Disclaimer: Simply borrowing these characters and not making a profit.
Note: This is a slash so if you don't like this, don't flame! I have warned you.
~*~ Chapter Two ~*~
Thank you to all of you who reviewed! ~ sushi-chan – Just wanted to inform you that I love cliffhangers, especially since I myself usually don't know what happens when I write them :-D, so look out for those. I promise to do my best to update as soon as possible. ~ Sweet Sorrow1 – I am also a sucker for "potioned love", hence the story. Check out what I wrote to sushi-chan though about cliffhangers. ~ Yana5, Lessien-Took, eminem4eva – Thank you! I'll try to update about once a week, maybe more often. ~ MoonSnoAngel – All I can say is thank you and hope they like it too :~) ~ KaylaisEvenstar – I just wish that my sudden burst of imagination doesn't go away :^S ~ endilwen – I feel sorry for Neville too, but it couldn't be helped. He played a major role in the plot. I'll try and make up for it though, in a future chapter. ~ confuzed*heart – Thanks, and hope you like the next part just as much. ~ DreamingofDraco – Glad to have such an enthusiastic fan.
One more note: ~ I know it's short, but I really wanted to update, but didn't want to put too much (partly because I don't have "much" to add at the moment). Well, hope you enjoy whatever little there is. Also, I'm not sure if I'll be able to update as often as I made this one. I will try my best however, as this story seems to be putting itself together in my head.
~*~
The room turned blurry and Harry had to squint to see. The only clear thing in the room was Draco.
Harry felt no hatred. That feeling was replaced by pity and respect. Harry knew what Draco felt. He had experienced those very feelings every day.
He couldn't move. All he could think about was what Malfoy – no, what Draco, - was experiencing.
"Potter, Draco?" Harry could hear Snape's voice, but it seemed so distant, so unrelated to what was going on in his head.
After was seemed like a mere minute to Harry, his vision started to return. He blinked furiously.
"Harry, Harry! Are you okay?" sounded Ron's worried voice.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, yeah. I'm fine, I'm okay," Harry assured his friend, although not quite convincing himself.
Harry's emerald green eyes watched Draco's cold, steel gray ones intently, trying to understand what he had just discovered. He finally withdrew his gaze when Draco started blinking animatedly.
"Class dismissed. For homework, simply research the significance of the ingredient that you did not add. Five parchments, to be turned in next class." Snape finally said, interrupting the heavy silence that had surrounded the room.
The class shifted into a bustle of scraping chairs and a low hum of students discussing the events of this class.
Harry and Draco, however, didn't move.
"Did you feel... what I felt?" Harry asked, choosing his words carefully. Although all traces of hatred had vanished, there were still reserves between the Golden Boy of Gryffindor and the Prince of Slytherin.
Draco slowly blinked, and then nodded at the same pace.
"I think so..." he answered cautiously.
Harry was jerked back to reality by a familiar voice.
"Harry, are you coming?" Hermione's voice echoed in Harry's head as the words finally hit him.
"Ummm... yeah. Just let me get my things."
He turned away from Draco, gathered his things and left the room without a backwards glance. He was too scared.
~*~ End of Chapter Two ~*~
Note: This is a slash so if you don't like this, don't flame! I have warned you.
~*~ Chapter Two ~*~
Thank you to all of you who reviewed! ~ sushi-chan – Just wanted to inform you that I love cliffhangers, especially since I myself usually don't know what happens when I write them :-D, so look out for those. I promise to do my best to update as soon as possible. ~ Sweet Sorrow1 – I am also a sucker for "potioned love", hence the story. Check out what I wrote to sushi-chan though about cliffhangers. ~ Yana5, Lessien-Took, eminem4eva – Thank you! I'll try to update about once a week, maybe more often. ~ MoonSnoAngel – All I can say is thank you and hope they like it too :~) ~ KaylaisEvenstar – I just wish that my sudden burst of imagination doesn't go away :^S ~ endilwen – I feel sorry for Neville too, but it couldn't be helped. He played a major role in the plot. I'll try and make up for it though, in a future chapter. ~ confuzed*heart – Thanks, and hope you like the next part just as much. ~ DreamingofDraco – Glad to have such an enthusiastic fan.
One more note: ~ I know it's short, but I really wanted to update, but didn't want to put too much (partly because I don't have "much" to add at the moment). Well, hope you enjoy whatever little there is. Also, I'm not sure if I'll be able to update as often as I made this one. I will try my best however, as this story seems to be putting itself together in my head.
~*~
The room turned blurry and Harry had to squint to see. The only clear thing in the room was Draco.
Harry felt no hatred. That feeling was replaced by pity and respect. Harry knew what Draco felt. He had experienced those very feelings every day.
He couldn't move. All he could think about was what Malfoy – no, what Draco, - was experiencing.
"Potter, Draco?" Harry could hear Snape's voice, but it seemed so distant, so unrelated to what was going on in his head.
After was seemed like a mere minute to Harry, his vision started to return. He blinked furiously.
"Harry, Harry! Are you okay?" sounded Ron's worried voice.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, yeah. I'm fine, I'm okay," Harry assured his friend, although not quite convincing himself.
Harry's emerald green eyes watched Draco's cold, steel gray ones intently, trying to understand what he had just discovered. He finally withdrew his gaze when Draco started blinking animatedly.
"Class dismissed. For homework, simply research the significance of the ingredient that you did not add. Five parchments, to be turned in next class." Snape finally said, interrupting the heavy silence that had surrounded the room.
The class shifted into a bustle of scraping chairs and a low hum of students discussing the events of this class.
Harry and Draco, however, didn't move.
"Did you feel... what I felt?" Harry asked, choosing his words carefully. Although all traces of hatred had vanished, there were still reserves between the Golden Boy of Gryffindor and the Prince of Slytherin.
Draco slowly blinked, and then nodded at the same pace.
"I think so..." he answered cautiously.
Harry was jerked back to reality by a familiar voice.
"Harry, are you coming?" Hermione's voice echoed in Harry's head as the words finally hit him.
"Ummm... yeah. Just let me get my things."
He turned away from Draco, gathered his things and left the room without a backwards glance. He was too scared.
~*~ End of Chapter Two ~*~