PART TWO:
It had been cold when I woke up, though the fireplace in the dorm room was still lit, and I groaned. Turning onto my side, I buired my head further into my pillow and tried in vian to go back to sleep. It wasn't going to happen. Today my body was determined to stay awake, even if it was only six-thirty in the morning.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, ignoring the snores of my roommates as I passed by them. The tiled floor was cold to the touch, and I shuddered against the cold as my feet attempted to get used to the feeling. I suddenly wished, and not of the first time, that I had been placed in a different house. Sure the Slytherin house was where I was destined to be in, but it was so fucking cold most of the time that I never really wanted to spend any real amount of time down here.
Yawning as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I stripped out of my boxers and t-shirt and stepped into the shower. The water was hot, and it warmed me up in no time as I stood motionlessly under it. I didn't stay in long, as I didn't want to get pruny, and I grabbed a large fluffy blue towel to wrap around myself. I went over to the mirror and wiped the steam from the glass, examining my reflection crictically.
People may say that I'm vain, and I concentrate to much on my looks, but they couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure I took some care in the way that I looked, though most of the time it just seemed like a fluke to me. My hair has always been straight and soft, and my skin has always been pale. Not stickly so, but pale enough, and I must admit that I like it that way. The sun has never been my friend. The few friends that I have tell me that I'm too skinny, and that I should gain more weight. I tell them to fuck off. Have you ever tried to gain weight when all the food you put into your body just gets drawn up into your metabolism? My body won't allow me to gain anything. I'll be slender all my life. Much to the distain of my father, who seems to think that slender men are weak and inferior.
Sighing, I brushed my teeth quickly and re-entered the dorm room. After putting on new boxers and changing into a pair of jeans, a sweater and grabbing my favorite black scarf, I put my shoes on and headed out. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I didn't really care at this point. Anywhere was better than that freezing death trap the school called a dormatory.
I found myself down near the Quidditch pitch, my feet absently kicking at some loose stones, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans. The light cool wind blew the hair, which was completely dry now, away from my forehead and left me feeling slightly light headed. I wasn't sure how long I had been walking, but when I came to a stop at the edge of the lake, I sighed and looked around me. There was a light mist on the water, and I could see the slight ripples in the calm glassy surface breaking as the giant squid who lived in the lake swam by.
Sitting down on the grassy bank, I pulled my legs to my chest and crossed my ankles, letting my arms wrap around my shins and my head rest on my knees. Random thoughts shot through my head as I sat there listening to the sounds of morning, some irratating as hell like those bloody chipmunks, or the soothing souds of the loons on the lake. And contrary to everyone's beliefs, the gaint squid did not make a meal out of them.
At first I thought about how well I was going to do on my NEWTS, then that faded away to graduation, and the fact that I didn't even know what I wanted to when I left Hogwarts. Part of me wanted to stay here forever, and part of me wanted to leave England entirely to travel the world. The part of me that wanted to stay knew it was because of the few friends, the few true friends, that I had made here. Blaise was my bestfriend, as he had been with me through the six years at Hogwarts, ever since I met him that first day on the Hogwarts Express. Crabbe and Goyle were no longer my freinds, just acquaintances, and we were never more than polite to each other. Surprisingly enough, the rest of my friends weren't in my own house, but in Gryffindor. Ginny Weaslely, who had been dating Blaise for close to five months, was one of those people. Though truthfully, it had taken me a long time to warm up to her. Herminoe Granger, and even more surprising than Ginny, Seamus Finnagin, were also my friends.
Though I only have four people that I call my friends, there are times when I know that even they aren't enough to fill the void in my heart. That seemingly gaping wound in my soul that was always on the search for the person that will make me whole. I've been through six, going on seven, years of school without kowing what it was like to love someone with a reckless abandonment that you only acquire when you're head over heels for that person. Though I was brought up in a household that doesn't put love as a high priority, I know that I need it, and crave it. My father and mother may be able to be with eachother without love, but I can't knowingly give my heart to someone who I don't care for. I thought that I would end up spending the rest of my life looking for that one person that would love me for me, criminally insane family members and all. I never thought that I would find that person here, or that said person was right under my nose, figuratively speaking, the whole time.
Harry Potter.
I loved him, more than any one person I knew. It was that simple. I loved the way that he walked, the way he brushed the ever tousled hair from his emerald green eyes. Even the way he held a cereal spoon at breakfast. I found myself watching him almost every chance that I got, and that was quite often this year, as the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses shared most of our classes together. It had been near the end of sixth year when I fell head over heels in love with Harry, and even though I know it sounds so cliche, I think that I lost a piece of my heart to him that day.
I can still remember the times when I couldn't wait to insult the black haired boy, or get him into trouble, laughing snobbishly with Crabbe and Goyle when he was. Looking back now, I regret that I was so rude to him. I know I could have made more of an effort to be nicer, and not the smartass little shit that I made myself to be, but he frustrated me to no end when he refused my first attempt at friendship. I don't think, even to this day, that Harry knows how much he hurt me when he said he didn't want to be my friend.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair, twining a strand of it through my pale fingers. I knew that Harry would never look at me with anything but hatred, and who could blame him? But even though that was true, I still watched him. He was always so happy when I saw him, and it wasn't until just recently that I noticed he wasn't eating much, and that he looked like he never got enough sleep the night before. He didn't seem to be the same boy that I had come to enjoy watching. He was loosing his spark, not that it made me love him any less. On the contrary. I loved him more, for all I wanted to do was hold him and sooth away whatever it was that was making him sad.
".... As if he would ever let me....." I muttered under my breath.
I sat for a little while longer until the cold became too much for me, and I stood, deciding that I would head up to the school for an early breakfast. I hadn't gotten more than twenty feet away from where I had been sitting when I saw two figures sitting down near the edge of the water. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was Ginny Weasley and Harry. Ginny, I knew, would have been coming back from spending the night with Blaise, as he had told me last night he was going out with her and wouldn't be back until the next day sometime.
It looked as though they were having a discussion about something, and I found myself become instantly possessive when Ginny hit Harry's shoulder and he clutched at it. Not that I could tell him I didn't like the way that the short red haired girl always hit him, as he believed that I would rather be the one to hit him.
Sighing, I watched Harry from my safe vantage point on the hill. He was sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, a position that made him look vulnerable. I could see his eternally messy black hair blowing slightly in the cold morning breeze, and I suddenly found myself wondering if he knew he was georgous, both inside and out. With his bright green eyes, black hair, lean body, and quick witted humor that always seemed to catch most people off guard, he was definately one guy that anyone would want. Not that he would ever notice that.
Suddenly, as I was caught up in my thoughts of a delicious Harry dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants, said person was headed up in my direction. I panicked. What if he knew I was watching him? What if he thought I was down here to cause trouble for him? Of course, he may just think that I was out taking an innocent walk, but what were the chances of that happening?
Taking a deep breath, I opted for the later idea, and began walking slowly towards Harry, intent on just passing him by. Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
We ran right into eachother, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Don't you ever watch where you're going Potter?" I instantly regretted it, as Harry visably winced at the name. I wanted to take it back, beg for forgiveness, but I couldn't. He would laugh at me.
"Why didn't you notice me?" Harry asked, and I tore myself away from my inner rantings, "am I the only one that has to watch where their going?"
Again, the old Malfoy 'charm' hit in full force, "Why should I move for you?" I asked, mentally slapping myself again.
Harry practically wilted, and he repiled, "Why should you indeed." he turned to leave.
I immediately grabbed Harry's hand in my own, silently enjoying the feel of his Qudditch roughened hand in my own. To my amazement, he didn't pull away. He let me hold onto his hand to keep him here with me. "Potter, what's wrong with you?"
Harry looked at me with his green eyes, and said with a little bit of venom, "Nothing. Why do you care?"
I wanted to tell him how much I actually did care, but knew I wasn't that brave. Not right now. So instead, I settled for stating the facts as I saw them, "You've become depressing Potter. Moping around the castle, not noticing things around you. Hell, you don't even eat as much as you used to!" I watched Harry as his eyes searched mine, then continued, "you don't hang out with Weasley or Granger as much either. Now tell me what's wrong with you."
Harry opened his mouth, presumably to tell me off, but no sound came out. I noticed that his eyes seemed to soften, and my hand suddenly raised on it's own, and I found myself brushing the black locks of hair away from Harry's forehead. I didn't even let my eyes flicker to the scar there. In a quiet voice, I asked, "Harry, tell me what's wrong. Please?" it was almost a plea.
Harry started, but didn't pull away, and I wondered why. Then it hit me. I had used his first name. I never used his first name before, as I was always to scared to.
"Why won't you talk to me?" I asked after a moment of prolonged silence.
When Harry answered, his voice was strained, "Draco...... I'm scared."
I was a little startled when he used my first name, but shoved that aside and asked, "Of what?" there was no criticism in my tone, and I saw that Harry knew that too.
He took a deep breath and replied, "You. I'm scared of you."
"Me?" I asked, confused, "why are you scared of me?"
Harry swallowed, "I'm scared of you because....." he trailed off, seemingly uncertain of what to say.
"Becasue.......?" I prompted, expecting Harry to say something important, but not at all prepared for what he would tell me.
"Becuase...." his voice was quiet and full of emoton, "I.....I..... love you."
I was speachless. He loved me. For a moment, I forgot to breath. He loved me. I couldn't do anything but look up into his eyes, as he was a bit taller than me, and stare. My voice wasn't working, and my heart was pounding so hard that I wondered if Harry could hear it.
"...I... I...h-have to go...." Harry stuttered as he tugged his hand out of mine, turning on his heel and striding away from me.
In a blink of an eye, I came to my senses and took off after him, reaching the black haired youth just as he hit the bridge that connected the outer grounds of Hogwarts to the inner courtyard. He was walking with his head bowed, and his shoes making hardly any noise on the wooden bridge. I reached out a hand and grasped his upper arm, spinning him around so fast he didn't even protest. Within the span of a second, I searched his eyes, then leaned forwards, tilted my head up and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm again mine, and I felt him relax as he tentaively returned the kiss. His arms came up around my slender waist, as my own arms lifted to wrap around his neck, bringing him in closer as the kiss deepened to something more. Feeling daring, I ran the tip of my tongue along Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. He hesitated at first, then accepted, and soon our tongues were gently rolling against eachother. After a few moments, we parted a bit for air, and I smiled slightly before kissing the tip of his nose.
"I love you too Harry." I heard myself saying, and much to my delight, Harry smiled shyly in return.
"Really?" he asked, then with an almost sad tone, "don't say it if you don't mean it."
I searched his eyes once more, then pressing myself against the warmth of his body, my head resting against the crook of his neck, I replied in an mere whisper, "I do mean it Harry. I love you. Ever since before summer vacation."
Harry's arms tightend around me, and my heart clenched with joy as he replied, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wasn't sure how you felt Harry," I answered, then in another whisper, "I was scared that you would laugh at me or worse."
"I guess you were just as scared as I was huh?" Harry questioned as one of his hands came up between us and lifted my chin from his shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said as I smiled, recieving a heartwarming smile in return, "though if it had taken us any longer to figure this all out, I would have had to jump you in the hallways and ravish you senseless. I'm really not the patient type."
Harry laughed, "What makes to think that I would let you ravish me?"
I smiled coyly and ran my hand down from behind his neck to the front of his sweater, "Because you love me."
Harry smiled, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips, his breath tasting like mint. Something I had completely missed when we kissed before, "Yeah. I love you." he said after the kiss.
I leaned into him again and sighed, "This is going to change so many things Harry. You know that right?"
He ran his hands up and down my back, "I know. But now that we're together, we'll manage," he paused to kiss my temple, and my grip on him tightened, "I'm not letting you go so easily."
I smiled into his sweater, loving his smell, "Mmmm....... I agree totally," I suddenly got a fabulous idea, "so does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend and gope you whenever I want to?"
Haryy laughed, and I knew that I would never get tired of hearing it. I knew that whatever life dealt us, I would always feel safe with Harry; safe in the knowledge that I would always have him with me and that he loved me. I knew that we would never be parted, and that time itself would never stand a chance against our love.
OoOoOoOo
Author's Note:
So there's the end of part two. I hope that you are enjoying the drabble so far, as I don;t really have a story line involved here, just the rabblings of me brain. Anyways, there will be a third part to this fic, simply because even I'M unsatisfied with it ending like this. So, if you really like this fic, or feel obligated to read on, please continue to the next chapter/part. Bye bye!!! (waves hands with a happy little grin on her face then skips away)
It had been cold when I woke up, though the fireplace in the dorm room was still lit, and I groaned. Turning onto my side, I buired my head further into my pillow and tried in vian to go back to sleep. It wasn't going to happen. Today my body was determined to stay awake, even if it was only six-thirty in the morning.
I dragged myself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, ignoring the snores of my roommates as I passed by them. The tiled floor was cold to the touch, and I shuddered against the cold as my feet attempted to get used to the feeling. I suddenly wished, and not of the first time, that I had been placed in a different house. Sure the Slytherin house was where I was destined to be in, but it was so fucking cold most of the time that I never really wanted to spend any real amount of time down here.
Yawning as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I stripped out of my boxers and t-shirt and stepped into the shower. The water was hot, and it warmed me up in no time as I stood motionlessly under it. I didn't stay in long, as I didn't want to get pruny, and I grabbed a large fluffy blue towel to wrap around myself. I went over to the mirror and wiped the steam from the glass, examining my reflection crictically.
People may say that I'm vain, and I concentrate to much on my looks, but they couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure I took some care in the way that I looked, though most of the time it just seemed like a fluke to me. My hair has always been straight and soft, and my skin has always been pale. Not stickly so, but pale enough, and I must admit that I like it that way. The sun has never been my friend. The few friends that I have tell me that I'm too skinny, and that I should gain more weight. I tell them to fuck off. Have you ever tried to gain weight when all the food you put into your body just gets drawn up into your metabolism? My body won't allow me to gain anything. I'll be slender all my life. Much to the distain of my father, who seems to think that slender men are weak and inferior.
Sighing, I brushed my teeth quickly and re-entered the dorm room. After putting on new boxers and changing into a pair of jeans, a sweater and grabbing my favorite black scarf, I put my shoes on and headed out. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I didn't really care at this point. Anywhere was better than that freezing death trap the school called a dormatory.
I found myself down near the Quidditch pitch, my feet absently kicking at some loose stones, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans. The light cool wind blew the hair, which was completely dry now, away from my forehead and left me feeling slightly light headed. I wasn't sure how long I had been walking, but when I came to a stop at the edge of the lake, I sighed and looked around me. There was a light mist on the water, and I could see the slight ripples in the calm glassy surface breaking as the giant squid who lived in the lake swam by.
Sitting down on the grassy bank, I pulled my legs to my chest and crossed my ankles, letting my arms wrap around my shins and my head rest on my knees. Random thoughts shot through my head as I sat there listening to the sounds of morning, some irratating as hell like those bloody chipmunks, or the soothing souds of the loons on the lake. And contrary to everyone's beliefs, the gaint squid did not make a meal out of them.
At first I thought about how well I was going to do on my NEWTS, then that faded away to graduation, and the fact that I didn't even know what I wanted to when I left Hogwarts. Part of me wanted to stay here forever, and part of me wanted to leave England entirely to travel the world. The part of me that wanted to stay knew it was because of the few friends, the few true friends, that I had made here. Blaise was my bestfriend, as he had been with me through the six years at Hogwarts, ever since I met him that first day on the Hogwarts Express. Crabbe and Goyle were no longer my freinds, just acquaintances, and we were never more than polite to each other. Surprisingly enough, the rest of my friends weren't in my own house, but in Gryffindor. Ginny Weaslely, who had been dating Blaise for close to five months, was one of those people. Though truthfully, it had taken me a long time to warm up to her. Herminoe Granger, and even more surprising than Ginny, Seamus Finnagin, were also my friends.
Though I only have four people that I call my friends, there are times when I know that even they aren't enough to fill the void in my heart. That seemingly gaping wound in my soul that was always on the search for the person that will make me whole. I've been through six, going on seven, years of school without kowing what it was like to love someone with a reckless abandonment that you only acquire when you're head over heels for that person. Though I was brought up in a household that doesn't put love as a high priority, I know that I need it, and crave it. My father and mother may be able to be with eachother without love, but I can't knowingly give my heart to someone who I don't care for. I thought that I would end up spending the rest of my life looking for that one person that would love me for me, criminally insane family members and all. I never thought that I would find that person here, or that said person was right under my nose, figuratively speaking, the whole time.
Harry Potter.
I loved him, more than any one person I knew. It was that simple. I loved the way that he walked, the way he brushed the ever tousled hair from his emerald green eyes. Even the way he held a cereal spoon at breakfast. I found myself watching him almost every chance that I got, and that was quite often this year, as the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses shared most of our classes together. It had been near the end of sixth year when I fell head over heels in love with Harry, and even though I know it sounds so cliche, I think that I lost a piece of my heart to him that day.
I can still remember the times when I couldn't wait to insult the black haired boy, or get him into trouble, laughing snobbishly with Crabbe and Goyle when he was. Looking back now, I regret that I was so rude to him. I know I could have made more of an effort to be nicer, and not the smartass little shit that I made myself to be, but he frustrated me to no end when he refused my first attempt at friendship. I don't think, even to this day, that Harry knows how much he hurt me when he said he didn't want to be my friend.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair, twining a strand of it through my pale fingers. I knew that Harry would never look at me with anything but hatred, and who could blame him? But even though that was true, I still watched him. He was always so happy when I saw him, and it wasn't until just recently that I noticed he wasn't eating much, and that he looked like he never got enough sleep the night before. He didn't seem to be the same boy that I had come to enjoy watching. He was loosing his spark, not that it made me love him any less. On the contrary. I loved him more, for all I wanted to do was hold him and sooth away whatever it was that was making him sad.
".... As if he would ever let me....." I muttered under my breath.
I sat for a little while longer until the cold became too much for me, and I stood, deciding that I would head up to the school for an early breakfast. I hadn't gotten more than twenty feet away from where I had been sitting when I saw two figures sitting down near the edge of the water. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was Ginny Weasley and Harry. Ginny, I knew, would have been coming back from spending the night with Blaise, as he had told me last night he was going out with her and wouldn't be back until the next day sometime.
It looked as though they were having a discussion about something, and I found myself become instantly possessive when Ginny hit Harry's shoulder and he clutched at it. Not that I could tell him I didn't like the way that the short red haired girl always hit him, as he believed that I would rather be the one to hit him.
Sighing, I watched Harry from my safe vantage point on the hill. He was sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them, a position that made him look vulnerable. I could see his eternally messy black hair blowing slightly in the cold morning breeze, and I suddenly found myself wondering if he knew he was georgous, both inside and out. With his bright green eyes, black hair, lean body, and quick witted humor that always seemed to catch most people off guard, he was definately one guy that anyone would want. Not that he would ever notice that.
Suddenly, as I was caught up in my thoughts of a delicious Harry dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants, said person was headed up in my direction. I panicked. What if he knew I was watching him? What if he thought I was down here to cause trouble for him? Of course, he may just think that I was out taking an innocent walk, but what were the chances of that happening?
Taking a deep breath, I opted for the later idea, and began walking slowly towards Harry, intent on just passing him by. Fate, it seemed, had other plans.
We ran right into eachother, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Don't you ever watch where you're going Potter?" I instantly regretted it, as Harry visably winced at the name. I wanted to take it back, beg for forgiveness, but I couldn't. He would laugh at me.
"Why didn't you notice me?" Harry asked, and I tore myself away from my inner rantings, "am I the only one that has to watch where their going?"
Again, the old Malfoy 'charm' hit in full force, "Why should I move for you?" I asked, mentally slapping myself again.
Harry practically wilted, and he repiled, "Why should you indeed." he turned to leave.
I immediately grabbed Harry's hand in my own, silently enjoying the feel of his Qudditch roughened hand in my own. To my amazement, he didn't pull away. He let me hold onto his hand to keep him here with me. "Potter, what's wrong with you?"
Harry looked at me with his green eyes, and said with a little bit of venom, "Nothing. Why do you care?"
I wanted to tell him how much I actually did care, but knew I wasn't that brave. Not right now. So instead, I settled for stating the facts as I saw them, "You've become depressing Potter. Moping around the castle, not noticing things around you. Hell, you don't even eat as much as you used to!" I watched Harry as his eyes searched mine, then continued, "you don't hang out with Weasley or Granger as much either. Now tell me what's wrong with you."
Harry opened his mouth, presumably to tell me off, but no sound came out. I noticed that his eyes seemed to soften, and my hand suddenly raised on it's own, and I found myself brushing the black locks of hair away from Harry's forehead. I didn't even let my eyes flicker to the scar there. In a quiet voice, I asked, "Harry, tell me what's wrong. Please?" it was almost a plea.
Harry started, but didn't pull away, and I wondered why. Then it hit me. I had used his first name. I never used his first name before, as I was always to scared to.
"Why won't you talk to me?" I asked after a moment of prolonged silence.
When Harry answered, his voice was strained, "Draco...... I'm scared."
I was a little startled when he used my first name, but shoved that aside and asked, "Of what?" there was no criticism in my tone, and I saw that Harry knew that too.
He took a deep breath and replied, "You. I'm scared of you."
"Me?" I asked, confused, "why are you scared of me?"
Harry swallowed, "I'm scared of you because....." he trailed off, seemingly uncertain of what to say.
"Becasue.......?" I prompted, expecting Harry to say something important, but not at all prepared for what he would tell me.
"Becuase...." his voice was quiet and full of emoton, "I.....I..... love you."
I was speachless. He loved me. For a moment, I forgot to breath. He loved me. I couldn't do anything but look up into his eyes, as he was a bit taller than me, and stare. My voice wasn't working, and my heart was pounding so hard that I wondered if Harry could hear it.
"...I... I...h-have to go...." Harry stuttered as he tugged his hand out of mine, turning on his heel and striding away from me.
In a blink of an eye, I came to my senses and took off after him, reaching the black haired youth just as he hit the bridge that connected the outer grounds of Hogwarts to the inner courtyard. He was walking with his head bowed, and his shoes making hardly any noise on the wooden bridge. I reached out a hand and grasped his upper arm, spinning him around so fast he didn't even protest. Within the span of a second, I searched his eyes, then leaned forwards, tilted my head up and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm again mine, and I felt him relax as he tentaively returned the kiss. His arms came up around my slender waist, as my own arms lifted to wrap around his neck, bringing him in closer as the kiss deepened to something more. Feeling daring, I ran the tip of my tongue along Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. He hesitated at first, then accepted, and soon our tongues were gently rolling against eachother. After a few moments, we parted a bit for air, and I smiled slightly before kissing the tip of his nose.
"I love you too Harry." I heard myself saying, and much to my delight, Harry smiled shyly in return.
"Really?" he asked, then with an almost sad tone, "don't say it if you don't mean it."
I searched his eyes once more, then pressing myself against the warmth of his body, my head resting against the crook of his neck, I replied in an mere whisper, "I do mean it Harry. I love you. Ever since before summer vacation."
Harry's arms tightend around me, and my heart clenched with joy as he replied, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wasn't sure how you felt Harry," I answered, then in another whisper, "I was scared that you would laugh at me or worse."
"I guess you were just as scared as I was huh?" Harry questioned as one of his hands came up between us and lifted my chin from his shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said as I smiled, recieving a heartwarming smile in return, "though if it had taken us any longer to figure this all out, I would have had to jump you in the hallways and ravish you senseless. I'm really not the patient type."
Harry laughed, "What makes to think that I would let you ravish me?"
I smiled coyly and ran my hand down from behind his neck to the front of his sweater, "Because you love me."
Harry smiled, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips, his breath tasting like mint. Something I had completely missed when we kissed before, "Yeah. I love you." he said after the kiss.
I leaned into him again and sighed, "This is going to change so many things Harry. You know that right?"
He ran his hands up and down my back, "I know. But now that we're together, we'll manage," he paused to kiss my temple, and my grip on him tightened, "I'm not letting you go so easily."
I smiled into his sweater, loving his smell, "Mmmm....... I agree totally," I suddenly got a fabulous idea, "so does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend and gope you whenever I want to?"
Haryy laughed, and I knew that I would never get tired of hearing it. I knew that whatever life dealt us, I would always feel safe with Harry; safe in the knowledge that I would always have him with me and that he loved me. I knew that we would never be parted, and that time itself would never stand a chance against our love.
OoOoOoOo
Author's Note:
So there's the end of part two. I hope that you are enjoying the drabble so far, as I don;t really have a story line involved here, just the rabblings of me brain. Anyways, there will be a third part to this fic, simply because even I'M unsatisfied with it ending like this. So, if you really like this fic, or feel obligated to read on, please continue to the next chapter/part. Bye bye!!! (waves hands with a happy little grin on her face then skips away)
