My December
By Elly Malfoy
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, plot, or the song that are in this story. There is one thing I would like to own, and that's Draco Malfoy… Yummy! Okay, so, don't sue, please!
A/N: This is a slash fic as I have said before, so if you don't like it, please don't continue to reading, I don't want any hate mail! Oh, I still have no beta-reader, if you would like to be my beta-read, email me at aznkittyrockstar@hotmail.com Thanks!
A/N2: *squeals* OMG! You guys are making me cry! I've never had so many reviewers, well, I've only had one story besides this, but still! I love you all! Let me give credit where credit it due (Oh, if your name isn't on here for reviewing chapter three, then you must have reviewed after I posted this. Don't worry, I'll get you next time, I promise! Thanks!):
pheonixelmental: Sorry I didn't get you last chapter, you must have reviewed after I posted chapter three! Lol! I know I'm surprised I got a short conversation out of Dumbledore. It was incredibly short, but when the boys return on Friday, there will be a very long discussion on their situation (I hope). Thanks for reviewing!
Dark_fox: Thank you! Thanks for reviewing!
WhoAmI: *here you go, here you go* Lol! Thanks for the enthusiastic review!
Eriandne: Eep! I hope my prophecy doesn't run you away! Thanks for reviewing. I want Draco to be confused, the little prat always knows what he wants, but I want him to slowly realize his feelings! YAY!
Katy Kinneas: Lol! I never thought I was a tease, lol. I hope to keep you hanging on with all the chapters! Thank you, I thought that this fic was going to be a flop! Here's your update! Don't go mad, that's my job! Hehe.
Sapphrine: Thanks! I was trying to lighten the mood of such a serious matter, well, not really, that's just how it turned out. I'm glad it worked out well! Here's your update!
PixieStar1: Well thank you! Well, I really couldn't think of another way to tell the boys about their destiny or whatnot. Well, there was Dumbledore, but the nutter knows everything anyway, I didn't want him having the satisfaction of knowing about their 'love' before someone else. Thanks, I hope to keep you reading!
Curious Dream Weaver: Lol, thanks. I'm beginning to think that the prophecy is lame, but it helped out with the plot, so I'm keeping it, lol. Thanks, my zaniness is coming out through the story, for all your sakes, I hope not. What's funny is, in school, I can never use imagery, I guess it takes the right motivation to bring out the true writer in all of us. Here's more…
NewmanFan12: Lol, Dumbledore knows what's best for Harry, and if it's slashiness and a whole lot of snogging with Draco, so be it! Lol! Thanks for reviewing!
Luna Aelf Writer: Yay! Oh Oh! Here's more! Hehe! Thanks for reviewing!
Okay, you know the routine, enough of the chit-chat, on with the story!
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Chapter Four: Dreams
Harry walked slowly to Gryffindor Tower, the events of Dumbledore's office replayed inside his head. 'It's not true,' he told himself, 'It's just a joke, yeah, a joke that Dumbledore, Snape, and Malfoy are playing on me. Tomorrow, they'll come up to me during breakfast and yell, "Gotcha!" Merlin, I hope so.' He made his way up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, but realized he didn't know the password.
"Password?" she asked.
"Um," Harry looked around for someone who could tell him the password, but no one was coming.
"No password, no entrance," she snapped.
"Please," he began to beg.
"I'm sorry," she turned up her nose, but then her frame began to swing open.
"Harry!" Hermione said breathlessly, "We were about to go wait for you!"
"Harry," he said distractingly, walking though the portrait hole.
"Harry!" Ron greeted him from the couch, "What did Dumbledore want?"
"What did Dumbledore want," Harry mimed Ron as he sat on the couch across from him.
"Was it about You-Know-Who," Ron asked.
"You-Know-Who," Harry repeated, staring at the two in front of him.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione's motherly instincts kicked in.
"Wrong," he answered, "It's all wrong. Why me? Why him? I…"
"Harry?" Hermione tried again.
"I'm going to sleep," Harry got up and walked to his room. His thoughts distracted him from the shouts coming from his two friends, trying to get his attention. 'It's a joke,' he, once again, reassured himself. 'Nothing to worry about, it will all be over, they'll just tell it was all a joke tomorrow, remember?' He quietly changed, making sure he wouldn't wake up the three other boys sleeping soundly.
He slipped between the maroon and gold Gryffindor crest embroidered sheets and soaked up their warmth. He was finally at home, but thoughts disturbed the only chance of happiness. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.
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Draco thoughts clouded his mind. He spent six years in this place, so it didn't take much attention to direct himself to his common room. 'The old bat has finally lost all his marbles,' Draco decided. 'Potter and me? No, that's right, what is he playing at?'
He arrived at the portrait that covered the opening to the Slytherin common room and muttered, "Serpent's Lair." The picture swung toward him and he crawled through the hole. The dungeons were cold, damp, and depressing. Draco was home. He climbed the stairs to his room, all the while the proceedings recurred in his mind.
He opened the door and absent mindedly searched through his trunk, not caring rather or not he woke up his 'protection' or not. 'It's not possible,' he told himself once again. He subconscious wanted to know what it felt like to give and receive love, to and from Harry, well, that was a different story. He slowly changed, thinking about whether or not he should train or not. 'Hell, I don't even know what side I'm on,' he snorted to himself as he got under his green silk sheets. 'Why in the hell would anyone want to sleep under silk sheets in a dungeon?' he mused, trying to distract himself with other question he was burning to ask himself.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
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The rain poured down relentlessly as lighting lit up the sky of the Great Hall. Students complained about the weather because the teachers surely would cancel the game. Harry and Ron discussed the game's strategies, ignoring Hermione's comments on how bad the weather was.
"They don't stand a chance!" Ron beamed.
"Yeah, well, I hope it works," Harry tried to fight his urge of wanting to admit their prospective win today. Professor McGonagall walked up to the Gryffindor table and assured the boys that the game was not cancelled.
The Gryffindor team shoveled down their breakfast and headed to the changing room. "Alright," Harry began, "We've trained hard for this, but I just want you all to do your best out there!" He led the team out of the room and to the doors where they waited to begin their first Quidditch game of the season.
The rain didn't stop it assault, so Harry taught them the spell the team used for practice in these conditions last year. It didn't help much, but at least he could see through his glasses. He and the rest of the team reached Madame Hooch where the other team had already arrived.
"I want a good, clean game," she told the captains, "Now, shake hands."
Harry slowly stuck his hand out and was grabbed by the soft, creamy skin he always longed to touch. Harry looked up into the moonlight color eyes as they searched his own. Soon the other boy lifted his trademark eyebrow, but added a wink.
"Right then," Madame Hooch, interrupted the handshake, "Mount your brooms," the fourteen did as they were told, "On my whistle," they kicked off of the ground, hovering well over the referee's head, whistle blown and Quaffle tossed, the game began.
Harry and Draco shot up, both searched for the Snitch. Each zoomed after another, seeing if one caught sight of the golden ball. After minutes of no success, they stopped and floated near each other, for other reason than competition. Harry looked in the blonde's direction; his hair wasn't in its normal, slicked back hair do, it was clustered together in small groups and some plastered on the sides of his face. His Quidditch robes stuck to him, revealing his lean, but toned body. 'He's grown,' he realized.
Malfoy felt eyes boring into him and glanced to the Gryffindor. Harry's hair was just as messy as ever, except now it was wet and some stuck to his tanned neck and face. He, too, was muscled and lean, but was much bigger than the Slytherin. His eyes met the emerald eyes he had dreamt about often. They drifted closer as their staring continued. Forgetting there was a Quidditch match going on, they moved closer.
They rain blocked all view of the game, but the students still cheered when Dean Thomas commented on what he could see. Gryffindor was winning, 70-20 and Ron had successfully stopped another goal. The Slytherin team was getting frustrated and began hitting bludgers absent mindedly.
Draco and Harry were centimeters about, they felt the other's hot breath on their lips, and they closed their eyes and…
WHAM!
A bludger slammed into Draco's back caused him and Harry to fall. They were well above the stadium and the height was dangerous. They began to free fall, holding each other, hoping that they would live. Life times flash before their eyes, things that they did and things that they cursed themselves for not doing. They could see the stands now, row by row passed them when…
THUMP!
They landed in their respective beds. They woke up scream and panting, drenched in sweat, they sat up.
'Is this trying to tell me something?' Harry asked, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it.
'What was that about?' Draco wiped the sweat off of his face and slammed his head back onto his pillow.
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Hmmm… is this foreshadowing or was I out of ideas and decided to put this in there? Well, I guess you'll have to see! Sorry about the long period (well, it wasn't that long, but still) between updates, I had a lot of school work to do, I'll try and write at least one chapter per week, maybe even two, seeing how I've written these within a few days of each other, maybe they'll be more. I don't know yet, but anyhow, press our little purple friend and tell me what you think. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
