A/N: I just 2 things to say... One: FIIINNNAAALLLY!!! And two...
Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you so much. Without you there would be no fifth chapter of BSTL. Keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing. Oh yes, and are any guys reading this? Just wondering, because slash never seemed like anything a guy would read. At least none of the guys I know. **Rolls eyes** and it's not a bad thing if I got any guys who giggle and say "Aww!" at the idea of Harry and Draco holding hands, kissing, etc. etc. reading this. [And yes, I did give up on the no top author notes idea]
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"Oh, wow! This is so cool!" Draco said in awe, gravel crunching under his feet as he and Harry stepped into the drive-in movie theater. "This is amazing, how did Dumbledore do it?" Harry shrugged, not paying to much attention to his 'date' and glanced around for Dumbledore who he found looking horribly out of place in the old fashioned theatre.
"Ah-Hah! There you are! Glad to see you boys are on time, well no troubles then I'm guessing?" Both boys shook their heads in an innocent manner. "No sir," Harry stated, "in fact, Hermione helped us get ready. Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow, "Did she now? So... She knows?" They nodded again, and Dumbledore tsked. "Oh how that girl hasn't lost her head yet I'll never know..." he murmured.
"Well, I'm going to go make sure that everything is all set for you. Did you know this thing came equipped with Muggles? Ignorant ones at that." Harry and Draco exchanged curious glances as Dumbledore walked away, silver robes billowing out behind him. The two boys stood in a tense silence, trying to avoid each others gaze. Suddenly, Dumbledore's angry voice could be heard. Draco and Harry looked to see him pointing and yelling at a middle-aged bald man who peered curiously at them. Green eyes caught silver and they laughed nervously before looking separate ways.
Draco looked down, a smile tugging at the right side of his mouth. He was happy enough to be standing this close to Harry without being in an argument with him or any of his friends, and it blew his mind to think he was going on a date with him. He longed to grab the arm that hung so easily at Harry's side, but he knew that *would* start a fight, or get him a punch in the face.
[Draco's POV]
*This is so awkward. Ugh! I hate this... I'm so nervous; I hope I still look alright... Harry sure looks good tonight, makes me just want to grab him and- Draco, no. Calm down, if you start thinking like this then you'll never get Harry. And then they'll probably drag you down to St. Mungo's as your screaming about snogging boy wonder...*
[Harry's POV]
*Wow. Malfoy looks really nervous. Well I guess I can't really blame him. Dumbledore said I was supposed to make this as easy as I could for him...Wow he looks so nervous, maybe I should say something, yeah I'll compliment him. He doesn't look so bad and that'll break this awkward silence*
"You look really nervous!" Harry blurted out. *Way to go jackass, that's not a compliment!* Draco turned and looked at Harry in an alarmed way. "I- I am," he stammered, wiping his sweaty palms on his black pinstriped pants. (A/N: I changed them to pinstripe just now because I thought it'd look good)
"Sorry Malfoy, really sorry, I meant to tell you that you look nice, cause you do. Really." Draco's eyes brightened "Really? You really think so?" Harry nodded cautiously and Draco was positively beaming. "Oh, well your not looking to shabby yourself, Harry. I mean Potter. I mean, you look great too." Draco said, picking lint from Harry's shoulder. Harry only jumped a little. Draco stood smiling as Harry began to look nervous.
"Merlin. Stupid Muggles can't keep one thing from another..." Draco and Harry heard Dumbledore coming back from his nice little chat "I've finally got everything set up for you; sorry it took so long..." Draco was still smiling from Harry's compliment, but Harry didn't seem to be too happy, since he was slightly nervous and he knew he could be doing many better things. "What's wrong Harry?" Dumbledore asked with fake curiosity. "Oh, hah! Nothing! Why would anything be wrong?" Harry replied with fake enthusiasm. "Oh well, I was just wondering, because Draco here seems to be happy enough." Dumbledore continued, having fun while picking on Harry. Draco, who had once again been admiring Harry, looked up and smiled politely. "Oh I'm crying on the inside, sir." Dumbledore gave a small appreciate chuckle. "That's the spirit Draco. You boys have fun now."
"Hey, aren't you going to tell us about the movie where seeing?" Harry asked "Oh... Yes well I suppose I should. It's 'horror'," he began, 'finger- quoting' the words horror, "And it's about those Muggle stories little girls tell each other at slumber parties to frighten each other..."
"Urban legends?" Harry prompted, smiling at the time Dudley ran into his room screaming in fear from the Urban Legends movie that Perkins had brought over. "Ah yes, that's it, your movie will be about those ridiculous legends... Well you two go in, have fun." Dumbledore winked at them, and began to walk away. "Wait! Which car is ours?" Draco called, disappointed from the lack of guidance from his head master.
"Silly me, how could I have forgotten? Your car is the red convertible with the license plate that reads SOULMATES." Draco sniggered turning to Harry. "Well you heard the man, let's do this thing. Draco moved to put his arm around Harry's shoulder, but Harry eyed him, and his hand shot up to his hair and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but Harry your just look irresistible tonight!"
*I'm in for a loooong night...* Harry thought, pouting.
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"Oh! Ye GODS!" Draco jumped, and buried his head in his hands. "A-HAH! I TOLD you! I SO predicted that! I am a MASTERMIND of Urban legends! Go Harry, go Harry!" "Is it over yet?" Draco whimpered, not daring to glance at the screen. It was the time of the movie where the college professor died, the urban legend that told of men hiding under women's cars and slicing their ankles... Only this one was much worse. As he tried to get away, the killer got into the car and ran him over...On a set of tire spikes in a parking garage.
"Yeah, yeah it's over, you wimp." Harry said, patting Draco on the back. Draco glanced up to see a party of dancing happy people. "Oh thank God. This movie is terrifying!" Draco pouted. "Yeah, but it's good... They got the killer in the back seat, the dead boyfriend in the roof of the car... Oh! And aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light, they did that one too!"
"Uch. Don't remind me." Draco groaned, drinking the last soda through his straw. "You want some pop rocks with that coke?" Harry asked, cackling evilly. "NO!" Draco yelled. "You know what happened to Little Mikey!" Harry snickered. "Yeah, nothing happened, you big baby. Hey, do you need anything, 'cause we need more popcorn since you spilled it when that one guy died. Nice of Dumbledore to give us Muggle money, isn't it?" Harry said, opening the dashboard compartment and pulling out a few dollars. Draco nodded. "Yeah get me a vanilla coke. I rather like those Muggle drinks." Harry nodded, smiling and getting out of the car.
*He's not such a bad guy... Maybe it's because he's my 'soul mate' and now he says he loves me. But maybe... Maybe he was nice all along...* Harry jumped when he heard a high pitched shriek echo around the drive in. "OH GOD! THE DOG! IN THE MICROWAVE! JESUS CHRIST! HARRY POTTER GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Harry's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as he purchased the popcorn and drinks from the concession stand. Everybody stared as he got into the car that held a scared blonde boy. Draco clambered into the passenger's side with Harry and gripped his arm tightly. "Harry it's scary... they put the poor dog in the microwave, and they made that girl drink toilet cleaner with pop rocks and, and, and-"
"Shhh." Harry whispered awkwardly patting Draco's head, which was buried in his shoulder so he didn't have to watch the movie. "Malfoy-" "Draco." A muffled voice said from Harry's right shoulder. Draco looked up into Harry's green eyes. "Call me Draco."
"Oh. Right. Well, Draco," he said, the name coming out awkwardly, "you're cutting off circulation in my arm." Draco released his vise-like grip on Harry's arm. Harry took a deep breath, and decided to do the nice thing. "Here..." He said, offering his hand to a trembling Draco. Draco's head snapped up, and he stared at Harry's hand. The screams from as frightened busty blond girl were forgotten as Draco took Harry's hand and laced their fingers together. "Thanks..." He said, turning to stare at the movie screen. Suddenly, the movie wasn't so scary.
Draco couldn't remember a time when he felt so at ease. This had to be the oddest thing he's ever done. Months ago he wouldn't have dreamed he'd be sitting in a Muggle drive in theater sharing a car seat and holding hands with Harry Potter. Draco looked at Harry, who was concentrating on the movie. His eyebrows where furrowed and he even looked a little scared. "Are you alright...?" Draco asked. "Er- yeah. I'm just surprised you're not screaming. Have you been paying attention Malf-Draco?" *No, not really.* "Yes, of course I have!"
"But who's doing it?" Harry asked, "My lead got killed." He furrowed his eyebrows and counted off the deaths on his free hand. "No! Is it...?" The killer took his hood off and Harry squealed. "It is! I knew it I knew it! Go Harry go Harry!" Draco smiled, watching Harry do his victory dance one handed. "Harry's the champion, Harry's the champion!" He sang. Draco watched Harry smiling, until Harry quieted down and Draco turned back to the screen and winced.
"Ewww!" Draco screamed. "Ah yes, the kidney heist." Harry stated. "Men out for a good time are lead back to a hotel room by the women they just met. She gives him a drink, with a date rape drug slipped inside. When he passes out she cuts him open and steals his kidney to sell on the black market. He wakes up in a bathtub next to a phone with a warning scrawled on the mirror in lipstick." Harry paused for a dramatic end. "I took your kidney, so don't move! Call 911 right away!" He ended with a smile.
"That's disgusting." Draco frowned, gripping Harry's hand as the main character that had all her friend murdered in an urban legends fashion screamed in pain from her stomach being sliced open. "Shush! She's explaining why she's been doing it!"
"Geez. What a bitter bitch." Draco mumbled. Harry looked at him, slightly alarmed. "What? She is!" Harry chuckled. Neither one talked that much after that. Draco squealed, and Harry yelled at the screen now and then, but besides that they sat side by side in the cramped passenger's seat fingers entwined.
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"That movie was scary!" Draco hollered, opening the door to the room of requirement and stepping out into the empty hallway. He had just spent a night out with Harry, without getting into a real argument. Once, he felt blissful, for all he knew or cared he was walking on air right now. "Shush! Everybody's sleeping. And it wasn't that scary, you're just a wimp."
"You're such bad liar; you thought it was scary too. Your palms got sweaty every time it got scary." Draco retorted, grinning from ear to ear. "That was your sweat!" Harry said, beginning to smile. "No it wasn't! And I'd like to see your try and prove it!" The Syltherin had begun to laugh from the pure giddiness of thinking that maybe the enemy he loved had begun to be able to tolerate him. Harry chuckled. "Well you've got me there...I think it's late, we'd better start heading back to our dormitories."
Draco's silver eyes stopped shining, and his smile faded. "Oh. Okay. Good night Harry..." Harry watched the shorter boy turn and walk down the hall slowly.
The question had nagged him all night... He had to ask"Draco?" He called down the hall, "Do you really.... Do you really...Love me?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Harry.
Draco took slow, yet swift steps towards Harry until they where only inches apart, Draco's face completely blank, but his voice shaky. "Sometimes I can't control my emotions... But, I have to try my hardest, I don't..." Draco paused, taking a deep breath, "I don't want to scare you away. But do you want me to show you Harry? Do you want me to show you how much I love you?"
Maybe it was because Harry felt so much closer to Draco after seeing the movie with him, or maybe Harry was just touched by the tears welling up in Draco's eyes... But he nodded weakly.
Draco slid his arms around Harry's waist, tilting his head and closing his eyes, he brought their lips together. Harry stood, motionless, just realizing what he had granted Draco permission to do. Reacting slowly and (and to Draco's surprise, even reacting at all) Harry put his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him closer, kissing back, Enthused, Draco raked his tongue over Harry's lower lip. Harry bit gently on Draco's lip and he and parted them slowly. Draco squeezed Harry's waist and deepend the kiss. *Oh my Draco snogs like a God! How could I end up letting him do this to me? Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to regret this...*Harry pushed his hands through the silky locks of Draco's hair and moaned gently. Draco pulled away, "If you really want me to show you how much I love you, then you won't run away," he said, before latching onto Harry's mouth again. *Oh? He wasn't done? Oh! Oh my! * Harry jumped back, and jerked his shirt down.
"Harry?" Draco said in a small voice. Draco crossed his arms over his skinny chest, looking very forlorn standing in the middle of the empty hallway. His silver eyes looked dull gray with sad and confused, and his blond hair was a mess from Harry pushing his hands through it. Draco bit nervously on his lower lip. "Harry? Is something wrong?"
Harry slowly began to back up; he rubbed his tired eyes behind his glasses. "Draco... Malfoy. I'd better go..." Harry turned and ran down the corridor, fading footsteps echoing around the lone Draco.
"Wow. I've really fucked up this time." Draco murmured, burying his head in his hands.
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A/N: Poor Draco.... Well I hope everyone enjoyed reading this, even though you know how sad it's made Draco. **sniffle** Hehe just kidding, everybody loves a smoochy angsty relationship. Anyways, I hope everybody loved this chapter, because I love writing for you! I really will try to get chapter 6 out sooner, and again I'm sorry about how long it took last time. But don't forget to review! When you review it makes me soooo happy. -Brieanna
Thanks to all my reviewers, I love you so much. Without you there would be no fifth chapter of BSTL. Keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing. Oh yes, and are any guys reading this? Just wondering, because slash never seemed like anything a guy would read. At least none of the guys I know. **Rolls eyes** and it's not a bad thing if I got any guys who giggle and say "Aww!" at the idea of Harry and Draco holding hands, kissing, etc. etc. reading this. [And yes, I did give up on the no top author notes idea]
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"Oh, wow! This is so cool!" Draco said in awe, gravel crunching under his feet as he and Harry stepped into the drive-in movie theater. "This is amazing, how did Dumbledore do it?" Harry shrugged, not paying to much attention to his 'date' and glanced around for Dumbledore who he found looking horribly out of place in the old fashioned theatre.
"Ah-Hah! There you are! Glad to see you boys are on time, well no troubles then I'm guessing?" Both boys shook their heads in an innocent manner. "No sir," Harry stated, "in fact, Hermione helped us get ready. Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow, "Did she now? So... She knows?" They nodded again, and Dumbledore tsked. "Oh how that girl hasn't lost her head yet I'll never know..." he murmured.
"Well, I'm going to go make sure that everything is all set for you. Did you know this thing came equipped with Muggles? Ignorant ones at that." Harry and Draco exchanged curious glances as Dumbledore walked away, silver robes billowing out behind him. The two boys stood in a tense silence, trying to avoid each others gaze. Suddenly, Dumbledore's angry voice could be heard. Draco and Harry looked to see him pointing and yelling at a middle-aged bald man who peered curiously at them. Green eyes caught silver and they laughed nervously before looking separate ways.
Draco looked down, a smile tugging at the right side of his mouth. He was happy enough to be standing this close to Harry without being in an argument with him or any of his friends, and it blew his mind to think he was going on a date with him. He longed to grab the arm that hung so easily at Harry's side, but he knew that *would* start a fight, or get him a punch in the face.
[Draco's POV]
*This is so awkward. Ugh! I hate this... I'm so nervous; I hope I still look alright... Harry sure looks good tonight, makes me just want to grab him and- Draco, no. Calm down, if you start thinking like this then you'll never get Harry. And then they'll probably drag you down to St. Mungo's as your screaming about snogging boy wonder...*
[Harry's POV]
*Wow. Malfoy looks really nervous. Well I guess I can't really blame him. Dumbledore said I was supposed to make this as easy as I could for him...Wow he looks so nervous, maybe I should say something, yeah I'll compliment him. He doesn't look so bad and that'll break this awkward silence*
"You look really nervous!" Harry blurted out. *Way to go jackass, that's not a compliment!* Draco turned and looked at Harry in an alarmed way. "I- I am," he stammered, wiping his sweaty palms on his black pinstriped pants. (A/N: I changed them to pinstripe just now because I thought it'd look good)
"Sorry Malfoy, really sorry, I meant to tell you that you look nice, cause you do. Really." Draco's eyes brightened "Really? You really think so?" Harry nodded cautiously and Draco was positively beaming. "Oh, well your not looking to shabby yourself, Harry. I mean Potter. I mean, you look great too." Draco said, picking lint from Harry's shoulder. Harry only jumped a little. Draco stood smiling as Harry began to look nervous.
"Merlin. Stupid Muggles can't keep one thing from another..." Draco and Harry heard Dumbledore coming back from his nice little chat "I've finally got everything set up for you; sorry it took so long..." Draco was still smiling from Harry's compliment, but Harry didn't seem to be too happy, since he was slightly nervous and he knew he could be doing many better things. "What's wrong Harry?" Dumbledore asked with fake curiosity. "Oh, hah! Nothing! Why would anything be wrong?" Harry replied with fake enthusiasm. "Oh well, I was just wondering, because Draco here seems to be happy enough." Dumbledore continued, having fun while picking on Harry. Draco, who had once again been admiring Harry, looked up and smiled politely. "Oh I'm crying on the inside, sir." Dumbledore gave a small appreciate chuckle. "That's the spirit Draco. You boys have fun now."
"Hey, aren't you going to tell us about the movie where seeing?" Harry asked "Oh... Yes well I suppose I should. It's 'horror'," he began, 'finger- quoting' the words horror, "And it's about those Muggle stories little girls tell each other at slumber parties to frighten each other..."
"Urban legends?" Harry prompted, smiling at the time Dudley ran into his room screaming in fear from the Urban Legends movie that Perkins had brought over. "Ah yes, that's it, your movie will be about those ridiculous legends... Well you two go in, have fun." Dumbledore winked at them, and began to walk away. "Wait! Which car is ours?" Draco called, disappointed from the lack of guidance from his head master.
"Silly me, how could I have forgotten? Your car is the red convertible with the license plate that reads SOULMATES." Draco sniggered turning to Harry. "Well you heard the man, let's do this thing. Draco moved to put his arm around Harry's shoulder, but Harry eyed him, and his hand shot up to his hair and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but Harry your just look irresistible tonight!"
*I'm in for a loooong night...* Harry thought, pouting.
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"Oh! Ye GODS!" Draco jumped, and buried his head in his hands. "A-HAH! I TOLD you! I SO predicted that! I am a MASTERMIND of Urban legends! Go Harry, go Harry!" "Is it over yet?" Draco whimpered, not daring to glance at the screen. It was the time of the movie where the college professor died, the urban legend that told of men hiding under women's cars and slicing their ankles... Only this one was much worse. As he tried to get away, the killer got into the car and ran him over...On a set of tire spikes in a parking garage.
"Yeah, yeah it's over, you wimp." Harry said, patting Draco on the back. Draco glanced up to see a party of dancing happy people. "Oh thank God. This movie is terrifying!" Draco pouted. "Yeah, but it's good... They got the killer in the back seat, the dead boyfriend in the roof of the car... Oh! And aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light, they did that one too!"
"Uch. Don't remind me." Draco groaned, drinking the last soda through his straw. "You want some pop rocks with that coke?" Harry asked, cackling evilly. "NO!" Draco yelled. "You know what happened to Little Mikey!" Harry snickered. "Yeah, nothing happened, you big baby. Hey, do you need anything, 'cause we need more popcorn since you spilled it when that one guy died. Nice of Dumbledore to give us Muggle money, isn't it?" Harry said, opening the dashboard compartment and pulling out a few dollars. Draco nodded. "Yeah get me a vanilla coke. I rather like those Muggle drinks." Harry nodded, smiling and getting out of the car.
*He's not such a bad guy... Maybe it's because he's my 'soul mate' and now he says he loves me. But maybe... Maybe he was nice all along...* Harry jumped when he heard a high pitched shriek echo around the drive in. "OH GOD! THE DOG! IN THE MICROWAVE! JESUS CHRIST! HARRY POTTER GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Harry's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as he purchased the popcorn and drinks from the concession stand. Everybody stared as he got into the car that held a scared blonde boy. Draco clambered into the passenger's side with Harry and gripped his arm tightly. "Harry it's scary... they put the poor dog in the microwave, and they made that girl drink toilet cleaner with pop rocks and, and, and-"
"Shhh." Harry whispered awkwardly patting Draco's head, which was buried in his shoulder so he didn't have to watch the movie. "Malfoy-" "Draco." A muffled voice said from Harry's right shoulder. Draco looked up into Harry's green eyes. "Call me Draco."
"Oh. Right. Well, Draco," he said, the name coming out awkwardly, "you're cutting off circulation in my arm." Draco released his vise-like grip on Harry's arm. Harry took a deep breath, and decided to do the nice thing. "Here..." He said, offering his hand to a trembling Draco. Draco's head snapped up, and he stared at Harry's hand. The screams from as frightened busty blond girl were forgotten as Draco took Harry's hand and laced their fingers together. "Thanks..." He said, turning to stare at the movie screen. Suddenly, the movie wasn't so scary.
Draco couldn't remember a time when he felt so at ease. This had to be the oddest thing he's ever done. Months ago he wouldn't have dreamed he'd be sitting in a Muggle drive in theater sharing a car seat and holding hands with Harry Potter. Draco looked at Harry, who was concentrating on the movie. His eyebrows where furrowed and he even looked a little scared. "Are you alright...?" Draco asked. "Er- yeah. I'm just surprised you're not screaming. Have you been paying attention Malf-Draco?" *No, not really.* "Yes, of course I have!"
"But who's doing it?" Harry asked, "My lead got killed." He furrowed his eyebrows and counted off the deaths on his free hand. "No! Is it...?" The killer took his hood off and Harry squealed. "It is! I knew it I knew it! Go Harry go Harry!" Draco smiled, watching Harry do his victory dance one handed. "Harry's the champion, Harry's the champion!" He sang. Draco watched Harry smiling, until Harry quieted down and Draco turned back to the screen and winced.
"Ewww!" Draco screamed. "Ah yes, the kidney heist." Harry stated. "Men out for a good time are lead back to a hotel room by the women they just met. She gives him a drink, with a date rape drug slipped inside. When he passes out she cuts him open and steals his kidney to sell on the black market. He wakes up in a bathtub next to a phone with a warning scrawled on the mirror in lipstick." Harry paused for a dramatic end. "I took your kidney, so don't move! Call 911 right away!" He ended with a smile.
"That's disgusting." Draco frowned, gripping Harry's hand as the main character that had all her friend murdered in an urban legends fashion screamed in pain from her stomach being sliced open. "Shush! She's explaining why she's been doing it!"
"Geez. What a bitter bitch." Draco mumbled. Harry looked at him, slightly alarmed. "What? She is!" Harry chuckled. Neither one talked that much after that. Draco squealed, and Harry yelled at the screen now and then, but besides that they sat side by side in the cramped passenger's seat fingers entwined.
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"That movie was scary!" Draco hollered, opening the door to the room of requirement and stepping out into the empty hallway. He had just spent a night out with Harry, without getting into a real argument. Once, he felt blissful, for all he knew or cared he was walking on air right now. "Shush! Everybody's sleeping. And it wasn't that scary, you're just a wimp."
"You're such bad liar; you thought it was scary too. Your palms got sweaty every time it got scary." Draco retorted, grinning from ear to ear. "That was your sweat!" Harry said, beginning to smile. "No it wasn't! And I'd like to see your try and prove it!" The Syltherin had begun to laugh from the pure giddiness of thinking that maybe the enemy he loved had begun to be able to tolerate him. Harry chuckled. "Well you've got me there...I think it's late, we'd better start heading back to our dormitories."
Draco's silver eyes stopped shining, and his smile faded. "Oh. Okay. Good night Harry..." Harry watched the shorter boy turn and walk down the hall slowly.
The question had nagged him all night... He had to ask"Draco?" He called down the hall, "Do you really.... Do you really...Love me?" Draco stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Harry.
Draco took slow, yet swift steps towards Harry until they where only inches apart, Draco's face completely blank, but his voice shaky. "Sometimes I can't control my emotions... But, I have to try my hardest, I don't..." Draco paused, taking a deep breath, "I don't want to scare you away. But do you want me to show you Harry? Do you want me to show you how much I love you?"
Maybe it was because Harry felt so much closer to Draco after seeing the movie with him, or maybe Harry was just touched by the tears welling up in Draco's eyes... But he nodded weakly.
Draco slid his arms around Harry's waist, tilting his head and closing his eyes, he brought their lips together. Harry stood, motionless, just realizing what he had granted Draco permission to do. Reacting slowly and (and to Draco's surprise, even reacting at all) Harry put his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him closer, kissing back, Enthused, Draco raked his tongue over Harry's lower lip. Harry bit gently on Draco's lip and he and parted them slowly. Draco squeezed Harry's waist and deepend the kiss. *Oh my Draco snogs like a God! How could I end up letting him do this to me? Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to regret this...*Harry pushed his hands through the silky locks of Draco's hair and moaned gently. Draco pulled away, "If you really want me to show you how much I love you, then you won't run away," he said, before latching onto Harry's mouth again. *Oh? He wasn't done? Oh! Oh my! * Harry jumped back, and jerked his shirt down.
"Harry?" Draco said in a small voice. Draco crossed his arms over his skinny chest, looking very forlorn standing in the middle of the empty hallway. His silver eyes looked dull gray with sad and confused, and his blond hair was a mess from Harry pushing his hands through it. Draco bit nervously on his lower lip. "Harry? Is something wrong?"
Harry slowly began to back up; he rubbed his tired eyes behind his glasses. "Draco... Malfoy. I'd better go..." Harry turned and ran down the corridor, fading footsteps echoing around the lone Draco.
"Wow. I've really fucked up this time." Draco murmured, burying his head in his hands.
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A/N: Poor Draco.... Well I hope everyone enjoyed reading this, even though you know how sad it's made Draco. **sniffle** Hehe just kidding, everybody loves a smoochy angsty relationship. Anyways, I hope everybody loved this chapter, because I love writing for you! I really will try to get chapter 6 out sooner, and again I'm sorry about how long it took last time. But don't forget to review! When you review it makes me soooo happy. -Brieanna