Author's Notes: So here's another chapter! Hurrah. Anyway, this one isn't too long and there's a pretty important note at the bottom. And I'm answering some reviewers in these notes so please check if you are one of the reviewers being answered. I suppose that's about it.
Sharade: Hey, thanks for reviewing my story; it means a lot to me. Anyway, I'd also like to thank you for saying where the quotes came from first. But unfortunately, you only got one. Please read the end notes for more details. Anyway, I appreciate you telling me about Once Upon a Time in Mexico, but I already knew about it and he's got one that's just about to come out in theatres called 'Secret Window'. Johnny rocks. Also, if you would like to tell me something, and I encourage you to do so, please e-mail me. I'd prefer reviews that are about my story. Thanks. I don't want you to think I'm being snooty or anything, cuz I don't mean to be.
Driven to Insanity: Thank you so much for reviewing my story, it really means a lot to me. And I love your story, it's really good. You know which one I speak of. Anyway, I might give Harry cooler clothes, but I can't now. Where would he get them? There's also the whole uniform thing. Malfoy's breaking the uniform rule because he's trying to seduce Harry. But Harry has no reason for super hot cloaks and the like. But don't despair, all hope is not yet lost. Just read the end notes and you'll see what I mean.
Dyann: I appreciate your review as well. So you caught the whole 'getting weak' thing with the Harry and Lestair bit. Yeah, I've been reading Anne Rice lately. She's the reason I put a vampire in this story. So I imagine you read Anne Rice, since your e-mail was something from Queen of the Damned. So, I suppose that's all I wanted to say. Thanks for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
******Harry's POV******
I'm still not talking to Ron or Hermione, not until they offer me an explanation as to why they ditched me. They feel rotten about it, and have said so many times. But they can apologize till they're blue in the face; I'm not talking to them until they tell me why they lied. That's really what bothers me, that they lied and they won't tell me why. What did they do that they can't tell me, their best friend? Well, fuck them then. If they're going to be all secretive then I don't need them. But still...
I felt a severe loneliness as I wandered down the hallway. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately, wandering. But some would say that wandering is sometimes the best way to find yourself. I'd say they're crazy, but who am I to decide that? But I wasn't actually wandering. I was searching for something...or someone. I recalled the events of last night with surprising clarity. I remembered Malfoy standing in the hall, crisp cerulean eyes focused on me, and only me. And I remembered the way my heart had fluttered in my chest. I had felt a pleasant sensation pass through me, and I wanted to feel it again. I had to find Malfoy.
My search wouldn't last long. I caught a glimpse of him around the library as he turned a corner. I resisted the urge to call out his name, for fear that he wouldn't respond. I was afraid that he would pretend that last night didn't happen, or that it was just a joke. Either way, I wasn't too sure he'd hear me. Students meandered down the hallway, their voices filling the air creating a soft hum. Instead, I tore after him, using my natural grace and agility, which I only had while running, to catch up with him.
The hallway was relatively empty, though a few students still strolled down the hall, not a care in the world. They paid no attention to me or Malfoy a few feet ahead. He was still walking in the middle of the hall, staring straight forward, hands in his pocket. He was wearing the same coat he was wearing yesterday. Why can't I have cool clothes? I stopped running, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I followed Malfoy a while longer until there were no students in sight.
"Are we alone?" His voice echoed faintly in the hall. He didn't turn around.
"Yes," I answered, staying where I was.
"Good," he turned to me now. His face was serious, but I could see his eyes bright with concealed excitement. "Have you thought about what I said?"
I nodded, though I realized I hadn't. I had been so preoccupied with seeing him again that I hadn't actually thought about what he had said.
"So, what do you think?" He asked.
I paused for a moment. After all, he was my enemy, and had been for as long as I had known him. But people can change. Oh, what the hell. "Alright, I'm willing to make peace."
Malfoy smiled, sending the same pleasant sensation I had felt before through me. Why was I suddenly feeling like this around him? Did I feel something for him? Maybe you're just horny. The thought surprised me. Never having thought something like that before, I had no idea where it came from. But what if I was horny... Was I horny so much that I wanted Malfoy, a guy? A guy... Was I gay? I had never thought about it before. Never having felt a serious attraction towards anyone before, I had assumed I was straight. But what if I was gay? It's an interesting thought to be sure. Meanwhile, Malfoy was staring at me oddly.
******Draco's POV******
What's he thinking? I continued to stare at him. He looked deep in thought, and he showed it. He was wondering about something... something he had just discovered. I let him go on thinking; he was rather amusing to watch, and he was nice to look at. He didn't have my devilish looks, but there was something attractive about him. He was slim, maybe a bit too slim, and not too tall. That's good, he won't be taller than me then. His hair was thick and messy, untamed. His skin was a lovely shade; a mixture of peach and tan, complemented by his pitch black hair. And his eyes. I loved those eyes, even more than my own, and I'm pretty conceded. I loved that dazzling shade of green, and I loved the way they shone. Whoa, be careful Malfoy. Remember, NO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE BET!
The Bet! I'm sure I thought of it all the time, but I never really thought of it. I never thought of what winning it would entitle. I tried to force those thoughts from my head, but it was futile. The same thoughts that had been in my mind last night surfaced again, and this time with much more force. They pounded into my head with a crushing brutality and I was afraid I would cry out. I needed to get away from Harry.
"Meet me here tomorrow night," I said quickly, backing away from him. He looked surprised at my sudden abruptness, but thankfully didn't question why. Instead he asked:
"What time?"
"7:00," I said, rushing away from him. He stood confused in the middle of the hall, and a little sad it seemed. I felt dreadful for leaving so suddenly, but I had to calm myself down before I exploded.
I was heading for the girl's bathroom. It was a quiet place, and I knew I could think in there. But when it was in sight I was hesitant to go in, almost frightened of the bathroom. The hard oak door was dark, ominous. Something in my memory was stirring, trying to surface, but failing. What was it about this room that made me so scared? It was as if a cold hand had gripped my heart, and wouldn't let go. Something had happened to me in this room, but I had no recollection of ever going in it.
I stood, staring at the door, trying to call up the memory that would end my confusion. Last night was a blur to me; I couldn't remember anything after Harry had left me. But I remembered whistling... a tune so familiar... Damon! She had found me last night, when I had been lying, broken, in the hall. And my back... it had been severely injured. But today it didn't so much as ache. What had happened? I couldn't explain it, but I knew Damon had had some part to play. She had been the last person I had seen before going to sleep, and then I wake up with no back pain. Coincidence? Never with Damon involved.
I rubbed my head, yelping as the lump on my head reminded me harshly of its presence. Early this morning I had been going somewhere when the horn on a stone gargoyle had hit me on the head. I can't remember where I was going anymore; the blow had wiped some of my memory. Pomfrey said it would come back to me eventually, and I hoped it would. All I could remember was that I had been going somewhere on important business. But where or why I was going eluded me. But I was determined to find out, and I believed the secret lay in the girl's bathroom on the first floor.
I took a deep breath and walked hesitantly towards the door. It loomed over me as I drew near, and my footsteps faltered. With each step I took towards the door, a shadow of a threat grew in my mind{3}. I was afraid of what I would find when I opened the door, but I had to do it. I reached for the brass knob, feeling the cold metal in my palm. Suddenly I lost my nerve, taking my hand of the knob and backing away from the door. Someday I would remember, but not now. I turned to leave.
Not now.
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End Notes: So that's the end of the chapter. It didn't take me that much time to write it, but I don't think it's too bad. Anyway, what I think doesn't matter. It's what YOU peeps think. So, please be dears and review.
BTW: Hey guys! Um, you all got one of the quotes, but not the other. Perhaps the second quote was in Pirates, but that's not where I was getting it. So if anyone manages to get the second one then I'll give you a treat. The second quote again is:
Come out, come out, where ever you are.
Hint: Try to imagine it with a terrible French accent. It was a horrible movie that started out as an AMAZING book. So, if anyone gets that one as well as the other, I'll give you a treat.
Treat: I think the treat will be that you can suggest anything you want and I'll put it into the story, which is good news for driven to insanity whose been asking quite frequently to give Harry cooler clothes. I think I'll put in some more of these things, where you have to guess where the quote came from, and I think if someone gets them all I'll write a story in your honour. Obviously, you get to suggest the basis for it and what you want in it. So I guess that just another reason for you to continue reading my story. *grin*
There's more: I almost forgot about the new quote.
{3} A shadow of a threat grew in my mind.
Yeah, that's not the quote from the movie. So to help you a bit, here's the real thing:
A shadow of a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it!
So let's see who gets that one.
Note: For every two quotes I'll give you a treat. So for the first two quotes, there's a treat. And if someone gets this quote and the next one, they get a treat.