Hey! Me again, Chapter 2. WOOHOO!
Thank you lots for everyone who reviewed! It makes me want to update more ^-^ .
Sorry about the huge cliffy XD.
MagickBeing and everyone else who noticed the mistake- I know it says "...but if things do get any worse I would like it if you come straight back to him. I will try to talk to him" It is meant to say: "...but if things do get any worse I would like it if you come straight back to ME. I will try to talk to him" .
Thank you MagickBeing for pointing that out ^-^.
Pairings: HP + DM, HG + RW
Disclaimer - Harry Potter does not belong to me, he belongs to that oh so sexy Draco Malfoy! (In this fic anyway). But seriously everyone portrayed in this fic unless otherwise stated belongs to J.K Rowling.
Love all that reviewed! Now back to the story…
Chapter 2 - Fights + Emotion + Denial
Harry smiled at him and followed Draco's instructions. Maybe it was the fact that he was still a bit dizzy or the pain hurt so much. Maybe it was just something else. Harry didn't know what it was but he did what his instincts told him to do, He leaned onto Draco and kissed him. On the lips…
They stayed like for a few seconds. Although it was hard to admit, neither of them wanted it to end. Then it hit them.
Draco pushed Harry back, and Harry, not expecting the sudden blow, fell heavily on to the stone floor. Harry looked up and saw Draco staring at him in disbelief.
" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING POTTER?!" Draco shouted at the boy on the ground.
Harry's elbow was bleeding.
" Don't you ever come near me again you bloody sicko! And don't you breathe a word of this to anyone!" He continued. Draco then stuck a hand in his robes. Harry knew what was coming and there was no way that he was going to let Draco remove that memory from his brain. Fighting off his dizziness Harry ran down the corridor. He took miscellaneous corridors to try and lose Draco, even though he was not sure if he already lost him or not.
Finally he collapsed on the wall and sunk down to the ground, breathing heavily. His elbow stung but Harry had gone through worse through out his school years.
/ What the hell did I do? / He asked himself. He was shaking even though it was not cold.
" What the hell was I thinking?! " He yelled out loud.
Harry sat with his back against the wall and brought his knees to his chest. He thought about what just happened.
/ I'm not gay. Why the hell did I kiss him? I like Cho. Not Malfoy. Cho. What's wrong with me? Why did I kiss him? I'm NOT gay, I can't be. Why? I'm not gay…/ He repeated this firmly to himself .
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Hermione and Ron walked back to the Gryffindor in an uncomfortable silence.
"I think we should just try and talk to Harry" Said Ron, finally breaking the silence.
" I don't know. Dumbledore said just to give him time and I know it was probably the only thing he thought about when he was at home for the summer, but being here would be a bit worse" Hermione replied diplomatically.
"Why would it be worse?"
" Because of all the memories Ron. You can't just expect him to not react to all the memories the school brings back to him."
" I just wish there was something we could do."
"I know Ron… "
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Harry got up slowly and leaned on the wall with all his thoughts going through his head. He decided he would go through them later but would just concentrating now on getting back to the common room.
/ Where am I? / He thought to himself as he looked up and down the hallway.
Harry decided just to take his chances and started up the hallway.
/ Why couldn't I have just taken the route back to the common room? Freaking hell, where now? / There was a 3 different corridors for him to choose and the doors he could see beyond the corridors were not helping him.
/ What would Hermione do? / Harry thought to himself. / I am right handed so I'll go right. That's good enough. / And with that he marched down the right corridor.
There were many doors to both his sides but up ahead he could see the beginning of a staircase. Harry stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Nothing he remembered there looked familiar to him but he went up anyway.
Harry checked his watch.
/ 9: 20. Shit! It's past curfew. / He thought before he bounded up the last few stairs and look around. He now had a choice of 2 more staircases and another corridor. He went for the stairs.
/ Great, now where am I? / Harry looked around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard footsteps.
/ Shit! Where to hide, where to hide?! / The footstep began to creep closer so Harry dived behind a statue of a grim looking wizard. He turned around silently and saw his transfiguration, Professor McGonagall, walking sternly up the corridor. She marched right passed the statue where Harry was currently hiding and went down the stairs that Harry just came up from. He waited until the footsteps faded then got up and went down the corridor his Transfiguration professor just appeared from.
/ Great, more stairs/ Harry thought glumly before he continued up another flight of stairs. He was about half way up when the stairs suddenly moved.
/ Crap! Crapcrapcrapcrap! Oh wait! YES! / Harry bounded off the stairs and ran to a familiar looking tapestry. His Transfiguration class was on this level. He then walked past his classroom and walked back to the common room, not once meeting Filch or his cat.
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Draco stared at Harry's departing back, cursing as he fought to get his wand out of his robe pocket. It was too late when the blond haired boy finally freed his wand from the tangled material of his robes, Harry was long gone. Draco growled as his hands shook in barely checked anger.
/ WHAT the FUCK was THAT? / The blond haired boy winced at the remembrance of the event that took place not even five minutes before. Cursing loudly, Draco spat on the ground and wiped his sleeve across his mouth.
"Mister Malfoy. What are you doing out of curfew?" a silky voice asked from behind the blond teen.
"Nothing sir." Draco replied to his potions teacher, careful not to let the man know of the near heart attack he almost caused him.
"Then I suggest you go to your dorm. There will be no warning next time."
"Yes sir," Draco murmured before Snape nodded and left with a dignified swirl of black robe.
Slowly the blond walked backwards until he met the cool, stone wall. Unconsciously, he brought a pale, smooth fingered hand to his lips.
/ Potter will pay for defiling my body. I'll make sure of that./
Draco growled again, before turning sharply, robes billowing in an almost perfect imitation of Professor Snape.
