A/N: Another chapter to Sealed Kiss. And I decided to leave the title of
this story as that, instead of Sealed Love! I know it has been a while
since I have updated, and I hope you all didn't forget what happened in the
previous chapter x] Anyway, enjoy this one!
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It was the class right before lunch, and Draco purposely forgot to bring his Transfiguration homework. McGonagall made him go get it. Draco gladly left. Now to get the package his father has sent him. Since he knew he would not be able to retrieve the package night, Draco decided to get it in the middle of classes. He knew Filch was patrolling the hallways for any students skipping class, leaving Draco with an empty Filch's office.
Draco's heart pounded excitedly as he reached Filch's office. With another glance around, he slowly turned the knob. No one was inside; perfect! Draco slipped inside, looking around before moving to the cabinets. The first drawer contained a lot of Filibuster fireworks, the next contained weird objects tied together with tape and ropes (they hummed like crazy), and the next drawer contained tests and quizzes students cheated off on. Draco looked through drawer after drawers but none of those cabinets contained the neatly wrapped package. Frustrated, he heard footsteps outside the door. The first thing he noticed was the large wardrobe, which he quickly sneaked inside. The door opened and in stepped Filch and Mrs. Norris.
"We are so close into getting Peeves thrown out my sweet," Filch said happily to Mrs. Norris.
A shuffle of Filch's footsteps was heard. Panicking, Draco knew Filch is going to open the wardrobe. He sunk down, crouching in the dark corner, hiding behind a large bucket full of Zonko's merchandise. Filch opened one door without looking at what was inside. Filch's brown mouldy coat was flung carelessly on Draco.
Argh! Doesn't he ever wash this thing? Draco thought horrified, flinging the coat aside.
"Let's see what Peeves is up to now," Filch said.
Footsteps descended down the room and Draco gave out a sigh of relief. Getting out of the wardrobe he stretched his back. Fear all of a sudden flooded him. Where is the package? They couldn't have checked it yet, could they? What would his father do once he found out?
Draco gulped. This was not going to be good. Only Draco and his father know how much a small item can cause big trouble.
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Harry had trouble in the next class. He was so occupied in his thoughts; he forgot to go get his bag back from the Potion's classroom. Professor Binns droned about how being a irresponsible student can cause short term memory, before making up his mind into letting Harry borrow some parchment and quill from someone else. By the time the class ended, Harry have finished writing a letter to Draco. He was never very good at keeping his emotions in check, after what happened with Cho, (the thought brought him a cold headache). Harry knew he should have told Cho about his feelings burning deep within his heart for her, but he was too late. A small light brown haired boy, the same age as her asked her out. The whole Cedric deal still haunted her, but she knew she had to let go.
Harry shut himself in his dormitories, yelling at himself for being too late. But as the time drifted, so did the fog that smeared itself around his heart. It was then he realized he never did like girls. A stage of denial in the race of teenage hormones. Who knew Harry would end up starring at his archrival whenever he got the chance to? Since he could not keep the trickle of feelings for Draco to himself he ended up telling Ron (who almost had a heart attack).
Now starring down at the note explaining his feelings for Draco, he felt nervousness beginning to fill him. What if Draco doesn't like him? What if the kiss meant something Harry miss-judged? What if the kiss didn't even happen and he was just having hallucinations?
"Harry," Ron peered at him closely. "Are you okay?"
Harry has been locked in his thoughts too much lately.
"Y-Yeah I'm okay," Harry groaned, putting his face in his hands.
"Is it about.........you know."
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Go away this is boy talk," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him before turning to Harry.
"You need to talk about something? Is it about a girl?"
"Hermione, even if it was, Harry is most likely to talk to a guy," Ron pointed out.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just you know, I have to get my bag back from Potions I forgot to get it."
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger, is there something more important then learning about ancient Wizard tombs?" Professor Binns asked.
"No," Hermione said in a small voice.
"Good then, you can continue on with your conversation, after class."
The last 20 minutes of the class was boring, like usual. Finally, much to everyone's delight, class ended.
"I'm going to go get my bag, I'll meet you guys after lunch," Harry said.
Ron and Hermione nodded and left. Harry walked down the hall leading to the dungeons. The dungeons were a cold place and soon enough, Harry drew his cloak near to keep warm. His breath became short puffs, wanting to quickly get out of the dungeons.
"Why are you down here Potter?" Someone snapped.
Harry whirled around facing an amused looking Draco. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Too anxious to wait for tonight's detention are we?"
Harry blushed.
"I forgot my bag," Harry muttered.
"Oh you mean this?" Draco said pointing to the bag swung over his shoulder.
"Yeah a book bag. You know, school supplies, parchment, text books-"
"I know what it is Potter, I don't need you to teach me."
"Then why-?"
"This so happens to be yours. Can't believe you can't even recognize your own school bag."
"Then give it to me!"
"I would love to," Draco said with a hint of suggest.
"Not that way," Harry said blushing even more if possible.
Draco smirked and handed Harry his bag. Their fingers touched for a moment. An electric sensation went through Harry's body. Even Draco couldn't ignore the strong feelings for Harry. They both looked at each other, both being rather close to one another. Harry licked his dry lips. Draco, seeing this, licked his own. They were leaning in more; their noses touched and Harry could feel the softness of Draco's skin. They were breathing quite heavily, eyes semi-closed.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" The sound bounced off the walls ringing into Harry and Draco's ears.
"Damn it," Draco swore quietly, stepping back.
He was about to start off on a roll of insults, but seeing who it was, he bit his tongue. Harry on the other hand, groaned with disappointment. Snape stood before them, carrying a textbook in one hand.
"I was giving Harry back his bag Professor," Draco said.
"Harry now is it? Wasn't it once, Potter?" Snape thin lips curled into a twisted smile.
Draco paled and occupied himself by looking at the floor. How could he say his first name out loud? Stupid, stupid Draco!
"You're not cheating on Mr. Weasley are you now Potter?"
"Ron and I are just friends," Harry said glaring at Snape.
Snape's black eyes glowed with a tint of eeriness.
"Well give him back his bag Draco, don't dawdle."
Draco let go of the bag he was clutching. No longer touching Harry's fingers, Draco felt disappointed.
"Carry on," Snape ordered.
Draco pushed past Harry and Snape, going the other direction. Harry stared helplessly at Draco's form.
"Potter," Snape warned.
Harry dragged his eyes away from Draco and quickly left the dungeons. Besides, there was still the detention, he'll be able to see Draco again soon.........in a few hours.
A/N: I know that might have been short, so have the rest of the previous chapters, but they will get longer as the stories continue. I finished writing Chapter 6 and boy is it long. It's about 8 pages. And, if you would like to be emailed when I update a new chapter, leave your email in your review! Okay, time to review ^^
But before I end this chapter, here's a quick preview of what's coming up next.
She leaned in close to Draco and placed a kiss on his cheek. Harry spat out the soup he was drinking on Dean.
"OY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Dean snapped.
"Harry!" Hermione said shocked. "What is wrong with you?"
Harry, embarrassed enough already, stood up and ran from the hall.
Now I've got you guys gripping the edge of your seat, with a gun, trying to shoot the girl that kissed Draco on the cheek huh? Well.........since you might have to wait until next Friday to find out, I'll tell you this: the kiss is not important, it was just a tiny peck and Draco doesn't even like the girl. =)
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It was the class right before lunch, and Draco purposely forgot to bring his Transfiguration homework. McGonagall made him go get it. Draco gladly left. Now to get the package his father has sent him. Since he knew he would not be able to retrieve the package night, Draco decided to get it in the middle of classes. He knew Filch was patrolling the hallways for any students skipping class, leaving Draco with an empty Filch's office.
Draco's heart pounded excitedly as he reached Filch's office. With another glance around, he slowly turned the knob. No one was inside; perfect! Draco slipped inside, looking around before moving to the cabinets. The first drawer contained a lot of Filibuster fireworks, the next contained weird objects tied together with tape and ropes (they hummed like crazy), and the next drawer contained tests and quizzes students cheated off on. Draco looked through drawer after drawers but none of those cabinets contained the neatly wrapped package. Frustrated, he heard footsteps outside the door. The first thing he noticed was the large wardrobe, which he quickly sneaked inside. The door opened and in stepped Filch and Mrs. Norris.
"We are so close into getting Peeves thrown out my sweet," Filch said happily to Mrs. Norris.
A shuffle of Filch's footsteps was heard. Panicking, Draco knew Filch is going to open the wardrobe. He sunk down, crouching in the dark corner, hiding behind a large bucket full of Zonko's merchandise. Filch opened one door without looking at what was inside. Filch's brown mouldy coat was flung carelessly on Draco.
Argh! Doesn't he ever wash this thing? Draco thought horrified, flinging the coat aside.
"Let's see what Peeves is up to now," Filch said.
Footsteps descended down the room and Draco gave out a sigh of relief. Getting out of the wardrobe he stretched his back. Fear all of a sudden flooded him. Where is the package? They couldn't have checked it yet, could they? What would his father do once he found out?
Draco gulped. This was not going to be good. Only Draco and his father know how much a small item can cause big trouble.
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Harry had trouble in the next class. He was so occupied in his thoughts; he forgot to go get his bag back from the Potion's classroom. Professor Binns droned about how being a irresponsible student can cause short term memory, before making up his mind into letting Harry borrow some parchment and quill from someone else. By the time the class ended, Harry have finished writing a letter to Draco. He was never very good at keeping his emotions in check, after what happened with Cho, (the thought brought him a cold headache). Harry knew he should have told Cho about his feelings burning deep within his heart for her, but he was too late. A small light brown haired boy, the same age as her asked her out. The whole Cedric deal still haunted her, but she knew she had to let go.
Harry shut himself in his dormitories, yelling at himself for being too late. But as the time drifted, so did the fog that smeared itself around his heart. It was then he realized he never did like girls. A stage of denial in the race of teenage hormones. Who knew Harry would end up starring at his archrival whenever he got the chance to? Since he could not keep the trickle of feelings for Draco to himself he ended up telling Ron (who almost had a heart attack).
Now starring down at the note explaining his feelings for Draco, he felt nervousness beginning to fill him. What if Draco doesn't like him? What if the kiss meant something Harry miss-judged? What if the kiss didn't even happen and he was just having hallucinations?
"Harry," Ron peered at him closely. "Are you okay?"
Harry has been locked in his thoughts too much lately.
"Y-Yeah I'm okay," Harry groaned, putting his face in his hands.
"Is it about.........you know."
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"Go away this is boy talk," Ron said.
Hermione glared at him before turning to Harry.
"You need to talk about something? Is it about a girl?"
"Hermione, even if it was, Harry is most likely to talk to a guy," Ron pointed out.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just you know, I have to get my bag back from Potions I forgot to get it."
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Granger, is there something more important then learning about ancient Wizard tombs?" Professor Binns asked.
"No," Hermione said in a small voice.
"Good then, you can continue on with your conversation, after class."
The last 20 minutes of the class was boring, like usual. Finally, much to everyone's delight, class ended.
"I'm going to go get my bag, I'll meet you guys after lunch," Harry said.
Ron and Hermione nodded and left. Harry walked down the hall leading to the dungeons. The dungeons were a cold place and soon enough, Harry drew his cloak near to keep warm. His breath became short puffs, wanting to quickly get out of the dungeons.
"Why are you down here Potter?" Someone snapped.
Harry whirled around facing an amused looking Draco. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Too anxious to wait for tonight's detention are we?"
Harry blushed.
"I forgot my bag," Harry muttered.
"Oh you mean this?" Draco said pointing to the bag swung over his shoulder.
"Yeah a book bag. You know, school supplies, parchment, text books-"
"I know what it is Potter, I don't need you to teach me."
"Then why-?"
"This so happens to be yours. Can't believe you can't even recognize your own school bag."
"Then give it to me!"
"I would love to," Draco said with a hint of suggest.
"Not that way," Harry said blushing even more if possible.
Draco smirked and handed Harry his bag. Their fingers touched for a moment. An electric sensation went through Harry's body. Even Draco couldn't ignore the strong feelings for Harry. They both looked at each other, both being rather close to one another. Harry licked his dry lips. Draco, seeing this, licked his own. They were leaning in more; their noses touched and Harry could feel the softness of Draco's skin. They were breathing quite heavily, eyes semi-closed.
"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" The sound bounced off the walls ringing into Harry and Draco's ears.
"Damn it," Draco swore quietly, stepping back.
He was about to start off on a roll of insults, but seeing who it was, he bit his tongue. Harry on the other hand, groaned with disappointment. Snape stood before them, carrying a textbook in one hand.
"I was giving Harry back his bag Professor," Draco said.
"Harry now is it? Wasn't it once, Potter?" Snape thin lips curled into a twisted smile.
Draco paled and occupied himself by looking at the floor. How could he say his first name out loud? Stupid, stupid Draco!
"You're not cheating on Mr. Weasley are you now Potter?"
"Ron and I are just friends," Harry said glaring at Snape.
Snape's black eyes glowed with a tint of eeriness.
"Well give him back his bag Draco, don't dawdle."
Draco let go of the bag he was clutching. No longer touching Harry's fingers, Draco felt disappointed.
"Carry on," Snape ordered.
Draco pushed past Harry and Snape, going the other direction. Harry stared helplessly at Draco's form.
"Potter," Snape warned.
Harry dragged his eyes away from Draco and quickly left the dungeons. Besides, there was still the detention, he'll be able to see Draco again soon.........in a few hours.
A/N: I know that might have been short, so have the rest of the previous chapters, but they will get longer as the stories continue. I finished writing Chapter 6 and boy is it long. It's about 8 pages. And, if you would like to be emailed when I update a new chapter, leave your email in your review! Okay, time to review ^^
But before I end this chapter, here's a quick preview of what's coming up next.
She leaned in close to Draco and placed a kiss on his cheek. Harry spat out the soup he was drinking on Dean.
"OY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Dean snapped.
"Harry!" Hermione said shocked. "What is wrong with you?"
Harry, embarrassed enough already, stood up and ran from the hall.
Now I've got you guys gripping the edge of your seat, with a gun, trying to shoot the girl that kissed Draco on the cheek huh? Well.........since you might have to wait until next Friday to find out, I'll tell you this: the kiss is not important, it was just a tiny peck and Draco doesn't even like the girl. =)