A Harry Potter Fanfic
"Speaking"
Thinking
!!"On The Phone"ii
AUTHOUR'S NOTES --
Yup. I'm back at it. After the phenomonal succsess of some of my stories - and I still can't see why you guys like them so much - I decided to keep this one moving. I'm enjoying writing this one 'cause I can't use all my anime lingo, which makes me think of other ways to express what they feel. Wow. That was a very detailled little authour's note wasn't it? Time to go off and say something idiotic and useless, or I might start a habit.
Cheese only rains on tuesdays.
Okay now we're good
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Harry and Draco headed up to their room, both with their letters - and I Harry's case package - in hand. Today was Saturday, so they could afford to sit in their room and talk. Of course, they would have to go face the world again, at some point or another, which they would. At some point or another. When they reached their room, they each flopped - again, there's really no other word for it (1) - into their chairs. The two teenagers looked at each other, then at their letters, then at each other again. Finnaly They both said at the smae time:
"You go first."
Draco sighed. "Fine."
With Harry watching, he slit open the envolope, pulled out a piece of paper and read aloud: "Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy...
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It was signed by his father and some government big-wig.
Draco's eyes hardened. "Good. Now I never have to go back to that piece of crap household. (2) It's way better staying here anyways. The school's given me a better life than I ever had over there." He looked over at Harry, who was nodding, having heard about Draco's childhood over the months. "So, what's yours?"
Harry quickly decided to open the letter first. "My dearest Harry, " he read, crinkling up his nose - in a way that Draco couldn't help but find adorable - at this introduction...
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Harry abruptly stopped reading and crumpled up the letter. "Yeah I remember him. I talked to him twice over the phone when I was five, about a month before....anyways, the bastard's always thought himself above the rest of us. Never came by to say hello. Didn't even show up at the funeral. I'm not going to stay with him. this school's the only constant I have." Harry quickly looked at the writing on the outside of the package, and recognised it as the same as the letter and threw away from him. He drew his knees up to his chest and started to cry, knowing that, while he was still a minor, he could do nothing if Sirius decided it would be best for the young man to come stay with his godfahter.
Draco looked sadly at Harry, trying to figure out what he could do to make his room-mate feel better, but knowing also, that sometimes one needed a good cry. Throwing caution to the winds, he made his way across the room, and knelt down beside Harry's chair, wrapping his arms around the distraught teen. Slowly he rubbed soothing circles on Harry back, whispering 'shh's and 'it's okay's in his ear. Harry leaned against the blond haired boy and quickly made himself comfortable in that warm embrace. After about ten minutes, Harry's sniffles subsided and Draco drew back from him a little bit so he could see the black haired teen's face. He smiled a little.
"Hey, It's gonna be alright, okay? I'll always be here for you, no matter what. If you ever need a shoulder, I'm here for you, okay? What're friends for, after all, if not to comfort you when you're down?"
Harry smiled back, glad for another constant in his life. "thank you," he whispered. He quickly tucked himself back into Draco's arms. "Is it okay if we stay like this a little while longer?" he mumbled against grey-eyed one's collar.
Draco tightened his arms around the green-eyed boy's body. "Sure. For as long as you want."
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They did, in fact stay in their room the whole day, but that was because Harry had quickly fallen asleep in Draco's arms, and Draco didn't the heart to leave him in the chair, so he had slowly moved the boy in his arms to his proper bed, tucked him in and sat down on the floor next to him with a book in his hands, wondering what was going to come of this. Does he feel the same way I do? It felt so right, with him in my arms...he's just......he's everything. What would I do without him? He's practically the only one keeping me here, other than the fact that before now the only other place for me to go was to my dad.....but now.....what's gonna happen? Is this going to make things wierd?...... As these thoughts ran through his head, he didn't notice himself dropping off to sleep, head resting against the bed.
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When Harry woke up, at around five, it was to see Draco's sleeping form sprawled out against the bed. He smiled a little and watched his room-mate sleep for a little while. He's adorable...he looks so vulnerable while he's sleeping. He's sweet and kind and nice and he guinely seems to care. I've heard him come in, late at night after detention or what -ever, I've seen him stop himself waking me up to ask what's wrong...he didn't want to wake me...a nd that time I wasn't feeling well, he went and got me breakfast.....he's .....he's.......my one real constant..... Harry smiled and soon fell asleep, again, dreaming of a world where he could voice his thoughts to the one he was thinking of.
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There you go. Chapter three. be happy, all my reviewers!
Oh Great Reviwers! I Brink You Offerings Of Sappy Fanfiction Chapters. Please Review My Work And Do Not Smote Me From The Face Of FanFiction-Dom! ::bows down before the reviewers::
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(1) - And I know this for a fact. I looked it up in the thesaurus, and it wasn't even in there. I even looked up fell, and various other such words, to see if it was a slang synonym, but it wasn't. So I'm telling the truth.
(2) - Shit. I have gave Draco one of my Speech patterns. I always say "Piece of Crap (insert thing here)" or "Piece of crap piece of crap!"