Spoilers ahead - I don't one anything save the plot and to remind
eveyone...
*hadghdafghdgj* --Harry's thoughts
//hgdlaghklhgjkf// -- Draco's thoughts
"if it's like *this* the asterisks are used for emphasis!"
~*~ I PROMISE I WILL FIX TYPO'S WITH IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS! I just wanted to get this chapter up right away!~*~
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 10
Harry ran into the safety of the Gryffindor Tower. Never before in his entire life had he ever been more confused then he was at this moment.
*Alright, I kissed him. No big deal right? I mean... he was, it was just, um, er.* Harry stammered to himself. He looked down at his watch, *What? How can it possibly be 7:50? Argh, I'm going to be late. I hope Hagrid splits us up. I don't think I could deal with Malfoy right now.*
Harry started to head out for the Great Hall. *I've probably ruined any chances that I ever could have with him.* He dropped his head, *I probably never really had a chance though.*
Harry calmed down. He had to pull himself together if he was ever going to get through this night alive. He started to walk down a few staircases and slowly made his way to the Great Hall. McGonagall and Draco were already waiting for him. He noticed Draco wouldn't look at him.
*Oh god, he's going to kill me. He was offering his friendship to me and I completely ruined it by that fucking kiss.*
"About time Mr. Potter," McGongall spoke.
"Sorry Professor McGonagall, I lost track of time." Harry looked down sharply.
"You and Mr. Malfoy will be serving detention with Hagrid tonight, in the Forbidden Forrest. You will be collecting firewood. No magic will be allowed." McGonagall snapped as she abruptly left the castle. The boys followed behind her. Both hung their heads low, not daring for one glance at each other.
The night was unusually warm for late October. The stars shone very brightly and the three quickly made their way down to Hagrid's Hut, "Here you are Hagrid." McGongall turned and nodded to the boys, "Goodnight." She left them and made her way back up to the castle.
"Hallo 'arry, Mr. Malfoy. Ready to go then?"
The boy's nodded. Still not raising their heads.
"Alright. You two head off to the right together and I'll go left. Don't go to far in. When you're arms get full just start a pile right 'ere." Hagrid pointed to a small pile of logs next to his hut. "I'll call yer back out when we 'ave enough. Alright then," Hagrid took off to the left as the boys went into the forest to the right of Hagrid's Hut.
Neither of them dared to speak. It was getting darker now. There was still sun light, it was burning the sky a beautiful crimson and violet hue. They entered a small opening in the woods and both stopped.
Harry cleared his throat, "Well, this looks like a good spot." His voice betrayed him as it sounded quite raspy and weak. Harry turned to the left and Malfoy to the right. Backs to each other, they started to pick up logs and sticks.
Harry dared to turn around and steal a glance at Malfoy. Draco looked so graceful. Harry desperately wanted to apologize and explain to him about that stupid kiss. But he couldn't find the words. He did not even understand himself, how could he possible explain it to Malfoy? He thought back to the last time they had been in the woods together. It was the summer before their fourth year. The Dark Mark had appeared in the sky during the Quidditch World Cup by Harry's wand. The drunken Death Eaters had been out for a little fun. He shivered as he thought back to that terrible night. Draco had been so different. So malicious and completely unlike how he was in the Astronomy Tower.
"POTTER! Take a picture it will last longer!"
"What...?" Harry hadn't noticed but while he was thinking back to previous encounters he had been staring at Malfoy. "Oh, er... sorry."
"Just get back to work, I have more important things to do then be out side with you." Draco scowled at Harry.
"And it's just a picnic for me Malfoy," Harry replied sarcastically as he turned around to continue picking up logs.
*He can be such an asshole!* Harry and Draco kept working to themselves for a while. Both boy's arms were getting quite full. Harry turned around to Malfoy right when...
"OW! Fucking piece of shit!" Draco immediately had his right hand up to his mouth and sucking on his ring finger, "Same damn finger I jammed before." He kicked the pile of logs that he dropped a second earlier.
Harry laughed to himself, "You have a sliver?"
"What the bloody hell do you think, Potter?"
Harry walked over to Malfoy. "Here," He pulled him over to a larger log and they sat down. "Let me see." Harry took Draco's hand out of his mouth and examined it. "You are such a baby," He chuckled.
"Shut up, Potter," But despite his harsh tone, Draco had a slight smile on his face.
Harry transfigured a small stick into a tweezers. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes it fucking does! Get it out!"
Harry took the tweezers to Draco's finger. The sliver was stuck about an inch and a half down from the tip of his finger. Harry put the tweezers right above the sliver, "Calm down Draco. Does it hurt nnnnn..."
"OWWWWWW!!!!" Harry had pulled the sliver out. "God Potter, you could have given me more of a warning!" Draco half laughed as he stood up and examined his finger. He walked back over to his pile and started to pick up his logs again, as did Harry.
Soon the boys were on their way through the woods, and back to Hagrid's Hut. They each dropped their pile and headed back to the opening in the woods where they had been before. They bother worked quietly for a while. Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't want to do anything to provoke a fight. Draco had actually been surprisingly normal, considering what happened between them.
"Harry?" Draco asked, breaking the long silence.
Harry turned around. He didn't bring up the fact that he hadn't said 'Potter'. "Yes?"
"Um, I have a question to ask you. You don't have to answer it but... I just have to ask."
"What is it?" Harry asked, he did not want to know the possible questions Draco could have.
"Well," Draco darted his eyes to the ground, "Um, why did you run away after you kissed me?" Harry could sense that Draco's face had turned a light shade of red. "I'm sorry you don't have to answer that, I just had to ask."
Harry swallowed back a lump in his throat, *That was the question I didn't want to hear.*
"No it's ok." Harry started to walk closer to Draco. The sun was falling now and it was hard to see him from where Harry had been standing before. "I don't know. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to um, er," Harry saw Draco move closer to him. They were only a foot apart now. "To um, kiss you," Harry's voice trailed off into the night. His nose brushed over the blonde boy's in front of him. "Like that," He found Draco's lips on his own for the second time that night. Harry felt like he was finally alive. All his senses were awake. He felt Draco wrap his arms around his neck. Harry tightened his arms around Draco's waist. Both were looking for a place of belonging and security in the least likely place. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Harry pulled back from the most passionate kiss of his life.
Harry looked Draco in the eye, so intently, "Are you going to run away again?" Draco asked.
"I um," Harry was still in shock. "What was that um, for?" He smiled as he still held onto the boy in front of him.
"I don't know," Draco looked down. He backed away from Harry embrace, "I felt like it I guess." He was starting to feel insecure.
//Why did I do that? This was a big mistake!//
He could feel Harry staring at him. "You know before when you asked if we could be friends?" Draco looked back up at Harry.
"Yeah," Harry backed away. He was starting to get angry and frustrated, "Right before you insulted Hermione."
*This is the boy who's spend the last four years of his life ridiculing me and my friends and I just kissed him.* Harry was really confused now.
"Look Harry, don't get upset." Draco inched closer to Harry.
"Don't get upset? Don't get upset? You've devoted you life to making mine a living hell and you tell me not to get upset?"
*I don't care about that dream. I was just a dream!*
"Harry, I'm trying to explain. I am truly sorry for those years of torment. You weren't and angel your self you know. I just wanted to be friends. You started all of this!" Draco was starting to lose his temper. Harry decided not to start another fight. He stared at Draco. He waited until he calmed down, "Harry, about what I say before. About Granger? I'm sorry. I just didn't think you liked me and I didn't know if I could handle all of this."
"All of what, exactly?"
"I don't know? This! You and me, be friends." Draco looked down. "That is if you still wanted to. I mean if you don't, I'll understand." He started to back away from Harry.
"Well you're right, I don't want to be friends." Harry caught Draco's attention. He stared back into large pools of silver blue eyes. It looked as if he was holding back a tear.
"Alright. I understand," Draco said in a voice so quiet Harry almost thought he imagined it. Draco turned away from Harry and focused his eyes on the ground in front oh him, ready to take whatever Potter had coming to him.
______________________________________________________________________
A/N:
Was that a mean place to stop or what??? So what do you think? Should I continue on with the story? I don't know... he he he - tell me if you like what you see and if you want more... Just when you thought they finally will be together... What exactly does Potter have coming to Draco? If you wanna know review and I'll update sooner! I'm going out of town so if you want the next chapter before I leave then REVIEW! (please?)
*hadghdafghdgj* --Harry's thoughts
//hgdlaghklhgjkf// -- Draco's thoughts
"if it's like *this* the asterisks are used for emphasis!"
~*~ I PROMISE I WILL FIX TYPO'S WITH IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS! I just wanted to get this chapter up right away!~*~
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 10
Harry ran into the safety of the Gryffindor Tower. Never before in his entire life had he ever been more confused then he was at this moment.
*Alright, I kissed him. No big deal right? I mean... he was, it was just, um, er.* Harry stammered to himself. He looked down at his watch, *What? How can it possibly be 7:50? Argh, I'm going to be late. I hope Hagrid splits us up. I don't think I could deal with Malfoy right now.*
Harry started to head out for the Great Hall. *I've probably ruined any chances that I ever could have with him.* He dropped his head, *I probably never really had a chance though.*
Harry calmed down. He had to pull himself together if he was ever going to get through this night alive. He started to walk down a few staircases and slowly made his way to the Great Hall. McGonagall and Draco were already waiting for him. He noticed Draco wouldn't look at him.
*Oh god, he's going to kill me. He was offering his friendship to me and I completely ruined it by that fucking kiss.*
"About time Mr. Potter," McGongall spoke.
"Sorry Professor McGonagall, I lost track of time." Harry looked down sharply.
"You and Mr. Malfoy will be serving detention with Hagrid tonight, in the Forbidden Forrest. You will be collecting firewood. No magic will be allowed." McGonagall snapped as she abruptly left the castle. The boys followed behind her. Both hung their heads low, not daring for one glance at each other.
The night was unusually warm for late October. The stars shone very brightly and the three quickly made their way down to Hagrid's Hut, "Here you are Hagrid." McGongall turned and nodded to the boys, "Goodnight." She left them and made her way back up to the castle.
"Hallo 'arry, Mr. Malfoy. Ready to go then?"
The boy's nodded. Still not raising their heads.
"Alright. You two head off to the right together and I'll go left. Don't go to far in. When you're arms get full just start a pile right 'ere." Hagrid pointed to a small pile of logs next to his hut. "I'll call yer back out when we 'ave enough. Alright then," Hagrid took off to the left as the boys went into the forest to the right of Hagrid's Hut.
Neither of them dared to speak. It was getting darker now. There was still sun light, it was burning the sky a beautiful crimson and violet hue. They entered a small opening in the woods and both stopped.
Harry cleared his throat, "Well, this looks like a good spot." His voice betrayed him as it sounded quite raspy and weak. Harry turned to the left and Malfoy to the right. Backs to each other, they started to pick up logs and sticks.
Harry dared to turn around and steal a glance at Malfoy. Draco looked so graceful. Harry desperately wanted to apologize and explain to him about that stupid kiss. But he couldn't find the words. He did not even understand himself, how could he possible explain it to Malfoy? He thought back to the last time they had been in the woods together. It was the summer before their fourth year. The Dark Mark had appeared in the sky during the Quidditch World Cup by Harry's wand. The drunken Death Eaters had been out for a little fun. He shivered as he thought back to that terrible night. Draco had been so different. So malicious and completely unlike how he was in the Astronomy Tower.
"POTTER! Take a picture it will last longer!"
"What...?" Harry hadn't noticed but while he was thinking back to previous encounters he had been staring at Malfoy. "Oh, er... sorry."
"Just get back to work, I have more important things to do then be out side with you." Draco scowled at Harry.
"And it's just a picnic for me Malfoy," Harry replied sarcastically as he turned around to continue picking up logs.
*He can be such an asshole!* Harry and Draco kept working to themselves for a while. Both boy's arms were getting quite full. Harry turned around to Malfoy right when...
"OW! Fucking piece of shit!" Draco immediately had his right hand up to his mouth and sucking on his ring finger, "Same damn finger I jammed before." He kicked the pile of logs that he dropped a second earlier.
Harry laughed to himself, "You have a sliver?"
"What the bloody hell do you think, Potter?"
Harry walked over to Malfoy. "Here," He pulled him over to a larger log and they sat down. "Let me see." Harry took Draco's hand out of his mouth and examined it. "You are such a baby," He chuckled.
"Shut up, Potter," But despite his harsh tone, Draco had a slight smile on his face.
Harry transfigured a small stick into a tweezers. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes it fucking does! Get it out!"
Harry took the tweezers to Draco's finger. The sliver was stuck about an inch and a half down from the tip of his finger. Harry put the tweezers right above the sliver, "Calm down Draco. Does it hurt nnnnn..."
"OWWWWWW!!!!" Harry had pulled the sliver out. "God Potter, you could have given me more of a warning!" Draco half laughed as he stood up and examined his finger. He walked back over to his pile and started to pick up his logs again, as did Harry.
Soon the boys were on their way through the woods, and back to Hagrid's Hut. They each dropped their pile and headed back to the opening in the woods where they had been before. They bother worked quietly for a while. Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't want to do anything to provoke a fight. Draco had actually been surprisingly normal, considering what happened between them.
"Harry?" Draco asked, breaking the long silence.
Harry turned around. He didn't bring up the fact that he hadn't said 'Potter'. "Yes?"
"Um, I have a question to ask you. You don't have to answer it but... I just have to ask."
"What is it?" Harry asked, he did not want to know the possible questions Draco could have.
"Well," Draco darted his eyes to the ground, "Um, why did you run away after you kissed me?" Harry could sense that Draco's face had turned a light shade of red. "I'm sorry you don't have to answer that, I just had to ask."
Harry swallowed back a lump in his throat, *That was the question I didn't want to hear.*
"No it's ok." Harry started to walk closer to Draco. The sun was falling now and it was hard to see him from where Harry had been standing before. "I don't know. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to um, er," Harry saw Draco move closer to him. They were only a foot apart now. "To um, kiss you," Harry's voice trailed off into the night. His nose brushed over the blonde boy's in front of him. "Like that," He found Draco's lips on his own for the second time that night. Harry felt like he was finally alive. All his senses were awake. He felt Draco wrap his arms around his neck. Harry tightened his arms around Draco's waist. Both were looking for a place of belonging and security in the least likely place. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Harry pulled back from the most passionate kiss of his life.
Harry looked Draco in the eye, so intently, "Are you going to run away again?" Draco asked.
"I um," Harry was still in shock. "What was that um, for?" He smiled as he still held onto the boy in front of him.
"I don't know," Draco looked down. He backed away from Harry embrace, "I felt like it I guess." He was starting to feel insecure.
//Why did I do that? This was a big mistake!//
He could feel Harry staring at him. "You know before when you asked if we could be friends?" Draco looked back up at Harry.
"Yeah," Harry backed away. He was starting to get angry and frustrated, "Right before you insulted Hermione."
*This is the boy who's spend the last four years of his life ridiculing me and my friends and I just kissed him.* Harry was really confused now.
"Look Harry, don't get upset." Draco inched closer to Harry.
"Don't get upset? Don't get upset? You've devoted you life to making mine a living hell and you tell me not to get upset?"
*I don't care about that dream. I was just a dream!*
"Harry, I'm trying to explain. I am truly sorry for those years of torment. You weren't and angel your self you know. I just wanted to be friends. You started all of this!" Draco was starting to lose his temper. Harry decided not to start another fight. He stared at Draco. He waited until he calmed down, "Harry, about what I say before. About Granger? I'm sorry. I just didn't think you liked me and I didn't know if I could handle all of this."
"All of what, exactly?"
"I don't know? This! You and me, be friends." Draco looked down. "That is if you still wanted to. I mean if you don't, I'll understand." He started to back away from Harry.
"Well you're right, I don't want to be friends." Harry caught Draco's attention. He stared back into large pools of silver blue eyes. It looked as if he was holding back a tear.
"Alright. I understand," Draco said in a voice so quiet Harry almost thought he imagined it. Draco turned away from Harry and focused his eyes on the ground in front oh him, ready to take whatever Potter had coming to him.
______________________________________________________________________
A/N:
Was that a mean place to stop or what??? So what do you think? Should I continue on with the story? I don't know... he he he - tell me if you like what you see and if you want more... Just when you thought they finally will be together... What exactly does Potter have coming to Draco? If you wanna know review and I'll update sooner! I'm going out of town so if you want the next chapter before I leave then REVIEW! (please?)