Pre-Ordained

Ch. 4
So, thank you one and all for reviewing. Honestly, you guys make me feel so loved. Okay, now too much ‘sweet’ stuff. I’m thinking the hardcore stuff has to come soon.
What do you guys think?
Later,
Errad
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Draco lay in his bed, his mind spiraling from last night’s events. He sat up slowly; when he rubbed his eyes he could feel tears upon them. Even though he had promised Potter that he would get him, he wasn’t so sure that he could. Resting his head upon the carved Slytherin emblem on his bed, he thought hard about his next actions.

Sitting there, hunched up, the idea came to him. He would lie to Harry; it was needed rderrder for him to feel Harry in his arms, to feel his hand clasping his. Shuddering in anticipation, he got dressed as fast as he could, and instead of slicking his hair back, he let it fall about his face in silvery-blonde locks.

Malfoy entered the Great Hall for breakfast with his usual sneer, his cloak billowing out behind him. Suddenly, the urge to look back grasped at him, and turning around he say Harry Potter, his frame outlined in the double door way, his black so so beautifully messy, and a black and green Slytherin cloak blowing around him, tearing madly at him, flapping in a non-existent wind. Under his glasses, green eyes blazed, shining like emeralds. Just when hope started to spring from Draco like a fountain, Hermione stepped out by his side, wearing a magnificent green robes, embroidered with silver in a delicate pattern. Gliding, the pair moved towards the Gryffindor table, their heads erect with pride. Murmurs swept the school.

“Mudblood…. Slytherin…yes!”

“Unbelievable, Potter and Granger turned towards the Dark Side.”

Malfoy raised his voice, “So, a mudblood, and The Boy Who Lived are in Slytherin? This is a stain on all Slytherins, and I, for one, shall not be dirtied by them, since they are not fit to wipe my feet,” he spat, with venom.

“Unfortunately for you Malfoy,” Harry paused dropping his cloak and revealing brilliant scarlet and gold robes, and Hermione doing the same, “We have no desire to be in Slytherin, but we do,” he said, trampling on the cloak, “Have a desire to trample on them.”
Malfoy was stunned. He didn’t think this was the same Potter that was in his arms but a day ago, in the tower, kissing him, this was, this was…nobody he knew, nobody he loved passionately.
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Harry’s heart didn’t feel, and his mind only mutely registered what he had done. He didn’t believe that he could be so cruel. What choice did he have? He had to make it clear to Malfoy, to Draco, that he did not care for him.

“I just don’t swing that way, Malfoy, if you get my drift,” Potter sad, sneering slightly.

“It’s just too bad, ‘cause right about now, I don’t see that you have a choice,” Malfoy replied coolly, thankfully, the others were now absorbed in their own conversations.

“Are you mad, Malfoy? Has the Dark Lord addled with your brains? No means no,” Potter warned.

Glancing at him quickly, Draco replied, “So there is where the problem lies? Well, let me assure you on that point, I got tortured by my father because of my decision, and I’m not going Dark, I have seen the Light, and I’m following it, as straight as you are.” Tossing his head, in an aggravated manner, he left.

“Draco! Draco!” he called after him, and ran towards him, “You...you…aren’t with him?” Draco just nodded in response. “Oh, Draco, come with me, I need to show you, tell you, so many things I have kept locked up in my heart, and now, I believe that you, too, may feel…”

“Harry,” Draco replied tenderly, “Don’t tell show,” he led Harry, whose heart was racing and he felt that Draco surely heard the pounding, to a room behind a tapestry that contained everything one would wish.
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Okay, the cha chapter, maybe, I\'ll write it today, maybe I won\'t. ;) Tell me what you think about the end of this chapter, belivebale or not? I might change it.
-Errad