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cares right? You know I didn't make up these characters and I'm certainly
not trying to profit from writing them. I'm just a very bored person with
too much time on my hands and too many thoughts running through my head.
Enjoy...
Harry made his way down to breakfast from the hospital wing alone but in high spirits. A small smile played on his lips and he just knew something great would happen that day. He couldn't explain the feelings running through his veins at that moment, they certainly had no particular reason to be there but he felt them all the same-alive, free, expectant, ecstatic.
As he entered the Great Hall he automatically walked toward Hermione who sat alone at the end of Gryffindor table. He stopped a few paces away with a jolt, reminding himself of the events Ron had recounted for his the night before. His smile faltered.
Hermione's head rose as she felt Harry standing there, for a brief moment their eyes met. Harry screwed up his face in disgust and stalked away. He never saw the tears welling up in Hermione's eyes as she looked back down at her plate, poking at her scrambled eggs with little interest.
"Oi! Harry! Over here!" Ron called out from the middle of the table where he say across from Dean and Seamus. Harry happily rushed over to plop down near the freckled redhead. His grin was back in full power.
"How you feeling there Harry?" Dean inquired while piling more bacon on his plate. Harry looked across at him and Seamus. Dean smiled brightly and Seamus looked quickly away, had Harry not been so out of the real world he may have taken that action as guilt and been suspicious. As it were, he couldn't dwell on such mundane things, not when his head was so high in the clouds.
"I'm quite fine now, thanks Dean." Harry replied, deciding to discard the first answer that had just about blurt from his mouth-wonderful, fantastic, absolutely brilliant! It seemed a bit over the top at this time of morning.
Harry began humming a little tune as he scooped food onto his plate, a light smile staying fastened to his features. Ron looked at him in a confused manner, but he ignored the other boy's imploring eyes and focused on his breakfast. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. That bacon was wonderful. Those eggs were wonderful. That toast was wonderful. Ron was a wonderful friend, as was Hermi-well, everything else was wonderful, who cared about that? Then Harry paused-a spoonful of scrambled eggs halfway to his plate. Why am I acting so foolish? Why am I so happy? His eyebrows furrowed and his smile fell slightly. I feel almost...euphoric. This is strange. He looked up at Ron and opened his mouth to speak but found his friend's eyes looking right over his shoulder and behind him. Harry turned.
A short gasp hissed through Harry's lips, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. Malfoy was walking toward him, oddly lacking the two cronies who usually stood at the boy's back. A halo of light seemed to surround Malfoy's figure for a moment before fading from Harry's vision. A low warmth spread through his stomach and he found his eyes wandering over Malfoy's approaching form approvingly. Then he caught himself.
What in the bleeding hell? That's your arch nemesis, Harry chided himself, you want to kill him! He rubbed his hands against his eyes and tried looking at Malfoy again. The warmth returned to his stomach in full force, now creating a sort of fuzziness inside him. Well, Draco was sort of attractive wasn't he? What? No! Evil! He'd kill you if he had the chance! But those eyes definitely don't look like they want to hurt you right now, do they?
Before he could debate himself further Draco had stopped before him, the grey eyes devoid of their usual maliciousness. In fact, the other boy was radiating a more welcoming vibe than usual.
Harry was snapped from any further thoughts as Draco locked his eyes and spoke," Meet me outside the Hall after breakfast will you?" the blonde asked, a strange nervousness in his posture that Harry had never seen before, and the grey eyes strangely hopeful.
Apparently Malfoy's body language was lost on Ron, however, who sat on the other side of Harry glaring pointedly.
"What, you want your arse beat before first class?" Ron challenged.
Malfoy's eyes flashed with some of their familiar hatred, they flicked over to Ron," This is none of your business." He spat out.
Redness crept up Ron's face," It bloody well is my business if you're going to threaten my friend." He stood, his hands clenched in fists.
"I threatened no one," Draco's voice lowered to a deadly whisper," and I suggest you shut your gob before your words get you knee deep in trouble you won't be able to handle." He looked back at Harry and his stone eyes softened again," Meet me, will you?"
Ron, enraged, started to take a step towards Malfoy but was stopped when Harry's hand rested firmly on his chest, holding him at bay.
"I'll be there." Harry said clearly to Draco.
Draco's face lit up, it was like the sun had finally decided to shine on him. Harry like this new, transfigured Draco. He liked him a lot. Then the blonde turned and started to walk toward Slytherin table, only to stop after a few paces and turn around once more.
"And Harry?" Draco called," Come alone." Harry nodded once and a his lips quirked up in a smile, Draco returned it before continuing on to his own house table.
"Harry!" Ron complained, bewilderment on his face.
"Sit down Ron, have some toast." Harry's eyes followed Draco until the Slytherin had sat down on the other end of the Hall, only then did he return his attention to his own food.
After a moment Ron couldn't stop himself," You're not actually going to meet him alone are you? That's Malfoy we're talking about! He's probably got an entire trap full of black magic set up already!"
"I'm meeting him Ron, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Harry said adamantly. He looked into his friend's eyes and realized there was no way the boy wouldn't follow him without good reason not to.
"I can't always have you standing over my shoulder like a mother hen protecting her eggs Ron. It's time to show Malfoy I'm not afraid of him." Harry pulled the excuse out of thin air, knowing full well that was not why he wanted to meet Draco alone.
Ron seemed to pause for a moment and think this over," Yeah, yeah good idea. Show the bastard you really are tougher than him." He mulled over the thought for a few more moments before muttering," Good. I have this last minute essay I need to work on anyway.
Harry knew full well the essay Ron spoke of, he had yet to finish it as well. But he had to meet with the mysterious new Draco, and at the moment that seemed a much more sensible idea than doing homework. What did Draco want? If the look in his eyes was any indication he definitely didn't want to hurt Harry. But could that be a trick? It had seemed sincere. Harry found himself really, really wanting to believe that Draco meant well. The fuzziness inside him demanded him to believe in the new Draco. So he would, his gut had never led him astray before.
Harry glanced sideways at Ron and as if on cue the redhead spoke up," I hope you kick his arse bad this time Harry," he seemed intent on murdering his toast with a fork, digging the prongs into the crunchy food and ripping it apart," Real bad."
Harry didn't reply. In fact he pretty much didn't talk to his friends for the rest of breakfast. Every once in a while he would look over at Slytherin table, most of the time meeting Draco's eyes and turning away blushing. Thank the gods Ron was sort of thick or he would have noticed his friend's strange behavior. As it were the redhead stood up quickly, five minutes before the end of breakfast and rushed off to the library with a quick goodbye to Harry and a glare across the Hall at Draco.
Once Ron was out of sight Harry stood as well. He couldn't wait another moment. He said goodbye to Dean and Seamus and looked over at Slytherin table to make sure Draco saw him leaving. He then walked toward the entrance of the Great Hall, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth again as he saw Draco rise and follow his lead out of his peripheral vision.
Draco sat at Slytherin table across from his thuggish yesmen taking small bites of toast without actually being hungry. He couldn't believe himself. He had actually asked Harry to meet him, and Harry had agreed! A pleasant warmness had settled itself permanently in the pit of his stomach.
He couldn't remove his eyes from Gryffindor table. Every once in a while Harry would look up at Draco with those beautiful emerald jewels before looking away abashedly, an adorable flush creeping up the boy's cheeks. The action tugged at Draco's heart, a heart which had been so cold and empty for so long that the newfound feeling was almost bursting it at the seams. Draco couldn't believe this was happening. He had fallen for his worst enemy, and was loving every moment of it. Life was...good, for once. He only hoped that the feeling would continue, he hoped Harry would somehow look past the last six and a half years and see Draco for who he was this moment. He only hoped that when they met they could cast aside their differences and hatred as Draco so wanted to.
Harry stood across the Hall, pulling Draco's attention to him, then began walking toward the entrance of the Hall. Immediately Draco stood and rushed towards the entrance as well, away from the inquiring yells of his fellow Slytherins. He had no time for their questions right then.
When Draco was out of the Great Hall he searched wildly for a moment before setting eyes on Harry. He ran to the brunette who looked at him in bewilderment, then grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him through a hallway to the right of the stairs and then took another right and a left into a secluded hallway away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the school.
Harry's eyes opened wide in hurt and comprehension, the hallway they now stood in was the same one they had dueled in not three days ago. Draco noticed Harry's look and spoke before the other boy had a chance to.
"I don't intend on dueling with you Harry, or fighting with you ever again. I chose this hallway for the privacy." Draco raised his hand to Harry's cheek and looked deep into the emerald pools of Harry's eyes.
Harry was obviously hesitant to ask what next came out of his mouth," Wh- why do we need privacy?"
Draco could have cried in endearment for the innocence of the Boy-Who- Lived. The answer the boy sought could so simply be found in his grey eyes if Harry would only search.
Draco brought his hand away from Harry's soft cheek to hold the boy's hand softly.
"There's something I really need to tell you," Draco whispered," something you need to know."
"What?" Harry asked in a hushed voice as well, finding himself moving closer and closer to Draco.
Still looking deeply into Harry's eyes, Draco poured his soul out," I'm sorry for everything; for the things I've said, the things I've done. I'm- I'm in love with you Harry. I don't know how I suddenly discovered this, or why, but I know it's real. It's real in my heart, which I wish to share with you completely if you'd let me."
Harry's eyes were wide in astonishment, his mouth parted in a silent "oh", but Draco continued on," I know I don't deserve you, for the way I've been... I would understand completely if you shoved me away right this instant. But first you've got to know...I love you. I really love you Harry, truly and deeply, and I'll be completely lost from hereforth without you." Draco went silent, his grey eyes, so cold for so long, now portraying feelings better than any words could explain.
For moments that seemed like eternity they simply stared into each others' eyes. Than Harry whispered," I don't know how I can trust you, I've loathed you for so long..." Draco looked down, tears popping into his eyes, which angered him; a Malfoy does not cry, does not. Than he felt a finger under his chin, and Harry tipped his face back up and continued," I don't know how I can trust you, but I do. Draco, I think I love you too." The emerald eyes were so open, so vulnerable.
A thought popped into Draco's mind, he had never heard Harry use his first name, six and a half years and all he had heard from that mouth was a scornful Malfoy. That alone made all his emotions crash forth, he leaned in the very short distance that now separated them and met Harry's lips. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and tingled as Harry's arms wrapped around his neck, bringing their bodies flush. All the animosity that had ever been between them seemed to float away, everything was perfect. Lips massaged lips and tongues probed, first frantically needy, then becoming softer. They quickly adapted to breathing through their noses, feeling the hot spouts of breath on each others' already hot cheeks. Neither seemed to want to separate for anything as desire flowed through them, directing their movements. Harry traced circles on the back of Draco's neck, tickling sensitive skin, and Draco's hands crawled under Harry's shirt, massaging the taught skin of his back. Both boys could feel their hardness pressed against the others' and slightly, barely noticeably, began sliding their hips back and forth in a rhythmic way causing much wanted friction.
Suddenly Harry broke the kiss and raised his head to look over Draco's shoulder," Did you hear something?" he asked.
Draco was shocked from the sudden loss of Harry's lips against his own and reluctantly swiveled his head to look behind him as well," No, like what?"
"Like the clink of armor." Harry said, looking back into Draco's eyes as the blond faced him again.
"No I didn't." Draco answered truthfully and continued in a disappointed sort of tone," But it's probably time to go to first class by now." Draco's heart protested, refusing to allow him to let go of Harry, but he knew he couldn't be late to Transfiguration again of McGonagall would fail him.
Harry didn't make a move to let go either but said," Yeah, it probably is."
Draco really didn't want to leave," Where are you off to?" he asked, stalling for time.
"History of Magic." Harry replied, the very nature of his eyes telling Draco he didn't want to leave either.
Draco cursed silently, that was all the way on the other side of the school from his class. "Well," he sighed," meet me here before lunch then, will you?"
Harry looked at him like he was silly for asking such a thing." Of course."
Reluctantly their arms left each other and they began walking towards their classes, taking one last deep look into each others' eyes as they went their separate ways.
Ron stepped out from behind a suit of armor, his face red with rage and confusion. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, it couldn't possibly be true. Harry and...and...Draco? Together? Companionably? This was sick. A sick nightmare. The kind that you can't wake up from. It had to be, right? Ron pinched himself just to make sure, almost angry with himself for making the situation more real when a small bolt of pain shot through his nerves. This was ridiculous! He felt like he needed to hurl! Had Harry lost his mind? What was Draco playing at? It had to be a spell. But why would Draco ever cast a spell to make Harry fall in love with him? He wouldn't...he just...wouldn't, Ron was almost positive. Then a thought struck him – Hermione. She loved to meddle in things. This is just the sort of thing she would find sick pleasure in doing, Ron was sure of it. He spat on the ground in memory of his former friend. That bitch. He would find her, she would fix this. She had better.
A/N Well, what did you think? Good? Bad? Send a review, I love to read them. Flames are cool as long as they're constructive and you're telling me exactly what I'm doing wrong and what you suggest to fix it. Otherwise keep your big fat mouth shut. Thank you!
Harry made his way down to breakfast from the hospital wing alone but in high spirits. A small smile played on his lips and he just knew something great would happen that day. He couldn't explain the feelings running through his veins at that moment, they certainly had no particular reason to be there but he felt them all the same-alive, free, expectant, ecstatic.
As he entered the Great Hall he automatically walked toward Hermione who sat alone at the end of Gryffindor table. He stopped a few paces away with a jolt, reminding himself of the events Ron had recounted for his the night before. His smile faltered.
Hermione's head rose as she felt Harry standing there, for a brief moment their eyes met. Harry screwed up his face in disgust and stalked away. He never saw the tears welling up in Hermione's eyes as she looked back down at her plate, poking at her scrambled eggs with little interest.
"Oi! Harry! Over here!" Ron called out from the middle of the table where he say across from Dean and Seamus. Harry happily rushed over to plop down near the freckled redhead. His grin was back in full power.
"How you feeling there Harry?" Dean inquired while piling more bacon on his plate. Harry looked across at him and Seamus. Dean smiled brightly and Seamus looked quickly away, had Harry not been so out of the real world he may have taken that action as guilt and been suspicious. As it were, he couldn't dwell on such mundane things, not when his head was so high in the clouds.
"I'm quite fine now, thanks Dean." Harry replied, deciding to discard the first answer that had just about blurt from his mouth-wonderful, fantastic, absolutely brilliant! It seemed a bit over the top at this time of morning.
Harry began humming a little tune as he scooped food onto his plate, a light smile staying fastened to his features. Ron looked at him in a confused manner, but he ignored the other boy's imploring eyes and focused on his breakfast. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. That bacon was wonderful. Those eggs were wonderful. That toast was wonderful. Ron was a wonderful friend, as was Hermi-well, everything else was wonderful, who cared about that? Then Harry paused-a spoonful of scrambled eggs halfway to his plate. Why am I acting so foolish? Why am I so happy? His eyebrows furrowed and his smile fell slightly. I feel almost...euphoric. This is strange. He looked up at Ron and opened his mouth to speak but found his friend's eyes looking right over his shoulder and behind him. Harry turned.
A short gasp hissed through Harry's lips, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. Malfoy was walking toward him, oddly lacking the two cronies who usually stood at the boy's back. A halo of light seemed to surround Malfoy's figure for a moment before fading from Harry's vision. A low warmth spread through his stomach and he found his eyes wandering over Malfoy's approaching form approvingly. Then he caught himself.
What in the bleeding hell? That's your arch nemesis, Harry chided himself, you want to kill him! He rubbed his hands against his eyes and tried looking at Malfoy again. The warmth returned to his stomach in full force, now creating a sort of fuzziness inside him. Well, Draco was sort of attractive wasn't he? What? No! Evil! He'd kill you if he had the chance! But those eyes definitely don't look like they want to hurt you right now, do they?
Before he could debate himself further Draco had stopped before him, the grey eyes devoid of their usual maliciousness. In fact, the other boy was radiating a more welcoming vibe than usual.
Harry was snapped from any further thoughts as Draco locked his eyes and spoke," Meet me outside the Hall after breakfast will you?" the blonde asked, a strange nervousness in his posture that Harry had never seen before, and the grey eyes strangely hopeful.
Apparently Malfoy's body language was lost on Ron, however, who sat on the other side of Harry glaring pointedly.
"What, you want your arse beat before first class?" Ron challenged.
Malfoy's eyes flashed with some of their familiar hatred, they flicked over to Ron," This is none of your business." He spat out.
Redness crept up Ron's face," It bloody well is my business if you're going to threaten my friend." He stood, his hands clenched in fists.
"I threatened no one," Draco's voice lowered to a deadly whisper," and I suggest you shut your gob before your words get you knee deep in trouble you won't be able to handle." He looked back at Harry and his stone eyes softened again," Meet me, will you?"
Ron, enraged, started to take a step towards Malfoy but was stopped when Harry's hand rested firmly on his chest, holding him at bay.
"I'll be there." Harry said clearly to Draco.
Draco's face lit up, it was like the sun had finally decided to shine on him. Harry like this new, transfigured Draco. He liked him a lot. Then the blonde turned and started to walk toward Slytherin table, only to stop after a few paces and turn around once more.
"And Harry?" Draco called," Come alone." Harry nodded once and a his lips quirked up in a smile, Draco returned it before continuing on to his own house table.
"Harry!" Ron complained, bewilderment on his face.
"Sit down Ron, have some toast." Harry's eyes followed Draco until the Slytherin had sat down on the other end of the Hall, only then did he return his attention to his own food.
After a moment Ron couldn't stop himself," You're not actually going to meet him alone are you? That's Malfoy we're talking about! He's probably got an entire trap full of black magic set up already!"
"I'm meeting him Ron, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Harry said adamantly. He looked into his friend's eyes and realized there was no way the boy wouldn't follow him without good reason not to.
"I can't always have you standing over my shoulder like a mother hen protecting her eggs Ron. It's time to show Malfoy I'm not afraid of him." Harry pulled the excuse out of thin air, knowing full well that was not why he wanted to meet Draco alone.
Ron seemed to pause for a moment and think this over," Yeah, yeah good idea. Show the bastard you really are tougher than him." He mulled over the thought for a few more moments before muttering," Good. I have this last minute essay I need to work on anyway.
Harry knew full well the essay Ron spoke of, he had yet to finish it as well. But he had to meet with the mysterious new Draco, and at the moment that seemed a much more sensible idea than doing homework. What did Draco want? If the look in his eyes was any indication he definitely didn't want to hurt Harry. But could that be a trick? It had seemed sincere. Harry found himself really, really wanting to believe that Draco meant well. The fuzziness inside him demanded him to believe in the new Draco. So he would, his gut had never led him astray before.
Harry glanced sideways at Ron and as if on cue the redhead spoke up," I hope you kick his arse bad this time Harry," he seemed intent on murdering his toast with a fork, digging the prongs into the crunchy food and ripping it apart," Real bad."
Harry didn't reply. In fact he pretty much didn't talk to his friends for the rest of breakfast. Every once in a while he would look over at Slytherin table, most of the time meeting Draco's eyes and turning away blushing. Thank the gods Ron was sort of thick or he would have noticed his friend's strange behavior. As it were the redhead stood up quickly, five minutes before the end of breakfast and rushed off to the library with a quick goodbye to Harry and a glare across the Hall at Draco.
Once Ron was out of sight Harry stood as well. He couldn't wait another moment. He said goodbye to Dean and Seamus and looked over at Slytherin table to make sure Draco saw him leaving. He then walked toward the entrance of the Great Hall, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth again as he saw Draco rise and follow his lead out of his peripheral vision.
Draco sat at Slytherin table across from his thuggish yesmen taking small bites of toast without actually being hungry. He couldn't believe himself. He had actually asked Harry to meet him, and Harry had agreed! A pleasant warmness had settled itself permanently in the pit of his stomach.
He couldn't remove his eyes from Gryffindor table. Every once in a while Harry would look up at Draco with those beautiful emerald jewels before looking away abashedly, an adorable flush creeping up the boy's cheeks. The action tugged at Draco's heart, a heart which had been so cold and empty for so long that the newfound feeling was almost bursting it at the seams. Draco couldn't believe this was happening. He had fallen for his worst enemy, and was loving every moment of it. Life was...good, for once. He only hoped that the feeling would continue, he hoped Harry would somehow look past the last six and a half years and see Draco for who he was this moment. He only hoped that when they met they could cast aside their differences and hatred as Draco so wanted to.
Harry stood across the Hall, pulling Draco's attention to him, then began walking toward the entrance of the Hall. Immediately Draco stood and rushed towards the entrance as well, away from the inquiring yells of his fellow Slytherins. He had no time for their questions right then.
When Draco was out of the Great Hall he searched wildly for a moment before setting eyes on Harry. He ran to the brunette who looked at him in bewilderment, then grabbed the boy's hand and dragged him through a hallway to the right of the stairs and then took another right and a left into a secluded hallway away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the school.
Harry's eyes opened wide in hurt and comprehension, the hallway they now stood in was the same one they had dueled in not three days ago. Draco noticed Harry's look and spoke before the other boy had a chance to.
"I don't intend on dueling with you Harry, or fighting with you ever again. I chose this hallway for the privacy." Draco raised his hand to Harry's cheek and looked deep into the emerald pools of Harry's eyes.
Harry was obviously hesitant to ask what next came out of his mouth," Wh- why do we need privacy?"
Draco could have cried in endearment for the innocence of the Boy-Who- Lived. The answer the boy sought could so simply be found in his grey eyes if Harry would only search.
Draco brought his hand away from Harry's soft cheek to hold the boy's hand softly.
"There's something I really need to tell you," Draco whispered," something you need to know."
"What?" Harry asked in a hushed voice as well, finding himself moving closer and closer to Draco.
Still looking deeply into Harry's eyes, Draco poured his soul out," I'm sorry for everything; for the things I've said, the things I've done. I'm- I'm in love with you Harry. I don't know how I suddenly discovered this, or why, but I know it's real. It's real in my heart, which I wish to share with you completely if you'd let me."
Harry's eyes were wide in astonishment, his mouth parted in a silent "oh", but Draco continued on," I know I don't deserve you, for the way I've been... I would understand completely if you shoved me away right this instant. But first you've got to know...I love you. I really love you Harry, truly and deeply, and I'll be completely lost from hereforth without you." Draco went silent, his grey eyes, so cold for so long, now portraying feelings better than any words could explain.
For moments that seemed like eternity they simply stared into each others' eyes. Than Harry whispered," I don't know how I can trust you, I've loathed you for so long..." Draco looked down, tears popping into his eyes, which angered him; a Malfoy does not cry, does not. Than he felt a finger under his chin, and Harry tipped his face back up and continued," I don't know how I can trust you, but I do. Draco, I think I love you too." The emerald eyes were so open, so vulnerable.
A thought popped into Draco's mind, he had never heard Harry use his first name, six and a half years and all he had heard from that mouth was a scornful Malfoy. That alone made all his emotions crash forth, he leaned in the very short distance that now separated them and met Harry's lips. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and tingled as Harry's arms wrapped around his neck, bringing their bodies flush. All the animosity that had ever been between them seemed to float away, everything was perfect. Lips massaged lips and tongues probed, first frantically needy, then becoming softer. They quickly adapted to breathing through their noses, feeling the hot spouts of breath on each others' already hot cheeks. Neither seemed to want to separate for anything as desire flowed through them, directing their movements. Harry traced circles on the back of Draco's neck, tickling sensitive skin, and Draco's hands crawled under Harry's shirt, massaging the taught skin of his back. Both boys could feel their hardness pressed against the others' and slightly, barely noticeably, began sliding their hips back and forth in a rhythmic way causing much wanted friction.
Suddenly Harry broke the kiss and raised his head to look over Draco's shoulder," Did you hear something?" he asked.
Draco was shocked from the sudden loss of Harry's lips against his own and reluctantly swiveled his head to look behind him as well," No, like what?"
"Like the clink of armor." Harry said, looking back into Draco's eyes as the blond faced him again.
"No I didn't." Draco answered truthfully and continued in a disappointed sort of tone," But it's probably time to go to first class by now." Draco's heart protested, refusing to allow him to let go of Harry, but he knew he couldn't be late to Transfiguration again of McGonagall would fail him.
Harry didn't make a move to let go either but said," Yeah, it probably is."
Draco really didn't want to leave," Where are you off to?" he asked, stalling for time.
"History of Magic." Harry replied, the very nature of his eyes telling Draco he didn't want to leave either.
Draco cursed silently, that was all the way on the other side of the school from his class. "Well," he sighed," meet me here before lunch then, will you?"
Harry looked at him like he was silly for asking such a thing." Of course."
Reluctantly their arms left each other and they began walking towards their classes, taking one last deep look into each others' eyes as they went their separate ways.
Ron stepped out from behind a suit of armor, his face red with rage and confusion. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, it couldn't possibly be true. Harry and...and...Draco? Together? Companionably? This was sick. A sick nightmare. The kind that you can't wake up from. It had to be, right? Ron pinched himself just to make sure, almost angry with himself for making the situation more real when a small bolt of pain shot through his nerves. This was ridiculous! He felt like he needed to hurl! Had Harry lost his mind? What was Draco playing at? It had to be a spell. But why would Draco ever cast a spell to make Harry fall in love with him? He wouldn't...he just...wouldn't, Ron was almost positive. Then a thought struck him – Hermione. She loved to meddle in things. This is just the sort of thing she would find sick pleasure in doing, Ron was sure of it. He spat on the ground in memory of his former friend. That bitch. He would find her, she would fix this. She had better.
A/N Well, what did you think? Good? Bad? Send a review, I love to read them. Flames are cool as long as they're constructive and you're telling me exactly what I'm doing wrong and what you suggest to fix it. Otherwise keep your big fat mouth shut. Thank you!