Sara: Oh my freaking god! I have not updated in EVER! I lost my screen name password and when I got it back I forgot that I had this fic going!
Jean: excuses excuses...
Sara:. . . . OK IM SORRY! STOP TORMENTINE ME! Bad bad Sara. Shame shame...
Jean: Right whatever, so Sara does not own Harry Potter, she could only dream of such riches and possible influence on the free world. She also doesn't own any of the songs she uses in this fic.
Sara: . . . I don't own anything do I? Except this lap top, these clothes and a penny. And I also have a pack of gum... Im depressed. Shush and move onto the fic... STOP LOOKING AT ME! sobs
Jean: sigh happy reading friends.
HP -
Meanwhile...
Harry Potter walked down the corridor contemplating his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had been acting very odd around him, he guessed that it was because of their new found relationship. They thought that he didn't know, how could he not? He was their best friend, he knew them better than he knew himself, how could he just see no change? What was really bothering him is why they didn't just tell him, he understood, they loved each other, he got that. Well... He was just a bit jealous. But he understood. He guessed that he would never have what they had. Ron and Hermione were made for each other, they had a true love. Harry was in love, so he knew how it was, but he would never have that absolution of being loved back by that person. Harry knew that the person he loved could never return his feelings. How could this boy love him? Yes, boy. It wasn't that he was a boy, the wizarding world was extremely open minded when it came to love. Boy with boy, girl with girl, big age differences, none of that mattered. It was the boy to speak of.
Just then he heard some laughing coming from through the window. He glanced out said window and into the court yard below, his startling emerald eyes widened.
" Speak of the devil..." He murmured under his breath as he intently observed the object of his affection talk with his friends Blaise Zambini and Pansy Parkinson. Yeah that's right, the man of his dreams was none other than Draco Malfoy. So know you see where his predicament came from. He knew that it made no sense, but he couldn't help it. Draco was beautiful, with his golden blonde hair that now flowed feathery light around his pale angelic face. His clear and hypnotic blue eyes that observed things with such delicate intensity that it was amazing, and of corse his delicious plump pink lips. Not to mention that he never really hated him, he may have disliked him many many times but never hate... Never. And when he was with his friends he wasn't that bad. He just wished that Draco would accept him, even as a friend, anything but this.
Somewhere in the distance a soft tune started... Harry continued to walk down the hall, keeping his eyes glued to the spot just outside the frequent windows, right on Draco. And he began to sing...
"I
tried so hard, my dear, to show
that you're my every dream
Yet
you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
A
memory from your lonesome past
keeps us so far apart
Why can't
I free your doubtful mind
and melt your cold, cold heart?" He
leaned on the window sill and looked even more intently at the fallen
angel before him.
"Another love, before my time,
made
your heart sad an' blue,
and so my heart is paying now
for
things I didn't do
In anger, unkind words are said
that
make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And
melt your cold, cold heart?
There was a time when I
believed
that you belonged to me
but now I know your heart is
shackled
to a memory
The more I learn to care for you
the
more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
and
melt your cold, cold heart?" Finally, with his shining green eyes
rimmed with tears he looked away from Malfoy and walked quickly from
the hall, not able to look any longer. But he was un-aware of the
pale blue eyes watching him leave from don below in the court yard.
HP -
Hermione looked warily at Hagrid, to her side Ron was merely staring at the half giant 3with his jaw nearly touching the floor. He had just told the two Griffindors about who he had in mind for Harry's ideal partner.
"Are you... Well... Are you sure Hagrid? I mean it's a bit out there." Hermione finally managed to ask, she received a huffing noise and an eye roll from Hagrid.
"Well yeah, I am the Hogwarts matchmaker righ'? Trust me... When you think about it Malfoy would be a perfect match fer our dear Harry." Hagrid answered. " Now comes the fun part... The plan..."
HP -
Sara: agh... I know it's short and kinda sucky, but I had to get one out because I took so long!
Jean: excuses excuses...
Sara: You are so freaking mean...
