I know, I'm really sorry (like usual) that it is taking me this long
to update, I really am. But see, last Tuesday, I had a big accident with
that stupid laptop of mine. I was walking out of my English classroom when
stupid me thought it would be a good idea to try and drop it down the
stairs. All of them. Let me tell you, its not. Long story short, it died.
It went to computer heaven. And so currently I have this massive
replacement laptop that is older than dirt until I can either get
everything in my old one replaced or buy a new computer. That's why I
haven't updated in forever and a year or two. And I'm sorry, but I have an
excuse. (Not that it helps) Anyways. I will try to give you a good chapter
because I feel so guilty but you know, I'm stressed as anything being the
last week before exams and all. But I'll try okay?
And still, a beta reader would be appreciated. Just so you know.
Also, I can't really remember where I left off in this pathetic story, and I have no Internet connection with this hung of plastic and wires and I lost all my files and such. So I will just like, start a new day or something to that extent. Sorry if I confuse you or something terrible. If I write anything that contradicts what I have said previously, just let me know and I'll fix it. I just want to get another chapter up before someone hunts me down with a blow torch or something.
PREVIOSLY...
"Er, well no. I'm no kind of virgin."
"That's interesting." Harry said, laughing at how uncomfortable Draco was steadily becoming. "I don't want to be THIS kind of virgin any more, you know." He informed the boy underneath him.
"Really?"
"Really. And I want to do it with you. But not tonight. Not while you are still drunk." "I understand"
"I just, I want it to be special. You know?"
"Yeah."
"Besides, its almost two in the morning. And we have classes tomorrow."
In response, Draco only yawned. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and finally asked, "Can we go to sleep?"
"Sounds good."
They crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled back the blankets. Harry fell asleep that night wrapped in Draco's cozy embrace.
Chapter 7:
Harry strolled into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning; he scanned the room and saw Ginny and Dean sitting together at the end of the Gryffindor table. He walked over to them and took a seat next to Dean, across from Ginny.
"Morning Harry," Ginny said pleasantly.
Harry somewhat grunted in response as he piled food into his mouth. Swallowing loudly, he said, "Morning Gin," he nodded to the boy next to him, "hey Dean."
Harry continued to eat as Ginny and Dean continued their conversation around him. He half listened and he half lost himself in his own thoughts. He couldn't quite figure out his thoughts on everything that had happened with Draco two nights ago. He hadn't really talked to Draco since that night; when he woke the next morning, Draco was still asleep. He just got out of bed and went about his day; he left for breakfast before Draco had even awoken. That day he hadn't seen the blonde boy much at all and he spent his night in the library, reviewing his potions homework.
But he wasn't avoiding him. He defiantly wasn't avoiding him. Okay... He was avoiding him. He was confused. He was very confused.
Harry tried to think his thoughts through, but everything was so complicated. He decided that he needed some air, he grabbed a piece of toast and thanked Merlin that it was a Saturday. As he wandered down to the lake, he let his thoughts flow again.
What happened with Draco was what he wanted, right? It was what Draco wanted, he was sure. But he couldn't help but wonder if he was making a mistake, what if he wasn't gay? This was the kind of decision that you couldn't mess up; it effected you for the rest of your life. Maybe he was wrong; maybe he was just a horny teenage boy. Maybe he was still getting over Hermione.
'Who the fuck are you kidding, Harry?' he thought, almost out loud. 'Of course you're bloody still getting over that bitch,' Harry corrected himself mentally.
Harry plopped down onto the grass and threw a rock out into the lake. He watched the ripples spread back out at him and chewed his toast thoughtfully. He was rushing things. He hadn't had time to grieve, he was still hurt, still adjust to life without her. That was all. He was sure of it. Now that everything had sunk in, Harry was sure that he wasn't gay. Positive almost. He looked down at his hand, the veins running atop it and sighed. Malfoy's blood ran through his veins too. Even if he wasn't gay, Draco was. And now Harry was stuck with him forever. And he wasn't even gay. He was sure of it. Positive.
He rested his head onto his knees and vowed to himself to tell Draco tonight that he had made a mistake, that it was wrong. Harry heaved a long sigh and he felt someone sit down beside him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Ginny asked him softly.
"That's a muggle phrase," he responded lightly, teasing her.
"I know. So what if I happen to like muggle movies."
"You don't have a TV." Harry pointed out knowledgably. "How do you watch muggle movies?"
"Au contraire, my friend. I do too have a TV. It's in my room, Mum doesn't know about it yet. Took me almost two months to figure out how to hook everything up. Muggles are so complicated." She laughed at the memory of all the wires and cords. "But my technology skills aren't the point. What's up?"
"Ah, nothing. Just thought I would take advantage of the Saturday and the sun." He threw another rock towards the center of the lake. This time, however, the rock came pelting back at him with a force that would have actually hurt, had it hit him. "Stupid squid." He muttered as the rock whizzed by his right ear.
Ginny chuckled and then asked him again, "I don't believe you. What's wrong?"
"I don't know." She looked at him pointedly. "Okay. I know, but its weird, its complicated."
"Well do you wanna talk about it?"
"I don't know, maybe, no.. yes. I guess." He pushed his hand through his dark hair and sighed again. "Where do I start?"
"Well the beginning would be a nice point"
"That was so cliché."
"I know, but you asked a cliché question, and so you got a cliché response." Harry looked over at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Never mind. That makes hardly any sense. But just start where it gets complicated I guess."
"Well. See, Draco kissed me." Ginny looked up at him, startled. "Or well, I kissed him." Now she just looked puzzled. "Oh bollocks, Gin, I don't know who kissed who, but it happened."
"And..." she prompted.
"And I liked it, or I did then. But then is started thinking. And I don't think I'm gay. I think I was just being a hormone driven teenager." He paused and blushed slightly. "I mean, I haven't even gotten over her."
"Her." Ginny said quietly.
"Yeah. Her." Harry looked away, over the lake and into the distance. Ginny saw his eyes glaze over and he was lost in thought. She studied him as he reminisced. She studied the way the morning sunlight hit his dark hair, the way his tanned skin glowed, even when he was upset.
'What the fuck Virginia Weasley?!' she shouted at herself inside her head. She shook her head quickly to stop her line of thought. 'Where the hell did that come from?' She looked back up at Harry, albeit cautiously this time. She saw his chin quiver slightly; his memories had taken a bad turn.
She rested her hand on his bare arm and he jolted out of his reverie. "Harry?" She questioned him, "don't think about it, and don't dwell in the past."
"I know I shouldn't, but its hard Gin. It's really hard not to think about it all. I mean, what did I do wrong? What's wrong with me? Why did she fall out of love with me?" He looked deep into Ginny's eyes, searching for the questions and coming up short.
"I don't know Harry, I don't. Because really, you are so much better than she deserved in the first place. The bitch doesn't know how lucky she was."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you?" Ginny cracked a grin and it lit up not only her face, but his too.
"Never."
"Of course not." She smiled at him and he smiled back, grateful that he had a friend in her; seeing as he lost both Ron and Hermione.
(A/N I wish I had hair long enough to tie into a knot so I didn't even need a hair tie. Lol. Sorry)
"So," Ginny began, opening a new topic. "When's the next Quidditch practice, eh Captain?"
"Uh, I hadn't really thought about it."
"Well buddy, you better. We play Hufflepuff in two weeks."
Ginny was the keeper for Gryffindor and had been since her third year. The beaters were Seamus and Dean and the chasers were three sixth year girls, triplets, Melinda, Isabelle and Natasha Del Favero. All three girls were Italian and had long brown hair the color of burnt brown sugar and eyes that almost matched the color of their hair. They were identical in every way except that they each wore a different hair accessory every day, to help people keep them strait. The three were Ginny's closest friends, and Harry's favorite players, other than Ginny.
"Ah. I guess we'll have to have practice tomorrow. You wanna tell everyone for me?"
"Uh. No."
"Ginnnnnnny" he whined, knowing she was only kidding.
"Mmm, maybe. But why should I?"
"Because I asked nicely?" He flashed her a bright smile and she conceded.
"Okay. Fine. But you owe me."
"Deal. I owe you. Just because I am lazy and don't feel like hunting down five bloody people."
Ginny just laughed at him. "You know I'm the greatest."
"Yes. You're the greatest." With that, Harry stood and offered the redhead on the ground his hand. They started back towards the castle laughing over something irrelevant.
"Wait." Ginny stopped walking and turned to face him. "You didn't really talk about what's bothering you," she remembered, frowning. Harry ran his hands through his hair, causing it to appear even more disheveled that usual.
"I know. But I think it's okay. I just have to tell Draco that I made a mistake, multiple mistakes." He sighed and looked at her. "Gods, Gin. How do I always get myself into such messes?"
"I dunno Buddy, I dunno." She smiled as she said this. "When are you going to tell him?"
"Today. Tonight. I have to."
"Yeah. You have too." The duo began their stroll back to the castle; Harry lost in thought about how he would tell Malfoy his revelation and Ginny confused as to why she suddenly felt nervous around Harry, one of her best friends.
REVIEW!! I COMAND IT!
Well... don't cry, I have a plan for this story now. Hear that? I HAVE A PLAN!!!!!!!
And still, a beta reader would be appreciated. Just so you know.
Also, I can't really remember where I left off in this pathetic story, and I have no Internet connection with this hung of plastic and wires and I lost all my files and such. So I will just like, start a new day or something to that extent. Sorry if I confuse you or something terrible. If I write anything that contradicts what I have said previously, just let me know and I'll fix it. I just want to get another chapter up before someone hunts me down with a blow torch or something.
PREVIOSLY...
"Er, well no. I'm no kind of virgin."
"That's interesting." Harry said, laughing at how uncomfortable Draco was steadily becoming. "I don't want to be THIS kind of virgin any more, you know." He informed the boy underneath him.
"Really?"
"Really. And I want to do it with you. But not tonight. Not while you are still drunk." "I understand"
"I just, I want it to be special. You know?"
"Yeah."
"Besides, its almost two in the morning. And we have classes tomorrow."
In response, Draco only yawned. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, and finally asked, "Can we go to sleep?"
"Sounds good."
They crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled back the blankets. Harry fell asleep that night wrapped in Draco's cozy embrace.
Chapter 7:
Harry strolled into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning; he scanned the room and saw Ginny and Dean sitting together at the end of the Gryffindor table. He walked over to them and took a seat next to Dean, across from Ginny.
"Morning Harry," Ginny said pleasantly.
Harry somewhat grunted in response as he piled food into his mouth. Swallowing loudly, he said, "Morning Gin," he nodded to the boy next to him, "hey Dean."
Harry continued to eat as Ginny and Dean continued their conversation around him. He half listened and he half lost himself in his own thoughts. He couldn't quite figure out his thoughts on everything that had happened with Draco two nights ago. He hadn't really talked to Draco since that night; when he woke the next morning, Draco was still asleep. He just got out of bed and went about his day; he left for breakfast before Draco had even awoken. That day he hadn't seen the blonde boy much at all and he spent his night in the library, reviewing his potions homework.
But he wasn't avoiding him. He defiantly wasn't avoiding him. Okay... He was avoiding him. He was confused. He was very confused.
Harry tried to think his thoughts through, but everything was so complicated. He decided that he needed some air, he grabbed a piece of toast and thanked Merlin that it was a Saturday. As he wandered down to the lake, he let his thoughts flow again.
What happened with Draco was what he wanted, right? It was what Draco wanted, he was sure. But he couldn't help but wonder if he was making a mistake, what if he wasn't gay? This was the kind of decision that you couldn't mess up; it effected you for the rest of your life. Maybe he was wrong; maybe he was just a horny teenage boy. Maybe he was still getting over Hermione.
'Who the fuck are you kidding, Harry?' he thought, almost out loud. 'Of course you're bloody still getting over that bitch,' Harry corrected himself mentally.
Harry plopped down onto the grass and threw a rock out into the lake. He watched the ripples spread back out at him and chewed his toast thoughtfully. He was rushing things. He hadn't had time to grieve, he was still hurt, still adjust to life without her. That was all. He was sure of it. Now that everything had sunk in, Harry was sure that he wasn't gay. Positive almost. He looked down at his hand, the veins running atop it and sighed. Malfoy's blood ran through his veins too. Even if he wasn't gay, Draco was. And now Harry was stuck with him forever. And he wasn't even gay. He was sure of it. Positive.
He rested his head onto his knees and vowed to himself to tell Draco tonight that he had made a mistake, that it was wrong. Harry heaved a long sigh and he felt someone sit down beside him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Ginny asked him softly.
"That's a muggle phrase," he responded lightly, teasing her.
"I know. So what if I happen to like muggle movies."
"You don't have a TV." Harry pointed out knowledgably. "How do you watch muggle movies?"
"Au contraire, my friend. I do too have a TV. It's in my room, Mum doesn't know about it yet. Took me almost two months to figure out how to hook everything up. Muggles are so complicated." She laughed at the memory of all the wires and cords. "But my technology skills aren't the point. What's up?"
"Ah, nothing. Just thought I would take advantage of the Saturday and the sun." He threw another rock towards the center of the lake. This time, however, the rock came pelting back at him with a force that would have actually hurt, had it hit him. "Stupid squid." He muttered as the rock whizzed by his right ear.
Ginny chuckled and then asked him again, "I don't believe you. What's wrong?"
"I don't know." She looked at him pointedly. "Okay. I know, but its weird, its complicated."
"Well do you wanna talk about it?"
"I don't know, maybe, no.. yes. I guess." He pushed his hand through his dark hair and sighed again. "Where do I start?"
"Well the beginning would be a nice point"
"That was so cliché."
"I know, but you asked a cliché question, and so you got a cliché response." Harry looked over at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Never mind. That makes hardly any sense. But just start where it gets complicated I guess."
"Well. See, Draco kissed me." Ginny looked up at him, startled. "Or well, I kissed him." Now she just looked puzzled. "Oh bollocks, Gin, I don't know who kissed who, but it happened."
"And..." she prompted.
"And I liked it, or I did then. But then is started thinking. And I don't think I'm gay. I think I was just being a hormone driven teenager." He paused and blushed slightly. "I mean, I haven't even gotten over her."
"Her." Ginny said quietly.
"Yeah. Her." Harry looked away, over the lake and into the distance. Ginny saw his eyes glaze over and he was lost in thought. She studied him as he reminisced. She studied the way the morning sunlight hit his dark hair, the way his tanned skin glowed, even when he was upset.
'What the fuck Virginia Weasley?!' she shouted at herself inside her head. She shook her head quickly to stop her line of thought. 'Where the hell did that come from?' She looked back up at Harry, albeit cautiously this time. She saw his chin quiver slightly; his memories had taken a bad turn.
She rested her hand on his bare arm and he jolted out of his reverie. "Harry?" She questioned him, "don't think about it, and don't dwell in the past."
"I know I shouldn't, but its hard Gin. It's really hard not to think about it all. I mean, what did I do wrong? What's wrong with me? Why did she fall out of love with me?" He looked deep into Ginny's eyes, searching for the questions and coming up short.
"I don't know Harry, I don't. Because really, you are so much better than she deserved in the first place. The bitch doesn't know how lucky she was."
"Really?"
"Would I lie to you?" Ginny cracked a grin and it lit up not only her face, but his too.
"Never."
"Of course not." She smiled at him and he smiled back, grateful that he had a friend in her; seeing as he lost both Ron and Hermione.
(A/N I wish I had hair long enough to tie into a knot so I didn't even need a hair tie. Lol. Sorry)
"So," Ginny began, opening a new topic. "When's the next Quidditch practice, eh Captain?"
"Uh, I hadn't really thought about it."
"Well buddy, you better. We play Hufflepuff in two weeks."
Ginny was the keeper for Gryffindor and had been since her third year. The beaters were Seamus and Dean and the chasers were three sixth year girls, triplets, Melinda, Isabelle and Natasha Del Favero. All three girls were Italian and had long brown hair the color of burnt brown sugar and eyes that almost matched the color of their hair. They were identical in every way except that they each wore a different hair accessory every day, to help people keep them strait. The three were Ginny's closest friends, and Harry's favorite players, other than Ginny.
"Ah. I guess we'll have to have practice tomorrow. You wanna tell everyone for me?"
"Uh. No."
"Ginnnnnnny" he whined, knowing she was only kidding.
"Mmm, maybe. But why should I?"
"Because I asked nicely?" He flashed her a bright smile and she conceded.
"Okay. Fine. But you owe me."
"Deal. I owe you. Just because I am lazy and don't feel like hunting down five bloody people."
Ginny just laughed at him. "You know I'm the greatest."
"Yes. You're the greatest." With that, Harry stood and offered the redhead on the ground his hand. They started back towards the castle laughing over something irrelevant.
"Wait." Ginny stopped walking and turned to face him. "You didn't really talk about what's bothering you," she remembered, frowning. Harry ran his hands through his hair, causing it to appear even more disheveled that usual.
"I know. But I think it's okay. I just have to tell Draco that I made a mistake, multiple mistakes." He sighed and looked at her. "Gods, Gin. How do I always get myself into such messes?"
"I dunno Buddy, I dunno." She smiled as she said this. "When are you going to tell him?"
"Today. Tonight. I have to."
"Yeah. You have too." The duo began their stroll back to the castle; Harry lost in thought about how he would tell Malfoy his revelation and Ginny confused as to why she suddenly felt nervous around Harry, one of her best friends.
REVIEW!! I COMAND IT!
Well... don't cry, I have a plan for this story now. Hear that? I HAVE A PLAN!!!!!!!