A/N: all ur positive reviews make me all fuzzy inside! (glomps u all)
Er… and now for the embarrassing things… I forgot to mention that the Weasley's and co. were ready with shopping and they all we're now at Grimmauld place… (hides under bed) thank you noali for being enough confused to point it out :D
And whaddya mean by trigun fan? O.o yes, I do like Trigun, even tho I've only read two volumes of the manga and seen some clips from the anime… er…mind explaining? (goes back to chap 2, takes one look at the name of the chap and bangs head against keyboard ogksdrftpjhflgfghlsr) oooooooooooooooh… xD (slaps forehead) whahahahahahahahahaha, yes ur right, the name Knives was actually taken from Vash's maniac bro :D I thought the name was cool so yah… xD
I'm dedicating this chap to three ppl this time :D
First: Lain-Iris, as always. Hon, I'm always so happy that u keep on beta-ing! (glomps u)
Second: noali, for being so observant:D and giving me a chance to laugh at me own slowness xD
Third: oboetta'srevenge! For being such a bitch, only flaming me cuz she herself is a homophobe! (oh, yes, I'm sick… in both ways actually, had to stay home for four days, cuz I was puking me guts out :D and yes, I'm sick in me head too… 'nuff said :D ) She called me a sick pervert! xD yes, I'm a sick (as I mentioned earlier) pervert. Sue me. Thanx for the flame, btw. I got some real yummy noddles from that one :D
Oh, a last note. Any of u other readers who agree to this sentence can get the hell outta here:
'Why in the name of all that is holy would you write slash? It's just WRONG! IT'S NOT RIGHT!'
Say that to the rest of the gay population, and guess what happens. :D why is it wrong? Any of u guys think it's wrong? xD didn't think so…
(shrug) whatever…
on with the fic!
Chapter 7It was already eight o'clock and no one had seen 'Michael' that day. Harry was about to have an emotional breakdown, even though he couldn't understand how he could have gotten so close to Draco already. The whole Weasley family and Hermione had helped seeking for the boy, but no one had found anything.
Knives was perched on Harry's shoulder, as restless as he was. Knives wasn't used to something like this. It hadn't happened before.
And as the clock was nearing 9 pm the group gathered in the living room. Hermione spoke up.
"Okay. Where have we not checked yet?" She looked sternly at the others, waiting for an answer.
"We have checked everywhere he could be. There's no possibility that he could lock a door after him and-" Harry said, only to be cut off by Hermione.
"That's it. Somehow he got himself locked up somewhere. He hasn't got a wand, so it couldn't be intentionally. We just got to open up all the locked doors now."
Nobody said anything.
"Erm… Hermione? How could he have locked himself up without a wand? I know these doors haven't got a muggle lock." Harry spoke hesitantly. "It was after all, a pureblood house."
Hermione waved him off with a hand.
"I know, I know, but I think I recall something Sirius said about the doors. He said… some of the doors had automatic locks on them, if you closed them properly. And something about soundproof too."
Harry and the rest gaped.
"Why would he do something like that?"
"Well, to be honest, I don't know. I'm not psychic, you know. I don't know how Sirius' brain works… worked."
There was an awkward silence after Hermione had spoken. No one had yet mentioned that Sirius was dead, and they didn't know how Harry would take it.
Harry had frozen for a couple of seconds, but he quickly willed the sadness away. This wasn't the time to be depressed.
His hero instincts kicked in completely again and he looked up.
"Okay! Let's go!" And then he stalked away, pulling the door handles as he went, looking for a locked door.
Hermione smiled slightly.
"Looks like he's making progress. Let's go find Michael now."
The others nodded and followed Harry.
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Draco was about to panic. It went slowly but as more time passed, his veela senses began to take over.
'My mate has abandoned me!' thought a part of him, while the other part was saying that that was bull.
But it looked like the hysterical part was winning.
He had been there for what? 5 hours? He could feel his sensibility slipping away…
'He hasn't come looking for me.'
'He has forgotten about me…'
'He probably has someone else…'
'He probably isn't gay…'
'He doesn't like me…'
'He hates me!'
And not able to stop himself, Draco started to cry, drawing his knees to his chest, rocking silently back and forth, his human side already too far away.
XXxxx
And that was how Harry found him, 30 minutes later.
Quickly going down on his knees, he hugged the other boy, without even realising it. He listened to the murmurs of the boy.
"He hates me… he hates me he hates me he hates me he hates me…."
Harry felt the sympathy for the other boy well up inside him and he whispered back quietly, trying to soothe the boy.
"I'm sure he doesn't hate you… he doesn't hate you… I'm so sorry we didn't find you earlier… I'm so sorry… so sorry…"
A pair of arms grabbed Harry's shoulders, crushing him against the smaller body. Harry continued whispering how sorry he was and after a while Draco quieted down a little.
Draco murmured something, head buried in Harry's shoulder.
"What did you say?" Harry said softly.
"…Promise you won't leave me."
Harry closed his eyes and stroked Draco's back soothingly.
"I won't leave you. Ever." Harry took Draco's head in his hands, making him look in Harry's direction, even though Harry knew Draco wouldn't see anything.
"I promise."
Almost immediately after Harry had said that, Draco closed his eyes and let his exhaustion take over.
The last thought Draco had was:
'I saw something…'
A/N: err… short. (hides) so sorry for the shortness! It just seemed like a good place to stop! I will update asap. Now I'll send this to me beta. Ciao…