Author's Note: Hey you guys, sorry this took me so long. It took me way to
long to come back to this, I feel so.... lazy. But, stuff happened.....
wonderful....blissful things..... enlightening things. A.k.a., I went to go
see A.F.I. in concert! Omg it was fucking amazing! Truly, truly wonderful.
That shall not be the last time I pay money to see them, trust me. And my
personal bubble thing was so popped in the mosh pit so now (unfortunately
for others) I'm all touchy and its weird. god I love men...
going on! So yeah, here's a hopefully wonderful chapter. And by the way, I'm sure I've made it painfully clear I'm not J.K. Rowling...
oh, and by the way, sorry my beta readers I didn't use you this time. But I thought I should hurry up and get some shit out here before people hate me :(. But I promise you some special smut and I''ll use you guys next time.
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Harry work early the next morning with a sudden burst of energy. He decided for once he's go ahead and go down to breakfast by himself. Hermione and Ron would be down soon enough. Harry quickly dressed and gave him self the once over in his reflection. He didn't even bother trying to tame his wild morning hair. "It's a losing battle...", he whispered to his reflection.
Harry stepped into the Great Hall surprised that other students were already down. There were just a few scattered around the house tables, all looking a bit ruffled and grumpy. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began putting food on his plate. For once he was actually hungry.
Scanning the room for any familiar faces, Harry's noticed Draco at the Slytherin table. Suddenly gray eyes connected with his, pulling him in. Draco smiled across the hall at him before standing up and grabbing his plate. Harry's mouth became dry as Draco walked over to him. Draco placed his plate besides Harry's before taking a seat.
"Morning Harry. You're up early."
"You too."
"Couldn't sleep."
Harry watched as Draco took a large bite of his waffle from his plate, smiling sweetly at Harry as he chewed. Draco's leg was slightly resting against Harry's, bouncing up and down a little as he chewed. Harry's mind was focused on the contact, forgetting about his own breakfast. Suddenly Draco's fingertips were running over Harry's knuckles gently.
"What happened?", Draco asked, taking note of the tiny white scars covering his knuckles. Harry winced at the memory of hitting the mirror and quickly pulled back his hand inside his sleeve. Harry quickly grabbed his glass and took a fast drink of his water, choking as it went down.
Draco patted Harry's back as he coughed. Harry's face flushed, he felt stupid for acting this way around him. Draco's hand remained on Harry's shoulders after Harry had stopped coughing, running over the back of his neck and down his back.
Harry leaned back into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as Draco's fingers ran down the back of his neck. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair before traveling back down to his shoulders. Harry shivered as Draco rubbed down his spine.
"You're so skinny. Don't you eat?"
Harry flushed, opening his eyes and staring down at his plate which was barely touched. Harry frowned, picking up his fork.
"I'm just kidding! Don't be upset. Please Harry...", Draco said, his hand resting on Harry's arm. " You're not too skinny Harry.. Well, actually, from what I've seen in the locker room. you're actually built quite nice. You have the nice, sleek muscles...", Draco was cut off by a cold stare from Harry. Harry rose an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. "Looking were you?", Harry asked, softly laughing at Draco's solemn face. Suddenly a thought popped into Harry's head.
"Draco, I have a really important question..."
"What, if its about the care of magical creatures homework I have noooo clue. I'm really not the person to be asking."
Harry almost laughed, but he had to know the truth.
"No, its not about that. Its... well, its about what's been going on. What has been going on? Is it like I've been having your dreams or something?", Harry asked, suddenly feeling like he was back in his fifth year wondering why he was sharing Voldermort's feelings.
Draco froze, staring at his fork.
"Please Draco, I really still don't know what's going on."
"Come on, we need to talk about this in private."
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Harry sat in the abandoned classroom staring in shock at the page he had just read.
"I didn't know this would happen Harry, honestly. I'm sorry, so sorry..."
Harry cut him off, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "Well, are things better now? I mean, sleep, your dad and stuff...." Harry stopped talking, scanning Draco's face. Draco frowned , closing his eyes as he turned away from him. "No, its not better is it?"
Harry reached out and pulled Draco into his arms. Draco buried his face into Harry's chest, trying to fight off tears of frustration.
"You're the only good thing in my life Harry. Please... stay."
"I'll never leave Draco, never..." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry caught a hitch in his chest as he saw those gray eyes look up at him, shining with tears. No, not gray. Silver. Speckled with other colors. Very beautiful...
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to be continued... (please review) oh, and read on to hear about afi!
Duuuuuude, ok, so sorry but I have to talk about my concert experience. It was fucking wonderful. It was October 3 Friday night. Friends and I drove down to Oklahoma city for this baby! We got out of school early. It was me, Amelia, and Chloe. (note: Amelia is my faithful illustrator for my story and she likes jade. Chloe and I fancy Davey :P we're dorks) but Omg, so after the two opening acts and being moshed like no one's business, we decided to go to the back to this elevated stage thing so we could watch AFI better (we're all relatively short compared to emaciated gothic people wearing huuuuuuge boots) Let me say this now so you can make fun of me... Davey is jeebus. hehe
going on! So yeah, here's a hopefully wonderful chapter. And by the way, I'm sure I've made it painfully clear I'm not J.K. Rowling...
oh, and by the way, sorry my beta readers I didn't use you this time. But I thought I should hurry up and get some shit out here before people hate me :(. But I promise you some special smut and I''ll use you guys next time.
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Harry work early the next morning with a sudden burst of energy. He decided for once he's go ahead and go down to breakfast by himself. Hermione and Ron would be down soon enough. Harry quickly dressed and gave him self the once over in his reflection. He didn't even bother trying to tame his wild morning hair. "It's a losing battle...", he whispered to his reflection.
Harry stepped into the Great Hall surprised that other students were already down. There were just a few scattered around the house tables, all looking a bit ruffled and grumpy. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began putting food on his plate. For once he was actually hungry.
Scanning the room for any familiar faces, Harry's noticed Draco at the Slytherin table. Suddenly gray eyes connected with his, pulling him in. Draco smiled across the hall at him before standing up and grabbing his plate. Harry's mouth became dry as Draco walked over to him. Draco placed his plate besides Harry's before taking a seat.
"Morning Harry. You're up early."
"You too."
"Couldn't sleep."
Harry watched as Draco took a large bite of his waffle from his plate, smiling sweetly at Harry as he chewed. Draco's leg was slightly resting against Harry's, bouncing up and down a little as he chewed. Harry's mind was focused on the contact, forgetting about his own breakfast. Suddenly Draco's fingertips were running over Harry's knuckles gently.
"What happened?", Draco asked, taking note of the tiny white scars covering his knuckles. Harry winced at the memory of hitting the mirror and quickly pulled back his hand inside his sleeve. Harry quickly grabbed his glass and took a fast drink of his water, choking as it went down.
Draco patted Harry's back as he coughed. Harry's face flushed, he felt stupid for acting this way around him. Draco's hand remained on Harry's shoulders after Harry had stopped coughing, running over the back of his neck and down his back.
Harry leaned back into the touch, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as Draco's fingers ran down the back of his neck. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair before traveling back down to his shoulders. Harry shivered as Draco rubbed down his spine.
"You're so skinny. Don't you eat?"
Harry flushed, opening his eyes and staring down at his plate which was barely touched. Harry frowned, picking up his fork.
"I'm just kidding! Don't be upset. Please Harry...", Draco said, his hand resting on Harry's arm. " You're not too skinny Harry.. Well, actually, from what I've seen in the locker room. you're actually built quite nice. You have the nice, sleek muscles...", Draco was cut off by a cold stare from Harry. Harry rose an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. "Looking were you?", Harry asked, softly laughing at Draco's solemn face. Suddenly a thought popped into Harry's head.
"Draco, I have a really important question..."
"What, if its about the care of magical creatures homework I have noooo clue. I'm really not the person to be asking."
Harry almost laughed, but he had to know the truth.
"No, its not about that. Its... well, its about what's been going on. What has been going on? Is it like I've been having your dreams or something?", Harry asked, suddenly feeling like he was back in his fifth year wondering why he was sharing Voldermort's feelings.
Draco froze, staring at his fork.
"Please Draco, I really still don't know what's going on."
"Come on, we need to talk about this in private."
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Harry sat in the abandoned classroom staring in shock at the page he had just read.
"I didn't know this would happen Harry, honestly. I'm sorry, so sorry..."
Harry cut him off, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "Well, are things better now? I mean, sleep, your dad and stuff...." Harry stopped talking, scanning Draco's face. Draco frowned , closing his eyes as he turned away from him. "No, its not better is it?"
Harry reached out and pulled Draco into his arms. Draco buried his face into Harry's chest, trying to fight off tears of frustration.
"You're the only good thing in my life Harry. Please... stay."
"I'll never leave Draco, never..." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry caught a hitch in his chest as he saw those gray eyes look up at him, shining with tears. No, not gray. Silver. Speckled with other colors. Very beautiful...
~!~!~!~!~!
to be continued... (please review) oh, and read on to hear about afi!
Duuuuuude, ok, so sorry but I have to talk about my concert experience. It was fucking wonderful. It was October 3 Friday night. Friends and I drove down to Oklahoma city for this baby! We got out of school early. It was me, Amelia, and Chloe. (note: Amelia is my faithful illustrator for my story and she likes jade. Chloe and I fancy Davey :P we're dorks) but Omg, so after the two opening acts and being moshed like no one's business, we decided to go to the back to this elevated stage thing so we could watch AFI better (we're all relatively short compared to emaciated gothic people wearing huuuuuuge boots) Let me say this now so you can make fun of me... Davey is jeebus. hehe