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Chapter Seven
- Isis-mystic, Beloved, Yana5, Without permission, Midnight Mistress, Shania Maxwell, Lessien-Took, Jin Munku-JGSPTV - thank you for reviewing!
- Special note to: Isis-mystic Draco is a Slytherin after all. He was brought up to hate anyone who isn't a Slytherin, especially Gryffindors and especially his father's worst enemy. Even a potion can't remove all the negative potions. Besides, what the potion does is make them see the good into each other, not get rid off all the bad. Also, there's a little more on it in this chapter. Right, sorry for the long explanation. - Special note to: Jin Munku-JGSPTV The clothes... well, you bring up a good point, but I'm pretty sure that they wore regular clothes under their robes. I mean, at least they do in the movie. As for the Quidditch muscles, let's just say that they do exercises on the ground too :-S.
Harry walked down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. They had stopped by the Hospital Wing before heading down. They walked hand in hand and Harry trailed behind, not really caring.
His mind constantly replayed memories of him and Draco – the kiss, the talk, even the insults. He laughed aloud when he thought of how immature they were.
They finally reached the Great Hall. Ron pushed open the doors and held them open for Hermione. He forgot Harry was behind them and the door practically hit him in the head when he walked up to it.
He stood, slightly stunned, at his best friend's action, or lack of action.
He pushed the door open and walked in. He walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, between Hermione and Sean.
Harry looked up and found himself staring at Draco, who happened to be sitting directly across the room. He noticed Pansy staring at Draco, and then her gaze followed his towards Harry. He quickly lowered his eyes and stared at his plate of peas and beef brisket. It's not that the food wasn't enticing; he had just lost his appetite.
He was relieved when people started leaving the Great Hall. He muttered a good-bye to the other Gryffindors and hastily walked off. He wasn't aware that a certain Slytherin did the same.
Once he had left the piercing stares of his fellow students, he slowed his walk. He took his time making his way to the North Tower. It was the only place he could relax nowadays. Hardly anyone went there. It was too cold. He liked the way the cold air burned his skin. It made him feel real, something he often missed.
He reached the North Tower and sat down. He bent both legs a little and leaned against the ice cold wall behind him. He closed his eyes and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. However, he only had a few moments to himself.
He heard footsteps and jerked his head.
"Draco?" Harry asked?
"Uh-hu," came the reply.
Draco appeared, this time wearing his school robes, with the Slytherin crest displayed proudly over his heart.
"You come here often?" Harry asked casually.
"Uh-hu."
"Why haven't we bumped into each other?" Harry attempted small talk for some reason.
"We have. Well, I have at least. You never noticed me," Draco quietly answered.
"Oh," said Harry.
Harry's "oh" was followed by a long silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. In fact, once Draco took a seat next to Harry, they openly looked at each other, each trying to figure out the other.
Neither could see much though, as both had years of experience in storing away their emotions, hiding their feelings from everyone around them. They simply couldn't risk people seeing the pain they went through daily. No one would be able to handle what they experience. Draco knew this. That's what drew him to Harry in the first place.
After a while, they looked away.
Harry closed his eyes, like he always did. He didn't need to look at the stars, he had them all memorized. He could literally see where the Sirius constellation was through his eyelids. He let his thoughts take over, forgetting Draco was even there, yet constantly feeling his presence.
Draco, on the other hand, looked out at the stars. He had the inside of his eyelids memorized like Harry had the stars. Draco was constantly reminded that Harry was near by the pounding in his chest. His thoughts were that of how to stop it.
They sat for hours. Dinner had long finished and every one was in bed. The pair lost track of time, too entrapped in their minds.
Harry was jolted back to reality when he felt his head hit the floor. He had been sliding down, slowly drifting to sleep. When his head connected with the hard, stone floor, he was rudely awakened. He opened his eyes and saw Draco watching him.
"Good morning," Draco smirked.
"What time is it?"
"2:18." Draco glanced at his watch.
"Wow, a mug--"Harry didn't finish his sentence. He realized that mockery wouldn't solve anything, especially now. He looked down instead.
"Fuck, I've gotta get back," he said, mostly trying to convince himself to leave Draco's company. "Ron's gonna be worried." He knew that was a lie. Ron wouldn't notice. Actually, he'd probably be in Hermione's dorm.
Harry rose slowly.
Draco watched him for a moment, then jumped up and grabbed Harry. He forced a kiss between them. Both resisted, though it was just a formality. The hairs on the back of their necks rose with the electricity, the passion, of the kiss. They seemed to drift from reality. If truth be told, every time they kissed, nothing but them seemed to exist.
When they broke away, Draco didn't let Harry go. Instead, he leaned on Harry for support.
This was the only time Draco would show and sign of weakness. His mentality, his physique even, didn't allow that luxury. Even his entire philosophy on life depended on his strength.
Harry understood. He held Draco, for that precious minute. Harry himself carried that knowledge. His, however, was of an intensity that spanned the entire wizarding community. Their lives depended on his strength.
"I hate you for doing this to me," Draco said, as he moved away.
This, Harry didn't understand.
"It wasn't the dratted potion!" Draco yelled, sensing what Harry was thinking.
Harry blinked. He stood there, not moving. He decided he would deal with it later.
"I've gotta go," he mumbled. He walked out of the room.
Draco punched the wall hard, cursing loudly.
"It was an attraction to his power," he told himself quietly.
End of Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
- Isis-mystic, Beloved, Yana5, Without permission, Midnight Mistress, Shania Maxwell, Lessien-Took, Jin Munku-JGSPTV - thank you for reviewing!
- Special note to: Isis-mystic Draco is a Slytherin after all. He was brought up to hate anyone who isn't a Slytherin, especially Gryffindors and especially his father's worst enemy. Even a potion can't remove all the negative potions. Besides, what the potion does is make them see the good into each other, not get rid off all the bad. Also, there's a little more on it in this chapter. Right, sorry for the long explanation. - Special note to: Jin Munku-JGSPTV The clothes... well, you bring up a good point, but I'm pretty sure that they wore regular clothes under their robes. I mean, at least they do in the movie. As for the Quidditch muscles, let's just say that they do exercises on the ground too :-S.
Harry walked down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. They had stopped by the Hospital Wing before heading down. They walked hand in hand and Harry trailed behind, not really caring.
His mind constantly replayed memories of him and Draco – the kiss, the talk, even the insults. He laughed aloud when he thought of how immature they were.
They finally reached the Great Hall. Ron pushed open the doors and held them open for Hermione. He forgot Harry was behind them and the door practically hit him in the head when he walked up to it.
He stood, slightly stunned, at his best friend's action, or lack of action.
He pushed the door open and walked in. He walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, between Hermione and Sean.
Harry looked up and found himself staring at Draco, who happened to be sitting directly across the room. He noticed Pansy staring at Draco, and then her gaze followed his towards Harry. He quickly lowered his eyes and stared at his plate of peas and beef brisket. It's not that the food wasn't enticing; he had just lost his appetite.
He was relieved when people started leaving the Great Hall. He muttered a good-bye to the other Gryffindors and hastily walked off. He wasn't aware that a certain Slytherin did the same.
Once he had left the piercing stares of his fellow students, he slowed his walk. He took his time making his way to the North Tower. It was the only place he could relax nowadays. Hardly anyone went there. It was too cold. He liked the way the cold air burned his skin. It made him feel real, something he often missed.
He reached the North Tower and sat down. He bent both legs a little and leaned against the ice cold wall behind him. He closed his eyes and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. However, he only had a few moments to himself.
He heard footsteps and jerked his head.
"Draco?" Harry asked?
"Uh-hu," came the reply.
Draco appeared, this time wearing his school robes, with the Slytherin crest displayed proudly over his heart.
"You come here often?" Harry asked casually.
"Uh-hu."
"Why haven't we bumped into each other?" Harry attempted small talk for some reason.
"We have. Well, I have at least. You never noticed me," Draco quietly answered.
"Oh," said Harry.
Harry's "oh" was followed by a long silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. In fact, once Draco took a seat next to Harry, they openly looked at each other, each trying to figure out the other.
Neither could see much though, as both had years of experience in storing away their emotions, hiding their feelings from everyone around them. They simply couldn't risk people seeing the pain they went through daily. No one would be able to handle what they experience. Draco knew this. That's what drew him to Harry in the first place.
After a while, they looked away.
Harry closed his eyes, like he always did. He didn't need to look at the stars, he had them all memorized. He could literally see where the Sirius constellation was through his eyelids. He let his thoughts take over, forgetting Draco was even there, yet constantly feeling his presence.
Draco, on the other hand, looked out at the stars. He had the inside of his eyelids memorized like Harry had the stars. Draco was constantly reminded that Harry was near by the pounding in his chest. His thoughts were that of how to stop it.
They sat for hours. Dinner had long finished and every one was in bed. The pair lost track of time, too entrapped in their minds.
Harry was jolted back to reality when he felt his head hit the floor. He had been sliding down, slowly drifting to sleep. When his head connected with the hard, stone floor, he was rudely awakened. He opened his eyes and saw Draco watching him.
"Good morning," Draco smirked.
"What time is it?"
"2:18." Draco glanced at his watch.
"Wow, a mug--"Harry didn't finish his sentence. He realized that mockery wouldn't solve anything, especially now. He looked down instead.
"Fuck, I've gotta get back," he said, mostly trying to convince himself to leave Draco's company. "Ron's gonna be worried." He knew that was a lie. Ron wouldn't notice. Actually, he'd probably be in Hermione's dorm.
Harry rose slowly.
Draco watched him for a moment, then jumped up and grabbed Harry. He forced a kiss between them. Both resisted, though it was just a formality. The hairs on the back of their necks rose with the electricity, the passion, of the kiss. They seemed to drift from reality. If truth be told, every time they kissed, nothing but them seemed to exist.
When they broke away, Draco didn't let Harry go. Instead, he leaned on Harry for support.
This was the only time Draco would show and sign of weakness. His mentality, his physique even, didn't allow that luxury. Even his entire philosophy on life depended on his strength.
Harry understood. He held Draco, for that precious minute. Harry himself carried that knowledge. His, however, was of an intensity that spanned the entire wizarding community. Their lives depended on his strength.
"I hate you for doing this to me," Draco said, as he moved away.
This, Harry didn't understand.
"It wasn't the dratted potion!" Draco yelled, sensing what Harry was thinking.
Harry blinked. He stood there, not moving. He decided he would deal with it later.
"I've gotta go," he mumbled. He walked out of the room.
Draco punched the wall hard, cursing loudly.
"It was an attraction to his power," he told himself quietly.
End of Chapter Seven