DILEMMA
AN: Hey I'd just like u all to know that, the 2 separate stories going on right now (Draco part and Harry's part) will be put together soon. So don't freak that you won't understand it, it will all come together.
Oh, and I only got one review :( I think I need a hug! Oh well, I hope, I really, really hope I get lots more later. So this chapter is all and totally dedicated to one one and only, first reviewer of this story --- drum roll --- ANGEL! I sound like such a loser don't I?? Lol!
Angel: I personally like this story best, coz I have planned everything out for
it all. And yes, I will try to watch my grammar, I was in a rush
anyway. Thanks for the luck, I think it worked!
CHAPTER THREE:
"So, um, you think we should take you home now Harry?" Hermione asked. It was 8:30 pm in the evening now (I don't know if it is dark by then where ever you're living, but here in Darwin, Australia it is like black by then.) The four were supposed to be home before it started to get dark.
"Oh hold on a moment!" cried Ron, licking ice cream that had dripped off his fingers. "I haven't finished yet!"
Harry leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms up high. "Ah, yeah I guess."
Hermione picked up her handbag and stood up. "Well, shall we?"
Harry took one last look at Florean Forescues's Ice-Cream Parlour, bringing back memories from before his third year, when he was accommodated at the Leaky Cauldron.
Then off they went, slowly, heading back to Privet Drive from Diagon Ally, London.
Harry knowing all the way, that he'd be in deep trouble when the Dursley's noticed he was back.
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"Hey Vanessa?" Draco said, looking away from the adults sitting on the other side or the long dinning table – gossipping, catching up on all the news – after dessert.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna, like, get away from these oldies and step upstairs for a while?" asked Draco.
Vanessa thinking suspiciously said slowly "Why?"
"Oh," Draco laughed at his friend "I just wanna show you something."
So the two went up the grand flight of stairs, heading to a room. But it wasn't Draco's room, Vanessa noticed. "Where are we going?"
"To my Art Room" Draco took a turn and headed down a short hall and opened the tall oak doors at the end. "Welcome to my personal drawing room"
Vanessa gaped at the furniture in this large room. It was a bright room, lit by hundreds of pretty chandeliers. Ceiling high windows, revealing the starry night sky. Clay sculptures stood here and there. A large desk in the centre. An easel stood next to it, in front of a tall black stool. A large shelf filled with all sorts of art supplies: paint, oil pastels, chalk, pencils, quills, brushes, and more. Hung on the walls all around were paintings, and chalk drawings, and sketches of people and landscapes. But something in it all was missing, "The pictures are not moving!" cried Vanessa.
"Oh, that's because," Draco blushed "They're muggle paintings."
"Muggle? Why on earth would – "
"Hey, are you criticising my constructive artwork?" teased Draco. "Nah, it's coz I find Muggle art fascinating." Draco looked up all his art around the room.
"You did all this? By yourself?"
Draco nodded slowly, still studying each of his paintings. Vanessa looked Draco as if seeing him for the first time. "Wow. I've never seen this side of you before."
"What side?" Draco snapped out of his trance.
"This, sensitive side of you."
"Oh, well," Draco blushed once again. "Ah, well everybody's gotta have a sensitive side don't they?" he smiled widely.
"Well, I'm impressed!" Vanessa smiled even more widely.
"Hey! Do you want me to draw you?" Draco exclaimed brightly.
"Oh, ok!" Vanessa said, equally as excited. Draco walked away and brought another stool from the corner and placed it infront of his easel. "Sit there" he offered.
About twenty minutes later, his sketch was done. He showed it to Vanessa and she was astounded by how professional it looked, just like a photograph. It looked exactly like her, no flaws or anything.
"Well, Mr Malfoy Jr. I'm amazed. Draco smiled happily, a true genuine smile that didn't come from seeing others pain. But a true smile, that was from the basis of happiness. He hadn't felt like this for years, about anyone, even his friends in Slytherin. He hadn't even had this much fun when he was picking on other students like Potter.
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AN: Sorry I'm late once again. I was very lazy and hadn't done most of my homework, so now I must catch up on it all, not a very good thing. Assignments and essays keep piling up and homework done in a rush during classes, I've never had this experience before, very new to me! So, I will try to do it all this weekend, and just as a warning, I might not update for much longer still. I offer all apologies.
Also, so sorry that this is such a short chapter, but it kinda covers all I wanted to happen in this update, but anyhow I will write another straight away, I'm writing now!
AN: Hey I'd just like u all to know that, the 2 separate stories going on right now (Draco part and Harry's part) will be put together soon. So don't freak that you won't understand it, it will all come together.
Oh, and I only got one review :( I think I need a hug! Oh well, I hope, I really, really hope I get lots more later. So this chapter is all and totally dedicated to one one and only, first reviewer of this story --- drum roll --- ANGEL! I sound like such a loser don't I?? Lol!
Angel: I personally like this story best, coz I have planned everything out for
it all. And yes, I will try to watch my grammar, I was in a rush
anyway. Thanks for the luck, I think it worked!
CHAPTER THREE:
"So, um, you think we should take you home now Harry?" Hermione asked. It was 8:30 pm in the evening now (I don't know if it is dark by then where ever you're living, but here in Darwin, Australia it is like black by then.) The four were supposed to be home before it started to get dark.
"Oh hold on a moment!" cried Ron, licking ice cream that had dripped off his fingers. "I haven't finished yet!"
Harry leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms up high. "Ah, yeah I guess."
Hermione picked up her handbag and stood up. "Well, shall we?"
Harry took one last look at Florean Forescues's Ice-Cream Parlour, bringing back memories from before his third year, when he was accommodated at the Leaky Cauldron.
Then off they went, slowly, heading back to Privet Drive from Diagon Ally, London.
Harry knowing all the way, that he'd be in deep trouble when the Dursley's noticed he was back.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hey Vanessa?" Draco said, looking away from the adults sitting on the other side or the long dinning table – gossipping, catching up on all the news – after dessert.
"Yeah?"
"Do you wanna, like, get away from these oldies and step upstairs for a while?" asked Draco.
Vanessa thinking suspiciously said slowly "Why?"
"Oh," Draco laughed at his friend "I just wanna show you something."
So the two went up the grand flight of stairs, heading to a room. But it wasn't Draco's room, Vanessa noticed. "Where are we going?"
"To my Art Room" Draco took a turn and headed down a short hall and opened the tall oak doors at the end. "Welcome to my personal drawing room"
Vanessa gaped at the furniture in this large room. It was a bright room, lit by hundreds of pretty chandeliers. Ceiling high windows, revealing the starry night sky. Clay sculptures stood here and there. A large desk in the centre. An easel stood next to it, in front of a tall black stool. A large shelf filled with all sorts of art supplies: paint, oil pastels, chalk, pencils, quills, brushes, and more. Hung on the walls all around were paintings, and chalk drawings, and sketches of people and landscapes. But something in it all was missing, "The pictures are not moving!" cried Vanessa.
"Oh, that's because," Draco blushed "They're muggle paintings."
"Muggle? Why on earth would – "
"Hey, are you criticising my constructive artwork?" teased Draco. "Nah, it's coz I find Muggle art fascinating." Draco looked up all his art around the room.
"You did all this? By yourself?"
Draco nodded slowly, still studying each of his paintings. Vanessa looked Draco as if seeing him for the first time. "Wow. I've never seen this side of you before."
"What side?" Draco snapped out of his trance.
"This, sensitive side of you."
"Oh, well," Draco blushed once again. "Ah, well everybody's gotta have a sensitive side don't they?" he smiled widely.
"Well, I'm impressed!" Vanessa smiled even more widely.
"Hey! Do you want me to draw you?" Draco exclaimed brightly.
"Oh, ok!" Vanessa said, equally as excited. Draco walked away and brought another stool from the corner and placed it infront of his easel. "Sit there" he offered.
About twenty minutes later, his sketch was done. He showed it to Vanessa and she was astounded by how professional it looked, just like a photograph. It looked exactly like her, no flaws or anything.
"Well, Mr Malfoy Jr. I'm amazed. Draco smiled happily, a true genuine smile that didn't come from seeing others pain. But a true smile, that was from the basis of happiness. He hadn't felt like this for years, about anyone, even his friends in Slytherin. He hadn't even had this much fun when he was picking on other students like Potter.
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AN: Sorry I'm late once again. I was very lazy and hadn't done most of my homework, so now I must catch up on it all, not a very good thing. Assignments and essays keep piling up and homework done in a rush during classes, I've never had this experience before, very new to me! So, I will try to do it all this weekend, and just as a warning, I might not update for much longer still. I offer all apologies.
Also, so sorry that this is such a short chapter, but it kinda covers all I wanted to happen in this update, but anyhow I will write another straight away, I'm writing now!