A/N: I know it took me forever… But enjoy anyway!!
Chapter Eleven
The First
"You're dad sent for me," he smiled down at me. "Love the pj's."
"Oh my gosh," I said suddenly aware that I was in my pyjamas. "I'll be right back, feel free to go in, eh?"
I ran back upstairs and changed again. I threw on an old black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I ran a comb threw my hair, but I did not slick it back. I just let it fall like it would naturally. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and dashed back downstairs. I found Harry and dad sitting in awkward silence both sipping hot chocolate. I really hoped dad did not give Harry the third degree.
"Well this doesn't look very happy for Christmas," I said matter-of-factly. Harry turned around and smiled.
"Oh, it is," he said happily.
"So, was this premeditated or was it a spur of the moment thing?" I asked.
"Oh, premeditated all the way," Dad smiled. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Okay then," I said as I sat down at the table. We all sat in awkward silence.
"Well, I have to go check the… Yeah," Dad said as casually as possible and left us in a hurry.
"Anyway," I said lightly.
"Merry Christmas," Harry said quietly as he kissed me.
"Merry Christmas," I whispered, as he pulled away, with my eyes still closed.
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The day went by quick enough. Harry and Dad got along well enough. They did have a heated argument about Quidditch though. It was funny, actually. We ate our dinner in the main dining room. The chandelier had snow falling from it that disappeared just before it touched anything. Soon we were sitting down to open the presents Harry and I had gotten each other and the ones I had gotten dad.
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"Thank you!" Dad said as he opened his box of fizzing whizzbees. "I needed some more of them."
"I thought you did," I laughed. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. If we were older, I probably would have flipped but it was not that anyway.
"I hope you like it," he said as he handed the box to me. I opened it and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a small diamond shaped crystal. It floated just above the cloth of the box. Inside it swirled the colours of our houses. Silver, gold, red, and green. It seems we had the same idea in our heads. "It's magnificent. Thank you so much."
He smiled his brilliant smile that seemed to light up his whole face. Then, he hugged me and I pulled out what I had gotten him. I handed him the small chest and the wrapped box. Grinning, he preceded to open the box of chocolate frogs.
"My favourite!" He said forgetting himself. He then moved to the small chest. He unlatched the top and opened it. His jaw dropped slightly in surprise or awe, I really couldn't tell. He lovingly picked up the thin bracelet and inspected it.
"It's not much," I began.
"It's perfect," he finished.
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I have never seen him without that bracelet. It has become a part of him. I was so glad that he cherished something that he received from me. It made me so happy that he and dad seemed to get along. Even with their previous history. The evening passed without any occurrence, we just talked. When it was time to turn in for the night was a different story entirely.
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I yawned and covered it with my hand.
"You're tired?" Harry stated more than asked. I shook my head.
"No, I'm not," I answered sleepily. Both Harry and Dad sighed quietly.
"Come now, Draco, you're acting like a child," Dad stated gently.
"No, I'm not," I huffed.
"Yes, you are," Harry said as he stood up and let me flop to the couch on my side. "Come on. Go to bed."
I looked over at dad who nodded.
"Go on you two," he said and he winked at me. "I trust you can find Harry some where to sleep?"
We both blushed and I nodded. I took Harry by the hand, led him out of the living room and up the stairs. We stepped up each stair, hand in hand. We walked slowly and cautiously. I led him to the end of the long corridor and around the corner. I reached out to turn the doorknob when he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him, questioningly.
"I have a surprise for you," he stated. I just looked at him confused. "Just stay out here. I'll be five minutes. Tops."
"O.k. then," I said as he left me.
I heard him unzip something, then scuffling and running around. I heard 'inflamare' and even a little swearing. I leaned against the door. I had suddenly caught a second wind. I was drumming my fingertips on the door and I heard Harry call, 'One more second!' Suddenly, the door opened and I nearly fell in.
"Close your eyes," he said softly. I complied, he took my hand and he led me into my room. I heard soft piano and violin music, coming from the corner and the scent of faint vanilla hung in the air. "O.k. open you're eyes."
Again, I complied and when I did so, I gasped. Every inch of my room, that had a flat surface, was covered in pure white candles. The flame cast a golden glow over the stones of the floor. When I looked back at Harry he was smiling and pointing up. I looked up and the ceiling mirrored the night sky.
"Oh, Harry! It's beautiful!" I said as I looked around my room again.
"Just like you," he said honestly. I blushed and looked down at my hands. "I never knew you could be so shy."
"Yes, well, there are many things lots of people don't know about me," I answered with my head still down. He walked over to me and took me into his arms.
"And I don't want to be one of those people," he said softly into my ear. That was the second time I've heard him so sincere. I took a deep breath to recompose myself and then I looked up into his emerald green eyes. "May I have this dance?"
I smiled and nodded. He put his hands on my waist and we began to sway, slowly, to the music. Cautiously, I put my forehead in the hollow of his neck. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I love you," I whispered against the pale flesh of his throat. I felt him shiver and goose bumps rise on his skin. I do not really know why I said it then. I think it just felt right.
"I love you, too," he said softly as we continued to dance. I stepped back a few inches to look into his emerald green eyes. He smiled softly before he brought his lips down on mine.
We kissed fervently and time lost all meaning. His tongue roamed my mouth; I loved the way he tasted. I slid my hands up his shirt and massaged the, Quidditch hardened, muscles of his chest. I soon removed his entire shirt. He was in the process of doing the same to me when I stopped him.
"What's wrong?" He asked quite breathlessly, hands still wandering.
"We can't do this. Not here," I said quietly, just as breathless, not taking my hands of him.
"Why not?" He asked softly.
"My dad. He's just down the hall. He'll hear us," I whispered.
"I can fix that," he stated, as he pulled his wand out from his robes. "Silenceacare! There, he can't hear us," He stated softly. Of course, I did not believe him. Silencing spells were for sixth years. "You don't believe me, do you?"
"Not really, no," I said as I shook my head ever so slightly. He huffed.
"Fine, go out there and I'll scream as loud as I can. Leave the door open to further my point," he said pointedly and I had to laugh at him. So, I went outside and he screamed until he was blue in the face. I went back into the room, staring at him, blatantly disbelieving. He laughed. "Told you so."
"I guess you did," I said lightly. He walked to me, took my hand and led me to the bed. I slid onto it nervously. He followed and straddled me.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked seeing my nervousness. I nodded. He proceeded to kiss me. Just before everything got too much he whispered, "I cannot believe my only love was born from my only hate."
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A/N: That last line there, is from Romeo and Juliet, or something Like that…. You know who owns Romeo and Juliet right? Anyway, how was that? There is an unedited version for those of you who wish it. I am sooo sick, not in the head, I've got a cold… Lol… It sucks… I am so tired but I wrote it for you, my adoring public! Lol, seriously though, I am so glad all of you are enjoying this. I know this part came a little earlier than one might expect, but they are guys… lol… No offence! Anyway, I say anyway a lot. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing… Luv Gia
P.S. Who thinks I should make a companion piece to this in Harry's point of view?… Review and tell me!! : )