Waiting for My Love by SClownzZzZz

Chapter Ten: My Girl, My Boy, My Love

The door flew open. Harry quickly inched his way to the edge of the couch, not knowing what to expect next. "With everything that's happened today," Harry thought, "I wouldn't be surprised if the whole world exploded."

Harry looked at the open door in front of him. Harry sighed as Hedwig flew into the room with a parcel between her beak. Harry holds out his left arm, as she lands gently on top of it.

"There you are Hedwig," Harry spoke to the snowy-white owl, "I was wondering if you'd ever come back after delivering that letter to-" Harry pauses to examine the room, making sure that no one would hear the words that he was about to say, "Draco Malfoy," Harry finished, whispering.

"What was that Harry?" Neville spoke aloud, poking his head into the room.

"Nothing Neville," Harry shouted back, "Now go away!"

"Alright, alright, geez," Neville replied, "No need to be rude, I think you're only acting like this because Draco isn't-"

"Yeah, yeah, that's great," Harry responded, shoving Neville out of the door and locking it. Harry sighs, "Well, I'm glad that's over."

Harry walks back over to the couch. "Now where was I?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah, the parcel."

Harry grabs the parcel from Hedwig's beak and unrolls it. His face lights up as he starts reading it.

"It's here! It's finally here!" Harry spoke, and with that, he began to jump up and down on the couch.

Hedwig, who is now perched on the coffee table, gives Harry a look of confusion as he continues to bounce on the couch.

"Oh Hedwig, this is so exciting!" Harry shouted even louder, "It's a letter from my true love!"

Hedwig turns her face to the right and caws.

"No!" Harry screamed, jumping onto the floor and looking the owl in the eyes, "It is NOT from Draco! What? Does everyone think I'm obsessed with him or something?!"

A crowd of people race into the room and chime, "Yes!"

Harry stomps his foot enraged, "Well, I'm NOT!" Harry breathes in and out before speaking again, "Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you people that he's not my true love!"

Draco walks through the crowd of people and into the room, "Hey guys, I'm back from Slytherin!" Silence fills the room; Harry turns red.

Draco begins to shift awkwardly from leg to leg, "What?" he spoke, eyeing the huge crowd of people staring directly at him.

"Well, we should probably be going now Harry," Neville spoke, walking towards the open door.

"Yeah, we should probably leave you two gentlemen alone now," Snape agreed, proceeding to the hallway.

"Now what do you mean by that?" Harry questioned, finding himself completely red in the face.

"Oh, nothing, nothing my boy," Dumbledore answered about to walk out of the room, "Snape didn't mean anything by that statement."

Within seconds, the crowd vanished completely, leaving only Harry and Draco in the common room.

After about five minutes of silence, Draco finally spoke.

"So," Draco softly spoke, "Haven't seen you since this morning."

"Yeah," Harry replied, feeling a sea of sweat forming on his forehead, "I've been busy."

"Doing what?" Draco asked; his eyes now planted upon Harry.

"Oh, nothing much, just waiting for my true love," Harry responded, his heart beating a mile a minute.

"Ahh," Draco replied, taking a few steps closer to him, "Well, did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"Excuse me?" Harry spoke, wondering if he had heard Draco's words correctly.

"I mean," Draco replied, his eyes now on the floor, "Did you ever find your true love?"

"Oh, that," Harry responded, "Well, I haven't exactly been-"

"It's okay Harry," Draco interrupted, "I know where you can find him."

"You do?" Harry asked, finding himself even closer to Draco.

"Yeah," Draco responded, lifting his eyes from the floor. They meet Harry's.

"This is it," Harry thought to himself, "It's finally going to happen."

Harry sighs as he leans closer and closer to Draco…