Waiting for My Love by SClownzZzZz

Chapter Nine: Christmas Party Flashbacks

Harry sighed as he placed the bucket back on the windowsill. He was done with his angry rampage…for now.

Harry sat down in one of the common chairs and looked out the window; he began to think about what he had just done.

"Why am I acting so strange today?" Harry asked himself, while gazing up at the clouds, "I've never felt like this before, this is just like how I acted at the Christmas Party-"

Harry froze in place; the two words that scared him the most had just entered his thoughts, Christmas and party.

Harry sighed, it didn't really want to think about the Christmas Party, but he had no choice, once the memories had entered his mind, he could no longer control his thoughts.

Harry remembered the dangerous sugar-high that he and Ron had that night. He remembered how he woke up the next day face first in the punch bowl with a mob of angry people with pitchforks chasing after him.

But what he remembered most about the Christmas Party was that moment between him and Draco. Though it wasn't very long, Harry still remembered the exact words that Draco had said to him. They remained in his memory forever and no matter how hard Harry tried to forget them, he could not.

Harry sighed before turning away from the window. "How could I possibly think about Draco right now?" he thought, "I'm supposed to be waiting for my true love!"

He was about to get up out of the chair when a rock hit him directly in the head. Harry collapsed to the floor; the room faded to black.

The shining sun lit up the scenery, Harry is seen alone in a white gazebo surrounded by a beautiful well-kept green pasture…but not for long.

Harry remained silent as he heard footsteps coming up the gazebo stairs. He didn't have to turn around to know who was there.

"You're not supposed to be here," Harry stated turning away from Draco, trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto his face.

"I know," Draco replied, "I wanna be."

An awkward silence filled the gazebo.

"So," Draco spoke up, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I don't know," Harry responded honestly, "I just came here to do some thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked, looking somewhat intrigued. Draco walked a few steps closer to Harry.

"Oh nothing much," Harry replied, "Just about things."

"Ahh," Draco spoke, "That's funny, cause I'm thinking about the same things."

"You are?" Harry asked.

"Yep," Draco replied.

"How do you know?" Harry responded looking at Draco, his eyes shining.

"I don't know," Draco replied, "Just a feeling."

A silence filled the gazebo yet again.

"Draco?" Harry asked. He turned around only to find himself face-to-face with the blonde-haired pretty boy.

"Yeah?" Draco responded.

"I think I-" Harry began, leaning closer and closer to Draco. This was it.

Harry quickly lifted his head up, breathing heavily. He looked up the clock which now read 7:00 p.m. Harry groaned before getting up off of the ground and taking his usual seat back onto the couch.

"Why didn't I see this coming?" Harry spoke aloud, "I'm so stupid, the whole time my true love has been right in front of me. I guess this could only mean that, my real true love is-"