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Chapter 8

Thoughts of him

Draco

I walked a little further into my room, eyes still on her, and closed the door, locking it. She took out her wand, whispering a spell, and my radio started playing Besame Mucho (a Spanish waltz). Two glasses of wine appeared in her hands, and the fire began to roar.

"Hello, Draco. I know you must have had a hard day. Come; relax." Taking her advice, Draco relaxed as he stepped toward the bed and sat down. "Here," Pansy continued, passing him a glass of wine and massaging his shoulders.

"Aruba Sortio?" he asked, after taking a small sip.

"I knew it was your favorite." She smiled. Draco took another sip, and then looked inquisitively at her. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked, curiosity etched in his voice.

"We need to talk." She said, rubbing his back.

Draco got up and walked over to the fireplace. "What is it?" he asked in a voice of indifference, concealing his worry, hoping she didn't know who he liked.

"I know who you like." She said, cutting straight to the point. Draco swiveled on his heel to face her, incredulous.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, tiny droplets of sweat forming at the base of his forehead; his eyes avoiding hers.

"Draco, dear, you don't have to worry. The only big shock you could have given me is that you're gay, and well, that ship has long since sailed, so this is nothing to me…I just… I was surprised that you didn't tell me, is all." Pansy said and laid--no, flopped, down onto his bed.

"Pans, you know-" But she cut him off.

"Do you trust me, Draco?" There was a silence, filled only by the music.

Harry

I was so bored after a while, that I decided it was time for my discussion with Madam Pomfry again. So I walked in the door to the hospital wing, and found her humming to herself while cleaning her tools. "Oh, Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?" She asked, not even turning around to see who it was.

"Hello, Madam Pomfry. I was just coming by to ask you something. It's about the voice…" Harry said quietly.

"Well, what is it boy? I don't have all day, you know."

"It's just that, well… I had a dream this break, and the voice was…somehow controlling it." Harry replied, feeling more stupid with each new word that came out. Trying to gain an air of self-confidence, he continued with, "I was just stopping by to see if that meant anything serious; if it meant that the medicines aren't controlling it in all ways."

There was a silence, as Madam Pomfry thought, and then responded. "Well, dear, it appears that I don't think it is the voice if you have been taking the medicines, and as far as the dream, would you care to tell me about it?" She waited expectantly before she saw his face drain of color.

"Uh, no ma'am, I don't think that-"

"It's quite alright Harry, but just analyzing that dream might tell you what the voice wants with you. It may be trying to tell you something; try listening. Now, if you'll excuse me, my tools have been in dire need of a good clean." She said.

"Yes, Ma'am. I have to be going anyway now, so thank you." he replied.

Harry wondered around for the rest of the break and then went down for dinner.

Great Hall

"Hey, Harry," Hermione said, "Where've you been? You just missed Dumbledore give a warning about an announcement that he'll make after dinner. He says it's important too."

"Oh," Harry said, poking at some mashed potatoes on his plate. "I was just at the astronomy tower. I had some homework to catch up on, and thank you for putting food on my plate 'mione."

"You're welcome…Harry, are you ok?" She asked him, worry evident in her voice.

"Yeah 'mione. I'm fine." The rest of dinner was uneventful, and as some students began to take their leave, Dumbledore stopped them.

"Students," His voice boomed, yet softened, all amazingly at the same time. "I have an announcement to make. Tomorrow evening, we will have some guests. I will wait until then to announce who they are, but I want each head of house to prepare they're houses for these guests. That is all, thank you."

The students at each house sat there, stunned for a second, and as a Hogwarts trademark, they quickly began whispering excitedly and annoyingly to each other. Harry got bored with it all, and before anyone could "chatter" to him, he went up to the dorms. All he wanted to do right now was go to sleep.


Draco

Pansy left after a while, and I left the waltz on repeat while sipping away at the bottle of wine, which, by now, was half empty. We talked about him, and how I felt, and how strong it was. Then, that burning question. Did I, or did I not trust her. It kind of hurt, but…it got me thinking…did I trust her? Could I? She was a big chatter box, and although she kept quiet about my sexuality, how long could she hold this in? With a bubbling mind and an empty stomach, I turned down the lights and fell asleep with the music still playing softly in the midnight air.

The Next Morning

Draco

My head racked with a headache and I slowly lifted myself out of bed, before taking some medicine for my headache. They were magic pills, so it would only take ten minutes to go into full effect. I got dressed, and then slipped into my robes. I missed most of breakfast, which killed me because I missed dinner last night, too. My first lesson was Drama, with Yeldenburg…and Harry. Harry was my partner in the play…maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I made my way there, entered the empty classroom, and made my way to the stage, where Madam Yeldenburg, was waiting. I guess she liked being called "Madam" now, instead of Mrs., in order to create an atmosphere that she belonged in. I stood, waiting impatiently for everyone else to arrive so that we could begin. Most of us, except Harry, myself, and a few villagers, took seats in the auditorium to either watch or do last night's homework assignments.

"Good Morning, class." Madam Yeldenburg said to all of them. "Now, we must start practicing for the play this morning. Otherwise, we won't get anything done. So, we are going to work on the--" But I wasn't thinking about what we were planning on doing today…no, I had my eyes fixed on Harry. He had one lock of unruly, raven hair laying messily on his forehead, and I wanted to brush it back and smooth down his hair. Just to touch him would give me satisfaction.

I know that this crush developed fast; faster than one lesson, but I also know that it is real. Not just lust.

"DRACO! Pay attention! Ten points from Slytherin for inattentiveness." Yeldenburg commanded. I could clearly hear a mix of groans. The rest of the class meant nothing to me, and Slytherin lost a total of thirty points for my…inattentiveness.

Morning

Harry

After awakening from little sleep, and even less breakfast, I was prepared to head out to my first hour of classes, having had a long, hot shower. It was going to be weird today, seeing Draco again after the "incident" in potions class. I walked in after several students, and he was already there…like he was waiting for something…someone. I walked a little past him, but not too much, since we would be working together. Madam Yeldenburg began immediately telling us what we were to do today: Draco and I had to do our monologues together. But it was both odd and different because before we could even begin, he lost about forty points for inattentiveness. I thought it was going to be funny, but surprisingly enough, I felt a bit…protective.

Anyway, he kept looking at me, and our eyes kept meeting for seconds at a time. It seemed that he was more interested in me than his part. But I couldn't see why…I had spent all night thinking about his little…tent…during potions, and I wondered…had the dream connected us, and somehow made me realize that he, my archenemy was what I truly desired? I had lost plenty of sleep last night, and the hour dragged on, which Draco did not help with at all, but he didn't make it drag on in a bad way, either.

Evening

Harry

All the classes today dragged by slowly, and nothing happened, which disappointed me greatly. I was walking to the Great Hall for dinner when Dumbledore stepped down from the stairs and blocked the entrance, catching my attention. "Students, please gather around the door. Our visitors have arrived." he said, and as if right on cue, the door swung open. Idly, I noticed Draco also watching in the crowd. "Hogwarts, please welcome Durmstrang!" Dumbledore announced, hand outstretched to the door, as if inviting them in.

Harry's stomach jumped as he watched the door, intently. Then, suddenly, he pushed his way towards the onslaught of oncoming students. "Ben!" Harry called out, "Ben! It's me, Harry!" The other student, his attention caught, suddenly jumped up and ran towards Harry, mauling him in a hug. "Oh, Ben! It's so good to see you."

Draco

It was shortly after all the classes ended that I was headed into the Great Hall for a bite to eat. I was, of course, starving ever since last night. However, just as I'd arrived, that oaf of a man, Dumbledore, got up in front of the doors, and blocked our way. He announced that our "guests" had arrived, and of course, by this time, I didn't give a crap about anything but my stomach. I could feel a pair of eyes gazing down on me, and I knew they were his. Harry was looking down at me, but as the doors swung open, his gaze shifted…funny how you can know these things without really looking.

"Hogwarts, please welcome Durmstrang!" Dumbledore said. Oh great, I thought. We would have to make room for…them? Last year's visit just wasn't my cup of tea if you get my drift. There was someone I was looking to avoid. Then, suddenly, I looked over just in time to see someone jump Harry and knock him over, which really got my blood boiling because I thought he had hurt him, but then I saw the laughter in Harry's eyes, and it made me depressed…not depressed that he was happy, but that it wasn't me that was making him happy.

(A/N) I hope you all enjoyed that chapter as much as I did writing it…I know some of it was dumb, and it was short, but hey at least I pulled off another cliffy right? Thanks, Please READ AND REVIEW! I LOVE YOU ALL.