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A/N: Ok! Now presenting the magnificent Patricia! (The stage curtains open, exposing a guy walking out to a desk in the middle of the stage. Low and behold, there is a computer on the table) "Hello," I say, taking a bow, "I am sort of new at this theatrical thing, so you'll have to guide me through it. And no laughing! I'm watching." (I settle in, turning the computer on) "So, how was your day," I ask, tapping my foot as I wait for the computer to turn on. "What do you mean you almost gotten eaten alive by a goose? Oh, there were two? But still!" Our conversation is interrupted as the computer emits an eerie noise, signaling that Windows has started. I look around and click on mouse, opening a program. I hear something rustle in the corner. "What was that?" I ask, horrified by the prospect of what it might be. All of the sudden, plot monkeys come out from backstage. I scream, "EEEEEEEEEEEEK!" as they swarm me. I run for cover, accidentally leaving my shotgun on the table. The worst thing possible happened: the monkeys picked it up. I heard a clicking noise… REVIEW! I love feedback! Please and thanks. The adventures of Patricia and the evil plot monkeys shall be continued next time. Will I die? Maybe. I hope it was theatrical enough. I mean it was in a theatre. Some thank yous, even though I feel a little unloved. Less and less people review these days…
RisuMusume: Hmmm (pages through library of evil music). There we go, found something. Thriller! Lol, well, I thought some Shania Twain may scare you, but it would ruin the ambience. So I decided against it. And you better love me dearly. Or else! Thank you again for the support!
Silly little 13 year old: You are forgiven, although don't let it happen again, lol. (I am serious, nonetheless) And I am glad that you liked the things I said; I tried my best to put that sort of thing into words. I think it came out fairly well, even though I am at an abysmal level as a writer. Nevertheless, it did come from the heart, so you have a good intuition. Now for the thank you for the review you gave me this time. Thank you. I appreciate the loving.
yunchen: Glad you liked what Harry told Draco! But I fear for the worst, yunie, I have a confession to make. The evil plot monkeys have taken me back over. HELP! EEEK!
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nameundecided: Nice to meet you Lynn. Overjoyed that you love the story. And I even tried a more theatrical approach to the author's note to show my thanks, although I expect you to admonish me for doing so.
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And now here is chapter 15 because of reviewers like you:
Chapter 15: EnoughHermione guided them to the dining room, where lunch had already begun. Yet there was something missing from the table. No, the food was still there, but Ron was no where to be found.
"I thought that he might do this," muttered Hermione as she sat down and began to eat a chicken sandwich. She looked deep in thought; it took her along time for her to chew each bite.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry. Draco gave him a questioning glance before he took a bite of fresh, green salad. It seemed Harry was the only one left out of this loop.
"Harry, Ron is still thinking. And apparently he does not want to be badgered any further on the topic," said Hermione, taking a sip of fresh squeezed lemonade. She looked over at Harry, who was somewhat worried about what this meant.
"Does that mean he's mad? Do you think he's brooding? Do you think he'll ever accept us?" asked Harry. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry's reaction. Draco felt like doing the same, but opted to try to soothe Harry's worries. Harry may have asked for it, but Draco knew Harry would need to have his worries calmed. Not only that, but Draco had his own things to worry about, such as his own feelings about Ron. While he was looking at Harry eating, he saw something on the table move.
For a brief moment, their minds wandered to a topic other then Ron. They paused as they watched a few magical beans float their way across the table. Harry was amused. He felt tempted to ask Hermione what they were.
Hermione anticipated this, so she told him, "They're butterglys. They're a bean-like creature that's considered a delicacy by the Irish. They are a trouble to get your hands on, however. As you can see, they try to escape from you quite silently. They are true masters of stealth, despite their colorful appearance. As for how they're prepared, they're boiled. But from the looks of these, I don't think Mrs. Weasley cooked them completely. If you ask me, she has been a little preoccupied lately."
"What do you mean, not cooked?" asked Harry as he watched the beans levitate off the edge of the table. They plummeted downward, disappearing from sight. So Harry crouched over the table, peering at the brown floor. He saw a neat little line of the colored beans making their way into the living room.
"Well, they're still alive, aren't they? They're not supposed to be running away like that if they're dead," Hermione told Harry.
"You mean floated away," corrected Harry, with a smirk on his face.
Hermione blushed. To avoid the further embarrassment of being corrected, she changed the topic back to Ron.
"Those things that you told me about Ron; although all of them are possible," said Hermione, interrupted by a loud gasp from Harry. "Let me finish. Although they're possible, I doubt that is what Ron is doing. My intuition tells me that he is taking to heart what we told him earlier. He may be looking for a fallacy in the logic we used, but it is hard to find a fault it."
"Good," said Harry, happy that Hermione believed that Ron was going to turn out being okay. Yet Harry still harbored worry. He felt it churning his stomach, making him feel sick. He decided to ask Draco what he thought about the matter, to make sure things were going well.
"Draco," said Harry, "what do you think Ron is doing?" Draco looked at Harry with a look of horror on his face, as though Harry had just said the worst thing possible. He choked on his salad, and cleared his throat. Harry regretted having asked Draco. He had not seen that asking Draco would upset him. It appeared as though the gift of foresight was not exactly Harry's cup of tea.
Despite choking, Draco still answered, keeping ahold of his feelings. He just told Harry, "I'd rather not think about what he's up to right now."
Hermione sensed the pain in Draco's voice and looked up from her plate and into his eyes. She tried her best to reassure him, but her bright brown eyes did not do the trick. Draco broke the connection she had forged between them and swung his head towards Harry. Hermione felt a little hurt, but she knew that Harry could comfort Draco much better than she could. So she let things proceed as Draco saw fit.
Draco tried catching Harry's eyes with his own, yet Harry's never met his. He thought for a moment, trying to think of some method that he could use to get to Harry. He thought of something.
He tried reaching his left hand for Harry's. His hand slowly slid along the table towards Harry, passing by his napkin.
'So far so good,' thought Draco. Nevertheless, things began to go downhill. As his hand made its way by Harry's plate, Harry's fork practically stabbed it, like it was just another tasty morsel of food on the table. Draco pulled his hand back, a little frightened that his hand had been mistaken for food so easily and gave up on trying to get Harry to touch him. He went back to getting Harry to glance at him. He pondered for a minute over what he could do, but nothing was coming to mind. He looked to Hermione for inspiration. When he did, she made a small noise, catching Harry's attention.
'That's it!' thought Draco excitedly. After a making a few creative sounds, including what sounded like Aunt Petunia coughing, he saw Harry's eyes glint in the light as they moved towards his own. Draco met Harry's eyes and felt comforted, forgetting about the fact that Ron might despise them just for being gay. Having someone there for you throughout it all made it all the easier on Draco. He knew that.
Lunch was over before they knew it; their plates were vacant and their stomachs full. Hermione got up from the table and began to walk out of the room. Before she left, she said to Draco and Harry, "I think I am going to talk with Ron, you know, try and reinforce a few concepts with him. That leaves you two to yourselves for the rest of the afternoon." Harry could swear he saw Hermione wink at him before she finished. But would Hermione ever do that? Harry was deep in thought, pondering this question.
She quickly ran away, leaving Harry and Draco alone.
'This is perfect,' thought Harry. 'I think I'll finally get to tell him what I was trying to say earlier. This time I'll be more direct,' he thought, convincing himself that things would go smoothly in his conversation with Draco. His heart began to race with excitement, and his demeanor changed from worried to upbeat. Harry was ready for this.
"So where do you want to go to?" questioned Harry, trying to make Draco settle down so that they could finally talk.
"I guess it's either here or the living room," Draco said, thinking aloud. "We don't get to talk in the living room as much as our room. Let's just sit down out here."
"Is that…" Harry trailed off, realizing he had sort of set himself up for what Draco said. Sure he knew that the living room was not the best place for them to be having this sort of conversation, but he had asked 'where' they should sit, hadn't he? And by doing so, he would have to accept the consequences, even if he did not condone doing so.
"Fine, let's sit down," Harry told Draco, stiffly accepting Draco's answer. He walked over to the couch and sat down, leaving half of it open, open for someone else. Someone else with blonde hair, someone with silver eyes.
Harry eagerly awaited Draco plopping down next to him and cuddling with him.
Yet, that part of the sofa was left empty.
It turns out that Draco sat down in the chair across from Harry. He looked across the room and saw Draco staring at him with a funny sort of expression. It appeared to be amusement.
Harry turned his gaze back to the couch, staring at it. All he saw was dark blue leather staring at him, taunting him.
Harry's look was anything but amused. He grimaced at Draco, enraged that he had left him for a chair. It was infuriating. Harry's gaze narrowed and his eyes ignited, burning like an emerald green fire. Draco could swear he saw smoke coming out from Harry's head, but he thought that must have been his imagination.
Thankfully, it was. Nonetheless, Harry was still infuriated that Draco had shown such simple disregard for him.
'I clearly left that open for him,' thought Harry, ' it's not as though someone else is here to sit down with me.'
Harry's blood was practically boiling with this anger. He thought about this anger that was consuming him. He had been accommodating for Draco by allowing them to sit in the living room, so why couldn't Draco show some care for him? And most of all, Harry had something important to tell Draco. He wanted to be close to Draco when he told him. Why had Draco shoved him away by placing such distance between them?
"Reverting to old ways, are you?" asked Harry, trying his best to mask his anger. Unfortunately, he was terrible at hiding his emotions.
"I'm sorry Potter. I'll try to coddle you like a baby next time. Would that be to your liking?" said Draco, amused with Harry.
Harry was flabbergasted. "How can you be so heartless!" he screamed, turning his head away from Draco. He let a tear slip out of his eye. He was hurt. He felt like he was falling without stopping, continuing a descent into the abyss that he could never escape.
Draco reacted quickly, realizing he had hurt Harry badly. "Harry!" he cried, trying to catch his attention. Harry's eyes came into view; they were a mix of anger and sorrow. "Harry, I was only kidding! Don't take it that way. You know I would never be that cruel to you. I was only joking! Please stop! Stop this at once!" Draco commanded. He rushed over to Harry's side and fell down on the couch. He brought Harry's eyes up to his and peered into them.
"I mean it. I'm sorry. Please stop. Please," pleaded Draco. It wasn't in vain. Harry soon flashed him a weak smirk.
"Just don't do that. I think I sort of took it for granted that you've been so nice," confessed Harry.
"What do you mean?" asked Draco, intrigued.
"Blimey, you know how cruel you used to be! And now you're so kind. It's such a change, one that I have accepted. I just don't understand it though."
"Now that you mention it, it's a little surprising I'm so kind, isn't it? I wonder why you never asked me before," Draco pondered. Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. Taking the hint, he continued. "Okay, let's just say a week of wandering around brings one down to earth. And the fact that I was struggling with my feelings all these years didn't help with my animosity. After accepting my feelings, I feel like I'm finally me, not a mean, rotten person." He paused, thinking about what he had done in the past. "I'm sorry for what I did to you before. Really, I am." Draco gave him an expression of sincerity, his eyes gleaming with emotion.
Harry nodded his head, absorbing what Draco revealed. He understood what he had meant, the struggle with feelings. 'We have more in common then he knows,' thought Harry. He smiled at Draco and his heart skipped a beat, overflowing with elation. He felt like dancing, but he knew what he had to do next.
He had to tell Draco.
But how could he get to that topic? He would have to work hard, to say the least.
"It has been great getting to know you," said Harry tentatively. He tried to push his topic by mentioning their relationship. It would be a stepping stone towards what he wanted to say.
He stopped and waited for a response from Draco, hoping he would say something. Harry felt like butterflies were flying around inside him.
Draco had been thinking for a while now, and Harry didn't know what to do. He nerves were about to go from all of this tension, and Draco's deep, mysterious expression did not help matters. It just made the situation all the more nerve-wracking. He tried to speak up to end the fretting, but Draco interrupted him.
"Harry, didn't you say something earlier?" asked Draco, thinking about what had transpired earlier that day. When Harry heard this, he let out a sigh of relief and felt the anxiety begin to ebb away. Since Draco had taken the liberty of bringing up the topic himself, everything would be all the easier on Harry. All he had to do was tell Draco what he had meant.
"Yes, it was about love," he told Draco, leading him on.
"I remember that, but you said something, something that sort of struck me in a weird way," Draco said, trying his best to express his thoughts. He gesticulated to try to get his point across, but the hand motions were vague.
Just as Harry was about to tell him what he had meant, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. In the corner of the room, by the small window, was a multi-colored line standing vertically. Harry squinted, trying to see what it was. The line was nothing other than the butterglys, trying to make their escape out of the house. In their desperation, they had tried to get make a sort of tower trying to get up to the window. Floating on top of one another, they had gotten a few of the bean-like things to the windowsill, where they seemed to be trying to push the window out.
Harry let out a laugh at their attempt. They were trying so hard, but getting no where fast. But they soon became the least of Harry's worries. Draco was peeved that Harry ignored him. Draco began to relate to Harry's earlier feelings. Their roles had switched.
Harry grasped his mistake and tried to make up for it. "It was the butterglys," he explained. "I noticed them and I couldn't help but look. They're by the window, see?" Draco looked over his shoulder to see.
"Harry, I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said, convincing Harry something was afoot.
Harry glanced back at the corner and noticed that the colors he had seen before had vanished- the butterglys were gone. 'Oh no,' thought Harry, 'their feeble attempt wasn't so feeble after all. Now Draco must think I'm imagining things. Great.'
He tried his best to explain to Draco what happened. Even though Draco had been a little taken aback before, he was surprisingly accepting of what Harry told him. That made Harry happy, to say the least. To have someone so understanding was a gift in Harry's mind; not many people had ever believed him, besides his closest friends.
He thought back to his fifth year at Hogwarts, when everyone thought he was some attention craving kid, calling him names. And even after the Daily Prophet had made up for degrading Harry's name, some people were still cruel to him. It was nice to have someone to trust and hold when the world could be so nasty.
"So, back to business," said Draco, trying to find out what Harry had meant earlier. "What did you mean earlier, Harry? About those around us?"
Draco made this exceedingly easy for Harry, but it was still hard on him. He was immensely nervous again even through Draco's understanding demeanor. Despite the feeling of bugs crawling all over him, Harry told Draco.
"Draco, those around you do you love you. Especially me," said Harry. For a moment, Draco looked slightly shocked. This hurt Harry deeply, but he kept watching Draco, watching for an answer. It took him a few moments, but Draco finally came around. In all fairness, he did have some feelings to sort out, after all.
"I feel the same way," he whispered to Harry. They were both overcome with emotion, warmth spreading over their bodies. Harry felt his lips touched; his eyes were looking into Draco's silver. Draco began to move, and Harry felt the affection flow through Draco's lips and onto his own. Harry returned the favor, his lips sliding against Draco's.
Draco was desperate for Harry and wrapped his arms around him, pulling them together while they kissed. They felt like they were the only ones in the world that mattered. Their souls slowly intertwined as they worked each other harder. They expressed their feelings through the connection between them.
Draco decided to move onto unexplored territory. When Harry's lips parted for a moment, he slid his tongue in between Harry's lips. At first, Harry seemed to want to pull away, to end what Draco was doing. But Draco could not let that happen, not now. He needed to feel Harry's love. He kept ahold of Harry and pulled him closer. Harry gave up fighting Draco and decided to comply. He slid his own tongue into Draco's mouth.
The taste was extraordinary, for both of them. Draco had never tasted anything quite as good as this: the sweet flavor, the soft feeling; it truly was ambrosia.
Harry let his tongue explore Draco's mouth, searching every nook and cranny. He tasted heaven. A mix of a slightly spicy juice and a sweet nectar, a food fit for the gods. Both of them felt like gods at the moment, with their lover in their arms.
Unbeknownst to the pair, they were about to be knocked off of their pedestal.
A door from upstairs creaked open and a pair of footsteps began to echo throughout the room. Then the sound stopped.
Harry ended the kiss, trying to figure out what was going on. He gasped when he saw; it was Ron, red as a cherry, standing there, glaring at them. When his angry eyes met Harry's, he was furious. He stormed back into the room, slamming the door behind him.
Before Harry could say anything, the door swung open, and another person strode out to the living room. A vehement Hermione had appeared.
"Oops," muttered Harry.
"OOOPS! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY HARRY!" bellowed Hermione, her eyes open wide.
"We're…sorry?" said Harry, trying his best to stop Hermione from yelling.
"SORRY! I CAN'T BELIEVE! ENOUGH! Just go to your room! I'll talk to you later!" she screamed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. At least she let out a little bit of steam, cooling down slightly by the time she walked back to Ron's room.
"Great," said Harry, shaking his head at the mistake. They should not have done that.
"I know," said Draco. "Let's just get to our room."
A/N: I wrote another chapter just for all of you reviewers out there! Thank you for all of the support! I appreciate it, I really do. Hopefully I won't get many more of these bad reviews, eh? Sorry for the long wait! It's thanks to all the encouragement I got from all of you people. The next chapter is called Please. And I have no idea when it will be up. Just FYI. My parents are a little mad I've been spending a lot of time on the computer. Until next time!