IMPOSSIBLE

Chapter Five

Dumbledore's Secret

Draco Malfoy was skipping. Skipping and smiling. Skipping and smiling and singing. It couldn't be. All through the halls students stopped and dropped their books and gaped. His hair tossing, his legs leaping, his voice getting higher and higher with every note.

I had never been happier.

Edward Cullen.

How I loved that boy.

"And that's how you stuff a CA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AT!" I finished happily, sliding across the landing with my arms spread wide. That is, until the hand of Professor McGonagall shot out from nowhere and stopped me in my tracks.

"Mr. Malfoy," she said, her lips a thin line of sternliness. "Can you explain to me where you have been for the last hour and forty-one minutes?"

Actually, Professor, I was snogging the boy of my dreams.

"Erh…"

"I was told that you were in Hogsmeade."

I felt my cheeks heat up and automatically stood up straighter.

"Who told you that?"

Professor McGonagall glared at me.

"That is none of your business, Mr. Malfoy. But since you seem so unwilling to tell me what you were doing off school grounds without permission, I have no choice but to take you to Professor Dumbledore. Maybe he can get something out of you." I sighed to myself, but on my In Trouble face and grudgingly follow the transfiguration professor to the headmaster's office.

"Come in," came the old man's voice from the other side of the door, and Professor McGonagall swung it open and stepped aside to let me in.

"Hello Draco," Dumbledore smiled at me. I frowned and glared. "How are you?"

Don't be nice to me! I'm plotting your death!

"Fine," I said bitterly, my eyebrows raised in contempt.

"Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Malfoy has been absent from school grounds for an hour and forty-one minutes! I was informed that he was in Hogsmeade!"

Dumbledore nodded and looked at me with his annoyingly blue eyes, a smile twitching at his lips.

"I see," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Minerva, I will take it from here." Professor McGonagall nodded and left, leaving Dumbledore and I to our unofficial staring contest. For a moment we just looked at each other, and then the headmaster broke his gaze and opened a round china tin.

"Turkish Delight?" he offered, putting a few pieces of powdered, rosy sweets onto a silk handkerchief and straightening on his desk. He put the tips of his fingers together and propped his elbows on the smooth wood. "Well." Bitterly I watched him. What did he want with me?

"Have a seat."

I did as I was told, feeling my good mood shrink to the back of my mind with the speed of a Flaming Tortormingo.

"Would you like to tell me what you were doing off school grounds?"

I stared at him flatly.

"Apparently not," His eyes continued to twinkle, winking at me knowingly, over the top of his half-moon spectacles. "Well, Draco. I know you were in Hogsmeade."

I felt my back stiffen.

"And I know what you were doing."

"What was I doing, then?" I snapped. He smiled sort of sadly and dusted his hands on his robes.

"Would you like to know a secret, Draco?"

If it's not 'I'm in love with a male vampire' then I really couldn't care.

Dumbledore smiled and stood from his chair, pacing slowly in front of me.

"When I was a much younger man, not much older than yourself, I was very good friends with a man named Grindewald."

I felt my eyes bulge with surprise. Grindewald, the evil wizard Dumbledore defeated and imprisoned!?

"To be honest with you, I was in love with him."

And then the jaw dropped. Slowly, it fell, and my head lowered and I stared at Dumbledore like I had never seen him before. He stopped his pacing and smiled at me.

"Secrets are a funny thing. Sometimes, the most unlikely of people are the ones you share them with."

"You – you were in love with Grindewald?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Unfortunately homosexuality was greatly frowned upon in my day."

I looked at my hands, my brain a mess of confusion and surprise. Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of all time, gay? Just as I was.

"You may go, Draco," Dumbledore said. My head snapped up to meet his gaze, and suddenly his twinkling eyes didn't bother me. Instead they saddened me. "But try not to wander off." I nodded and dazedly stood, walking toward the door.

"And Draco,"

I turned around to face the man I knew I was destined to kill.

"He truly was very handsome."

I smirked to myself as I left.

I know he is.

I woke up and stretched out across my bed. Through the silken green curtains silver light shone through, an unmistakeable telling that it was day. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, pulling aside the curtains and wincing as the light hit my face. I grabbed my pocket watch off the chest of drawers. Nearly 10:30. There was no point of going to classes until after lunch, now, so I pulled on a white button-up and was about to put on jeans when I noticed I had apparently fallen asleep in yesterday's. Drowsily I searched through all my pockets and finally found Thingamabob. I peered down at it and finally managed to get it to do what I wanted.

"Hello?" said a voice from it, very faint. I pressed it to my ear awkwardly.

"Ed?"

"Hey Draco!"

"Room of Requirement?"

"I'll meet you there."

I walked across the empty dormitory and into the washroom. I looked, in a sense, hilarious. Standing in wrinkled jeans and an un-buttoned white shirt, my hair, to be frank, a mess, and my eyes still half-asleep looking. I looked at my reflection for a moment, before tilting my head back and laughing. Grinning to myself, I bounced out of the loo, grabbed my cloak, shoes, and wand and bounded down the hall and into the Room of Requirement.

I sat on the floor, shoving on my right shoe, watching the corridor from inside. The wall had become transparent, so I could see what was going on and no one could see me. I fit my foot into my shoe and propped myself up on my elbow, watching. Soon Edward came into view, looking around for any over-lookers before approaching the wall. I smiled and leaned off my elbow and the transparency faded away, for I no longer needed it. A door appeared and Ed through it. He grinned broadly at me and walked over to the couch, swooping down to kiss me as he did. I felt my face turn pink and he waggled his brows at me, before collapsing on the sofa and sighing contentedly. I got up off the floor and sat down next to him.

"How are you?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Pretty good," he said, resting his head atop mine. "And yourself?"

"Pretty good. Minus, you know, the whole Killing Dumbledore thing."

Edward's face fell to a frown.

"You don't have to do it, you know," he said. I looked up into his face, lined with concern and worry.

"Yes I do, Ed. He'll kill everyone if I don't. He'll kill my mum, and my dad, and you, if he ever finds out about you."

He looked off in the other direction.

"I don't want to do it, Ed. But I have to. He won't just kill me. He'll kill everyone I've ever cared about, and he'll get Bellatrix or someone to kill Dumbledore."

"Fine," Edward said. "It's your decision. Just don't expect me to be on your side when the time comes." I looked at the ground, my stomach in painful knots. I felt Edward's hand slip under my chin and tilt my face to look into his.

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

I smiled slightly, and he threw at me his famous crooked smile. He pecked me on the lips.

"I love you, Draco – "

"EEK!"

Both Edward and I whipped around to face the wall.

"What was that?" Edward asked, as I rose to my feet.

"It sounded like…" I trailed off, turning the wall transparent and peering into the empty corridor. I shrugged and sat back down. "Nothing there."

"Could someone have apparated?"

"No. Not inside Hogwarts."

"Could they have ran, really, really fast?"

I laughed, and left my worries behind me as my lips met Edward's. I was just being paranoid. There was no way that Dobby, my old house elf, had been just outside.

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A/N: so, good people. here is the fifth chapter of IMPOSSIBLE, at loooong last. i would like to point out that when i wrote chapter four (and three and two and one), my writing style was noticeably different. i except the writing throughout this story to be everchanging. i hope you don't mind. SO. yes. because chapter four was so short i tried to make this one long-ish, so it's about three and a half pages on Microsoft Word.

and also, i thought i should make clear that i seriously enjoy putting little things from the harry potter books in here. (if you read the sixth book, you'll notice that dobby reports draco spending a lot of time in the room or requirement. but doing what? surely he can't be mending the cabinet ALL THE TIME *eyebrow waggle*)

and i just had to make draco find out dumbledore was gay. it just worked so brilliantly.

so.

there you have it.

happy christmas and thanks for reading (hearts)