Chapter Two
"Do you love me, Harry?"
"Yes..." I moaned, leaning in for another kiss that I needed so badly.
The kisses were so intense. So real. It was amazing. I couldn't believe I was living this.
I wasn't.
"Harry, wake up! It's nearly lunch time," Neville said, prodding me in the arm rather painfully with his wand. Looking back on it and considering that it was Neville doing it, I'm rather lucky to still have full possession of my right hand.
I tried to remember the goings on of last night as I grunted a reply to Neville, who seemed satisfied and walked away.
All I remembered was being in the tower, only vaguely remembering returning to my bed well past midnight.
"Argh..." I whispered, looking around for my socks.
Finally I found them, after several moments of blindly rifling through the trunk at the foot of my bed. Yawning, I pulled on my robes and headed for the common room, nearly falling down the stairs several times.
"Hiya Harry!" came Colin Creevey's scratchy voice. It had to be the most annoying thing in the world.
"Merlin save me," I thought to myself before replying, "Hello, Colin."
I glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the stone fireplace that was surrounded by happy little first years...
I shook the thoughts off and headed for the portrait hole, slowly pushing it open and crawling out into the corridor.
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It wasn't until much later that day that my mind drifted back to the dream I had had the night before. For the life of me I could not remember who had been in that dream with me. All I could remember was the way they had held me and kissed me, how soft the voice that whispered in my ear had been. I couldn't remember until –
"Potter, you're blocking the door," that voice whispered, a voice I knew only too well.
"Sorry Malfoy..." I said, shock setting in as I took a step to the left, allowing him to pass through the arched door way.
"Harry?"
"What?" I said, my voice considerably more breathy then was normal.
"Why are you staring at Malfoy? Was he talking shi.t again?" Ron said, breaking the wonderful silence that had been surrounding me for a brief moment.
"I was just zoning out and he happened to be standing where I was staring," I lied quickly, a note of exasperation coating my voice.
"Oh, well, you do have to admit, it looked bad. You staring at Malfoy without a trace of hatred on your face. How would that go over?" Ron asked lightly, laughter lighting his face.
I turned and stared blankly at him.
"I don't care. They all think I'm a psycho anyway, so what would it even matter?" Before he could answer I walked away, leaving him with a blank expression on his face.
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Again I found myself walking aimlessly around the castle, not knowing or caring where my feet might take me. The only thing I had to drown out my own forlorn thoughts was the soft thud followed by the deep echo of my feet on the stone floor.
"Harry?"
"WHAT?" I screamed, turning around.
Immediately I knew it was a mistake.
"Sorry, I'll go if you're just going to be all pissy," Malfoy said, shrugging and making to turn around.
"Good choice. Go away and let me alone" I said, my temper rising.
I inwardly smirked when I saw a muscle working at his jaw line, a sure sign that his temper was also flaring.
My eyes rolled sarcastically of their own accord and I turned to walk up the steps to the Astronomy Tower
"Potter, do you really think you can ignore me?" he said, trotting up next to me and picking up my pace.
"Yes, actually, I do," I said, stepping a little faster.
After a few moments he made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a desperate gasp for air.
"Potter, will you slow down, I just want to talk to you!"
I stopped suddenly and stared at him. Draco Malfoy wanted to talk to me.
"Talk, or curse, Draco?"
"Talk. Just talk, Potter – Er, Harry,"
"Harry? Finally got it though that thick layer of hairspray that I have a first name, did you?" I said, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Draco looked for a moment as though he would love to hit me, but he didn't.
"Yes, Harry, I know you've got a first name," Draco said, emphasizing my name in a way that made my stomach jump into my throat.
A smile must have formed on my face because at that moment Draco smiled and looked at me, for the first time since I first met him in Diagon Alley, with a non-hostile look on his face.
"Fine, I'm going up to the Astronomy Tower, I find it makes a nice place to think,"
I said shortly and started walking again.
"... Thinking... And other things," Draco snickered knowingly.
I briefly thought of asking him exactly what he had done in the tower to make him know such things, but thought better of it. It just didn't seem right to me that I should be having that conversation with a hated enemy.
"Oh really?" I responded finally, a little too late for it to have any effect.
We walked in silence until we reached the long, spiraling staircase that lead to the tower, and for the first time I noticed how it was just wide enough for two people to walk closely together...
"After you," I muttered, gesturing for him to go first.
"And let you walk behind me? I think not... But then I'd be letting you go before me...." Draco said, his face showing the internal struggle.
"Walk next to me then, but it's just wide enough for us to be shoulder to shoulder, I didn't figure you'd like that," I said, rolling my eyes again.
"Do you love me, Harry?"
"Yes..." I moaned, leaning in for another kiss that I needed so badly.
The kisses were so intense. So real. It was amazing. I couldn't believe I was living this.
I wasn't.
"Harry, wake up! It's nearly lunch time," Neville said, prodding me in the arm rather painfully with his wand. Looking back on it and considering that it was Neville doing it, I'm rather lucky to still have full possession of my right hand.
I tried to remember the goings on of last night as I grunted a reply to Neville, who seemed satisfied and walked away.
All I remembered was being in the tower, only vaguely remembering returning to my bed well past midnight.
"Argh..." I whispered, looking around for my socks.
Finally I found them, after several moments of blindly rifling through the trunk at the foot of my bed. Yawning, I pulled on my robes and headed for the common room, nearly falling down the stairs several times.
"Hiya Harry!" came Colin Creevey's scratchy voice. It had to be the most annoying thing in the world.
"Merlin save me," I thought to myself before replying, "Hello, Colin."
I glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the stone fireplace that was surrounded by happy little first years...
I shook the thoughts off and headed for the portrait hole, slowly pushing it open and crawling out into the corridor.
_-`~`*`~_`*`_~`*`~`-_
It wasn't until much later that day that my mind drifted back to the dream I had had the night before. For the life of me I could not remember who had been in that dream with me. All I could remember was the way they had held me and kissed me, how soft the voice that whispered in my ear had been. I couldn't remember until –
"Potter, you're blocking the door," that voice whispered, a voice I knew only too well.
"Sorry Malfoy..." I said, shock setting in as I took a step to the left, allowing him to pass through the arched door way.
"Harry?"
"What?" I said, my voice considerably more breathy then was normal.
"Why are you staring at Malfoy? Was he talking shi.t again?" Ron said, breaking the wonderful silence that had been surrounding me for a brief moment.
"I was just zoning out and he happened to be standing where I was staring," I lied quickly, a note of exasperation coating my voice.
"Oh, well, you do have to admit, it looked bad. You staring at Malfoy without a trace of hatred on your face. How would that go over?" Ron asked lightly, laughter lighting his face.
I turned and stared blankly at him.
"I don't care. They all think I'm a psycho anyway, so what would it even matter?" Before he could answer I walked away, leaving him with a blank expression on his face.
_-`~`*`~_`*`_~`*`~`-_
Again I found myself walking aimlessly around the castle, not knowing or caring where my feet might take me. The only thing I had to drown out my own forlorn thoughts was the soft thud followed by the deep echo of my feet on the stone floor.
"Harry?"
"WHAT?" I screamed, turning around.
Immediately I knew it was a mistake.
"Sorry, I'll go if you're just going to be all pissy," Malfoy said, shrugging and making to turn around.
"Good choice. Go away and let me alone" I said, my temper rising.
I inwardly smirked when I saw a muscle working at his jaw line, a sure sign that his temper was also flaring.
My eyes rolled sarcastically of their own accord and I turned to walk up the steps to the Astronomy Tower
"Potter, do you really think you can ignore me?" he said, trotting up next to me and picking up my pace.
"Yes, actually, I do," I said, stepping a little faster.
After a few moments he made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a desperate gasp for air.
"Potter, will you slow down, I just want to talk to you!"
I stopped suddenly and stared at him. Draco Malfoy wanted to talk to me.
"Talk, or curse, Draco?"
"Talk. Just talk, Potter – Er, Harry,"
"Harry? Finally got it though that thick layer of hairspray that I have a first name, did you?" I said, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Draco looked for a moment as though he would love to hit me, but he didn't.
"Yes, Harry, I know you've got a first name," Draco said, emphasizing my name in a way that made my stomach jump into my throat.
A smile must have formed on my face because at that moment Draco smiled and looked at me, for the first time since I first met him in Diagon Alley, with a non-hostile look on his face.
"Fine, I'm going up to the Astronomy Tower, I find it makes a nice place to think,"
I said shortly and started walking again.
"... Thinking... And other things," Draco snickered knowingly.
I briefly thought of asking him exactly what he had done in the tower to make him know such things, but thought better of it. It just didn't seem right to me that I should be having that conversation with a hated enemy.
"Oh really?" I responded finally, a little too late for it to have any effect.
We walked in silence until we reached the long, spiraling staircase that lead to the tower, and for the first time I noticed how it was just wide enough for two people to walk closely together...
"After you," I muttered, gesturing for him to go first.
"And let you walk behind me? I think not... But then I'd be letting you go before me...." Draco said, his face showing the internal struggle.
"Walk next to me then, but it's just wide enough for us to be shoulder to shoulder, I didn't figure you'd like that," I said, rolling my eyes again.
