::squees:: Wowieness, yeah. Thankies for the reviews! This bit is er, rather boring, too much talking going on if you ask me. Also wrote a bit in there for my friend, Orion. On the pinkness of it all! Have fun, lemme know whatcha think.
"Wotcher, Harry!"
Harry suddenly grinned. It had been awhile since he last heard that, that was for sure. Instantly he relaxed. Shuffling a hand through his hair he looked around, trying to figure out just why the woman was at Hogwarts. Oh sure, the school had just been attacked, and Christmas was nearing, oh and lets not forget that Draco was killed. Hold on a second, was Tonks Draco's cousin? Of course! Now it made sense somewhat. However, the raven haired boy would have never pinned the two for being close nit. After all, Tonks was a halfblood – and well.
Then again...Harry was also a halfblood, and look where he and Draco had ended up. Harry snorted softly at himself, shaking his head. For a sixteen year old boy he sure was doing a lot of thinking.
"'Lo, Tonks," the boy grinned. "New hair style?"
"Of course," Tonks confirmed, flipping a bit of her hair, before giving the closet door one last kick. "All the Muggles are doing it! Gave me mum a bit of a shock though, Remus thought I was up to something," She finished, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So, Mr. Potter, what brings you down this er.... Corridor at this time of day?"
"Library," Harry said quickly, glancing down the hall behind him, even though the library was in front of him, "I have history homework I need to finish. You? I mean, what're you doing here, at Hogwarts?" Typical Harry, just shooting off questions like there was no end. However, he saw a faint frown begin to form on the woman's face as she shook her head, tuting him quietly with a shake of her finger.
"Sorry Harry, Order business. Top secret, can't tell a soul! You understand right? Ah, of course you do." Tonks said, laughing. Harry however groaned. Why was everything always top secret, didn't he ever get to know anything that was going on? Didn't seem that way, did it? Maybe it was for the best that he didn't know some of the things that the Order talked about. "Right," Harry began, shaking his head, his grin fading slowly. "I better get going. Homework and all-"
"Oh! Harry hold on, this-" Tonks strained, grabbing a hold of Harry's arm just as he was about to walk away. With a sly grin, that Harry had seen one to many times on Draco's face, she reached into her robes, pulling out what looked like a pink stuffed animal rabbit, and shoved it into Harry's arms. "This was Draco's. Thought you might want it then. Happy early Christmas!"
The boy had hold back the urge to burst out laughing right then and there as he stared down at the stuffed animal in his arms. Oh, had it really been Draco's? Too funny, Harry thought. Too, too funny. "Er, thanks, I guess." He said laughter clear in his voice. They stayed in the hall for a moment or two longer before they had each went on their separate ways. Well Harry anyway, Tonks stayed behind still trying to budge open that closet door. Honestly, what was she trying to do?
"Harry, what is that?"
"It's a...a Christmas present I got, I guess."
"That's very...interesting, Harry, really."
Harry scowled in a playful manner at Ginny as they entered the Gryffindor common room. The room was warmly lit due to the fire in the fireplace, and the few candle lamps around the room. Most of the occupants of the room were seated at tables, talking in low voices, most likely doing homework it seemed. Upon feeling a nudge in his side Harry watched as Ginny bounded off toward on of the few couches to where he saw Hermione and Ron where sitting.
Ron looked up first, but did a double take. Looking as if he'd just seen a ghost of some sort. Of course, his gaze was one nothing else but the pick rabbit in Harry's arms. Of course, he couldn't help himself. He laughed. His laughing had also been what had caused Hermione to look up, spotting Harry instantly, worry shone in her eyes. Harry just shrugged.
Throwing the rabbit at Ron the raven haired boy made his way over to his friends, his hands in his pockets. Once he had taken a seat in a chair, he looked at Ron, a frown placed on his face. "Back off Ron," Harry flakily whined. "It was a Christmas gift." Of course in saying this, Ron snickered.
"I knew that," The redhead said, slouching slightly, looking a bit sheepish. "It's just its pink!"
"I like it," Hermione said, looking at the rabbit that now lay on the floor. Ron snorted and she shot him a glare.
"Of course you like it, 'Mione." Ron said, rolling his eyes. "You're a girl."
Ginny and Harry both shot each other glances. The entire school knew about Hermione and Ron, it seemed, and the only two who were left clueless were Hermione and Ron. It was actually rather funny. But neither Ginny nor Harry pressed the matter at any point in time. The four of them sat around, just talking for what may have been an hour.
Grinning sheepishly, Harry stood, collecting the stuffed animal off of the floor. "Going to call it a night," he said through a yawn. "See you all in the morning."
"'Night, Harry!"
"See you!"
"Try and get some sleep, Harry, please-"
"Hermione!" Both the Weasley's groaned. Harry laughed, quickly making his way up to the boy's dormitories.
Once in the dormitory the raven haired boy took his time getting ready for bed. Though as he was pulling on his pajama top, a shiver ran down his spine, and he suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched. Once the top was pulled over his head, he glanced around the room, and shook his head. He was loosing it, really. Snorting softly he pulled on his bottoms and slowly crawled into his bed.
It didn't take long for the boy to sleep. Though, in the time he had spent awake in bed he had simply been thinking. When Hogwarts had been attacked, he had gone after a Death Eater, of course, in doing so, he'd been knocked out. What he didn't understand was how Draco died. He didn't remember even seeing Lucius there. Oh, these thoughts were quickly swept away as he was pulled into a deep sleep. If only it were a dreamless sleep.
"Can you tell me that you love me, and mean it, Malfoy?" Harry asked, turning back around, looking at Draco with a side ways glance. They had been standing outside for awhile, both bloodied up, no doubt both their knuckles hurting. Harry had to brush away a thin line of blood from his lip as he continued to stare at Draco.
The Slytherin boy just stared at the Gryffindor, his eyes starting to dart around looking for someway out of anwering the other boys question. Hell, it was hard for him as it was to have told Harry all but five minutes ago that he loved him. Now he was asking him if he could tell him that he loved him, meaning it? God, Potter was demanding!
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Do me a favor then."
"What?"
"Don't ever die for me, Malfoy."
