Well, this is it folks. The chapter you've all been waiting for. Sitting on the edge of your seats, harassing the poor, poor author till she gets up off her butt and writes it, and basically being a nusiance till you got it. Here it is. I won't put too many author's notes here. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: ::sung to the tune of the Oscar Meyer weiner song:: Oh, I wish I owned the Harry Potter crew, that is what I truely wish to owwwwnnn. For if I owned the Harry Potter crew- ::stops suddenly in middle of stupid song:: Well, everyone can pretty much figure out what I would do if I did. But I don't. So oh well, maybe next time.
Warnings: I think I'll leave y'all hanging in this department.
Oh, before I forget, the last chapter was named the way it was because of the amount of foreshadowing my friend said I had put in it. So there.
3 feet on the hows and whys of a Dark wizard (Not Voldemort, hmmmm), 4 feet on the history of some stupid potion (Evil snape!), 3 feet on this month's predictions and star chart (why was he taking this stupid class again??). All due in 2-3 weeks. Harry let his head hit the table with an audible "Thump!" as he let out an annoyed sigh.
"Harry, if you don't get started now, you won't have any of these scrolls done," Hermione reminded him. They were in the library after lunch and trying to make sure no body failed their classes horribly by procrastinating.
Harry released a string of muttered cursed about sadistic teachers, but kept his head on the desk. It was almost Christmas time, and Harry was still dwelling on the mess he had made with his online friend over the summer.
Ron, Hermione, and Neville got up from the table. "We're going back to the common room, Harry." Ron said. "Are you coming?"
Harry sat up and shook his head. "All I did was screw around. I really should at least check out a few books for research. I'll catch up with you guys."
Once they were gone, Harry reached into his bag and pulled out the parchment wrapped bundle that was his printouts. Handling them delicately, as if they would crumble with the slightest mistouch, he unwrapped them and placed the parchment wrapping back in his bag. Then he proceeded to read each and every page. However, as he drew to the back, he grew slower. He stopped just before the last conversation and the email. He didn't want to read those over again. He placed the bundle of papers on top of one of the books and rested his head in his hands. He knew he was making himself depressed on purpose.
With a sigh (Ghod, he was starting to sound like Professor Tyxa) he got up to continue researching for his scrolls. The books piled up on the table as Harry immersed himself in his research. But distraction was not long in coming, in the form of one of his best friends.
"Hey, Harry! C'mon!" Ron rushed back into the library, excited. Madam Pince gave him an evil look for speaking too loud and he continued quieter, chastised. "There's about 4 feet of snow on the ground! We're all going out for a snowball fight!"
Harry grinned. When all else failed, gotta love childish antics in the snow. He got up from the table, leaving the books he wasn't checking out still piled there, and . . . a pile of white papers, forgotten in his excitement, on top of one of the stacks.
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After the snowball fight, Harry, and the rest of the Gryffindors rested peacefully around the fire in the common room. But they all jumped when a pounding sounded at the portrait hole. Ginny jumped up and swung the portrait open. Draco stood in the shadows on the otherside, looking furious at something.
Ron scowled. "Whaddya want, Malfoy?"
Draco held up a stack of papers. Not parchments, just white muggle computer print outs. From his vantage point in near and slightly behind one of the large easy chairs, Harry paled.
"Who's-Are-These?" Draco ground out.
Ginny retreated to next to Colin (1), and Ron took her place. "Malfoy, you've obviously lost it. Those are muggle style papers. They couldn't possibly belong to one of us. Why don't you try Hufflepuff and RavenClaw?"
"I found them in the library right after one of the sixth year Gryffindor study sessions. They belong to one of you."
Ron was about to insult Draco again when another calm voice cut him off. "They're mine."
Everyone turned to stare at Harry as he walked up and gently took the papers from the now gaping Draco. He flipped through them quickly, making sure all 107 of the papers were there. "Thank you for returning them. You didn't read any of them, did you? They're kinda private."
Draco's world had ceased to be in Hogwarts, and became soley fixated on Harry. "Yours? The-they're yours?? But I couldn't be-"
Harry felt a cold chill sweep over him. "You DID read them," he accused.
Draco swallowed with difficulty. "Not-not exactly. Can I talk to you a minute, privately, Potter?"
Harry looked at him warily. "Sure. I'll be back in a minute, guys," he called back over his shoulder, then joined Draco in the hall, shutting the portrait.
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Draco took a few calming breaths before turning to face Harry. He resisted the urge to turn and run to his aunt's room. He likewise resisted the urge to kiss the bishounen infront of him.
"Well?" Harry asked, somewhat impatient. He was somewhat afraid that Draco might spread his discovery around the school.
"Where did you get those?" Draco asked finally.
Harry looked at Draco as if he had just declared he was voluntarily snapping his own wand and going to live as a muggle. "I printed them off my computer. . . why?"
"No, I mean, did someone have you print them out for him, or did they email them to you for a laugh?" Draco began to pace from side to side in the hall, reminding Harry of a cornered animal.
"No, of course not. Why? And what do you know of email?"
Draco whirled and shoved Harry into a wall, hard. Up close and personal, he growled at the black haired boy. "ARE-THEY-YOUR-PERSONAL-CONVERSATIONS-POTTER?!?"
"YES!" Harry took a deep breath and answered again. "Yes, Draco. They are mine. I personally took part in them. No one gave them to me. They're mine, like I said in the common room."
Draco backed up, his eyes wide. Then he seemed to compose himself and turned away from Harry. "Come with me." He began to walk away.
"What?? Why?"
Draco stopped. Without turning around, he said one word Harry had never hear him say, ever.
"Please."
Harry didn't have to think twice, and trotted after Draco, who had begun walking again.
*~*~TBC~*~*
End notes: Yes, I'm evil and I left you all hanging. ::grins:: Now, how long should I make you suffer till the next chapter, hmm?? (1) Wow, you don't hear a lot about either one of the in my story, do you ::reads previous chapters::