Only Time

Chapter 5 - Vision of the Heart

It was lunchtime and the students began to arrive in the great hall.
"Answer for Ron Harry," said Ron
while he shoved a piece of bread in front of his friends face.
"Stop that, Ron," ranted Harry.
"You stop that! Already it’s been a week
and you still have a long face," established Ron, "Whatever happened,
it couldn’t have been that bad."
"The face of what? Is that some kind of
wizard dialect?" asked Harry confused, "But yes, what happened was
somewhat horrible... I screwed up, mate," he completed while covering his
face with his hands.
"Explain," Ron said with his mouth
full of chicken and vegetable.
"Oh, its difficult to explain,"
started Harry, "Because even I don’t understand it. Actually, I didn’t
understand anything."
"That’s not surprising," murmured
Ron, "Mail!" said Ron while pointing towards the owls flying overhead,
"Bloody Hell!" cursed Ron when an owl flew towards his head.
The owl, black as night, passed over the
students, nearly hitting them. If finally landed on the Slytherin table awaiting
the orders of its owner.
"Hello Satan," said Draco stroking
the owl’s head, "Thanks," he said after removing the parcel from its
leg.
The owl gracefully started from the Slytherin
table and after circling a few times, it left the Great Hall.
"Hey that owl was trying to hit me. Look
at who the owner is," commented Ron.
"Who is it?" asked Harry while
turning towards the direction that Ron indicated.
"Who do you think? Its Malfoy, of course,"
answered Ron rudely.
"Good morning," greeted Hermione
while she sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Only for you," answered a grumpy Ron.
"Good morning, Mione," answered Harry,
looking at Ron rudely.
"Bad day?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Any day involving Malfoy is a very bad
day!" exclaimed Ron exasperated.
"What did he do to irritate you now?"
asked Hermione, while exchanging looks with Harry.
"His owl was flying into everyone!"
ranted Ron, "I bet you he trained the damn bird, which looks like a death
omen, to fly into innocent people while the eat lunch!" he completed.
"You are far from innocent, Ronald Weasley,"
said Hermione, while Ron blushed causing Harry to laugh.
"Er…that is another matter. It doesn’t
have anything to do with that prat," muttered Ron, "And that bird
still was trained! Probably just for Malfoy’s entertainment. Anything and
everything to spoil that little son of a bitch!" continued Ron, "They
treat him like a bloody girl! By Merlin, even Ginny isn’t treated like that at
home," he completed causing Hermione to choke on her pumpkin juice.
"What did you say?" asked Harry.
"That he’s a spoiled son of a bitch,"
answered Ron.
"No, after that," H ges gesticulated
for Ron to continue.
"That they treat him like a damn girl,"
answered Ron again, but his face showed he didn’t understand.
Harry didn’t move or say a word, which
concerned his friends who were now trying to get his attention in vain. Phrases
and scenes flew through his mind.

"And how would you differentiate between a
male veela and a female veela?"
"I would say that you can differentiate
by the smell"
"Hints? What hints? I don’t know what
you’re talking about, Ha…I mean, Potter."
"But do you know, Harry? No matter what
your sexual preference, you’d still be my friend"
"I do not look like an old lady!"
"Draco I. Malfoy, and the pleasure is all
yours"
"What’s your middle name?"
"Isabele"
"Isabele is a girl\'s name"
"You love what you see. But your eyes
mislead you, Harry"

"Yes! That’s it Why didn’t I notice it
before? If was in right in front of my eyes the whole time!" said loudly,
causing his friends to be frightened, "That’s why she was so sad,"
he concluded.
"She who? Who are you talking about?"
asked an exasperated Ron.
"I’m talking about the girl I love!"
said Harry smiling, "But that does not more look me in the expensive one,"
spoke Harry with a sad face.
"She loves you. She’ll understand, Harry,"
said Hermione with a comforting smile on her lips.
"You knew?" asked Harry, and Hermione
nodded her head, "But you didn’t tell me?" he continued, with a tone
of indignation in his voice.
"She knew about what?" questioned Ron,
"Will anyone tell me what’s going on?" asked Ron when he saw that
his two friends were ignoring him.
"I didn’t have the right," Hermione
answered weakly lowering her face, "She had good reasons for not telling
anyone. But I really do feel sorry for keeping it from you, and for laughing at
you when you came and told me what Trelawny had said," she completed,
looking at Harry, and giving a concerned look towards Ron.
Harry, sensing Hermione’s worry asked his
friend, "Ron, do you remember anything from when you were little?"
"From the first or second time?"
asked Ron, still not understanding.
"Second, when you drank Neville’s potion,"
explained Harry.
"Not a lot, just some flashes. Mainly from
when Hermione was mad," he said earning a pinch from his friend, "hey,
it’s the truth, you weren’t very nice to me," he continued while
looking at the red mark on his arm, "That’s going to turn purple!"
he finished and stuck out his tongue at Hermione.
"Grow up Ron!" said Hermione, while
Ron shrank down in his chair, "Where are you going Harry?" she asked
as he got up and walked towards the Slytherin table.
"I’m going to find Isabele, and try and
talk to her. I’ll see you both later," he said and left quickly.
"Isabele….what a pretty name,"
thought Hermione.
"Who the devil is Isabele?" inquired
Ron, who was being ignored by Hermione, "Do I know her?"
"I don’t think so. After all, the eyes
are misleading," answered Hermione smiling.
Harry was getting discourage, because he had
looked in all of the halls and still ht fot found Draco. Then he remembered
that he could use the Marauder’s Map, and he started running in the direction
of the Gryffindor Tower. After consulting the map and grabbing his cloak, he ran
towards the library. And when he got there, he quickly found who he was looking
for. She was next to a large pile of books, and was looking incessantly for
another on the shelf. He thought this was funny because today was the last trip
to Hogsmeade.
"Potions for Beginners, Intermediate
Potions, Potions for Lunatics, Potions Lawfully Prohibited. No its none of these,"
muttered Draco, and took out one of the books.
"Before you looked like an old lady, now
you’re acting like one. I would have to say that one’s worse," a voice
said from the other side of the shelf, frightening Draco, and causing her to
knock all the books to the ground.
It made a loud bang, which called the attention
of the librarian, Irma Pince, and everyone else in the library, causing the
blood to drain from Draco’s face.
"What do you think you’re doing Mr.
Malfoy?" asked Madam Pince roughly.
"I tripped," he quickly replied.
"Try to pay more attention from now on, or
I’ll have to suspend your library privileges, and I might have to send a fine
home to your parents," said the librarian. Draco picked up the books off
the ground, and set them on the table. Then he walked towards the part of the
shelf where he heard the voice. However, he found nothing there which made him
very curious.
"I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean
to," said Harry, under his cloak, in a very quiet voice that was still loud
enough for Draco to hear him. Draco started to move away, but Harry was quicker
and said, "Please don’t make me be loud, Isabele," said Harry still
whispering, "You said to me that I loved what I saw, right?" asked
Harry.
"Yes," answered Draco weakly, while
staring at nothing.
"I thought about that, and today, I came
to a conclusion and you were right," affirmed Harry.
"I was right, he doesn’t love me,"
thought Draco, who closed his eyes and a disobedient tear slid down his face.
"And I saw you," finished Harry,
while he removed the cloak, revealing his face, "Not with my eyes, but with
my heart," Harry explained while wiping away the tear from the girl’s
face through the shelf, which caused her to open her eyes.
"I don’t understand," said Draco
with trembling lips.
"I don’t care if you’re a boy, a girl,
or a troll," said Harry still whispering, "I love you, I hoI hope that
you are still able to love me too."
"But it’s impossible, we’re too
different, we’ll have too many obstacles," murmured Draco, with deep
sorrow.
"Do you love me?" – asked Harry
still very quietly.
"That’s not the point," Draco said
lowering his gaze.
"Do you love me?" he asked in a
slightly louder voice, but it still didn’t call the attention of the other
people in the library.
"Yes! A lot!" Draco answered facing
him.
"Me too. Then Miss Isabele, I’m pleased
to inform you, that from this moment on you have a not so secret admirer that
would love to take a walk with you in Hogsmeade, and I don’t accept
"no" as an answer," informed Harry with a smirk on his face.
"I can’t. I have to study Moste
Potente Potions for the NEWTS," refused Draco.
"I told you that I don’t accept
"no" for an answer," said Harry with an annoyed look on his face,
"What kind of potion are you going to study anyways?"
"Polyjuice," answered Draco, while
Harry tried not to laugh, "Don’t laugh, it’s a difficult potion to make,"
claimed Draco. Then Harry covered himself with the cloak again, "Don’t
disappear like this!"
"Didn’t someone already told you that
you’re a very lucky lady Bele?" said Harry as he pulled Draco underneath
his cloak, "Do you mind if I call you Bele?"
"No, Julie has called me that since I can
remember," said Draco smiling, "I’ve never been under a cloak like
this before," commented Draco while he touched the cloak tenderly with his
fingers, "Wonderful," he murmured.
"Who’s Julie?" asked Harry
curiously.
"My sister," answered Draco, "But
why and I lucky?"
"Because now you have a very charming and
very modest boyfriend," said Harry, causing Draco to laugh, "And he
happens to know very well how to make a Polyjuice potion. He has also arranged
to walk with you the entire day to tell you about his experiences with that
potion, in his second year when he invaded a certain dungeon."
"Oh, I knew it. Goyle doesn’t know how
to read! It was you, wasn’t it?" questioned Draco, while the two walked
hand in hand from the library.
"Maybe, maybe not," commented Harry
very vaguely, he then closed his eyes and continued walking, "Do you know
what’s funny Bele?"
"What?" she asked curious.
"When I close my eyes, I can still see you,"
answered Harry smiling.