Okay, chapter four. Things are starting to get dramatic. I thank everyone for adding this to story alert. This chapter is for all of you.
Draco's P.O.V
It felt as if I had held my breath the entire train ride to the platform. Neville sat by me, holding my hand and stroking it gently with his thumb. He didn't tried to further and I didn't complain. This was nice, just sitting here enjoying each others compony.
I tried to talk to Neville about what Blaise said, about me telling my father. He said it was entirely my choice. I frowned at him. His advise didn't help me at all, but it was still sweet of him.
I felt the train jerk to a stop and sighed.
"I'll see you after break okay," Neville said kissing me on the cheek.
"Okay, you'll write me though right?" I asked him.
"Of course, every chance I get."
I smiled, he was the best boyfriend ever.
"See you later," he said, kissing me once more before walking out of the compartment and out towards the crowded platform
DM/NL
Well I wasn't not happy to be home. I did miss my old room, and all of the free space. But there was only so much emptiness someone could take before going completely mad, but for all I knew that could have happened long ago. After all I was in a secrete relationship with Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor who has a reputation of being a forgetful weakling. Nobody seemed to know Neville like I did. He was strong, and quite dominate when he wants to be.
"Welcome home Master Malfoy," a small house elf squeaked.
"Thank you," I replied, not remembering this particular ones name, they all pretty much the same.
"You father request your presents in his study," she said.
What was going on? Father never invited me into the study unless it was something important.
I walk upstairs, leaving my bags to be tended to by the house elves.
I knocked quietly.
"Come it Draco," he said.
I crept inside.
"Please sit."
Okay now I never something was going on. Had something bad happened? Father was never like this. I briefly considered that he may be under the Imperious Curse, but I knew my father was strong enough to resist that.
"Draco, how old are you?" he asked.
"13," I replied, still not seeing the purpose in this meeting.
"Yes, you are quite hansom Draco, you probably have the girls hanging all over you." he said, barly laughing to his self.
"Huh?"
"Draco, you are at the age where you might start to notice certain changes in the girls around you."
Oh no, I knew exactly where he was going.
"But you must understand that no matter what she looks like, all good, outstanding, pure-blood girl need to be treated with respect."
"Only the pure-bloods," I said more to myself then to him.
"Why of course. You didn't actually think that mud bloods and blood tratiors deserve more then a passing glance, did you?"
He sounded amused.
"No it's just-"
"You don't like a mud blood do you?"
His voice sounded slightly angry.
"No-"
"You do understand what a disapointment you would be to the family if you did."
"Yes father-"
"When the time comes Draco you will meet the best person to help you countinue on the Malfoy line-"
"What if I don't want to marry a girl? What if I like blokes?" I couldn't help it. It just seem to fall out of my mouth.
My father just stared at me for a moment.
"Are you saying, your gay?" he asked.
I swallowed hard. It was now or never.
"Yes," I said quietly.
"Are you in love with a guy right now?"
"I don't know if I'm in love, but I do like him."
My father scowled at me.
"He is a pure-blood," I added.
It seem to inprove his mood.
"You are aware that two males can not reproduce right?"
I nodded.
Things got really quiet. I shuffled my feet awkwardly.
"Go to your room." He said at last.
I left and walked up to my room.
Later on that night I could here my arguing. I knew it was about me.
I took out a piece of paper deciding to write Neville.
Dear Neville,
Things with father went horrible. He still doesn't know it's you, but he knows I'm dating a guy. He sent me to my room and I have yet to have dinner, but other then that I'm doing okay. Please reply quickly. I think the only thing that would make me feel better is your words. Hope you have a better holiday then me.
Lots of Love,
Draco Malfoy.
I didn't even know I was crying until I saw wet splochs on my paper. I whiped the tears off and finished preparing the letter before giving it to my owl.
DM/NL
I eventully had the house elves bring me some food. I wasn't in any hurry to leave me room. I knew my father was at work, but just the thought that at any moment he could come walking through the door scared me out of my wits.
Later that day I received a letter from Neville.
Dear Draco,
I'm sorry your father isn't taking this the way you had hoped. I'm always here if you need me. You better eat something soon. I do remember dating a boy, not a stick. And I can never have a better holiday then you, because the only thing that would make it good is you.
Love,
Neville
p.s. If you can get to a Floo connection. Meet me at High Park in London Saturday at noon.
[[See authors note at the bottom]]
I sighed and hugged the letter close to my chest. He had written down the most perfect words. For a moment I forgot all about being scared and worried about father. Neville was the only thing that mattered. And if father didn't like that, well too bad.
I did have a floo conection which only added to my euphoria. I was going to see Neville, in the park.
I smiled, maybe this break wouldn't be so bad after all.
DM/NL
By some amazing stroke of luck both of my parents had to be somewhere on Saturday and would be back until well after 5.
"Well, how do I look?" I asked the house elf who had helped me pick out the velvet green robes. I seriously considered whering red because Neville is in Gryffindor, but then I remembered that I didn't own any red. I made a note to buy some.
"Quite wonderful Master Malfoy sir," the house elf replied.
I smiled, and brushed my hair once more.
"Remember, mother and father can not know I left the house."
"Don't worry Master Malfoy. Yappy won't tell a soul."
Yappy, so that was her name. I decided to make it a point to remember it.
I steped cautiously into the fire place.
"High Park, London, England."
I reappear in a tiny room, which I soon stepped out of.
It appeared that they had discised the floo point [[A/N what the heck do I call it]] as an out of order bathroom.
I looked around.
"Draco over here," Neville called from a hill not far away.
I waved and walked over to him. He was sitting on a blanket with a basket in frount of him.
"Hungry?" he asked. "I was afraid your parents were refusing to feed you. So I made us a picnic."
I was shocked, he was so sweet. I couldn't help but lean over and kiss him.
"Feeling bold today Draco?"
"No more so then usual," I replied as he handed me a sandwich.
I ate it up hungerly. WE took turns throughing grapes into each others mouths. Neville wasn't very good at caching them, but he always seemed to throw them just right.
Then I remembered why I hated London. it's stupid unpredictable weather.
Right then it started to rain. Soaking both me, Neville, and everything we had out.
Neville held his jacket over my head as we ran into the closest shop, which was a small coffee shop.
The entire place smelled like coffee, which I loved, dispite my mutal hate of coffee it's self.
"You want me to buy dessert?" he asked pulling out his muggle money.
"Strawberry cheesecake please." I said.
Soon we were sitting at a small table by the window, staring out at the rain while sipping hot chocolate and eating our dessert.
"Is cheesecake a cake or a pie?" I asked him.
He laughed.
"I'm not sure. Maybe it falls under the same category as Boston Crème pie," he suggested.
"Well I guess we'll just have to ask the muggle studies professor once we return to Hogwarts," I said.
He smiled.
DM/NL
It was at times like this where I really wished time would stand still. Here I was standing in the rain, after the most perfect day of my life, kissing Neville, the boy of my dreams, patiently and not caring who sees. But for all I know time could've been standing still, I wasn't wearing a watch.
All I really know is that as soon as he pulled away I instantly missed him.
"I'll write you," he said as I stepped into the out of order bathroom once again, and returned home.
"Hello Draco," I heard as I arrived, I was dead now.
How long has my father been waiting?
A/N
DUN DUN DUH!!!!
Now things are getting scary. Poor Draco. Well anyways please review, for reviews make me want to write more.
I am not from London, nor have I ever gone there. But where I live there is a parked named High Park. So that's where the name is from.