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******Harry's POV******
Boys and Girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange? {6}
"Oh shut up..." I growled at the pumpkins floating high above the students heads, chanting in an endless loop a Halloween song that was quite charming –the first 10 times you hear it. By now I had heard this song easily fifty times and it had lost all its magic.
"I can't take it anymore!"
I spun around in time to see a tall black-haired student, probably a Slytherin, fire a white jet of light at one of the singing pumpkins, obliterating it instantly. Millions of tiny fragments showered down on the cheering students who were delighted that someone had finally acted upon the desire they all had. Although the other pumpkins did not cease their endless serenade, their song could not be heard amid the loud cries of the children. Even I was caught up in the moment, lending my voice to the hubbub. The Slytherin boy was laughing, bowing, and saying something that I could not make out above the noise. It was quite an awesome spectacle.
Suddenly another white jet whistled down the hallway, splitting the students into two groups as they moved to avoid the beam. Unfortunately the Slytherin, our hero, hadn't been quick enough to avoid the beam. It hit him dead-center in his chest, rocketing him back a few feet. He landed with a thud, unharmed, but visibly dazed and confused {1.5}. As we all were.
"What is going on here?"
We turned to the source of the voice: Snape. He had his wand in his hand, though it was not pointed at anyone or anything. He strode down the path between the students, scowling as he passed. I tried to push my way behind the students on my side, lest he think that I was responsible for destroying the pumpkin. However, the other students shared the same fear and pushed as I pushed, denying my entrance to the back.
"Please, he's going to blame me! He hates me!" I pleaded urgently to the people behind me. They shook their heads.
"Sorry dude," one of them said. He had an 'out-of-it' look about him, as if he wasn't aware of what was happening around him. I could barely see his eyes beneath his mop of hair. "But he hates us too. Every man for himself."
"You don't understand! Please -"
"Shut up! We're not moving," another one said, glaring at me. "So bugger off!"
I shut my mouth, turning away from him. I didn't want to start a fight, especially since I was avoiding drawing attention to myself. Instead I just looked at the ground, or to the side, anywhere but forward, hoping that Snape would pass me by, not noticing my presence. I would have no such luck.
"Mr. Potter," he said, stopping in front of me. I reluctantly raised my head. "I should have known I'd find you here –with all the trouble."
"I didn't do it," I said.
"I wouldn't lie if I were you, Potter," said Snape.
"It's true, it wasn't him."
Everyone turned in the direction of the voice. The Slytherin had recovered from the blow and was standing shakily, still a little dizzy. I felt grateful to him, grateful that he was defending me.
"I did it," he admitted. "The twerp had nothing to do with it."
My gratefulness flew out the window. He wasn't standing up for me; he just didn't want me to take credit for his actions; he wanted to be a hero.
"You?" Snape growled, trying to hide his surprise that someone from his own house had broken a rule and his disappointment at not being able to punish me.
"Me," the Slytherin confirmed. "Now I suppose I'm going to be punished?"
Snape sputtered for a bit, articulation forgotten. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing at him. I could tell that he didn't want to punish someone from his own house, but I knew he also didn't want to show weakness in front of the student body. When it seemed that the students were going to start laughing at him, he managed to compose himself.
"Richter, follow me," he growled, turning around, certain that Richter would follow him. What he didn't see was the boy's perfect imitation of his walk. When Snape and Richter disappeared around the corner, a few students, who were either bold or unable to keep it in, burst out into laughter. They were joined by other students moments later and soon every student in the hall was roaring with laughter, save for those who were completely terrified of Snape's wrath. Like me, for example. However, I was the first to leave my side of the hall and walk down the path towards the Great Hall.
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"Harry! Where were you?"
"I could ask you the very same question," I replied. Hermione fell silent, staring at me disapprovingly. It was obvious she didn't want any kind of a row to begin. I didn't want one either, but I had become quite pissy over the weeks and couldn't help but be snippy. Ron, quite possibly for the first time in his life, saw this and decided to change the subject.
"Hey Harry, did you hear about the pumpkin being blown up?"
I nodded. "I was there."
"You were?" Hermione broke in before Ron could say anything. "Harry, that happened on the other side of the school, near Slytherin house. Why were you there?"
I opened my mouth to reply, but found that no words would come out. Why had I been there? I didn't truly know why I had been in that end of the school, why I had gone out of my way to end up there. My first explanation was Draco. But then again, hadn't I been avoiding him? But maybe I did want to see him. After all, if I truly didn't want to see Draco then I wouldn't have gone into that hall, that end of the school. Seeing my friends staring at me, I quickly came up with an answer, an obvious lie.
"Change of scenery," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders. I pushed past them, walked a few feet, then turned around to look at them. "You coming?"
Ron nodded, coming towards me. I was glad to have him as a friend again, Hermione as well. I didn't feel so inferior around Ron and Hermione anymore, though sometimes their Prefecting abilities upset me. Also, the fact that Ron was on the Quidditch team didn't bother me anymore. I know that it's wrong of me to say this, but the reason for that was that he wasn't any good. This way, he wouldn't steal my thunder. I hated myself for thinking this, but it was true and as much as I didn't want to believe it, I knew I couldn't lie to myself.
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Halloween dinner passed without much incident. Apart from the few kids who smuggled in alcohol and later proceeded to jump on the table and perform a striptease, there really wasn't much that happened. Supper was followed by a dance, much to my dismay. I had never been very fond of dancing, especially now since I had feelings for Draco and couldn't get him off my mind. So when Hermione and Ron each found someone to dance with, I quietly slipped into the shadows and made my exit. I was certain that no one had seen me, however I was wrong.
I was in the hall outside the library when he caught up with me. I don't know what had brought me to this part, especially since I knew that this is where Draco and I always met. Maybe I was looking for him. If that was the case, then I got my wish. The pumpkins were still singing their tune, and so I had not heard approaching footsteps.
"Harry!"
I spun around. There he was; a shadow in the hall, dark and mysterious, demonic and beautiful. He was a God, my own personal Deity. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but before I had realized it my feet had started moving, taking me away from Draco at a great speed.
"Oh, no you don't!" I heard him say before he too began running.
He was a lot faster than he had been when I had taken him to the kitchen, but I believe he was using a lot more energy. He was panting, and I was still going strong. But he would not give up, and he was gaining on me! I ran faster, putting some distance between Malfoy and I. I glanced quickly at him, tripping over my own foot in the process. I hit the floor hard, smacking my chin which was still sore from the last time I had hit my chin on the floor. I tried to get up but was pushed to the floor by Draco, flipped around so that my back was to the floor and I could face him. I stared into his eyes, wondering what secrets lay in the depths of the cloudy grey orbs.
He had his legs on either side of my waist and was sitting on me, preventing any escape, not that I wanted to. He was magnificent, amazing, captivating. Try as I could I could not take my eyes away from him. But seeing his face had brought back that night outside the kitchen, and I began babbling.
"Draco, about that night..."
"Harry, it's ok."
"I didn't mean it like that..."
"I said it's ok!" repeated Draco.
"I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me! I -"
I was silenced quite suddenly as I felt a soft, pleasant pressure against my lips. Blonde bangs, Malfoy's bangs, brushed against my eyelids, tickling them slightly. The pressure on my lips lasted no more than a few short seconds, but it had still left me breathless. Had Draco just kissed me? I blinked, unable to believe it. Draco's mouth was inches from mine, slightly open. Our noses were almost touching and his bangs fell on either side of my face, creating a sort of barrier between me and the rest of the world. All I could focus on was him.
"I said it was ok," he whispered softly before once more pressing his lips against mine, and this time with more force. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, as the pure ecstasy of it washed over me. It was a soft, sensuous kiss, blissful. I found myself in a dreamlike state, unsure of what was real.
When he broke the kiss, I whimpered softly, unable to stop it. I opened my eyes slightly. I could see myself reflected in his storm-grey eyes, and I suddenly wanted to leave. I don't know what had caused it, but I was scared suddenly. Maybe it was because I was in such close proximity with Draco, but all I wanted was to get away from him.
"I have to leave," I muttered quickly, sliding out from under him. He didn't stop me, though I could see in his eyes that he didn't want me to leave. He said nothing, he didn't have to. I turned from him and ran.
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I was near Gryffindor house when I heard voices that I recognized as Ron and Hermione's. I proceeded silently, listening to their conversation. They were talking about me.
"We have to tell him, Ron."
"I know," Ron answered. "But how?"
"I don't know..." Hermione said. "But we've put it off for far too long."
I was intrigued. So they had been keeping something from me. I crept closer, peering around the corner. Now was my time to find out what it was. They didn't see me looking at them.
"We'll tell him tomorrow," She said. Ron nodded.
"Alright," he said, and much to my surprise he put his arms around her, drew her close to him and kissed her forehead. "Tomorrow."
I stifled a gasp. So this is what they were keeping from me? They were dating! All that I had been feeling since school began hit me like a ton of bricks, almost knocking me off my feet. I felt dizzy, and leant against the wall to steady myself. This was too much. The feeling of being left out was much stronger now, so much so that I was afraid I would cry out. My two best friends had united behind my back, and I was the odd-man out.
I ran. I'm sure my subconscious knew where I was going, however my conscious mind was still too stricken to think of anything else than Hermione and Ron in that empty hall... I ran, tears pouring down my face. I had to get away.
******Draco's POV******
Damn, that had been close. I stood in the middle of the hall, waiting without much hope that Harry would come back. I doubted he would, remembering the last time he had freaked on me and ran away, successfully avoiding me for two, almost three, weeks. But still... He had seemed afraid when he had run off, but of what? Me? I hoped that wasn't the case –I was really tired of people being afraid of me.
All thoughts of fear aside, I gingerly touched my lips, for about the millionth time. I remembered having Harry beneath me, innocent, gorgeous. I remembered the way his lips had tasted, the way he had whimpered when we had separated. God, how I wanted him! I had just barely tasted the euphoria that was Potter, and already I was addicted, hooked, obsessed. I laughed in spite of myself; it had been my intention to grab Harry, instead he had grabbed me. The hunter had become the hunted. This was in his hands now. I hoped to God that he would come back.
But after about twenty minutes of waiting, my hope had diminished to a mere thread. But it was still there, glistening in the shadow of disbelief. In five minutes I would leave for Slytherin house.
I was walking away when I heard heavy, rapid footsteps. Someone was coming. I stood stalk still, listening. I backed behind the corner, should the approach be hostile. I would be ready for whoever it was. The footsteps were much closer now, a few feet from me. I had my hand on my wand, ready. A flash of black cloak whipped around the corner, sliding to a halt close to me. It was Harry.
"Harry!" He came back. Then I noticed his tear-stained cheeks. "Harry, what's wrong?"
He didn't answer, but rather ran towards me, practically jumped on me, and brutally pushed his lips against mine. I was against the wall, his full weight keeping me there. His hands were on either side of my face, bringing me deeper in the kiss. The kiss... oh, there were no words to describe it. It was rough, passionate, the way I liked it. I hadn't expected Harry to be this kind of kisser. However, I did notice that there was an absence of tongue...
I pushed my tongue into his mouth as far as it would go. Harry moaned softly, sending pleasurable sensations down my body. I placed my hands on his lower back, pressing him closer to me.
I have no idea how long the kiss lasted. It seemed like time had stopped completely. Nothing mattered. When we broke apart we were both a little dazed, dazzled by the pure ecstasy of the kiss. We stared at each other for a moment, lost in each others eyes, before I went in for another taste.
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End Notes: So that's it for the
chapter. Now the fun begins. Ahahah!
Quote: A lot of you got the first song quote, and now here's the second song quote:
Boys and Girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange? {6}
So that's the second quote. Here's the one in the other chapter.
"Why is everything so confusing?"
"Maybe I'm just out of my mind..."
So that's it. Good luck guessing them. I imagine they're very easy though. Ta.