A/N: Hey hey everybody! I got my beta, and it's...**drum roll** Morgana! I
was having trouble deciding, so I told my friend the names of those who
offered (thanks so much, I appreciate it a lot!) and he chose Morgana. So
there we have it. That is as random as it gets with me. I decided (after
one chapter) that I didn't feel like individually thanking the reviews.
Takes up too much room. Sorry I've taken so long to get this out; I've
been kinda lazy lately. It's sad, really. But then again it is summer.
Disclaimer: Not making money. Not my characters/plot. You know...
And now, the smooth and refreshing taste of Chapter 3
**shakes head and sighs** I am such a loser.
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Hermione slipped silently out of the great hall after telling Ron she had to go to the library. He gave her a look that said he thought she was lying, but she quickly silenced it by asking if he'd like to come with her. Of course, Ron said no.
Hermione paused as she tried to choose which corridor Harry and Draco had gone down. She sighed, and decided to go with the one that lead up to the Gyrffindor dormitories. Hoping that they wouldn't hear her, Hermione began to walk a little faster. She paused, thinking she had heard someone.
Hermione ducked behind a pillar, and then slowly peeked out. Her mouth fell open in a gasp. She turned away, eyes wide thinking, *what the hell is going on here!?*
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Harry spun around, absolutely sure he had heard someone. Once again, no one was there. He sighed, frustrated. Stopping in the middle of the hall, he rubbed his green eyes. "I'm tired..." he mumbled to himself, and trudged on.
"Me too," someone said behind him. Harry turned around angrily, and gasped.
"Malfoy!" he looked around him nervously. "Malfoy, Dumbledore said I'm not supposed to be any where alone with you because you might... you know..." Harry trailed off, and Draco stared at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, yes, that well Harry I just want to talk to you, please trust me. It's not like I'll be able to talk about this in front of Weasley or Granger. Or anyone else for that matter." Harry looked down at the stone floor, then up at Draco's pleading face. He sighed. "Alright then, but if you try anything, I will not be happy with you at all." Draco nodded.
"Harry, I just want to make sure that you know what's going on. I'm your soul mate, and like it or not, we'll probably be spending the rest of our lives together. If you die, I die, if you choose another partner, I might as well die, considering how depressed I'll become. I've never been in love before, but I am now, I know it. And you're the one." He paused, and smirked. "But there's not a thing you can do about it." Draco's little speech ended there, leaving Harry flustered and speechless.
"Draco, I, er- well what I mean to say is that, umm..." Harry stuttered and tripped over his words. Draco put a finger to Harry's lips to silence him, an act more intimate than Harry cared to think about. "Don't worry about it," the blond haired boy said, staring into Harry's green eyes "I'll make this as easy for you as I can." Harry brushed Draco's finger away. "This is so strange, why me!" Harry said mournfully.
Draco sighed. In his fantasy land, Harry would be perfectly accepting and fall in love with him right there, and they would run away together to only God knows where and live happily ever after, together until the end of time. But this was the real life, and this Harry was more stubborn. This Harry wasn't so understanding. But Draco loved him all the same and willing to make as many sacrifices as he had to.
"Harry...."Draco said, and placed a hand on Harry's arm gently. Harry stared at it in alarm, and looked around panicked, as Draco tightened his grip ever so slightly. Draco's stared at Harry's worried yet beautiful face, eyebrows furrowed, emerald eyes narrowed, gently biting down on his soft lower lip. Draco's breath quickened, a soft whimper escaped his mouth. Letting go of Harry's arm he started to back up, fearing that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Draco backed up and stared into Harry's green bewildered eyes. He stopped in the middle of the (not quite so) empty corridor and said, "Harry please forgive me, I cannot control myself," before he let out a strangled cry and pushed the raven-haired boy against the stone wall, kissing him hungrily, almost angrily.
Harry's eyes opened wide and he grabbed Draco's arms and tried to push him away, the blond boy just pushed back. Harry pushed his hands into Draco's silky hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled hard.
"Oww! Damn!" Draco yelled angrily, rubbing his head. Gingerly petting the spot where his beautiful blond hair almost got stolen from him, Draco raised his eyes to Harry's angry face and immediately regretted kissing him. The green eyes shone with a fierce anger, his fists clenched digging half moons shapes into his palms.
"I am going to.Kick.Your.Ass!"
Draco covered his face with his hands and sputtered as he backed up. "No! No, no, no, no!" out from under them. "That's not fair!" he yelled as he fell to the ground, Harry standing over him, about to reach out to choke him. Harry paused, hands inches from Draco's neck. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, "Oh, really? I think, and this is just me, that I have full rights to kicking your ass, because you kissed me after you said you wouldn't!"
Draco stared up at the boy standing up at him. "I wouldn't be able to fight you back. That's not fair."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not my problem!" he barked. Harry took his hands away from Draco's neck and balled the right into a fist. Draco winced and prepared for the assaults... but they never came. Scared, Draco slowly opened his eyes to see the Gryffindor boy standing over him, the fist posed to strike trembling. His arms dropped to his sides and he groaned.
"Daaamnit!" Sulking, he turned to walk away. He stopped, and not bothering to turn around spoke to the Slytherin lying in the middle of the hallway. "I'm not going to forget this," Harry said in a menacing tone. "I will get you back."
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"What?" Harry growled, eyeing Hermione. "Stop looking at me!"
Hermione frowned at Harry, "Sorry." She mumbled, at stared down at her textbook. Ron leaned closer to Hermione and whispered, "What's up with you and Harry?"
"Nothing!" Hermione yelled, a little too loudly for the library. Everyone turned to stare at her, and she smiled sheepishly and turned to look at Ron. "Nothings up... Why would you suspect something was up?"
"Ohh... No reason. Just because you'll stare at Harry, and then Harry will start tell you to stop. Then you'll stop for a while, and read. Then you'll stare at Harry. Again. And then he'll get mad, and so on and so forth."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh Ron, don't be ridiculous. You don't know what you're talking about." Ron shook his head as Hermione rambled on "I mean, how do you know that I'm staring at Harry? Maybe I'm staring at something *behind* Harry! You never know. Maybe I just want to stare at Harry. Maybe I'll stare at you tomorrow."
"Hmm. Right 'Mione. Whatever you say...." Ron muttered, questioning his friend's sanity.
The three sat in silence, each reading his or her book and doing homework, when the silence was once again interrupted. "What? What do you want? Stop looking at me!"
"Harry!" Hermione whispered, "I need to talk to you, it's important." Harry gave Hermione a blank look. "Er- okay, what?" She gave a sideways glance at their red headed friend. "Not in front of Ron though," Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What's this about?"
Hermione glanced at Ron who was staring at his homework with a hopeless look on his face. She turned to Harry and lowered her voice so he could barley hear him. "Malfoy," she whispered. But judging by Harry's reaction, he must have heard her well enough.
"WHAT!" he bellowed, standing up so fast his chair fell over. "There isn't anything to talk about!" Harry yelled, "I don't have anything out of the ordinary to say about," Harry scoffed, and threw his hands in the air "well, HIM! You, we, you and I," Harry stammered, gathering his things "have to say about him!" He pushed his left hand through his hair in a frustrated sort of way. Leaving his chair on the floor he walked to the exit of the library.
"Well," he said, face turning red after just realizing the commotion he's caused. "I guess I'll see you later... Ron. Hermione..." He gave a meaningful look to Hermione, and a weak smile and wave to his red headed companion. He said sorry to the rest of the people in the library, and promised he'd be quieter next time. They just stared blankly at him, and shook their heads. Harry backed up slowly when he received no reply, and broke into a run when he got in the hall.
Hermione stared down at her book, face flushed with embarrassment. Ron stared at her for a minute, debating wither to tell her off or run after Harry. "Liar!" He hissed at her, then shoved his books in his bag and leaped over the knocked over chair to chase after Harry.
Narrowing her eyes, Hermione began to mumble to herself, angry with Harry. "What's his problem!? All I wanted to do was have a conversation. What's wrong with that?" She asked herself, too busy to notice the blond haired Slytherin sitting down across from her. "Just wanted to talk about-"
"About what?" Draco asked.
A/N: I didn't *want* to end it there, but I had to because my computer is broken, and the library is about to time limit my ass so I can't use the ones here either... **sighs** this is sad too. Anyways, I promise I'll do better next time. Really. Don't give me that look! Review please...
TLH
Disclaimer: Not making money. Not my characters/plot. You know...
And now, the smooth and refreshing taste of Chapter 3
**shakes head and sighs** I am such a loser.
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Hermione slipped silently out of the great hall after telling Ron she had to go to the library. He gave her a look that said he thought she was lying, but she quickly silenced it by asking if he'd like to come with her. Of course, Ron said no.
Hermione paused as she tried to choose which corridor Harry and Draco had gone down. She sighed, and decided to go with the one that lead up to the Gyrffindor dormitories. Hoping that they wouldn't hear her, Hermione began to walk a little faster. She paused, thinking she had heard someone.
Hermione ducked behind a pillar, and then slowly peeked out. Her mouth fell open in a gasp. She turned away, eyes wide thinking, *what the hell is going on here!?*
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Harry spun around, absolutely sure he had heard someone. Once again, no one was there. He sighed, frustrated. Stopping in the middle of the hall, he rubbed his green eyes. "I'm tired..." he mumbled to himself, and trudged on.
"Me too," someone said behind him. Harry turned around angrily, and gasped.
"Malfoy!" he looked around him nervously. "Malfoy, Dumbledore said I'm not supposed to be any where alone with you because you might... you know..." Harry trailed off, and Draco stared at him, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, yes, that well Harry I just want to talk to you, please trust me. It's not like I'll be able to talk about this in front of Weasley or Granger. Or anyone else for that matter." Harry looked down at the stone floor, then up at Draco's pleading face. He sighed. "Alright then, but if you try anything, I will not be happy with you at all." Draco nodded.
"Harry, I just want to make sure that you know what's going on. I'm your soul mate, and like it or not, we'll probably be spending the rest of our lives together. If you die, I die, if you choose another partner, I might as well die, considering how depressed I'll become. I've never been in love before, but I am now, I know it. And you're the one." He paused, and smirked. "But there's not a thing you can do about it." Draco's little speech ended there, leaving Harry flustered and speechless.
"Draco, I, er- well what I mean to say is that, umm..." Harry stuttered and tripped over his words. Draco put a finger to Harry's lips to silence him, an act more intimate than Harry cared to think about. "Don't worry about it," the blond haired boy said, staring into Harry's green eyes "I'll make this as easy for you as I can." Harry brushed Draco's finger away. "This is so strange, why me!" Harry said mournfully.
Draco sighed. In his fantasy land, Harry would be perfectly accepting and fall in love with him right there, and they would run away together to only God knows where and live happily ever after, together until the end of time. But this was the real life, and this Harry was more stubborn. This Harry wasn't so understanding. But Draco loved him all the same and willing to make as many sacrifices as he had to.
"Harry...."Draco said, and placed a hand on Harry's arm gently. Harry stared at it in alarm, and looked around panicked, as Draco tightened his grip ever so slightly. Draco's stared at Harry's worried yet beautiful face, eyebrows furrowed, emerald eyes narrowed, gently biting down on his soft lower lip. Draco's breath quickened, a soft whimper escaped his mouth. Letting go of Harry's arm he started to back up, fearing that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Draco backed up and stared into Harry's green bewildered eyes. He stopped in the middle of the (not quite so) empty corridor and said, "Harry please forgive me, I cannot control myself," before he let out a strangled cry and pushed the raven-haired boy against the stone wall, kissing him hungrily, almost angrily.
Harry's eyes opened wide and he grabbed Draco's arms and tried to push him away, the blond boy just pushed back. Harry pushed his hands into Draco's silky hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled hard.
"Oww! Damn!" Draco yelled angrily, rubbing his head. Gingerly petting the spot where his beautiful blond hair almost got stolen from him, Draco raised his eyes to Harry's angry face and immediately regretted kissing him. The green eyes shone with a fierce anger, his fists clenched digging half moons shapes into his palms.
"I am going to.Kick.Your.Ass!"
Draco covered his face with his hands and sputtered as he backed up. "No! No, no, no, no!" out from under them. "That's not fair!" he yelled as he fell to the ground, Harry standing over him, about to reach out to choke him. Harry paused, hands inches from Draco's neck. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, "Oh, really? I think, and this is just me, that I have full rights to kicking your ass, because you kissed me after you said you wouldn't!"
Draco stared up at the boy standing up at him. "I wouldn't be able to fight you back. That's not fair."
Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not my problem!" he barked. Harry took his hands away from Draco's neck and balled the right into a fist. Draco winced and prepared for the assaults... but they never came. Scared, Draco slowly opened his eyes to see the Gryffindor boy standing over him, the fist posed to strike trembling. His arms dropped to his sides and he groaned.
"Daaamnit!" Sulking, he turned to walk away. He stopped, and not bothering to turn around spoke to the Slytherin lying in the middle of the hallway. "I'm not going to forget this," Harry said in a menacing tone. "I will get you back."
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"What?" Harry growled, eyeing Hermione. "Stop looking at me!"
Hermione frowned at Harry, "Sorry." She mumbled, at stared down at her textbook. Ron leaned closer to Hermione and whispered, "What's up with you and Harry?"
"Nothing!" Hermione yelled, a little too loudly for the library. Everyone turned to stare at her, and she smiled sheepishly and turned to look at Ron. "Nothings up... Why would you suspect something was up?"
"Ohh... No reason. Just because you'll stare at Harry, and then Harry will start tell you to stop. Then you'll stop for a while, and read. Then you'll stare at Harry. Again. And then he'll get mad, and so on and so forth."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh Ron, don't be ridiculous. You don't know what you're talking about." Ron shook his head as Hermione rambled on "I mean, how do you know that I'm staring at Harry? Maybe I'm staring at something *behind* Harry! You never know. Maybe I just want to stare at Harry. Maybe I'll stare at you tomorrow."
"Hmm. Right 'Mione. Whatever you say...." Ron muttered, questioning his friend's sanity.
The three sat in silence, each reading his or her book and doing homework, when the silence was once again interrupted. "What? What do you want? Stop looking at me!"
"Harry!" Hermione whispered, "I need to talk to you, it's important." Harry gave Hermione a blank look. "Er- okay, what?" She gave a sideways glance at their red headed friend. "Not in front of Ron though," Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What's this about?"
Hermione glanced at Ron who was staring at his homework with a hopeless look on his face. She turned to Harry and lowered her voice so he could barley hear him. "Malfoy," she whispered. But judging by Harry's reaction, he must have heard her well enough.
"WHAT!" he bellowed, standing up so fast his chair fell over. "There isn't anything to talk about!" Harry yelled, "I don't have anything out of the ordinary to say about," Harry scoffed, and threw his hands in the air "well, HIM! You, we, you and I," Harry stammered, gathering his things "have to say about him!" He pushed his left hand through his hair in a frustrated sort of way. Leaving his chair on the floor he walked to the exit of the library.
"Well," he said, face turning red after just realizing the commotion he's caused. "I guess I'll see you later... Ron. Hermione..." He gave a meaningful look to Hermione, and a weak smile and wave to his red headed companion. He said sorry to the rest of the people in the library, and promised he'd be quieter next time. They just stared blankly at him, and shook their heads. Harry backed up slowly when he received no reply, and broke into a run when he got in the hall.
Hermione stared down at her book, face flushed with embarrassment. Ron stared at her for a minute, debating wither to tell her off or run after Harry. "Liar!" He hissed at her, then shoved his books in his bag and leaped over the knocked over chair to chase after Harry.
Narrowing her eyes, Hermione began to mumble to herself, angry with Harry. "What's his problem!? All I wanted to do was have a conversation. What's wrong with that?" She asked herself, too busy to notice the blond haired Slytherin sitting down across from her. "Just wanted to talk about-"
"About what?" Draco asked.
A/N: I didn't *want* to end it there, but I had to because my computer is broken, and the library is about to time limit my ass so I can't use the ones here either... **sighs** this is sad too. Anyways, I promise I'll do better next time. Really. Don't give me that look! Review please...
TLH