Why? Why are your eyes blue? Your hair - blonde?
Why do you look at me so invitingly - with love in your eyes? Why do you whisper my name while you sleep?
Why do I always wander into introspection when I see you?
Harry sat on the charred grass, outside the house. The people who had killed the Death Eaters had disappeared, but every now and then Harry saw a glint of metal, reassuring him that he was protected.
Harry didn't hear Hermione approach. She sat on the grass next to him. For a while, they didn't speak, and then she said; barely audibly: 'Do you want to talk about him, Harry?'
He tried the nonchalant approach. 'I don't know what you mean.' He could imagine her rolling her pretty eyes, but it was too dark to see.
'You know very well what I'm talking about. Draco Malfoy! Ever since the raid you've been avoiding him like the plague. You can barely stand to be in the same room as him. Why?'
'No reason. None of your business.'
'Harry, please!' she exclaimed tiredly, 'when you two are in the same room, there's tension even Ron can pick up on, you could cut it with a butter knife!' She calmed down somewhat and spoke again. 'You are obviously itching to do something, and - if we want to concentrate on finding the horcruxes, you need to do it soon. For all our sakes.' With that, she left, slamming the back door behind them.
He was alone for maybe five minutes, then the back door opened again, and someone else stood next to him. It was the one person he didn't want to see - Draco bloody Malfoy.
'What do you want?' said Harry.
'Everyone wants you to come inside. They're worried.'
'Yeah.' Harry laughed derisingly. 'They do that.'
'Harry...' Draco put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Immediately Harry shrugged it off, and stood up.
'Don't touch me!' shouted Harry. Draco paused - stunned. Harry looked at him, and the eternal beast in his chest roared. Without thinking, Harry drew back his fist, and slammed it into Draco's cheek. He fell backwards - and hit the ground hard. Harry bent over him, watching a small trickle of blood drip from his cheek, where Harry had hit him.
Shit... he's not breathing! He rushed to Draco's side, attempting what he thought was CPR, he gingerly put his lips over Draco's, and blew in. He placed his hands on his chest firmly and pressed down. Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he lept at Harry, pinning him down on the grass. Draco leant in - and kissed him.
Can you ever forgive me for being away for so long? I'm sorry!
Anyhow... this story will have another chapter - maybe two before the end, then I will begin concentrating on '101 ways to kill Kenny'...
This chapter is called 'caesura' because I put in quite a few of them. A caesura is a '-', a break in a sentence.
Don't look forward to a happy ending. Seriously - don't.