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someone else.
Saving Malfoy
By Nanaki BH
By the time I woke up sun was already filtering into the room. It had that sort of warm, comfortable dimness that I loved. And something smelled delicious. I opened my eyes to find a plate being pushed into my hands. I had forgotten I was sleeping on the floor. Draco stood in front of me with a grin of pure satisfaction on his gaunt face. His limbs were akimbo and an air of happiness radiated from his features. "What..." I looked down to the plate of toast in my hands. My eyes went almost as large as the plate itself. "Where did you get the toast?" I asked.
His grin only widened, if that's even possible. "The real question is how you would like it. Jelly? Butter? Both perhaps?" He cocked an eyebrow to exaggerate his question. Apparently our experiment had failed.
"You're not any better," I sighed. "You're just like you were! Please tell me you don't want to talk like those old British women anymore!" I pleaded. I had had enough of that from the Dursley's relatives. For some reason they seemed to be in cahoots with old women from all over Britain; very odd, indeed.
He tapped me on the forehead. "That movie was something horrid. Please, just never make me watch it again. I think I had enough of it for one night." Right as he finished I heard steps traveling up the stairs. He turned, looking mildly startled. "Weasel?" he sneered. That's my Malfoy! He grabbed a piece of buttered toast from his own plate and chucked it in Ron's general direction. Bull's eye! It hit Ron right in the face, butter side out. And thank Heaven, Draco was laughing.
"Dammit!" Ron groaned, peeling the toast from his face. He looked thoughtful for a moment and took a bite of the toast. "This isn't half bad..." he mumbled through a bite. "Anyway, it seems you're back to normal so you can just leave now," he said.
"No!" I cried. Ron gave me a look of surprise. I really didn't have any way of defending why I didn't want him to leave. Oh hell, Hermione was right. "Uh..." I was thinking fast to come up with a response.
Five minutes later...
"Uh..." Okay, so maybe it wasn't as fast as I would have liked. "He makes good toast!"
Ron shook his head, looking quite puzzled with me. "Fine, eat your toast. Our first class is in ten minutes. You better get a move on, lover boys." He chortled on his way back down the stairs, leaving Malfoy and I in utter shock. Well, maybe it's just me who's in shock. Why does Hermione have to be right about everything, even down to my love life? She's even right about the denial... but you didn't hear that from me. I'm in denial, remember? Hermione knows nothing, I tell you.
Malfoy sat back down on the floor next to me. The comforter was still spread out under us. He took the plate from my hands and set it aside. "Harry," he started softly, eyes in his lap, "happy endings don't just come for people in those movies do they?" he asked. When he looked back up I could see something more in his eyes; sincerity?
I ran over the thoughts in my head, trying to come up with something that sounded more appropriate than a fairy tale or children's story. Eventually I decided on, "I guess they are. You just have to look for your own happy ending. Sometimes a happy ending needs to be found with help from someone else." A slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward into my lap and ever so gently placed a kiss to my lips. It lasted but a second, but it was the best feeling in the world. Better than Quidditch. Better than Cho Chang... anything's better than Cho, actually.
When he pulled away, that silly grin was plastered on his face again. "I love you Harry Potter, you damn scar head!" he backed up slightly and then through himself forward and into my embrace. He nearly knocked me over in the process. "I heard what Hermione said last night and I figured I should say something as well." He tapped me on the nose. Damn, why did he have to be so sweet... so... not like Malfoy? Maybe in trying to turn him back from the 'British woman' craze, he turned into a totally different person. But he still did throw the toast a Ron. That can't be ignored.
I looked down at my watch. "We only have five more minutes, Draco. I should probably get ready." I tried to get up to leave but Draco pulled me back down.
He kissed my cheek. "Then you still have time for your toast! Would like jelly, butter, or both?"
Author's Notes: Yay! I actually finished a fanfic for once! Thank you to all my loyal readers/ reviewers. I appreciated all the reviews, especially because I was feeling crappy. I looked in my mail box and saw all the nice things you had to say and it brightened my day right away. This chapter may be shorter, but I personally liked the ending. I hope you enjoyed my lil' fic!
Saving Malfoy
By Nanaki BH
By the time I woke up sun was already filtering into the room. It had that sort of warm, comfortable dimness that I loved. And something smelled delicious. I opened my eyes to find a plate being pushed into my hands. I had forgotten I was sleeping on the floor. Draco stood in front of me with a grin of pure satisfaction on his gaunt face. His limbs were akimbo and an air of happiness radiated from his features. "What..." I looked down to the plate of toast in my hands. My eyes went almost as large as the plate itself. "Where did you get the toast?" I asked.
His grin only widened, if that's even possible. "The real question is how you would like it. Jelly? Butter? Both perhaps?" He cocked an eyebrow to exaggerate his question. Apparently our experiment had failed.
"You're not any better," I sighed. "You're just like you were! Please tell me you don't want to talk like those old British women anymore!" I pleaded. I had had enough of that from the Dursley's relatives. For some reason they seemed to be in cahoots with old women from all over Britain; very odd, indeed.
He tapped me on the forehead. "That movie was something horrid. Please, just never make me watch it again. I think I had enough of it for one night." Right as he finished I heard steps traveling up the stairs. He turned, looking mildly startled. "Weasel?" he sneered. That's my Malfoy! He grabbed a piece of buttered toast from his own plate and chucked it in Ron's general direction. Bull's eye! It hit Ron right in the face, butter side out. And thank Heaven, Draco was laughing.
"Dammit!" Ron groaned, peeling the toast from his face. He looked thoughtful for a moment and took a bite of the toast. "This isn't half bad..." he mumbled through a bite. "Anyway, it seems you're back to normal so you can just leave now," he said.
"No!" I cried. Ron gave me a look of surprise. I really didn't have any way of defending why I didn't want him to leave. Oh hell, Hermione was right. "Uh..." I was thinking fast to come up with a response.
Five minutes later...
"Uh..." Okay, so maybe it wasn't as fast as I would have liked. "He makes good toast!"
Ron shook his head, looking quite puzzled with me. "Fine, eat your toast. Our first class is in ten minutes. You better get a move on, lover boys." He chortled on his way back down the stairs, leaving Malfoy and I in utter shock. Well, maybe it's just me who's in shock. Why does Hermione have to be right about everything, even down to my love life? She's even right about the denial... but you didn't hear that from me. I'm in denial, remember? Hermione knows nothing, I tell you.
Malfoy sat back down on the floor next to me. The comforter was still spread out under us. He took the plate from my hands and set it aside. "Harry," he started softly, eyes in his lap, "happy endings don't just come for people in those movies do they?" he asked. When he looked back up I could see something more in his eyes; sincerity?
I ran over the thoughts in my head, trying to come up with something that sounded more appropriate than a fairy tale or children's story. Eventually I decided on, "I guess they are. You just have to look for your own happy ending. Sometimes a happy ending needs to be found with help from someone else." A slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward into my lap and ever so gently placed a kiss to my lips. It lasted but a second, but it was the best feeling in the world. Better than Quidditch. Better than Cho Chang... anything's better than Cho, actually.
When he pulled away, that silly grin was plastered on his face again. "I love you Harry Potter, you damn scar head!" he backed up slightly and then through himself forward and into my embrace. He nearly knocked me over in the process. "I heard what Hermione said last night and I figured I should say something as well." He tapped me on the nose. Damn, why did he have to be so sweet... so... not like Malfoy? Maybe in trying to turn him back from the 'British woman' craze, he turned into a totally different person. But he still did throw the toast a Ron. That can't be ignored.
I looked down at my watch. "We only have five more minutes, Draco. I should probably get ready." I tried to get up to leave but Draco pulled me back down.
He kissed my cheek. "Then you still have time for your toast! Would like jelly, butter, or both?"
Author's Notes: Yay! I actually finished a fanfic for once! Thank you to all my loyal readers/ reviewers. I appreciated all the reviews, especially because I was feeling crappy. I looked in my mail box and saw all the nice things you had to say and it brightened my day right away. This chapter may be shorter, but I personally liked the ending. I hope you enjoyed my lil' fic!