A/N: Oh boy xD that took me longer then expected to write this chapter.
Once AGAIN, I'm sorry to keep you guys waiting. On the ferry to Victoria, I
was really bored, so I ended up drawing a map of what I think the Malfoy
Manor looks like. I do weird stuff when I'm bored. I once categorized my
bookshelf and cleaned all the dust off it, and my mom didn't even tell me
to do that. All right, I'm leaving to go on this 9-day tour in the States
on Saturday. SO! I wont be able to update on Friday. But I'll make sure
I'll update the NEXT Friday.
*******************************************************
Draco hated travelling with a portkey, but he wasn't going to complain. In a matter of few minutes, he'll have to face his father. Snape stayed by Draco's side (much to Draco's relief), until they reached the main gate.
"This is where I leave you," Snape said. "I'll be living in the owlery as my animagi form. If you need me, send your owl to me."
Draco nodded slowly and watched Snape turn into a bat. He gave a loud screech before taking off. A sound of running footsteps caught Draco's attention. Narcissa was running towards him, trying not to trip over her high heels. As she approached, the gate opened itself, and she threw her arms over her son sobbing slightly.
"You're back!" Narcissa said, hardly believing it. It was as if Draco has been gone for 5 years, and a mother has reunited with her only son again.
Draco hugged back remembering the familiar rose scented perfume his mother used. Narcissa pulled away and wiped the corner of her eyes with a small handkerchief.
"Come on, your father is waiting for you."
Entering the home he grew up in brought back many memories. As they walked through the entrance hall, he noticed the new vase his father bought to replace the old one. Draco could still remember how the old vase broke. He was 7 when his father brought home an ancient vase. Out of curiosity, and despite what his father told him, "Do not touch the vase Draco, I'm warning you," he decided to play with it for a while. After his father had left for business, Draco snuck out of his room and into the entrance hall with his toy broomstick. The house elves watched horrified as Draco flew around the entrance hall, playing imaginary Quidditch with the vase. They tried to stop him but he only threatened to sack them if they didn't shut up. Once Lucius came home and saw Draco, he started yelling. That caught him by surprise, thus he dropped the vase. He had to stay in his room for 2 weeks, and his toy broomstick got disposed of.
Draco frowned at the memory and noticed his mother watching him closely.
"Are you okay Draco? Do you feel sick?"
"I'm okay."
"You're turning a bit pale."
"I'm fine," Draco reassured her.
Narcissa gave her son another glance before leading him upstairs to the dining room. Lucius was sitting comfortably in a large chair; a parchment was placed in front of him. His face broke into a pained smile when he noticed his son has arrived.
"Welcome home," Lucius drawled. "Your trunk has been brought upstairs to your room."
Draco nodded and sat in the chair across from his father. Narcissa stayed by Draco's side. Lucius cleared his throat and passed a parchment to Draco. He read it under his father's steady gaze. It was an invitation.........
"To attend dinner with Mr. Boris tomorrow night," Lucius said. "We're leaving at 7 by carriages."
Draco knew this was one of those meetings held by Death Eaters. It comes out perfectly. His father would want Draco by his side so he could do a little showing off, while Draco could maybe find out what they are up to.
"Do you understand Draco?" Lucius snapped, asking his son the same question for the third time.
"Yes father," Draco said even though he had no idea his father was even talking to him.
"Good," Lucius said. "Go wash up."
Draco left the dining room and headed towards the staircase. He couldn't wait to enter his room so he could write a letter to Harry and Dumbledore. As he reached the 3rd floor, he stumbled upon a house elf. Draco stopped and looked at the little creature. It was scrubbing the floor, muttering non-stop. It didn't seem aware that there was a small puddle of water slowly trickling out of an upturned bucket.
"You do know water is spilling out of the bucket," Draco said.
The house elf stopped scrubbing and threw the rag down. It looked at Draco with piercing green eyes.
"And does sir think Froad cares?" Froad the house elf spoke in a shrill voice.
The nerve of this house elf, Draco thought angrily.
He was about to tell the house elf off, but there was a "pop" and another house elf appeared beside Froad. He recognized the other house elf; it was his mother's. Star has been with Narcissa ever since she was 12.
"Master Malfoy sir, excuse poor Froad. He still has a lot to learn sir. Don't be mad at Froad Master Malfoy," Star said teary eyed.
Draco stood stunned for a moment before nodding. He dismissed Froad and Star and continued on to his bedroom. He opened the polished oak door and walked into his room. The walls were white and if just a speck of dust got on it, the exquisite wallpaper would clear it off itself. There was another small hallway that had Draco's baby pictures hung up. Draco blushed as he noticed a specific picture where he was running around the garden naked when he was 2 years old. His father wanted very much to burn the picture, but his mother thought it was "adorable." For once Draco was on his father's side; he would have liked it very much if he just tossed the picture into the fire.
The small hallway leads to Draco's actual bedroom. His large king-sized bed with green sheets, stood alone in the right corner. A small fireplace lit up the room with its flames. Draco walked over to his bed, flopping down sighing loudly. He wondered what Harry was doing right now. He was starting to miss Hogwarts, something he never thought he would ever miss. It was 1:10 in the afternoon and he decided to take a quick nap before attending teatime.
*******************************************************
Draco didn't sleep as much that night. He woke up sweating furiously from a nightmare. He could still hear the pained scream coming from Harry, as the Dark Lord tortured him. What haunted Draco the most was the way Harry turned to look at Draco with accusing eyes. He mouthed the words "help me" and fainted. That was when Draco woke up.
He wiped his sweaty forehead, his throat suddenly dry. Trying to force the nightmare away, he closed his eyes and tried sleeping once more.
*******************************************************
After taking a quick swim in the indoor swimming pool, located in the second floor, he returned to his room finding an outfit laid out on his bed. A note was on top of the outfit,
Draco,
These used to be mine and now I'm passing it on to you. You better keep these clothes in good shape. I expect you to be ready by 6:30. We'll be meeting in the dungeons.
Your Father
Draco crumbled the note and tossed it on the ground. He checked the time and noticed it was almost 6:30. He quickly took off his robes. By the time he was finished dressing, it was past 6:30.
"Oh crap," Draco muttered and tore out of his room, not giving a glance in the mirror.
Out of breath and tired from running, Draco headed downstairs towards the dungeons. He opened the metal doors and found his parents waiting for him.
"Sorry," Draco apologized to his parents.
Narcissa smiled at him and beckoned him to come over. Lucius just scowled; Draco made no eye contact with his father. There was another metal door on the right side of the room, leading to the carriages. It was stifling hot, but Draco managed to keep cool by a simple charm he used in his own carriage. Each carriage had 2 horses, which began trotting down the dirt road. There were a few bumps here and there; they arrived 5 minutes late.
Mr. Boris's house was nowhere as big as the Malfoy Manor, but it was still very comfy. At the dinner table, it seated more then 10 people, whom were all chatting in hushed whispers. Draco found this a bit odd; usually they would talk in loud booming voices. Draco sat next to his father, trying to catch some of the Death Eaters conversations. Though the only words he heard were "Potter boy," and "Voldemort," he immediately knew a plan was beginning to boil. The guests retreated to a cozy living room after dinner, located across the dinning room. There, they all sat on couches, still whispering to each other.
"Ah Lucius!" Mr. Boris walked over.
Lucius smiled unusually, "Mr. Boris."
Once Mr. Boris started chatting on about work at the Ministry, Lucius nodded to 3 guys in the far corner. They nodded back and walked towards Mr. Boris from behind.
"So I told Fudge to keep an eye on the remaining dementors, but you know what he said?" Mr. Boris said.
"Do tell me," Lucius drawled, a smirk plastered on his face.
Draco watched in horror as one of the 3 guys got out a wand, while the other 2 immediately grabbed a hold of Mr. Boris. He knew what they were about to do, and he had to watch it happen. He thought quite wrong though. Lucius noticed Draco sitting on the couch watching the scene, just like the other Death Eaters, only with a horrified expression.
"Come over here Draco," Lucius said.
Draco hesitated but his mother gave him a slight push, making him walk over to his father.
"I believe you've met my son before," Lucius drawled.
"I don't care about your bloody son, un-hand me!" Mr. Boris squirmed wildly.
"No can do," the man holding the wand said.
"I bet your son is as much of a bastard you are-"
Lucius snapped, no one has ever dared insulted his son in front of him. He whipped out his wand and pressed the hard wood against Mr. Boris's throat, who gave out a choke.
"I know you are one of Fudge's faithful little pals aren't you?" Lucius sneered. "He gave you the key to the cells in Azkaban, tell me where it is. You do notice your wife is nowhere to be seen? I'm sure the Death Eaters downstairs are having their fun with her."
Mr. Boris's gulped, his eyes wondering around the room, seeking help. He was only met with the gleeful gaze of the Death Eaters. He turned back to look at the amused Lucius. He took a shuddering breath.
"It's in a wardrobe in the master bedroom upstairs," Mr. Boris said. "Please leave my wife and let her be."
"She's probably dead by now, they like it rough you see," Lucius said carelessly.
Mr. Boris let out a sob, which Lucius took no notice of; instead he motioned one of the Death Eaters to go retrieve the key. Draco suddenly felt sorry for Mr. Boris, he really hated to admit it, but the man was sobbing with his body slumped as the other 2 Death Eaters held him up. Add in the wand ready to kill, and his tortured wife, who wouldn't feel sorry for him? Draco was so disgusted he was ready to leave, but the words that came out of his father's mouth froze him to his spot.
"Take your wand out Draco, you'll get the pleasure of killing this mudblood," Lucius said coldly, eyeing Mr. Boris with pure hatred.
Draco's eyes widened but he kept quiet, and he took out his wand, pointing it at Mr. Boris. What was he doing? Put down the wand, his mind screamed. He didn't want to kill but the look on his father's face showed that he was actually proud of him. Draco's heart skipped a beat, never had he seen his father looking at him proudly. But then again, was it worth it? To take someone's life just to have the acknowledgment he did his father proud? His mind travelled to Harry. An image of his boyfriend mouthed the words, "don't" in Draco's mind. That was the only answer he needed.
Draco looked at his father then back at the sobbing man before him. He put down his wand and looked away.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Lucius snapped. "Kill the bloody fool already."
"No," was all Draco had to say.
Lucius's eyes narrowed dangerously, his mouth turning into a scowl. It was obvious he was very displeased. Anger coursed through his body, he flexed his fingers as if itching to squeeze them around Draco's throat. He turned to Mr. Boris, who thought they would release him looking slightly hopeful. But the way Lucius looked at him proved him very wrong. Lucius raised his wand. Draco tried to shut off the sound of the horrible curse being uttered, and the flash of green light. There was a sickening crunch as the body was dumped to the ground. The man came back with the key, and handed it to Lucius.
"We should all leave before the Ministry gets here," a man sitting on a couch informed them all.
Lucius turned to Draco and Narcissa and barked, "Come."
Everyone departed from the now lifeless house.
*******************************************************
Lucius circled Draco, looking at him in fury.
"So," Lucius snarled. "You decided to disobey me, decided to make everyone think I have not taught you anything."
Draco stayed quiet, eyes focussed on the blank wall in his father's office.
"You're a disgrace to this family. You couldn't even kill a simple mudblood. What will the Dark Lord think?"
"If you wanted him dead so much, why didn't you just kill him yourself?"
Lucius grabbed Draco's wrist, forcing his son to look at him.
"Don't you dare talk back to me," Lucius snarled. "You're lucky I haven't considered killing you instead, and that idea had come to me several times. Though you're a pureblood, you have the filthy mind of a mudblood."
He grabbed a fistful of Draco's blond hair and yanked his head back.
"I'm warning you," Lucius spoke in a deadly tone. "If you disappoint me one more time, I will make you do something you'll sorely regret."
With that, Lucius pushed Draco and strolled out of the room as if nothing had happened. Draco winced at his burning scalp, and got up from the ground. He went up to his room, having a house elf run a bath for him. While he was waiting, he walked into a small office connected to his room and sat down at the desk. Draco must alert Dumbledore that his father has the key to Azkaban's cells. After quickly scribbling a short simple note, he started on another letter for Harry. As he wrote Harry's name, he felt the loneliness in his heart come back. He sighed and put down his quill. He opened one of the drawers and got out the letter Harry wrote, which confessed his feelings for Draco. Draco smiled at the untidy scrawl of Harry's. It has been only 2 days and Draco had the urge to jump on his broom, and fly back to Hogwarts already. How will he be able to cope with the rest of the months? He put the letter away, locking the drawer with a spell.
Whenever Draco closes his eyes he would see the pool of emerald green eyes, the messy black hair, and the boyish cute grin of Harry's. It made Draco feel incomplete, not being able to bury himself in Harry's embrace. It was the only thing that calmed him when he was troubled. An idea suddenly came to Draco, but it seemed like such a silly one. The idea did seem like something Harry would like though.
Draco picked up his quill and started scribbling away on the piece of parchment, writing a poem for Harry.
A/N: I'm halfway through the story now! It shouldn't be too long until Sealed Kiss is complete, but as I was writing down some plans the other day, I found out that it's going to be quite angsty near the end. (But don't worry about that yet; let me be the one to worry about writing it). My eyes actually started watering as I was writing down the plans. 2 sudden words pop into your heads huh? Kill and Dead.........like I said, don't worry about it. Hehe! Review please and tell me what you think about this chapter.
*******************************************************
Draco hated travelling with a portkey, but he wasn't going to complain. In a matter of few minutes, he'll have to face his father. Snape stayed by Draco's side (much to Draco's relief), until they reached the main gate.
"This is where I leave you," Snape said. "I'll be living in the owlery as my animagi form. If you need me, send your owl to me."
Draco nodded slowly and watched Snape turn into a bat. He gave a loud screech before taking off. A sound of running footsteps caught Draco's attention. Narcissa was running towards him, trying not to trip over her high heels. As she approached, the gate opened itself, and she threw her arms over her son sobbing slightly.
"You're back!" Narcissa said, hardly believing it. It was as if Draco has been gone for 5 years, and a mother has reunited with her only son again.
Draco hugged back remembering the familiar rose scented perfume his mother used. Narcissa pulled away and wiped the corner of her eyes with a small handkerchief.
"Come on, your father is waiting for you."
Entering the home he grew up in brought back many memories. As they walked through the entrance hall, he noticed the new vase his father bought to replace the old one. Draco could still remember how the old vase broke. He was 7 when his father brought home an ancient vase. Out of curiosity, and despite what his father told him, "Do not touch the vase Draco, I'm warning you," he decided to play with it for a while. After his father had left for business, Draco snuck out of his room and into the entrance hall with his toy broomstick. The house elves watched horrified as Draco flew around the entrance hall, playing imaginary Quidditch with the vase. They tried to stop him but he only threatened to sack them if they didn't shut up. Once Lucius came home and saw Draco, he started yelling. That caught him by surprise, thus he dropped the vase. He had to stay in his room for 2 weeks, and his toy broomstick got disposed of.
Draco frowned at the memory and noticed his mother watching him closely.
"Are you okay Draco? Do you feel sick?"
"I'm okay."
"You're turning a bit pale."
"I'm fine," Draco reassured her.
Narcissa gave her son another glance before leading him upstairs to the dining room. Lucius was sitting comfortably in a large chair; a parchment was placed in front of him. His face broke into a pained smile when he noticed his son has arrived.
"Welcome home," Lucius drawled. "Your trunk has been brought upstairs to your room."
Draco nodded and sat in the chair across from his father. Narcissa stayed by Draco's side. Lucius cleared his throat and passed a parchment to Draco. He read it under his father's steady gaze. It was an invitation.........
"To attend dinner with Mr. Boris tomorrow night," Lucius said. "We're leaving at 7 by carriages."
Draco knew this was one of those meetings held by Death Eaters. It comes out perfectly. His father would want Draco by his side so he could do a little showing off, while Draco could maybe find out what they are up to.
"Do you understand Draco?" Lucius snapped, asking his son the same question for the third time.
"Yes father," Draco said even though he had no idea his father was even talking to him.
"Good," Lucius said. "Go wash up."
Draco left the dining room and headed towards the staircase. He couldn't wait to enter his room so he could write a letter to Harry and Dumbledore. As he reached the 3rd floor, he stumbled upon a house elf. Draco stopped and looked at the little creature. It was scrubbing the floor, muttering non-stop. It didn't seem aware that there was a small puddle of water slowly trickling out of an upturned bucket.
"You do know water is spilling out of the bucket," Draco said.
The house elf stopped scrubbing and threw the rag down. It looked at Draco with piercing green eyes.
"And does sir think Froad cares?" Froad the house elf spoke in a shrill voice.
The nerve of this house elf, Draco thought angrily.
He was about to tell the house elf off, but there was a "pop" and another house elf appeared beside Froad. He recognized the other house elf; it was his mother's. Star has been with Narcissa ever since she was 12.
"Master Malfoy sir, excuse poor Froad. He still has a lot to learn sir. Don't be mad at Froad Master Malfoy," Star said teary eyed.
Draco stood stunned for a moment before nodding. He dismissed Froad and Star and continued on to his bedroom. He opened the polished oak door and walked into his room. The walls were white and if just a speck of dust got on it, the exquisite wallpaper would clear it off itself. There was another small hallway that had Draco's baby pictures hung up. Draco blushed as he noticed a specific picture where he was running around the garden naked when he was 2 years old. His father wanted very much to burn the picture, but his mother thought it was "adorable." For once Draco was on his father's side; he would have liked it very much if he just tossed the picture into the fire.
The small hallway leads to Draco's actual bedroom. His large king-sized bed with green sheets, stood alone in the right corner. A small fireplace lit up the room with its flames. Draco walked over to his bed, flopping down sighing loudly. He wondered what Harry was doing right now. He was starting to miss Hogwarts, something he never thought he would ever miss. It was 1:10 in the afternoon and he decided to take a quick nap before attending teatime.
*******************************************************
Draco didn't sleep as much that night. He woke up sweating furiously from a nightmare. He could still hear the pained scream coming from Harry, as the Dark Lord tortured him. What haunted Draco the most was the way Harry turned to look at Draco with accusing eyes. He mouthed the words "help me" and fainted. That was when Draco woke up.
He wiped his sweaty forehead, his throat suddenly dry. Trying to force the nightmare away, he closed his eyes and tried sleeping once more.
*******************************************************
After taking a quick swim in the indoor swimming pool, located in the second floor, he returned to his room finding an outfit laid out on his bed. A note was on top of the outfit,
Draco,
These used to be mine and now I'm passing it on to you. You better keep these clothes in good shape. I expect you to be ready by 6:30. We'll be meeting in the dungeons.
Your Father
Draco crumbled the note and tossed it on the ground. He checked the time and noticed it was almost 6:30. He quickly took off his robes. By the time he was finished dressing, it was past 6:30.
"Oh crap," Draco muttered and tore out of his room, not giving a glance in the mirror.
Out of breath and tired from running, Draco headed downstairs towards the dungeons. He opened the metal doors and found his parents waiting for him.
"Sorry," Draco apologized to his parents.
Narcissa smiled at him and beckoned him to come over. Lucius just scowled; Draco made no eye contact with his father. There was another metal door on the right side of the room, leading to the carriages. It was stifling hot, but Draco managed to keep cool by a simple charm he used in his own carriage. Each carriage had 2 horses, which began trotting down the dirt road. There were a few bumps here and there; they arrived 5 minutes late.
Mr. Boris's house was nowhere as big as the Malfoy Manor, but it was still very comfy. At the dinner table, it seated more then 10 people, whom were all chatting in hushed whispers. Draco found this a bit odd; usually they would talk in loud booming voices. Draco sat next to his father, trying to catch some of the Death Eaters conversations. Though the only words he heard were "Potter boy," and "Voldemort," he immediately knew a plan was beginning to boil. The guests retreated to a cozy living room after dinner, located across the dinning room. There, they all sat on couches, still whispering to each other.
"Ah Lucius!" Mr. Boris walked over.
Lucius smiled unusually, "Mr. Boris."
Once Mr. Boris started chatting on about work at the Ministry, Lucius nodded to 3 guys in the far corner. They nodded back and walked towards Mr. Boris from behind.
"So I told Fudge to keep an eye on the remaining dementors, but you know what he said?" Mr. Boris said.
"Do tell me," Lucius drawled, a smirk plastered on his face.
Draco watched in horror as one of the 3 guys got out a wand, while the other 2 immediately grabbed a hold of Mr. Boris. He knew what they were about to do, and he had to watch it happen. He thought quite wrong though. Lucius noticed Draco sitting on the couch watching the scene, just like the other Death Eaters, only with a horrified expression.
"Come over here Draco," Lucius said.
Draco hesitated but his mother gave him a slight push, making him walk over to his father.
"I believe you've met my son before," Lucius drawled.
"I don't care about your bloody son, un-hand me!" Mr. Boris squirmed wildly.
"No can do," the man holding the wand said.
"I bet your son is as much of a bastard you are-"
Lucius snapped, no one has ever dared insulted his son in front of him. He whipped out his wand and pressed the hard wood against Mr. Boris's throat, who gave out a choke.
"I know you are one of Fudge's faithful little pals aren't you?" Lucius sneered. "He gave you the key to the cells in Azkaban, tell me where it is. You do notice your wife is nowhere to be seen? I'm sure the Death Eaters downstairs are having their fun with her."
Mr. Boris's gulped, his eyes wondering around the room, seeking help. He was only met with the gleeful gaze of the Death Eaters. He turned back to look at the amused Lucius. He took a shuddering breath.
"It's in a wardrobe in the master bedroom upstairs," Mr. Boris said. "Please leave my wife and let her be."
"She's probably dead by now, they like it rough you see," Lucius said carelessly.
Mr. Boris let out a sob, which Lucius took no notice of; instead he motioned one of the Death Eaters to go retrieve the key. Draco suddenly felt sorry for Mr. Boris, he really hated to admit it, but the man was sobbing with his body slumped as the other 2 Death Eaters held him up. Add in the wand ready to kill, and his tortured wife, who wouldn't feel sorry for him? Draco was so disgusted he was ready to leave, but the words that came out of his father's mouth froze him to his spot.
"Take your wand out Draco, you'll get the pleasure of killing this mudblood," Lucius said coldly, eyeing Mr. Boris with pure hatred.
Draco's eyes widened but he kept quiet, and he took out his wand, pointing it at Mr. Boris. What was he doing? Put down the wand, his mind screamed. He didn't want to kill but the look on his father's face showed that he was actually proud of him. Draco's heart skipped a beat, never had he seen his father looking at him proudly. But then again, was it worth it? To take someone's life just to have the acknowledgment he did his father proud? His mind travelled to Harry. An image of his boyfriend mouthed the words, "don't" in Draco's mind. That was the only answer he needed.
Draco looked at his father then back at the sobbing man before him. He put down his wand and looked away.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Lucius snapped. "Kill the bloody fool already."
"No," was all Draco had to say.
Lucius's eyes narrowed dangerously, his mouth turning into a scowl. It was obvious he was very displeased. Anger coursed through his body, he flexed his fingers as if itching to squeeze them around Draco's throat. He turned to Mr. Boris, who thought they would release him looking slightly hopeful. But the way Lucius looked at him proved him very wrong. Lucius raised his wand. Draco tried to shut off the sound of the horrible curse being uttered, and the flash of green light. There was a sickening crunch as the body was dumped to the ground. The man came back with the key, and handed it to Lucius.
"We should all leave before the Ministry gets here," a man sitting on a couch informed them all.
Lucius turned to Draco and Narcissa and barked, "Come."
Everyone departed from the now lifeless house.
*******************************************************
Lucius circled Draco, looking at him in fury.
"So," Lucius snarled. "You decided to disobey me, decided to make everyone think I have not taught you anything."
Draco stayed quiet, eyes focussed on the blank wall in his father's office.
"You're a disgrace to this family. You couldn't even kill a simple mudblood. What will the Dark Lord think?"
"If you wanted him dead so much, why didn't you just kill him yourself?"
Lucius grabbed Draco's wrist, forcing his son to look at him.
"Don't you dare talk back to me," Lucius snarled. "You're lucky I haven't considered killing you instead, and that idea had come to me several times. Though you're a pureblood, you have the filthy mind of a mudblood."
He grabbed a fistful of Draco's blond hair and yanked his head back.
"I'm warning you," Lucius spoke in a deadly tone. "If you disappoint me one more time, I will make you do something you'll sorely regret."
With that, Lucius pushed Draco and strolled out of the room as if nothing had happened. Draco winced at his burning scalp, and got up from the ground. He went up to his room, having a house elf run a bath for him. While he was waiting, he walked into a small office connected to his room and sat down at the desk. Draco must alert Dumbledore that his father has the key to Azkaban's cells. After quickly scribbling a short simple note, he started on another letter for Harry. As he wrote Harry's name, he felt the loneliness in his heart come back. He sighed and put down his quill. He opened one of the drawers and got out the letter Harry wrote, which confessed his feelings for Draco. Draco smiled at the untidy scrawl of Harry's. It has been only 2 days and Draco had the urge to jump on his broom, and fly back to Hogwarts already. How will he be able to cope with the rest of the months? He put the letter away, locking the drawer with a spell.
Whenever Draco closes his eyes he would see the pool of emerald green eyes, the messy black hair, and the boyish cute grin of Harry's. It made Draco feel incomplete, not being able to bury himself in Harry's embrace. It was the only thing that calmed him when he was troubled. An idea suddenly came to Draco, but it seemed like such a silly one. The idea did seem like something Harry would like though.
Draco picked up his quill and started scribbling away on the piece of parchment, writing a poem for Harry.
A/N: I'm halfway through the story now! It shouldn't be too long until Sealed Kiss is complete, but as I was writing down some plans the other day, I found out that it's going to be quite angsty near the end. (But don't worry about that yet; let me be the one to worry about writing it). My eyes actually started watering as I was writing down the plans. 2 sudden words pop into your heads huh? Kill and Dead.........like I said, don't worry about it. Hehe! Review please and tell me what you think about this chapter.