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Story Title: Because I Never Gave Up
Chapter: 6
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Chapter 6: Agonizing Anticipation
"The dance is tonight, Draco!!!" Harry yelled excitedly into the mouth piece of the phone.
"Yes, Harry, I know. You've stated that about 10 times in the last two minutes." Draco drawled in a bored tone, although, truthfully, he was finding it very amusing.
"That's is not true!" Harry exclaimed, indignantly. "...it's only been 9 times."
"Oh, and that really makes all the difference." Draco replied, shaking his head, although it wasn't as though harry could really see it.
"Yes, it does." Harry said, trying to hold back his laughter at teasing Draco.
"Oh, well, in that case, I am so sorry your highness! I will try with all my might to never let such a horrible mistake ever happen again." Draco said sarcastically.
"Well, see to it that you don't." Harry answered back, with a mock-superior tone to his voice.
"WHAT!? Excuse me!" Draco shot back, indignantly.
At this Harry completely lost control and let out a burst of laughter.
"Ah, well, I'm very glad that you find this all just so amusing." Draco snapped at harry, although he wasn't actually angry.
"Well, then, your welcome. Draco." Harry replied, bursting into another fit of giggles at his own statement.
"Oh, ha ha. Very funny." Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
After Harry finally settled down, Draco decided to ask the question that had been bothering him for quite a while.
"So, why was it, exactly, that you wouldn't let me see what you were wearing to the dance tonight?"
"Honestly, Draco. Haven't you ever heard of 'The Element of Surprise'?" Harry asked with a sigh.
"Of course I have. It doesn't mean I have chosen to understand the concept." Draco answered matter-of-factly.
"Very clever, Draco. Besides, it was also partly because of the fact that you wouldn't tell me what you wearing either. So anyway, you're picking me up at 7:00 right?" Harry asked.
"I said I would didn't I?" Draco asked, a bit irked.
"Touchy, touchy Mr. Malfoy. What's got you all bothered today?" Harry asked, a bit confused at his friends annoyance.
"Well, you've asked me that question a total of three times tonight! If I said I would, then I will!" draco answered, exasperated.
"You know, if you were a girl, I'd say you were going through PMS" Harry answered.
At this, Draco burst into laughter.
"That was truly hilarious." Draco answered after he'd calmed down a bit.
"Well, I'm so very glad to have amused you, Draco. But honestly, I want to start getting ready for the dance. So just pick me up at 7:00, okay?" Harry asked.
"Alright, alright. But I don't see how you need a whole hour to get ready." Draco answered, grudgingly.
"Draco, unlike you, I don't have perfect hair. I have to actually work really hard to make it look even half-way descent." Harry answered, truthfully.
"You have beautiful hair, Harry." Draco answered without thinking. But immediately started blushing as he realized what he'd said.
However, lucky for him, Harry didn't take this statement seriously.
"Sure, Draco. Now, normally, I'd be more than happy to listen to more of your sarcasm, however, I have to get ready. So, talk to you when you pick me up, alright?"
"Sure." Draco answered. And with that, they hung up.
After getting out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist , Draco began to feel the butterflies start to rise in his slightly muscled stomach.
Although Draco hadn't show it to Harry, this night was just as important to Draco. He was hoping to get Harry's attention again. He had worked hard all week to come up with the perfect outfit. He had even thought about changing his hair style and just leaving it all loose, but then decided against it, as he didn't really like the look too much.
So instead, he had settled for something in between his usual hairstyle and loose hair. He had slightly gelled his hair back, purposely leaving only a few stray strands dangling loose in front is his face.
He put on some cologne over his chest, the very best he had, and walked over to his bed, where he had laid out the outfit he had decided on. He slipped on the dressy white pants and then pulled over a dressy, silk button-up shirt, that was slightly see-through. He left the top three buttons open, and slipped on a silver necklace with a dragon dangling from it.
As he looked into the mirror, he smiled at how the white fabric complemented is milky-white skin.
He then bent down and slipped on his white shoes with a silver streak going around the bottom of it.
As he looked once more into the mirror, he smirked with slight smugness, and decided that he was ready pick up Harry.
As he reached Harry's house, he walked up the first few steps and then rang the doorbell. He waited in anticipation as the seconds went by.
Finally, he heard footsteps coming down and his heart began racing faster and faster, waiting for the door to finally be opened.
The door open agonizingly slowly until finally-
"Oh, hello Draco." James Potter said, with a friendly smile.
Draco's face completely fell.
He had been waiting for Harry. Damn.
James gave a small chuckle and said, "Don't worry, Draco. Harry's coming down in just a minute. Why don't you step inside for a moment."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Potter."
"No problem."
"Oh, hello, Draco." Lily smiled from the sofa she was sitting on.
"Hello, Mrs. Potter." Draco said, smiling.
Draco darted his eyes around everywhere, getting more anxious by the moment. Why was harry taking so long!? He didn't want to wait anymore! He wanted to see Harry right now! He stared at the clock's hand ticking by the seconds....seeming to take forever.
He tried to concentrate on the TV program that was on at the moment. Apparently, some girl suspected her boyfriend of cheating on her. Just how that was important, was completely lost by Draco. All he cared about was what harry was wearing and how he looked.
Draco took in a deep breathe, and then, slowly let it out, willing himself to stay calm.
After a few seconds more of impatiently waiting, Draco heard Harry's voice yell, "Alright, I'm ready to come down now. But I would like a drum roll, please."
James laughed but did as Harry asked.
Barely holding back his laughter, James began to play an invisible drum and made the noise of a drum roll.
Draco smiled widely, as he saw Harry's shiny black shoes from the top of the stairs slowly make their way down the rest of the staircase.
And as he finally caught full view of Harry, his breathe caught in his throat, and he was rendered utterly speechless.
A/N: Okay, so sorry to leave it off there. But I hope you guys like it! I thought I'd make this chapter a bit happier than the last. A little humorous, if you will. I'm not too good with humor though, so this chapter might have sucked. If so, then I'm really sorry, you guys. I tried to make this chapter a bit longer since I've been gone for a while. Anyway, I know I usually update on Fridays, but I decided to just put it out ASAP. I haven't even read it over, so please forgive any grammatical errors. I'll try to have the next chapter up by Saturday.
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