A/N: I am so sorry that it's taken me such a long time to get this next chapter. First of all I didn't know where I wanted to take the story and then when I finally decided I had no time to type it. I have just finished my final exams, moved to a different city and started University so things have been hectic. But, finally chapter two is here. I hope again you will read and review because your feedback is important. As you can see I listened to previous comments and have put paragraphs in this chapter. So thank you and I hope you enjoy.
"And take me to another land where I don't have to stay"
- Meatloaf (For Crying Out Loud)
"I'm glad I wasn't part of the problem" My voice is barely audible through the chilling night. "Perhaps I can be part of the solution" With that i lean towards him and brush my lips against his. For a brief moment I am in heaven, I can feel the softness of his lips, feel that his body although still shaky is starting to calm. I am not sure of the time that is passing but I feel it is time to pull away. I remove my lips from his and slowly sit back. I squeeze my eyes shut in the faint hope that it will make this all fade away. That perhaps if I can't see his reaction then I can't be hurt by it. And then the night is still, there is not a sound, not even a faint murmur of a breeze through the forest. Until something, out of the night comes to my ears. It is Draco, whispering to me. "Harry..."
I can take this no longer. Without looking at his ashen face I stand, turn and run full speed down the steps leading away from this balcony on which we stand. I pray through this flight that he does not follow me, but my prayers are either not heard or not answered and I hear his footsteps echoing on the stairs behind me. His voice is shakily calling for me to stop, to return. "Please Harry, don't run from this" But I can't stop, now with tears streaming from my saddened eyes I can not even look back at my pursuer for the fear that he will ridicule me. So instead I maintain my speed, finally exiting the stairwell and heading off down a usually unused passageway. To my dismay the following footsteps do not once slow their pace, not once shy away from our chase. As I start to tire I wonder what will happen when he catches me. Will he laugh at me for kissing his precious lips or will he be angered that I would think he would want such a thing. My face falls as I realise I can keep this rapidity no longer. A faint glimmer of hope arises deep within me as I realise that these halls look familiar and I realise that the Gryffindor common room is just around the corner. Just a few more moments must I keep on running. I round the final corner and see the fat lady who I have never been happier to see in my life. I silently say the password "bertie botts" and the portrait swings forward without a sound. I rush inside and turn just in time to see Draco arriving at the closing porthole. I do not understand his face, is it sadness, no it couldn't be, I will not let that thought manifest itself any further.
With a deep intake of breath to calm my failing nerves I turn and head into the Gryffindor common room. A brilliant flash goes off before my eyes and I wonder what has happened. "Hi Harry!" Colin Creevey is standing looking up at my tear stained face. "Wow! A sad snap of you Harry, now how about a surprised look?" I push past him and begin to run once more. Where is it that I can go when I need to be alone? Is there anywhere that the boy-who-lived may hide? The fear of Draco still waiting outside means that I only have my dorm to go to and once again I find myself praying for something, praying that Ron, Dean and Seamus are already asleep at this late hour. I take the stairs two at a time and finally I swing the door silently open. The dorm room is dark and I can hear only peaceful snoring coming from the other three beds.
I crawl into my own bed without undressing and pull my covers up as far as they can come. I close my eyes tight, trying to block out the nights events but in the darkness behind my lids all I see is Draco as the portrait of the fat lady swang shut. The incomprehensible look that adorned his white face. I can tell with just this one image burned into my head that it will be a long and trying night. For my mind is jumping through the mounds of questions that I have, the questions that will perhaps never be answered or possibly do not have an answer at all.
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