CHAPTER TEN: Lightning

A/N: *apologizes to every single body who was waiting for this extremely long update and begins her "sorry" speech* I'm sorry. *gets hit with bananas*

Ok, I never promised rewriting everything would be fast! It takes time! Patience! And LOTS of red hair dye.

Anyhow, thanks to all my LOVELY reviewers. Really. Don't kill yourself or anything, because I would miss you terribly! When the storey is over, though, go ahead and die. I won't care.

No - that was a LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

HARRY

So . . . it's come to this . . . Hermione has been locked away for the weekend. They say she's gone crazy. Choking people. Screaming at people . . . stealing Pudding . . . Poor, poor, Draco. When he found out she had eaten it all he began to cry uncontrollably. Like he had lost his best friend, or something. It was almost like when *I* lost Fredrick and -

Don't think about THEM.

Right. It was almost like when I lost my . . . towel. I felt really sad. Better now? Yup. I'm just peachy.

Anyway. After Hermione . . . got locked away . . . me and Ron had the time to be alone together again. To talk. He was still *very* confused about why Draco and me had been singled out, and I figured I had to tell him before he exploded. You just can't hide these things from Ron. It's just plain wrong. He'll go crazy . . . Hermione couldn't get him to understand it, the *school* couldn't get him to understand it, so *I'd* have to get him to understand it. Even if it took all night.

"Ron. We have to talk. Even if it takes all night." I said to him, pulling up a chair beside him in the Gryffindor common room.

"Not now, Harry," he said, writing a long letter.

"Who's the letter to?" I asked, jovially, trying to get a glimpse at it. He pulled it away, almost instantly, and rolled it up.

"It's to Hermione, if you must know. I feel that she needs some support as she gets healed for . . . her . . . *problem*. And - I want to *be* there for her. And not be afraid of her . . . I don't have any reason to, yet, actually. She hasn't choked *me*-"

"Ron. I like Draco. Hermione found out and began choking me and I didn't know why. And now she's choking Draco so I can only assume that she told him about me and he turned me down or something and now I feel horrible. More horrible than the fact that I'm breaking up with Kara to be with the guy I'll never be able to get." I said in one breath, panting after I have finished.

Ron stared at me a moment. He blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he began writing again.

"Ron?" I asked. He didn't look up. "Did you get what I just said?"

His eyes grew wide. "I guess there's no more sense in hiding it anymore . . . But . . . I don't *get* it!" and he ran upstairs, leaving the note on the table, and sobbing, hysterically.

People in the common room stared at me. "Don't look at *me*. All I said to him was that I liked Draco!"

Some of them shook their heads.

Ron came running back down stairs, still wailing loudly. "I forgot my letter!" he cried, grabbing it and racing back to the dorm.

Everyone kept their eyes on him, until he was gone. There was a lengthy silence . . . and then . . . "Okay, so, how about the Quidditch game last night?" and everyone began talking again.

DRACO

Damn that Granger! I had *almost* gotten her to do the damn spell for me - but what did she *have* to do? She had to choke me and get locked away in some Mental Institution. And it couldn't even wait until *after* she performed her little . .. Choke of death!

~scary music plays~

~All stops and is quiet again~

Um . . . right. Anyhow, so now my problem is either that I wait for her to get out, when Kara has already come home, *or* I can find somebody else to do it. The problem is . . . I don't really have anyone else who *can* do it . . . Except Reyan. And that's it.

And I really, really, *really* Don't want to see that bastard again.

REYAN

Draco wants me. He won't admit it yet. But I know it. How can he resist me?

Forget the fact that he and Potter have something going on. Forget the fact that he told me to leave him alone and had completely ignored me for awhile. Forget the fact that he's going crazy.

I still love that guy. And he still . . .

Anyway.

He called me to him while he was in the Hospital Wing, and maybe I *did* get a little to dressy just for walking there to talk and all, but hey, it's to see *Draco*. He looks good all the time, no matter what he's wearing. He has the money to support the fancy clothing, so he can strut his tight little ass around school in the most expensive clothes ever and nobody would care. BUt when *I* do it . . . People stare at me.

"I have decided that me and Draco are meant to be. Sure, he knows I want to fuck him, but he *doesn't* know I have a shrine of him in my trunk that I love to kiss every night - and that if we ever got together then it would make me the happiest man on the earth," I realized every one was staring. "Did I just say that out loud? Shit! What the hell is it with me anymore???"

A guy shook his head and walked away. I have made it a mission to find out who that dumb head shaking guy is so I can kill him. KILL HIM.

I read Draco's diary. Maybe he doesn't know that I know that he hides it under his second mattress underneath a YM Magazine, but I do. And every night I read it just to see if he's fallen for me yet. Unfortunately, he hasn't. He's got it bad for that bloke, Potter. I mean, sure, Harry's got that boyish charisma and he's good at Quidditch and he looks great in a swimsuit and he's easy to talk to and he's extremely hot. But there's more to it than that. He's not Draco. Draco is something . . . *more*.

DRACO

My jaw dropped when Reyan walked in the room. What was he expecting to happen all dressed up like that? Did he think I had some private French cuisine that I was going to serve him? No. I just needed a favour . . . and maybe he took *that* the wrong way too . . . But of course he would . . . He's *Reyan*. And he's *perverted*. Why not?

"Reyan . . . sit," he sat automatically in the chair nearest the door way at which he had entered, his eyes wide with wonder as he stared at me. "Sit over *here*" he moved to the chair beside my bed that I pointed at, and blew me a kiss.

For a moment I didn't speak. *This guy is as strange as hell.* "You . . . wanted to see me . . . *Draco?*" his eyes lit up when he spoke my name and I edged away from him, gulping.

"Yes. Yes I did." he moved closer, and I scooted further back. "But you know what? It's not that important at *all.* In *fact* I found someone else to do it for me! So . . . I just wanted you to come so I could . . . tell you not to come!" He ran his hands up my torso and I scooted so far back that I fell off the bed.

"Are you okay?!?!" he cried, bending over, nothing but concern showing in his eyes, and he helped me to my feet, and dusted me off, while I just stood staring. Reyan *liked* me. I s'pose I knew this - just ignored it. I *could* just use him to get to Harry . . . But I quickly erased that thought out of my mind and shoved him off.

"You're just as bad as Granger!" I snapped, laying back down on my bed. "I only called you here to ask for a favour . . ." and I watched the expression on his face as I told him everything.

HARRY

Draco is beginning to scare me. He's sicked Reyan on my tail and now I'm never alone anymore. I can't eat without Reyan over my shoulder, and I can't go to the bathroom without him watching. Draco's always been good at finding his stalkers, and Reyan is the best one yet.

I can't even go to bed anymore, he stands beside me, watching as I sleep. It's very scary. I broke Draco's heart and he repays me by having some lunatic stalk me?! . . . So I decided to have a little chat with Reyan.

"Reyan?" I asked, into the night. I knew he was there. He's *always* there.

"Yes, Harry?" I jumped. How on earth he got onto the bed beside me I'll never know.

"Umm . . . I was just wondering . . . why you've been following me?"

He seemed to heat up at this. "You think that just because you've won Draco's heart that this is over?!" he screamed, causing Ron and Seamus to wake up, startled.

I shushed him. "No! No - I didn't-"

"You think that Draco *loves* you, huh?! Face it, Harry! He just thinks that you're a good fuck and nothing more!" Neville and Dean awoke too.

"What's going on?" Seamus asked, turning on the light and staring at Reyan and me. Everyone seemed to be wide awake now.

"But me and Draco haven't - and we aren't even - and Draco doesn't-!"

"Okay, Harry, you can keep playing dumb, but I'm not going to take it! Maybe *Draco* finds that attractive and cute and whatever, but I think it's stupid! You're stupid!"

"Stupid?!" I cried, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"Scarapodia!" he yelled, pointing his wand at my forehead. I cringed and waited for something bad to happen, but nothing did.

There was silence as everyone looked at me to see what he had jinxed me with. Then Seamus laughed, sheepishly. "Well, Harry, I'd check to see if you still have all your . . . *parts,*" he said, as Reyan left the dorm.

Everyone watched as I examined my entire body. "He didn't seem to have done anything to me." I said with relief.

"Well, mate, I'd just be worried that he did something to shorten your life," Ron announced, before rolling over in his bed and flicking off the light.

I sat up straight in my bed, worried, while everyone else slept soundly.

DRACO

I awoke in the hospital wing that morning and Madame Pomfrey sent me back to class, a strange look on her face. I gave her my normal smirk, and walked merrily on my way, ignoring everything that Gregory said to me, and making sure that I wasn't smiling.

Everyone seemed a little tense, and when I walked into the Great Hall, and when Harry saw me, something seemed to brighten in his eyes. It's easy to see the affect I'm having on him. It's easy to see how much he likes me.

I sat down and once I did Harry and Ron and everyone else began whispering. If I hadn't been used to this already , I would have been really nervous about what they were saying.

After a moment, Harry stood up and walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and drug me into a bathroom where he exploded. "Just what are you trying to pull, Malfoy?! Having people stalk me - having people put spells on me - making me question everything - and coming into the Great Hall with a LIGHTNING BOLT SCAR on your forehead when you *knew* my girlfriend was coming home today! In case you haven't noticed, MALFOY, that's what she is! My *girlfriend* which means you and I will never be! So get rid of that scar - and get rid of your people!"

And that would have been it. It would have been over before it started - if I hadn't of kissed him.

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