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*sighs* So many presents, so little time...*laughs* Here's the first part of the BIG present I promised Regret, The Last Words You Said. I've been working on it for ages and ages, and considering the fact that it's like, 11 pages as of now, and I don' like posting long parts, I'm splitting it! :) So here, I hope you enjoy it... Oh! And thanks to Cai for the beta--honestly, you two babes are the best. :)*sighs* I don't know how anyone can put up with this! This is so typical I could die!
Harry sighed, propping his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window. The bright blue sky was too cheerful for his gray mood, and he dragged his eyes away from the picturesque view to pillow his head on his arms.
"What's up, Harry?" Ron asked, looking up from The Daily Prophet's Quidditch page and watching him curiously. 'Why're you so down? Cho break a date again?"
"No." Harry attempted to smile, his stomach twisting itself into knots. "It's not Cho."
"Then what is it?" Ron stood up and stretched, making his way over to the window and staring out over the green.
"I don't want to talk about it." Harry declared sourly, his voice muffled by the sleeves of his robes.
"Harry--"
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Ron, be quiet about it!" Hermione interrupted from the other side of the common room. "If Harry doesn't want to talk about it right now, don't badger him! He'll tell us when he's ready!"
Oh, yeah, Harry thought, sinking deeper in his dark mood. I'm never going to be ready to tell you that I'm attracted to HIM. I might as well just kill myself now, and spare Ron the trouble.
"Harry, no matter what it is, it can't be as bad as you think it is," Ron declared helpfully, a silly grin twisting his lips.
"Go play chess or something. I'm going to go flying."
"Fine! I won't try to be encouraging!" Ron threw his hands in the air and pointed to Seamus, who stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring wide like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. "I'm going to play you!"
Harry rolled his eyes and made his way to the door, bumping slightly into a glaring Seamus. "Thanks so much!" Seamus sighed as they passed each other, and Harry remained silent, shaking his head as he walked into the hallway. There had to be some suitable explanation for this--infatuations didn't just magically appear overnight, not even at Hogwarts...did they? He frowned and pondered that thought as he stepped down stairs and made his way to the Quidditch field with his broom. There had to be a logical explanation--Hermione would undoubtedly be able to find out what it was...that is, if Harry dared to tell her what was wrong.
He tilted his head up and squinted against the glare of sunlight, freezing as a figure came down from the sky. Oh, no… not him...please... The gods were not favorable to Harry Potter, however, as sunlight glinted off undeniably silvery hair, and the familiar smirk appeared as gray eyes swept over the dark-haired boy still on the ground. The two stared at each other silently.
"Have you forgotten how to speak, Potter?" The cultured sneer in that voice made Harry start, and he flushed, realizing that he had just been sitting there staring at his archenemy like an idiot.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he growled, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach.
"I'm flying, obviously," Draco gestured to his broom--and indeed, he was floating still. "A better question would be what are you doing here, staring at me like the drooling idiot you pretend not to be?"
Harry glared, anger making him silent as he jerkily mounted his broomstick and pushed off from the ground. He looked around and narrowed his eyes. "I'll race you." Harry murmured.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "That was a quick change of subject. Do you think you'll be able to keep up with me?"
"I'm going to beat you. To that tree." As soon as he pointed it out, Harry sped toward the target, glancing over to the side and noting that Draco was right beside him, sleek and intent, as they urged their brooms to go ever faster. Their breathing synchronized and the world froze around them. The only things existing were the two of them and the tree. Harry's eyes narrowed--he would win this race. Draco eyes darted abruptly upward and he gave a surprised yell, disappearing suddenly as his broom fell to the field. Harry blinked and cried out an instant later, dropping his broom as his robes got caught on thick, brown tree branches.
"Bloody hell!" Draco spat, dangling next to Harry, his face a mask of anger as he struggled against the branches holding him. Harry choked back a laugh, and Draco glared at him. "It's your fault we're stuck!"
"If we'd been looking where we were going..."
"I--I was!" Draco pushed vainly at the tree branches. "It's not my fault the branches were obscuring the way to the goal!"
Harry shook his head, shaking slightly with his laughter, although he knew that he should be trying to find a way out of the situation. Dangling in a tree from some unknown height wasn't exactly the best time to have a fit of giggles.
Draco shot a glance at Harry, his eyes showing that he obviously doubted the sanity of his rival. He struggled to reach his wand, lunging forward with a grunt. "Aha!" Harry glanced at Draco, and Draco arched his eyebrow again. "I am never without my wand, Potter. Wingardium Leviosa!" Draco floated safely to the ground, smirking at Harry, who was still stuck.
"You can't leave me hanging here, Malfoy!" Harry shouted down at him, and Draco's smirk grew wider.
"Oh, I could...but a gentleman never leaves his fellows...hanging. Divello robe!" Harry waved his arms about in a panic as his robe shredded at the places where it was caught, and he went hurtling towards the ground. Draco yelped as Harry landed directly on him, and they fell down in a tumble of limbs.
"Whew!" Harry panted. "Thanks for breaking my fall, Malfoy."
"Will you get off me, Potter?!" Draco pushed angrily at Harry's shoulder, blowing strands of hair out of his face. Before he could stop himself, Harry tenderly brushed the argent-colored gossamer away from Draco's forehead. Draco caught Harry's wrist, and they stared silently at each other once more. Draco did have beautiful eyes...
"Potter?" Once again, Draco was the first to break the quiet.
"Yes?" Harry asked, his voice slightly breathless.
"Getting off me would be nice."
But...I don't want to, Harry thought as he jerked away from Draco and sat up. He went down in a heap as Draco pushed him from behind, landing face first in the dirt and losing his glasses in the process. When Harry finally found his glasses and pushed his way back to sitting, he found Draco smugly touching the tree.
"I win."
"You bloody wanker!" Harry stood up and brushed at his robes absently. "You cheated!"
Draco negligently waved his hand in the air, dismissing Harry's comment. "That doesn't matter. I won. That's what's important."
"Whatever happened to fair play?" Harry wondered as he stalked toward Draco, glaring.
"Fair play?" Draco looked artfully innocent. "Oh, that must be one of those odd Gryffindor notions."
"Argh!" Harry tackled Draco, and they fell over again, pushing at each other and yelping in pain as elbows and knees got in the way of stomachs and chins. After a moment of the tussle, Harry triumphantly tossed his hair out of his eyes, pinning Draco securely beneath him.
"Let go, Potter." Draco growled, struggling beneath the stronger boy and trying to tug his wrists out of Harry's grip.
"Now, what was that about fair play?" Harry asked with a grin, looking down smugly at Draco.
"It's a notion that overly noble Gryffindor Seekers believes exists!" Draco's eyes flared silver. "Gryffindors never get what they want because they aren't willing to do whatever is necessary to get their goal--it's a well-known fact!"
"Oh, really?" Harry stared down at Draco, swallowing in nervousness. This was what he wanted--Draco's eyes flashing silver with annoyance, leaves and blades of grass tangled in the mass of his normally perfect hair, flushed and squirming beneath him.
"Yes, really!" Draco glared up at Harry. "Now, if you please, let me go--” Harry’s mouth crashed down inexpertly onto Draco's, taking advantage of the fact that his mouth was open to lick at Draco's lip. Draco tasted of honey and tea, and Harry groaned, letting go of Draco's hands as he pulled Draco closer to him. Everything was hot and wet, and Harry experimentally ran his tongue against Draco's teeth, enjoying the feeling of smoothness that contrasted with the fever of Draco himself. He heard Draco whimper, felt those pale, aristocratic hands tangling with the fabric on his shoulders, kneading like a cat. Oh, yes...this was what he wanted...
Draco ripped away from his embrace, pushing at Harry frantically, scrambling up from the ground. His hair was tousled, rippling in waves over the nape of his neck, a few stubborn strands cascading over his forehead as he panted, his wide eyes pinned to Harry, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"What the fuck!?" Draco gasped, his chest heaving with each breath. Draco's eyes were wide with shock, and his fingers drifted up slowly to touch lips that were bruised and slightly swollen from Harry's kiss. Harry blushed furiously, standing up and backing away in horror. What had he done? Merlin, Ron was going to kill him when he found out! If Malfoy didn't kill him, first...
"Well," Harry swallowed as he stared at Draco. "I was taking what I wanted--that's what you were saying, right?" Harry smiled and took a step toward Draco. Draco backed up. "And besides, your hair was messy, and you looked...kissable."
Draco stared at him incomprehensibly. "You are...so wrong..." Draco turned tail and ran towards the castle, his robes flapping in the breeze.
That went...well, Harry thought, staring after Draco. He didn't try to kill me...that's good. He smiled, his fingers drifting up to touch his own mouth. Draco had kissed back. Do you think I'm going to stop now, Draco? He wondered silently. I'm not afraid of getting what I want...after all; the Sorting Hat DID almost put me in Slytherin... Harry noticed a glint on the ground, and his smile grew wider as he picked up Draco's forgotten wand.
His mood had greatly improved.
Harry thoughtfully put Draco's broom in the Quidditch supplies shed and wandered back up to the Gryffindor common room, that smile still playing on his lips.
"Feeling better, are you?" Ron asked eagerly, taking Harry's entrance as the opportunity to shut the book that Hermione was making him study.
"Yeah, Ron," Harry grinned. "You can't imagine how good I feel right now..."
"Well, I'm glad you worked yourself out."
"So am I, Ron. So am I."
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Harry smoothed his hair back a final, futile time and fiddled nervously with Draco's wand. He hadn't come back for it--fortunately, it was Saturday, so it wasn't needed for classes...but...he hadn't come back. Was Harry wrong?
"Come on!" Ron declared, looking longingly at the door. "If you keep primping, we'll miss dinner!"
"I'm not primping, Ron! Jeez!" Harry stomped his way down the stairs with Ron who kept up the chatter as they continued to the dining hall.
"Sure you're not. You remind me of Percy right before he asked Penelope out!" Ron chuckled. "Come on, you can tell me--who is she?"
"No one! Drop it, Ron!"
"Okay, okay. You don't have to yell." They sat down at the Gryffindor table, and Harry continued to ignore everyone, keeping an eye out for a particularly hard-to-find blonde Slytherin. Draco finally came storming in, a faint line of worry between his eyebrows.
"No, I don't know where my wand is, Vincent, otherwise, I would help you," he was telling Crabbe as they sat down in their corner of the table. Harry stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table, noting the lack of conversation and the air of anticipation falling over the room as he made his way closer to Draco.
"Are you missing this, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he brandished Draco's wand. The Slytherin table went deathly quiet.
"My wand!" Draco burst out involuntarily. His eyes narrowed. "How did you get it?"
"Remember--today on the Quidditch field? You left it behind? After saving me from the tree?" Draco pinkened slightly at Harry's words, and Harry grinned slightly, feeling the weight of the students’ eyes on them in full force.
"Give it back, Potter."
"Certainly." Harry handed Draco his wand, and Draco looked at him suspiciously. Feeling generous, Harry leaned close enough to whisper to Draco, quietly enough so that no one at the Slytherin table would be able to hear what he said. "Don't I get a kiss? It's only fair...” Draco’s fist connected solidly with Harry's jaw, but before there could be any uproar from the Gryffindor table, Harry burst out laughing. "The look on your face!!" Harry chortled, working his jaw in an attempt to make the pain go away.
Gasping out a final chuckle before taking a deep, calming breath, Harry stepped away from Draco, eyeing him speculatively before running his hand quickly through Draco's hair. "I liked you better when your hair was messy." Draco flushed a deep red, and Harry nonchalantly went back to the Gryffindor table, taking his seat with a bright smile. He looked curiously at his silent housemates. "Will someone please pass the mashed potatoes? I'm hungry."
The conversation flooded back immediately, and he looked over at Ron and Hermione, who were looking back at him with the same intent expression on their faces. "HIM?" Harry shrugged, smiled, and continued to eat.
TBC
Harry sighed, propping his chin on his hand as he gazed out the window. The bright blue sky was too cheerful for his gray mood, and he dragged his eyes away from the picturesque view to pillow his head on his arms.
"What's up, Harry?" Ron asked, looking up from The Daily Prophet's Quidditch page and watching him curiously. 'Why're you so down? Cho break a date again?"
"No." Harry attempted to smile, his stomach twisting itself into knots. "It's not Cho."
"Then what is it?" Ron stood up and stretched, making his way over to the window and staring out over the green.
"I don't want to talk about it." Harry declared sourly, his voice muffled by the sleeves of his robes.
"Harry--"
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Ron, be quiet about it!" Hermione interrupted from the other side of the common room. "If Harry doesn't want to talk about it right now, don't badger him! He'll tell us when he's ready!"
Oh, yeah, Harry thought, sinking deeper in his dark mood. I'm never going to be ready to tell you that I'm attracted to HIM. I might as well just kill myself now, and spare Ron the trouble.
"Harry, no matter what it is, it can't be as bad as you think it is," Ron declared helpfully, a silly grin twisting his lips.
"Go play chess or something. I'm going to go flying."
"Fine! I won't try to be encouraging!" Ron threw his hands in the air and pointed to Seamus, who stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring wide like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. "I'm going to play you!"
Harry rolled his eyes and made his way to the door, bumping slightly into a glaring Seamus. "Thanks so much!" Seamus sighed as they passed each other, and Harry remained silent, shaking his head as he walked into the hallway. There had to be some suitable explanation for this--infatuations didn't just magically appear overnight, not even at Hogwarts...did they? He frowned and pondered that thought as he stepped down stairs and made his way to the Quidditch field with his broom. There had to be a logical explanation--Hermione would undoubtedly be able to find out what it was...that is, if Harry dared to tell her what was wrong.
He tilted his head up and squinted against the glare of sunlight, freezing as a figure came down from the sky. Oh, no… not him...please... The gods were not favorable to Harry Potter, however, as sunlight glinted off undeniably silvery hair, and the familiar smirk appeared as gray eyes swept over the dark-haired boy still on the ground. The two stared at each other silently.
"Have you forgotten how to speak, Potter?" The cultured sneer in that voice made Harry start, and he flushed, realizing that he had just been sitting there staring at his archenemy like an idiot.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he growled, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach.
"I'm flying, obviously," Draco gestured to his broom--and indeed, he was floating still. "A better question would be what are you doing here, staring at me like the drooling idiot you pretend not to be?"
Harry glared, anger making him silent as he jerkily mounted his broomstick and pushed off from the ground. He looked around and narrowed his eyes. "I'll race you." Harry murmured.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "That was a quick change of subject. Do you think you'll be able to keep up with me?"
"I'm going to beat you. To that tree." As soon as he pointed it out, Harry sped toward the target, glancing over to the side and noting that Draco was right beside him, sleek and intent, as they urged their brooms to go ever faster. Their breathing synchronized and the world froze around them. The only things existing were the two of them and the tree. Harry's eyes narrowed--he would win this race. Draco eyes darted abruptly upward and he gave a surprised yell, disappearing suddenly as his broom fell to the field. Harry blinked and cried out an instant later, dropping his broom as his robes got caught on thick, brown tree branches.
"Bloody hell!" Draco spat, dangling next to Harry, his face a mask of anger as he struggled against the branches holding him. Harry choked back a laugh, and Draco glared at him. "It's your fault we're stuck!"
"If we'd been looking where we were going..."
"I--I was!" Draco pushed vainly at the tree branches. "It's not my fault the branches were obscuring the way to the goal!"
Harry shook his head, shaking slightly with his laughter, although he knew that he should be trying to find a way out of the situation. Dangling in a tree from some unknown height wasn't exactly the best time to have a fit of giggles.
Draco shot a glance at Harry, his eyes showing that he obviously doubted the sanity of his rival. He struggled to reach his wand, lunging forward with a grunt. "Aha!" Harry glanced at Draco, and Draco arched his eyebrow again. "I am never without my wand, Potter. Wingardium Leviosa!" Draco floated safely to the ground, smirking at Harry, who was still stuck.
"You can't leave me hanging here, Malfoy!" Harry shouted down at him, and Draco's smirk grew wider.
"Oh, I could...but a gentleman never leaves his fellows...hanging. Divello robe!" Harry waved his arms about in a panic as his robe shredded at the places where it was caught, and he went hurtling towards the ground. Draco yelped as Harry landed directly on him, and they fell down in a tumble of limbs.
"Whew!" Harry panted. "Thanks for breaking my fall, Malfoy."
"Will you get off me, Potter?!" Draco pushed angrily at Harry's shoulder, blowing strands of hair out of his face. Before he could stop himself, Harry tenderly brushed the argent-colored gossamer away from Draco's forehead. Draco caught Harry's wrist, and they stared silently at each other once more. Draco did have beautiful eyes...
"Potter?" Once again, Draco was the first to break the quiet.
"Yes?" Harry asked, his voice slightly breathless.
"Getting off me would be nice."
But...I don't want to, Harry thought as he jerked away from Draco and sat up. He went down in a heap as Draco pushed him from behind, landing face first in the dirt and losing his glasses in the process. When Harry finally found his glasses and pushed his way back to sitting, he found Draco smugly touching the tree.
"I win."
"You bloody wanker!" Harry stood up and brushed at his robes absently. "You cheated!"
Draco negligently waved his hand in the air, dismissing Harry's comment. "That doesn't matter. I won. That's what's important."
"Whatever happened to fair play?" Harry wondered as he stalked toward Draco, glaring.
"Fair play?" Draco looked artfully innocent. "Oh, that must be one of those odd Gryffindor notions."
"Argh!" Harry tackled Draco, and they fell over again, pushing at each other and yelping in pain as elbows and knees got in the way of stomachs and chins. After a moment of the tussle, Harry triumphantly tossed his hair out of his eyes, pinning Draco securely beneath him.
"Let go, Potter." Draco growled, struggling beneath the stronger boy and trying to tug his wrists out of Harry's grip.
"Now, what was that about fair play?" Harry asked with a grin, looking down smugly at Draco.
"It's a notion that overly noble Gryffindor Seekers believes exists!" Draco's eyes flared silver. "Gryffindors never get what they want because they aren't willing to do whatever is necessary to get their goal--it's a well-known fact!"
"Oh, really?" Harry stared down at Draco, swallowing in nervousness. This was what he wanted--Draco's eyes flashing silver with annoyance, leaves and blades of grass tangled in the mass of his normally perfect hair, flushed and squirming beneath him.
"Yes, really!" Draco glared up at Harry. "Now, if you please, let me go--” Harry’s mouth crashed down inexpertly onto Draco's, taking advantage of the fact that his mouth was open to lick at Draco's lip. Draco tasted of honey and tea, and Harry groaned, letting go of Draco's hands as he pulled Draco closer to him. Everything was hot and wet, and Harry experimentally ran his tongue against Draco's teeth, enjoying the feeling of smoothness that contrasted with the fever of Draco himself. He heard Draco whimper, felt those pale, aristocratic hands tangling with the fabric on his shoulders, kneading like a cat. Oh, yes...this was what he wanted...
Draco ripped away from his embrace, pushing at Harry frantically, scrambling up from the ground. His hair was tousled, rippling in waves over the nape of his neck, a few stubborn strands cascading over his forehead as he panted, his wide eyes pinned to Harry, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"What the fuck!?" Draco gasped, his chest heaving with each breath. Draco's eyes were wide with shock, and his fingers drifted up slowly to touch lips that were bruised and slightly swollen from Harry's kiss. Harry blushed furiously, standing up and backing away in horror. What had he done? Merlin, Ron was going to kill him when he found out! If Malfoy didn't kill him, first...
"Well," Harry swallowed as he stared at Draco. "I was taking what I wanted--that's what you were saying, right?" Harry smiled and took a step toward Draco. Draco backed up. "And besides, your hair was messy, and you looked...kissable."
Draco stared at him incomprehensibly. "You are...so wrong..." Draco turned tail and ran towards the castle, his robes flapping in the breeze.
That went...well, Harry thought, staring after Draco. He didn't try to kill me...that's good. He smiled, his fingers drifting up to touch his own mouth. Draco had kissed back. Do you think I'm going to stop now, Draco? He wondered silently. I'm not afraid of getting what I want...after all; the Sorting Hat DID almost put me in Slytherin... Harry noticed a glint on the ground, and his smile grew wider as he picked up Draco's forgotten wand.
His mood had greatly improved.
Harry thoughtfully put Draco's broom in the Quidditch supplies shed and wandered back up to the Gryffindor common room, that smile still playing on his lips.
"Feeling better, are you?" Ron asked eagerly, taking Harry's entrance as the opportunity to shut the book that Hermione was making him study.
"Yeah, Ron," Harry grinned. "You can't imagine how good I feel right now..."
"Well, I'm glad you worked yourself out."
"So am I, Ron. So am I."
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Harry smoothed his hair back a final, futile time and fiddled nervously with Draco's wand. He hadn't come back for it--fortunately, it was Saturday, so it wasn't needed for classes...but...he hadn't come back. Was Harry wrong?
"Come on!" Ron declared, looking longingly at the door. "If you keep primping, we'll miss dinner!"
"I'm not primping, Ron! Jeez!" Harry stomped his way down the stairs with Ron who kept up the chatter as they continued to the dining hall.
"Sure you're not. You remind me of Percy right before he asked Penelope out!" Ron chuckled. "Come on, you can tell me--who is she?"
"No one! Drop it, Ron!"
"Okay, okay. You don't have to yell." They sat down at the Gryffindor table, and Harry continued to ignore everyone, keeping an eye out for a particularly hard-to-find blonde Slytherin. Draco finally came storming in, a faint line of worry between his eyebrows.
"No, I don't know where my wand is, Vincent, otherwise, I would help you," he was telling Crabbe as they sat down in their corner of the table. Harry stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table, noting the lack of conversation and the air of anticipation falling over the room as he made his way closer to Draco.
"Are you missing this, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he brandished Draco's wand. The Slytherin table went deathly quiet.
"My wand!" Draco burst out involuntarily. His eyes narrowed. "How did you get it?"
"Remember--today on the Quidditch field? You left it behind? After saving me from the tree?" Draco pinkened slightly at Harry's words, and Harry grinned slightly, feeling the weight of the students’ eyes on them in full force.
"Give it back, Potter."
"Certainly." Harry handed Draco his wand, and Draco looked at him suspiciously. Feeling generous, Harry leaned close enough to whisper to Draco, quietly enough so that no one at the Slytherin table would be able to hear what he said. "Don't I get a kiss? It's only fair...” Draco’s fist connected solidly with Harry's jaw, but before there could be any uproar from the Gryffindor table, Harry burst out laughing. "The look on your face!!" Harry chortled, working his jaw in an attempt to make the pain go away.
Gasping out a final chuckle before taking a deep, calming breath, Harry stepped away from Draco, eyeing him speculatively before running his hand quickly through Draco's hair. "I liked you better when your hair was messy." Draco flushed a deep red, and Harry nonchalantly went back to the Gryffindor table, taking his seat with a bright smile. He looked curiously at his silent housemates. "Will someone please pass the mashed potatoes? I'm hungry."
The conversation flooded back immediately, and he looked over at Ron and Hermione, who were looking back at him with the same intent expression on their faces. "HIM?" Harry shrugged, smiled, and continued to eat.
TBC