Author: Evita
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't
make any money out of this and do it for fun. Don't sue.
This story contains slash (Harry/Draco)
Chapter Seven
Tears, for me they where no sign of sadness no sign of shame cause boys aren't supposed to cry. No, it was a sign of relief that I could, that I felt safe enough to let my emotions go like that. Too bad I had never felt safe loved and cherished enough that I had actually did it.
Draco stared at these words written in the sky thinking the words matched him, suited him but on the other side of those smoke written words was a boy who thought exactly the same thing. Who would like to guess the identity of this boy?
Exactly, Harry Potter.
"Harry what are you doing here?"
"I don't know where are we?"
"Don't know either." Draco answered
They studied each other carefully trough the written words, it was the only thing that separated them just little bits of smoke but that didn't make it any easier. No, one could say it made it more difficult. They would not have to fight to reach each other no it was so easy, no barriers, nothing what stopped them from reaching out.
It was all so easy but that made it only harder. Cause now they had to think about it. This was not an adrenaline rushed rescue, no quick thinking. This forced them to think if they wanted to reach out to the other, wanted the connection it would form, the link.
Maybe this sounds ridiculous to you: two people standing at two sides of some smoky words written in the sky. Not being able to move talk or make up their mind about that situation. You would reach for that person wouldn't you? Ask him or her to help you. But your name isn't Harry Potter is it? Or Draco Malfoy?
No to them this proved how important the situation was. It would have consequences.
Their minds supplying them with doubts and fears, their hearts telling them different things. Yes it was difficult to find reason in their screaming thoughts, But all was erased when their eyes met finding all the answers to the unasked and unknown questions. Their left hands flying through the smoke meeting half way, their eyes never losing contact.
The bond was made. It was beautiful, it would change everything.
*~*
"So it seems that there indeed is something going on with them. We have two choices then, to meddle or to watch."
"We can't meddle! Matt was scandalized. How can we meddle if we don't even know what's going on we might ruin something."
"Matt you're treating them as porcelain dolls they can handle something." Poppy chided the young man.
"Well maybe they need to be treated that way for once! You thinks it's fun to always lead the rough life always be in danger always waiting for the next blow to come?" He finished his rant quietly, he was tired oh so tired.
"I do believe you have a point Matthew, but what if things go wrong?" The headmaster asked the slightly distressed boy.
"How do you know when something is wrong when you have no clue of what they are dealing with?"
"Another good point, Then we shall investigate it is clear that this is an important issue."
"Okay fine headmaster I really can't stop you. Matt said. But I suggest you keep them out of it."
"How do you mean that Matthew?" Poppy interfered feeling left out of the conversation.
"I think they should find out on their own and no one should bother them. It is their. well how we call it.. *thing*? And of course we should keep this investigation strictly secret."
"Then this how it shall be." And with that the headmaster sealed the topic.
"Oh yeah Albus what are you going to do about the Daily Prophet? I think they found a Rita Skeeter 2."
The only answer Matt got to that was a twinkle of the old mans eyes. He fought the urge to sweatdrop.
*~*
Back in the hospital wing Draco Malfoy was sighing contently, he had just woken up from the most amazing dream in his life. It felt so perfect so wonderful he had felt so safe. He was still lying there he was awake yes but he pretended to sleep just for a bit longer, for many reasons
One he didn't want to leave the bliss the dream had brought him, you know the feeling when you had a real nice dream you can wake up with this glowy warn fuzzy feeling al over you.
Two he did not want to leave the comfort he was in. His head laying on Harry's chest their hands still clasped. He did not want to move he didn't want to open his eyes and he most certainly did not want to let go of Harry's hand.
The ironic thing was Harry was in the same state not really wanting to be awake not wanting to let go of the feeling, although neither of the boys knew the other was awake.
Draco was the first one brave enough to return to realty to leave this sanctuary.
He let go of Harry's hand opened his eyes and walked out of the hospital wing after all he could not stay there for ever.
After all it had just been a dream. *~*
Author Notes: I know this is really really short but I have a fever but I haven't updated in a while and I really thought I should. Maybe I shouldn't have because I have a major head ache now and there's snot everywhere! (My pj's the keyboard etc. etc.) Maybe I'll go get some sleep now or work on my GW lemon, Probably the first.
Ps. I know this chap is sappy to.
I would like to thank for reviews:
Blu Ice: I think that's the most funniest review I have ever got and I'm taking it as a compliment thank you!
Asaroth69: your one of my favourite reviewers, on your latest revieuw you where right on the first thing ( about Harry having more trouble cause he can't control his emotions as well as Draco) but you where wrong on the second ( I'll see if I will make them able to cast wandless magic) Hint: Think of the birthmark.
KittenBabyGirl: I hope it's better like this (.
Csweetiebeanie: thank you for your compliment and you review of course.
Chapter Seven
Tears, for me they where no sign of sadness no sign of shame cause boys aren't supposed to cry. No, it was a sign of relief that I could, that I felt safe enough to let my emotions go like that. Too bad I had never felt safe loved and cherished enough that I had actually did it.
Draco stared at these words written in the sky thinking the words matched him, suited him but on the other side of those smoke written words was a boy who thought exactly the same thing. Who would like to guess the identity of this boy?
Exactly, Harry Potter.
"Harry what are you doing here?"
"I don't know where are we?"
"Don't know either." Draco answered
They studied each other carefully trough the written words, it was the only thing that separated them just little bits of smoke but that didn't make it any easier. No, one could say it made it more difficult. They would not have to fight to reach each other no it was so easy, no barriers, nothing what stopped them from reaching out.
It was all so easy but that made it only harder. Cause now they had to think about it. This was not an adrenaline rushed rescue, no quick thinking. This forced them to think if they wanted to reach out to the other, wanted the connection it would form, the link.
Maybe this sounds ridiculous to you: two people standing at two sides of some smoky words written in the sky. Not being able to move talk or make up their mind about that situation. You would reach for that person wouldn't you? Ask him or her to help you. But your name isn't Harry Potter is it? Or Draco Malfoy?
No to them this proved how important the situation was. It would have consequences.
Their minds supplying them with doubts and fears, their hearts telling them different things. Yes it was difficult to find reason in their screaming thoughts, But all was erased when their eyes met finding all the answers to the unasked and unknown questions. Their left hands flying through the smoke meeting half way, their eyes never losing contact.
The bond was made. It was beautiful, it would change everything.
*~*
"So it seems that there indeed is something going on with them. We have two choices then, to meddle or to watch."
"We can't meddle! Matt was scandalized. How can we meddle if we don't even know what's going on we might ruin something."
"Matt you're treating them as porcelain dolls they can handle something." Poppy chided the young man.
"Well maybe they need to be treated that way for once! You thinks it's fun to always lead the rough life always be in danger always waiting for the next blow to come?" He finished his rant quietly, he was tired oh so tired.
"I do believe you have a point Matthew, but what if things go wrong?" The headmaster asked the slightly distressed boy.
"How do you know when something is wrong when you have no clue of what they are dealing with?"
"Another good point, Then we shall investigate it is clear that this is an important issue."
"Okay fine headmaster I really can't stop you. Matt said. But I suggest you keep them out of it."
"How do you mean that Matthew?" Poppy interfered feeling left out of the conversation.
"I think they should find out on their own and no one should bother them. It is their. well how we call it.. *thing*? And of course we should keep this investigation strictly secret."
"Then this how it shall be." And with that the headmaster sealed the topic.
"Oh yeah Albus what are you going to do about the Daily Prophet? I think they found a Rita Skeeter 2."
The only answer Matt got to that was a twinkle of the old mans eyes. He fought the urge to sweatdrop.
*~*
Back in the hospital wing Draco Malfoy was sighing contently, he had just woken up from the most amazing dream in his life. It felt so perfect so wonderful he had felt so safe. He was still lying there he was awake yes but he pretended to sleep just for a bit longer, for many reasons
One he didn't want to leave the bliss the dream had brought him, you know the feeling when you had a real nice dream you can wake up with this glowy warn fuzzy feeling al over you.
Two he did not want to leave the comfort he was in. His head laying on Harry's chest their hands still clasped. He did not want to move he didn't want to open his eyes and he most certainly did not want to let go of Harry's hand.
The ironic thing was Harry was in the same state not really wanting to be awake not wanting to let go of the feeling, although neither of the boys knew the other was awake.
Draco was the first one brave enough to return to realty to leave this sanctuary.
He let go of Harry's hand opened his eyes and walked out of the hospital wing after all he could not stay there for ever.
After all it had just been a dream. *~*
Author Notes: I know this is really really short but I have a fever but I haven't updated in a while and I really thought I should. Maybe I shouldn't have because I have a major head ache now and there's snot everywhere! (My pj's the keyboard etc. etc.) Maybe I'll go get some sleep now or work on my GW lemon, Probably the first.
Ps. I know this chap is sappy to.
I would like to thank for reviews:
Blu Ice: I think that's the most funniest review I have ever got and I'm taking it as a compliment thank you!
Asaroth69: your one of my favourite reviewers, on your latest revieuw you where right on the first thing ( about Harry having more trouble cause he can't control his emotions as well as Draco) but you where wrong on the second ( I'll see if I will make them able to cast wandless magic) Hint: Think of the birthmark.
KittenBabyGirl: I hope it's better like this (.
Csweetiebeanie: thank you for your compliment and you review of course.
