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*...* = writing
'...' = thinking
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Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 9: It Can't Be Right
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*I don't know what day it is. I can't think straight. I've skipped breakfast, I couldn't face him. God damn it all. Potter, why did you have to go and do that?!?! Do what you ask? Kiss me, damnit!He kissed me in the Owlery. I-I... I... I liked it. Yes, that's right! I, Draco Malfoy, enjoyed being kissed by a GUY! And not just ANY GUY! Harry-Freakin-Potter! The Golden Boy! The Boy Who Lived. The-The ...Boy with the softest lips I've ever came in contact with.*
Draco paused in his writing, his stomach giving a faint grumble. It was past lunch, he had missed two meals. Sighing, he leaned against the head board of his bed and looked out the far window. The clouds covered the sky, giving off an extremely cold feeling. Draco stared out the window a moment, then looked back down at his journal.
*I've come to the conclusion that this thing with Potter shouldn't go anywhere. I can't... I can't continue with this. No one will accept the idea of a Malfoy being gay, or bi. No one will accept Draco Malfoy being with Harry Potter. It's TOO strange. It's just so un-natural. It isn't right. It can't be right. ...But why do I feel like I'm meant to be with him?*
Draco set his journal down, not noticing a piece of paper slipping from it's pages. Standing, he made his way over to the window. He felt the cold stone under his hands as he leaned forward to look down onto the school grounds. He spotted a bit of red walking towards Hagrid's Hut. Draco was shocked to see Ron alone, usually Harry went with him. Shrugging, Draco turned back to his bed, his grey eyes landing on the piece of parchment sliding out of his notebook.
Stepping forward, Draco snatched it up. He quickly read it, then smirked. It was the Secret Admirerer letter he recieved a few days ago. Tonight. Tonight was the night they were suppose to be meeting. Draco gave a thoughtful look at the parchment, as though it held many secrets. 'Should I go?' Draco thought to himself. 'No... I don't want to see him again...'
'But Draco,' An inner voice spoke up. 'You can't honestly say you know he sent it.'
'...True.' Draco shrugged and tossed the letter back on his bed.
After pacing the room for a moment, Draco's hunger finally got to him. He carefully made his way to the kitchens to grab something to eat. Draco made sure not to pass anyone as he made his way there. He really wasn't in the mood to talk, let alone be seen. He was, afterall, in a pair of crumbled sweats and undershirt. 'All clear!' Draco nearly hummed to himself as he walked calmly down the torch lit hall. He quickly tickled the pear, rolling his eyes as it giggled.
"Master Draco!" the nearest house-elf yelled. Then, coughing, he corrected himself. "Hello, young sir."
"Dobby, right?" Draco asked, though not really caring what his name was. "Hey, can I get a couple of sandwhiches and some pumpkin juice?"
"Right away, sir!" Dobby replied. The other house-elves whisked away with Dobby and less than a second later a plate was being handed to Draco. Draco nodded a thanks, and quickly slipped out of the kitchens, comming face to face with a certain red-headed individual.
"Malfoy!" Ron said in suprise, jumping slightly as the pale blonde nearly ran into him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just getting something to eat." Draco replied. 'Wait a minute... was I just polite to a Weasely!' Ron obviously noticed, too, as he gave him an odd look.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked suddenly. "I mean... It's just you look a little... stressed."
Draco didn't reply at first. He looked at Ron carefully, shocked in seeing that Ron was actually concerned. Draco ran his hand through his un-gelled hair before sighing. "I'm actually very stressed."
"It's because of what happened in the owlery last night, huh?" Ron said. Draco's eyes widened. 'He knew? Of course he knew! Harry must of told him.' Draco stared at the stone floor. 'I suppose I could comment on it. The Weasel actually looks concerned.'
"Yea, actually, it is." Draco said softly. Ron nodded.
"I wasn't expecting him to do that myself." Ron said. Draco eyed him suspiciously. "Uhh..."
"You didn't have anything to do with what happened last night did you?" Draco asked. Ron opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again.
"Well, you see, it was my letter he was sending off." Ron explained. "And... I did tell him that if he got the urge to do something daring, to do it."
"I see." Draco just stared at him, making Ron shift uncomfortably.
"And.. and.." Ron stuttered, then gave a small laugh. "So... did you enjoy it?"
The question came so sudden that Draco was answering before he could stop himself. "Yes."
"Really?" Ron grinned. Draco's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he inwardly cursed himself for speaking. Ron cleared his throat. "You know... It's okay if your scared of a commitment. Harry will understand. You two could just take things slowly at first. You know ju-"
"No!" Draco burst out, glaring. "You don't understand! I can't be with him, okay?! I can't! I refuse to give in to this... this... gay puppy love! It's not right. It can't be right."
"Why can't it?" Ron questioned. Draco gave a groan of frustration and stuffed one of the sandwhiches on his plate into his mouth, most likely in order to keep himself from responding. Ron continued persistantly. "Draco, let me tell you something. When it comes to love, there is no right or wrong! Love is love! Okay? That's just the way it is. You can't choose who you fall in love with, you can't choose how it happens. But that's not the point! The point is that it happens."
"Listen, Weasel!" Draco said, before Ron would speak anymore. "That might be love to you, but it's not in my world. To my family, love is how much money they have, how pure their blood line is, and whether or not my father approves of her. That is what i'm expected to fall in love with. Not with Potter."
"Someday, Malfoy, your going to have to do something against your father." Ron told him, speaking softly yet clearly. "I can only hope that you choose this to be your time to do it."
With that said, Ron turned and quickly left the hall, leaving Draco to stare after him. Lost in confusing thoughts, Draco slowly made his way back to his dorm. Taking a last glance at the secret admirerer letter, he finished his food and returned to staring out the window.
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hope this chapter is approved by you all. I felt the need to dig a little into Draco's way of thinking, so you could understand his point of veiw. *smile* please reveiw!!
*...* = writing
'...' = thinking
_________________________
Whispers In the Rain
Chapter 9: It Can't Be Right
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*I don't know what day it is. I can't think straight. I've skipped breakfast, I couldn't face him. God damn it all. Potter, why did you have to go and do that?!?! Do what you ask? Kiss me, damnit!He kissed me in the Owlery. I-I... I... I liked it. Yes, that's right! I, Draco Malfoy, enjoyed being kissed by a GUY! And not just ANY GUY! Harry-Freakin-Potter! The Golden Boy! The Boy Who Lived. The-The ...Boy with the softest lips I've ever came in contact with.*
Draco paused in his writing, his stomach giving a faint grumble. It was past lunch, he had missed two meals. Sighing, he leaned against the head board of his bed and looked out the far window. The clouds covered the sky, giving off an extremely cold feeling. Draco stared out the window a moment, then looked back down at his journal.
*I've come to the conclusion that this thing with Potter shouldn't go anywhere. I can't... I can't continue with this. No one will accept the idea of a Malfoy being gay, or bi. No one will accept Draco Malfoy being with Harry Potter. It's TOO strange. It's just so un-natural. It isn't right. It can't be right. ...But why do I feel like I'm meant to be with him?*
Draco set his journal down, not noticing a piece of paper slipping from it's pages. Standing, he made his way over to the window. He felt the cold stone under his hands as he leaned forward to look down onto the school grounds. He spotted a bit of red walking towards Hagrid's Hut. Draco was shocked to see Ron alone, usually Harry went with him. Shrugging, Draco turned back to his bed, his grey eyes landing on the piece of parchment sliding out of his notebook.
Stepping forward, Draco snatched it up. He quickly read it, then smirked. It was the Secret Admirerer letter he recieved a few days ago. Tonight. Tonight was the night they were suppose to be meeting. Draco gave a thoughtful look at the parchment, as though it held many secrets. 'Should I go?' Draco thought to himself. 'No... I don't want to see him again...'
'But Draco,' An inner voice spoke up. 'You can't honestly say you know he sent it.'
'...True.' Draco shrugged and tossed the letter back on his bed.
After pacing the room for a moment, Draco's hunger finally got to him. He carefully made his way to the kitchens to grab something to eat. Draco made sure not to pass anyone as he made his way there. He really wasn't in the mood to talk, let alone be seen. He was, afterall, in a pair of crumbled sweats and undershirt. 'All clear!' Draco nearly hummed to himself as he walked calmly down the torch lit hall. He quickly tickled the pear, rolling his eyes as it giggled.
"Master Draco!" the nearest house-elf yelled. Then, coughing, he corrected himself. "Hello, young sir."
"Dobby, right?" Draco asked, though not really caring what his name was. "Hey, can I get a couple of sandwhiches and some pumpkin juice?"
"Right away, sir!" Dobby replied. The other house-elves whisked away with Dobby and less than a second later a plate was being handed to Draco. Draco nodded a thanks, and quickly slipped out of the kitchens, comming face to face with a certain red-headed individual.
"Malfoy!" Ron said in suprise, jumping slightly as the pale blonde nearly ran into him. "What are you doing here?"
"Just getting something to eat." Draco replied. 'Wait a minute... was I just polite to a Weasely!' Ron obviously noticed, too, as he gave him an odd look.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked suddenly. "I mean... It's just you look a little... stressed."
Draco didn't reply at first. He looked at Ron carefully, shocked in seeing that Ron was actually concerned. Draco ran his hand through his un-gelled hair before sighing. "I'm actually very stressed."
"It's because of what happened in the owlery last night, huh?" Ron said. Draco's eyes widened. 'He knew? Of course he knew! Harry must of told him.' Draco stared at the stone floor. 'I suppose I could comment on it. The Weasel actually looks concerned.'
"Yea, actually, it is." Draco said softly. Ron nodded.
"I wasn't expecting him to do that myself." Ron said. Draco eyed him suspiciously. "Uhh..."
"You didn't have anything to do with what happened last night did you?" Draco asked. Ron opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again.
"Well, you see, it was my letter he was sending off." Ron explained. "And... I did tell him that if he got the urge to do something daring, to do it."
"I see." Draco just stared at him, making Ron shift uncomfortably.
"And.. and.." Ron stuttered, then gave a small laugh. "So... did you enjoy it?"
The question came so sudden that Draco was answering before he could stop himself. "Yes."
"Really?" Ron grinned. Draco's eyes widened to the size of saucers as he inwardly cursed himself for speaking. Ron cleared his throat. "You know... It's okay if your scared of a commitment. Harry will understand. You two could just take things slowly at first. You know ju-"
"No!" Draco burst out, glaring. "You don't understand! I can't be with him, okay?! I can't! I refuse to give in to this... this... gay puppy love! It's not right. It can't be right."
"Why can't it?" Ron questioned. Draco gave a groan of frustration and stuffed one of the sandwhiches on his plate into his mouth, most likely in order to keep himself from responding. Ron continued persistantly. "Draco, let me tell you something. When it comes to love, there is no right or wrong! Love is love! Okay? That's just the way it is. You can't choose who you fall in love with, you can't choose how it happens. But that's not the point! The point is that it happens."
"Listen, Weasel!" Draco said, before Ron would speak anymore. "That might be love to you, but it's not in my world. To my family, love is how much money they have, how pure their blood line is, and whether or not my father approves of her. That is what i'm expected to fall in love with. Not with Potter."
"Someday, Malfoy, your going to have to do something against your father." Ron told him, speaking softly yet clearly. "I can only hope that you choose this to be your time to do it."
With that said, Ron turned and quickly left the hall, leaving Draco to stare after him. Lost in confusing thoughts, Draco slowly made his way back to his dorm. Taking a last glance at the secret admirerer letter, he finished his food and returned to staring out the window.
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hope this chapter is approved by you all. I felt the need to dig a little into Draco's way of thinking, so you could understand his point of veiw. *smile* please reveiw!!
