2 things. Yes, this all pretty much really happened. Yes, James and Lily are alive, but only because I need someone playing my parents in the story..
Chapter 3 - The Party.
Harry woke on Saturday morning to the sound of his mobile beeping loudly in his ear.
"God, who the hell would message me this early?" He said groggily to himself before looking at the clock - 7:45am. "SHIT!" he jumped out of bed and almost slid to his death as he rounded the corner to the bathroom. "Damn wood floors." He mumbled.
Just as he was drying his hair, he heard the doorbell ring, but decided to let his mum get it.
"Harry!" he heard his mother's voice through the door. This was followed by three sharp knocks. "Draco's here."
"Coming!" he didn't want to look too eager, so he put some gel in his hair and pulled on his favorite red shirt to pass a few minutes. Regardless of the gel, Harry's hair still stuck up at all odd angles. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'It'll have to do.'
"You can put some music on if you want!" He yelled out to Draco, who he figured was sitting in his room. A minute later Harry heard the radio blaring from his bedroom. He looked in the mirror again before rolling his eyes and making his way to his room.
Draco was sitting on the bed, looking at all the photos on the wall. There were hundreds of them, from pictures of his parents, photos of Ron and Hermione, photos of Ron and Harry, even photos of himself. He smiled when he noticed this.
"What's funny?" Harry heard himself ask, but was too taken aback by the fact that his heart was fluttering at the idea of Draco being in his room to notice he was actually saying anything. A picture of Ron and Harry caught Draco's eye.
"You two were really close, weren't you?" Draco turned to look at Harry, who was still standing in the doorway. He tried to smile, but failed. He turned and shut the door, locking it so that his parents didn't hear his next sentence.
"I thought I loved him, but... I guess I was wrong." He walked toward the bed, stopping far away enough that he could only just smell the lynx Apollo that Draco was wearing. Again, he felt his heart quiver.
"But enough about me and Ron, that's in the past. Lets talk about you Draco, you and that note. You and this apparent 'feeling'." Harry said mockingly. He saw Draco's features drop, and this time he managed to smile. "Come on Dray, I'm sure whatever it is you can tell me, what the worst that could happen?" He sat on the bed next to him, trying to act like he was completely calm and composed. He wasn't. He liked Draco, this much was obvious, then again, it had been for a while. But Draco liking him back, this was the thing that had kept Harry's head, and his heart, at bay. Draco would never like him back! Or would he.......
"Harry, I- forget it, please? Please?" He stammered, moving away from Harry to pretend to continue looking at the photos on the wall. Harry grinned evilly to himself. He grabbed Draco's wrist and spun him around to make the other boy look into his eyes.
"Tell me. I dare you." Harry's mind was set, he was going to make Dray confess. There was an evil gleam in his eye that Draco didn't like. "Dray, come on and just tell me already."
"No." He tried to fight Harry off, but failed. The two boys play-wrestled on the bed, Harry trying to get Draco to admit his secret, Draco trying helplessly to escape Harry's grasp. But it was no use, Harry was stronger and in one swift move, he was straddling Draco, pinning him to the bed.
Both of the boy's breathing was uneven as they stared into each other's eyes, neither of them game to move. Harry's heart was thumping against his chest like a caged bird. He stared at Draco, waiting for him to either move or say something, but the taller boy did just as he was doing.
Draco lay on his back, his arms pinned to the bed by Harry's warm hands, two inches of air was all that lay between the boys faces. Harry felt his face getting hot, and noticed the pink in Draco's usually pale cheeks as well. He waited until his breathing had clamed a little then he looked at the clock. It was 10:40.
"Crap, we gotta go or we wont get to Lee's on time." He jumped up and marched across the room, shoving his feet into his shoes a little too hard. Draco sat up slowly and looked at Harry's back. His breathing was still unnaturally heavy.
"Uhhh, ok." He got up and made sure he had his phone and his wallet, then he walked to the door and waited for Harry just outside the door. Harry called to his mum that they were leaving and marched out the door, pulling it shut behind him. They walked to the bus stop in silence.
The party consisted of a lot of coke and junk food, and an exuberant lot of prank phone calls. After about two hours, it was voted on that the group should all go down to the shop for lunch. Lee lived just down the road from the mall, but there was a KFC which was just that conveniently little bit closer. Harry and Draco dropped behind on Harry's urge that he needed to talk.
"Dray, it's bugging you, I can tell. Now what is it?" He whispered harshly, but placed his hand on Draco's shoulder when he noticed the hurt look on his pale face. "Come on Dray, you can tell me, I promise it wont shock me, and I wont kill you." Harry smiled his 'charming' smile, urging Draco to tell him.
"Lets face it Harry, you've probably already figured it out. And then I'll feel even more stupid when you get all disgusted and freak out and never talk to me again." Draco looked as though he was on the verge of tears. He tried to smile back at Harry, but it was no use. Harry couldn't bear seeing Draco hurting like this.
"You like me don't you?" He couldn't believe his ears. Had he just asked Draco that question? Or had he only thought it? Harry was about to start panicking, but didn't quite make it when Draco stopped, forcing Harry to stop also, and turn to face him. "Dray......?"
"I- "Draco paused, looking up at Harry, almost chocking on his own words. "I didn't really think you'd figure it out. Is it really that obvious?" Harry felt his heart lighten considerably. He smiled and walked over to where Draco had stopped, about a meter away from him.
"Not to anyone who didn't know what they were looking for." Harry reassured him, urging the other boy to start walking again, so as not to draw attention to them. "Why didn't you just tell me?" As they walked into KFC, they sat away from the others who were ordering their food. "You know we can't act on this though, don't you? I couldn't do it all again after Ron......" He really didn't want to say it, it was a lie, but after what he'd done to Ron, he cared too much about Draco to hurt him that way. Draco looked down and nodded his head slightly. He had feared Harry would say this and had braced himself for the worst.
"Can I get you lunch at least?" Draco looked up, the tears in his eyes not yet falling, but they would, and soon. He smiled a little and nodded, then followed Harry up to the counter. "Uhhh – can I get two large original fillet burger combos please." Harry looked up at the menu while the lady ran around getting all the food into the bag. But Draco had taken a hold of Harry's sleeve and was unconsciously gripping it with what seemed like his life. Harry took the bag off the woman and gave her the money. He wondered how he wasn't getting fat from eating all this junk food.
After lunch and a few more hours of prank calls and making a huge mess and locking Harry in Lee's room from the outside for half an hour, the group walked up to the mall to watch a movie. Harry decided 5 minutes in that he wasn't particularly interested in the movie, but instead was running things over in his mind. Should he go out with Draco? He liked him, that was a good reason to do it. But what about Ron? He'd been friends with Ron since 7th grade. But then again, Ron wasn't speaking to him.
Harry looked at Draco who was sitting next to him, his cheeks were still flushed and Harry couldn't help but think of how cute he looked, without thinking, Harry reached down and took Draco's hand in his own. Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's and gave it a small squeeze. Harry smiled to himself in the darkness and closed his eyes. He hadn't been this happy since he'd started high school and met Ron.
Harry desperately pushed all thoughts of Ron from his head and focused on Draco's small hand in his. He was free, he was happy, he was in love.
After the movie was done, they all went downstairs to wait for their parents and such to come and pick them up. Harry led Draco away from the group and sat him down behind a small wall that separated the main entrance, where everyone else was, from the small side entrance, which led to the cinema staircase. He took Draco's hand in his for the second time that night and squeezed it softly.
"Dray, I-"
"Harry, I don't know what to say, I need to think. I just need to get my head around this, lets not make it difficult. Lets not make it confusing. Ok?"
Harry nodded his agreement and gently let go of Draco's hand. He smiled at him and kissed his forehead.
"I'll try." He promised. Not knowing whether it would be possible to try and keep something, which he knew was going to be difficult, simple for Draco. He didn't think he could do it. But he had to try; he had to make Draco happy. Could he do this? Was he ready for this? Harry didn't know the answers to any of these questions, but he did know that he wanted to be with Draco. And that this day, this night and everything that had happened had meant something to him. He looked again at Draco, he looked confused.
"Dray, are you alright?" Harry voiced his concern for the other, and instead was met with the sound of Draco crying. "Draco, what's wrong?"
Draco looked at Harry and tried desperately to stop. But he couldn't, it was all too much. He pulled himself up and started to walk toward the gray Torago that Harry recognized as Draco's mother's car. He sighed to himself.
"See you Monday, Draco. If you need me ring me!" He yelled after the blonde boys retreating form. Not long after Draco left, Harry's dad pulled up and beeped the horn, dragging Harry back to reality. He couldn't let his father see that there was something wrong. There would be questions then, and Harry wasn't ready to answer them.
Harry lay in his bed, thinking, he knew there was no way he was going to sleep tonight. Draco hadn't called. He looked at his clock. 12:45. It was Sunday. Harry sighed and rolled over. He couldn't get the image of Draco's hand nestled in his own out of his head. He dreamt, that night, of Draco falling, and Harry trying to hold onto his hand and pull him back up. But every time Draco fell, and every time Harry felt like he too was falling. And he wanted to die.
A/N Ok, sorry that this one is short again, but it's late, I have work tomorrow and if I don't post this now it wont go up till next weekend. I'm trying. Meanwhile, check out my shitty drawings www.indiana- janaradeviantart.com and I'll try and have the next chapter up soon. Back to school, back t school... mwahahaha!