My December
By Elly Malfoy
 
 
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. Don't sue. Sorry.
 
 
A/N: Thanks to my lovely beta, PixieStar1. You did a wonderful job on the last chapter, it made sense for once! Cookie! And thanks to me new beta, Jennifer! I don't know what I'd do without you two!
 
 
A/N2: Warning: Slash and OotP spoilers! Don't like, don't read, please.
 
 
A/N3: I have a lot of A/N's don't I? Anyway! I want to thank all you who reviewed the last chapter! You guys are so awesome!
 
 
PixieStar1: Yay! Jumps up and down! Don't worry, I like getting the reviews, lol Okay, I'm starting to get a big head, I'll stop! You rock, you know that?
 
 
iMaxed: lol, thanks. That's how I think of Draco. He seems to be a very seductive character. *sigh* I'm sorry this chapter wasn't long, I'm writing another as soon as I get my thank you's out!
 
 
Lunadeath: Of course, I always have to put a nice snog scene in every chapter! It's a part of my diet! Lol. I can assure you it's a dream, but you'll find out that later, dreams become reality! *gasp*
 
 
PunkGirl2: Thanks! Here's a new chapter for you!
 
 
ciceronian: *jumps into her computer and out of yours. Grabs you and gives you a great big hug* I love you. You'll see why later in the story. I'll give you your credit when it comes!
 
 
Luna Aelf Writer: lol, I know. Maybe in the next chapter, *nudge nudge, wink wink*.
 
 
Grace James: Thanks. *blushes* I'm not talented, you're just too kind! Thanks, nevertheless.
 
 
blackunicorn: lol. I do too. Poor, poor teenage angst. What ever shall we do? Any suggestions?
 
 
Mandra: Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU! Yes, the update is very soon. And the next one is even sooner!
 
 
Sapphrine: lol. *nods* I always thought Dumbledore was creepy. Maybe he knows something we don't! *shrugs* My muse isn't being nice and telling me what's going to happen. Darn you, Draco!
 
 
Curious Dream Weaver: lol! Dumbledore is a lot of things. Scary, funny, um, old. Lol. You are just too kind! You give a cookie too! Lol.
 
 
pheonixelmental: lol. Too creepy! I know, Draco is so mean to me sometimes. No respect. "Why should I? I'm a Malfoy!" Go figure! Lol. Thanks, I think we all agree the red must be dye.
 
 
Did anyone watch the Peter Jennings' thingy on too much Harry Potter? TOO 
MUCH HARRY POTTER?! How can anyone have ENOUGH of Harry Potter? That man is off his rocker! Reading too much, eh? 'Hogwarts' Headache'…. Lol.
 
 
Okay, I'll shut up and get on with the story!
 
 
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Chapter Eight: The Talk
 
 
It was Friday and time for the boys to go to Dumbledore. 'I really don't want to do this,' Harry complained to himself. 'I bet he knows everything. When hasn't he?' Harry sighed heavily as he walked up to the gargoyle that guards the headmaster's office.
 
 
"Potter," Harry heard the familiar drawl from behind.
 
 
"Malfoy," Harry replied quietly. The blonde walked up and stood next to him.
 
 
"What's the password?" Malfoy asked, turning to the other boy.
 
 
"I thought you were the one who knew everything," Harry retorted.
 
 
"Well," Malfoy stopped. He had heard that before. 'Déja vu,' he shook his head and didn't finish his statement. 
 
 
"So, you don't know the password," Harry answered for Malfoy.  
 
 
"Good evening, boys," they heard their Potions' master behind them.
 
 
"'Evening, Professor," Malfoy replied. Harry nodded his head, not looking the older man in the eyes.
 
 
"Peppermint Twists," Snape said and the staircase began to reveal itself. The professor motioned for the two boys to go first. Harry watched Draco saunter up the stairs. 'This is going to be interesting,' he sighed and followed the arrogant blonde.
 
 
Harry reached the top and met Draco at the door. "Well, aren't you going to knock?" Malfoy just looked at him. It wasn't the intense glare that he usually gave, it seemed calmer. Harry shook his head and faced the door, trying to find the will to lift up his arm, which had become numb all of the sudden. Finally he just decided to get it over with, and knocked.
 
 
"Ah, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, right on time," they heard the headmaster call from behind. "Please come in." Harry reached out and slowly turned the knob. Draco found the courage to walk in first. "Please come and sit. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledore asked them as they entered.
 
 
"No, thank you," Harry replied while Draco shook his head.
 
 
 
"How are you boys this evening?" Dumbledore eyed both of the boys closely.
 
 
"Fine," Harry smiled weakly and Draco merely shrugged.
 
 
"Very well, you both know why you are here. I would like to remind you that whatever you decide is fine in my opinion, whatever it may be, but please keep in mind the lives that will be changed because of your decisions."
 
 
Harry's eyes widened. He hadn't given thought about what could happen in either instance. His thoughts and dreams were plagued by Malfoy, and that had certainly distracted him from his decision. 'Well, I guess that gives me enough reason to choose,' he thought and sighed once again.
 
 
"Who would like to go first?" Dumbledore glanced back and forth between the two perplexed sixteen year olds. Malfoy had paled and Harry had closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat.
 
 
"I will," Harry piped up after an awkward moment of silence.
 
 
"Ah, yes, Harry," Dumbledore placed his hands on his desk and leaned forward eagerly.
 
 
"I have to say that this has to be the most absurd thing someone has ever asked me to do. I hate that I have live up to another expectation from you. I feel that I am being forced into doing this, just as I have been forced into doing everything else that occurs in my life," Harry opened his eyes and glanced over at Malfoy. "I hate that after five years of torment I have to forget everything you've done, and fall in love with you. I hate the way you stride around here, acting like you own this place. I hate the way you hate me. I hate that I'm fighting these feelings inside me. I hate that you are my every thought, that you're the only thing I dream about now. I hate that I actually felt something when you kissed me. I just hate you."
 
 
Malfoy, mouth opened, stared at Harry. 'He confessed that he thinks about me, about the kiss,' Draco blinked and faced the headmaster.
 
 
"Well, Draco, is there anything you'd like to say?"
 
 
Malfoy sat and blinked several times before looking back at Harry. His body didn't respond the way he wanted it to. He wanted to just get up and leave, but it didn't move towards the door. He stood up and walked towards Harry. He walked up to his chair, grabbed him by his collar and slammed their lips together.
 
 
Harry did the only thing he could do, what his heart wanted him to do, he kissed back.
 
 
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*gasp* Does this mean what I think it means?! No, or maybe. You'll have to just wait and see! I have a five day weekend and lets see if we can get a chapter a day from me, shall we? I had to end it where I did because I wanted to get into the Voldey stuff and get him out of the way. It will skip to Halloween in the next chapter, well, in the middle of it anyway. So, let's press the review button and tell me who much you hate me and that I should be cursed into a million pieces!       

(Pixie B/N: Gasp! So evil are you to end it like this for the faithful readers! * Does shame symbol in your general direction * Heehee…)