DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP's character but I own the plot...
NOTE: I'm really sorry about my story's appearance. I don't own Microsoft's Words so I'm working with a program that doesn't allow me to do much! It also seems to have some difference between the document I upload and what I see on the site. That's why sometimes it's doubled space and sometimes it's not. Sorry again and I promise to buy Words really soon. Meanwhile, enjoy this chapter and REVIEW!!!
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Chapter 5: Getting to know Drake
I never had a longer week in my entire life! I feel lazy, I mess up every single thing I touch and my friends tell me I look almost dead! We're on Wednesday and still no news from Drake.
"Why don't you call him? You're driving yourself mad with that thing!
- Maria! She can't call him! He promised he would call; he has to do so. Otherwise it means he's not worth it!
- You're quite right, Iso. If he doesn't call you, it means he doesn't deserve you! So stop thinking of him and move on!
- Can I say something? It never occurred to you maybe he didn't call because he was busy. He must be working too! After all, I shall remind you that I'm the only one concerned here! If I think he deserves me, it's my damn thing. Good evening, I'm going home!"
Come on! That's too much! They don't have the right to say anything about my affairs! He deserves me...God! I wish he deserves me!
The first thing I do when I get home is to check my answering machine. Empty. It's the same thing since Sunday. Then I take the dog out to the park and look for Dragon. No Great Dane in sight. I bring Jester back home and drop by the coffee shop. No Drake and no light in his apartment. At last, tired to death, I go back home even sad then when I left. How can I guy I saw only twice can have such an effect on me? I'm totally charmed by him. His way of talking, walking, as if he owns the planet. He has this arrogance in his manners, just like he was used to get what he wants. Most of the time, he's smirking instead of really smiling so I never know if he's serious or not. But his eyes, troubled grey eyes,I would give my world to see those eyes again... I could be drown into them... He must have bewitched me.
***
At last, another day's over. I still have no news from Drake. I'm on the bus, riding back home. I don't feel like getting off because I know that, once home, I'll have to face another empty answering machine. I'm doing all that in spite of me! On the way back home, I try to convince myself to not look at the machine. I'll go straight in a bubble bath. This decision will last until I step foot in my home. As soon as I get inside, I look at the answering machine. To my surprise, I see a little red "1". It means I have a voice mail! My heart skips a beat and I get weak in the knees! I have butterflies in my stomach and my hands are slightly trembling when I pushed the play button. The low and warm voice of Drake fills my apartment:
" Hi Ely, how are you? Sorry I couldn't call before; I was really busy. Listen, I thought you and I could have a little diner. Nothing complicated, just a little something. Let's say tomorrow, seven pm, your place? Call me back to tell me what you think of that. 957-2245. I truly hope you'll be available. Can't wait to see you. Bye"
I call him back right away. No answer so I leave a message. While hanging up, I realise that it's a catastrophe! I don't know what we'll eat, I have nothing to wear and my place's a mess! I run to the grocery store to find what kind of "little something" I could do.
I bought bread, pastas and artichokes. I'll make a lasagne. It's easy to do and you can never go wrong with Italian meals. I also bought two bottles of wine. I leave the sauce to boil and I start cleaning my place. I manage to get done before midnight and go straight to bed.
***
Tonight's THE night. I managed to finish work an hour early so I got home at 5:45 pm. As soon as I step foot in the house, I look at my answering machine. No message, which means he did not cancel. I jump in the shower and get out fifteen minutes later. I decide to wear a simple sundress and to let my hair dry naturally. I put the lasagne in the oven and dress up the table. At 6:30, everything's done. I just have to wait. I try to find something to do, something to avoid me looking outside every ten seconds. Something that would give the impression that I'm not nervous at all. I choose a decoration magazine and put it down thirty seconds later. Decoration! Way too futile. Then, I pick up another one that talks about Quebec's political problems. I also drop it few moments later. If he sees me reading about politics, he might feel like talking about it and I would be stuck in a rather boring evening. At last, I choose the last Harry Potter, which I read a million times. The book does his job and, when the doorbell rings, I'm totally caught up in the story. It's exactly seven o'clock. This guy is really punctual. I love that!
" Hi! How are you?" he says when I open the door. He enters and gives me a huge bouquet of white daisies, my favourite flowers. How did he know? Mystery! He comes closer and gives me a little peck on the cheek.
" Thank, this is really nice", I say
" What's nice? The flowers or the kiss?
- Both!
- I know that, according to good manners, we're supposed to arrive a little later than the hour fixed but I didn't know what to do to waste time. I decided to give up and got to your place. I couldn't wait any longer!"
Was Drake announcing his colours? Did I really understand that he couldn't wait to see me? I must give him a sign that I feel the same!
" Glad you did so! I didn't know what to do either! Even Harry Potter couldn't help me waste time! Come, I'll show you around"
***
Isn't it funny how simple things of everyday life become extraordinary with some people? We ate slowly while talking about our childhood, our actual lives and our dreams for the future. We just finished eating and it's already past ten pm.
" Thank you very much, Ely. It was delicious!
- Oh! It's been nothing! I'm really glad you came tonight.
- My pleasure!
- Why don't you go in the living room? I'll clean up the table and make some coffee.
- You don't want me to help you?
- No, it's okay. It'll take two minutes."
In spite of my protestations, he gets up and put the plates in the sink. Then he turns round and leans back against the counter, crosses his arms and looks at me. Pretending I didn't notice, I keep on counting the cups of coffees, take two mugs, some milk and sugar out. He still doesn't talk and keeps on looking at me, with that smirk of his that I'm getting to know well by now. I decide, then, to put the plates and utensils in the dishwasher and the leftover in the fridge. After ten minutes like this, I find nothing else to do so I turn around and lean back against the counter in front of Drake, whom still haven't move yet. I see the reflexion of the moon in his face and sleek blond hair, and the smell of coffee dripping fills my kitchen. I can't take any more of this silence so I ask: " What's wrong?
- Nothing, I was just telling myself that I had to wait two weeks to be alone with you. Now that we are, I was wondering how much longer I'd have to wait before I gather enough courage to kiss you."
He says that in a nonchalant voice, almost indifferent. In a voice of a man that talks about his destiny and accepts what he says as so. In spite of that tone, the atmosphere changes totally. The so-called wall of friendship and conviviality we managed to build through out the evening blows up. The air is now filled with electricity; so intense we could cut it with a knife. Drake isn't smirking anymore, nor does he have any more sign of joke or arrogance in his eyes. I get closer without even noticing. I had the feeling I wasn't moving but I find myself in the middle of the kitchen. Realising my move, I stop and wait to see if he'll make his half. I don't have to wait long. He joins me in the centre of the kitchen, puts his hands on each side of my face and pulls me to him. His lips locking with mine. I don't really know what happens next. I can't figure out what I'm thinking. All that exists now is both of us. Still without knowing it, we took our clothes off and we left the kitchen for my bedroom. I don't even feel shy to be naked in front of him even if, after all, he's still a stranger. I don't even have the reflex to cover myself like I usually do. It feels so right and normal, in a kind of mutual comprehension and it's right here, in the bed I usually find too big and cold, that I got to really know Drake Malfoy.
***
I woke up, with his arms hugging me. It's almost six o'clock. I'm still totally naked but, strangely, I don't feel shy. I'm not shocked and I don't have any regrets. It just seems normal, as if I've been waking up next to him for years. I get up, really slowly, in order to let him sleep. I take my dressing gown and go make some new coffee in the kitchen. While the coffee's dripping, I take Jester in the backyard and give food to Salem. Then I take a cup of coffee and get into my « Magical room ». I take my Book of Shadows, sit down on my couch and turn the pages to my last ritual. The coffee's fuming in the mug and the first rays of sun warm my toes. Everything's peaceful and calm, I haven't been this happy in a long time. I love this room and my home; I'm on a two weeks vacation and the man I'm starting to consider as "the one" is sleeping naked in my bed! Could I ask for anything more? I don't think so! Lost in my thoughts, I don't see Drake entering the room. He took the bed sheet as a dressing gown and stands in the doorway with his usual smirk on his lips. I smile back and he gets closer to kiss me on the lips. He tastes just as yesterday. Strangely, it comforts me to notice that. It means he didn't change; he's still the same.
" Slept well?" I ask
" More than I have for many years! Your bed is quite comfortable. Besides, how can I sleep badly when I'm holding you? Did you sleep well?
- I did too. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel that my bed was too big. Besides, you smell better than Jester!
- Good! Glad to see you're as happy as I am. What's this room?
- You're the first human to step foot in my magical room!
-Your what?
- My magical room! I grow herbs, I read, do rituals and all that stuff in here.
- Rituals?
- Yeah, well, I love to pretend I do that. I know that I don't have any supernatural powers but I love to pretend I'm a witch."
While talking, I move around the room. My hand touches all my things; they're so familiar to me. I have the feeling that, by touching them, I introduce them to Drake. I allow him in the most secret part of my life. I tell him about my dreams, full of sorcery and wizardry, witch and wizards and wands. " You must think I'm crazy! I know it doesn't really exists, I just like to do as if.
- You're not crazy, on the opposite; you're thinking is extremely accurate. It does exist."
I turn round to smile at him and froze right there. Where Drake stood a nanosecond ago is now occupied by Dragon, the Great Dane.
NOTE: I'm really sorry about my story's appearance. I don't own Microsoft's Words so I'm working with a program that doesn't allow me to do much! It also seems to have some difference between the document I upload and what I see on the site. That's why sometimes it's doubled space and sometimes it's not. Sorry again and I promise to buy Words really soon. Meanwhile, enjoy this chapter and REVIEW!!!
_____________________________________________________________________
Chapter 5: Getting to know Drake
I never had a longer week in my entire life! I feel lazy, I mess up every single thing I touch and my friends tell me I look almost dead! We're on Wednesday and still no news from Drake.
"Why don't you call him? You're driving yourself mad with that thing!
- Maria! She can't call him! He promised he would call; he has to do so. Otherwise it means he's not worth it!
- You're quite right, Iso. If he doesn't call you, it means he doesn't deserve you! So stop thinking of him and move on!
- Can I say something? It never occurred to you maybe he didn't call because he was busy. He must be working too! After all, I shall remind you that I'm the only one concerned here! If I think he deserves me, it's my damn thing. Good evening, I'm going home!"
Come on! That's too much! They don't have the right to say anything about my affairs! He deserves me...God! I wish he deserves me!
The first thing I do when I get home is to check my answering machine. Empty. It's the same thing since Sunday. Then I take the dog out to the park and look for Dragon. No Great Dane in sight. I bring Jester back home and drop by the coffee shop. No Drake and no light in his apartment. At last, tired to death, I go back home even sad then when I left. How can I guy I saw only twice can have such an effect on me? I'm totally charmed by him. His way of talking, walking, as if he owns the planet. He has this arrogance in his manners, just like he was used to get what he wants. Most of the time, he's smirking instead of really smiling so I never know if he's serious or not. But his eyes, troubled grey eyes,I would give my world to see those eyes again... I could be drown into them... He must have bewitched me.
***
At last, another day's over. I still have no news from Drake. I'm on the bus, riding back home. I don't feel like getting off because I know that, once home, I'll have to face another empty answering machine. I'm doing all that in spite of me! On the way back home, I try to convince myself to not look at the machine. I'll go straight in a bubble bath. This decision will last until I step foot in my home. As soon as I get inside, I look at the answering machine. To my surprise, I see a little red "1". It means I have a voice mail! My heart skips a beat and I get weak in the knees! I have butterflies in my stomach and my hands are slightly trembling when I pushed the play button. The low and warm voice of Drake fills my apartment:
" Hi Ely, how are you? Sorry I couldn't call before; I was really busy. Listen, I thought you and I could have a little diner. Nothing complicated, just a little something. Let's say tomorrow, seven pm, your place? Call me back to tell me what you think of that. 957-2245. I truly hope you'll be available. Can't wait to see you. Bye"
I call him back right away. No answer so I leave a message. While hanging up, I realise that it's a catastrophe! I don't know what we'll eat, I have nothing to wear and my place's a mess! I run to the grocery store to find what kind of "little something" I could do.
I bought bread, pastas and artichokes. I'll make a lasagne. It's easy to do and you can never go wrong with Italian meals. I also bought two bottles of wine. I leave the sauce to boil and I start cleaning my place. I manage to get done before midnight and go straight to bed.
***
Tonight's THE night. I managed to finish work an hour early so I got home at 5:45 pm. As soon as I step foot in the house, I look at my answering machine. No message, which means he did not cancel. I jump in the shower and get out fifteen minutes later. I decide to wear a simple sundress and to let my hair dry naturally. I put the lasagne in the oven and dress up the table. At 6:30, everything's done. I just have to wait. I try to find something to do, something to avoid me looking outside every ten seconds. Something that would give the impression that I'm not nervous at all. I choose a decoration magazine and put it down thirty seconds later. Decoration! Way too futile. Then, I pick up another one that talks about Quebec's political problems. I also drop it few moments later. If he sees me reading about politics, he might feel like talking about it and I would be stuck in a rather boring evening. At last, I choose the last Harry Potter, which I read a million times. The book does his job and, when the doorbell rings, I'm totally caught up in the story. It's exactly seven o'clock. This guy is really punctual. I love that!
" Hi! How are you?" he says when I open the door. He enters and gives me a huge bouquet of white daisies, my favourite flowers. How did he know? Mystery! He comes closer and gives me a little peck on the cheek.
" Thank, this is really nice", I say
" What's nice? The flowers or the kiss?
- Both!
- I know that, according to good manners, we're supposed to arrive a little later than the hour fixed but I didn't know what to do to waste time. I decided to give up and got to your place. I couldn't wait any longer!"
Was Drake announcing his colours? Did I really understand that he couldn't wait to see me? I must give him a sign that I feel the same!
" Glad you did so! I didn't know what to do either! Even Harry Potter couldn't help me waste time! Come, I'll show you around"
***
Isn't it funny how simple things of everyday life become extraordinary with some people? We ate slowly while talking about our childhood, our actual lives and our dreams for the future. We just finished eating and it's already past ten pm.
" Thank you very much, Ely. It was delicious!
- Oh! It's been nothing! I'm really glad you came tonight.
- My pleasure!
- Why don't you go in the living room? I'll clean up the table and make some coffee.
- You don't want me to help you?
- No, it's okay. It'll take two minutes."
In spite of my protestations, he gets up and put the plates in the sink. Then he turns round and leans back against the counter, crosses his arms and looks at me. Pretending I didn't notice, I keep on counting the cups of coffees, take two mugs, some milk and sugar out. He still doesn't talk and keeps on looking at me, with that smirk of his that I'm getting to know well by now. I decide, then, to put the plates and utensils in the dishwasher and the leftover in the fridge. After ten minutes like this, I find nothing else to do so I turn around and lean back against the counter in front of Drake, whom still haven't move yet. I see the reflexion of the moon in his face and sleek blond hair, and the smell of coffee dripping fills my kitchen. I can't take any more of this silence so I ask: " What's wrong?
- Nothing, I was just telling myself that I had to wait two weeks to be alone with you. Now that we are, I was wondering how much longer I'd have to wait before I gather enough courage to kiss you."
He says that in a nonchalant voice, almost indifferent. In a voice of a man that talks about his destiny and accepts what he says as so. In spite of that tone, the atmosphere changes totally. The so-called wall of friendship and conviviality we managed to build through out the evening blows up. The air is now filled with electricity; so intense we could cut it with a knife. Drake isn't smirking anymore, nor does he have any more sign of joke or arrogance in his eyes. I get closer without even noticing. I had the feeling I wasn't moving but I find myself in the middle of the kitchen. Realising my move, I stop and wait to see if he'll make his half. I don't have to wait long. He joins me in the centre of the kitchen, puts his hands on each side of my face and pulls me to him. His lips locking with mine. I don't really know what happens next. I can't figure out what I'm thinking. All that exists now is both of us. Still without knowing it, we took our clothes off and we left the kitchen for my bedroom. I don't even feel shy to be naked in front of him even if, after all, he's still a stranger. I don't even have the reflex to cover myself like I usually do. It feels so right and normal, in a kind of mutual comprehension and it's right here, in the bed I usually find too big and cold, that I got to really know Drake Malfoy.
***
I woke up, with his arms hugging me. It's almost six o'clock. I'm still totally naked but, strangely, I don't feel shy. I'm not shocked and I don't have any regrets. It just seems normal, as if I've been waking up next to him for years. I get up, really slowly, in order to let him sleep. I take my dressing gown and go make some new coffee in the kitchen. While the coffee's dripping, I take Jester in the backyard and give food to Salem. Then I take a cup of coffee and get into my « Magical room ». I take my Book of Shadows, sit down on my couch and turn the pages to my last ritual. The coffee's fuming in the mug and the first rays of sun warm my toes. Everything's peaceful and calm, I haven't been this happy in a long time. I love this room and my home; I'm on a two weeks vacation and the man I'm starting to consider as "the one" is sleeping naked in my bed! Could I ask for anything more? I don't think so! Lost in my thoughts, I don't see Drake entering the room. He took the bed sheet as a dressing gown and stands in the doorway with his usual smirk on his lips. I smile back and he gets closer to kiss me on the lips. He tastes just as yesterday. Strangely, it comforts me to notice that. It means he didn't change; he's still the same.
" Slept well?" I ask
" More than I have for many years! Your bed is quite comfortable. Besides, how can I sleep badly when I'm holding you? Did you sleep well?
- I did too. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel that my bed was too big. Besides, you smell better than Jester!
- Good! Glad to see you're as happy as I am. What's this room?
- You're the first human to step foot in my magical room!
-Your what?
- My magical room! I grow herbs, I read, do rituals and all that stuff in here.
- Rituals?
- Yeah, well, I love to pretend I do that. I know that I don't have any supernatural powers but I love to pretend I'm a witch."
While talking, I move around the room. My hand touches all my things; they're so familiar to me. I have the feeling that, by touching them, I introduce them to Drake. I allow him in the most secret part of my life. I tell him about my dreams, full of sorcery and wizardry, witch and wizards and wands. " You must think I'm crazy! I know it doesn't really exists, I just like to do as if.
- You're not crazy, on the opposite; you're thinking is extremely accurate. It does exist."
I turn round to smile at him and froze right there. Where Drake stood a nanosecond ago is now occupied by Dragon, the Great Dane.
