CHAPTER 6
Disclaimer: AAH! I'm getting extremely sick of disclaimers, so yeah I don't own anything.
Harry was usually his happiest on Saturday mornings. No classes, Quidditch. Today, all he could do was think about Ron. What had gone wrong between them? Why was he mad at him? Walking down the draughty hallway, he saw Draco, and fell into the embrace of his warm arms. "What's wrong, Harry?' "I.just." Harry's words were silenced with hungry kisses from his boyfriend. A dark figure loomed in the doorway, and Professor Snape emerged from the darkness. The two boys quickly pushed each other away, breaking their perfect moment. They prayed that Snape had not seen what they were doing. "Potter." Harry gulped. "I see that you have not yet prepared for the Quidditch match today." A weight lifted off the boy's chest. At the same time, he remembered the big match against Ravenclaw. "Sorry Professor, I'm going right away." The man turned Draco. "Malfoy, what are you doing here with Potter?" "Nothing, just walking to the common room professor." "I see. Just keep out of trouble." As the tall man moved out of sight, the two boys sighed with relief. "What do you think he'd say if he caught us Draco?" He put on a fake deep voice and tried to loom up above Harry. "Potter, one hundred points from Gryffindor, for seducing my favourite student." With that, Draco toppled over and fell onto Harry. "Wow, sorry 'bout that!" "Anytime Draco, anytime." "Lets finished what we started before, 'ey Harry?" Draco grabbed Harry by the waist, but was pulled away by the other boy. "Sorry, Quidditch Draco." Slightly disappointed, the boy let go. "That's ok. See you later Harry." Harry raced back to his room to get ready for the game. He threw off his robes, and shivered as the cold wind drifted in through the open window onto his bare chest. He quickly put on his red Quidditch robes, and headed towards the field.
* * * IT'S A GOAL FOR GRYFFINDOR! Harry high-fived the Chaser, Angelica, who just scored a goal for Gryffindor. With a easy motion, he moved up, above the podiums, their flags waving in the wind. Harry brushed away his untidy hair. He couldn't see the snitch anywhere, but at least here he would be away from the bludgers. Looking down at the green Slytherin stands, he spotted Draco amongst the cheering crowd. He mouthed something that looked a lot like 'I love you.' The Slytherin's gaze was torn away by Crabbe tugging on his shoulder to look at something. He put on a fake laugh and looked at the field, which drew Harry's attention back to the Quidditch game. Fred Weasley passes to Angelica, back to George, and OH! It's been intercepted by Lombard, and passed off to the Chasers. Ravenclaw has the Quaffle. Suddenly Harry saw a glint of gold. Was it the snitch? He flew down to take a closer look, and the golden snitch appeared in front of him. He grabbed for it, and the snitch darted off. Potter's seen the snitch! Chang has seen him! They're both chasing the snitch! Harry dodged broomsticks and bludgers, slowly catching up on the target. Behind him, Cho Chang tried to get ahead of him, but Harry's firebolt was faster than her Nimbus 2000. Daring to get closer to the ground, he took one hand off the broom, and stretched it out, just enough to lose balance and fall off his broom. Still going with the pace of his firebolt, Harry skidded along the ground, before stopping and lying motionless on the ground. Draco Malfoy stood up in his seat, and a wave of fear rushed through him as he saw a stretcher come onto the field and carry Harry off, a group of people crowding around him. As fast as he could with the large amount of people around him, Draco got down from the stand and headed towards the hospital wing. By the time he got there, there was already a bunch of Harry's friends there, but they all moved aside, revealing an awful looking but smiling Harry. "Harry, are you alright?" A person pushed the two boys out of her way. "He will be, when you leave him to get his rest. Leave!" "Yes madam Pomphery." Harry gave him an air-kiss, weakly smiled and closed his eyes. As Draco left he noticed that Ron wasn't there. * * * Ron sat alone in a chair in the Gryffindor common room. Why should he see Harry anyway? After all he did to him, did he even deserve to be with anyone? Ron loved Harry, but Harry didn't even truly love Draco. His mind was made up. He would go into the hospital and tell Harry about the love potion. How he dealt with that was his problem. Meanwhile, Harry waited alone in a hospital bed. He glared at madam Pomphery behind her back. He wanted Draco to visit him. He wanted anyone to visit him. "Madame Pomphery." "Heavens child, you should be asleep. Do you know what the time is?" "No, but that's not the point. When will I be out of here?" "Soon dear, soon. It won't take long for the bruising to heal. But in the meantime, get some sleep." With that, the nurse left the room. Harry slumped down into a sleeping position and closed his eyes. He didn't know how tired he was. So many problems were laid on the young teenager; it was almost unfair. He needed sleep, needed time to think. Too tired to think. Suddenly, the large door opened and in came Ron. "Harry. I need to talk to you." A wave of relief washed over Harry. Was Ron finally talking to him again? "Finally." Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry, did you ever wonder why you were suddenly so. attracted to Malfoy?" Harry stopped to think for a moment. It was strange, that. That morning, everything seemed to had changed, his worst enemy had suddenly become his boyfriend. He had never thought about it, never questioned it. It just seemed. as if it were meant to be. "Um. no, not really." "Well you should've. Harry, the reason was. well it was.a love potion." Harry's heart skipped a beat. He said very softly, "What?" "A potion, Harry. He brewed a love potion that made you fall in love with him." Harry was speechless. Tears started running down his bruised face as he tried to form words. "So. all this time he didn't. he wasn't." "He didn't love you Harry. You didn't love him" As Ron's poisoned words slipped out of his mouth he couldn't believe what he had just told his best friend. He broke his heart. Harry's eyes glazed over and he said coldly, "Get out. Go away." Ron didn't dare to argue with him. He slowly walked backwards as if he was avoiding getting bitten by an adder. The soft thud of the door closing behind him made Harry jump. He couldn't believe what Ron had just told him. Draco doesn't love me.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: AAH! I'm getting extremely sick of disclaimers, so yeah I don't own anything.
Harry was usually his happiest on Saturday mornings. No classes, Quidditch. Today, all he could do was think about Ron. What had gone wrong between them? Why was he mad at him? Walking down the draughty hallway, he saw Draco, and fell into the embrace of his warm arms. "What's wrong, Harry?' "I.just." Harry's words were silenced with hungry kisses from his boyfriend. A dark figure loomed in the doorway, and Professor Snape emerged from the darkness. The two boys quickly pushed each other away, breaking their perfect moment. They prayed that Snape had not seen what they were doing. "Potter." Harry gulped. "I see that you have not yet prepared for the Quidditch match today." A weight lifted off the boy's chest. At the same time, he remembered the big match against Ravenclaw. "Sorry Professor, I'm going right away." The man turned Draco. "Malfoy, what are you doing here with Potter?" "Nothing, just walking to the common room professor." "I see. Just keep out of trouble." As the tall man moved out of sight, the two boys sighed with relief. "What do you think he'd say if he caught us Draco?" He put on a fake deep voice and tried to loom up above Harry. "Potter, one hundred points from Gryffindor, for seducing my favourite student." With that, Draco toppled over and fell onto Harry. "Wow, sorry 'bout that!" "Anytime Draco, anytime." "Lets finished what we started before, 'ey Harry?" Draco grabbed Harry by the waist, but was pulled away by the other boy. "Sorry, Quidditch Draco." Slightly disappointed, the boy let go. "That's ok. See you later Harry." Harry raced back to his room to get ready for the game. He threw off his robes, and shivered as the cold wind drifted in through the open window onto his bare chest. He quickly put on his red Quidditch robes, and headed towards the field.
* * * IT'S A GOAL FOR GRYFFINDOR! Harry high-fived the Chaser, Angelica, who just scored a goal for Gryffindor. With a easy motion, he moved up, above the podiums, their flags waving in the wind. Harry brushed away his untidy hair. He couldn't see the snitch anywhere, but at least here he would be away from the bludgers. Looking down at the green Slytherin stands, he spotted Draco amongst the cheering crowd. He mouthed something that looked a lot like 'I love you.' The Slytherin's gaze was torn away by Crabbe tugging on his shoulder to look at something. He put on a fake laugh and looked at the field, which drew Harry's attention back to the Quidditch game. Fred Weasley passes to Angelica, back to George, and OH! It's been intercepted by Lombard, and passed off to the Chasers. Ravenclaw has the Quaffle. Suddenly Harry saw a glint of gold. Was it the snitch? He flew down to take a closer look, and the golden snitch appeared in front of him. He grabbed for it, and the snitch darted off. Potter's seen the snitch! Chang has seen him! They're both chasing the snitch! Harry dodged broomsticks and bludgers, slowly catching up on the target. Behind him, Cho Chang tried to get ahead of him, but Harry's firebolt was faster than her Nimbus 2000. Daring to get closer to the ground, he took one hand off the broom, and stretched it out, just enough to lose balance and fall off his broom. Still going with the pace of his firebolt, Harry skidded along the ground, before stopping and lying motionless on the ground. Draco Malfoy stood up in his seat, and a wave of fear rushed through him as he saw a stretcher come onto the field and carry Harry off, a group of people crowding around him. As fast as he could with the large amount of people around him, Draco got down from the stand and headed towards the hospital wing. By the time he got there, there was already a bunch of Harry's friends there, but they all moved aside, revealing an awful looking but smiling Harry. "Harry, are you alright?" A person pushed the two boys out of her way. "He will be, when you leave him to get his rest. Leave!" "Yes madam Pomphery." Harry gave him an air-kiss, weakly smiled and closed his eyes. As Draco left he noticed that Ron wasn't there. * * * Ron sat alone in a chair in the Gryffindor common room. Why should he see Harry anyway? After all he did to him, did he even deserve to be with anyone? Ron loved Harry, but Harry didn't even truly love Draco. His mind was made up. He would go into the hospital and tell Harry about the love potion. How he dealt with that was his problem. Meanwhile, Harry waited alone in a hospital bed. He glared at madam Pomphery behind her back. He wanted Draco to visit him. He wanted anyone to visit him. "Madame Pomphery." "Heavens child, you should be asleep. Do you know what the time is?" "No, but that's not the point. When will I be out of here?" "Soon dear, soon. It won't take long for the bruising to heal. But in the meantime, get some sleep." With that, the nurse left the room. Harry slumped down into a sleeping position and closed his eyes. He didn't know how tired he was. So many problems were laid on the young teenager; it was almost unfair. He needed sleep, needed time to think. Too tired to think. Suddenly, the large door opened and in came Ron. "Harry. I need to talk to you." A wave of relief washed over Harry. Was Ron finally talking to him again? "Finally." Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry, did you ever wonder why you were suddenly so. attracted to Malfoy?" Harry stopped to think for a moment. It was strange, that. That morning, everything seemed to had changed, his worst enemy had suddenly become his boyfriend. He had never thought about it, never questioned it. It just seemed. as if it were meant to be. "Um. no, not really." "Well you should've. Harry, the reason was. well it was.a love potion." Harry's heart skipped a beat. He said very softly, "What?" "A potion, Harry. He brewed a love potion that made you fall in love with him." Harry was speechless. Tears started running down his bruised face as he tried to form words. "So. all this time he didn't. he wasn't." "He didn't love you Harry. You didn't love him" As Ron's poisoned words slipped out of his mouth he couldn't believe what he had just told his best friend. He broke his heart. Harry's eyes glazed over and he said coldly, "Get out. Go away." Ron didn't dare to argue with him. He slowly walked backwards as if he was avoiding getting bitten by an adder. The soft thud of the door closing behind him made Harry jump. He couldn't believe what Ron had just told him. Draco doesn't love me.
To be continued.