I'm sorry if this isn't so long as you would like, but I'm not good at writing weary long chapters. They have to stop where they seem to stop naturally you know. And yeah, I write so bloody long authors note thingy cause I really want my story to have more than 5000 words, cause none search for a story with fewer words.
The quote is from 'the apparition' by Iron Maiden
WOULD YOU MIND
'Live your life with a passion
everything you do, do well
you only get out of life what you put in
In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
If you want an straight answer
Go look for one…'Draco had just gotten into the tower when a terrible sight met him.
Blood, all over the place.
And in the window, a pale Harry, almost falling out the window.
"HARRY!" He rushed over to him, and got a hold of him Just as he passed out. He almost fell out himself, but then he managed to drag Harry back inn.
"Jeez. There's so much blood. Harry what have you done to yourself?" Draco asked in despair.
He put a healing spell on Harry's wrists and hoped that it was not to late. He wished that he knew more spells, and then it came to him;
"Regenera Hemoglobus" He pointed his wand at Harry's heart.
He was glad he had learned that spell to regenerate blood. Now all he could do was wait.
Harry slowly woke up. He saw a bright light surrounding what must have been an angel. His hair was in so bright silver that his eyes hurt.
"I'm I in heaven? I'm not worthy of heaven!" Harry seemed confused. The light seemed a little less bright now he slowly got used to it. He heard a sweet laughter, sweet as honey and full of relives. It sounded like…
"You sound like one I used to know. I truly loved him you know…"
"Harry. You're not in heaven." Slowly Draco came into Harry's vision. He had tears in his eyes, and now he was wiping them away.
"Draco? Now I KNOW I'm in heaven." He smiled weakly.
"Your not dead Harry!" Draco smiled softly at him.
"I'm not? But why am I here? I killed myself. I made sure that no one could save me!"
"But I did. Here, take this potion." He handed over a healing-potion. Harry drank it, and then he immediately felt better.
"Draco?" He said.
"Yes, it's me!" Harry started to look really confused.
"Why are you here? You hate me!"
"No I don't, not really." He shoved away a strand of silver hair that kept falling into his eyes.
"Why?" Harry started too feel like the whole world had gone mad.
"Because…I didn't think you liked me." He looked sad when he said that. "Guess I was wrong."
"You mean you…you LIKE me?" Harry's eyes started to fill up with hope. They where so very green. Now that they where slowly filling up with life again, they shone like twin stars.
"Yes…I just thought you where trying some new plot. I didn't know it was for real. I guess it's hard to believe that someone would want me. The real me, and not my name or my money. I guess." He slimed weakly.
"But I do! I really do!" Harry looked shocked that Draco could even think that he wanted him for those things.
"I know Harry. I just never had any one caring for ME. I didn't believe it could ever happened." Draco said, smiling apologizing.
Harry was slowly getting better as they talked trough the night. When the morning crept upon them, they decided to go to bed, so that no one would notice that they had been gone.
Harry turned to leave, and was just about to open the door…
"Harry, wait!" Draco grabbed him and gave him a long sweet kiss. Harry could feel himself go weak in his knees, and put his arm around Draco's neck, just to keep himself from falling over.
With his tongue Draco begging for entry that Harry willingly allowed. The kiss only lasted minutes, but it seemed like hours. Only when they needed air did they finally stop.
Harry where breathless, as was Draco. Draco was the first to come to his senses.
"Tomorrow, midnight. Same place!" He said and slipped out the door, leaving a stunned Harry behind.
'He is so damn arrogant! He thinks he can order me around!'
'But he can you know, and you like it.' Another part of his mind said. And he had to agree with that one. He did love that Draco never treated him like he was someone special because of his scar.
"Let him order me around! See what I care! Damn, I am in so deep shit." He was in love with his enemy for years, and was loved back, at least liked back. Draco never said 'love' did he!
What would his friends say? Fuck the world, but his friends? He didn't even know if they where his friends anymore.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." He swore at every step back to the Gryffindor Tower. He was in SO deep shit!
But he couldn't just give it up. It was his dream for quite a while. 'I am so fucked!"
What about Voldermort, he could use this against Harry. And Draco would be hurt.
He went to bed without a solution, and the question, 'What the fuck am I going to tell Ron and Hermione!' on his mind.
Hope you enjoyed it, cause it might be more than a two or tree days to update from here, sorry, but I have used up my plot and have to just think a bit harder from here.
Warning; future chapters will contain lots of butterbear and karaoke-nights at Tree Broomsticks.
I will keep my promise of updating at least once a month thou…