Author: CelestialDrgn, aka Celeste
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. The song "Headstrong" does not belong to me, it belongs to Trapd. The Taming of the Shrew... you all know who wrote that. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net.
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
Author's note at the end!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (7/?)
Two weeks have passed since Harry started his second year of school at St. John Vianney College. He adjusted quickly to his schedule and enjoyed all of his classes. One of his favourites was Shakespeare. Everyone was in the classroom by two-ten for their final class of the day. Harry, Ron, Draco, and Hermione sat in the very back row of the room, which was filled with abstract Styrofoam heads depicting various Shakespeare characters.
A few minutes later, Ms. Hooch (Madam Hooch) walked into the classroom, and every student stood respectfully as she entered.
"Good afternoon, class."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Hooch," they sang as if they were five years old.
Ms. Hooch just shook her head, and grinning, walked to her seat. The class sat down and talked quietly as she took attendance. She then got out their book of plays.
"All right, everyone take out your books and look over the pages from Taming of the Shrew, act two, scene one, that we went over last meeting, then I will assign you a partner."
The students dutifully did as they were told. Hermione and Ron practiced together the parts of Katharina and Petruchio, and Harry read to himself Petruchio's lines. Draco was the only one who did not have a book opened, leaning back casually in his chair. Harry noticed this.
"Why aren't you practicing?"
"I memorized it last night. Having a photographic memory helps," he replied.
"Lazy arse."
Draco's eyes flashed in challenge. "Let's see who's the lazy arse when they forget their lines, shall we?"
"You're on," Harry accepted.
"Books away, everyone! Okay... the first pair shall be... Pansy and Neville."
The pair approached the front of the class room, Pansy glaring at her partner. Neville stuttered and stumbled over his lines, slumping back to his seat with a bright red hand print left on his cheek. "Katharina" had slapped the poor boy too hard.
Other students continued to present their assigned lines until only a handful were left. Ms. Hooch scanned the class for those whom have not yet gone up, when her eyes took a mischievous gleam.
"Let's spice this up shall we? Draco, play Petruchio... and our Katharina shall be.. ah, yes. Mr. Potter."
The class erupted in laughter.
Harry only managed to get out, "W-wha?!" before Draco dragged him to the front of the classroom. Harry sent Draco a panicked look. "I don't know Katharine's lines!"
"Just go with the flow," he replied. Draco then started strutting around Harry like a proud rooster.
"Good morrow, Kate, for that's your name, I hear."
Harry thought for a while, then responded. "Well you have heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katharine that do talk of me."
"You lie, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom."
Harry snorted here.
Draco continued. "Kate of Kate Hall, my superdainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, This take of me, Kate, my consolation: Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife," he said, taking Harry's hand and kissing it.
Again, the class laughs.
Harry snatched his hand away. "Moved? In good time! Let him who moved you hither Remove you hence. I knew you at the first You were a movable."
"Why, what's a movable?"
"A joint stool."
"Thou hast hit it." Draco sat on a nearby stool and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer. "Come, sit on me." Snickering came from both the students and Draco.
Harry broke his grasp and walked to the centre of their stage. "Asses are made to bear, and so are you."
Draco smirked. "Women are made to bear, and so are you."
Again, laughter. "He's implying something!" someone shouted out, causing the class to laugh harder.
Harry struggled to keep a straight face and a blush from rising to his cheeks. "No such jade as you, if me you mean."
Draco sighed dramatically. "Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee, For knowing thee to be but young and light."
Harry laughed airily. "Too light for such a swain as you to catch, And yet as heavy as my weight should be."
"Should be? Should -- buzz!" Draco countered.
"Well ta'en, and like a buzzard."
"O slow winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?"
"Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard."
Draco clicked his tongue. "Come, come, you wasp, i' faith, you are too angry." He again tries to take Harry into his arms.
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting."
"My remedy is then to pluck it out."
"Ay, if the fool could find where it lies."
"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?"
"In his tongue."
"Who's tongue?"
"Yours, if you talk of tails, and so farewell." Harry starts to walk away, but Draco grabs his arm.
"What, with my tongue in your tail?" Harry blushed a deep scarlet. Draco laughs and continues. "Nay, come again. Good Kate, I am a gentleman --"
"That I'll try." Harry slapped Draco's face lightly, leaving only a light pink tint staining his cheek.
Draco grabbed Harry by his shoulders. "I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again."
Harry broke from his grasp once again. "So may you lose your arms. If you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no arms."
"A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!"
"What is your crest, a coxcomb?" Harry asked, chuckling.
Draco grinned wolfishly. "A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen."
Because of the double meaning, Harry struggled to say his next line and keep a serious face. "No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven."
"Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour," Draco replied, gently stroking Harry's cheek. Harry nearly forgot his next line.
"It is my fashion when I see a crab."
"Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour."
"There is, there is."
"Then show it to me."
"Had I a glass, I would."
Draco pretended to look offended. "What, you mean my face?"
"Well aimed of such a young one."
"Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you."
"Yet you are withered."
Draco snaked his arms around Harry's waist again. "'Tis with cares."
Harry struggled. "I care not."
"Nay, hear you, Kate. In sooth, you scape not so."
"I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go!"
Suddenly Draco tipped Harry back and kissed him full on the lips. The class roared with laughter, applause, and catcalls as Draco brought Harry back to his normal standing position and practically skipped back to his seat.
Harry briskly walked back to his desk. "What the bloody hell was that for?!" he hissed as the bell for the twenty minute break rang.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," Draco chirped back
Harry continued to sit and fume quietly, burning holes with his glare into Draco's skull as Draco chatted with a couple students. He had no right to do that, I don't care about our sexuality. His thoughts would then flash back to when Draco kissed him. His lips were firm, but gentle and soft. Harry first felt surprise, then exhilaration. Anger directed at himself, then Draco, soon built up from his unexpected rush of giddiness from receiving the kiss.
The rest of the class continued after the twenty minute break, and ended at five. Ron and Hermione bid goodbye to Harry, as they had their after school activities to attend to. Harry packed hurriedly, desperate to get away from Draco and to his soccer practice. Draco saw this, and grabbed Harry's arm. Nearby students called, "No PDA!" on their way out of the classroom.
Harry turned and faced Draco. "What now? Do you want to kiss me more? Or is that not good enough for you? What, do you want to throw me down and... and ravish me in front of everyone? Is that what you want?" he inveighed, gesturing his arms wildly around the empty classroom.
Draco just stared. "It was part of the play, all right? I'm sorry you're getting all worked up over a bloody kiss--"
"I'm worked up over a bloody kiss because we are both guys, we attend a Catholic school of all places, and you kiss me in front of our whole class for the sake of a laugh!"
Draco was taken aback by this outburst. "I thought you told me you were bi," he said softly.
Harry sighed, running his hand through his unruly raven locks exasperatedly. "I am," he replied quietly. "It's just... you know how most Catholics and Christians, and heck, just people in general are homophobic. Yes, they may have cheered now, but what if they get the idea we're not straight? I wish I had as much courage as you do to not let people get to you because of your orientation, but I'm not ready to tell everyone yet. You've heard of that Matthew Shepherd boy who was killed because he was gay, right? I just don't want either of us to end up like that, because people are too closed-minded to accept that love is blind and doesn't care about what gender the people are."
The blonde smiled gently. "Well, I can't say I regret it, but I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of everyone."
The brunette's eye's widened at his first statement. "What do you mean you don't regret it?" His only answer was a cryptic smile as Draco slung his satchel on his back and walked gracefully out the door.
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Later that night after dinner, Harry sat on the roof of the school, watching the moon start to make its journey across the sky. The cloudy band that was the Milky Way was clearly visible, and every few minutes meteorites would streak through the heavens. The grounds were washed in the silvery light reflected from the moon, transforming the lake waters into mercury. A light breeze playfully ruffled Harry's silken locks as he gazed thoughtfully at the lake. Harry reminisced of the memories he created during his two day coma. Often, Harry was found with his broom sitting on top of the school roof, watching the other houses practice Quidditch until dusk. Then he would go in for dinner, and go back onto the roof and just be. When he was away, he would forget about the difficult Transfiguration spells that had to be invoked just right, to change one object into another. He would also forget about his fate of saving the wizarding world from Voldemort, forget about questioning his sexuality, and instead become part of nature itself. Every breeze he felt, he would make a part of him, and he a part of it. He allowed his imagination to travel along with it, and see lands he could only read about in textbooks.
Even though Harry did not have a broom that actually flew and had to climb the rusty ladder to the top of the building, he still tried to repeat his nightly ritual that he performed at Hogwarts. He tried to make his imagination float along with the breeze, but the memories of that afternoon's Shakespeare class would appear, then vanish fleetingly. Harry groaned in frustration.
'What's my problem?' He thought. 'Draco is one of my best friends. Why the hell am I going back to this? Okay, the images stop now,' he commanded himself. Immediately the memory came up of Draco's soft lips, his gentle kiss, and his strong arms as he held him, supporting him so that he would not fall.
"I give up," he groaned aloud to himself, holding his head in his hands. A soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He whipped his head around to see who was there. Draco was crouched down beside him, the argentine light of the moon creating a crown on his silvery-gold hair. The effect made him appear ethereal.
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He then forced himself to speak.
"How'd you know I was up here?"
Draco cocked his head to the side. "This was our hiding place last year from all those annoying seventh years, remember? I went to check on you, and Neville told me you weren't in. Since you were up here so often last year, I figured I should check here first."
Harry's heart rate finally returned to his normal speed. He glanced warily at the distance between himself and the edge of the roof. He was too close to the edge for his comfort. In the past, there had been a rail along the perimeter of the roof, but part of it was damaged by a particularly violent storm over the summer. Now only a fraying, thin rope was the barrier between the roof and falling four stories to immanent death.
"Just... next time, can you make yourself heard? I could have fallen off this roof, you gave me such a fright!"
"Sure thing, Harry," Draco laughed. He then sat down comfortably beside his friend. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's such a waste that everyone's indoors. London's so bright, you'd be lucky to see a star that was brighter than a magnitude two. People really take nature's beauty for granted."
The two sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. 'This is actually nice... and in a weird way, romantic,' Harry thought to himself. A shooting star blazed across the sky.
"Did you see that?" Draco asked, excitedly.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I did."
"Make a wish."
"What?"
"Make a wish. When you see a shooting star, you make a wish. It's childish, but, who knows? It might come true," Draco said. He then closed his eyes, almost prayerfully.
Harry mentally shrugged, and closed his eyes. 'What do I want to wish for?' He thought. 'I have parents, I have a sibling, I have friends... what else could there be?' Harry opened his eyes again, and glanced at Draco.
The blonde hippie still had his eyes closed, his brows knitted, and his lips pursed. Harry smirked at this.
He looks almost cute... wait, did I just say that? Okay, I'm mooning over my best friend. It's not good to have a crush on your best friend. Nope, nope, nope. Bad Harry. Stop cooing like a lovesick school girl. He then promptly told the voice in his head that suggested he was a lovesick school girl where to put it. Harry continued to gaze at Draco, half wanting to make a wish, half dismissing the thought as frivolous. However, his thoughts flashed back to the kiss, and his body yearned for more, since the giver of the kiss was so close. He tried to think of other time he had felt like this, and nothing came up. Finally, Harry realized what he wanted. He closed his eyes.
I don't want to be lonely.
Harry kept his eyes closed, and opened them a few moments later. The sight that greeted him was Draco staring unabashedly at Harry. Harry nearly scooted backwards under the intensity of the gaze.
"W-what?" he stuttered.
"So, what did you wish for?"
"Uhm..." Harry looked at his friend. Crystal blue eyes gazed back at him. Again, Harry's breath caught in his throat. 'Since when did Draco have such gorgeous eyes?' he asked himself, dizzily.
"Well?" Draco persisted.
"It's nothing important, it's pretty stupid," Harry replied.
"No wish is stupid, Harry."
The raven-haired boy looked away. "I wished that I would never be lonely," he said softly.
Draco scooted closer. "You'll never be lonely."
"How do you know that?"
"I'll make sure of it," Draco whispered.
Suddenly, Draco and Harry's faces were barely a few inches apart. Do I want this? Harry asked himself. Draco's eyes seemed to carry a promise. Harry's mind was saying, You'll get hurt, people won't approve. Harry's heart replied, I don't care. Draco closed the distance between them and kissed Harry sweetly, tenderly. The brunette kissed him back, and slowly slid his arms around Draco's neck as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. Harry tentatively flicked his tongue over Draco's lips. Draco gasped softly, and they both deepened the kiss.
Over head, a shooting star flashed brightly in the sky.
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Saturday morning had the entire student body rushing around the school preparing for the first soccer game between Ignatius and Aloysius. Red and purple flags were waving all around the soccer stadium, and both teams were practicing on the field. After a couple of warm-up runs, the teams stretched and played "Keep Away" to get a feel for the ball.
"Captains!" called Father Snape and Ms. Hooch, the referees for the match.
Oliver looked at Harry. "You and Finnegan, go for me." Harry nodded, and the two boys went to the referees and met with the captains of the Ignatius team. All the soccer uniforms were similar; their jerseys were the colour of their house with their crest on their heart, and their numbers on the front and back. The players' last names were printed on the back of their jersey. The players' shorts and socks were black, and some even put sports tape to add colour and originality.
Ms. Hooch addressed the captains. "You all know the rules of soccer, and even though neither of your teams play as dirty as Gertrude, I'm reminding you, no slide tackling from behind or the side. No jewelry is allowed on the field, so check your teammates and make sure they all remove their watches, necklaces, and whatnot. Also, make sure everyone's shirts are tucked in. Both of us will check cleats to make sure everyone is wearing the correct kind of cleats. Mr. Potter, call out heads or tails." She then took a coin out of her pocket, and flicked it in the air.
"Tails," said Harry.
The tiny coin landed in the grass, and Father Snape picked it up. He smiled at Harry. "Tails, it is. Choose offense or defense."
Harry looked at Seamus. "What do you say?"
Seamus grinned wickedly. "I say, bring it on."
Harry smirked. "Defense, please," he said to the two referees.
Father Snape smiled. "Okay, Harry. I know you'll make James proud."
The captains walked back to their respective teams, Harry wearing a half- astonished look.
George saw Harry's expression. "Anything wrong?"
"I'm never going to get used to Snape, he's too bloody nice!"
The team laughed and continued with their "Keep Away."
Ten minutes later, the players stood gathered in a circle, their hands piled on top of one another. Oliver started chanting, "Back off, We'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone, We know that you are wrong, headstrong, we're headstrong!" The team responded, "Back off, We'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone, I know that you are wrong, and this is not where you belong!" Cheers emitted from the spectators after their chant, and the team took their positions on the field.
Harry looked to Seamus. "Did you guys come up with that?"
Seamus looked back at Harry incredulously. "Are you kidding me? If we did, we'd be filthy rich and famous, rather than stuck here at this sorry excuse of a school. After we win this game, I have to educate you on music."
Both teams were at their starting positions, and Ms. Hooch blew the whistle. Two of the Ignatius forwards advanced, dribbling the ball and passing between the two of them, then passed to the third forward, who had managed to get dangerously close to Aloysius' defense. Fred ran and intercepted the ball from behind, passing to Harry. Harry dribbled the ball with grace and speed, maneuvering around the players with a natural borne agility. Draco watched proudly as Harry chipped the ball to one of their forwards who had managed to get past the defense, scoring the first goal. The crowd roared as the players jogged back to their starting positions.
The game progressed to 3-1 by the last five minutes, and both teams were tiring. Aloysius was starting to slacken the defense, and the offense was not playing the ball long, going against their strategy. Without warning, an Ignatius mid-fielder stole the ball from one of the Aloysius halfbacks, and with a quick long pass to their forwards Ignatius brought the score up to 3-2. Oliver looked positively livid, yelling at his team to get into the game. Before either team could score another goal, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. Both teams congratulated each other on the good game, and Oliver called his team to the side.
"All of you take a seat," he said, barely controlling his anger. The team sat down obediently. "What was that?! Just because we were ahead by two points, does not mean we can loosen up and forget our game plan. Defense, I kept yelling for you to clear the ball when the other team got too close. And what do you do? You play it close, just tapping the ball. Do you know what can happen to a ball that has no power behind it? It gets either stolen or intercepted. And in a few seconds, all our days of training and hard work goes down the drain, all because of the fact you didn't kick the ball hard enough." He looked threateningly at his team. "We may have won, but that was because we were lucky. Next time, we may not be so lucky. You all are off tomorrow, but on Monday be prepared for a hard practice. It will help you all really feel what tired is, and how to play past that. You're all dismissed."
Wearily, the team trudged back to the school. Draco caught up with Harry and put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
"You played very well, I'm proud of you," he said.
Harry smiled tiredly. "Yeah, tell that to Oliver. He has a point, though, if we didn't slacken off, Ignatius wouldn't have scored."
"Don't be so down on yourself. It's the first game, you all have room for improvement. And, as sexy as you look covered in sweat, you need to go shower. You reek."
Harry grinned, blushing at his comment. "Thanks, Draco. That gives me an idea for the future."
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"To hunt you down right after practice just so I can give you a big hug."
"Eugh!"
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Author's note: Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that. My excuse this time is I had my position papers for Model United Nations to write. I'm competing against my boyfriend for position of head delegate, and I have one more paper to write. If any of you guys are competing in the Arkansas MUN this November, I'll see you there! A special thanks goes to Earth Harmony, Trempush, Sardidus-Sky, Baby JJ, and Jade Maxwell ((I'm really interested in your idea for the FAKE fanfic, so if you want to talk about it, just e- mail me)). Thanks also to you peoples who read but haven't had time to review, and also to Trisha, who isn't allowed on ff.net because someone stole her author name and got her in trouble. ; Okay, and since it is past my bed-time, so long!
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney school is also one of my creations. The song "Headstrong" does not belong to me, it belongs to Trapd. The Taming of the Shrew... you all know who wrote that. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoonbellsouth.net.
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
Author's note at the end!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes (7/?)
Two weeks have passed since Harry started his second year of school at St. John Vianney College. He adjusted quickly to his schedule and enjoyed all of his classes. One of his favourites was Shakespeare. Everyone was in the classroom by two-ten for their final class of the day. Harry, Ron, Draco, and Hermione sat in the very back row of the room, which was filled with abstract Styrofoam heads depicting various Shakespeare characters.
A few minutes later, Ms. Hooch (Madam Hooch) walked into the classroom, and every student stood respectfully as she entered.
"Good afternoon, class."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Hooch," they sang as if they were five years old.
Ms. Hooch just shook her head, and grinning, walked to her seat. The class sat down and talked quietly as she took attendance. She then got out their book of plays.
"All right, everyone take out your books and look over the pages from Taming of the Shrew, act two, scene one, that we went over last meeting, then I will assign you a partner."
The students dutifully did as they were told. Hermione and Ron practiced together the parts of Katharina and Petruchio, and Harry read to himself Petruchio's lines. Draco was the only one who did not have a book opened, leaning back casually in his chair. Harry noticed this.
"Why aren't you practicing?"
"I memorized it last night. Having a photographic memory helps," he replied.
"Lazy arse."
Draco's eyes flashed in challenge. "Let's see who's the lazy arse when they forget their lines, shall we?"
"You're on," Harry accepted.
"Books away, everyone! Okay... the first pair shall be... Pansy and Neville."
The pair approached the front of the class room, Pansy glaring at her partner. Neville stuttered and stumbled over his lines, slumping back to his seat with a bright red hand print left on his cheek. "Katharina" had slapped the poor boy too hard.
Other students continued to present their assigned lines until only a handful were left. Ms. Hooch scanned the class for those whom have not yet gone up, when her eyes took a mischievous gleam.
"Let's spice this up shall we? Draco, play Petruchio... and our Katharina shall be.. ah, yes. Mr. Potter."
The class erupted in laughter.
Harry only managed to get out, "W-wha?!" before Draco dragged him to the front of the classroom. Harry sent Draco a panicked look. "I don't know Katharine's lines!"
"Just go with the flow," he replied. Draco then started strutting around Harry like a proud rooster.
"Good morrow, Kate, for that's your name, I hear."
Harry thought for a while, then responded. "Well you have heard, but something hard of hearing. They call me Katharine that do talk of me."
"You lie, for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom."
Harry snorted here.
Draco continued. "Kate of Kate Hall, my superdainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, This take of me, Kate, my consolation: Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife," he said, taking Harry's hand and kissing it.
Again, the class laughs.
Harry snatched his hand away. "Moved? In good time! Let him who moved you hither Remove you hence. I knew you at the first You were a movable."
"Why, what's a movable?"
"A joint stool."
"Thou hast hit it." Draco sat on a nearby stool and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer. "Come, sit on me." Snickering came from both the students and Draco.
Harry broke his grasp and walked to the centre of their stage. "Asses are made to bear, and so are you."
Draco smirked. "Women are made to bear, and so are you."
Again, laughter. "He's implying something!" someone shouted out, causing the class to laugh harder.
Harry struggled to keep a straight face and a blush from rising to his cheeks. "No such jade as you, if me you mean."
Draco sighed dramatically. "Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee, For knowing thee to be but young and light."
Harry laughed airily. "Too light for such a swain as you to catch, And yet as heavy as my weight should be."
"Should be? Should -- buzz!" Draco countered.
"Well ta'en, and like a buzzard."
"O slow winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?"
"Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard."
Draco clicked his tongue. "Come, come, you wasp, i' faith, you are too angry." He again tries to take Harry into his arms.
"If I be waspish, best beware my sting."
"My remedy is then to pluck it out."
"Ay, if the fool could find where it lies."
"Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?"
"In his tongue."
"Who's tongue?"
"Yours, if you talk of tails, and so farewell." Harry starts to walk away, but Draco grabs his arm.
"What, with my tongue in your tail?" Harry blushed a deep scarlet. Draco laughs and continues. "Nay, come again. Good Kate, I am a gentleman --"
"That I'll try." Harry slapped Draco's face lightly, leaving only a light pink tint staining his cheek.
Draco grabbed Harry by his shoulders. "I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again."
Harry broke from his grasp once again. "So may you lose your arms. If you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no arms."
"A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!"
"What is your crest, a coxcomb?" Harry asked, chuckling.
Draco grinned wolfishly. "A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen."
Because of the double meaning, Harry struggled to say his next line and keep a serious face. "No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven."
"Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour," Draco replied, gently stroking Harry's cheek. Harry nearly forgot his next line.
"It is my fashion when I see a crab."
"Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour."
"There is, there is."
"Then show it to me."
"Had I a glass, I would."
Draco pretended to look offended. "What, you mean my face?"
"Well aimed of such a young one."
"Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you."
"Yet you are withered."
Draco snaked his arms around Harry's waist again. "'Tis with cares."
Harry struggled. "I care not."
"Nay, hear you, Kate. In sooth, you scape not so."
"I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go!"
Suddenly Draco tipped Harry back and kissed him full on the lips. The class roared with laughter, applause, and catcalls as Draco brought Harry back to his normal standing position and practically skipped back to his seat.
Harry briskly walked back to his desk. "What the bloody hell was that for?!" he hissed as the bell for the twenty minute break rang.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," Draco chirped back
Harry continued to sit and fume quietly, burning holes with his glare into Draco's skull as Draco chatted with a couple students. He had no right to do that, I don't care about our sexuality. His thoughts would then flash back to when Draco kissed him. His lips were firm, but gentle and soft. Harry first felt surprise, then exhilaration. Anger directed at himself, then Draco, soon built up from his unexpected rush of giddiness from receiving the kiss.
The rest of the class continued after the twenty minute break, and ended at five. Ron and Hermione bid goodbye to Harry, as they had their after school activities to attend to. Harry packed hurriedly, desperate to get away from Draco and to his soccer practice. Draco saw this, and grabbed Harry's arm. Nearby students called, "No PDA!" on their way out of the classroom.
Harry turned and faced Draco. "What now? Do you want to kiss me more? Or is that not good enough for you? What, do you want to throw me down and... and ravish me in front of everyone? Is that what you want?" he inveighed, gesturing his arms wildly around the empty classroom.
Draco just stared. "It was part of the play, all right? I'm sorry you're getting all worked up over a bloody kiss--"
"I'm worked up over a bloody kiss because we are both guys, we attend a Catholic school of all places, and you kiss me in front of our whole class for the sake of a laugh!"
Draco was taken aback by this outburst. "I thought you told me you were bi," he said softly.
Harry sighed, running his hand through his unruly raven locks exasperatedly. "I am," he replied quietly. "It's just... you know how most Catholics and Christians, and heck, just people in general are homophobic. Yes, they may have cheered now, but what if they get the idea we're not straight? I wish I had as much courage as you do to not let people get to you because of your orientation, but I'm not ready to tell everyone yet. You've heard of that Matthew Shepherd boy who was killed because he was gay, right? I just don't want either of us to end up like that, because people are too closed-minded to accept that love is blind and doesn't care about what gender the people are."
The blonde smiled gently. "Well, I can't say I regret it, but I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of everyone."
The brunette's eye's widened at his first statement. "What do you mean you don't regret it?" His only answer was a cryptic smile as Draco slung his satchel on his back and walked gracefully out the door.
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Later that night after dinner, Harry sat on the roof of the school, watching the moon start to make its journey across the sky. The cloudy band that was the Milky Way was clearly visible, and every few minutes meteorites would streak through the heavens. The grounds were washed in the silvery light reflected from the moon, transforming the lake waters into mercury. A light breeze playfully ruffled Harry's silken locks as he gazed thoughtfully at the lake. Harry reminisced of the memories he created during his two day coma. Often, Harry was found with his broom sitting on top of the school roof, watching the other houses practice Quidditch until dusk. Then he would go in for dinner, and go back onto the roof and just be. When he was away, he would forget about the difficult Transfiguration spells that had to be invoked just right, to change one object into another. He would also forget about his fate of saving the wizarding world from Voldemort, forget about questioning his sexuality, and instead become part of nature itself. Every breeze he felt, he would make a part of him, and he a part of it. He allowed his imagination to travel along with it, and see lands he could only read about in textbooks.
Even though Harry did not have a broom that actually flew and had to climb the rusty ladder to the top of the building, he still tried to repeat his nightly ritual that he performed at Hogwarts. He tried to make his imagination float along with the breeze, but the memories of that afternoon's Shakespeare class would appear, then vanish fleetingly. Harry groaned in frustration.
'What's my problem?' He thought. 'Draco is one of my best friends. Why the hell am I going back to this? Okay, the images stop now,' he commanded himself. Immediately the memory came up of Draco's soft lips, his gentle kiss, and his strong arms as he held him, supporting him so that he would not fall.
"I give up," he groaned aloud to himself, holding his head in his hands. A soft voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He whipped his head around to see who was there. Draco was crouched down beside him, the argentine light of the moon creating a crown on his silvery-gold hair. The effect made him appear ethereal.
Harry's breath caught in his throat. He then forced himself to speak.
"How'd you know I was up here?"
Draco cocked his head to the side. "This was our hiding place last year from all those annoying seventh years, remember? I went to check on you, and Neville told me you weren't in. Since you were up here so often last year, I figured I should check here first."
Harry's heart rate finally returned to his normal speed. He glanced warily at the distance between himself and the edge of the roof. He was too close to the edge for his comfort. In the past, there had been a rail along the perimeter of the roof, but part of it was damaged by a particularly violent storm over the summer. Now only a fraying, thin rope was the barrier between the roof and falling four stories to immanent death.
"Just... next time, can you make yourself heard? I could have fallen off this roof, you gave me such a fright!"
"Sure thing, Harry," Draco laughed. He then sat down comfortably beside his friend. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's such a waste that everyone's indoors. London's so bright, you'd be lucky to see a star that was brighter than a magnitude two. People really take nature's beauty for granted."
The two sat in companionable silence for a few minutes. 'This is actually nice... and in a weird way, romantic,' Harry thought to himself. A shooting star blazed across the sky.
"Did you see that?" Draco asked, excitedly.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, I did."
"Make a wish."
"What?"
"Make a wish. When you see a shooting star, you make a wish. It's childish, but, who knows? It might come true," Draco said. He then closed his eyes, almost prayerfully.
Harry mentally shrugged, and closed his eyes. 'What do I want to wish for?' He thought. 'I have parents, I have a sibling, I have friends... what else could there be?' Harry opened his eyes again, and glanced at Draco.
The blonde hippie still had his eyes closed, his brows knitted, and his lips pursed. Harry smirked at this.
He looks almost cute... wait, did I just say that? Okay, I'm mooning over my best friend. It's not good to have a crush on your best friend. Nope, nope, nope. Bad Harry. Stop cooing like a lovesick school girl. He then promptly told the voice in his head that suggested he was a lovesick school girl where to put it. Harry continued to gaze at Draco, half wanting to make a wish, half dismissing the thought as frivolous. However, his thoughts flashed back to the kiss, and his body yearned for more, since the giver of the kiss was so close. He tried to think of other time he had felt like this, and nothing came up. Finally, Harry realized what he wanted. He closed his eyes.
I don't want to be lonely.
Harry kept his eyes closed, and opened them a few moments later. The sight that greeted him was Draco staring unabashedly at Harry. Harry nearly scooted backwards under the intensity of the gaze.
"W-what?" he stuttered.
"So, what did you wish for?"
"Uhm..." Harry looked at his friend. Crystal blue eyes gazed back at him. Again, Harry's breath caught in his throat. 'Since when did Draco have such gorgeous eyes?' he asked himself, dizzily.
"Well?" Draco persisted.
"It's nothing important, it's pretty stupid," Harry replied.
"No wish is stupid, Harry."
The raven-haired boy looked away. "I wished that I would never be lonely," he said softly.
Draco scooted closer. "You'll never be lonely."
"How do you know that?"
"I'll make sure of it," Draco whispered.
Suddenly, Draco and Harry's faces were barely a few inches apart. Do I want this? Harry asked himself. Draco's eyes seemed to carry a promise. Harry's mind was saying, You'll get hurt, people won't approve. Harry's heart replied, I don't care. Draco closed the distance between them and kissed Harry sweetly, tenderly. The brunette kissed him back, and slowly slid his arms around Draco's neck as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. Harry tentatively flicked his tongue over Draco's lips. Draco gasped softly, and they both deepened the kiss.
Over head, a shooting star flashed brightly in the sky.
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Saturday morning had the entire student body rushing around the school preparing for the first soccer game between Ignatius and Aloysius. Red and purple flags were waving all around the soccer stadium, and both teams were practicing on the field. After a couple of warm-up runs, the teams stretched and played "Keep Away" to get a feel for the ball.
"Captains!" called Father Snape and Ms. Hooch, the referees for the match.
Oliver looked at Harry. "You and Finnegan, go for me." Harry nodded, and the two boys went to the referees and met with the captains of the Ignatius team. All the soccer uniforms were similar; their jerseys were the colour of their house with their crest on their heart, and their numbers on the front and back. The players' last names were printed on the back of their jersey. The players' shorts and socks were black, and some even put sports tape to add colour and originality.
Ms. Hooch addressed the captains. "You all know the rules of soccer, and even though neither of your teams play as dirty as Gertrude, I'm reminding you, no slide tackling from behind or the side. No jewelry is allowed on the field, so check your teammates and make sure they all remove their watches, necklaces, and whatnot. Also, make sure everyone's shirts are tucked in. Both of us will check cleats to make sure everyone is wearing the correct kind of cleats. Mr. Potter, call out heads or tails." She then took a coin out of her pocket, and flicked it in the air.
"Tails," said Harry.
The tiny coin landed in the grass, and Father Snape picked it up. He smiled at Harry. "Tails, it is. Choose offense or defense."
Harry looked at Seamus. "What do you say?"
Seamus grinned wickedly. "I say, bring it on."
Harry smirked. "Defense, please," he said to the two referees.
Father Snape smiled. "Okay, Harry. I know you'll make James proud."
The captains walked back to their respective teams, Harry wearing a half- astonished look.
George saw Harry's expression. "Anything wrong?"
"I'm never going to get used to Snape, he's too bloody nice!"
The team laughed and continued with their "Keep Away."
Ten minutes later, the players stood gathered in a circle, their hands piled on top of one another. Oliver started chanting, "Back off, We'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone, We know that you are wrong, headstrong, we're headstrong!" The team responded, "Back off, We'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone, I know that you are wrong, and this is not where you belong!" Cheers emitted from the spectators after their chant, and the team took their positions on the field.
Harry looked to Seamus. "Did you guys come up with that?"
Seamus looked back at Harry incredulously. "Are you kidding me? If we did, we'd be filthy rich and famous, rather than stuck here at this sorry excuse of a school. After we win this game, I have to educate you on music."
Both teams were at their starting positions, and Ms. Hooch blew the whistle. Two of the Ignatius forwards advanced, dribbling the ball and passing between the two of them, then passed to the third forward, who had managed to get dangerously close to Aloysius' defense. Fred ran and intercepted the ball from behind, passing to Harry. Harry dribbled the ball with grace and speed, maneuvering around the players with a natural borne agility. Draco watched proudly as Harry chipped the ball to one of their forwards who had managed to get past the defense, scoring the first goal. The crowd roared as the players jogged back to their starting positions.
The game progressed to 3-1 by the last five minutes, and both teams were tiring. Aloysius was starting to slacken the defense, and the offense was not playing the ball long, going against their strategy. Without warning, an Ignatius mid-fielder stole the ball from one of the Aloysius halfbacks, and with a quick long pass to their forwards Ignatius brought the score up to 3-2. Oliver looked positively livid, yelling at his team to get into the game. Before either team could score another goal, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. Both teams congratulated each other on the good game, and Oliver called his team to the side.
"All of you take a seat," he said, barely controlling his anger. The team sat down obediently. "What was that?! Just because we were ahead by two points, does not mean we can loosen up and forget our game plan. Defense, I kept yelling for you to clear the ball when the other team got too close. And what do you do? You play it close, just tapping the ball. Do you know what can happen to a ball that has no power behind it? It gets either stolen or intercepted. And in a few seconds, all our days of training and hard work goes down the drain, all because of the fact you didn't kick the ball hard enough." He looked threateningly at his team. "We may have won, but that was because we were lucky. Next time, we may not be so lucky. You all are off tomorrow, but on Monday be prepared for a hard practice. It will help you all really feel what tired is, and how to play past that. You're all dismissed."
Wearily, the team trudged back to the school. Draco caught up with Harry and put a comforting arm around his shoulder.
"You played very well, I'm proud of you," he said.
Harry smiled tiredly. "Yeah, tell that to Oliver. He has a point, though, if we didn't slacken off, Ignatius wouldn't have scored."
"Don't be so down on yourself. It's the first game, you all have room for improvement. And, as sexy as you look covered in sweat, you need to go shower. You reek."
Harry grinned, blushing at his comment. "Thanks, Draco. That gives me an idea for the future."
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"To hunt you down right after practice just so I can give you a big hug."
"Eugh!"
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Author's note: Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that. My excuse this time is I had my position papers for Model United Nations to write. I'm competing against my boyfriend for position of head delegate, and I have one more paper to write. If any of you guys are competing in the Arkansas MUN this November, I'll see you there! A special thanks goes to Earth Harmony, Trempush, Sardidus-Sky, Baby JJ, and Jade Maxwell ((I'm really interested in your idea for the FAKE fanfic, so if you want to talk about it, just e- mail me)). Thanks also to you peoples who read but haven't had time to review, and also to Trisha, who isn't allowed on ff.net because someone stole her author name and got her in trouble. ; Okay, and since it is past my bed-time, so long!