i'm so so sorry. please don't hate me. because of my school work i've had to extricate myself from the fanfiction world. and that's why i haven't been updating. so now, to make up for my not being around, i give you:
Chapter 3
Only was it when Draco found himself with a hefty report on Potions due after the coming weekend, did he realize what Hermione had done by giving him that poster.
"God damn you, Granger," he muttered. She had obviously done it on purpose.
Snape's report meant he would have to miss quidditch practice and spend his weekend in the library. As soon as he got there, he wasted no time and headed straight for the back where he knew all the books he needed would be. It's not like this would be a hard report. Just a lengthy one. Four feet long, to be exact. Who knew you could miss so much in two weeks?
He grabbed a couple books off the shelf and settled down at a nearby table. After about an hour or so he came to the part where he had to explain why Polyjuice Potions were made illegal. He realized that book was in the restricted section.
Being Head Boy though, this was no problem. He and Hermione were granted unlimited access to the restricted section, as sometimes Dumbledore would assign them small research tasks when he himself did not have the time. Scanning the shelves, he found Moste Potente Potions and grabbed it. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice, singing softly from the next aisle over. Draco cocked his head to the side so he could hear clearer.
"The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees. Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal. Will they come?" Holy shit, he thoughtWhoever it was, was singing David Bowie Draco would recognize that line anywhere. Feeling a bit silly, he sang the next line.
"I'll keep a friend serene," he replied. The person had been walking, but stopped after hearing Draco.
'Will they come?" the voice sang again. It was actually a nice voice. One he was sure he hadn't heard before. The person took a couple steps toward the end of the aisle.
"Oh baby come unto me," he sang back, smiling to himself. A kindred soul who shared the same love of David Bowie. How wonderful! Draco advanced as well.
"Will they come?" came the voice again. A few more steps.
"Well, she's come, been, and gone," he answered. Draco came closer to the end of the aisle. There was a pause before the person sang the next line. No doubt they found this as strange as Draco did. Though strange in a good way.
"Come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog," they sang.
"Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs," he finished, grinning hugely. Excitement was building up in his chest. Who could this possibly be? Not Granger. No, she can't sing.
"Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs," the person repeated, as the chorus did. At that moment they both came to the end of the aisle and met. The grin wiped itself off Draco's face.
"Potter?" he exclaimed incredulously. Harry took a step back, just as surprised.
"You like David Bowie?" Harry asked him with a raised brow.
"No Potter, I just enjoy exchanging lyrics of songs that I hate," he retorted sarcastically. "Of course I like him. I love him! He's a god! His music is bloody brilliant. The words are poetry and the guitar is hypnotizing. Why do you like him?"
"Same reasons as you. Plus, he's dead sexy," Harry replied. So, Potter fancied boys too? Wait. Why were they being totally honest with eachother? This was getting too weird.
"You know, this is really strange. So strange, I think we should just forget about it," he replied, glancing around them. No one had seen them. Good. "And not tell anyone," he added, before leaving quickly. Harry too was a little off center now.
Draco stared up at his ceiling, as the sex god played on in the background. Those moments in the library were probably the strangest ones he'd ever experienced. And that was saying a lot coming from him. His eyes closed. The next thing he was aware of was Hermione leading him down a Hogwarts corridor. She wouldn't tell him where she was taking him. Though he didn't think to ask. After awhile, they came to a door that was very insignificant looking. Draco wouldn't have given it a second's thought had he passed by it. He wondered what it held behind it and why Hermione had brought him there.
She opened the door and led him inside. There stood a man in the corner, though Draco couldn't make out his face because of all the shadows. But he could see the body. And god damn, it was nice. He wore black tights and a white ruffled shirt with lacy cuffs, covered by a purple coat that had silver tracing on it. Oh, come on out, let me see the face, please, Draco pleaded mentally.
And as if hearing his thoughts, the man stepped out. Draco gasped. He was absolutely gorgeous. Black hair short at the top and spiked, but looking feathery soft. Towards the bottom the hair was much longer. Some of it fell along the frame of his pointed face. But his eyes. Dear god. They were piercing with one being emerald green and the other a light grey. It sent delicious shivers down Draco's spine. They were outlined in black and had silver eye shadow reaching up to the very dramatic eyebrows. He held something sphere-shaped in his hand.
"I've brought you a gift," he said softly, raising his hand. His palm opened and on it lay a small round glass ball.
"What is it?" Draco found himself asking.
"It's a crystal, nothing more. But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams," he replied. His voice was so hypnotically sexy. Draco took the crystal from his hand. A jolt shot through him as his fingers brushed the man's hand. Draco looked into it, and all he saw was green.
Draco had had that dream Friday night. It was now Monday morning, and he had finished the potions essay. It had taken him all weekend and he didn't sleep after he had the dream, but it was done. Still, he feared that because of the dream, his attention span would be next to nothing. So far, he was right. He was at breakfast with his forehead resting on the table. Slytherins around him babbled grumpily about having to be up so early and what their next scheme would be. Every now and then Pansy's ultra high pitched nagging voice would float to his ears and the dream would vanish from his brain momentarily.
He sat like this for awhile, not noticing an owl sitting in front of him, looking very impatient. It finally began to peck at his hair and he sat up straight. Who would be sending me mail? he thought, seeing that the owl was one of the school's. The owl hooted and he finally untied the small piece of parchment attached to its leg.
Oh you pretty things…That was it.
"Oh…my…god…" he muttered slowly. There was only one person this could be from. What the fuck was Potter playing at? "I thought I told him not to ever mention it," he mumbled.
"Who is 'him', Drakey? Got a lover?" came Pansy's voice. Draco whimpered silently.
"Fuck off, Pansy," he snapped, and got up, leaving the Great Hall.