Kay - this one is the changing point... or is it? No fear? Or will Harry
lose it all? READ AND FIND OUT!
I don't own anything and disclaimers get really old.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Or something to that effect.
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Chapter 8
Harry made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and on his way to the Astronomy Tower. When he finally arrived (5 minutes late) he wasn't surprised to Malfoy already waiting for him.
"Hello Potter."
"Malfoy."
Malfoy was sitting on the couch. Harry looked around the room. There was the couch that Malfoy was sitting on with a very large fireplace next to it. Across from the couch was an oversized armchair. Harry stood being very quiet. There was an unnerving silence in the room. Harry finally broke it.
"So why did you want me up here exactly?" Harry asked, hoping that it wasn't about this morning.
"I..." Draco was trying very carefully to choose his words. Harry could tell he was planning exactly what he wanted to say. "Look, Potter, I just wanted to say," Draco moved his eyes away from Harry. "I'm sorry."
//There I said it!//
"Your sorry?" Harry questioned, he couldn't believe his ears. "For what exactly?" Harry couldn't help the smile that broke through.
*Malfoy is apologizing*
//Here is the hard part.//
"Argh... For the potion. For all of the years I've been an arse to you. For everything," Draco got up and walked toward the fireplace. He wiped his finger over the dusty mantel.
"Wow..." Harry's mouth gaped open, "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco would apologize. And to me!"
Draco turned around sharply, "What did you call me?"
"Malfoy?" Harry realized the mistake he had made right after he'd said it.
"No, you called me 'Draco'?" Malfoy insisted.
"Oh, it um... slipped." Harry said using Draco's own words. "Sorry."
"No, It's okay, you can call me Draco."
"Ok, this is just too weird now. What's gotten into you?"
"Look Potter I was just trying to be nice alright?" Malfoy was starting to get mad.
"Sorry," Harry said. "You can call me Harry then,"
"Ok," Draco said calming down now.
Both boys weren't exactly sure what to do next. Draco walked back over to the couch and sat down. Harry walked over to the armchair and sat down. Harry started looking around the room again. I looked like no one had been in here in years. Dust was caked on everywhere.
"So, Harry," Draco said, breaking the silence and trying out Potter's first name. "Why exactly were you underneath me when I would up this morning?" Draco had a trace of a faint smile on his face.
"Oh," Harry chuckled.
*I knew this was coming.*
"I almost forgot about that. Well, honestly I couldn't sleep last night and I went for a walk. I saw the door open to that room and went in and there you were." Harry stopped to look up at Draco.
"And you decided you wanted to sleep under me?" Draco kidded in a kind and unusual way for him.
"No... I, I saw you sleeping and you were shivering and so I put a blanket over you. I sat down on the floor and watched you sleep. You looked so innocent. I couldn't believe it was you. You're normally the biggest pri..."
"Alright Potter just continue," Draco scowled at him.
"Oh sorry," Harry smiled apologetically. "Well I sat down and I was just watching you and I must have been more tired then I thought because I fell asleep."
"And..." Draco said, now getting quite annoyed.
"Well you were having a nightmare or something. You were kicking and then just rolled off the couch and I broke your fall."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "You didn't bother to move me or wake me up?"
"I didn't want to wake you up because you had calmed down so much and I tried to move you but it, um, didn't work." Harry remembered back to when Draco had his arms wrapped around his waist and when he'd said Harry's name. Harry looked up at Draco who was turning a slight shade of pink. "So I grabbed a pillow and fell asleep."
Draco looked down at his hands with his fingers fidgeting and nodded.
"So um, are we friends now Draco? Or what?"
"I don't know," Draco stood up and swallowed back a lump in his throat. He stood next to the fireplace.
//What am I doing? He's offering me his friendship. That's what I wanted right? To stop the petty fights? This is wrong though.//
Harry followed Draco to the fireplace.
*This isn't good. This was going so well. What did I say wrong? He's not going to want to be my friend. He probably just wants a neutral relationship. Not friends not enemies.*
//I don't think I could be just friends.//
"Look Potter," Harry was very close to Malfoy. His chest was almost touching Draco's back. "I, um," Draco was quiet when he spoke. "I could be friend with you but, um, not that mudblood Granger." Draco spoke. Not nearly as malicious as he intended it or as Harry knew he could be. It was almost tender. Innocent.
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and spun him around. There eyes locked. They were face to face. Harry was slightly taller. They were inches apart. "Don't you ever, *EVER*, call her 'mudblood' again." Harry was still holding Draco's wrist. Massaging it slightly.
Draco leaned in closer. His nose touching the side of Harry's, "Why? What is the Golden-Boy going to do about it?" Their lips were now only a simple inch apart.
Harry, who had forgotten why he was mad before, could only stammer, "I would, I ah." Harry couldn't talk anymore. He was to close to this beautiful creature in front of him to talk. Before he realized what he was doing, Harry closed the space between them. His lips meeting Draco's. It felt so right. So perfect. The way Draco fit perfectly next to him. Harry wrapped his arms around the boy. He heard a moan escape his lips. That sound of extreme pleasure had pulled him back down to reality. As soon as Harry realized he had his arms around Draco's waist he pulled away from the kiss sharply. Harry's brain was full of confusion. Draco look equally shocked.
"I... I'm so sorry," Harry backed away and ran out of the room as fast as his legs would take him. He left Draco standing in the room. He didn't look back - he didn't want to know the kind of horrifying state Draco was left in. Or how furious he would be that Harry dared to kiss him. He just wanted to leave, to take that moment back in time and erase it. To punch Draco instead of kiss him, or something equally opposite of that wonderful, beautiful, passionate kiss.
*What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn't thinking and that was the problem. Oh my god! This is so screwed up. How could I do that?*
Harry ran back into the safety of the Gryffindor common room.
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A/N:
Alrighty... so? More? No? yes? Is it crap? To much fluff? Not enough? I NEED FEEDBACK MUH PEEPS! What are your opinions of all of this? Is it really that terrible that you can't review? Help me... ahhhhhhhh...! I NEED HELP! What are you all thinking of this? Seriously! My friend ry ry's not being to much help! Jilly's (- that's me) is having a break down people! AHHHHHHHHH! ADVICE!!! Or something! Please? I'M AS CONFUSED AS HARRY! WHAT DO YALL THINK?
I don't own anything and disclaimers get really old.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Or something to that effect.
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Chapter 8
Harry made his way out of the Gryffindor common room and on his way to the Astronomy Tower. When he finally arrived (5 minutes late) he wasn't surprised to Malfoy already waiting for him.
"Hello Potter."
"Malfoy."
Malfoy was sitting on the couch. Harry looked around the room. There was the couch that Malfoy was sitting on with a very large fireplace next to it. Across from the couch was an oversized armchair. Harry stood being very quiet. There was an unnerving silence in the room. Harry finally broke it.
"So why did you want me up here exactly?" Harry asked, hoping that it wasn't about this morning.
"I..." Draco was trying very carefully to choose his words. Harry could tell he was planning exactly what he wanted to say. "Look, Potter, I just wanted to say," Draco moved his eyes away from Harry. "I'm sorry."
//There I said it!//
"Your sorry?" Harry questioned, he couldn't believe his ears. "For what exactly?" Harry couldn't help the smile that broke through.
*Malfoy is apologizing*
//Here is the hard part.//
"Argh... For the potion. For all of the years I've been an arse to you. For everything," Draco got up and walked toward the fireplace. He wiped his finger over the dusty mantel.
"Wow..." Harry's mouth gaped open, "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco would apologize. And to me!"
Draco turned around sharply, "What did you call me?"
"Malfoy?" Harry realized the mistake he had made right after he'd said it.
"No, you called me 'Draco'?" Malfoy insisted.
"Oh, it um... slipped." Harry said using Draco's own words. "Sorry."
"No, It's okay, you can call me Draco."
"Ok, this is just too weird now. What's gotten into you?"
"Look Potter I was just trying to be nice alright?" Malfoy was starting to get mad.
"Sorry," Harry said. "You can call me Harry then,"
"Ok," Draco said calming down now.
Both boys weren't exactly sure what to do next. Draco walked back over to the couch and sat down. Harry walked over to the armchair and sat down. Harry started looking around the room again. I looked like no one had been in here in years. Dust was caked on everywhere.
"So, Harry," Draco said, breaking the silence and trying out Potter's first name. "Why exactly were you underneath me when I would up this morning?" Draco had a trace of a faint smile on his face.
"Oh," Harry chuckled.
*I knew this was coming.*
"I almost forgot about that. Well, honestly I couldn't sleep last night and I went for a walk. I saw the door open to that room and went in and there you were." Harry stopped to look up at Draco.
"And you decided you wanted to sleep under me?" Draco kidded in a kind and unusual way for him.
"No... I, I saw you sleeping and you were shivering and so I put a blanket over you. I sat down on the floor and watched you sleep. You looked so innocent. I couldn't believe it was you. You're normally the biggest pri..."
"Alright Potter just continue," Draco scowled at him.
"Oh sorry," Harry smiled apologetically. "Well I sat down and I was just watching you and I must have been more tired then I thought because I fell asleep."
"And..." Draco said, now getting quite annoyed.
"Well you were having a nightmare or something. You were kicking and then just rolled off the couch and I broke your fall."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "You didn't bother to move me or wake me up?"
"I didn't want to wake you up because you had calmed down so much and I tried to move you but it, um, didn't work." Harry remembered back to when Draco had his arms wrapped around his waist and when he'd said Harry's name. Harry looked up at Draco who was turning a slight shade of pink. "So I grabbed a pillow and fell asleep."
Draco looked down at his hands with his fingers fidgeting and nodded.
"So um, are we friends now Draco? Or what?"
"I don't know," Draco stood up and swallowed back a lump in his throat. He stood next to the fireplace.
//What am I doing? He's offering me his friendship. That's what I wanted right? To stop the petty fights? This is wrong though.//
Harry followed Draco to the fireplace.
*This isn't good. This was going so well. What did I say wrong? He's not going to want to be my friend. He probably just wants a neutral relationship. Not friends not enemies.*
//I don't think I could be just friends.//
"Look Potter," Harry was very close to Malfoy. His chest was almost touching Draco's back. "I, um," Draco was quiet when he spoke. "I could be friend with you but, um, not that mudblood Granger." Draco spoke. Not nearly as malicious as he intended it or as Harry knew he could be. It was almost tender. Innocent.
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and spun him around. There eyes locked. They were face to face. Harry was slightly taller. They were inches apart. "Don't you ever, *EVER*, call her 'mudblood' again." Harry was still holding Draco's wrist. Massaging it slightly.
Draco leaned in closer. His nose touching the side of Harry's, "Why? What is the Golden-Boy going to do about it?" Their lips were now only a simple inch apart.
Harry, who had forgotten why he was mad before, could only stammer, "I would, I ah." Harry couldn't talk anymore. He was to close to this beautiful creature in front of him to talk. Before he realized what he was doing, Harry closed the space between them. His lips meeting Draco's. It felt so right. So perfect. The way Draco fit perfectly next to him. Harry wrapped his arms around the boy. He heard a moan escape his lips. That sound of extreme pleasure had pulled him back down to reality. As soon as Harry realized he had his arms around Draco's waist he pulled away from the kiss sharply. Harry's brain was full of confusion. Draco look equally shocked.
"I... I'm so sorry," Harry backed away and ran out of the room as fast as his legs would take him. He left Draco standing in the room. He didn't look back - he didn't want to know the kind of horrifying state Draco was left in. Or how furious he would be that Harry dared to kiss him. He just wanted to leave, to take that moment back in time and erase it. To punch Draco instead of kiss him, or something equally opposite of that wonderful, beautiful, passionate kiss.
*What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn't thinking and that was the problem. Oh my god! This is so screwed up. How could I do that?*
Harry ran back into the safety of the Gryffindor common room.
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A/N:
Alrighty... so? More? No? yes? Is it crap? To much fluff? Not enough? I NEED FEEDBACK MUH PEEPS! What are your opinions of all of this? Is it really that terrible that you can't review? Help me... ahhhhhhhh...! I NEED HELP! What are you all thinking of this? Seriously! My friend ry ry's not being to much help! Jilly's (- that's me) is having a break down people! AHHHHHHHHH! ADVICE!!! Or something! Please? I'M AS CONFUSED AS HARRY! WHAT DO YALL THINK?