rachael cotter: Sorry if it took awhile, but I was suffering severe writers block on this story.
Artemis Astralstar: Mm?? I have no clue what your talking about. Maybe I should play more attention to what I'm writing? :=P And isn't it though? Heh. . . Thanks!
Web Walker: I plan to. Thanks!
bluebutterfly9: Mm, yeah. I've been in one of those 'depressed' moods before and I know when your coming out of those moods, you feel like your trapped in a box and just want to avoid everything. But I'd prefer not to get into that.. :=D The past is past right? Anyway, your right. . . That is just you. Lol. I commented that I was a little err.. Hyper, when I wrote that chapter but now that you mention it, that would have been a good thing to add. But then with Ron, Couldn't you just see him acting like that? :=D He's always so 'fun' to write. And I might bring it to McGonagal's attention (who will tell Dumbledore) after this chapter. And your I would continue with your last comment, but I think you should find out the truth or fiction in that comment for yourself. Thanks for the wonderful suggestions, and very. . . Descriptive, review!
Lanfear1: Yes, Ron is annoying some times isn't he? Thanks!
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AnonymousBystander: Oh, thank you for bringing that to my attention. . . I don't know where precisely you were talking about in the chapter, but I'll be sure to look for that mistake when I correct it Sunday. Kay? ^_~ Thanks!
Author's Note: THANK YOU ALL! For reviewing, and a special thanks for those who made suggestions or brought 'mistakes' to my attention. :=P And as you can tell, I've found the underlining HTML. Heh . . . Anyway, if ANYONE would like to be my Beta-reader, please, please, please, PLEASE, contact me through one of my many sign in names. (They should be listed on my Author Profile). . . Or you could just post a review with your email in it, but I don't know if that's allowed on the site so you better not. ~=_=~ I love those little faces, quite obviously. Anyway . . . Err, if you all like this story I BEG you, to check out my original story "Dreaming of Nightmares" on fictionpress.com - same signature, but the link should be on my profile if you'd like to take the easy way out.
I do however, warn you that if you do read it, that particular story is rated R for Violence and Language. So if you can't stand reading about a little bit . . Well, a lot . . of blood don't read that story. Kay? Anyway. . Wouldn't you say that's enough of my obsessive ramblings for one day? Alrighty then! On with the story. . .!
Chapter Eleven-- Normal?
Ron looked up from the blazing fire before him, several times. The hair on the back of his neck prickled ever so lightly, and a drop of perspiration ran down his forehead. He could feel their eyes him. The stranger that was looking in on him wasn't aware that he knew they were there, but he wasn't that dense.
Ronald Weasely wondered briefly why the house elves had lighten a blazing fire on an already hot enough autumn night. He allowed his thoughts to then wander until he rested on one subject; his apology. He didn't know precisely what he was suppose to be apologizing for, but he knew that the one watching from the shadows on top of the dormitory stairs, would never give him a moment's peace for him to get a full nights' sleep if he didn't.
As far as he was concerned he didn't need to apology. If anyone should apologize, it should be Harry. For not warning him. For not coming to him. . . For allowing him to find out like . . Well, like that.
I mean, walking in on your best friend . . Who've you taken showers with, mind you! . . Snogging with another boy . . None other then his loathed enemy . . Is not a good way to find out about these things. Harry should have told me. . He should have trusted me. Ron closed his eyes temporarily, leaning his head against the couch back behind him and sighed. His face was still an awkward shade of whitish pink, tinted with a hint of green. Picturing Malfoy sitting on Harry's lap, where it was quite obvious what they had been doing, disgusted him. It was Malfoy!
Ron's lips were now pursed in another line of rage, and disappointment. His anger was rising once more, and he tried to take slow breaths to calm himself. He needed to apologize. That is, if he ever wanted to sleep in the next decade.
His eyes darted open and he turned his head to see a raven haired gryffindor walk in through the portrait hole.
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The moment Harry walked in through the portrait hole, he was trying to think of what to tell Ron. He prayed that he was sleeping as he really needed to sort out his emotions. They were all so new to him . . . Well perhaps not new, but forgotten.
However, Harry had no such luck. A very pale-stricken Ron stood from one of the big leather couches in front of the fire. Harry sighed, he couldn't avoid this. Both of the two boys began to walk towards each other, and both were quickly searching for the right words.
"Harry I want-"
"No Ron. Let me go first."
Ron sighed, but nodded his head in silent acceptance. "I. . . I know we can't avoid this subject for ever, and it probably would be better to talk of it now. It's just that. . . I don't even know what I'm feeling for gods sake! I know I should have told you the moment I began to have these feelings, but - I know you with your Weasely temper. ." Harry smiled awkwardly and continued. "So I just automatically thought, that I could find a more fitting time to tell you. I most definitely didn't expect you to find out like that!"
Ron's sullen expression began to lighten gradually. "I know I have a temper Harry - Mind you, you have one to," He smiled slightly. "But you still should have told me. It would have been less. . . Err. . Surprising, if I had found out from your word. Instead of your actions. . ." Ron's words trailed, and he looked down at the floor as he brushed his slippers against it absent mindly.
"Was it that obvious what we were doing?" Asked Harry.
Looking up Ron stated the obvious. "He was on your lap Harry! In some country's that may look like a weird choke hold on your enemy, but not here." Ron smiled slightly again and sighed. "Lets you and me say, to continue this conversation tomorrow morning? I really don't feel like continuing tonight."
Harry nodded. Ron turned and the two boys began up the stairs with their heads bowed down deep in thought. The red-haired one looked up momentarily however and said softly, "You know Hermoine, you can come out now. I know your there."
A moment after Ron had said that, A teary eyed Hermoine Granger stepped from the shadows. Her eyes darted from one boy to another. "You guys are so stupidly sweet sometimes!" She held back a sob of joy and jogged down the rest of the steps, wrapping an arm around each in a tight embrace.
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The next morning went by as usual. Except for one thing. That Harry actually couldn't wait until potions. Even if Draco and him did have to keep up the façade in basic public, it was still time he could spend with the boy.
Harry's shoes thudded lightly on the cold cement floor as he made his way down to the dungeons with his two best friends Ron, and Hermoine at his side. The moment Harry stepped in the dungeon, as his friends went to find a seat, his eyes searched for a familiar blonde. Only to wish that he hadn't found him.
Draco was there alright, right next to Blaise Zabini. A little to close for Harry's liking. Harry pretended not to mind however, as he took a seat next to Hermoine Granger. She pointed towards the cold blank wall that was in front of him, as a scrawled form of golden letters formed before it. They were instructions as to what ingredients to get ready for a 'finding' potion, before Snape arrived.
Harry allowed his eyes to wander from the continuing instructions and to Draco; who suddenly leaned over and kissed Blaise on the cheek absently. He was slightly smiling and was obviously happy about something.
A surge of anger went through Harry's veins and he briefly wondered why he cared. They had to act normal right? But even before this month, I've never seen Draco act that way to Blaise. . . thought Harry curiously. He finally realized he was staring, as Draco turned in his direction. The slight smile on his lips fading as if he had just realized what he had done.
He quickly turned his attention back to the instructions, and stood as he urged his anger to calm itself. Harry slowly made his way over to the Ingredient table, only to be stopped as no other but Draco Malfoy stood in front of him.
"Going somewhere Potter?" Draco's voice had its normal drawl, except for the slight hint of concern that it contained. However, no one else but Harry noticed. Suddenly the noise that had filled the room calmed and all eyes were on the two boys.
"Move out of my way Malfoy." Stated Harry, clenching his fists as he pushed his way past the blonde haired slytherin.
Draco turned when Harry brushed past him, and grabbed him squarely by the shoulder. A few "Ohh's" and "Ahh's" echoed from his fellow classmates.
Harry immediately reached for his wand and turned to Draco, pointing it at his heart. However, Draco had sensed (almost right away) what Harry was doing and now had his wand out to; also pointed at the others heart.
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Hermoine, who had been keeping an ever careful eye on Harry these days had seen what Draco did with Blaise. She hadn't said anything however, as she knew Harry needed to react to this in his own way. Though that didn't stop Hermoine from fearfully biting her bottom lip.
She pretended to be scrawling down the instructions on a blank piece of parchment when Harry turned his attention back to the front. Her eyes continuously darted in his direction, and she felt like yelling out "stop" after Harry had stood, before she had realized where he was heading. Of course that was silly of her, he was plainly heading for the ingredient table past Malfoy. Right?
That brought Hermoine to her current situation. Her eyes darted from one face to another and slowly processed the scene's details. Draco and Harry held their wands out at each other. Their eyes set in hateful determination, and Hermoine watched the scene with growing remorse. What had happened between them?
Of course she knew what had happened, but for Harry to get that jumpy over a little peck on the cheek? She wondered however, what she would have done if she had seen someone she cared about that much, show affection to another person in that way.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted and all eyes darted from the growing conflict to the door. Which now had a very angry looking Proffessor Snape standing in it's frame..
"POTTER! MALFOY!"
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Author's Note: OoOoOoOh! I hope you liked that chapter. I'm not sure if "mindly" is a word, actually I'm quite positive it isn't but ah well. Live with it. Let me state that when I correct these chapters Sunday, I might change a few (hopefully small) details about this chapter. . . I'll warn you if I did however!
Anyway.. Now for the famous teaser. :=D
Teaser--
Harry held the scissors to close to his face, and ached for the odd comfort the blade had offered him before. Suddenly, He cried out in pain as he cut his ear lobe. Blood trickled down from the fresh cut, and continued down his neck in a slow erythematic stream.