"It was some sort of sick joke," that was Harry's first thought, which was quickly followed by multiple 'oh-my-god's' after those- Harry's brain stuttered into silence.
During Harry's internal panic, Draco had been examining the scar, which still burned on his head. Wincing, Draco pulled his hand away from his head and looked over at Harry, whose mouth was hanging open in shock.
Draco rolled his eyes and asked, "Does yours always hurt this much?"
Harry nodded dumbly, and finally spoke, "ever since Voldemort came back, it has pretty much hurt all the time."
Draco frowned again and Harry continued to stare at him with that same shocked expression. "Shut your mouth," Draco advised him, "you look most unattractive with it hanging open like that."
Harry shut his mouth with a snap, and turned his head away from Draco.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, looking worried. Harry muttered something and Draco leaned closer to him, "what?"
Harry jumped at the closeness of his voice, and turned to face him. "I said," Harry started, sounding irritated, "that this is too much to take. I can't deal with this, I have a soul mate who hates me," Harry frowned at Draco.
"I don't hate you."
"What do you mean, 'you don't hate me'?" Harry demanded, "You�ve always hated me!"
Draco sighed and looked at the water of the lake, "Just what I said. I might be jealous of your fame, angry with you because you turned me away. I might hate the fact that people are sympathetic if you stub your toe, and I really hate the way people fawn over you like you�re a god or something- but I never really hated you-"
Harry snorted, "Yeah right."
Draco looked up at Harry, and saw a strange mix of emotions on his face. Disbelief, fear, and a faint trace of- trust? Draco looked again and there it was- clear as day.
Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few minutes, before Harry spoke again, "look Mal- er Draco, I still don't know why I should trust you. You haven't exactly given me a reason to." Harry's voice was hesitant, as though he was torn between throwing away his differences with Draco, and the memories of what Draco had ever done to him and his friends.
"Harry," Draco said softly, "is there anything I can to make you trust me? What can I do?"
And then Harry could feel it, somewhere in the bottom of his heart- longing and fear.
"I- I don't know, Draco," after saying that, Harry could feel Draco's disappointment coursing through him. Harry shivered slightly at the feeling, and the disappointment was quickly replaced by concern.
'God, I can't, I can't take this! It's just too much.' Harry's thought were interrupted by Draco's emotions once again pouring through him- this time it was sadness.
Harry glanced up at Draco's forehead again, then reached up and softly pressed his fingers against the scar there. Slowly he moved his hand to his own head, "soul mates." he whispered.
Draco smiled, then glanced at his watch, "Oh, god. It's two in the morning!"
Harry just smiled, "We should probably head back inside now...� But Harry's voice dropped off as Draco leaned in and softly kissed his mouth.
"We'll talk more later," Draco whispered after pulling away and helping Harry to his feet. Silently, Draco pulled out his wand and cast as illusion charm on his forehead. The scar faded from view as the two boys headed back to the castle, and up to their beds.
a/n so, tell me what you think about this chapter. I really hope that it fits your satisfaction (gag!). So anyway, I promise that a plot will be coming soon. Please r&r. (Nobody�s reviewing- everybody hates it, I know it!) Read? Review here.