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COMPLETE SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy loves Ginny Weasley and would give up anything to be with her, but things aren't that simple. Voldemort's back and Draco's father just got out of Azkaban, demanding that Draco focus on the Death Eaters, so that he can join immediately. He doesn't really want to fight against Ginny, but he has to despite his desperate pleas to get out of it and his confession to her. But to make matters worse for Draco, Ginny's infatuation with Harry Potter has finally turned into something more.
NOTICE: EXTREME SPOILERS OF BOOK FIVE! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ (who didn't?) DO NOT PROCEDE, unless you don't care.
Harry awoke suddenly, drenched in cold sweat and breathing heavily.
He had seen him, yet again. His body curving in that gentle arch, the look of fear and surprise on his handsome face, before Sirius disappeared behind the veil.
Harry wiped at the tears streaming down his face and stood up. He quietly went to his trunk, careful not to wake the other boys in his room and pulled out his father's invisibility cloak.
He pulled the Marauder's Map out of the cloak and slipped out of the room. He surveyed and realized that most everyone was in his or her own dorms. Dumbledore was in his office, Filch was on the second floor, Peeves was by the Transfiguration classroom, and Malfoy was—Malfoy? What was Malfoy doing in the kitchens?
Ah, it didn't matter, Harry knew where he was going and no one was there.
He carefully walked up to the Astronomy tower and set the map and cloak down. He stared out the window at the crisp, clear late September night, studying the twinkling stars, smiling at the thought of Remus when his eyes fell upon the big, silvery orb that was the full moon.
Harry slumped onto the ground and wished that he were flying on his Firebolt. The beautiful broomstick, Sirius had bought him when he was only thirteen and still thought that he was the enemy. Harry felt the tears fall down his cheeks again and sighed.
He didn't want anybody to know that he still cried over Sirius. He didn't want anyone to worry. The only people who knew were Remus, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Ron. He didn't want Ginny and Hermione to worry more than they already were. He hadn't even wanted Ron to find out, but he had overheard him sobbing one night and figured it out. Ron, being the good friend he was, however, swore to keep it quiet.
"Why'd you leave me?" Harry asked, quietly, obviously hoping that Sirius was up there listening. "Why? If you had just killed that little bastard of a house-elf, none of this would have happened! If you weren't so self- confident, if I hadn't gone looking for you, maybe I'd be able to sleep through a whole bloody night! I mean, I'm not worth this. As long as Dumbledore's around, who really needs me?"
"I've gone through more hell," Harry continued, his voice steadily raising. He made a mental note to keep it quiet, so that Filch, or worse, Peeves, heard. "In the past six years, then most grown men have gone through, their entire lives. I don't want to lose anybody else, Sirius. Why do I always have to be the hero, trying to keep everybody calm, when really, I'm dying inside and scared? I'm like a frightened little mouse on the inside. It's terrible."
"How are my parents, by the way? Is my mother still just as lovely as she is in all of the pictures? Is my father still you're best friend? I hope you guys are all well. You know, Dumbledore had me afraid to continue dating Ginny. I'm already petrified to be with her, because it seems like every time I find someone else that I can get close to and love, Voldemort takes him or her away! It didn't help that Dumbledore said how much we looked like my mum and dad. I mean, maybe history's supposed to repeat itself. Maybe, if the prophecy is correct, I'm the one who will die. I just don't want to take Ginny with me. She deserves to live a nice long life. I don't deserve any of the lucky breaks I've had. I mean, it's not all been easy. At the risk of sounding like a spoiled brat, it seems like every time the pain lifts ever so slightly from one bad thing, another soddy one occurs. Is this going to be my never-ending cycle?"
"Then, there's this Malfoy thing. He says that he's turning over a new leaf, and starting over, but who does that over one summer? I wish I new whether or not this is one big set up. Though, if he's serious about starting fresh, then I must admire him. I don't think he'll be able to get away with it, I mean, look at his father. He's the perfect example of a Death Eater, when he finds out his son decided to go pure of heart on him, he'll go mad. Also, I think Malfoy's fallen for Ginny, I mean, who wouldn't? But, if he has, then I have a feeling she's going to be in danger. I think Lucius Malfoy will think Ginny has made him stray from his path and then try to get rid of her to make his son focus on 'what's really important.'"
"That wouldn't happen!" shouted a voice from the shadows.
Harry whirled around and saw Draco, coming out, carrying a goblet and holding a pumpkin pasty. Harry panicked. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"
"I could ask the same thing about you, Potter. But, since I don't care, I must say. I never knew."
"Knew what?" Harry spat, angry that he had been overheard.
Draco's hard face softened. "That you were in that much pain and went through that much tribulation."
Harry was silent. Draco bit into his pumpkin pasty. "I'm not saying that you have to open up to me, I understand. If I were in your shoes, I'd do the same. But, I'll tell you this. It's not a big set up. I haven't fallen for Ginny, even if I had, I would make sure she would never be put in danger. And maybe history is supposed to repeat itself, but what happened to that annoying optimism you had that drove everyone mad? I was the pessimistic one."
Harry was still silent and Draco shrugged and turned, beginning to walk away. "Oh, and I'm sorry about your loss of Sirius."
"I'm just scared," Harry called out.
Draco stopped walking, his back still to him. "Of what?"
"I'm afraid that pretty soon I'll be joining Sirius and my parents."
"Don't be, you'll bring yourself down and then you probably will end up with Sirius and your parents."
Draco was almost at the door when Harry called out, yet again, "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
Why should you make promises to him? Draco thought. He's with the girl of your dreams, what do you owe to him? "No. I won't."
Harry smiled and slumped down on the ground as Draco left to go back to his dormitory.
Harry lifted his head to the sky and smiled. "I love you Mum, Dad, and Sirius...and you, too, Remus, wherever you are, and Ginny."
Harry smiled. And he and Draco thought about the same thing from two different locations.
Ginny.
A/N: Hmm, this version of the chapter was much better than the one I wrote in my notebook. Except, I dunno, I don't like how Harry and Draco just open up to each other just like that. And to answer the question: Harry didn't keep glancing at the map to see Draco coming, and he obviously didn't hear him either. Well, I'm off. I'm working on chapter three! IT'S MY LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL COME TUESDAY. We get out the day that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (my favorite book, and then five, then four, then two, then one) hits theaters worldwide. Guess who's going to see it after we get out, guess who's then buying the soundtrack and the video game for PS2? If you guessed me, then YOU ARE CORRECT! Anyhoo. Later! R/R!
COMPLETE SUMMARY: Draco Malfoy loves Ginny Weasley and would give up anything to be with her, but things aren't that simple. Voldemort's back and Draco's father just got out of Azkaban, demanding that Draco focus on the Death Eaters, so that he can join immediately. He doesn't really want to fight against Ginny, but he has to despite his desperate pleas to get out of it and his confession to her. But to make matters worse for Draco, Ginny's infatuation with Harry Potter has finally turned into something more.
NOTICE: EXTREME SPOILERS OF BOOK FIVE! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ (who didn't?) DO NOT PROCEDE, unless you don't care.
Harry awoke suddenly, drenched in cold sweat and breathing heavily.
He had seen him, yet again. His body curving in that gentle arch, the look of fear and surprise on his handsome face, before Sirius disappeared behind the veil.
Harry wiped at the tears streaming down his face and stood up. He quietly went to his trunk, careful not to wake the other boys in his room and pulled out his father's invisibility cloak.
He pulled the Marauder's Map out of the cloak and slipped out of the room. He surveyed and realized that most everyone was in his or her own dorms. Dumbledore was in his office, Filch was on the second floor, Peeves was by the Transfiguration classroom, and Malfoy was—Malfoy? What was Malfoy doing in the kitchens?
Ah, it didn't matter, Harry knew where he was going and no one was there.
He carefully walked up to the Astronomy tower and set the map and cloak down. He stared out the window at the crisp, clear late September night, studying the twinkling stars, smiling at the thought of Remus when his eyes fell upon the big, silvery orb that was the full moon.
Harry slumped onto the ground and wished that he were flying on his Firebolt. The beautiful broomstick, Sirius had bought him when he was only thirteen and still thought that he was the enemy. Harry felt the tears fall down his cheeks again and sighed.
He didn't want anybody to know that he still cried over Sirius. He didn't want anyone to worry. The only people who knew were Remus, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Ron. He didn't want Ginny and Hermione to worry more than they already were. He hadn't even wanted Ron to find out, but he had overheard him sobbing one night and figured it out. Ron, being the good friend he was, however, swore to keep it quiet.
"Why'd you leave me?" Harry asked, quietly, obviously hoping that Sirius was up there listening. "Why? If you had just killed that little bastard of a house-elf, none of this would have happened! If you weren't so self- confident, if I hadn't gone looking for you, maybe I'd be able to sleep through a whole bloody night! I mean, I'm not worth this. As long as Dumbledore's around, who really needs me?"
"I've gone through more hell," Harry continued, his voice steadily raising. He made a mental note to keep it quiet, so that Filch, or worse, Peeves, heard. "In the past six years, then most grown men have gone through, their entire lives. I don't want to lose anybody else, Sirius. Why do I always have to be the hero, trying to keep everybody calm, when really, I'm dying inside and scared? I'm like a frightened little mouse on the inside. It's terrible."
"How are my parents, by the way? Is my mother still just as lovely as she is in all of the pictures? Is my father still you're best friend? I hope you guys are all well. You know, Dumbledore had me afraid to continue dating Ginny. I'm already petrified to be with her, because it seems like every time I find someone else that I can get close to and love, Voldemort takes him or her away! It didn't help that Dumbledore said how much we looked like my mum and dad. I mean, maybe history's supposed to repeat itself. Maybe, if the prophecy is correct, I'm the one who will die. I just don't want to take Ginny with me. She deserves to live a nice long life. I don't deserve any of the lucky breaks I've had. I mean, it's not all been easy. At the risk of sounding like a spoiled brat, it seems like every time the pain lifts ever so slightly from one bad thing, another soddy one occurs. Is this going to be my never-ending cycle?"
"Then, there's this Malfoy thing. He says that he's turning over a new leaf, and starting over, but who does that over one summer? I wish I new whether or not this is one big set up. Though, if he's serious about starting fresh, then I must admire him. I don't think he'll be able to get away with it, I mean, look at his father. He's the perfect example of a Death Eater, when he finds out his son decided to go pure of heart on him, he'll go mad. Also, I think Malfoy's fallen for Ginny, I mean, who wouldn't? But, if he has, then I have a feeling she's going to be in danger. I think Lucius Malfoy will think Ginny has made him stray from his path and then try to get rid of her to make his son focus on 'what's really important.'"
"That wouldn't happen!" shouted a voice from the shadows.
Harry whirled around and saw Draco, coming out, carrying a goblet and holding a pumpkin pasty. Harry panicked. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"
"I could ask the same thing about you, Potter. But, since I don't care, I must say. I never knew."
"Knew what?" Harry spat, angry that he had been overheard.
Draco's hard face softened. "That you were in that much pain and went through that much tribulation."
Harry was silent. Draco bit into his pumpkin pasty. "I'm not saying that you have to open up to me, I understand. If I were in your shoes, I'd do the same. But, I'll tell you this. It's not a big set up. I haven't fallen for Ginny, even if I had, I would make sure she would never be put in danger. And maybe history is supposed to repeat itself, but what happened to that annoying optimism you had that drove everyone mad? I was the pessimistic one."
Harry was still silent and Draco shrugged and turned, beginning to walk away. "Oh, and I'm sorry about your loss of Sirius."
"I'm just scared," Harry called out.
Draco stopped walking, his back still to him. "Of what?"
"I'm afraid that pretty soon I'll be joining Sirius and my parents."
"Don't be, you'll bring yourself down and then you probably will end up with Sirius and your parents."
Draco was almost at the door when Harry called out, yet again, "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
Why should you make promises to him? Draco thought. He's with the girl of your dreams, what do you owe to him? "No. I won't."
Harry smiled and slumped down on the ground as Draco left to go back to his dormitory.
Harry lifted his head to the sky and smiled. "I love you Mum, Dad, and Sirius...and you, too, Remus, wherever you are, and Ginny."
Harry smiled. And he and Draco thought about the same thing from two different locations.
Ginny.
A/N: Hmm, this version of the chapter was much better than the one I wrote in my notebook. Except, I dunno, I don't like how Harry and Draco just open up to each other just like that. And to answer the question: Harry didn't keep glancing at the map to see Draco coming, and he obviously didn't hear him either. Well, I'm off. I'm working on chapter three! IT'S MY LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL COME TUESDAY. We get out the day that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (my favorite book, and then five, then four, then two, then one) hits theaters worldwide. Guess who's going to see it after we get out, guess who's then buying the soundtrack and the video game for PS2? If you guessed me, then YOU ARE CORRECT! Anyhoo. Later! R/R!