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RATING:PG-13
PAIRINGS: H/D R/Herm G/N
A/N: A/N: After a looooooooong
wait here it is the seventh chapter of my fic, A big ONE!!!. I recommend you to
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The next week was bittersweet for Draco. He was very
proud of himself because he had finally decided to do something about his
"problem". He was a Malfoy after all, and his pride was very important for him.
But at the same time he remembered the bad part about the deal with Harry. He
wasn't sure that he would be capable of being with the raven haired boy without
hurting. He had tried to ignore the fact that Harry was going with Cho to the
ball, not with him.
And then, he also remembered that he had said he'd invited Pansy!
**Sh*t! –he thought- At least I'll be able to dance
with him even if we're just practising.**
On Tuesday he had already explained everything to Pansy, and she had agreed on
continuing with the "show". Then, on Wednesday he followed Harry to the library
and, while the Gryffindor was scanning the shelves looking for an advanced DADA
book, he began to talk:
"Hi there Golden boy!" said with a little smirk on his face.
"Hello Drake. Don't you have Transfiguration now?"
asked Harry without taking his eyes from the book's index.
"It has been cancelled. Apparently, McGonagall is
sick, but I'd say that she's in Dumbledore's office again trying to seduce our dear
Headmaster." muttered Draco.
"Draco! You're impossible! Now I've got a sick mental
image of McGonagall winking at Dumbledore!" he was blushing madly by now.
"Oh... sorry" he said with little remorse. "But if
you're innocent enough to think that..."
"Please, stop! I don't want to listen!" Harry was
covering his ears while trying to balance the book between his legs.
"Ummm, right! I wanted to talk to you about our
dancing classes. Do you still want to do it?" asked Draco with fake
indifference.
"Of course I'm still in! I don't want to be the only
one who doesn't know how to dance. So when do we begin?" he was now reading the
"Unforgivable curses" chapter.
"Mmmm... How about Friday? We still have a week. And
with me as a teacher, we'll hardly need two sessions." added Draco very sure of
himself.
Harry only snorted softly and nodded almost impreceptibly. The conversation had
already finished for him.
FRIDAY 7:00 pm QUIDDITCH PITCH
A blond Slytherin boy was glued to his seat on the wooden stands that
circled the pitch. His silvery eyes were sparkling with admiration and he was
having problems in keeping his mouth closed.
On the sky, Harry Potter, also known as the Boy Who Lived, was wheezing the sky
with his old Firebolt, Thunderstorm II now forgotten in the broom closet.
Hair plastered to his forehead hiding his famous scar, emerald eyes trying to
spot the tiny golden snitch.
Then, both boys moved rapidly. One because has trapped the winged ball in his
fist, the other because had risen to see the splendid catch.
Harry landed gracefully on the grass and headed to the showers. The blond,
waited until the Gryffindor was out of sight before walking to the Great Hall.
He didn't remember to pick a green scarf from the stands.
FRIDAY 8:00 pm GREAT HALL
Draco was leaning casually onto one of the columns and was listening to his
friend with knitted eyebrows.
"...or we can use an old classroom too. What do you think?" asked Harry who had
been talking for the last five minutes.
"I think that we should go to that spot near the lake.
The one with the grey willow." suggested the Slytherin.
"But...How are we going to dance if there're no
plugs?" said Harry matter-of-factly.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're a wizard at all, Harry."
answered Draco. "What about using that stick you call "wand"? "
"Ooops! Haven't thought about that."and he smiled
sheepishly.
Without further discussion, they walked to the decided spot, now bathed in an
orange and yellowish light coming from the sunset. Both boys gaped at the
magnificent scene in front of them. Then, as the sky darkened slowly, Harry
whispered: "Wow."
"I second that" replied an awestruck Draco, who began
to swish his wand back and forth. A few minutes later, he was resting on the
grass.
"Like that?" the blond asked out of breath.
The patch of grass that circled the willow was shimmering under flying black
candles. A soft music was playing on the background.
"I think that it'll recreate the Ball well enough." added the silver eyed boy.
"Yes, it surely will." managed to say an impressed
Harry.
Draco stood abruptly and began a perfectly rehearsed speech.
"Well, now you have to be aware that you have a Malfoy as a professor. Therefore,
there are a few rules you'll have to follow." the blond boy fished a parchment
out of his pocket and continued:
-First of all, you'll ALWAYS do what I say if you
don't want to die." Draco stopped for a second "Well scratch that: if you don't
want to be seriously injured. Yes, that's better." said while scribbling
furiously with his quill.
Harry shook his head disbelievingly but he knew that he had to listen carefully
to the Slytherin if he wanted to stay out of trouble.
Finally, and after ten endless minutes, Draco looked at Harry in the eye and
made him promise that he'd follow ALL the rules without exception.
The sun had practically disappeared from the sky by then, and a pale moon was
taking its place. Harry's hair was glistening because it was still damp from
the shower. He had his eyes closed and was tapping the rhythm of the music with
his bare feet. Draco was closing the gap between them.
"Try to feel the rhythm while you're dancing, like you're doing right now. Don't think, just let your mind fly." explained Draco with a low voice. Then he put his arm around Harry's slim waist closing the distance even more. He took his hand and began to sway slowly.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Draco.
"Sorry, I am terribly sorry Drake. I knew this would be no use." replied Harry, who was very ashamed of himself.
"Ok, ok.
Don't worry. We'll do it all over again." and in a fast wrist movement, the
music was playing from the beginning again.
Now it was Harry who made the first move. He carefully sneaked his arm around
Draco and entwined their hands.
And I give up forever to touch you,
'cause I know that you feel me somehow
you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
and I don't want to go home right now.
Draco was trying really hard to restrain himself from kissing Harry right
there. But he didn't want that perfect moment to end. Harry was improving very
fast, he had only tripped twice until then, and he was dancing more securely
with every minute.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life,
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight.
Draco moved the hand around the Gryffindor's waist until it rested on his
cheek. He moved his thumb along the smooth cheekbone in a loving caress. His
eyes were shinning with love and devotion, but there was also sadness and
resignation, which was seen by Harry, who stopped abruptly.
"Are you all right Draco?" asked Harry with concern in his deep voice.
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'll understand.
When everyhting's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.
It took a moment until the Slytherin answered. He had left Harry's embrace and
was sitting under the grey willow. Eyes downcast, he was closing his fists with
a lot of strenght.
"I am in love." he had said it. It was finally out, and relieve took his whole
body. But at the same moment, remorse followed. He couldn't believe his
stupideness. It was over. His world had crashed and burned.
"Are you?"
asked a surprised Harry. At this Draco lifted his head and looked directly at
him.
And the Gryffindor saw it. He saw love, despair, fear, wraith and admiration.
He saw Draco's heart, and his name was inside of it. It shocked him to no end.
Draco was in love with him. Draco. He couldn't believe it. And he asked the
most stupid thing:
"And who's the one?" he couldn't even find his voice, that was squeezing like a
teenage's.
"Pansy." answered Draco. He was lying again. And his heart couldn't keep this fraud too long. He was hurting badly.
"Oh" was Harry's reaction. Confusion was showing in his emerald eyes and he was doing a poor job trying to hide it.
"I think that you should tell her what you feel. I know you're hurting. I can feel it, Draco. It'll be better if we cancel today's class. See you tomorrow at breakfast, ok?" and Harry turned his back to the blond boy, who was shaking.
"Wait! Harry, please wait!" said Draco desperately. Tears were streaking down his cheeks. "It's you, not Pansy." and Harry stopped.
"I love you Harry Potter. I love you."
And without saying a word, Harry continued walking until he arrived to the
seven year Gryffindor dorms, where he stayed awake the whole night.
Draco's sobs could still be heard coming from the grounds.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
Iris- Goo goo dolls