Chapter 3
This is the final (and rather short) chapter of this fic! I have to say, this is the fastest I've ever written a fic before! It's all thanks to my INGENIOUS inspiration Sarah "Trephinia Cealyn" McKinney. I've gotten 7 reviews so far- thank you! The secret admirer will be revealed in this chapter, and for all of you "hoping" it was Ginny or Snape... well... you'll see soon. There was a fair bit of warning- black clothing, snakelike tendencies, delicate, rich, ink on SOMEONE'S face, the story being labeled a SLASH fic, etc.- so don't be horrified into a shocked stupor when you find out who it truly is. Keep reading! Check out my other fics too- there are two more awesome Harry Potter ones. I'm writing this to "Jessie James" by Cher while sitting in the complete dark putting off my 3 page AP World History research paper outline after hardly any sleep while my mom is watching "Eric the Viking" on full volume, so forgive me if this is a bit odd. Did I mention adjectives are my favorite part of the English language?
Disclaimer: Wild horses couldn't drag the copyright to me.
Harry sat with his head in his hands. So far, three foggy weeks had gone by with a large quantity of his things missing, and yet not a single person showed up at the Three Broomsticks on the designated day after two weeks. Drac-Malfoy must have discovered his letter was missing and rescheduled, thought Harry glumly. He and Hermione had scoured the text books looking for a charm that could continuously make things disappear, but they had no luck. That night Hermione was angry at Ron and had decided to pull an all nighter reading in the darker corner of the common room while pouring over her homework, so Harry wanted to get away from the tense and studious atmosphere.
He found himself wandering around the astronomy tower, staring up at the stars. The professor was sick in bed, and the substitute was off on an errand. No one was in sight, and Harry lowered his guard to gaze in peace. The golden banners streaking through the sky convinced Harry that it was the perfect night for the centaurs to be out and about, staring in wonder and appreciation at the glowing celestial manifestations. Hermione's vocabulary has been rubbing off on me, chuckled Harry almost tiredly. Just as he was about to rest his head on the railing, he heard a small rustling sound behind him. Reaching for his wand, Harry found himself facing Draco Malfoy. They were roughly ten feet apart, both turned slightly while grabbing their wands under their billowing black cloaks.
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Impatience is the death of us all, hissed the person angrily to themselves as they stalked up the staircase. Perfectly polished silver clasps glistened in the pooling moonlight, while the sinister footsteps echoed through the deserted area. Slicing through the darkness, the person swiveled up one stairway after another, until arriving at the appointed destination. A destination where there was to be no other person around, giving the luxurious feeling of being alone. How beastly, cursed the person out loud as they saw the railing was occupied. The collection had been making them grow sad; recognizing that it was merely a pointless collection of things that would never bring them closer to... to... him was a hard thing to accept, especially for this person. Sighing, the black gloved figure turned to leave when last small piece of shattered glass attached to their boot made a crunching sound.
~~~
"Harry Potter."
"Draco Malfoy."
Their conversation was going nowhere. It felt like time had stopped, and an eerie silence blanketed the tower. Draco stepped forward and removed his hands from his robe and took a step forward.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" questioned Malfoy, with a smirk playing across his lips.
"Same to you, Malfoy!" snapped Harry back. "Have you come across any more QUILLS of mine lately?" Instead of losing his cool, Malfoy simply took another step forward.
"I was hoping you could look past that, Potter." stated Malfoy. Taking a third step forward, Malfoy moved out onto the railing. "And I have a little gift for you- I was hoping you would be a bit more gracious." Malfoy pulled out a beautiful white rose that shone almost silver. He handed it gracefully to Harry, and smiled. "In return for what I stole." explained Malfoy. To Harry, Malfoy looked more different then than he'd ever seen him. He was attractive now, with his stunning sleek robes and shimmering hair, eyes gleaming with boyish imp ideas dancing expressively over his face making his cheeks glow. His bitter rival no longer wanted hatred, he wanted something else. He was also only an inch taller than Harry now. Malfoy looked as though he was going to lean closer to Harry, but he instead twirled around and shortly told Harry to do what he wished with his gift.
~~~
For the next four days, Harry kept the rose under his bed so Ron and the others wouldn't find it. He watched Draco, yes- Draco, during the meals in the Great Hall and walking to his classes. Draco's elegant air never faltered once, but on occasion he met Harry's eyes and turned away when Harry quickly averted his gaze. I was driving him crazy- he was going to find out what was going on once and for all. Harry asked a few questions here and there, and eventually found Draco's favorite flower color to be pale yellow. Ordering a pale rose from the Hogsmeade flower shop, he closed his eyes, held his breathe, wrapped his "gift", and mailed it to the person residing on the other side of the castle Harry was in.
Breakfast had never been so terrifying. The next morning Harry couldn't swallow a single bite of his food, and ignored Hermione's pesky attempts at prodding treacle down his throat. Owl delivery would be at any moment, and he wasn't sure if he was dying to see Draco's reaction, or would rather die than see Draco's reaction. Finally, in one slow torturous moment, Draco's flashy black owl dropped him an oddly wrapped package. Harry had been at a loss as what to write for the note, so he'd simply not included one. Draco took his time unwrapping the package, and when the rose dropped into his hands, he did something almost unpreceded (other than the time Granitus Malfoy had gotten drunk at a wizarding carnival crawling with Veela two hundred years ago); Draco smiled. A warm and encasing smile. It spread from the rigid corners of his silky mouth to the dazzling silver in his eyes. He placed the rose back in the box, and began to write Harry a note on a napkin. With a quick swish of his wrist, a folded napkin appeared in front of Harry. He smiled as he read the last line, and vowed to keep his newly found happiness a secret.
Harry,
It looks like I stole your heart after all.
-Draco
This is the final (and rather short) chapter of this fic! I have to say, this is the fastest I've ever written a fic before! It's all thanks to my INGENIOUS inspiration Sarah "Trephinia Cealyn" McKinney. I've gotten 7 reviews so far- thank you! The secret admirer will be revealed in this chapter, and for all of you "hoping" it was Ginny or Snape... well... you'll see soon. There was a fair bit of warning- black clothing, snakelike tendencies, delicate, rich, ink on SOMEONE'S face, the story being labeled a SLASH fic, etc.- so don't be horrified into a shocked stupor when you find out who it truly is. Keep reading! Check out my other fics too- there are two more awesome Harry Potter ones. I'm writing this to "Jessie James" by Cher while sitting in the complete dark putting off my 3 page AP World History research paper outline after hardly any sleep while my mom is watching "Eric the Viking" on full volume, so forgive me if this is a bit odd. Did I mention adjectives are my favorite part of the English language?
Disclaimer: Wild horses couldn't drag the copyright to me.
Harry sat with his head in his hands. So far, three foggy weeks had gone by with a large quantity of his things missing, and yet not a single person showed up at the Three Broomsticks on the designated day after two weeks. Drac-Malfoy must have discovered his letter was missing and rescheduled, thought Harry glumly. He and Hermione had scoured the text books looking for a charm that could continuously make things disappear, but they had no luck. That night Hermione was angry at Ron and had decided to pull an all nighter reading in the darker corner of the common room while pouring over her homework, so Harry wanted to get away from the tense and studious atmosphere.
He found himself wandering around the astronomy tower, staring up at the stars. The professor was sick in bed, and the substitute was off on an errand. No one was in sight, and Harry lowered his guard to gaze in peace. The golden banners streaking through the sky convinced Harry that it was the perfect night for the centaurs to be out and about, staring in wonder and appreciation at the glowing celestial manifestations. Hermione's vocabulary has been rubbing off on me, chuckled Harry almost tiredly. Just as he was about to rest his head on the railing, he heard a small rustling sound behind him. Reaching for his wand, Harry found himself facing Draco Malfoy. They were roughly ten feet apart, both turned slightly while grabbing their wands under their billowing black cloaks.
~~~
Impatience is the death of us all, hissed the person angrily to themselves as they stalked up the staircase. Perfectly polished silver clasps glistened in the pooling moonlight, while the sinister footsteps echoed through the deserted area. Slicing through the darkness, the person swiveled up one stairway after another, until arriving at the appointed destination. A destination where there was to be no other person around, giving the luxurious feeling of being alone. How beastly, cursed the person out loud as they saw the railing was occupied. The collection had been making them grow sad; recognizing that it was merely a pointless collection of things that would never bring them closer to... to... him was a hard thing to accept, especially for this person. Sighing, the black gloved figure turned to leave when last small piece of shattered glass attached to their boot made a crunching sound.
~~~
"Harry Potter."
"Draco Malfoy."
Their conversation was going nowhere. It felt like time had stopped, and an eerie silence blanketed the tower. Draco stepped forward and removed his hands from his robe and took a step forward.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" questioned Malfoy, with a smirk playing across his lips.
"Same to you, Malfoy!" snapped Harry back. "Have you come across any more QUILLS of mine lately?" Instead of losing his cool, Malfoy simply took another step forward.
"I was hoping you could look past that, Potter." stated Malfoy. Taking a third step forward, Malfoy moved out onto the railing. "And I have a little gift for you- I was hoping you would be a bit more gracious." Malfoy pulled out a beautiful white rose that shone almost silver. He handed it gracefully to Harry, and smiled. "In return for what I stole." explained Malfoy. To Harry, Malfoy looked more different then than he'd ever seen him. He was attractive now, with his stunning sleek robes and shimmering hair, eyes gleaming with boyish imp ideas dancing expressively over his face making his cheeks glow. His bitter rival no longer wanted hatred, he wanted something else. He was also only an inch taller than Harry now. Malfoy looked as though he was going to lean closer to Harry, but he instead twirled around and shortly told Harry to do what he wished with his gift.
~~~
For the next four days, Harry kept the rose under his bed so Ron and the others wouldn't find it. He watched Draco, yes- Draco, during the meals in the Great Hall and walking to his classes. Draco's elegant air never faltered once, but on occasion he met Harry's eyes and turned away when Harry quickly averted his gaze. I was driving him crazy- he was going to find out what was going on once and for all. Harry asked a few questions here and there, and eventually found Draco's favorite flower color to be pale yellow. Ordering a pale rose from the Hogsmeade flower shop, he closed his eyes, held his breathe, wrapped his "gift", and mailed it to the person residing on the other side of the castle Harry was in.
Breakfast had never been so terrifying. The next morning Harry couldn't swallow a single bite of his food, and ignored Hermione's pesky attempts at prodding treacle down his throat. Owl delivery would be at any moment, and he wasn't sure if he was dying to see Draco's reaction, or would rather die than see Draco's reaction. Finally, in one slow torturous moment, Draco's flashy black owl dropped him an oddly wrapped package. Harry had been at a loss as what to write for the note, so he'd simply not included one. Draco took his time unwrapping the package, and when the rose dropped into his hands, he did something almost unpreceded (other than the time Granitus Malfoy had gotten drunk at a wizarding carnival crawling with Veela two hundred years ago); Draco smiled. A warm and encasing smile. It spread from the rigid corners of his silky mouth to the dazzling silver in his eyes. He placed the rose back in the box, and began to write Harry a note on a napkin. With a quick swish of his wrist, a folded napkin appeared in front of Harry. He smiled as he read the last line, and vowed to keep his newly found happiness a secret.
Harry,
It looks like I stole your heart after all.
-Draco