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Story Title: Because I Never Gave Up
Author: Spideria
Chapter: 11
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Now, for the story...
Chapter 11: A Flawless Plan?
Harry sat on his bed, staring at the phone on his desk nervously...the same thing he'd been doing for the past hour.
To call or not to call? That was the true question.
He knew that it was his job to go to Draco and apologize, but it was much more difficult than he'd thought it would be, when he'd been talking to Ron about it.
They had come up with the perfect plan
Harry would call Draco and apologize. Then Draco would accept and they'd live happily ever after. Or at least, that was the plan Harry had come up with.
Ron, of course, had thought a bit more realistically and pointed out one main problem in that plan.
Draco was probably be a bit too angry and hurt to just easily accept his apology, so Harry would have to beg. He would have to beg like he'd never begged before. Then, he would promise never to think about Oliver again. After that, then Draco would forgive him and they would live happily ever after.
Being the idiot boys they were, they managed to convince themselves that this plan was completely flawless and that everything would work out perfectly, without any problems.
Morons.
But at least that plan had been slightly better than the first plan.
As Harry was soon realizing, their plan wasn't turning out quite as flawless as they'd thought.
Harry couldn't even complete the first step: picking up the damn phone and calling Draco.
Getting frustrated with himself, he let out a heavy sigh, furrowed his eyebrows, and then inhaled deeply, preparing himself to muster all the courage he had to call Draco.
Finally, painstakingly, Harry extended his arm to pick up the wireless phone and dial Draco's number. Trying to stall for as long as he could, he stared at the blank screen of the phone, where the numbers would soon appear, as he dialed them.
Feeling brave, he pressed the "on" button, only to hear, "Sirius, Lily will never let me do that!"
"Ah, stop your whining, James! Come on! Are you telling me that you're scared of your wife?"
"Well...yes!"
"Come on, James! We'll have a couple of drinks, meet a couple of girls, we'll have a great time!"
"Incase you haven't noticed, Sirius, I'm married! "
"I'm married. I'm married! That's always your excuse! What's next? I have a kid who I have to set a good example for?!"
"Uhh... yeah! Which is another reason Lily won't let me!"
"James, you're such a party-pooper! I don't think even Remus is this lame!"
"Lame? What kind of word is that? Sirius, I just thought I'd let you know that you're not a teenager."
"Oh no! Now you're starting to sound like Lily! You've got to break up with her before she decides to marry you and have kids!"
"Sirius, we're already married and have- oh, forget it!"
"Exactly! Now let's go! I'll pick you up in-"
"Sirius! I can't go!"
"But why?!"
"Because..."
Feeling slightly confused, and a bit nosy for having listened to the conversation for so long, Harry quickly pressed the off button, and dropped the phone on the bed.
'Okay, more time to plan then..." Harry thought to himself.
After waiting five minutes, Harry picked up the phone and pressed the on button to check if his father had hung up yet.
He heard the dull "duuuuuuuuuuuuuung" of the phone, telling him that his father had, in fact, finished talking on the phone.
Now, the only problem was, that as he nervously tried to dial in the numbers to Draco's phone, He could hear his dad's voice begging, "Come on, Lily! Let me go! You act as if we're married or something!"
"We are! You've been talking to Sirius, again, haven't you?"
"N-no. Well...yeah, but..." Harry quickly drowned out the voices of his parents as he quickly shut the door tho his room.
Now he could call Draco with complete concentration.
He took in a deep, relaxing breath, once again.
He turned the phone on again, and quickly re-dialed Draco's phone number, decided that the sooner he got it over with, the easier it would be.
Soon, he heard the ringing. One ring...two rings...three rings...four rings...uh-oh. Oh no! He hadn't thought about if Draco didn't pick up
Six rings...seven rings..."Sorry, I'm not here right now, Harry. And I know it's you because you're the only one who ever calls. Ha ha. Well, I'll call you back later. Beeeep."
"Draco," Harry began timidly. "Draco, please! If you're there, please pick up!" Harry hadn't meant to get emotional, but now he was practically sobbing into the phone, begging for Draco to talk to him.
"Draco, please! I'm sorry! Please pick up! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all my fault, and I'm sorry! Please! Talk to me, Draco! Please!" But no one picked up.
And soon, after continuously begging, the message time ended with a BEEEP and Harry clicked the off button dejectedly, letting the tears fall freely down his cheeks.
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Draco sat, curled on his bed, refusing to pick up the phone as it continued to ring.
Finally, he heard his voice come out. As he heard himself laugh in the message machine, he sneered, unconsciously letting out a snarl.
"I've got to change that." he muttered to himself.
Then, he heard it.
Harry's voice. The voice he had fallen in love with; sobbing. Harry was crying and begging him to pick up Oh, how he wanted to.
He really did.
But he wouldn't let himself.
'I can't let him get away with it that easily. He'll never learn. He'll keep doing this to me over and over and over again. I can't let him get away with-'
His thoughts were interrupted, as he could no longer block out Harry's pleads, which were growing more and more desperate by the second.
Finally he couldn't take it any more.
He quickly reached over for to pick up the phone and forgive Harry for everything when he heard the BEEEP. It was too late.
Draco slowly sat back, blinking away unshed tears.
'This is for the best,' he thought to himself, as he took in a calming breath.
Nodding to himself in reassurance, he decided to get up and take a walk.
He needed some fresh air.
After all, there was no point in sulking.
He walked out of his room with a small smile on his face.
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Harry let out an angry growl.
Draco was going to listen to what he had to say.
Draco was going to listen to him apologize and pour his heart out.
Harry got up with a renewed determination, and got up, walking out of his room.
He was going over to Draco's house to talk to him in person.
A/N: Okay, listen, sucky chapter. I know, It may be even worse than usual because I'm watching the movie "Monster" as I write this, and I'm sort of tuning in and out as I write this. The movie is getting me into a different mood than the mood I was trying to set for this chapter. But at least I made the chapter a little longer than usual. Please, be gentle with your reviews. Make them nice, please. The next chapter is going to have interaction between Harry and Draco, and they might make up in the next chapter too. This story is coming to an end soon, so please let it end with kind reviews. Thank you to all!
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