Question: How does Draco know about American media (Mary-Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamera… etc.)
Answer: I have no freakin' idea. Maybe he's just weird like that. Oh… wait… I know the answer! Maybe because this is just a FANFICTION. And fanfictions have stuff where anything is possible! Wow, sometimes I just surprise myself with my brilliance.
So that takes care of that. Now don't be surprised if Draco mentions other strange things such as comparing himself to characters from Desperate Housewives or just randomly saying how cute Tom Felton is.
The Page Where the Author is Just Babbling Because She's Weird But Then This Page Seems Like it's Part of the Story. But Hey… Maybe it is. Just Read it Anyway. Okay? Thank You. This is a Really Long Title.
Things slowly went back to normal. Harry was able to go through his usual schedule without having those mental breakdowns (which he obviously kept to himself). But during the first few days back from the "Room", he did not eat a lot nor did he talk as much as he used to. And when he and Draco would cross paths, Harry would feel all the blood drain from his face. Ron and Hermione noticed this.
"Harry, mate," Ron would look at his friend's pale face. "What exactly did Malfoy do to you in there? Did he give you some sort of psychological damage?"
"No," Harry would say. "We… just got into a lot of arguments… and… I guess I'm still a bit angry about it." And that was a complete lie.
"You can talk to us about it," Hermione would always tell him.
"No… no," Harry would answer her. "There's nothing to say. Anyway, you always know how my arguments with Malfoy go. It was the same when we were in the Room…" No… it was different. Everything was different.
But now in the present time, Harry slowly grew back to his old self. He grew accustomed to Draco's usual smirks and rude comments but then he would always look forward to the small smiles that the Slytherin would throw his way ever so often… just like he promised. Harry, of course, returned those smiles with one of his own. It was like a secret friendship that Harry so desperately wanted to bring out of the shadows. But Draco was very much unwilling to, due to his father's position in the Wizarding world.
Oh, but please. Don't frown upon Draco, dear reader. He was not at fault considering that he wanted Harry as much as Harry wanted him. It was just one of those "impossible-to-attain" things. How would he explain to his father about these strange feelings he's been having towards the Potter boy? Surely, his father would tell him that it was a sin. All his life, Draco was taught that sentimental love was between a man and a woman. But were those the limits? No. Draco knew that love may be more than that. But he wasn't in a position where he could prove his father wrong… at least not yet.
Draco had come to the conclusion that before he makes any more rash decisions, he would explore his feelings for Harry. Were they indeed real? Or were they just spontaneous, due to the isolation and loneliness in the Room?
As for our dear Harry Potter, he thought he had fully recovered. Poor Harry… to be young and confused is really dreadful. He tried his best to keep up and act normal after his mini adventure, but alas… his attempt was futile. He felt as if he was trapped in a bad soap opera and that a cheesy author was writing his every move… (which indeed is true. I apologize, Harry).
But shall we go on to Part II? I wouldn't want our heroes to suffer any longer…
Well, dear readers. Until the next update!
Okay, Padfoot- you better be reading this! Anyway, let's all have fun at school as our finals are coming soon. (I'm still waiting for the next time I get a detention… it's been a while… something's wrong with me… I'm scared…)
Love, from your fellow heartbreaker,
Prongs
