Marg : Aww, thanks.
rulerofthecows: I'm glad you liked it! Thanks!
AnonymousBystander: Thanks. And because they were magically their, because he had given them a lecture the last class, on what to do. Then he put the instructions on the wall for what ingredients they needed, because he was talking to Dumbledore. But I'm not going to get into that now :=P! Thanks. . .!
Lanfear1: Well, I *could* do the wrist-knife thing, but I might end up killing Harry. *hint hint.* And you wouldn't want that now would you? :=P Plus, he's depressed. I'm having him start out with little things at first, but something might happen in the near future where he tries to commit actual suicide. I haven't decided yet :=p. Thanks!
kneazles: Trewalny mode? Alrighty then. . I'm guessing you know palmistry then to? If so, what are the different types of hands? And what do the mounts mean? :=P Seer shmeer. Lol, jk. Thanks for all. . . Eight . . . reviews!
Sarah486: Aww. . . *Blushes* Thanks!
Author's Note: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm really incredibly sorry that I didn't correct this story over the weekend. I was at a friends helping baby-sit. Her baby sister is SOOO cute! But that's besides the fact, I pray you all don't want to come and hunt me down with pitch forks but it's the honest truth! I just didn't have time. . . Anyway, please - PLEASE forgive me. Now . . Hopefully this little tidbit of a chapter will calm you all.
Chapter Twelve-- Forgiveness
When Harry awoke the next morning, a familiar sense of dread consumed him. Earlier that night, the image of Draco leaning across to kiss Blaise on the cheek, haunted his dreams.
Harry let his thoughts wander to the detention he'd be serving with Snape. And Draco. Like one of them wasn't enough.
With a shaky hand, Harry reached up and pulled the blinds to his bed open. His eyes darted around the room tiredly. By the lack of light, Harry guessed it to be somewhere around six in the morning.
Mumbling under his breath, Harry swung his legs off of his bed; kicking his blankets to the floor grumpily. He grabbed his glasses off of the bedside table and stood. Creeping over to the nearest window, Harry looked out onto the outside world.
His eyes scanned the grounds, searching for another sign of life. His eyes landed on Hagrid's cabin and the puff of grayish smoke coming from his chimney.
Harry stared at the cabin for a long while, feeling the sudden need to go visit. Inside his mind, Harry promised himself that he'd visit Hagrid before the detention with Draco.
After a few short minutes, the sun gradually peeked over the tree line of the forbidden forest. Making the dew that was on the evergreens, clearly visible. The leaves and Grass were brittle with frost. Harry reached up and cleared the fog from his breath off of the glass.
At that precise moment the sun hit the frost causing it to glow an unearthly white. Harry covered his eyes protectively, briefly wondering what the bloody hell that had been about. It had almost looked like someone had cast a spell. . . But that was impossible. No one else is up. . Said Harry silently to himself. Right?
His eyes scanned the grounds once more but found nothing. Harry turned. Telling himself that he was beginning to get Paranoid, Harry grabbed his bag of morning items off of his trunk. He decided he might as well take a shower considering he was up so early. Then maybe he could sneak down to the quidditch pitch. . .
Yawning loudly, Harry walked into the lightly lit room. He shut the door quickly behind him and now stood in front of the mirror.
His eyes went to the minor bags under his eyes, which had been disintegrating because he had felt less gloomy lately.
Because of Draco. . . said a little voice in the back of his head. However it was quick to be silent as it heard the few select names Harry called him in his mind.
Harry set his bag on the counter and dug in it for his come. When he looked up again his eyes narrowed in on a snarl of hair above his right ear.
"Arg!" Harry groaned in desperation, not realizing that he was in no mind to handle sharp objects; he switched his search for the pair of snipping scissors he kept on stock, just in case.
Anyway, they had been a gift from Hermoine earlier that summer for his birthday. She had told him that she was always noticing little knots in his untidy hair, and had to bite her tongue sometimes to stop from reaching up and pulling on them.
A slight smile crept on Harry's face at that memory. Something poked his index finger painfully, and he said under his breath in triumph; "Gotchya!"
Looking in the mirror, Harry grabbed at the knot of hair near his ear. Taking the scissors in his hand, Harry tried to relax his reflexes and stop himself from shaking. But it didn't work.
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.
The scissors fell to the floor with a loud clang as Harry cussed loudly. It had been one thing when he was prepared for the pain, but it had been an accident this time.
Mumbling under his breath once more, Harry dabbed the cut tenderly with some wet tissue. He then proceeded into the shower.
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Harry's cloak blew behind him gracefully and he pulled his broom closer to him. His eyes darted to the sky that was now turning a light gray with clouds, that clashed surprisingly well with the green trees below it. Silver and green. . . Harry's thoughts wandered. They only ceased as he stopped abruptly. The quidditch field had now came into view, and much to Harry's surprise, someone was already occupying it.
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Draco was flying happily around the quid ditch pitch, enjoying the feeling the wind was like in his face. He scanned the ground and momentarily wondered what time it was. His eyes quickly found a raven-haired gryffindor, who was watching him intently.
Smiling, Draco dove down until he was almost to the ground, making it look like he was going to do a nose dive. Only to pull up and land gracefully on his feet.
"Hi Harry."
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Draco's face was slightly flushed, giving his skin a merry tone. Harry swallowed painfully, finding himself with the sudden urge to rush forward and kiss him.
"Hi Harry."
Harry was about to answer back, until the picture of Draco and Blaise came wandering into his mind. Harry sighed, and turned to leave. Draco grabbed him quickly by the wrist.
"What's your problem?"
Harry looked back at Draco for a moment, their eyes meeting in a confused gaze.
"You."
Draco arched an eyebrow, and stepped closer. Harry tugged on his wrist, trying to free his arm. However, the attempt was unsuccessful. If anything, it had made his grip tighten around Harry's wrist.
"Look, I don't precisely know what your problem is, but I want to talk to you Harry." Harry opened his mouth to speak, to say that Draco bloody better know what his problem was, but was silenced as Draco put a finger to his mouth. He moved closer yet.
"I'm sorry about yesterday in potion's, For the life of me, I can't remember what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" The two boys were now but a few inches apart.
Harry could feel Draco's warm breath on his face, and moved forward. Their lips meant in a slow kiss.
When the kiss ended, Draco smiled. "Look at me. Begging for forgiveness. And from Potter no doubt!" He gave Harry a playful look as he dragged the gryffindor to sit at the edge of the forbidden forest.
However, Harry had other ideas. He stood rooted to the spot. He hadn't even had a chance to yell at Draco! Like he was going to give into a snogging session. . . Though that does sound rather good. . . thought Harry mischievously.
"Do you even know why I was mad?"
"Not really. . ."
"Because you kissed Blaise."
Harry scanned Draco's face whose eyes were widening in realization. "Oh!"
Trying very hard to stop from breaking out laughing, Draco wrapped an arm attentively around Harry's waist.
"It was a dare. Pansy told me to do it, I'm sorry Harry."
Harry narrowed his eyes, but decided in believing his new friend. He leaned against Draco, resting his head on his shoulder.
"Now look at me, saying sorry two times in one day!"
Harry couldn't help but smile.
Suddenly, Draco gasped and Harry felt a hand cup the side of his head, pushing Harry away from Draco momentarily.
Draco was studying Harry's ear closely.
"What happened?"
"I cut myself when I was trying to trim my hair. . ." Said Harry, who was now blushing three shades red.
Draco snickered, "Figures. Though I must say your hair does need grooming."
Deciding that it wouldn't hurt him to act slightly immature, Harry stuck his tongue out at the blonde-boy.
Draco casually reached into his robes and withdrew his wand. He pointed it at Harry's ear and whispered, "Alqd Senare!"
The wound magically healed. "There, all better." Draco kissed Harry's ear playfully.
"You should show this side of you more often." Stated Harry, pulling Draco into a tight embrace.
"And what side is that precisely?"
In response, all Harry did was smile mischievously as their lips meant in another deep passionate kiss.
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Author's Note: Mm I hope you liked this chapter. Its getting harder and harder for me to come up with ideas. So I know the description in this sucks sort of. . But oh well. Like I said before, I'm dreadfully sorry that I didn't correct the story this weekend! Its not my fault I was gone. Technically it was but SH! Don't tell anyone. . .
BLeEp! Now for the beloved teaser. :=P
Teaser--
Harry kissed Draco passionately, his hand sliding up the boy's shirt and over his soft skin. A slight gasp came from Draco's parted lips after the kiss ended, and Harry playfully pushed him onto the bed.