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Well as always I don't own Harry Potter (although I can't say much for that mighty sexy Draco!! Roww!!) or any other characters and so on and so on.
Chapter 4: Tsunami
Harry didn't bother going back into the castle, his head was about to over load. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn't thinking at all. Harry had stumbled into the Forbidden Forest, only to end up falling face first into a puddle of mud. He rolled over and whipped the mud out of his eyes. His glasses poked him in the back; he pulled them out from underneath himself.
One of the lenses popped. He threw them into the mud and stood up. Harry sat down again onto a rotting log near by. He held his head in his hands, mud smearing into his hair and on his forehead. He felt like a bloody git for believe Malfoy, it was all a big joke. Something new that Malfoy could get a kick from. All a joke.it was.wasn't it? Malfoy was kissing Pansy but why would he have acted the way he did? What about himself? Was he really gay, did he like Draco? If he didn't than what the hell was he doing with Malfoy by that tree!
Before Harry could concoct some answer to the endless questions screaming at him inside his head, he was interrupted by the crack of a twig.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked finally looking up at Draco. Draco's hair had fallen into his face again, and one of his cheeks was redder than the other.
"Now listen here Potter! Don't act like you know what actually happened-"
"What you and Pansy sucking face?"
"You actually think I enjoyed that!"
"Looked to me like you did!" Harry said fiercely.
"Well I didn't! I'd rather snog a horse before I'd actually enjoy kissing that toad!" Draco yelled at Harry.
"Then why were you kissing?" Harry asked the rage still in his voice.
"She came on to me Potter."
Harry paused for a moment and then asked, "Why are you doing this to me Draco?"
"Doing what?" he asked confused by Harry's question.
"Why are you.acting this way?" Harry asked but went on when he saw that Draco was still lost by his questions. "Why'd you kiss me Draco? Why did you get me to ask you to the ball? Why?"
Draco was silent, his eyes dropping to his feet. He looked up again, looking Harry in the eyes. "It's because.I like you Harry."
Harry was lost for words. He didn't know how to respond to Draco's answer.
Before he could stop himself, he got up and stepped towards Draco. Their faces inches apart.
"Harry?" Draco said raising an eye brow at the brunette's actions. He didn't say anything but leaned towards the other boy. Their lips brushing against each other. Harry suddenly pulled back.
"I can't." he told Draco. Harry pushed past him and disappeared out of the forest and up the hill.
Draco sighed as he crouched down to pull Harry's glasses out of the mud.
"He's going to needed these some time."
* * *
Pansy hid behind a tree as a Harry came rushing past. She grinned to herself.
"So that's how it is," she whispered. "Oh this is good. You'll regret turning me down Malfoy, oh you will."
* * *
Harry pushed the doors to the showers open the next evening. He walked over to a shower, his right knee sore from his fall in the Forbidden Forest. He'd tried to avoid Draco all day and had been all but successful. Upon returning to the castle the night before Harry had discovered quite badly that he was missing his glasses. Luckily he had found his way back to the common room and was able to dig up his old pair of glasses. They were a bit blurry but to Harry they would do.
The next morning Harry made his way down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. As he entered, Harry urged himself not to glance over at the Slytherin table. At the last moment before he sat down, his eyes wondered, they met with those warm grey eyes. There was a moment that seemed to Harry to last hours, he was pulled back to earth when Hermione tugged on his robes for him to sit down. "Harry? Are you alright?" she had asked him when he'd finally sat down.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I didn't see for the rest of the night, where'd you go?"
"Oh, I uh."
"Malfoy?"
Harry pushed his plate away from himself. "Yeah Hermione," he said getting up.
"Alright there Harry?" Ron asked interrupting his conversation with Dean.
"I'll see you guys later." Harry told them trailing off as he walked away. Harry headed to his first class, potions. Professor Snape was the only one there except for a few Slytherins.
"Early today Potter?" Snape drawled.
Harry only nodded.
"In that case you can start copying out the ingredients on the board." Snape turned back to his desk and stalked away. Harry began to copy down the ingredients as other students began to arrive.
"Don't get to comfortable, I've made special seating arrangements for today's potion," Snape announced when everyone had arrived. "You'll paired in twos. Mr. Weasly and Ms. Parkinson, you two will be paired together. Ms. Granger and Mr. Goyle, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy." Snape's voice melted away.
"Fuck," Harry cursed silently. He snapped back to reality when Draco dropped his glasses in front of him. They sat facing up at him, the lens back in its rightful place.
"You forgot them last night," Draco said placing his books down on to the bench.
"Uh.thanks"
"Listen Harry," Draco said in a whisper. "Forget about last night, I didn't say anything."
Harry looked up at him for the first time since breakfast. Draco was serious, the happiness he held so brightly from the day before was gone. He was Malfoy again. That's what Harry wanted wasn't it? For things to be the same way they were before yesterday, back to Draco trying to get a kick out of Harry's mishap. That was it wasn't it, but there was something that Harry felt like never before.
Draco glanced over at Harry. He was staring at him, the little lightning bolt scar barley showing from under Harry's messy mop of brown hair. Draco started to smile but looked away quickly. There was something there; it was in that smile, it was that same thing that was there the day before. Harry didn't exactly know what it was but it was there for a moment.
The two didn't speak for the rest of the class, not even on the quidditch field, when once again their teams had the same spot booked for practice. The two teams only ended up practicing with each other, Gryffindors on one end and Slytherins at the other. Occasionally the players from one another's teams would fly onto the others half of the field but that was all.
Harry didn't bother heading in when everyone else did, instead he kept zigzagging around the field high up in the air. Finally when he'd grown tired of the constant circles he made around the air of the field, he dropped down to the ground and head up to the castle. He had no intention of showering in the change rooms but instead went to the 2nd floor where at the very end of the hall stood a lone wooden door. The very same door Harry had hid behind the morning before.
Cautiously, he had made his way down to it. Pulled it open, and to his relief no one or anything stood inside. He went inside securely closing the door behind him. Quickly he changed out of his clothes, and grabbed a towel from the rack, making sure it was a full sized one this time. He head into the showers and there he stood knee throbbing (now not only from his fall but from quidditch practice too) and the warm water running over his skin.
Well as always I don't own Harry Potter (although I can't say much for that mighty sexy Draco!! Roww!!) or any other characters and so on and so on.
Chapter 4: Tsunami
Harry didn't bother going back into the castle, his head was about to over load. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn't thinking at all. Harry had stumbled into the Forbidden Forest, only to end up falling face first into a puddle of mud. He rolled over and whipped the mud out of his eyes. His glasses poked him in the back; he pulled them out from underneath himself.
One of the lenses popped. He threw them into the mud and stood up. Harry sat down again onto a rotting log near by. He held his head in his hands, mud smearing into his hair and on his forehead. He felt like a bloody git for believe Malfoy, it was all a big joke. Something new that Malfoy could get a kick from. All a joke.it was.wasn't it? Malfoy was kissing Pansy but why would he have acted the way he did? What about himself? Was he really gay, did he like Draco? If he didn't than what the hell was he doing with Malfoy by that tree!
Before Harry could concoct some answer to the endless questions screaming at him inside his head, he was interrupted by the crack of a twig.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked finally looking up at Draco. Draco's hair had fallen into his face again, and one of his cheeks was redder than the other.
"Now listen here Potter! Don't act like you know what actually happened-"
"What you and Pansy sucking face?"
"You actually think I enjoyed that!"
"Looked to me like you did!" Harry said fiercely.
"Well I didn't! I'd rather snog a horse before I'd actually enjoy kissing that toad!" Draco yelled at Harry.
"Then why were you kissing?" Harry asked the rage still in his voice.
"She came on to me Potter."
Harry paused for a moment and then asked, "Why are you doing this to me Draco?"
"Doing what?" he asked confused by Harry's question.
"Why are you.acting this way?" Harry asked but went on when he saw that Draco was still lost by his questions. "Why'd you kiss me Draco? Why did you get me to ask you to the ball? Why?"
Draco was silent, his eyes dropping to his feet. He looked up again, looking Harry in the eyes. "It's because.I like you Harry."
Harry was lost for words. He didn't know how to respond to Draco's answer.
Before he could stop himself, he got up and stepped towards Draco. Their faces inches apart.
"Harry?" Draco said raising an eye brow at the brunette's actions. He didn't say anything but leaned towards the other boy. Their lips brushing against each other. Harry suddenly pulled back.
"I can't." he told Draco. Harry pushed past him and disappeared out of the forest and up the hill.
Draco sighed as he crouched down to pull Harry's glasses out of the mud.
"He's going to needed these some time."
* * *
Pansy hid behind a tree as a Harry came rushing past. She grinned to herself.
"So that's how it is," she whispered. "Oh this is good. You'll regret turning me down Malfoy, oh you will."
* * *
Harry pushed the doors to the showers open the next evening. He walked over to a shower, his right knee sore from his fall in the Forbidden Forest. He'd tried to avoid Draco all day and had been all but successful. Upon returning to the castle the night before Harry had discovered quite badly that he was missing his glasses. Luckily he had found his way back to the common room and was able to dig up his old pair of glasses. They were a bit blurry but to Harry they would do.
The next morning Harry made his way down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. As he entered, Harry urged himself not to glance over at the Slytherin table. At the last moment before he sat down, his eyes wondered, they met with those warm grey eyes. There was a moment that seemed to Harry to last hours, he was pulled back to earth when Hermione tugged on his robes for him to sit down. "Harry? Are you alright?" she had asked him when he'd finally sat down.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I didn't see for the rest of the night, where'd you go?"
"Oh, I uh."
"Malfoy?"
Harry pushed his plate away from himself. "Yeah Hermione," he said getting up.
"Alright there Harry?" Ron asked interrupting his conversation with Dean.
"I'll see you guys later." Harry told them trailing off as he walked away. Harry headed to his first class, potions. Professor Snape was the only one there except for a few Slytherins.
"Early today Potter?" Snape drawled.
Harry only nodded.
"In that case you can start copying out the ingredients on the board." Snape turned back to his desk and stalked away. Harry began to copy down the ingredients as other students began to arrive.
"Don't get to comfortable, I've made special seating arrangements for today's potion," Snape announced when everyone had arrived. "You'll paired in twos. Mr. Weasly and Ms. Parkinson, you two will be paired together. Ms. Granger and Mr. Goyle, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy." Snape's voice melted away.
"Fuck," Harry cursed silently. He snapped back to reality when Draco dropped his glasses in front of him. They sat facing up at him, the lens back in its rightful place.
"You forgot them last night," Draco said placing his books down on to the bench.
"Uh.thanks"
"Listen Harry," Draco said in a whisper. "Forget about last night, I didn't say anything."
Harry looked up at him for the first time since breakfast. Draco was serious, the happiness he held so brightly from the day before was gone. He was Malfoy again. That's what Harry wanted wasn't it? For things to be the same way they were before yesterday, back to Draco trying to get a kick out of Harry's mishap. That was it wasn't it, but there was something that Harry felt like never before.
Draco glanced over at Harry. He was staring at him, the little lightning bolt scar barley showing from under Harry's messy mop of brown hair. Draco started to smile but looked away quickly. There was something there; it was in that smile, it was that same thing that was there the day before. Harry didn't exactly know what it was but it was there for a moment.
The two didn't speak for the rest of the class, not even on the quidditch field, when once again their teams had the same spot booked for practice. The two teams only ended up practicing with each other, Gryffindors on one end and Slytherins at the other. Occasionally the players from one another's teams would fly onto the others half of the field but that was all.
Harry didn't bother heading in when everyone else did, instead he kept zigzagging around the field high up in the air. Finally when he'd grown tired of the constant circles he made around the air of the field, he dropped down to the ground and head up to the castle. He had no intention of showering in the change rooms but instead went to the 2nd floor where at the very end of the hall stood a lone wooden door. The very same door Harry had hid behind the morning before.
Cautiously, he had made his way down to it. Pulled it open, and to his relief no one or anything stood inside. He went inside securely closing the door behind him. Quickly he changed out of his clothes, and grabbed a towel from the rack, making sure it was a full sized one this time. He head into the showers and there he stood knee throbbing (now not only from his fall but from quidditch practice too) and the warm water running over his skin.