Three
The Owlery Secret
Her hair flowed beautifully from behind her as she trod the familiar path to the owlery, only this time, she wasn't there to send or receive mail.
Her hair glistened in the moonlight as Malfoy stepped out from around the corner
"Oh god" he thought if this was love he wanted some.
Her head spun around… but ever so graciously.
He loved her… eyes, her mouth, her lips, her hair, her legs, her but, her breasts, her nose, her eyelashes, her hands… her everything, his brain was on a high looking at her, and when they touched, Malfoy didn't believe in heaven, but if there was one he wished it was this good!
Hours with her seemed like seconds, her could stare at her for days and not get bored, her presence was insufferably wonderful, but in a way he dreaded it, for he knew what he had to go back to, he knew what was a waiting him and he didn't like it one bit. Malfoy had gotten himself in too deep and there was no way of ever getting out!
As she sat there on the window still of the owlery, Malfoy snug between her legs, she started to ponder…
"Where's this going" She thought, but the words came out, Malfoy's reaction told her he had thought about the question before.
"I don't know" He said Dullcy felt a surge of sorrow "All I do know" He said, pulling up her chin, sending shivers down her spine "Is that, with you, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life, with you, all my sorrows disappear, with you-" he paused and Dullcy saw him gulp heavily "… With you, I'm truly free to be myself, and I've never been that with anyone else. Not family, not friends, not anyone… except you."
Dullcy bit her lip, Malfoy was getting closer, she could see a freckle under his eye, closer, and she could see a tear on his eyelash, closer.
Dullcy hurried up the spiral staircase, that lead to the girls dormitory, she sprinted around the corner that lead to her room, she bolted through the door that lead to her perfectly groomed four poster bed, phew, she fell down onto the cushiony mattress.
"Goblestones ran late?" said a familiar voice
"Yeah, Ginny, you didn't have to wait up for me" replied Dullcy, still on a high from her and Draco's Meeting.
"Na, I just finished that essay for Snape, far out it took me hours, when did you do yours?"
"Oh, I did that through Muggle studies yesterday, such a bludge, I already know everything there is to know about muggle's, I grew up with one! Bit weird really." Dullcy replied
"Oh yeah that neighbour that writes to you" asked Ginny
"Yeah" Said Dullcy
"Does he know you're a Witch?"
"Of course" said Dullcy "And him only, his parents don't know and frankly I don't want them too. Could you imagine – they'd go all weird. They just think I go to some fancy pants boarding school" retorted Dullcy
" And you do" Ginny laughed "Didn't you get the memo, Hogwarts is now known as " Hogwarts fancy pants school for fancy pants" They both doubled over in laughter " Ooooh, oooh, guess who was asking for you toady"
"Not McGonagall, I told her out of principle I was not doing that essay - it's down right sexist"
"Not McGonagall you git – Harry!"
"Harry" Dullcy replied questionably
"Harry" Said Repeated Ginny gleefully
"Harry" Repeated Dullcy once more "No doesn't ring a bell"
"HARRY POTTER" Practically screamed Ginny "The boy who lived! The boy killed he who must not be named, saved the philosophers stone, defeated a Hungarian horntail, won the tri-wizard tournament, and is very cute and single might I add!" Finished Ginny calming her tone
"Oh, well thanks, do you want to scream that next time, I don't think a few Slytherin's in the dungeons heard you!" Mocked Dullcy
Giggling Ginny said "Well its Harry Potter" Dullcy's eyes widened
"Your Harry?" She asked
"Not anymore" said Ginny "I gave up on him ages ago" Dullcy smiled "I figure I'd broaden my horizons"
They both laughed.
"Hmm, well. Off to the showers for me!" Said Dullcy gathering her necessities
"Well I'll see you in the morning, unless you decide to go walk-a-bout again" Ginny said whilst giggling
"Na, we'll see!" and Dullcy headed off in the direction of the showers.
As Dullcy washed the day off her body, she began to wonder; was there a future for her and Draco and if there was, would it be happy? He mind kept on repeating the same three words all day… "He's a deatheater!" Dullcy was strung between her heart and her head. There were never happy endings for deatheaters. Would Draco's misery soon become her own?
She stood there hot water saturating her, as still as a dove, consumed in her own thoughts, not far from where Dullcy stood, two boys stood a few feet yet a world apart. The same emotions running through their bodies, they were both oh-so similar, yet none would admit it, neither would speak and, either would ever know - Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, whose minds dwelled upon the same girl.
Authors notes:
Hmm, well I wrote this chapter for the… SHOWERS! No Harry Potter books ever mention Harry or any other character voluntarily bathing! Have a bath Harry – you smell; in more ways then one. Anyways hope you enjoyed, and computer hackers rule! (not real ones)
Jeucy