Only Time

Chapter 5 - Vision of the Heart

It was lunchtime and the students began to arrive in the great hall.

"Answer for Ron Harry," said Ron while he shoved a piece of bread in front of his friends face.

"Stop that, Ron," ranted Harry.

"You stop that! Already it's been a week and you still have a long face," established Ron, "Whatever happened, it couldn't have been that bad."

"The face of what?," asked Harry confused, "But yes, what happened was somewhat horrible... I screwed up, mate," he completed while covering his face with his hands.

"Explain," Ron said with his mouth full of chicken and vegetable.

"Oh, its difficult to explain," started Harry, "Because even I don't understand it. Actually, I didn't understand anything."

"That's not surprising," murmured Ron, "Mail!" said Ron while pointing towards the owls flying overhead, "Bloody Hell!" cursed Ron when an owl flew towards his head.

The owl, black as night, passed over the students, nearly hitting them. If finally landed on the Slytherin table awaiting the orders of its owner.

"Hello Satan," said Draco stroking the owl's head, "Thanks," he said after removing the parcel from its leg.

The owl gracefully started from the Slytherin table and after circling a few times, it left the Great Hall.

"Hey that owl was trying to hit me. Look at who the owner is," commented Ron.

"Who is it?" asked Harry while turning towards the direction that Ron indicated.

"Who do you think? Its Malfoy, of course," answered Ron rudely.

"Good morning," greeted Hermione while she sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Only for you," answered a grumpy Ron.

"Good morning, Mione," answered Harry, looking at Ron rudely.

"Bad day?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Any day involving Malfoy is a very bad day!" exclaimed Ron exasperated.

"What did he do to irritate you now?" asked Hermione, while exchanging looks with Harry.

"His owl was flying into everyone!" ranted Ron, "I bet you he trained the damn bird, which looks like a death omen, to fly into innocent people while the eat lunch!" he completed.

"You are far from innocent, Ronald Weasley," said Hermione, while Ron blushed causing Harry to laugh.

"Er…that is another matter. It doesn't have anything to do with that prat," muttered Ron, "And that bird still was trained! Probably just for Malfoy's entertainment. Anything and everything to spoil that little son of a bitch!" continued Ron, "They treat him like a bloody girl! By Merlin, even Ginny isn't treated like that at home," he completed causing Hermione to choke on her pumpkin juice.

"What did you say?" asked Harry.

"That he's a spoiled son of a bitch," answered Ron.

"No, after that," Harry gesticulated for Ron to continue.

"That they treat him like a damn girl," answered Ron again, but his face showed he didn't understand.

Harry didn't move or say a word, which concerned his friends who were now trying to get his attention in vain. Phrases and scenes flew through his mind.

"And how would you differentiate between a male veela and a female veela?"

"I would say that you can differentiate by the smell"

"Hints? What hints? I don't know what you're talking about, Ha…I mean, Potter."

"But do you know, Harry? No matter what your sexual preference, you'd still be my friend"

"I do not look like an old lady!"

"Draco I. Malfoy, and the pleasure is all yours"

"What's your middle name?"

"Isabele"

"Isabele is a girl's name"

"You love what you see. But your eyes mislead you, Harry"

"Yes! That's it. Why didn't I notice it before? If was in right in front of my eyes the whole time!" said loudly, causing his friends to be frightened, "That's why she was so sad," he concluded.

"She who? Who are you talking about?" asked an exasperated Ron.

"I'm talking about the girl I love!" said Harry smiling, "But doesn't look me in the eye anymore," spoke Harry with a sad face.

"She loves you. She'll understand, Harry," said Hermione with a comforting smile on her lips.

"You knew?" asked Harry, and Hermione nodded her head, "But you didn't tell me?" he continued, with a tone of indignation in his voice.

"She knew about what?" questioned Ron, "Will anyone tell me what's going on?" asked Ron when he saw that his two friends were ignoring him.

"I didn't have the right," Hermione answered weakly lowering her face, "She had good reasons for not telling anyone. But I really do feel sorry for keeping it from you, and for laughing at you when you came and told me what Trelawny had said," she completed, looking at Harry, and giving a concerned look towards Ron.

Harry, sensing Hermione's worry asked his friend, "Ron, do you remember anything from when you were little?"

"From the first or second time?" asked Ron, still not understanding.

"Second, when you drank Neville's potion," explained Harry.

"Not a lot, just some flashes. Mainly from when Hermione being mean," he said earning a pinch from his friend, "hey, it's the truth, you weren't very nice to me," he continued while looking at the red mark on his arm, "That's going to turn purple!" he finished and stuck out his tongue at Hermione.

"Grow up Ron!" said Hermione, while Ron shrank down in his chair, "Where are you going Harry?" she asked as he got up and walked towards the Slytherin table.

"I'm going to find Isabele, and try to talk to her. I'll see you both later," he said and left quickly.

"Isabele….what a pretty name," thought Hermione.

"Who the devil is Isabele?" inquired Ron, who was being ignored by Hermione, "Do I know her?"

"I don't think so. After all, the eyes are misleading," answered Hermione smiling.

Harry was getting discourage, because he had looked in all of the halls and still hadn't found Draco. Then he remembered that he could use the Marauder's Map, and he started running in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. After consulting the map and grabbing his cloak, he ran towards the library. And when he got there, he quickly found who he was looking for. She was next to a large pile of books, and was looking incessantly for another on the shelf. He thought this was funny because today was the last trip to Hogsmeade.

"Potions for Beginners, Intermediate Potions, Potions for Lunatics, Potions Lawfully Prohibited. No its none of these," muttered Draco, and took out one of the books.

"Before you looked like an old lady, now you're acting like one. One would think that you're senile," a voice said from the other side of the shelf, frightening Draco, and causing her to knock all the books to the ground.

It made a loud bang, which called the attention of the librarian, Irma Pince, and everyone else in the library, causing the blood to drain from Draco's face.

"What do you think you're doing Mr. Malfoy?" asked Madam Pince roughly.

"I tripped," he quickly replied.

"Try to pay more attention from now on, or I'll have to suspend your library privileges, and I might have to send a fine home to your parents," said the librarian. Draco picked up the books off the ground, and set them on the table. Then he walked towards the part of the shelf where he heard the voice. However, he found nothing there which made him very curious.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to," said Harry, under his cloak, in a very quiet voice that was still loud enough for Draco to hear him. Draco started to move away, but Harry was quicker and said, "Please don't make me be loud, Isabele," said Harry still whispering, "You said to me that I loved what I saw, right?" asked Harry.

"Yes," answered Draco weakly, while staring at nothing.

"I thought about that, and today, I came to a conclusion and you were right," affirmed Harry.

"I was right, he doesn't love me," thought Draco, who closed his eyes and a disobedient tear slid down his face.

"And I saw you," finished Harry, while he removed the cloak, revealing his face, "Not with my eyes, but with my heart," Harry explained while wiping away the tear from the girl's face through the shelf, which caused her to open her eyes.

"I don't understand," said Draco with trembling lips.

"I don't care if you're a boy, a girl, or a troll," said Harry still whispering, "I love you, and I hope that you are still able to love me too."

"But it's impossible, we're too different, we'll have too many obstacles," murmured Draco, with deep sorrow.

"Do you love me?", asked Harry still very quietly.

"That's not the point," Draco said lowering his gaze.

"Do you love me?" he asked in a slightly louder voice, but it still didn't call the attention of the other people in the library.

"Yes! A lot!" Draco answered facing him.

"Me too. Then Miss Isabele, I'm pleased to inform you, that from this moment on you have a not so secret admirer that would love to take a walk with you in Hogsmeade, and I don't accept "no" as an answer," informed Harry with a smirk on his face.

"I can't. I have to study Moste Potente Potions for the NEWTS," refused Draco.

"I told you that I don't accept "no" for an answer," said Harry with an annoyed look on his face, "What kind of potion are you going to study anyways?"

"Polyjuice," answered Draco, while Harry tried not to laugh, "Don't laugh, it's a difficult potion to make," claimed Draco. Then Harry covered himself with the cloak again, "Don't disappear like this!"

"Didn't someone already told you that you're a very lucky lady Bele?" said Harry as he pulled Draco underneath his cloak, "Do you mind if I call you Bele?"

"No, Julie has called me that since I can remember," said Draco smiling, "I've never been under a cloak like this before," commented Draco while he touched the cloak tenderly with his fingers, "Wonderful," he murmured.

"Who's Julie?" asked Harry curiously.

"My sister," answered Draco, "But why am I lucky?"

"Because now you have a very charming and very modest boyfriend," said Harry, causing Draco to laugh, "And he happens to know very well how to make a Polyjuice potion. He has also arranged to walk with you the entire day to tell you about his experiences with that potion, in his second year when he invaded a certain dungeon."

"Oh, I knew it. Goyle doesn't know how to read! It was you, wasn't it?" questioned Draco, while the two walked hand in hand from the library.

"Maybe, maybe not," commented Harry very vaguely, he then closed his eyes and continued walking, "Do you know what's funny Bele?"

"What?" she asked curious.

"When I close my eyes, I can still see you," answered Harry smiling.

End of chapter 5

AN - This is the english version of the fic that I originally wrote in portuguese. English is not my first language, and all I know of grammar is the basic. I don't have a beta or anyone to translate it for me, so if you find any error please let me know so I can correct them.

Thank you all for reading ^^