Disclaimer: I am no more the owner of Harry Potter and all of it's affiliated subjects than MTV is capable of producing a movie with a moral. (I love Napoleon, but by watching it seventeen times in one week, you learn nothing more than how to say "idiot!" so that it sounds freakin sweet.) Thank you, and good night! I mean…there's a story here too.
Tripping Over Love: Not Quite Falling
Chapter three: Good morning?
Upon awakening the next morning, Harry felt strangely rested and at ease. He stretched his shoulders out and inched his way into a sitting position, where he discovered the reason why he felt the way he did.
Throwing his hands over the tent-shaped protrusion in his bed, Harry blushed a deep red out of embarrassment. He quickly glanced about to make sure that no one else had seen him. They were all asleep. Taking deep breaths until his excited member calmed down, Harry wondered what had caused this to happen. He'd had wet dreams, but always woke up remembering them in the past. This time, the time that had elapsed between sleeping and waking was blank to him. He could see snippets of the dream, but not enough to clearly identify what had happened.
An eyelash fluttering. A silk sheet. His own hair matted to his face. All of these were present in his mind, but without the detail needed to identify them.
Having regained his composure, Harry stepped out of bed and managed to dress himself.
"Accio schedule," he summoned this year's new schedule to him. He was anxious to see what classes he'd have.
First period: Herbology. A double class with Slytherin.
Normally, the idea of sharing a classroom with the Slytherins made chills run down Harry's spine. This time, it summoned chills somewhere else. The short hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood erect, and his stomach did a backflip. His face flushed and his palms started to sweat.
/Why am I nervous? It's just Herbology. Sure, spending the morning with a bunch of Slytherins is no walk through a park, but I've managed before./
Still, his pulse quickened. He hastily tucked the schedule into a book, and tried to calm down before making his way down to the greenhouse. He didn't feel like eating today.
Draco's morning wasn't much easier. He woke in a cold sweat, with a gasp of horror. After looking around once or twice to make sure that he was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief.
/It was just a dream…/
Even if it was just a dream, though, his subconscious refused to leave it at that.
So it was a dream. You know, they say that dreams are the window to a person's deepest desires.+
/Well they're wrong. No sane part of me would ever desire that./ Even in his thoughts, his disdain was clear.
Some part does.+
Draco glanced down.
/Shut up./
Unsure of whether he was more disturbed by the fast that he was arguing with himself, or that he was losing, Draco made his way down to the Herbology greenhouse. There was no sense in worrying about what would happen. Que será, será.
Both boys were in no hurry to get to class, so they took the winding paths that skirted the woods, keeping enough distance between them so that they never saw each other.
The leaves were just beginning to become edged with orange on some of the trees. The wind rustled through them and carried the scent of sweet autumn wind towards the boys.
Harry looked at his watch, and saw that he still had an hour until class started.
/Wow. Time crawls when you're…whatever I feel right now./
He sat down on the side of the path under a tree. A cool breeze swept over his skin, giving him goosebumps. He mussed his hair carelessly before wrapping his arms around himself for warmth. He pulled his knees into his chest and buried his forehead into the folds of his robe. A single tear ran down his cheek, followed by a stream of others.
Draco kicked at a stone before him, moving it along the path he walked. /Damnit. I never thought this would happen to me. Me of all people. Draco Malfoy: the dateless wonder. Rumors I can deal with. Facts…/
/Did I just think that/
Author's notes: Once again, I feel like a horrible author. Bad SemeDesu. BAD! Updates will get more regular once I'm out of school for the summer. For now, I am free time's bitch. The master calls, it says I have a physics final to study for. Review, and I'll try to actually make story progress in the next chapter! XXXOOO -SemeDesu
