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Harry knew it was a stupid question, but he couldn't help but ask it "Sorry" he mumbled softly. He wasn't going to say anything else that was stupid, he would just keep quiet for now, and not say anything unless Draco initiated it.
Harry almost questioned, the arm, but didn't, besides he didn't mind in fact he liked it there "Sure" He said with a soft smile "Nope, it's not Divination's, besides being late to that class doesn't really matter, it's a loud of bologna, in the first place" He said with a soft smile "It's fine, I understand" he said. He did, he knew what it was like to feel a lot of pressure, and he had been feeling it this year a lot, but now it seemed like nothing compared to what he must be feeling "I don't really think theres a way to fake your way through something like that" he said |
"I think Snape does," Draco said quietly as he swung himself off the bench and picked up his bookbag. "I think he's actually Dumbledore's spy. Or if he isn't, he's the Dark Lord's spy. Either way, he's faking things on one side or another."
He looked at Snape then, eating his breakfast grimly, looking out at the Slytherins with no expression on his face. As Draco looked at him, Snape turned and caught his eye. There was an infinitesimal incline to Snape's head—an approving nod?—before Snape went back to his bacon. Draco leaned his mouth right next to Harry's ear and whispered, "I think Snape's really on our side." |
Snape was a story, Harry didn't really want to talk to. He was aware that Snape had been an ex death eater who had switched sides, but he still wasn't that trusting of him "Something like that" he said as he got up and glanced over at him, something with Snape never sat right with him.
"Even if he is really on our side, I don't have to like him" he said it was a well enough know fact Snape and Harry didn't get along. In fact Harry couldn't stand Snape, and visversa. "Besides worrying about him right now is pointless" He said. There were more important things to worry about then where Snape's allegiances really lied, and Dumbledore trusted him and for now that was all that mattered. |
"I guess you're right," Draco said. "We both have to worry about keeping alive."
He walked out of the Great Hall, aware of the staring faces but not looking at them. Once in the entrance hall, where there were fewer people, he said, "Why don't you like Snape? He's not the nicest teacher, but neither is McGonagall." He'd always known that Snape and Harry hated each other, but had no idea what the background was; they'd seemed to despise each other from the first day. |
Harry looked at him and smiled "More like we have to worry about keeping you alive" He said
"That's a long story" he said "McGonagall, is fair, and treats the houses the same, he does not" He said and glanced at Draco from the corner of his eye "Lets just say, he's given me a lot of trouble, and I don't think I can say he's ever done one thing nice for me" He said. He didn't want to get into everything Snape had done, it would be a long story. But Snape had never once been nice to him, or at least that he could remember, and he respected Snape when he had to, but he didn't have to like him to respect him as a teacher like he was supposed to. |
"I guess you're right about McGonagall," Draco said, but could tell Harry didn't want to talk about Snape. He dropped the subject, making an affirmative sort of grunting noise as they crossed the entrance hall and went out through the oak front doors onto the castle's stone steps.
"Brr," Draco said. "It's cold!" Though still early September, there was a chill in the air which went right through his thin summer robes. He'd left his cloak in his room, not thinking that it would be this cold outside. Nevertheless, the chill was a bit nice. It woke him up more efficiently than any amount of tea had. He looked out across the lawns, which were sparkling faintly with frosty dew, and saw Hagrid's hut in the distance. Oh, dear, he thought. That would be a very difficult apology, but one that would need to be made soon. Draco set off in the direction of the lake, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the chill. |
"I know she can be mean, but that's a teachers job sometimes" He said. He wasn't really going to get deeper into it then that. Besides he knew for the most part Draco liked Snape and he wasn't going to bad mouth someone he liked, he had more decency then that.
"It is, but it feels good" He said. He liked the cold, well as long as it wasn't ice cold, it felt good against his skin, and made him feel more alive "It's amazing how different it can look when it isn't littered with students" He said. It was really an amazing scene to be hold, it was beautiful in it's own. "If your thinking about Hagrid, he's to nice to hold a grudge, he'll accept you" He said with a smile, noticing how he had glanced at Hagrids, house. He was probably one of the nicest people he had meet. |
((Where did you want the plot to go from here?))
--- "Really?" Draco asked, turning back to look at Hagrid's cabin. "I've been... well, ruddy awful to him. I was such a prat two years ago, trying to get him fired. Though," he said thoughtfully, "the hippogriff cut really did keep hurting for several weeks afterward. I think I'll just apologize at our next Care of Magical Creatures lesson." The path by the lake was muddy. Draco looked down at his shoes, noticing that they were already dirty just from trudging across the grass. He paused when they reached a spot he liked, where you could look across the lake at a particularly pretty piece of the grounds. "Why are you being so nice to me, Harry?" he heard himself ask. After all, Draco had been nothing but mean, spiteful, and hateful towards him for four years. He'd rejoiced when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened and Hermione had been Petrified; he'd tried to get Hagrid expelled; he'd cheated at Quidditch (which was another thing to think about; they couldn't both be Seeker on the same team!); in short, he'd been a right berk, and Harry was so willing to simply let it all drop. |
[[You mentioned a fight between Ron and Draco before, right? Unless you mean something else, sorry really tired]]
"Yeah, really" He said with a smile and looked at him "Don't worry he's more of a forgive and forget kind, then the holding grudges kind" He said and looked at him "Oh well you don't have to worry about that, he's in safe hands so don't worry" He said "And your such a Drama King, if you had listened in the first place it wouldn't have happened" He said Harry glanced over at him, how was he supposed to answer that question? That was a tough one to answer, he couldn't say because 'oh because I like you as more then a friend, and want to kiss you' or anything along those lines. He didn't really know how he was able to get over everything he had done "Because I don't believe, what you did was your own choice, I believe it was who you were taught to be, not who you really are" he said if that made any sense which he wasn't sure it really did at all. |
((Well, I'm thinking about what sort of large plot arc we want to have. Does Voldemort figure into the picture, and if so in what way? Does anyone try to kill Harry? Will another female character make a try for Harry or Draco, and when will the two boys admit their romantic feelings? That kind of stuff. :XD Why so tired?))
--- Draco chuckled somewhat, remembering how he'd vaguely heard Hagrid talking about the hippogryff, but had assumed that what his father had told him about the creatures had been everything he'd need to know. So much of what he thought he knew had come crashing down when he'd realized that his father would happily kill him if Draco didn't become a Death Eater. He'd suddenly found himself doubting everything else his father had told him, from the habits of hippogryffs to whether Muggleborns were equal to wizards. Draco gaped at Harry, whose words had mirrored his exact thoughts. "You're exactly right. Everything I thought I knew was the crap my father taught me. 'Do this, think this, don't be friends with so-and-so.' But it was all untrue, every bit of it." Draco blinked, hard, feeling hot tears beginning to well at the corners of his eyes. He sniffed back mucus, trying to hold in his rage and frustration. His fists balled. "I hope I get a chance to confront him—my father, I mean. I hope I get to tell him that everything he taught me was wrong, and how much I hate him for it. If I'd known, when I was eleven, that being Pureblood wasn't all there was to life... Oh, how different things would have been. I never told you," he said, looking into Harry's eyes, "that the Hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, did I? I had to ask for Slytherin." He felt a tear drip out down his cheek. It stung in the cold wind. He wanted to go back four years, back to his Sorting. Then he and Harry could have become friends properly, and he'd have been out of his father's clutches long before You-Know-Who had been reborn. |
[[I’m not sure about Voldemort, but I do think he’s an essential part to it. I do think someone should try to kill Harry, and maybe even come pretty close to doing so. Huum, if we did have another female character make a move on one of them, it could make the other so jealous that, they confess, something like that anyway.
Ahh, cause I’m trying to catch up on a week’s worth of lost sleep]] Harry looked at him, he had no idea his answer would mirror his thoughts so well. He was about to respond, in till he saw the tears, which caused him to be at a loss for words, he wasn’t sure how to handle him. Draco was crying, something he had never expected to see before, what was he supposed to do? He certainly did not know at all “Well, we can’t change the past, we can only make the future everything we want it to be” he said and looked over at Draco. He wasn’t sure what to say to that, about him having to ask about being in Ravenclaw, back when the hat had told him, he would fit well into Slytherin that was something he hadn’t told anyone, not even Ron or Hermione. “Well here, I’ll let you in on a little secret of my own, that day the hat told me I would fit in well in Slytherin” He said |
((Sounds like good plans to me.
Ah, you should go sleep! Why were you up for so long?)) --- Draco nodded at Harry's kind words -- they weren't anything profound, but they were well meant. "Let's hope we have a future," he said sadly. When Harry confessed to having nearly been Sorted into Slytherin, Draco stared at him. He could feel tears on his cheeks, but wiped them away hurriedly. "Really? Slytherin? Why on earth would the Hat put you there? You're so... Gryffindor!" |
[[It wasn't like I was up all week, I just got a lot less sleep at my fathers then I would at home. My little sisters don't sleep past 7:30, and they don't go to sleep till like 11-12 D: And I don't sleep well there, so yeah it sucks]]
Harry almost said something like a future together but bite his tongue and didn't say it. That wouldn't go over well if he did "Yeah, well I'm pretty sure eventually the future will be bright" he said Harry looked at him and smiled, "Yeah, really" He said and glanced away from him "I really don't know, I know I wouldn't have fit in with them, at all" he said with a sigh "By the way, your the first person I have ever told this so don't mention it around Ron and Hermione I'm not sure I really want them to know" he said |
((Aww. How old are your little sisters? I remember when I was pretty young, it was hard to sleep past dawn.))
Draco nodded, wiping the last of the tears from his face. "Thanks for telling me. I'll keep it a secret, definitely. Thanks for trusting me." This was nice—he knew something secret about Harry that even Harry's best friends didn't know. He looked into Harry's face, wondering how much the other boy realized about Draco's feelings. Harry was such a... comfortable person. He knew what he needed to do in life, knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it. He had an answer for every situation. The pain of his life with the Muggles, of the loss of his parents—none of that sat on the surface, getting in the way of Harry's fundamental personality. He was... nice. He was a genuinely nice person, kind and generous down to the core. Draco laughed, a little self-deprecating chuckle. "I could use a hug," he said, trying to sound like it was just a friends thing. |
[[Makenzie is turning three in august and Hannah is turning ten in august.]]
He wasn’t really sure what had compelled him to tell Draco that. It was one of his deep dark secrets he had never even dreamt of speaking up, he was always worried if he spoke it, he would admit he was just like Voldemort. “You’re welcome, And I believe I already told you I trusted you” he said with a small laugh. He was just surprised that he trusted Draco this much, especially since it had been such a short time since they had become friends. It was odd he felt like he had known Draco all his life, when he hardly knew him at all. “Okay” he said as he leaned closer and hugged Draco tightly. It felt nice hugging him, well it wasn’t just nice it felt right in a sense “How about over the weekend, we do something, with just us, so you don’t have to be weighed down by all your worries” He said |
((Oh, joy... and I bet as soon as they wake up they're just bundles of hyperactivity! =3))
Harry's words tickled Draco's ear, and he felt parts of his body stiffening again. He was relieved no one was around to see; he wondered (hoped?) if Harry noticed. "Wouldn't... you want to go with Ron and Hermione?" he asked tentatively. It was a Hogsmeade weekend this coming weekend, which was unusual -- usually the school waited until almost Halloween to let the students terrorize the poor little village. Maybe Dumbledore was afraid the students wouldn't be allowed out later on in the year, if the war escalated. |
[[Well, no worse then my little brother. Except I have a room when I'm at home with my mom, so he can't wake me up]]
"Well, Ron and Hermione can go with each other, maybe it'll make them realize there feelings for each other" He said with a laugh. The way he figured it, Ron would be mad, Hermione would understand, and Draco wouldn't be alone. Not to mention it would give him some nice alone time with Draco, which was what he wanted "Besides I want to go with you, I enjoy spending time with you, and I don't want you to be alone" he said [[Is it just me, or are they really cute together xD I kind of just want them to confess now]] |
((Draco is going to slip... XD))
Draco pulled away from Harry, and laughed. "I know—Ron's been goggly-eyed over Hermione since, what, second year? I mean, how hard is it for a guy to simply say, 'Hey, I fancy you?'" He stopped in the midst of his laugh, realizing that he was having that exact same problem. He swallowed, feeling himself go bright red. "I guess it's harder than I thought," he mumbled. |
Harry looked at him and laughed "Ron doesn't have much confidence in himself, and he's a little afraid Hermione will Hex him if he confesses" He said with a laugh "Well, they will end up together eventually" He said
"Are you having the same problem?" He asked with a raised eye brow. It sounded as if he knew first hand that it was hard to confess to someone, then again Draco knew that himself. |
Draco couldn't say anything. He felt paralyzed with awkwardness -- should he just run away? Kill himself? Would the Killing Curse work on yourself? He simply looked at Harry, knowing he was bright red, and that the red probably clashed horribly with the Gryffindor colors trimming his school robes.
Suddenly he couldn't look at Harry any longer, and found something fascinating about the grass near them to stare at. He poked it with one wet shoe. "I guess you could say that," he mumbled. |
Harry let go of him and watched him carefully. Why the hell was his face bright red? the last thing, he knew Draco had liked Pansy or at least they had dated. Who else could he liked? he didn't really picture Draco as the type to really like many people.
"Who are you trying to confess to?" He asked. He had let curiosity get the best of him, plus he wanted to know who his competition was, though he knew he wouldn't win the battle anyway. He at least wanted to know if the person Draco liked was nice and was good enough to have him. |
Draco could hear his heart pounding in his chest, though it felt as though it had slipped down both into his stomach and his throat at once. Harry had just effectively given him an opening to confess, to say how much he fancied him, to say that he'd had wonderfully erotic and adventurous dreams, and could they possibly try some of the stuff he'd heard whispered about in the common room?
"Er..." he choked. Come on, this is Harry. He's a nice guy. But I don't want to lose his friendship by making things weird! I don't want him to think I'm a freak for liking guys! How can we possibly stay friends if he doesn't like me the same way in return? It'll just be horrid and uncomfortable! Shut up and say it. No. SAY IT. I CAN'T! DAMMIT, DRACO SEVERUS MALFOY, JUST SAY IT! "You." |
Harry waited for him to answer “I’m afraid I don’t know anyone named Er, care to give me a better answer?” he asked. It seemed like he was struggling with whether or not he should tell him or not. It wasn’t like he was going to say it was him, so why would it be so hard to admit who he liked? Draco was certainly a very confusing guy.
Once he finally got the answer he wanted, he couldn’t help but stare at him a bit blankly “I’m sorry, did you just say it was me you were trying to confess to?” he asked. He thought he had heard wrong, like he had pushed his wishes onto what Draco said and had imagined the whole thing, like he was dreaming. |
Draco was tired of speaking, tired of fighting the voices in his head. Tired of fighting the urges, the desire. He wanted to know what it would be like, and the urges were killing him.
With what felt like almost a resigned sigh, he leaned forward, put his hands on Harry's bony shoulders, and pressed his lips against the other boy's. |
For a moment Harry just stood there, the only thought that rolled through his head was, 'was this really happening?'. Even if it felt like a dream, it wasn't this was reality, and he wasn't going to let this chance pass him by.
He reached forward, and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. In a way, this was his own way of confessing, and honestly he didn't want the kiss to end, at least yet anyway. |
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