Chapter 7: A Means to an End
Harry picked up yet another 'Daily Prophet'. This one wasn't the first… or the second… or the third. He turned to the page where headlines about Harry and Draco were spread into every corner. There were even moving pictures when Harry got up to leave and when Draco declared his love to Ginny. Ginny was even on the page. He put the paper down for the… seventh time today and groaned. He thought about what happenend that night, replaying everything in his head. Did Draco still love him? Really, Did he really love him? What did Harry feel about Draco? He picked up some parchment and a quill and sat down at his desk. The fluff from the red lounge chair covered him. He missed coming home and seeing Draco sitting there reading or writing or even just looking at himself. He had this undying urge to see him.
Draco,
I am really sorry about what happened the other night. I didn't want the publicity on us at all. When you touched me, it brought back so many good memories. So many that I didn't want to believe that you still loved me. I don't want to be let down again. It hurts so much. Why didn't you return my letters? I spent months worrying what I was going to do with myself. I would rather die than go through this pain again.
I want to give you one last chance.
Tomorrow night, If you still love me, meet me at the lake near Hogwarts for a talk
If you don't come, I don't want to hear from you ever again. I am not going through the pain you caused me again.
Meet me at the bend in the lake at 10 o'clock.
Harry.
Draco read the letter over and over. He wanted to get every detail right. How could he be so stupid to dump Harry? That's why it was all like this. He couldn't wait to see Harry again. He couldn't wait to smell Harry's scent of raspberries and rum and run his hands through Harry's brown, soft hair. He loved Harry and he wasn't going to ruin his last chance to be with him.
He ran down the road and bought a few things. One thing came in a very small box with a bright red ribbon. This one was for Harry.
Draco got ready in a rush. In 4 hours (that made it 6 o'clock) he was going to see the love of his life. He didn't know what he was going to do. He had the butterflies and jitters and goosebumps and goosebumps on goosebumps.