Disclaimer-Characters are property of JK Rowling.. The usual.
By- FawkesSP
Chapter Three- Love's Good.
"Did you hear-?" whispered Draco.
Harry had heard it- it sounded as though something had crashed in the nearest room that they had just passed next to them. Draco continued to hold on to Harry's hand, it was warmer than his and Draco seemed to tighten his grip. Harry actually, didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah, it…er… probably was Peeves. Or…something." Harry said, squinting around the darkness.
Draco didn't seem to realize what he was doing, he was still looking around. Perhaps he was afraid someone might overhear them. But, finally he looked into Harry's eyes again, and down at their joined hands, and slowly let go. Harry watched him for a moment, the sensation in his stomach began again, and it almost seemed like he wanted to keep holding Draco's hand…
"Peeves... yeah you're right. Er.. sorry about that I-" Draco said, but Harry cut him off.
"No, don't be it's okay." he said warmly. "So," Harry said, beginning to walk back down the darkened corridor, with Draco closely at his side, "are you going to tell me?"
Draco seemed back to being very nervous. He was breathing more heavily, and if Harry could see him properly, he was sure he would be shaking. He was now just looking at the cold stone floor. After a moment of silence, broken only by Draco's breathing, he looked into Harry's eyes once more.
"Okay, I know this might seem totally unbelievable. I want you to know that I can't help the way I feel, it just happened this way okay?" he stammered.
Harry waited, almost sure of what was coming. His heart beat faster.
"For awhile now, I have found myself staring at, and my thoughts trailing off to.. well.. you." Draco said slowly, but before Harry could say something he continued-
"I mean, I will understand if you don't want to say anything to me about this, but I can't keep going through day after day, wondering what would happen if I told you. I wanted to tell you so I would feel better knowing that you know."
Harry's heart was beating so fast now, he felt as if he had just ran miles without stopping. Draco Malfoy was telling him, so he thought, that he pretty much liked him. Seeing as he broke up with Pansy, it wasn't just as a friend. Harry couldn't think of what to say, but then he figured he should tell Draco about the feelings he has been feeling about him today, and maybe that would help him feel better. Right now, Draco looked as though he wanted nothing more than to run away and forget he had ever said anything. Yes that's what he would do...
"Draco, today when I looked at you, I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to talk to you. So when I saw you in the library, I felt this feeling that I never really felt before. I was actually happy to see you." Harry paused. He thought that this sounded a little, well, stupid, but it seemed that Draco was feeling better. And right now, that's all he wanted… Harry continued.
"I watched you for a minute or so when you were looking out the window and I had some of the biggest butterflies in my stomach." he finished. He was looking at Draco, and he noticed that both of them were now breathing very heavy. They moved close together. They were so close Harry could feel the warm breath on his face from Draco. He wanted to kiss him. But should he? He made up his mind, and leaned foreword until their lips were almost going to touch when-
A sudden flicker of light was coming around the corner of the corridor, which meant that Filch was more than likely the carrier of the lantern. Draco seemed to think the same thing because the boys quickly looked at each other and nodded and ran the opposite direction, as quietly as one could run. Harry, out of habit, ran up to the Gryffindor Tower. Only when he got to the portrait of the fat lady did he realize that Draco was no longer with him. Slightly upset, he had no choice but to go back into the common room.
The fire was now a lot more dimmer than when he was last in front of it. There were a few fellow Gryffindors scattered around, but neither Ron nor Hermione were there. He walked up to the dark dormitory, which was filled with snores from Neville and Ron. He took off all his clothes, put on his pajamas, and climbed into his extra warm four poster bed. The thoughts of the night with Malfoy were buzzing through his head like a room full of pixies. Barely ten minutes ago, he was going to kiss Draco. What did this mean? Was he… no he couldn't be… could he? Was Draco? All he knew is that if Filch hadn't of came, well, the thought made him feel as though he was falling very fast. Harry laid there, for he didn't know how long, until he finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
Harry awoke the next morning with sun shining through the window next to his bed. The storm that had been raging over the castle for the past few days seemed to have blown over. Harry squinted against the sun and looked around the dormitory. He was the only one there which meant the school must be down at breakfast. Harry dressed, and started to walk down the stairs when he got his first glimpse of the common room. Hermione was sitting there, reading a book. He stopped. What should he tell her about his behavior last night when he went to meet Draco?
He walked in the common room, and Hermione looked up at him. Maybe she wouldn't bring it up.
"Oh hello. Did you sleep well?" she said looking up from her book.
"Yes, I slept fine. How come you are still here?" Harry asked her.
"I was waiting for you so we could go eat breakfast together, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures are still canceled, the snow is way too deep for us to be walking through. So that means first two classes are free!" Hermione said.
Harry nodded, and together they set out through the portrait hole. The scene could not be more different than it was yesterday. The corridors were blazing with light and when Harry looked out the window, he was almost blinded by the sight of the pure white snow. He saw Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and could see him shoveling the snow out from in front of his door. The students that were walking along the corridors with Harry and Hermione no longer had chattering teeth and pulling their robes tighter around themselves.
When they entered the Great Hall, most of the school was chatting loudly amongst themselves and laughing. Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table and saw Draco talking to Blaise Zabini, a boy in their year, though he didn't seem like he felt much like talking. Draco glanced up when Harry walked to the Gryffindor table. Harry met Draco's eyes. Noticing Hermione looking at him suspiciously, he looked away, and sat down between Ginny and Ron, not facing the Slytherin table.
"Morning, Ron." said Harry, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Hey, Harry, where were you last night? You weren't in the dormitory by the time I fell asleep." said Ron.
So, it wasn't Hermione that was the one to ask about his sudden urge to leave, it was Ron. Harry was starting to get nervous, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't say he went to the library, it was closed. And if that's where he was going he would have most definitely brought his Invisibility Cloak, and Hermione would know that he hadn't had it. Plus, since it was after hours, there was really no excuse.
"Yeah, Harry, you kind of ran out on me last night, I was really confused. Where did you go?" Hermione said, looking puzzled.
"I- er- I was-" Harry tried to think of something when-
"He was with me." said a dreamy voice from behind him.
Luna Lovegood was standing behind the three of them, her bulging eyes and wearing a smile on her face. She nodded at Harry, and he was at no point going to mess up a chance to get out of this situation.
"Yeah, I was with Luna. She asked me to meet her at nine, and that's why I ran away so fast. I was late." Harry assured them.
"Oh, well we were just wondering." Ron said, but he still looked as puzzled as Hermione did.
Harry pretty much ate in silence the rest of breakfast. He nodded occasionally at something Ron or Hermione said to him, but nothing much more. He was wondering why Luna Lovegood out of all people would have said anything. Harry was really eager to talk to Luna, so after the bell rang, he ran to catch up to her.
"Luna!" Harry called after her.
"Oh, hello Harry." she said, turning around. She was looking dreamily around as though nothing awkward had happened earlier.
"Er.. I was just wondering… why- how?" Harry said.
"You want to know why I saved you from telling your friends something really embarrassing?" Luna asked.
"Yeah..." Harry said awkwardly.
"Well last night, I was in my dormitory and I realized some of my things were missing. Well you know, people like to hide my stuff on me. So I decided I would go out and look for them. Well while I was looking, I saw you walking with that Draco boy. I know that you two don't get along and I was worried something was going to happen. So while I was looking for my things, I followed you. I heard some very interesting things, I should say. I thought you two were going to catch me at one point. When I was in one of the empty classrooms looking around, I tripped over something and knocked a load of stuff over. But you two were more.. er.. distracted.. by each other." Luna told him.
"Oh, that was you? Wow, Luna, I don't know what to say, umm… thank you for looking out for me but, you won't tell anyone what you heard would you?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Of course I wouldn't. I find that its nice you two will hopefully stop fighting." she said, and she walked away.
Harry stood there, a little shocked at what Luna just told him, and a little embarrassed. He was not going to tell Draco that she had heard what they were talking about, it was hard enough for him just to tell Harry. He couldn't help but think of the last thing Luna had told him. I find that its nice you two will hopefully stop fighting. Would this be the way Hermione and Ron would feel about the situation? What about everyone else? Harry didn't even know if him and Draco were going to talk about it again, or if anything was going to come of it. But he couldn't help but think about how it would be to finally be on good terms with him.
Harry was just walking around his gained free period. He was looking out the window and walking aimlessly when he ran into someone.
"Oh.. I'm sorry.." Harry said. He bent down to pick up the persons books and when he looked at the person to hand them their things, he almost dropped them again.
"Draco.." He said very slow.
And by the look on Draco's face, he was just as surprised as he was..
A/N- Well there it is, the third chapter. I enjoyed writing it. I seem to like to stop chapters on sort of cliff hangers I guess. Tell me what you think!