchracteristicly sheepish grin appeared on his face. Harry slowly smiled.
'He's smiling at me... Wow, he's smiling at me!' Draco blinked rapidly, trying to think clearly. 'He doesn't like me does he? ...He hasn't complained about me not getting up yet... Damnit, Draco! What the hell are you thinking this crap for?! This is Potter!' Draco suddenly felt something. His face flushed heavily and he quickly jumped to his feet. 'Oh my God. Potter was getting turned on by that... By me!'
Harry slowly sat up, keeping his eyes on Draco. Draco looked as though he was debating soemthing then he quickly turned around, shoved Ron out of the way, and left without a word. Ron looked over at Harry on the floor and grinned.
"He likes you." Ron said teasingly. Harry stood up and suddenly realised everyone was watching them. He blushed and adjusted his robes to cover his turn on. Ron put his arms around Harry's shoulders, still grinning. "It's obvious he's shy about this, but it's even more obvious he likes you. So now we only have to find a way to get him to admit his feelings."
"I dont' think this is gonna work." Harry mumbled. Ron patted him on the back.
"Of course it will!" Ron grinned again. Harry suddenly got the feeling that Ron was having a bit too much fun with this playing cupid idea.
Draco was officially mad. He barely noticed as he shoved people out of his way. ("OUCH!" "Hey, watch it!" "What do you think your doing?!?") No, it was all just obstacles in his way as he fought to get to his dorm room. Once there he sat down on his bed and pulled the curtains closed. The dorm room was empty, all his room-mates having gone home for the holidays, but he still felt more comfortable with them closed.
'Okay... Now is the time to be calm Draco. Calm. Yes, you can do this. You know your not gay. There is no way in the world you could be... after all, you like girls. Yes, yes you do.' Draco nodded at this thought.
'But you also like boys.' said a voice in the back of his mind.
'I do not!' Draco retorted, anger rising.
'Of course you do. You were getting just as turned on as Harry was.'
'I.. I... It's POTTER not HARRY!' Draco glared at a spot in front of him.
'See? Can't even defend yourself. Admit it. You like the boy.' The voice suddenly became insistant. 'You need to show him how you feel. It's alright to like both sexes, it's perfectly normal. Now, go back down to breakfast and talk to him!'
'I'm not gonna talk to him.' Draco insisted. 'But... I am still hungry...'
Harry was staring. Staring at the red head in front of him as he stuffed yet another pancake down his mouth. 'Hoe on earth can he eat so much?' Harry mused. He was so caught up in counting the pancakes disapearing from Ron's plate that he didn't notice the pale blonde re-enter the Great Hall. Ron, on the other hand, was fully aware. Harry raised an eyebrow as a sly grin appeared on Ron's face. Yet, Ron wasn't looking at Draco. No, he was looking at the owls.
Due to the small amount of people present, only a few owls sauntered above. One flew over to Draco and dropped a small envelope onto his scrambled eggs, before heading back to the owlery. Draco glanced around before carefully picking the letter up. There was no return address, just the name Draco Malfoy printed on the front in an un-identifiable penmenship. He slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
*Dear Draco,
Your beaufitul steel eyes haunt my dreams. Your porcieline skin makes even the foulest mood drift away. I have watched for so long and never having the strength to tell you how I feel. But now the time comes that I feel you are ready to hear this. Please come to the Quidditch field in three days at the stroke of midnight. I'll be waiting.
Love, Your Admirer For All Time*
Ron watched Draco close the letter and he quickly poked Harry. "Hey, look!"
Draco glanced up and saw Harry look over at him. Harry quickly turned away and talked to Ron, but his glance left Draco wondering. 'Did he send it? Should I go?' Draco stared down at his food in confusion. Then, deciding he had tiemt o think about it, he began stuffing the eggs into his mouth.
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Oooo, ain't Ron devious? MUWAHAHAHAHH!!!! I love it!! okay... next chapter will come as quickly as me little brain can make it.
