Disclaimers: Harry and Draco and crew belong to J.K. and her publishers and such, so please please don't sue me, cause I'm a poor college student with no money, no job so I have no hopes of ever paying you if you do. So be kind? The song Sitting, Waiting, Wishing doesn't belong to me either… it belongs to Jack Johnson… so don't tell him I'm using the title and the lyrics please? Cause I'd be crushed by the record company….
Chapter 2:
But
Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain't the Lord, no I'm
just a fool
Learning loving somebody don't make them love you
The music washed over Draco giving him a rather calm attitude. Putting down the folder her had been holding he leaned back into his chair with a great sigh. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, which he no longer kept gelled, but let fall around his face. His life was well organized; he knew exactly what he was going to do every day for the next two weeks. Draco enjoyed this uniformity and how it stayed that way. He doubted much would change. At least not to the extent that life had changed four years earlier.
Oh he remembered that quite clearly. Once Harry had put his father in Azkaban Draco had had to seriously think about his allegiances. He had sat at the Manor that summer before sixth year thinking and talking it over with his mother. Narcissa had never really participated in his father's schemes and never became a Death Eater, not believing in what Voldemort stood for; she just never said anything about it. Then when school had started again Draco had gone to see Dumbledore. His school time behavior didn't change much, it couldn't, and he was now a spy among the students. No one in the school suspected anything, especially the Gryffindor Trio.
During that school year, however, Draco had subtly begun to change his housemate's views on certain things. Like on Dumbledore. He was the King of Slytherin after all, so most of his year mates followed what he said and did. Nothing he changed was too drastic but he did manage to manipulate them ever so slightly.
Draco had very smugly, the summer before seventh year, attended an Order meeting at Grimwald Place. He'd expected the outraged cries from the Trio and various others, but not Harry's quiet command over the group. After Harry had accepted that Draco had been acting in their interests this past year with Dumbledore's approval, and happily welcomed him into the Order, Hermione and the Weasel had quietly acquiesced and grudgingly accepted his help. And thus the four became friends.
Hermione was with out a doubt his very best friend, they had had their rough spots but they had much in common so they very quickly became friends. They would sit and talk in a corner while Harry and Ron played chess. Ginny often joined in on their little talks, especially after they discovered that Draco was gay. The three of them snickered over Ron's quite obvious affection for Hermione, gasped at Ginny's favoritism for Blaise Zambini and were out right shocked at Draco's increasing interest in Harry.
Flashback
Draco, Hermione and Ginny sat in the corner closest to the fire in the main sitting room one night over the summer talking about boys and who was cute at Hogwarts. This was of course done in whispers as Harry and Ron were in the room playing chess.
Hermione's eyes flashed "Okay then, how about Harry. Draco don't you think he's gorgeous!"
"Yes!" Draco's eyes glinted silver reflecting some hidden passion that was felt deep inside.
After getting over the initial shock of that passionate declaration of interest, Hermione and Ginny smiled almost evilly at each other, before turning those dangerously grinning faces on Draco, whose happy face melted and he looked at the two girls nervously.
"Wha… what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh Draco, I think that's very cute. Why don't you say something to him about it?" Hermione gave him a very genuine smile.
Draco gave that smile a wary glance before he said, "Are you kidding me! First off it's only been a month and a half since he decided that I wasn't all that bad. Secondly Harry's not gay." He crossed his arms as if that was the end of it.
It was Ginny who spoke up at this. "Actually Harry's been reconsidering on that point. He's never really been all that into girls. I should know. Besides there's really only been one girl he's ever crushed on, and that's Cho, but even that didn't last very long. And anyway, have you looked at her? Her training as a seeker has given her a much more masculine figure than keeping her feminine one."
Draco and Hermione considered this and conceded the point to Ginny. And Ginny grinned victoriously.
"Draco you really should tell him, or at least give him clues. Even Harry's not that slow." Hermione pleaded with him.
"I'm not going to tell him straight out Herm. I won't set up myself for heart break." Draco shook his head slowly.
End Flashback
And so Draco had sent out clues to Harry. But it had been three years since then and the boy still wasn't picking anything up. He'd flaunted boys in front of him, tried to get him to come out to movies with him, but nothing had ever materialized between the two of them. He was about ready to give up.
Picking up the folder he looked at the contents. More Ministry stuff, he didn't mind doing it, he enjoyed it for the most part but for some reason today work was just not enough to keep him from thinking about Harry. His last boyfriend had left him for some dancer and Draco wasn't really all that sorry to see him go. Chris had been an over pretentious brat, sort of like he had been in school. Flopping the folder back down on the table in front of him, Draco groaned and ran his fingers through his hair again.
That man. The boy wonder. The savior of the wizarding world was denser than he had thought. He'd have to pop out of a cake for him to notice that Draco wanted him. All Draco wanted to do was run his fingers through that unruly hair of Harry's, stare into his emerald green eyes and wake up with him next to him.
Suddenly Hermione burst into the room. "DRACO! I've had an idea."
Draco looked at her and then smiled. "Really, what of?"
She sat down with a huge grin and proceeded to tell him her plan.
