Disclaimer: I COULD say I own them. But I won't because that would be a
lie. And I don't lie. Well at least not often.
Warning: The usual. DH slash and all that.
A/N: Well I just got threatened that if I don't continue this, then some bad things are going to happen to me. And I don't want to risk that now do I. Thank you all for your reviews. It means so much to me that so many people seem to like my story. Thank you!
Also I would like to answer to Miss Lesley's review. Yes, I know Draco is a bit out of character and all and that. And that the Blaise thing is a bit confusing. Draco isn't really the coward he may look to you. Just be patient and you'll see. Well at least I hope so. Anyway thank you for reading and reviewing!
Now I think it is time for me to continue with the story! ^^
This is the corrected version by the way.
Chapter 7:
Harry woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. He hadn't slept very well that night. Bad dreams were chasing him whenever he closed his eyes. This was very bad combined with the cold he had. His throat was still sore but at least he didn't have a fever anymore. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes with one hand, while he searched for his glasses on the nightstand with the other. He had a bad feeling in his stomach. The kind of feeling you get when you know you forgot something important. He put on his glasses and tried to remember the events of the previous day.
Suddenly he remembered something. A feeling. He tried to define it but it slipped away into the darkness of his subconsciousness. He shook his head in frustration and disappointment and shifted on the bed. There was something beneath his thigh. Something that felt round and hard. Something that wasn't there before. He pulled it out and held it up so he could take a look at it.
His eyes went wide in amazement and surprise when he recognized the object in his hands. He had seen it before. It was the glass ball he saw in that shop the other day. How did that get here? Or maybe the one he had seen wasn't the only one. But he only saw one in that shop. And Malfoy took it from him. How could this be here? He sure didn't get it.
He stared at it for a while. He stared into it, too, but nothing happened. He almost expected to see something in it like he did last time. He didn't even know what this was for. He toyed with it for a while and tried to figure out how it could have gotten there. As he sat there staring at the ball a memory flashed before his eyes.
The image was blurry and dark, too, but he could see a pair of familiar silver eyes. He felt a pair of soft lips brushing his own while he saw those beautiful eyes flutter shut just to open again only seconds later and the lips were removed from his own.
Harry's eyes grew big once again as he saw the memory flash before his eyes over and over again. What...? Who..? When..when did this happen?
He sat up in the bed and touched his lips lightly. He knew those eyes. He knew the person. He just couldn't remember the face.
"Damn it!" he said and balled his fists.
"Something wrong dear?" he heard the voice of Madame Pomfrey from the doorway. He hadn't even noticed when she entered. He looked at her with surprise in his eyes and blushed slightly at his outburst just a second ago.
"Umm..n-no, Madam Pomfrey. Nothing is wrong. Can I leave now?" he asked as he thought about something. He desperately needed to get out of here. He had to talk to Ron and Hermione.
"Well, I don't know yet. How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?" she asked as she stepped closer to the boy, who already tried to get out of bed. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. It was normal.
"I'm all right now. Nothing hurts." Harry said quickly as he tossed his covers aside not caring about being seen in his pyjamas by the nurse.
Madam Pomfrey looked at him a little worried about his behaviour. Sure, no one liked to be in the Hospital Wing being sick and all but no one ran around like a madman either, trying to get out. Well, at least not too often.
"Are you sure?" she asked as she watched Harry run around and gather his clothes. He didn't seem to be very sick. She could probably let him go after he took a few potions, just in case.
"Yes, I'm sure. Madam Pomfrey, was anybody here last night after I fell asleep?" Harry stood now in front of the nurse and looked at her questioningly. He hadn't thought about that. Maybe Madam Pomfrey knew who was in there. Maybe she knew who those beautiful silver eyes belonged to.
"Here? Last night? No, there wasn't anybody here. Not after your friends left. You are going to have to take some potions before I can let you go, Mr. Potter." she said as she crossed the room to get said potions.
Harry just nodded, barely hearing what the nurse said about potions. He started getting dressed and was still thinking about the glass ball and how it could have gotten there. Somehow he was almost sure that whoever left the glass ball there was the one that kissed him. He had to ask Ron and Hermione about it. Maybe one of them left it there.
Ugh! That was something he didn't want to think about. That would have meant that one of them kissed him and that was impossible. For one, none of them had silver eyes and whoever kissed him did, he was sure about that. Plus, they were together. There was no way any of them would kiss him. He started to become very confused and he wanted some answers. Maybe the whole kiss-thing was nothing but a dream. But it felt so real. It was no dream, he knew that. And where did the glass ball come from?
He had to get out of here and talk to Ron and Hermione. They must know something.
When Madam Pomfrey came back with the potions, he drank them and just ran off without even saying good-bye to Madam Pomfrey. He heard her say something about rude patients as he exited the Hospital Wing and started running up to the Gryffindor Tower to find his friends.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice as he ran into someone and knocked the person down before said person gave a surprised shriek upon landing on their bottom.
"Watch where you're going!" he heard the enraged voice as he reached out to help the person get up.
As he looked at the now standing person he found himself staring into mesmerizing silver eyes. He gulped and felt his cheeks heathen. They were the same eyes. The eyes from last night. But that couldn't be. The person was all wrong. It couldn't be. It was impossible. His heart raced as he stared into Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"You all right Potter?" the blonde asked with something akin concern in his eyes. This was impossible. Malfoy was asking him if he was all right? Malfoy had the same eyes the one who kissed him? Was he really all right? Maybe he should just go back to the Hospital Wing and let madam Pomfrey check his temperature. He sure felt like he was having a fever.
"Umm..No I...don't think I am." He said still looking into the eyes of his rival. Slowly he let go of his hand and started walking toward the Gryffindor tower again. What the hell was going on? What was Malfoy's problem?
His head hurt very much now and he really needed to talk to Ron and Hermione to get some answers because he was sure if this day was going to get any weirder he would end up in St. Mungo's before night fell.
He almost reached the tower when he saw his friends coming towards him.
"Harry! We were just going to go and get you from the Hospital Wing! Are you all right now?" Hermione asked as she flung herself at him and almost crushed his ribs in the tight hug she was giving him.
"Umm..yeah, I'm fine now. L-let go! You're crushing me!" he said as he fought to get her off him. It was obvious she had been worried about him. She let him go and looked at him trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Ron was looking at him the same way she noticed. She didn't really believe him because he still looked so pale and his eyes looked different. Like he was..confused or something. Something must be wrong. She just didn't understand what. Well, he would tell them in his own time, she hoped. And as if on cue, Harry started talking in his 'I'm- serious-voice'. The one he used when he was telling them something of importance.
"You guys, I need to ask you something. Did anyone of you leave this on my bed last night?" he asked as he pulled out the glass ball and held it up for the two to take a look at it. The other two stepped closer and looked at it.
Hermione's eyes grew big in surprise as she reached for it. Harry just looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"Harry. Where did you get that?" she asked. Harry growled with frustration. He had a feeling it wouldn't be any of his two friends who left the ball there. But obviously they didn't even know who did.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking!" He said as he took the ball from Hermione's hands a bit roughly. Hermione looked at him a little surprised at his little outburst. Something was definitely wrong with him. More so than usual. Ron looked surprised, too. He gave Harry a slightly worried look as he said.
"Well, we didn't put it on your bed and we don't know who did. I don't even know what that is." He eyed the glass ball suspiciously in Harry's hands.
"That ball is a very rare thing. It is quite expensive, too." Hermione explained. She, of course, knew what kind of ball it was. No one was surprised. Harry and Ron looked at her and waited for her explanation.
"No one really knows all the things it can do because it is different for everyone. Mostly it just shows things. Things the owner wants, things they are afraid of and so on. It can do other things, too, but it usually takes a somewhat powerful wizard or witch to do those kinds of things." Hermione explained in her know-it-all tone. Harry and Ron just stared at her for a while, and then Harry stared some at the ball. Now it made sense. Why he saw the white wolf in it that day.
He pondered some more on who could have left it on his bed but when he started to become too frustrated he just gave up and asked Ron and Hermione if they wanted to eat breakfast. Not that he was hungry. He just wanted to get his mind off of all these weird things.
It was time for dinner and Draco was on his way towards the Great Hall. His entire being hurt but he didn't show any of it. However his face was paler than usually.
Damn that stupid Blaise! Technically he didn't even do anything wrong. He had not broken the rules and still Blaise had to punish him. He knew it was no use trying to fight him back. It would have made things worse. Blaise was stronger than him no matter how much he tried to deny it. And apparently Blaise had chosen him as his mate. It was bad. Very bad. He didn't even like Blaise for crying out loud! He wanted to do something to end this all so he wouldn't have to put up with Blaise and his possessiveness anymore but Blaise was the leader. Merlin, his father was so mad at him when he found out he wasn't the leader! He almost disowned him but since he was the only son and heir, the only one who could carry on the Malfoy name, he didn't. But he did punish Draco. Several times. He never forgave him for that. Draco was useless in his eyes. At first Draco had thought about trying to fight Blaise again for the title but soon he realized it was all in vain. He had to get used to the idea. Not that he ever did.
Now here he was with several bite marks all over his body. He couldn't exactly go to Pomfrey either to get them healed. He just had to bear it. After all it was his fault he got them in the first place. All because of that stupid Gryffindor hero-wannabe. It was all because of Potter. How he hated him right now! Well, maybe not hated him, but disliked him strongly. All right, so he couldn't even get really mad at him. The idiot was sick and he had to see him. That was the reason. It never seized to amaze him how much the little git made him feel. How much he made him care. It was a rather nice feeling though. But it was very dangerous. The proof of that was now all over his body. He grimaced as he entered the Great Hall.
He ate as fast as he could and tried to find a certain green eyed beauty. As he looked over to the Gryffindor table he found himself staring into the eyes of none other than Harry Potter. The boy he had been looking for. He quickly looked away, afraid if he continued to stare in the boy's eyes he'd start bushing. That wasn't a risk he was going to take. He ate as fast as he could and left the Great Hall without a second glance at the Gryffindor table.
Harry was sitting in the Great Hall eating his dinner. Or rather just stirring it on his plate. He wasn't really hungry. He could not get his mind off of all the weird things that had happened between yesterday and that morning. Someone familiar entered the Great Hall and he looked up only to see his archrival enter the Great Hall. He seemed a bit distracted, Harry noted as he followed him with his eyes.
Suddenly Malfoy looked up and their eyes met. His heart started racing as he stared into those silver depths. It was the same. The eyes were the same. But it couldn't be. No way. Then Malfoy looked away and went back to his dinner. Harry decided that he was finished and left the Great Hall. He took out the glass ball that was hidden in his pocket the whole day and looked at it as if it would give him all the answers if he looked long enough.
He was pushed forward and he landed on his stomach with someone's weight on him. The glass ball flew out of his hands. He watched as it collided with the ground. It didn't break. He let out a breath and watched as it rolled on the ground and then it stopped.
The weight from his back disappeared and he slowly stood up only to be met with silver eyes. He could have sworn Malfoy was following him by now. He dusted of his clothes, muttering all the while and went to get the glass ball. It was already in Malfoy's hands.
"Umm, do you mind giving that back?" he asked as he looked at Malfoy.
"Give it back? What are you talking about it, Potter? This is mine." Malfoy said looking confused.
"I bought it that day when..when we met in that shop." he said avoiding mentioning that he actually took it from Harry.
Harry froze on his spot. This..was Malfoy's? He heard Hermione's voice ringing in his ear. 'That ball is a very rare thing. It's quite expensive, too.' Rare... expensive...This was something a Malfoy would be able to buy. This was HIS glass ball. Then it meant...
He didn't even dare thinking about it. He swallowed as he felt a lump building in his throat. This...couldn't be. He wanted to ask. But what if he was wrong? No, he didn't want to know. There must have been another, perfectly normal and understandable explanation to this. He just couldn't have.. No, that was out of the question.
"Oh.of course." he heard someone say and he was surprised it was his own voice he heard. He turned around and ran as fast as he could.
It was night once again. Harry was standing by the lake waiting for the white wolf. His mind was still confused by all the things that happened that day. He had to tell someone. He hoped the wolf would come. He looked up and saw the familiar silver eyes, the white fur, felt the pink tongue caress his hand.
"Hey there." He whispered as he bent down and hugged the wolf, running his hands through its soft fur.
"The weirdest things happened to me today.."
A/N: Well that's it for now. Sorry for a short chappie. I did tell you that I wouldn't be able to write that long chapters for ever. And I'm still having a slight writers block. And school started again so I won't have as much time. But I'll try to update again this weekend. Or the beginning of next week. Reviews please! I need them! Thank you for reading! See you next time!
Warning: The usual. DH slash and all that.
A/N: Well I just got threatened that if I don't continue this, then some bad things are going to happen to me. And I don't want to risk that now do I. Thank you all for your reviews. It means so much to me that so many people seem to like my story. Thank you!
Also I would like to answer to Miss Lesley's review. Yes, I know Draco is a bit out of character and all and that. And that the Blaise thing is a bit confusing. Draco isn't really the coward he may look to you. Just be patient and you'll see. Well at least I hope so. Anyway thank you for reading and reviewing!
Now I think it is time for me to continue with the story! ^^
This is the corrected version by the way.
Chapter 7:
Harry woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. He hadn't slept very well that night. Bad dreams were chasing him whenever he closed his eyes. This was very bad combined with the cold he had. His throat was still sore but at least he didn't have a fever anymore. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes with one hand, while he searched for his glasses on the nightstand with the other. He had a bad feeling in his stomach. The kind of feeling you get when you know you forgot something important. He put on his glasses and tried to remember the events of the previous day.
Suddenly he remembered something. A feeling. He tried to define it but it slipped away into the darkness of his subconsciousness. He shook his head in frustration and disappointment and shifted on the bed. There was something beneath his thigh. Something that felt round and hard. Something that wasn't there before. He pulled it out and held it up so he could take a look at it.
His eyes went wide in amazement and surprise when he recognized the object in his hands. He had seen it before. It was the glass ball he saw in that shop the other day. How did that get here? Or maybe the one he had seen wasn't the only one. But he only saw one in that shop. And Malfoy took it from him. How could this be here? He sure didn't get it.
He stared at it for a while. He stared into it, too, but nothing happened. He almost expected to see something in it like he did last time. He didn't even know what this was for. He toyed with it for a while and tried to figure out how it could have gotten there. As he sat there staring at the ball a memory flashed before his eyes.
The image was blurry and dark, too, but he could see a pair of familiar silver eyes. He felt a pair of soft lips brushing his own while he saw those beautiful eyes flutter shut just to open again only seconds later and the lips were removed from his own.
Harry's eyes grew big once again as he saw the memory flash before his eyes over and over again. What...? Who..? When..when did this happen?
He sat up in the bed and touched his lips lightly. He knew those eyes. He knew the person. He just couldn't remember the face.
"Damn it!" he said and balled his fists.
"Something wrong dear?" he heard the voice of Madame Pomfrey from the doorway. He hadn't even noticed when she entered. He looked at her with surprise in his eyes and blushed slightly at his outburst just a second ago.
"Umm..n-no, Madam Pomfrey. Nothing is wrong. Can I leave now?" he asked as he thought about something. He desperately needed to get out of here. He had to talk to Ron and Hermione.
"Well, I don't know yet. How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?" she asked as she stepped closer to the boy, who already tried to get out of bed. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. It was normal.
"I'm all right now. Nothing hurts." Harry said quickly as he tossed his covers aside not caring about being seen in his pyjamas by the nurse.
Madam Pomfrey looked at him a little worried about his behaviour. Sure, no one liked to be in the Hospital Wing being sick and all but no one ran around like a madman either, trying to get out. Well, at least not too often.
"Are you sure?" she asked as she watched Harry run around and gather his clothes. He didn't seem to be very sick. She could probably let him go after he took a few potions, just in case.
"Yes, I'm sure. Madam Pomfrey, was anybody here last night after I fell asleep?" Harry stood now in front of the nurse and looked at her questioningly. He hadn't thought about that. Maybe Madam Pomfrey knew who was in there. Maybe she knew who those beautiful silver eyes belonged to.
"Here? Last night? No, there wasn't anybody here. Not after your friends left. You are going to have to take some potions before I can let you go, Mr. Potter." she said as she crossed the room to get said potions.
Harry just nodded, barely hearing what the nurse said about potions. He started getting dressed and was still thinking about the glass ball and how it could have gotten there. Somehow he was almost sure that whoever left the glass ball there was the one that kissed him. He had to ask Ron and Hermione about it. Maybe one of them left it there.
Ugh! That was something he didn't want to think about. That would have meant that one of them kissed him and that was impossible. For one, none of them had silver eyes and whoever kissed him did, he was sure about that. Plus, they were together. There was no way any of them would kiss him. He started to become very confused and he wanted some answers. Maybe the whole kiss-thing was nothing but a dream. But it felt so real. It was no dream, he knew that. And where did the glass ball come from?
He had to get out of here and talk to Ron and Hermione. They must know something.
When Madam Pomfrey came back with the potions, he drank them and just ran off without even saying good-bye to Madam Pomfrey. He heard her say something about rude patients as he exited the Hospital Wing and started running up to the Gryffindor Tower to find his friends.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice as he ran into someone and knocked the person down before said person gave a surprised shriek upon landing on their bottom.
"Watch where you're going!" he heard the enraged voice as he reached out to help the person get up.
As he looked at the now standing person he found himself staring into mesmerizing silver eyes. He gulped and felt his cheeks heathen. They were the same eyes. The eyes from last night. But that couldn't be. The person was all wrong. It couldn't be. It was impossible. His heart raced as he stared into Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"You all right Potter?" the blonde asked with something akin concern in his eyes. This was impossible. Malfoy was asking him if he was all right? Malfoy had the same eyes the one who kissed him? Was he really all right? Maybe he should just go back to the Hospital Wing and let madam Pomfrey check his temperature. He sure felt like he was having a fever.
"Umm..No I...don't think I am." He said still looking into the eyes of his rival. Slowly he let go of his hand and started walking toward the Gryffindor tower again. What the hell was going on? What was Malfoy's problem?
His head hurt very much now and he really needed to talk to Ron and Hermione to get some answers because he was sure if this day was going to get any weirder he would end up in St. Mungo's before night fell.
He almost reached the tower when he saw his friends coming towards him.
"Harry! We were just going to go and get you from the Hospital Wing! Are you all right now?" Hermione asked as she flung herself at him and almost crushed his ribs in the tight hug she was giving him.
"Umm..yeah, I'm fine now. L-let go! You're crushing me!" he said as he fought to get her off him. It was obvious she had been worried about him. She let him go and looked at him trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Ron was looking at him the same way she noticed. She didn't really believe him because he still looked so pale and his eyes looked different. Like he was..confused or something. Something must be wrong. She just didn't understand what. Well, he would tell them in his own time, she hoped. And as if on cue, Harry started talking in his 'I'm- serious-voice'. The one he used when he was telling them something of importance.
"You guys, I need to ask you something. Did anyone of you leave this on my bed last night?" he asked as he pulled out the glass ball and held it up for the two to take a look at it. The other two stepped closer and looked at it.
Hermione's eyes grew big in surprise as she reached for it. Harry just looked at her with a confused look on his face.
"Harry. Where did you get that?" she asked. Harry growled with frustration. He had a feeling it wouldn't be any of his two friends who left the ball there. But obviously they didn't even know who did.
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking!" He said as he took the ball from Hermione's hands a bit roughly. Hermione looked at him a little surprised at his little outburst. Something was definitely wrong with him. More so than usual. Ron looked surprised, too. He gave Harry a slightly worried look as he said.
"Well, we didn't put it on your bed and we don't know who did. I don't even know what that is." He eyed the glass ball suspiciously in Harry's hands.
"That ball is a very rare thing. It is quite expensive, too." Hermione explained. She, of course, knew what kind of ball it was. No one was surprised. Harry and Ron looked at her and waited for her explanation.
"No one really knows all the things it can do because it is different for everyone. Mostly it just shows things. Things the owner wants, things they are afraid of and so on. It can do other things, too, but it usually takes a somewhat powerful wizard or witch to do those kinds of things." Hermione explained in her know-it-all tone. Harry and Ron just stared at her for a while, and then Harry stared some at the ball. Now it made sense. Why he saw the white wolf in it that day.
He pondered some more on who could have left it on his bed but when he started to become too frustrated he just gave up and asked Ron and Hermione if they wanted to eat breakfast. Not that he was hungry. He just wanted to get his mind off of all these weird things.
It was time for dinner and Draco was on his way towards the Great Hall. His entire being hurt but he didn't show any of it. However his face was paler than usually.
Damn that stupid Blaise! Technically he didn't even do anything wrong. He had not broken the rules and still Blaise had to punish him. He knew it was no use trying to fight him back. It would have made things worse. Blaise was stronger than him no matter how much he tried to deny it. And apparently Blaise had chosen him as his mate. It was bad. Very bad. He didn't even like Blaise for crying out loud! He wanted to do something to end this all so he wouldn't have to put up with Blaise and his possessiveness anymore but Blaise was the leader. Merlin, his father was so mad at him when he found out he wasn't the leader! He almost disowned him but since he was the only son and heir, the only one who could carry on the Malfoy name, he didn't. But he did punish Draco. Several times. He never forgave him for that. Draco was useless in his eyes. At first Draco had thought about trying to fight Blaise again for the title but soon he realized it was all in vain. He had to get used to the idea. Not that he ever did.
Now here he was with several bite marks all over his body. He couldn't exactly go to Pomfrey either to get them healed. He just had to bear it. After all it was his fault he got them in the first place. All because of that stupid Gryffindor hero-wannabe. It was all because of Potter. How he hated him right now! Well, maybe not hated him, but disliked him strongly. All right, so he couldn't even get really mad at him. The idiot was sick and he had to see him. That was the reason. It never seized to amaze him how much the little git made him feel. How much he made him care. It was a rather nice feeling though. But it was very dangerous. The proof of that was now all over his body. He grimaced as he entered the Great Hall.
He ate as fast as he could and tried to find a certain green eyed beauty. As he looked over to the Gryffindor table he found himself staring into the eyes of none other than Harry Potter. The boy he had been looking for. He quickly looked away, afraid if he continued to stare in the boy's eyes he'd start bushing. That wasn't a risk he was going to take. He ate as fast as he could and left the Great Hall without a second glance at the Gryffindor table.
Harry was sitting in the Great Hall eating his dinner. Or rather just stirring it on his plate. He wasn't really hungry. He could not get his mind off of all the weird things that had happened between yesterday and that morning. Someone familiar entered the Great Hall and he looked up only to see his archrival enter the Great Hall. He seemed a bit distracted, Harry noted as he followed him with his eyes.
Suddenly Malfoy looked up and their eyes met. His heart started racing as he stared into those silver depths. It was the same. The eyes were the same. But it couldn't be. No way. Then Malfoy looked away and went back to his dinner. Harry decided that he was finished and left the Great Hall. He took out the glass ball that was hidden in his pocket the whole day and looked at it as if it would give him all the answers if he looked long enough.
He was pushed forward and he landed on his stomach with someone's weight on him. The glass ball flew out of his hands. He watched as it collided with the ground. It didn't break. He let out a breath and watched as it rolled on the ground and then it stopped.
The weight from his back disappeared and he slowly stood up only to be met with silver eyes. He could have sworn Malfoy was following him by now. He dusted of his clothes, muttering all the while and went to get the glass ball. It was already in Malfoy's hands.
"Umm, do you mind giving that back?" he asked as he looked at Malfoy.
"Give it back? What are you talking about it, Potter? This is mine." Malfoy said looking confused.
"I bought it that day when..when we met in that shop." he said avoiding mentioning that he actually took it from Harry.
Harry froze on his spot. This..was Malfoy's? He heard Hermione's voice ringing in his ear. 'That ball is a very rare thing. It's quite expensive, too.' Rare... expensive...This was something a Malfoy would be able to buy. This was HIS glass ball. Then it meant...
He didn't even dare thinking about it. He swallowed as he felt a lump building in his throat. This...couldn't be. He wanted to ask. But what if he was wrong? No, he didn't want to know. There must have been another, perfectly normal and understandable explanation to this. He just couldn't have.. No, that was out of the question.
"Oh.of course." he heard someone say and he was surprised it was his own voice he heard. He turned around and ran as fast as he could.
It was night once again. Harry was standing by the lake waiting for the white wolf. His mind was still confused by all the things that happened that day. He had to tell someone. He hoped the wolf would come. He looked up and saw the familiar silver eyes, the white fur, felt the pink tongue caress his hand.
"Hey there." He whispered as he bent down and hugged the wolf, running his hands through its soft fur.
"The weirdest things happened to me today.."
A/N: Well that's it for now. Sorry for a short chappie. I did tell you that I wouldn't be able to write that long chapters for ever. And I'm still having a slight writers block. And school started again so I won't have as much time. But I'll try to update again this weekend. Or the beginning of next week. Reviews please! I need them! Thank you for reading! See you next time!