Artemis Astralstar: Yes, demon llama's. Long story.. It was in this FF I read once, and I've been obsessed with them ever sense. Anyway, thanks for reviewing again.. (By the way, did you tell me to shut up or to shut Harry up? :-P)
Author's Note: Okay, I finally managed to con my muse from drowning itself in my coffee mug. Though I must say, it was slightly.. Err.. Drunk on caffeine afterwards, and I apologize before hand if this sucks!
Chapter Eight-- Denial
Harry confusedly made his way to his dorm, and fell on his bed with a soft "Thump." He quickly pulled the curtains to keep away any un-welcomed questions.
Everything had suddenly became so confusing so fast. Thoughts flooded his mind, and he wished silently that he could escape them. If only he could return to that emptiness.. That peace.0 Closing his eyes, Harry slowly fell into a restless sleep.
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Subconsciously, Harry was having the weirdest dreams. He found himself in a green pasture, with odd looking unicorns surrounding him.
They were so odd looking because they had the pattern of a cow, but was purple and white instead of black and white. It looked vaguely like a unicorn because of the spiral horn that dotted its head. The air smelled gloriously of apple blossoms.
Harry was walking around the pasture quietly until he saw a boy standing in front of the single apple tree that grew towards the middle of the space. Suddenly, Harry found himself running towards the boy and wrapping him in a strong embrace as they kissed. He only pulled a way a moment to look the boy in the eyes.. To look Malfoy in the eyes.
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The moment Harry awoke, the first thing that popped into his mind was this: What the hell is happening to me?! He buried his face in his pillow, and screamed.
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Harry traced his fingers delicately over the three long jagged scars that stained his arm. Pulling the robe's cloth over his arm, he was thankful for long sleeves. He was trying to make it look convincible that he was reading his potions book instead of silently reciting what he was going to say to Hermoine.
Almost a full week had went by sense he last saw Draco. Alone that is, and it was now Friday after classes. He suddenly found himself in the need of someone to talk to. For a brief moment he had thought about writing Sirius, but then laughed hollowly inwards. Sirius was gone.. He'd never return..
However, he still needed to confess to someone.. He couldn't continue to keep these new emotions bottled up. He needed someone to help him work his way through the confusion. And he had a feeling that Ron wouldn't be all that friendly about the idea of Harry liking guys. Especially with the slight chance, that the one guy he fancied the most was Malfoy. So needless to say, that left Hermoine.
His head darted nervously up several times before Hermoine entered the common room through the portrait hole. Thankfully, she was alone.
"I.. Her.. Hermoine." His voice came out louder then he would have liked, and squeaked severely at his nervousness.
"Hm? What is it Harry?" Hermoine walked closer, sitting on the couch across from him as she carefully set her books down on the nearby table. Her face was creased with worry.
"I wanted to err.. Tell you something.."
"Yes?"
Harry could feel her brown eyes on him. Harry tightly closed his own, and knew Hermoine was waiting. Taking a deep breath, Harry found himself spitting it out.
"I think I fancy Boys. I uh.. Well, One boy in particular.."
Letting himself trail off, Harry opened a single eye to glance at Hermoine. Her face was etched in confusion.
"Oh.. Are you certain Harry?"
"Quite.."
Hermoine sighed, her eyes studied the floor contently. "Well, what ever floats your boat then Harry."
Harry smiled. He was glad Hermoine was being so supportive of this, he could only hope that Ron would be the same. Slowly - very slowly, Harry began to explain his dream.
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Later that evening after dinner, and after he had made Hermoine promise not to tell Ron, Harry found himself wandering aimlessly around the castle. Only to run into the one person he had been trying to avoid in the first place.
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Draco landed squarely on his butt, and looked up at the flustered looking Potter. Harry nervously reached his hands out three different times, before finally leaving it out long enough for Draco accept. He quickly helped the boy up and began to study the floor boards contently.
"Watch where your going next time will you p-" Draco almost slipped and called him potter. Only to correct his mistake at the last moment. "Harry."
Draco noted that the things that seemed so natural before last night, for instance calling Harry by his surname, now seemed.. Well.. Wrong.
Harry Arched an eyebrow, "Did you just call me Harry, Malfoy?"
"Yes I did, Po- Harry."
Harry's voice came out distant and confused as he bluntly stated, "Don't."
"Don't what? Pretend like I didn't kiss you last night?"
Now it was Draco's turn to be confused.
"Is that what you want Harry?"
Maybe I'm making to big of a deal over this.. thought Draco, studying Harry closely. After all it was just a kiss. A single kiss. It didn't even last that long.. It didn't mean anything.. Did it?
"I.. Well.. Yes. I mean no. I mean.. I just want to know what the bloody hell is wrong with me!"
Draco stood very still, and grinded his teeth nervously. Things had changed so much over the summer, last year he wouldn't have ever even thought of kissing Harry. Let alone do it!
"Still in denial?" Asked Draco softly. His eyes immediately darted to Harry's arm where the robe was bunched up at. He could clearly see the scratch marks.
"Have you been hurting yourself again Harry?"
"Lately? No.. There.. Uh, Old scratches."
Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and found himself taking another step towards the confused gryffindor. Obviously, Harry was having a harder time thinking about Draco in that way then Draco was with him. But then again, Draco had thought about it more then once during the summer.
Before long, Harry was backed up against the nearby wall. Draco pressed a hand on each side of the wall on either side of his head. Harry's eyes seemed so enchanting. Their eyes meant, and they held that gaze for a long while until Draco bent his head slightly and moved closer.
Their lips meant again. First the kiss was unnervingly awkward only to soften to a slow passionate kiss as Harry set a hand on Draco's hip.
The kiss ended quickly, and they stared at each other for a moment later before their lips meant for another passionate kiss. Draco ran his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, and begged for entrance. Hungrily, Draco explored Harry's mouth.
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Author's Note: This was a surprisingly long chapter. I hope you liked it, I enjoyed writing the ending ^._.^, Muwehehehehe! Anyways, if it was a little err.. Confusing, I'll soon correct it. It's just that when I wrote this chapter I was (and am still) a little hyper on caffeine. Plus I just puked by guts out so, as you can tell my ideas tonight might come out a little weird. Though i did thouraly enjoy adding the part with the purple-cow-unicorn creatures. :-D I'll probably correct this chapter later tonight or tomorrow (so it makes more sense), along with adding another chapter. But only if I get at least one review will I add another chapter! :=P
Teaser--
The kiss deepened even more if possible, until Harry turned his head slightly hoping Draco took the hint that he wanted the kiss to end. Slowly, Draco pulled his head away from Harry, and scanned the boy's face confusingly.
"What's happening?" Harry's voice came out just above a whisper, and he sighed heavily as he draped his arms around Draco's waist. He slightly wondered why he felt so comfortable being this close to his old enemy..