Bwahahaha!! You all think I'm evil now, don't you???? ::Giggles insanely:: I was hit on the head as a child and I think I lost a few marbles. . . Anyway, enough about me, on to the story!!
Also, I never explained the "C" thing in chapter 26. Well, it was a kick I was on a while back. It was fun and it was something I could have Draco think Harry was nutz about! ::Grin::
Disclaimer: Hmm?? Disclaimers?? I disclaim my family, does that count?? Well, anyway, Harry Potter and anything associated with Harry Potter is not mine. The plot is though.
Warnings: Let's see. . . I think I'll leave you hanging again!!
Harry followed Draco down the halls, hard pressed to keep up with the silver haired boy's quick gait. Draco seemed to be in a hurry, and the dark haired boy understood. It was after hours, and they were wandering the halls without the assistance of an invisibilty cloak.
He stopped in the shadow of a suit of armor as Draco went up to the Slytherin guard, a large black marble statue of a dragon, and whispered the password. He disappeared inside for a few moments, finally re-emerging with a squarish, parchement wrapped thing in his hands.
Again, Draco took off down the halls, and Harry, who was about 6 inches shorter then Draco, had to jog to keep up this time. After a bit, they veered off, and into an empty classroom. Draco shut and locked the door with his wand. He indicated for Harry to take a seat at one of the desks.
In the classroom he recognized as Raspberry's, Harry opted to sit on one of the desks, instead of at it. Draco sat down in the chair of the desk next to the one Harry sat at. Then he began to unwrap the package he held.
"When I first saw your papers in the library, I panicked," he said. "I thought they were mine, and you and your friends had somehow gotten your hands on them. Then I relaxed, and I realized that, one: the ones I found were highlighted differently, and two: while mine had letters to me from BoiWunder15, the one I found had letters from me to Boi. So they couldn't be mine, and I went to your dorms to find out who they belonged to. Who I had been talking to most of the past 2 summers."
Harry's mouth dried up at the word 'mine'. Draco had finished opening the package, and dropped a packet near identical to Harry's on the desk in front of him. "YOU'RE BrokenDragon85??" Draco nodded, and Harry's breath returned to him in a hurry.
"So, let me get this straight: we spent the better part of the last 2 summers talking to each other?" Again, Draco nodded, looking down miserably at his papers. "That's fucked up."
"Are you always this stupid or are you making a special effort today?" Draco replied.
Harry gaped at the gray eyed boy. Then he remembered that that was one of the things he told BrokenDragon85 in one of their first conversations. He smiled. "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo: Dickhead."
Draco looked up at Harry, shocked. Harry was grinning, and didn't seem in the least angry. "You're not mad?"
Harry looked at Draco weirdly. "Mad about what? That we found someone to talk to when the loneliness was at it's worst? Or that we revealed our deepest, darkest secrets to a stranger online, only to have it hit a bit closer to home? It seems as if fate likes throwing the two of us curveballs."
"But-but. . .ack! Good point though." Harry snickered at Draco's inarticulateness. Draco flipped through his papers and stopped on one near the beginning. "'He makes fun of everything from my hair to the fact that my parents are dead.'"
Harry cringed slightly as he remembered that particular conversation. He had been talking about Draco, of course, obviously to Draco. Draco flipped the page and continued. "'Like like. As in "Guy sees guy2, guy2 teases guy mercilessly, guy falls in love secretly with guy2" like.'"
Draco looked up at Harry as Harry looked down at his lap, deciding his hands were the most interesting thing in the known universe. "Harry," Draco said softly.
Harry opted not to reply, "Look at me," Draco commanded quietly. Harry shook his head, afraid of what Draco would find lurking in the back of his eyes. There was the sound of a chair begin pushed back, and then Draco's cool fingers were tilting Harry's chin up. For a few seconds, they just stared at each other, silently. Then Harry broke the staring contest and closed his eyes, trying to pull away from the intoxicating, gorgeous boy standing in front of him.
Then his eyes flew back open, as Draco leaned down and kissed him softly. But they slitted closed again as Harry relaxed. It was a gentle kiss, the mere pressing of lips against lips and nothing more. It was meant to convey what Draco really thought of Harry, which it did. As Draco went to move back, Harry moved forward, not wanting to let go.
Draco's hand moved from Harry's chin, to splay across his cheek and jawline, and Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. The kiss became a bit more insistant, as Draco opened his mouth and pushed his tongue gently against Harry's closed lips. Harry opened his own mouth at the request, and their tongues interwined with one another in a clumsy, but passionate, dance.
They finally broke apart as the need for air became more and more apparent. Draco leaned his forehead against Harry's and looked down at him. Harry left his hands around Draco's neck.
Then Draco spoke softly. "'To quote Shakespeare: My only love sprung from my only hate'"
Harry's eyes lit up happily. He finally understood the reference. "You know, this is extremely Romeo & Juliet-ish," He said as Draco wrapped his arms around him, pulling them even closer.
Draco laughed. "Yeah, you as a Potter and raised by muggles, and me as a Malfoy. But would that make me Romeo or Juliet?"
Harry snickered in reply. "How about Romeo & Romeo then?" He sighed and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "But Romeo and Juliet had the friar. I can't think of anyone who would advocate this."
Draco tilted his head and looked Harry in the eye. "My aunt." He said simply. Harry looked at him quizzically. "She's the only one who knows about 'this'." he continued. Then he laughed. "But I doubt she would marry us."
Harry chuckled and closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of being this close to the other boy. "I really do love you, ya know. Romeo and Juliet fell in love at one party and were married 2 days later. I've had 5 years."
Draco pulled Harry tight against him, giving him a fierce hug. "You You know, I've dreamt every night for at least the past two years of you saying that- well, not exactly that, but somewhere along those lines. I love you, too."
Harry smiled against Draco's shoulder. A sudden thump startled them both, and they jump. Looking down, Harry turned red as he realized his packet had fallen off his lap, and onto the floor. Draco just laughed, and bent down to pick it up. "We should get back to the dorms, before the rest of the Gryffindors come for my blood. Don't want them thinking I molested their Golden Boi, do we?"
Harry smirked. "And what if I do?" Draco raised on fine eyebrow, and Harry blushed. He climbed off the desk, and retrieved his papers from Draco. "Tomorrow's Sunday. We can probably meet over by the quiddich field after lunch, if you want to."
"Of course I do. Just remember to bring the papers." They walked to the door of the classroom, which Draco unlocked, and walked down the hall towards the Gryffindor dorms, hand in hand. Harry felt like he was walking on air, and had to resist the urge to skip, like a muggle schoolgirl.
A short ways away from the portrait, Draco stopped and pulled Harry into the shadows of the large hall. "This is as far as I go, Boi," he said, then kissed Harry softly again. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast."
Harry nodded, and they separated. Harry walked backwards until Draco turned down a side corridor and he could no longer see him. Then Harry turned around, giving into his urge, and putting a bit of a bounce in his step.
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End notes: Umm, the title comes from this really weird quote I read one day that said: "You couldn't get a clue during clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance!!" ~Edward Flaherty~
