Deserted Dragon
written by Aquilus
Beta'd by Princesspepper (Thank you sooo much!)

Chapter 3: How Does He Feel?

Rating: M

Pairings: Mostly Draco/Harry, though I think there's gonna be some more pairings too...

Disclaimer: I'm sorry, but I don't own anything about the story, only exception is the plot.

Author's notes: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't been able to update this... But don't worry, I haven't given this up… I'll keep going on with this, though it might be slow… But yeah, try to understand… by the way: May I ask that why 9 peoplr have put me on their author alert list, but I've got only 3 reviews for the previous chapter...?

Here are the thanks to my great reviewers:

Tammy C: I'm glad you like it. I'm sorry if you had to wait this for too long... I try to update more often but I can't promise anything... Here's a new chapter for you! 

Mars explorer: Here's your update. I think this is gonna be quite long story.. Try to handle it. I don't have so much time, but my mind is full of stuff to be put in this story...

Lita-2003: Good. If you like it, I keep going on with this... It's always nice to know someone's looking forward to what's gonna happen (and I think that was full of mistakes… no can do...;) )..

Okay, here we go! Enjoy!

Draco's point of view

'Somebody's thinking...'

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After Blaise cleared his throat, he asked me, "Are you trying to tell me that you, who have always hated the Golden Boy, fell in love with your enemy?"

"Yeah, Blaise. That's true."

"Okay..." he started. "I can't do anything about your feelings. So, if that's what you feel, that's all right with me. I'm ready to be there with you, if things don't go as you've planned."

"Thanks, Blaise," I started, "I know I can count on you. But hey, would you please be so kind as to not tell anyone...?"

"Of course I won't," he promised me. I started to leave; I still felt a bit tired and I wanted to be perky when I helped Harry with his Potions essay.

"Hey Draco, before you go..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea of how you could tell him your feelings?"

"Actually..." I smirked, "I think I have."

"Okay. Good luck with that!"

"Yeah thanks, brother! See ya back at school!"

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I then went back to the Leaky Cauldron. I felt like I needed a coffee, so I went into the pub to buy a cappucino. I sat down there at the table where I had made the deal with Harry earlier that day.

'It would be great if Harry came her and sat with me. We could talk about everything and I would probably make sure he doesn't hate me anymore...'

"Hi Draco." I came back to reality out of my thoughts when I heard the familiar voice greeting me. I looked up and saw that Harry had come to my table and sat down there in front of me.

"Hey Harry." I greet him. 'I'd be ready to do anything if I could just stroke that sexy hair you have.'

"So, how're you doing?" he asks me.

"Pretty good. Though I'm a bit tired, because I haven't slept so much during the summer." I told him.

"Oh, why's that?"

'Hey, this isn't normal! You've been enemies for six years and now you're talking like best friends! This means, that he really feels something towards me… or he has a plan to make me feel humiliated.'

"Because my Father is an idiot and he wants me to beome a Death Eater."

"D'you mean that you don't want to be a Death Eater? You, who have always told everyone how dark you want to become, don't want to be a Death Eater?"

"Yeah, that's right," I told him, "I started to feel a bit different during our sixth year about that dark stuff he wants me to do. I don't think it's normal to want to kill innocent people just because they aren't pureblood witches or wizards. And now I'm here, so I don't have to be in Malfoy Manor with that git, who wants me either to become a Death Eater, or to be Voldemort's sex slave."

"Oh," he said, and I saw worry in his eyes. There was a quiet moment. 'This can't be true! Does he really have sympathy for me? This seems to turn out to be something really great and interesting...' "Draco?" He said, interrupting the silence.

"Yes?"

"If you want to, I'd like you to be my friend." 'Bloody hell! This isn't happening!' "I mean, I'm a good listener, and I'm ready to give help if someone needs it. And you're not a jerk anymore so..."

"Yeah, thanks Harry. I don't think you're a git either. And I feel like I want to tell you more of this stuff... I think I can really trust you."

"Yeah, you can call on me, Draco." He looked at me, and I feel great. "Shall we head to my room where we can be in privacy, and you can talk more freely?" he asked me.

"Yeah, that sounds good." I say, and we head upstairs.

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We have talked for two hours and I have found out many new things about him. Now I know that the rumours that tell he's been beaten by his uncle are true. He's shown me bruises given to him by his uncle Vernon. 'Damn, if I ever meet this "uncle" one day, he won't beat anyone ever again, nor do anything else.' I've told him everything about the Death Eater stuff, and he looked at me with worry in his eyes.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, "I mean, if you're not so sure what Lucius is gonna do to you... I would be worried if I were you."

"Well, if he doesn't like my ideas, I'm looking forward to having a chance to kill him. And Voldemort, too."

"I can't say I disagree about killing those two guys, and I have to admit I'm ready to be there with you when the time comes." He looked at me, and I knew he really meant what he was saying to me. 'It's nice that you like me this much, but I wonder when I'll have a chance to kiss those perfect lips and caress that body of yours... How can you be so perfect?' "But," he interrupted my thoughts, "I really want you to know what you're doing, and remember to be careful. I don't know what would I do if you hurt yourself."

"Yeah, I'll be careful and tell you when I find out more about this." 'I'm ready to do anything you want me to do. I love you so damn much!' "But hey, I'm really tired and I'd like to catch some sleep. I live there, next door. So, if you have something to tell me, I don't mind if you have to wake me up."

I got myself ready to get out of Harry's room. When I looked behind me while opening his door, I saw him looking at me with an unidentifiable feeling on his face.

I got back in my room and when I fell asleep, I couldn't stop thinking... 'Was that look filled with love...? Or was it just my imagination? Harry, will I ever find out how you feel about me?'

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Author's notes: Wohow! Three chapters written and ideas about the next ones are getting themselves done, though I can't promise when I'll get them on web… But, we'll see… Now everybody, press that review button there in left corner, and tell me how you felt about this chapter. Love ya, my reviewers!