HEY!! Here is the second chapter! Third will be up soon. Any guesses on what's going on? Let me know what you think!
WARNINGS IN FIRST CHAPTER
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The three at the door were too stunned to speak. Ron appalled at the sight of his greatest enemy and Hermione plain shocked. Draco faced forward eyes wide with no other expression on his face.
Jenni came out from the kitchen and headed to the door. "Shirley! Hope you didn't have any trouble getting here. And you must be Draco, nice to meet you. Come on in. Ron stop gawking and clean up the glass what's wrong with you?" A car pulled into the driveway. "Harry, Laura is here."
Dracos wide eyes widened and a faint look of shock passed over his face at his name.
He didn't feel himself walking towards the door but he found himself there. He brought his eyes up from the floor meeting a pair of silver ones he never thought he would see again. "Hello Draco." His voice was quiet and hesitant.
"Hello Harry."
"Do you know each other?" Jenni questioned.
'YES!' Harry wanted to scream but before he could give an answer Izzy can bolting down the stairs not looking and ran straight into Draco.
"Woops." She said taking a step back. "Sorry Mister."
"It's alright." Draco looked down at the little girl in front of him. Instantly guessing her age to be about 7 and he felt something slice at his heart. Her soft green eyes were a mirror image of Harry's.
"Sweetie watch what you're doing. " Harry knelt down beside her tightening up the string on her hood. "Laura will bring you back tomorrow afternoon, K? Have fun with Kayla."
"I will. You have fun with your grown up party." She kissed Harry on the cheek.
Draco watched their interaction carefully, calm and composed. Inside however he was boiling.
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The night was so tense Hermione's hair began to frizz from the static. Jenni didn't even notice that she and Shirley were the only ones talking. Harry wanted it to be over. Pushing his food around, staring at his untouched drink. His stomach was in knots.
Hermione glanced around the table. Ron looked puzzled, Harry looked sick, and Draco's façade had fallen and he looked…hurt.
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An hour or so passed and Harry was more than relieved when Shirley said 'We really should get going.' Quick goodbyes were exchanged with Jenni still doing all of the talking. Harry was more than happy when he remembered she had to leave as well for an early morning flight. He had barely shut the door on her when he felt Hermione and Ron standing behind him.
"Harry are you-" Hermione attempted to ask. He cut her off.
"I'm fine." He ruffled his hand through his hair. "I just need to clean up. You guys should go."
"Are you sure?" Ron tried.
"Yes. I don't want to think about this right now. I need to clean." They looked sadly at each other and then to Harry. "Really. I'll be fine. I promise."
They didn't believe him, but thought it best not to push it. Ron grabbed Harry's arm reassuringly. "If you need us mate, call."
Harry nodded, waved them off, and then he cleaned. Although the last thing he wanted to do was think about Draco, the silence made it impossible to focus on anything else. How his hair was longer, reaching under his jaw line. His eyes the same deep silver that flooded his mind. Only he now had a fresher image to focus on. Voice a tad deeper with five more inches to his height, standing three inches taller than Harry.
It hurt, seeing him there. Being in the same room, across a table from one another. It made his stomach turn. Tears welled up in his eyes but he wouldn't let them fall. Anger took over as he reminded himself that it wasn't his fault, it never had been his fault. "Damnit." He cussed under his breath, rage growing. "DAMNIT!" He yelled. The dish that was in his hand found itself thrown into the wall smashing. Soon all the dishes from the drain were in pieces around the kitchen. He grabbed his coat from the rack by the door and stormed out into the September chill. He needed fresh air and a chance to breathe, so he walked in a daze. Not thinking about anything almost like he had blacked out. The cold didn't affect him, nor the cars on the highway, and even when it started to rain. He was numb to it all. Even time he realized as he looked up from the steps he was standing on and realized it belonged to Ron and Hermione.
His hand knocked weakly at the door, as if he wasn't really knocking. Hermione came to the door as usual because Ron was afraid of anyone who came after 10:00 p.m.
"Harry, what are you doing? Did you walk here? Come in its freezing." She tried to pull him in by the elbow but he didn't budge. He just looked at her. "Harry?" She tried again. Only when her hand reached up and wiped at his face did he realize he was crying.
"He was right there." His voice was quiet. "Not but a foot in front of me. I never thought I would have to see him again. Why?" With the question his resolve started to crumble. "Why am I still I love with him? I want to hate him…..but I can't!" His cries turned into sobs as pent up feelings poured forth unable to be held in any longer.
Hermione held onto him as he became a crumbled mess on her porch, tears rolling off her cheeks from her friend's pain. "I'm so sorry dear." She soothed.
Ron sat at the top of the stairs, head in his hands listening to the pain coming from his best friend. Pain he could have spared him if he hadn't been so naïve.
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