Disclaimer: Well, I have one question for you. If you wrote the Harry
Potter books would you be wasting your time writing fanfiction? NO! So,
isn't it obvious by now that I'm not Madam Rowling?
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL.
I would like to take this time to express my thanks to the following reviewers:
My Slytherin Mind: Thank you!
Dark Devotion: Thank you! About them getting together. I'll give you a hint. This is my favorite pairing.
Liz: Thank you! Wow, you said it was captivating. I think I peed a little.
Nanashi016: Thank you! A LOT! A LOT! A LOT!
Nokia: Thank you! You're a feisty one aren't you.
sammygirl: Thank you! Well if you don't think that this one is super crap then my first story was. I'm going to finish this one. If I don't I give permission to hurt me.
icklechuck: Thank you! I peed again! Oh, I LOVED HEAT IN THE KITCHEN!!!!!
Nisha Kole: Thank you! I don't play the violin, but I am a big fan of it. I'm a clarinet girl. Who doesn't love musical Draco?
pinkmoonbunny2002: Thank you! Don't you think that Far From Crap could be a movie title or something. um nevermind.
ironfish: Thank you! Aye Aye Captain!
Kelebcarak: Thank you!
TiGrrrrDYR: Thank you! Love is in the air, everytime I look around.
Also many of you said that the first two chapters were sad, and well they were meant to be. I wanted to bring out their emotions up front. It was kind of like a double prologue. I really wanted to make this light and romantic, but some how it came out sad. Oh well, after that turn of events I decided to make it a little different: It's now a: fluff/ angst/ slash/ romance/ blah/ blah/ blah. Hopefully this chapter will come out a little lighter.
K, I feel better now. This chapter will begin with Harry and then.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I woke up this morning, I noticed three things: I had a massive headache, old pictures surrounded me, and there was an empty bottle of red wine discarded on the floor.
Everything about last night flashed back to me.
You
Me
Music
I finally found you after all of these years; you were in my reach again. I can't let you get away.
I won't let you go.
I can't stay away.
Away from you.
I vow to myself to stay in bed until I think of a proper plan to get you back. But not too much later, the smell of cooking food wafts into my room. My stomach betrays my plan by making a low, awkward rumble.
I sigh, and throw back my duvet. As I stand up I truly feel how cold it is in my room. I begin frantically pulling on my house pants and think to my self that this is the price I pay for sleeping in the nude.
Making my way down the hall, a loud crash streams from the kitchen. I cover my ears and try to soothe the remnants of last nights "sorrow drowning."
"OY! Hermione you mind keeping the noise down a bit"
"Well if you wouldn't get piss drunk everytime you think about Draco I would be a bit more sensitive."
"This time it's different, I saw him. You saw him."
"Yeah, about that."
"What?"
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet, I just don't know."
I finished my breakfast and went to take a shower. Just as I was washing my hair it came to me. The perfect plan.
I jumped out of the shower and ran to the den.
"Hermione! I figured out what to do!"
She looked up from the book she was reading, but then closed her eyes quickly.
"Harry James Potter you're stark naked, and what's that- is that shampoo in your hair?"
"Yeah, but there is no time we have to go to the concert hall."
"Ok, but pants first then concert hall."
Ok, so I was a bit irrational before, but that's how I get when I'm excited.
My plan.
My brilliant plan.
The plan to get back my soulmate.
Hermione and me made our way to the concert hall. The closer we got to our destination the more my breathing became erratic. My plan was to acquire Draco's telephone number and address from a member of the orchestra and surprise him at his home. Then I would decorate his apartment like I did that night we made love.
Not sex.
Love.
But what if it backfires, what if he's at the concert hall.
What if he sees me first?
What if he doesn't want to talk to me?
What if.?
We reach our destination and I go to open the door, but something stops me. The door begins to open and a voice shouts out.
"See you tomorrow Mischa."
I know that voice. I have to get out of here. I'm not ready. I back up ready to run, but I trip on a crack and fall backwards. The man doesn't see me at first, but does when he trips over me.
Blonde.
Gray.
Draco.
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Is light good? Am I falling into the "crap"? Please review!
You know I was thinking that if I was a super hero I could be called Super Crap. But then what about the children, may be Ms. Poo. what do ya think?
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL.
I would like to take this time to express my thanks to the following reviewers:
My Slytherin Mind: Thank you!
Dark Devotion: Thank you! About them getting together. I'll give you a hint. This is my favorite pairing.
Liz: Thank you! Wow, you said it was captivating. I think I peed a little.
Nanashi016: Thank you! A LOT! A LOT! A LOT!
Nokia: Thank you! You're a feisty one aren't you.
sammygirl: Thank you! Well if you don't think that this one is super crap then my first story was. I'm going to finish this one. If I don't I give permission to hurt me.
icklechuck: Thank you! I peed again! Oh, I LOVED HEAT IN THE KITCHEN!!!!!
Nisha Kole: Thank you! I don't play the violin, but I am a big fan of it. I'm a clarinet girl. Who doesn't love musical Draco?
pinkmoonbunny2002: Thank you! Don't you think that Far From Crap could be a movie title or something. um nevermind.
ironfish: Thank you! Aye Aye Captain!
Kelebcarak: Thank you!
TiGrrrrDYR: Thank you! Love is in the air, everytime I look around.
Also many of you said that the first two chapters were sad, and well they were meant to be. I wanted to bring out their emotions up front. It was kind of like a double prologue. I really wanted to make this light and romantic, but some how it came out sad. Oh well, after that turn of events I decided to make it a little different: It's now a: fluff/ angst/ slash/ romance/ blah/ blah/ blah. Hopefully this chapter will come out a little lighter.
K, I feel better now. This chapter will begin with Harry and then.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I woke up this morning, I noticed three things: I had a massive headache, old pictures surrounded me, and there was an empty bottle of red wine discarded on the floor.
Everything about last night flashed back to me.
You
Me
Music
I finally found you after all of these years; you were in my reach again. I can't let you get away.
I won't let you go.
I can't stay away.
Away from you.
I vow to myself to stay in bed until I think of a proper plan to get you back. But not too much later, the smell of cooking food wafts into my room. My stomach betrays my plan by making a low, awkward rumble.
I sigh, and throw back my duvet. As I stand up I truly feel how cold it is in my room. I begin frantically pulling on my house pants and think to my self that this is the price I pay for sleeping in the nude.
Making my way down the hall, a loud crash streams from the kitchen. I cover my ears and try to soothe the remnants of last nights "sorrow drowning."
"OY! Hermione you mind keeping the noise down a bit"
"Well if you wouldn't get piss drunk everytime you think about Draco I would be a bit more sensitive."
"This time it's different, I saw him. You saw him."
"Yeah, about that."
"What?"
"Well what are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet, I just don't know."
I finished my breakfast and went to take a shower. Just as I was washing my hair it came to me. The perfect plan.
I jumped out of the shower and ran to the den.
"Hermione! I figured out what to do!"
She looked up from the book she was reading, but then closed her eyes quickly.
"Harry James Potter you're stark naked, and what's that- is that shampoo in your hair?"
"Yeah, but there is no time we have to go to the concert hall."
"Ok, but pants first then concert hall."
Ok, so I was a bit irrational before, but that's how I get when I'm excited.
My plan.
My brilliant plan.
The plan to get back my soulmate.
Hermione and me made our way to the concert hall. The closer we got to our destination the more my breathing became erratic. My plan was to acquire Draco's telephone number and address from a member of the orchestra and surprise him at his home. Then I would decorate his apartment like I did that night we made love.
Not sex.
Love.
But what if it backfires, what if he's at the concert hall.
What if he sees me first?
What if he doesn't want to talk to me?
What if.?
We reach our destination and I go to open the door, but something stops me. The door begins to open and a voice shouts out.
"See you tomorrow Mischa."
I know that voice. I have to get out of here. I'm not ready. I back up ready to run, but I trip on a crack and fall backwards. The man doesn't see me at first, but does when he trips over me.
Blonde.
Gray.
Draco.
*****************************************
Is light good? Am I falling into the "crap"? Please review!
You know I was thinking that if I was a super hero I could be called Super Crap. But then what about the children, may be Ms. Poo. what do ya think?