Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Nineteen
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disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter - probably never will...
Draco stared at the ceiling again, the hospital wing was not the most eventful place. Draco had been pleased to see a young first year who was in for having made a wart growing potion instead of a wart removing potion. Oliver had had to leave the night before and Draco was bored stiff waiting for Oliver to finish his charms class. Kyle's loving eyes peeked into the room, closely followed by her smile. Draco couldn't help but smile - she knew - he could tell.
"Well love," she kissed him on the forehead. "I knew it was coming, you really belong together you know that," she smiled.
"If you want to go back to Beauxbaton's, I'll understand," as he said this Professor Snape walked past the door. He watched Kyle's eyes follow the figure with a smile.
"I do not find this necessary, there are some things here that are not a l'Beaux," she smiled.
"An excellent potions program?" he smirked.
Her face flushed and she tried to hide it. "I will prevent your father from asking questions," she tried a different reason for her wanting to stay.
"Eh?" Draco simply smiled at her.
She hated to lie and cracked. "We talked a lot last night - when I saw you in here with Oliver he came up to me and we talked. We talked a lot," he cheeks were a brilliant red color by this time. "He's a very wonderful man," she chewed slightly on one fingernail.
Draco smiled and pulled her hand down. "Yes he is, I know," he reassured.
"Hey there, chica," Oliver walked in smiling. Kyle looked at him very confused. She hardly understood English - Spanish was too much. "Friend -" he caught himself.
She smiled. "Eh bien," she shrugged. "I must go now," she smiled. "I have potions class in a little while, I will see you," she kissed her hand and then pressed it against Draco's forehead.
Oliver and Draco smiled as she walked out hurriedly. Oliver laughed as he leant over and kissed Draco's soft lips. "Hmm," he smiled. "I'm in her potions class," he pointed at her. "In three hours," he looked curiously at Draco before falling on to the bed placing an arm on the bed on either side of Draco's waist. Draco reached up and grabbed Oliver's shirt collar pulling Oliver toward him. The pressed their lips together as Draco ran his fingers along Oliver's chest.
"Mr. Wood! Unhand my patient!" Madame Pomphery's shrill voice echoed through the hospital wing. Oliver quickly stood up and turned to look at her. She smiled then returned to her work. Oliver sat down on the bed and drummed his fingers on Draco's leg.
"So, I don't think we should avoid things this time," Oliver reluctantly said.
"Unfortunately I agree," Draco replied.
"W-what did you father do?" Oliver finally said.
Draco closed his eyes. He hoped the question would never come. He knew it would but still, one could never be prepared for it. He took a deep breath. "No form of hell in pain could make me hate you," he finally replied.
Oliver's head fell. "But my stupidity," he whispered.
Draco lifted Oliver's head. "But it brought me back," he smiled.
Oliver looked at him confused. "Who?" he tried.
"Kyle told me, Hermione told Kyle," he said. "I forgive you," he sat up and kissed Oliver again.
Oliver smiled. "Is there any way your father will understand?" he sighed.
Draco speculated. Shaking his head. "When Potter's not an ass," he replied.
"Could he ever accept it?" he tried.
Draco heaved a great sigh and shook his head. "I don't seem it happening anytime soon." "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wood," Madame Pomphery spoke up. "But you're on the verge of being late to class," she now had his schedule memorized. Oliver looked at the clock. Indeed they had spent nearly three hours talking. He reluctantly stood.
"I'll come back," he leaned over and kissed Draco softly. "I love you," he smiled as he walked out.
"I love you too." Oliver broke into a run to the dungeons. He slipped into the room with only seconds to spare. Kyle waved to him and he walked toward his lab partner. "How'd the extra two hours go?" he just fit in before Professor Snape began to speak. Oliver looked down and smiled as Kyle's cheeks flushed red.
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disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter - probably never will...
Draco stared at the ceiling again, the hospital wing was not the most eventful place. Draco had been pleased to see a young first year who was in for having made a wart growing potion instead of a wart removing potion. Oliver had had to leave the night before and Draco was bored stiff waiting for Oliver to finish his charms class. Kyle's loving eyes peeked into the room, closely followed by her smile. Draco couldn't help but smile - she knew - he could tell.
"Well love," she kissed him on the forehead. "I knew it was coming, you really belong together you know that," she smiled.
"If you want to go back to Beauxbaton's, I'll understand," as he said this Professor Snape walked past the door. He watched Kyle's eyes follow the figure with a smile.
"I do not find this necessary, there are some things here that are not a l'Beaux," she smiled.
"An excellent potions program?" he smirked.
Her face flushed and she tried to hide it. "I will prevent your father from asking questions," she tried a different reason for her wanting to stay.
"Eh?" Draco simply smiled at her.
She hated to lie and cracked. "We talked a lot last night - when I saw you in here with Oliver he came up to me and we talked. We talked a lot," he cheeks were a brilliant red color by this time. "He's a very wonderful man," she chewed slightly on one fingernail.
Draco smiled and pulled her hand down. "Yes he is, I know," he reassured.
"Hey there, chica," Oliver walked in smiling. Kyle looked at him very confused. She hardly understood English - Spanish was too much. "Friend -" he caught himself.
She smiled. "Eh bien," she shrugged. "I must go now," she smiled. "I have potions class in a little while, I will see you," she kissed her hand and then pressed it against Draco's forehead.
Oliver and Draco smiled as she walked out hurriedly. Oliver laughed as he leant over and kissed Draco's soft lips. "Hmm," he smiled. "I'm in her potions class," he pointed at her. "In three hours," he looked curiously at Draco before falling on to the bed placing an arm on the bed on either side of Draco's waist. Draco reached up and grabbed Oliver's shirt collar pulling Oliver toward him. The pressed their lips together as Draco ran his fingers along Oliver's chest.
"Mr. Wood! Unhand my patient!" Madame Pomphery's shrill voice echoed through the hospital wing. Oliver quickly stood up and turned to look at her. She smiled then returned to her work. Oliver sat down on the bed and drummed his fingers on Draco's leg.
"So, I don't think we should avoid things this time," Oliver reluctantly said.
"Unfortunately I agree," Draco replied.
"W-what did you father do?" Oliver finally said.
Draco closed his eyes. He hoped the question would never come. He knew it would but still, one could never be prepared for it. He took a deep breath. "No form of hell in pain could make me hate you," he finally replied.
Oliver's head fell. "But my stupidity," he whispered.
Draco lifted Oliver's head. "But it brought me back," he smiled.
Oliver looked at him confused. "Who?" he tried.
"Kyle told me, Hermione told Kyle," he said. "I forgive you," he sat up and kissed Oliver again.
Oliver smiled. "Is there any way your father will understand?" he sighed.
Draco speculated. Shaking his head. "When Potter's not an ass," he replied.
"Could he ever accept it?" he tried.
Draco heaved a great sigh and shook his head. "I don't seem it happening anytime soon." "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wood," Madame Pomphery spoke up. "But you're on the verge of being late to class," she now had his schedule memorized. Oliver looked at the clock. Indeed they had spent nearly three hours talking. He reluctantly stood.
"I'll come back," he leaned over and kissed Draco softly. "I love you," he smiled as he walked out.
"I love you too." Oliver broke into a run to the dungeons. He slipped into the room with only seconds to spare. Kyle waved to him and he walked toward his lab partner. "How'd the extra two hours go?" he just fit in before Professor Snape began to speak. Oliver looked down and smiled as Kyle's cheeks flushed red.
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