Head Mistake
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the ideas.I only own my own ideas. Warning: Slash.don't read unless you like this.
Chapter 4: Praised Circumstances
"You two will be sharing a room this year."
At these nine simple words, both boys caught their breath and almost fainted. Better than they could have ever dreamed, their fantasies were becoming a reality before their very eyes.
Such happiness shown from both Harry and Draco's eyes, but Harry simply shrugged and said "ok", then inquired further about Hermione and Draco sneered at the person he most yearned for and briskly said, "If that's all then I'm going to go unpack." Neither noticed what longing there was hidden in the others manners. The only one with this observation was Dumbledore. Dumbledore often noticed more than most would think and this was one of these times, but he just smiled and kindly shooed the boys out of his office and towards their new room, knowing that this situation could become very interesting.
-A few minutes later.Draco's POV-
That's all of my robes.now where did my boxers go? And better get my spell books put away too, and my caldron and potion bottles.oh, what's the use? I can't distract myself. Draco faintly smiled and flicked a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.
Dumbledore finally had done something good. He was going to be in the same room as Harry. Alone. For the entire blessed year. He could have danced for joy, except than Harry really would suspect something was up, and dancing would be quite loud with the creaky old floor boards.
His joy flooded away as quickly as it had come. How was this supposed to be like any other year except for more awkward. He wouldn't even be able to think about the boy sleeping peacefully ten feet away from him because of the guaranteed reaction that always happened when he did. He would have to do something to change this.which meant telling Harry his true feelings. But of course he couldn't do anything like that because the Perfect Potter wouldn't like boys. Wouldn't like him. Not that way anyways.
Insecurity daunted every thought through the minutes he unpacked. And the worst, or maybe even the best part of it was that Harry would come out from the finely decorated bathroom any minute. He tried to think of something utterly repulsive to turn his facial expression from the current one of longing and love to his usual sneer. A vision of Dobby in a bubble bath did the trick but not as soon as he would have hoped so when Harry came out of the bathroom and turned towards Draco to ask which color towels he wanted, his face was twisted in an anguished disgust. Draco mentally slapped himself and sighed. This was the first time in his life that he had wished he could be a girl.
-The same few minutes later.Harry's POV-
I buried my head against one of the black plush towels that hung around the lavishly decorated bathroom that would be partly mine for my last year at Hogwarts. Tears of both happiness and frustration streamed down my face. The person that I most wanted in my life had been almost heaved into it by what would seem a sheer stroke of luck.or Dumbledore. I had begun to think that Dumbledore had shaped my life more than anyone else, simply by the things he had given me and the circumstances he had put me in.
I knew that Draco could never love me as I loved him, and I had almost given up hope of ever having a conversation that did not have any mocking or swearing in it before we were both assigned to this room. Still, I didn't know how I could live to be so close to him day and night without revealing my feelings or having my heart break into infinitesimally small pieces.
Just to be able to hear his voice aimed in my direction, I took another of the black towels and one of the dark blue ones to ask him which color he would prefer. I knew it would be black. When I stepped out of the bathroom, however, I almost didn't dare to say anything because of the horrible expression that appeared on his face when he looked at me. For the first time I regretted telling the Sorting Hat that I did not want to be in Slytherin because that decision had separated Draco and I forever.
-End of POVs-
The two boys stayed in this position for several moments, both staring at each other with opposite expressions and the same feelings in their hearts. This could have continued on for quite some time, except for the knock that rang through the door. Draco took a few steps towards it and opened the door with a still life of citrus fruits on the other side to reveal Hermione, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle staring daggers at each other and waiting for Harry and Draco to come with them-separately-to dinner.
When they heard this request both shook their heads and Harry produced a great roll of parchment which on later inspection from Hermione was a list of rules for the Head Boy.well boys. Draco pointed to a line about halfway down which stated:
"28. The Head Boy and Head Girl shall dine with each other, and not at their house tables, unless granted permission to do so by the head of the school."
Harry spoke up. "Maybe Dumbledore will give us permission tonight, seeing as it is the last meal you will have here, Hermione." The trio looked downcast at this fact. It would be the first time that they had been split up during a school year.
The group of rivals headed down the corridor towards the Great Hall, gradually joined by students from the four houses. Peeves floated above the masses and cackled something about the dinner consisting of dried millerweed slugs and flying goat's blood but no one but the first years paid much attention to this.
A few more minutes and students were jostling each other trying to get good seats while Harry and Draco forced their way through the pandemonium to reach Dumbledore and ask him about their desired seating arrangements for that night. For once both Harry and Draco were choosing to be separated because they knew of all the chances ahead to be together, and both knew that Harry would sorely miss Hermione.
Dumbledore agreed with Harry's reasoning, and so they headed off in separate directions to their house tables. ________________________________________________________________________
R&R!!
Oh don't you just LOVE the citrus fruits on their door? *grin* I just knew that I was a genius!
Anyways I'm not a genius at revising my own work, so help/comments/random ideas would be much appreciated!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the ideas.I only own my own ideas. Warning: Slash.don't read unless you like this.
Chapter 4: Praised Circumstances
"You two will be sharing a room this year."
At these nine simple words, both boys caught their breath and almost fainted. Better than they could have ever dreamed, their fantasies were becoming a reality before their very eyes.
Such happiness shown from both Harry and Draco's eyes, but Harry simply shrugged and said "ok", then inquired further about Hermione and Draco sneered at the person he most yearned for and briskly said, "If that's all then I'm going to go unpack." Neither noticed what longing there was hidden in the others manners. The only one with this observation was Dumbledore. Dumbledore often noticed more than most would think and this was one of these times, but he just smiled and kindly shooed the boys out of his office and towards their new room, knowing that this situation could become very interesting.
-A few minutes later.Draco's POV-
That's all of my robes.now where did my boxers go? And better get my spell books put away too, and my caldron and potion bottles.oh, what's the use? I can't distract myself. Draco faintly smiled and flicked a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.
Dumbledore finally had done something good. He was going to be in the same room as Harry. Alone. For the entire blessed year. He could have danced for joy, except than Harry really would suspect something was up, and dancing would be quite loud with the creaky old floor boards.
His joy flooded away as quickly as it had come. How was this supposed to be like any other year except for more awkward. He wouldn't even be able to think about the boy sleeping peacefully ten feet away from him because of the guaranteed reaction that always happened when he did. He would have to do something to change this.which meant telling Harry his true feelings. But of course he couldn't do anything like that because the Perfect Potter wouldn't like boys. Wouldn't like him. Not that way anyways.
Insecurity daunted every thought through the minutes he unpacked. And the worst, or maybe even the best part of it was that Harry would come out from the finely decorated bathroom any minute. He tried to think of something utterly repulsive to turn his facial expression from the current one of longing and love to his usual sneer. A vision of Dobby in a bubble bath did the trick but not as soon as he would have hoped so when Harry came out of the bathroom and turned towards Draco to ask which color towels he wanted, his face was twisted in an anguished disgust. Draco mentally slapped himself and sighed. This was the first time in his life that he had wished he could be a girl.
-The same few minutes later.Harry's POV-
I buried my head against one of the black plush towels that hung around the lavishly decorated bathroom that would be partly mine for my last year at Hogwarts. Tears of both happiness and frustration streamed down my face. The person that I most wanted in my life had been almost heaved into it by what would seem a sheer stroke of luck.or Dumbledore. I had begun to think that Dumbledore had shaped my life more than anyone else, simply by the things he had given me and the circumstances he had put me in.
I knew that Draco could never love me as I loved him, and I had almost given up hope of ever having a conversation that did not have any mocking or swearing in it before we were both assigned to this room. Still, I didn't know how I could live to be so close to him day and night without revealing my feelings or having my heart break into infinitesimally small pieces.
Just to be able to hear his voice aimed in my direction, I took another of the black towels and one of the dark blue ones to ask him which color he would prefer. I knew it would be black. When I stepped out of the bathroom, however, I almost didn't dare to say anything because of the horrible expression that appeared on his face when he looked at me. For the first time I regretted telling the Sorting Hat that I did not want to be in Slytherin because that decision had separated Draco and I forever.
-End of POVs-
The two boys stayed in this position for several moments, both staring at each other with opposite expressions and the same feelings in their hearts. This could have continued on for quite some time, except for the knock that rang through the door. Draco took a few steps towards it and opened the door with a still life of citrus fruits on the other side to reveal Hermione, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle staring daggers at each other and waiting for Harry and Draco to come with them-separately-to dinner.
When they heard this request both shook their heads and Harry produced a great roll of parchment which on later inspection from Hermione was a list of rules for the Head Boy.well boys. Draco pointed to a line about halfway down which stated:
"28. The Head Boy and Head Girl shall dine with each other, and not at their house tables, unless granted permission to do so by the head of the school."
Harry spoke up. "Maybe Dumbledore will give us permission tonight, seeing as it is the last meal you will have here, Hermione." The trio looked downcast at this fact. It would be the first time that they had been split up during a school year.
The group of rivals headed down the corridor towards the Great Hall, gradually joined by students from the four houses. Peeves floated above the masses and cackled something about the dinner consisting of dried millerweed slugs and flying goat's blood but no one but the first years paid much attention to this.
A few more minutes and students were jostling each other trying to get good seats while Harry and Draco forced their way through the pandemonium to reach Dumbledore and ask him about their desired seating arrangements for that night. For once both Harry and Draco were choosing to be separated because they knew of all the chances ahead to be together, and both knew that Harry would sorely miss Hermione.
Dumbledore agreed with Harry's reasoning, and so they headed off in separate directions to their house tables. ________________________________________________________________________
R&R!!
Oh don't you just LOVE the citrus fruits on their door? *grin* I just knew that I was a genius!
Anyways I'm not a genius at revising my own work, so help/comments/random ideas would be much appreciated!
