I am guessing that if you have reached all the way to chapter 17, then you know that this is a Harry and Draco fic and there is no point in my elaborating any further.
Disclaimer: Miss Rowling owns all the pretty rights to Harry Potter.
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Yes definitely – as soon as possible he would go to Harry.
Now in fact. How?Slight dilemma.
He didn't have an invisibility cloak or anything like it. What time was it?
He looked over to his clock. Shit, it was barely seven am! It was Saturday.
Yeah, Harry is really going to be conveniently wandering around for me at this time of morning isn't he?
He walked over to the window and peered out of it. The sky was dark and ominous, and there was a huge foreboding, thunderous cloud suspended over the grounds and building. It was threatening a torrential downpour and Draco puffed out his breath.
Well he could shower and get dressed and wait to see if he could manage to waylay Harry before breakfast, or just after perhaps.
He showered and did indeed dress, and realised that it hadn't taken all that long. Draco nervously watched the minutes. He had folded his clothes meticulously and put them away. What else could he do?
Vincent snorted and murmured something inaudibly as he turned over in his sleep. Draco made his bed and put his jumper he had slept with last night under his pillow, taking a quick sniff before he did so. He sat back on his bed and drummed his fingers on the mattress. He could tidy his trunk. That had to kill some time didn't it?
He moved to his trunk and noiselessly lifted the heavy lid. He began to pile up his books tidily against the corner of the chest. He placed the odd trinkets and items in a keep safe box when his fingers brushed across a parchment. He lifted it out carefully and opened it up and smiled softly. It was the picture that Harry had given to him before they had got together.
He was never going to throw it away.
It was important to keep it, it meant a lot to him. He looked at it fondly and his heart squeezed as he pictured Harry's face the first day they had kissed. That smile of his – it was lovely. He remembered how Harry had felt in his arms the first night they had slept together. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid as to nearly throw away such joyful completeness, one that had first made him realise exactly how far he had begun to fall for Harry.
His heart had known all along what it had felt and craved and wanted – it had just taken his brain a lot longer to catch up with it. He shook his head and gently folded the parchment back into its folds and put it back into the trunk. He shuffled a few more things around and then closed the lid.
That was ten minutes done.
He got up and mooched around the window area for a bit, listening to the snores of Gregory and Vincent. He then went to the common room and sat in an armchair, eyeing the hung lanterns overhead. He was the only one there. Lazy gits or what? He thought, but actually he was thankful for the solitude.
The sky suddenly rumbled and cracked open as a huge thunderbolt tore through the clouds. The echo fell around the building with a slight tremor and a few minutes later there was more thunder.
Then came the rain.
A deluge of water beating against the windows, like the sound of a thousand pebbles being hurtled from a great height. The common room was usually dark enough and the small windows high up did not offer much light. On a day like this, you could easily mistake it for being night time still.
Draco listened to the downpour and looked thoughtfully at the orange and red flames in the fireplace, licking into one another. He hadn't even wanted to break up with Harry. '' Break up'', that is exactly what he had done. And he had been dreading it and kept putting it off. You didn't want to break up with him at all. Hindsight is an evil in itself. Typically you realise your mistakes always too late.
He thought back to the little argument they had had earlier – and Draco had felt all shit and crap and then Harry had come and apologised. Granted this was quite different but it could be at least one percent similar couldn't it? Draco had been hurt and stubborn for a tiny bit but then had forgiven Harry. All right so his mistake was considerably on a more larger and grander scale than Harry's had been, but he hoped that Harry would find it in himself (somewhere deep down) to forgive Draco as well. He could see that Draco had made a mistake.
We all do Harry – mine just cost us a lot more – I know. I hurt you and I am sorry.
He wasn't as cold blooded as people made him out to be. He did have it in him to care about people and show affection. He was not impermeable to kindness and warmth. It was just that for the first time in his life- affection had come presented in a new package that he was unaccustomed to. And though he had tried to handle with care – it had broken into pieces.
Draco breathed in and out a long sigh. He tapped his fingers on the armrest impatiently. How could he kill time again? Revise? No thank you. He closed his eyes and rested his head back. Of course the rather intricately carved armchair wasn't exactly ideal for lounging. Ideal for posture reforming perhaps, but not lounging. He listened to the relentless torrent of rain for some minutes.
He got up again, all fidgety. He hated waiting for time to pass, it took so darn long. Time plays a cruel joke as always. It goes so fucking fast when you're having a good time and when you want it to pass quickly, it bloody drags. It slows the seconds down double time, virtually liking to a dying heartbeat.
Boom…….boom……….
He couldn't sit around anymore. He would rather wander the corridors aimlessly. You never know. He may just bump into Harry somehow, he thought wishfully.
Out he went through the wall, past the long passages, up the stairs. Trudge trudge. The infamous Entrance Hall. Mmmmm, he surveyed his surroundings. The school looked bleeding empty- not everybody could still be asleep?
Whatever, he sighed. What to do?
What was the time? Four minutes to eight!! He clicked his tongue disgustedly. He could climb up to the Gryffindor Tower. That would take time. He could count the steps. Hang around there for a bit- just in case. And then he could come back down. Again time would pass. Then he could breakfast.
So he did just that. Up and up he went. He wouldn't look at his watch because time would pass quicker if he didn't look – everyone knows that. By the time he got to the seventh floor, his legs were putting up a bit of a fight. Imagine doing that countless times a day? Thank god I'm not in Gryffindor, he thought. At least Slytherin house didn't have all that many steps.
He hovered at the entrance of the portrait hall. The Fat Lady was eyeing him suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. She'd probably say something wouldn't she? And what would he say if any of the Gryffindor's walked past him? So he went back downstairs to the library floor.
He looked up at the endless maze of stairs and walls of paintings. The school was huge and at times like this, when it was rather empty – you felt quite small and insignificant. On the grand scales of things – he was rather small.
Finally a few people came chattering down the stairs. Gryffindor's – but not Harry. Draco turned quickly as they walked past, and busied himself staring at a gargoyle. Ugly little bugger aren't you? Draco thought looking at the goblin like face with pointy ears.
He rubbed his face tiredly. Harry, please just come down. But no- a further fifteen minutes clarified that Harry was not about to show up any time soon. Don't expect him, Draco thought and that's when he'll come. He made his way back down again, caught in the hubbub of other risers.
What a tiresome start to the day he mused, looking at his watch for the umpteenth time. He had spent nearly forty-five minutes wandering about the staircases. How very unlike him.
He finally surrendered and went into the Great Hall. Might as well waste time here, he thought and sat down. He helped himself to a light breakfast. More and more people were rifling through. Fellow Slytherin's were seated and Draco slowly ate.
He kept a watchful eye on the entrance as he proceeded to drink his third cup of tea. At long last, he saw a few of the Gryffindor's Harry hung around with. Finnigan, Thomas, fat butt bottom. Oh for petes sake, he thought impatiently. He didn't give a fuck about all these extras milling around – where was his lead?
Harry you better come to breakfast, he thought as he looked on anxiously. Weasley again, he never misses a meal. Frizz -ball Granger. No Harry. Draco waited with bated breath. Come on. Other people came in and sat down. No Harry.
And then he appeared. Draco felt his body respond instantly. Hi beautiful. There you are. Draco finally released the long breath he'd been holding in, as he watched Harry make his way to his table. His heart was resounding loudly through his body and he felt it jumping around in his chest gleefully. It was almost certainly trying to break out and run towards the exquisite green-eyed boy. A small smile touched his lips. He was one step closer to his apology. At least he could see Harry now.
Oh god you're so beautiful and you don't even know it, Draco's eyes locked onto Harry's form. I've never even told him that.
It was strange seeing someone you care about so much across the room from you. See them interacting with other people and you just know that they are yours and you are theirs. And all these other people can never know just how amazing it is to be able to hold you and kiss you. See you laugh. They have no idea. Draco's eyes blocked out everything from his vision except Harry. This one tiny little person in this great wide world. This little person who went around breathing and talking and being. My little person. Draco felt his eyes mist over and he blinked rapidly.
He trusted me and I hurt him. I said shitty words. I said I didn't care. Draco felt overcome with remorse. Look at him.
Why was it that so much of the time, it took you to nearly lose that person to realise how precious they were to you? To realise your true feelings when it was too late? Why can't you admit it while you still had them in your arms?
I haven't lost you yet, Draco thought determinedly. I'm not going to let you go.
It didn't matter that you were not expecting this person to enter your life the way that they had. Sometimes life is just funny like that. When you least expect it- rings quite true. Draco hadn't in his wildest dreams imagined that Harry would be the one to capture and claim his heart. But he had.
And I'm going to tell him.
Draco put his hand out to cover his face, so that it shielded his expression. He saw Harry sitting down next to the youngest weasel. It's ok now, Draco thought. He is here. We are in the same room. Harry seemed to be reaching for toast, but it was a bit hard to see exactly. Draco squinted - he didn't like these seating arrangements. His table was too far from Harry's.
At least he is eating, Draco observed. He must be so hungry, Draco's heart felt like it had been squished. When they made up, Draco resolved, he would tell Harry that if they ever had another fight, Harry was still to eat. He could not miss meals. It was so weird watching Harry from afar. I hate this distance Draco fumed silently.
Harry looked like he wasn't speaking to anyone. He looked downright miserable from what Draco could see; he frowned feeling concerned.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you I promise. Just give me time.
If he could, he would break and shatter around Harry's feet - and his footsteps would crunch on Draco with every step he took. He would get so pissed off by the constant sound of it, that he would be forced to sweep Draco up and have to reckon with him.
Do you think a Reparo spell will fix us? Or did I break us so badly that we are beyond repair? Perhaps I can crawl into your arms like a little slug and you would take pity on me and forgive me.
Was he being too melodramatic? He didn't know and he didn't care – he just wanted Harry to want him back, to take him back.
To want us back together again.
He missed him and he had hurt him and he hated that he had caused so much upset and that Harry was carrying that all around with him. He was quite sure that no one knew the reason of Harry's misery either.
His own foul words festered inside of him. He felt so desperate to make this wrong into a right.
I shouldn't have ever let you go.
Millicent sat down opposite Draco and Draco gave her the look of death. She was huge- she was blocking Harry from his view. Oh fuck off everyone; Draco frowned at her as he moved his chair a bit, highly perturbed. She didn't even notice as she heaped her plate full. Carry on eating like that, I hope you blow up. He shook his head annoyed and made sure he could still see Harry.
The she weasel was talking to him now and his head lifted a fraction. Draco felt his jealously rage like a ball of flame. Stop talking to him, Draco eyed her with loathing. What is she doing? He grit his teeth as she put her hand on Harry's shoulder. Don't touch him you bitch!!! Draco nearly sprang out of his chair and balled his fists tightly under the table. Get your hands off him! Draco felt sick. I can't stand this. It was making him sick. He couldn't believe that he had thought that Harry was better off by being touched by somebody else. It was killing him watching her lay her nasty common hands on Harry, dirtying him – touching him. Get off, get off, get off.
She needed to be skewered and stuffed and plucked like a turkey. Roast in HELL cow bag! Please Harry get her off, Draco begged silently. And Harry did. He placed his own hand on Ginny's and seemed to squeeze it and then REMOVED it from his shoulder. All done very imperceptibly so Ginny wouldn't take offence. Draco let out a relieved breath.
He couldn't bear anyone pawing Harry. He's mine.
All throughout breakfast, Harry had kept his head low and hadn't looked over once at Draco's table. In fact he had hardly looked up at all. He seemed to be finishing now and Draco was ready to leap from his chair.
Go on do it! Do it now! His mind screamed at him.
Ok, he took a deep breath – here goes… his spine straightened and his bottom lifted a fraction off of his chair….but then his shoulders slumped and he hunched back down again.
Shit, he couldn't do it yet. In front of all these people? He couldn't go up to Harry in front of everyone.
He hates me, Draco winced, he is disgusted with me, he hates me. What if I go up to him and he does something…
The more sensible voice in his head reasoned, he is hurting right now – look at him. What is he going to do to you? Stop feeling sorry for yourself you scaredy little twat and go and fix the mess you have made.
But not in front of all these people, he gulped again. He wasn't good at apologies let alone in front of an audience. And nobody knows about us and all sorts of other stuff. I need to get him alone.
Draco did not want to embarrass Harry either in front of others by asking to speak to him in private. It might make the situation even worse than it was. Maybe I'll follow him discreetly and see if I can get him alone for a second, he thought. But what made him think Harry would even stop and listen? Things had been a lot simpler in his ''apology''. He felt dispirited as he slumped further down his chair.
He had been stupid this morning in bed as well. Harry was not going to react the way he had played out in his head. It would be so much harder. It would be real. It was going to take a lot more than saying sorry to Harry to get him to trust Draco again.
Urgghh, all these new emotions were draining.
He let out a long breath, fuck it. Whatever it took - he was willing to persevere. His indecisive mind had made up its mind and albeit it would be a humbling experience but it would be worth it.
He saw Harry rise along with the others and he waited till they reached the entrance, before he too got up. He made sure he trailed behind at a distance so that he wouldn't get noticed.
'Shame about the rain,' came Finnigan's Irish lilt.
'Yeah worst luck,' Weasley. 'Lets see if the rain stops before lunch. If it doesn't then we'll have lunch here and play it by ear yeah?'
The others agreed. Thomas mentioned going up to the common room and Draco knew that if the rain did not stop, then the sixth year Gryffindor's would be a no show till lunch. Draco would not be able to get to Harry in the common room. He would just have to wait around for a window and seize it.
Crap, now he had to fill in more hours. How wearisome. He went back to his bedroom and grabbed an armful of books. He was going to revise. He could find a place next to a window in the library and keep an eye on the rain.
The library was half full, and he managed to get a table alone and spread his books out. He began to sift through his textbooks and make notes.
An hour later, and the rain did not seem to be letting up. He saw some sixth years come into the library and was reassured that obviously not many people had endeavoured on going to Hogsmeade just yet.
He gazed out of the window at the darkened sky. His stomach was feeling unsettled again, and he seriously considered whether he had actually caught a ''bug''. He'd had a constant feeling of sickness since he had woken up. But then he'd been feeling sick yesterday as well so…... It was probably just the argument and Harry. He would feel much better after all this was sorted out.
He honestly did not know what he was going to do about his parents. How on earth was he going to tell his mother? He hadn't any idea when his father was going to be released, let alone the date of the trial, but if and when he was, what then?
The prospect of losing his parents support was terrifying and ideally he shouldn't have to make a choice between his parents or Harry. He wanted both to remain in his life but what if that was impossible? What would he do then? There was no way around it; it was going to be hell. He was certainly in less than a perfect situation but you make do with what you have, he guessed.
But having Harry back in his arms was the main priority at this time. Without Harry there was nothing to consider. He didn't even want to think about the possibility that Harry might not want him back, thus forcing Draco to be getting on with his life without him. He shuddered; he didn't want to be thinking of such things at all.
He rested his head on his hand and looked blankly at his notes. He had told Harry he would be ashamed to tell his father about them. That he didn't want to tell anyone about their relationship. How awful, and Harry had admitted to him that he would be proud to have been Draco's boyfriend. He had said boyfriend. And I threw that back in his face, Draco rubbed his forehead roughly.
Harry had reminded him about Umbridge and Draco once again cringed at the memory. Umbridge had been a lunatic – she had. Draco couldn't even imagine what he would have done had she cast an Unforgivable on Harry last year. It pained Draco to think that at the time he may have even enjoyed it or at least been excited by it. He had revelled in the power that Umbridge had bestowed upon him – he had been given the honour of being a Prefect and Umbridge's ally – all in a year. Power did strange things to your head and clouded so much of your judgement. Power hadn't got Umbridge all that far though. She had been dismissed from her post at the Ministry by a rather shame faced Fudge.
However, when it came to his father Draco couldn't be as objective. Harry had said that Draco was deluded. It wasn't as if he didn't know what being a Death Eater entailed. He had heard stories throughout his childhood about their goings-on. Nevertheless, his father had not particularly divulged much information in that area.
It would be hard; there was no doubt about it. He was seventeen-years-old and this was the hardest decision he had ever had to make. He hadn't trusted himself to take responsibility with Harry and go with the unfamiliar. It was safer to stick to the road well known, than the road less travelled. Wasn't that always the way? Brave of those who took risks and such. Draco hadn't needed to so far. Everything had always been laid out for him. He hadn't needed to think about much else other than just getting on with things. But life was steadily getting more difficult and harder as he got older and he was no longer a child, he appreciated that now.
It was funny too - he had looked at other people in relationships and had often wondered how they did it. To have someone else in your life in such close encounters. Your life was not just all about you anymore- how do you manage? He had always been rather reticent to such commitment and perhaps it was strange that at his age he had never had a relationship – but he hadn't really cared for it much either. People thought he liked playing the field, which he hadn't actually, but people assume what they want to. Besides, relationships sounded like a lot of hard work and honestly he had never liked anyone enough to allow them into his life. With Harry, the opportunity had presented it self amongst a myriad of other conflicting emotions and it had been hard to leap head first into such risky waters.
But he wanted to now.
After hurting Harry….
The guilt was like a toxin running through his veins.
He puffed out a long breath and tried to stop thinking about it all for a second. He had done so much thinking, he was fearful of a brain lapse. What is it that they say? ''Clear your mind and try not to think of anything''.
So he tried…..
………………
And it did not work- what a load of bollocks.
All he had thought about was not thinking about anything. He snorted feeling irritated. Well quite obviously that little exercise did not work on him. He was probably doing it wrong.
He was surprised that his brain wasn't suffering from motion sickness what with all the to and fro it had been doing recently. He rubbed his temples, easing the slight headache that was starting to creep over him. He'd just have to see how it all panned out.
He closed his eyes and rested his head on the window ledge; he felt so tired……….
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And he must have dozed off. He woke up with a start and looked at the time quickly. He couldn't have fallen asleep for more than fifteen minutes. It was ok, it was still raining.
He carried on studying till lunchtime. Time was passing so slowly. It was dragging. One minute felt like five. He sat down for lunch and saw Harry come in.
When am I going to able to get you alone hey?
'Draco, where did you go?' Gregory and Vincent sat on either side of him.
'I was in the library,' he said, starting to eat.
'Mmphh,' Gregory grunted.
They fell silent as they ate their lunch.
' We're going to go down to town,' Vincent informed Draco, laying his knife and fork on his plate. 'Want to come?'
'It's pouring,' Draco stated the obvious.
'Yeah, but we'll be all right.'
Draco shook his head, 'I want to hit the books a bit more, maybe I'll see you there later ok?'
'Ok, are you sure?'
Draco smiled at Vincent genuinely for the first time in a long time. ' I'll be fine. You two go together.'
They nodded and pushed back their chairs. They wanted to go to Honeydukes undoubtedly. Draco waved them off and stay put in his seat as Harry was still sitting. Draco had finished his lunch, but continued to scrape off the remnants of food on his plate. He couldn't bear to have a second helping but he had to look like he was doing something and not just sitting there like a moron. Soon he had wiped his plate clean. The only thing left for him to do was to actually pick it up and lick it spotless.
Come on Harry! How much longer are you going to take?
Draco sipped his drink, but even the liquid was reaching the bottom of the goblet. You can only eat and drink so slowly without looking like a complete numnut.
'Wow Draco, you must have been really hungry.' Pansy was standing over him and peering at his sparkling plate.
He smiled wryly. ' Vincent and Greg left about ten minutes ago, you know to go to town?'
Pansy nodded, 'mmmmm, I'm going to go down with Millicent.' She looked at him expectantly, 'what time are you going?'
He had no idea. He shrugged, ' not right now, later maybe. I'll see you there perhaps.'
Please go now. She looked a little disappointed and Draco looked away.
'Ok, see ya.'
He watched her leave and looked about on his table. There were only empty chairs around him. The other Slytherin's were a few feet further down the table. I can't sit here alone like a twit, he thought. He touched his lips with his napkin and walked out into the hall. He leaned against the wall by the broom closet and waited for the Gryffindor's to come out.
Five minutes later they came out.
' Lets do a quiz, it'll be fun,' Granger was saying.
Thomas snorted, ' you have some weird tastes when it comes to fun Hermione.'
'Well we have to wait till four anyway to go down, so we might as well be productive with the hours we have before then,' she persisted.
Four? Why four? Draco looked on as the pack of Gryffindor's made their way to the marble staircase. Draco remained unnoticed by all of them as he stood in the far left hand corner. Harry hadn't even looked around as he made his way to the stairs. So much for catching his eye, Draco thought miserably.
They weren't going to go to Hogsmeade until four o' clock?
Draco pulled his fingers through his hair frustrated. This was funny actually, he thought, this is the beginning of my punishment. Waiting and waiting. I might just collapse from the tedium and go into a comatose state.
He could go back up to the sodding library and study till three twenty. Then he'd come back down and wait here like an idiot, so that he could tail behind Harry at a distance when he left for town. That would ensure that he wouldn't miss Harry in any way.
So five minutes later, Draco found himself back in the library at the same table he had sat on earlier. He tried to read, he tried to make notes. He gave up and tried to read a book. He was fidgeting constantly and looking out of the window. He then proceeded to doodle on his parchment, with his face cupped in his hand with a long-suffering, unmistakably bored- to- tears expression.
…….
It was still raining, though not as heavily as before. It was muggy as well and he took off his jumper and cloak, and rolled up his sleeves.
Why were they waiting till four anyway? He squiggled on his scroll; well if Granger spoke, then obviously she was speaking for Weasley and Harry. They always went to Hogsmeade together.
He leaned back and forced out a long and noisy breath. That got him a few looks – shove it! He felt like chewing his fingers off – literally. Would people be alarmed at his strange show of behaviour? If anyone said anything, he would just tell them all to fuck off.
Time had never passed so slowly. It just wasn't possible. Every minute now dragged like ten. He felt like his head would implode, and he wanted to rip his hair out strand by strand in a fit of manic hysteria.
The minutes trickled and when three twenty arrived, he practically yelped out in delight. It was like being released from a long-term incarceration. He grabbed his books and tore out of the library and down the stairs to his room. He dumped his books and jumper on his bed and fastened his cloak quickly around him. He grabbed some money and shoved it in his pocket before racing out of the room again. He saw people walking towards him and halted to a steady pace as they came nearer and walked past him. As their footsteps grew fainter he ran down the dark passages.
Slightly out of breath, he appeared in the Entrance Hall and then waited.
And waited…………
And waited…………
He felt like crying in frustration. Where the fuck were they? His stomach plummeted horribly and he came over nauseous. He felt so sick and his chest felt tight and heavy. It was nearing four and it was his own fault he supposed, for coming up too early. The fact that he had been waiting all day to apologise and still not having done it, was bordering on the ridiculous as he stood there and remained waiting. Should he have come up with a better plan? Had he just wasted the whole day being a complete prat? He paced around the hall, his nerves drawn out tightly. He was going to start twanging off of the walls soon. He felt so very uncomfortable.
As four o'clock approached and passed too, he began to get concerned.
Harry? Where are you? Oh god….
The halls were empty, except for some younger students wandering about.
Please, he prayed, don't tell me I've missed him.
He rushed outside, looking about the grounds. It was drizzling and there was still a black cloud hanging above.
Suddenly two specks began to get larger in the distance. He squinted to get a better view. It was Granger and Weasley!!! They were coming up from the path around the lake. Oh shit…Draco thought with a sinking heart.
As they approached the building, Draco overhead them talking. They were laughing with their hands around each other's waists.
' The others won't be back for a while.'
Weasley kissed Granger and they both smiled to one another sickly.
Fuck, fuck. Fuck again. Dammit! That's so fucking typical!! Sods law or what?! He had waited ALL day to see Harry and get him alone- what had happened to four o 'clock? They'd gone early!!! He felt like letting out an ear splitting scream that would certainly rival the cry of a Mandrake. He felt beside himself and wanted to smash Weasley's face in; really lay into him till his face was flattened like a pancake.
I hate you so much!! I hope you get married to that hideous girlfriend of yours and have lots of ugly children together! I hope they have red frizzy hair and her old buckteeth.
Draco felt sick to the stomach as he stormed past them and down to the path. He shouldn't have waited all day.
He could see the gates up ahead and quickened his steps. He would tell Harry about how rotten this day had been at some point and they would laugh together about it. He would tell Harry he was turning into a mad dog in heat. He was about ready to start frothing at the mouth and go for the first jugular that got in his way. He was going potty. He couldn't bear to wait around any longer and pussy foot till he could get Harry alone. He was just going find Harry, grab him by the arm, drag him into a corner and kiss him mercilessly before Harry even had the chance to open his mouth. Harry would harp about this and that afterwards but Draco would say, ''you're not going anywhere till you listen to me.''
Hate me, maim me, kiss me, disgrace me, attack me, have me at your feet – whatever the hell turns you on. Punish me as you see fit as I am a shit but I am sorry and I beg your apology from the bottom of my heart. I am so fucking sorry. Do what you will but just let me be with you. I'll take whatever you dish out gladly as long as I am in your company and in your shadow. Take me for I am yours.
That was going to be his introduction. It was brief, to the point and in your face. He had had enough of pottering around all day. Pottering around? Ha ha.
He looked at his watch anxiously for the squillionth time.
With Harry in mind, Draco began to walk faster.
It was turning out to be the longest day he had ever had.….