Chapter Twelve
A/N: Hello all, I'm doing the A/N before the story this time because I would like to say something to one of my reviewers.
AllyKat1: Thank you for your point of view on the situation of the last chapter, but I disagree. That was noble of you to sit it out on your own, but you must consider that Harry has been through so much and THAT would just break his heart. And at first he only told them because Draco and Hermione wanted him to, and he didn't want Draco to get upset with him again, but when he saw the reaction of the room, he was hurt. I did mention that he was planning on moving out that evening anyway, no matter what their reaction was. And I do agree that he would have been happy with Tonks, but I forgot to mention that.
Also, the thing you said about Mrs. Weasley makes sense, but don't you think she would be a bit shocked? I know I would if I were her.. Not that I have anything against homosexuality, just finding out about it right when they were about to move in together would be rather. unfair and. well, mean!
Again, thank you for your point of view on it, I just had to state mine more clearly.
Chapter Twelve
"Draco?"
"What?" Draco grumbled, rolling over in the bed.
"Did you say that first package came with a letter?" Harry asked sheepishly.
"Yeah, why?"
"I just wanted to read it," Harry muttered. "See if they say why they sent - an empty box."
"It's on the dresser," Draco mumbled, rolling over again. His face was now covered with the pillow.
Harry waited a moment, until he could hear Draco's soft snores again, before he crept out of bed and pulled the letter off the dresser.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small ring holder before making his way out of the bedroom. He tip-toed down the spiral staircase to the dark study, where he could be alone.
"Lumos," he muttered, pulling out his wand. The room lit up in a dim light.
Harry sat down on the nearest couch and opened the letter quietly, trying not to ruffle the paper too much. He didn't want to make the slightest sound - if Draco woke up, he could easily read the letter over his shoulder.
He unfolded the letter slowly and scanned it quickly.
Harry,
These rings belonged to your parents. Please use them wisely, and let Draco know how much he means to you.
"What the. . .?" he murmured after he reread the letter several times. He still had no idea who sent it, and now he was only filled with more questions.
'Jesus,' he thought, turning the paper over. 'The last thing I need - presents that could VERY well be fake and dangerous!'
There was a thump from behind him, and someone sighed.
"Harry, come back to bed. It's only one!"
"I'm not tired, love," Harry muttered, turning to face Draco, who had wrapped himself in the bed sheets.
"What's that?" Draco asked, walking towards Harry slowly.
"Uh - nothing. Nothing important," Harry smiled, grabbing Draco's hand as he stuffed the letter into the pocket of his pajamas. "You should go back to sleep, love. You must be tired."
"I can't sleep too well without you anymore," Draco pouted, sitting down on Harry's lap.
Harry smiled and leaned into Draco, nibbling at the protruding lip. Draco whimpered slightly, closing his eyes.
"What was that?" Draco repeated, pulling back reluctantly.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"The thing you put in your pocket," Draco sighed, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just a letter, Dray," Harry smiled. "Nothing to worry about, really. It was just one of the letters we got."
"From. . .?"
"Didn't say," Harry said truthfully. "It didn't have a name on it, or a return address, which I find very odd. . ."
"Can I see it?" Draco asked, holding out his hand. Harry shook his head. "Why not?!"
"Because I don't want you to read it," Harry replied flatly. It's not something you need to know about."
"Why won't you tell me?" Draco asked seriously, climbing off Harry's lap. "Why are you keeping this secret from me? What's the big deal about?!"
Harry bit his lip. How was he supposed to get out of this one?
"You wouldn't understand, Draco," he said pleadingly. "Hell, I barely understand it! I just don't need to complicate this even more!"
"It wouldn't be complicating it!" Draco protested. "Whatever it is!"
"You wouldn't know, you -"
"Harry, we're supposed to be open with each other! If it's that big of a deal to you, then why won't you tell me?!" Draco cut across, looking hurt.
Harry sighed. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to tell Draco about the rings - it was something Draco couldn't understand about him.
"Can we talk about this in the morning?" Harry asked quietly. "We both need to calm down a bit, let's just save this until we're feeling better."
"Fine!" Draco huffed, turning and starting for the door. Harry was about to follow him when Draco whipped around and hissed, "Don't bother coming back to bed, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"
'Great,' Harry thought as Draco stormed up the stairs. 'We're acting like a married couple. I don't see why he's so upset - it's not like I'm cheating on him or anything!'
Harry let out a low hiss and stretched out on the comfortable couch. At least their furniture was cozy; he could actually stand to spend one night on the couch.
"Jesus," he whispered, looking at the spiral staircase. "What the Hell is his problem?!"
***
Draco awoke slowly the next morning, his eyes blurry with sleep. He rolled over, expecting to see Harry smiling down at him, but was met with an empty space.
Suddenly, everything from the previous night flooded back into his mind - and his temper automatically shot up. Harry was keeping things from him, things that he should hve been open with..
He climbed out of bed quickly and pulled on the same clothes he had worn the day before, in too much of a hurry to pick out clean ones. He rushed to the door, where he was met with a letter hanging on the doorknob.
Draco,
I went to the Order Headquarters to talk to Hermione. Please don't get mad, I just need to talk to her about something.
I'm sorry about last night, but this is something you couldn't understand. Maybe soon I'll explain, but not yet.
Love,
Harry
Draco sighed. The anger seemed to be drained from him as he read over the letter. Harry would explain eventually; all Draco had to do was give him some time.
A/N: Hello all, I'm doing the A/N before the story this time because I would like to say something to one of my reviewers.
AllyKat1: Thank you for your point of view on the situation of the last chapter, but I disagree. That was noble of you to sit it out on your own, but you must consider that Harry has been through so much and THAT would just break his heart. And at first he only told them because Draco and Hermione wanted him to, and he didn't want Draco to get upset with him again, but when he saw the reaction of the room, he was hurt. I did mention that he was planning on moving out that evening anyway, no matter what their reaction was. And I do agree that he would have been happy with Tonks, but I forgot to mention that.
Also, the thing you said about Mrs. Weasley makes sense, but don't you think she would be a bit shocked? I know I would if I were her.. Not that I have anything against homosexuality, just finding out about it right when they were about to move in together would be rather. unfair and. well, mean!
Again, thank you for your point of view on it, I just had to state mine more clearly.
Chapter Twelve
"Draco?"
"What?" Draco grumbled, rolling over in the bed.
"Did you say that first package came with a letter?" Harry asked sheepishly.
"Yeah, why?"
"I just wanted to read it," Harry muttered. "See if they say why they sent - an empty box."
"It's on the dresser," Draco mumbled, rolling over again. His face was now covered with the pillow.
Harry waited a moment, until he could hear Draco's soft snores again, before he crept out of bed and pulled the letter off the dresser.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small ring holder before making his way out of the bedroom. He tip-toed down the spiral staircase to the dark study, where he could be alone.
"Lumos," he muttered, pulling out his wand. The room lit up in a dim light.
Harry sat down on the nearest couch and opened the letter quietly, trying not to ruffle the paper too much. He didn't want to make the slightest sound - if Draco woke up, he could easily read the letter over his shoulder.
He unfolded the letter slowly and scanned it quickly.
Harry,
These rings belonged to your parents. Please use them wisely, and let Draco know how much he means to you.
"What the. . .?" he murmured after he reread the letter several times. He still had no idea who sent it, and now he was only filled with more questions.
'Jesus,' he thought, turning the paper over. 'The last thing I need - presents that could VERY well be fake and dangerous!'
There was a thump from behind him, and someone sighed.
"Harry, come back to bed. It's only one!"
"I'm not tired, love," Harry muttered, turning to face Draco, who had wrapped himself in the bed sheets.
"What's that?" Draco asked, walking towards Harry slowly.
"Uh - nothing. Nothing important," Harry smiled, grabbing Draco's hand as he stuffed the letter into the pocket of his pajamas. "You should go back to sleep, love. You must be tired."
"I can't sleep too well without you anymore," Draco pouted, sitting down on Harry's lap.
Harry smiled and leaned into Draco, nibbling at the protruding lip. Draco whimpered slightly, closing his eyes.
"What was that?" Draco repeated, pulling back reluctantly.
"What?" Harry asked, confused.
"The thing you put in your pocket," Draco sighed, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just a letter, Dray," Harry smiled. "Nothing to worry about, really. It was just one of the letters we got."
"From. . .?"
"Didn't say," Harry said truthfully. "It didn't have a name on it, or a return address, which I find very odd. . ."
"Can I see it?" Draco asked, holding out his hand. Harry shook his head. "Why not?!"
"Because I don't want you to read it," Harry replied flatly. It's not something you need to know about."
"Why won't you tell me?" Draco asked seriously, climbing off Harry's lap. "Why are you keeping this secret from me? What's the big deal about?!"
Harry bit his lip. How was he supposed to get out of this one?
"You wouldn't understand, Draco," he said pleadingly. "Hell, I barely understand it! I just don't need to complicate this even more!"
"It wouldn't be complicating it!" Draco protested. "Whatever it is!"
"You wouldn't know, you -"
"Harry, we're supposed to be open with each other! If it's that big of a deal to you, then why won't you tell me?!" Draco cut across, looking hurt.
Harry sighed. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to tell Draco about the rings - it was something Draco couldn't understand about him.
"Can we talk about this in the morning?" Harry asked quietly. "We both need to calm down a bit, let's just save this until we're feeling better."
"Fine!" Draco huffed, turning and starting for the door. Harry was about to follow him when Draco whipped around and hissed, "Don't bother coming back to bed, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"
'Great,' Harry thought as Draco stormed up the stairs. 'We're acting like a married couple. I don't see why he's so upset - it's not like I'm cheating on him or anything!'
Harry let out a low hiss and stretched out on the comfortable couch. At least their furniture was cozy; he could actually stand to spend one night on the couch.
"Jesus," he whispered, looking at the spiral staircase. "What the Hell is his problem?!"
***
Draco awoke slowly the next morning, his eyes blurry with sleep. He rolled over, expecting to see Harry smiling down at him, but was met with an empty space.
Suddenly, everything from the previous night flooded back into his mind - and his temper automatically shot up. Harry was keeping things from him, things that he should hve been open with..
He climbed out of bed quickly and pulled on the same clothes he had worn the day before, in too much of a hurry to pick out clean ones. He rushed to the door, where he was met with a letter hanging on the doorknob.
Draco,
I went to the Order Headquarters to talk to Hermione. Please don't get mad, I just need to talk to her about something.
I'm sorry about last night, but this is something you couldn't understand. Maybe soon I'll explain, but not yet.
Love,
Harry
Draco sighed. The anger seemed to be drained from him as he read over the letter. Harry would explain eventually; all Draco had to do was give him some time.