My Heart's Desire

By Seth(aka HelloxMoto)

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The Weasel smelled almost as bad as he looked and as I stood before him, Dumbledore holding one of both our arms, I couldn't help but grimace. Granger, who I noticed was looking rather on the hefty side, kept shooting nervous glances at Dumbledore before shifting closer to Weasley. Really, some people shouldn't be allowed to reprodouce, let alone encouraged to do so!

"Mr. Malfoy, if you would be so kind as to lend me your right index finger for a moment." Looking over my shoulder at Severus, I watched as he sighed and rolled his eyes before slumping further down into his chair. Grudgingly, I let the Headmaster take my pointer finger into his old, wrinkled hands. What exactly the old man was up to was beyond me, but I was quickly running out of patience. I felt my finger eing pressed against something bumping and clammy, and next thing I know, I'm lying on the office floor with a red faced Weasel standing over me, rubbing his nose.

"What the bloody hell was that! First you poke me and then you go and start screaming your bleedin' head off right in my face, you great poofter!"

"Oh you know me Weasel, never could control my old randy self and I always have been a bit of a screamer." It takes only a second for me to realize that this is not the best position to fight in, lying on the floor with an enraged Mudblood lover standing over me.

"Now boys, please behave! We've come here for a reason!"

"Which is mostly for your own amusement, Albus. Can we please just get to the point?" Dumbledore switched his gaze to Snape briefly before reaching out a hand to help me off the floor. Ignoring the wrinkled old fool, I quickly dusted myself off and turned to face Granger. We stared at each other for a full moment before I realized what the headmaster expected of me.

"Oh no! Oh hell no! There's no way. Heaven will burn before I touch a Mudblood! Especially that Mudblood. I don't know exactly what your doing here, Dumbly, but count me out on this one."

"Don't call her that, you stupid fucking Ferret!"

"Mr. Malfoy!"

"Mr. Weasley!"

"Language!"

I sneered at Dumbledore as he tried to calm the Weasly and placate the Mudblood. Strange, Potter was just standing there, watching his friends and professors argued and tried to talk over each other. Glancing at the others, and noticing that they were rather occupied, I decided to intertain myself. I took a step towards Potter, which put me in his person space, and reached out a finger holding barely an inch from his nose. He went crosseyed breifly, before raising his hand to bat mine away. I felt his slightly callused fingers grip mine, a shock of electricity, and then everything went black.

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Waking up sucks. I've thought this every single morning of my life. But this morning, I wasn't feeling to bad. I was warm and comfortable and content. I didn't have to worry about Father or Mother or Potter or school or anything. Not right now. Shifting slightly, I pulled my pillow closer to my side and spooned it, taking comfort in it's warmth.

Wait...since when did pillows give off heat? And since when did pillows make sleepy noises in the back of their throats?

I sat up quickly and scooted to the edge of the bed, watching at Potter stretched slowly and yawned before blinking open his amazing emerald eyes. Amazing emerald eyes? He caught sight of me and tensed, going still. We watched each other for a moment in silence, before the hospital wing door banged open and Dumbledore walked in, smiling hugely.

"Oh good! Your both awake."

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A/N- Sorry it's taken so long. Totally my fault. But I promise to make the next chapter update faster...if you review! Bwhahahahhahahaha! REVIEW! Please?