Love. Lust. Loss.
Chapter 4: Speak to the Night
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Nothing but the plot belongs to me.
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All the students jumped, with the exception of Ron who had slumped down onto his knees to wait.
They had been crouched there looking through the window for about five minutes, before Hermione had nudged Harry.
They had discovered the man, at least they presumed he was a man, lying on the couch. The only part of him they could see was his hair.
Dark and wavy and long.
They had no idea who it could be. And neither did Draco. Which was strange, condidering this was his house.
The man hadn't moved the entire time they had been there. He appeared to be asleep. So they sat …or crouched there.
Waiting.
Waiting for something, anything to happen.
Until it did. That's why they jumped.
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"BLOODY HELL!" The man screamed, at apparently something only he could hear. He jumped up from the couch, his back to them.
Upon hearing a tiny squeak of fright come from Hermione, Ron slowly made to look back through the window and into the cottage.
The man groaned in frustration, he turned and walked through the entry and into the kitchen, only to, seconds later, walk back through it. He appeared to be looking for something, or someone.
This time, though, Hermione, Ron, Draco and especially Harry, had a perfect view of the mans face. As he ran a hand back through his hair, letting it remain there as he stood, the fringe that fell over his eyes was removed. Revealing startling emerald eyes, and an unmistakable lightening bolt scar on his forhead.
Three pairs of eyes turned to look at the younger Harry, mouths agape. "Harry," Hermione whispered, "that's…you!"
Harry just staredat her. Then, slowly they all turned to look at the older Harry, who soon gave another cry.
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT! ESPECIALLY WHILE I'M ASLEEP! He yelled.
"WHAT!"
"NO, I HAVEN'T SEEN THEM." he screamed, and then, "Stupid prat" he muttered under his breath.
"Who are you talking to?" Hermione asked the younger Harry.
"And just how am I supposed to know that?" Harry hissed. "That's not me. Well, it is, but he isn't me, me. Y'know what I mean?" Harry raised his eybrows.
After receiving a confused look from hermione, he groaned and turned back to the, still raving, older version of himself.
"WHICH ONES?"
"HOW THE HELL AM I TO KNOW!"
"OH, I LOST THEM, DID I?"
"THAT'S RIGHT. I DID." He chuckled.
"DID YOU CHECK UNDER THE BED? I THINK THAT'S WHERE THEY LANDED WHEN I TOOK THEM OFF."
"SEE, I TOLD YOU. NOW PUT THEM ON AND GET OUT HERE."
"YES, YES I KNOW."
" 'LOVE YOU" He sang.
Then a few seconds later they heard footsteps, and turned to see someone emerge from one of the doorways to the left.
Clad only in black, silk boxers, the man padded over to Harry, who promptly wrapped his arms around the other man, curling his fingers in the mans shoulder length white blond hair.
Four pairs of eyes widened at the sight before them.
"I love you too, Harry." The older Draco said. Then pulled Harry into a long, passionate kiss.
When they pulled away, "Well, I guess you found them then?" Harry asked breathily. Draco just smiled and pulled him into another deep kiss.
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Meanwhile, at the window.
Unbeknownest to Ron and Hermione, two hands searched for each other in the darkness. One slender and pale, the other tan and slightly rougher.
Draco squeezed Harry's hand lightly, which brought a smile to both of their faces, as they watched the scene before them unfold.
If one had looked at the four kneeling before the window, they would see four people. Two very esctatic and very content teenagers. And two shocked and in denial teenagers.
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A/N: Okay Chapter four done. I'm not sure I like the end of this, it doesn't sound right. But….what can you do? Anyway, thankx to everyone who has reviewed, and who reads this.
Please keep reading and reviewing. It whats keeps me going. Oh and sorry if it was a bit confusing or if you didn't undrestand it, you'll figure it out…eventually. Ta-Ta for now.
Cincere