War of the Heart

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CHAPTER 5 Breakfast in the sun
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Harry already sat at the gryffindor breakfast table when Draco went into the Great Hall.Harrys heart skipped a beat when he saw the blonde head. He couldn't help but smile, and he wanted to wave or say hi, or something, but he knew he couldn't.Ron and Hermione came in a few minutes later, he heard their friendly bickering about homework before he saw them.He sat as if transfixed,he tried not to stare, but his eyes automatically saught the blond head that sat almost unnervingly still between Blaise Zabini and Gergory Goyle.
He almost jumped when Ron sat down in front of him,blocking his view. "Hiya,mate.You allright?" Ron looked guilty,his eyes didn't quite meet Harrys. Hermione sat down next to him. "Where have you been?" Harry shrugged, looking down on his cereal bowl. "Went to send a letter, ran into Wood." "Oliver Wood?" Hermione demanded. "Yeah,he was here to see Dumbledore.Order stuff.He didn't say what,though." Hermione exchanged looks with Ron. "We were worried."
Hermione looked at him. "And Ron told me of your little lie." Harrys heart skipped three beats. "W-what do you mean?" Hermione looked at him with barely supressed annoyance. "Come on,Harry.What Slytherin girl would you fancy?Millicent Bulstrode perhaps?And don't think I don't remember you and Ron's conversation of what were suitable dates for the Yule ball back in fourth year."
Harry almost coughed up his entire breakfast,trying to remember if she had laid pressure on the word "girl" or "you". "I-what,I don't.." He interrupted himself with another coughing fit.Hermione slapped him roughly on the back.He then sat down, his head felt like it was boiling, and he couldnt breathe easily,but he tried to blubber out some words all the same.
"I-I honestly don't.." Hermione told him to be quiet and stop fretting. "It's not like youre a good liar,Harry.And it's pretty obvious,anyway." Harry almost dropped his jaw to his knees. "It-it is?" He blushed furiously,and threw a glance in the general Slytherin direction, just to note that a pale blonde head sat still, and didn't laugh at anything,nor did he look up,not even a smile or a flicker of emotion passed his downturned face.
"Harry!" He jumped. "Yes?" "Can you please focus on us, your friends?We're trying to help you here..." He asked, still a bit cautious; "With what, exactly, Hermione?" "Malfoy of course!"

Harry hissed at her, "Shh!Not so loud!" Several heads turned in their direction. "You ..know?" He felt awestruck.Of course, he should've known Hermione would find out.She always was the smart one."Of course,Harry.We know you.And as I think I have mentioned,you are not a good liar." She smiled at him, annoyance all gone from her features. "I think you should've told us.though.We are your best friends,aren't we?" Ron sounded offended,but a great deal less than when he had thought Harry kept him out of the Triwizard Tournament draw in fourth year.
Harry looked at him incredously."And..and..you're ok with this?" Ron poked his fork around his toast,watching it become smaller and smaller pieces. "Well, I can't say I'm happy with it..but.." He shot a sideways glance at Hermione. "But there are just some times..well..where you can't get what you want." Harry gaped at them,feeling like he had been sat on display,and pointed at.Was his feelings really that obvious?Does -he- know? Harry couldn't help but look over at Malfoy again,fearing and hoping at the same time, a big knot in his stomach, turning and turning, untying itself, and making new knots at the same time.
Draco met his gaze steadily.His eyes didn't feel like silver anymore,they felt like icy diamonds. Harry got goosebumps,and the hairs on his arms stood up. He was unwilling and unable to let go of Malfoys gaze, before Blaise Zabini stuck his hand in front of Malfoys face, and waved it back and forth. Harry sat still, not really understanding what the Slytherin were up to. He saw Malfoys face going a deep red, which was most unusal,even when Hermione had slapped him,he had only become a pale pink.He continued staring,oblivious to the fact that both Ron and Hermione had stopped talking,and were now looking at him.Malfoy had some sort of muttered argument with Zabini, upon where Malfoy fled the scene, closely followed by his croonies, Crabbe and Goyle, leaving Zabini laughing at the Slytherin table.

There weren't many people left in the Great Hall now. There were only the three Gryffindors left.
"Harry?" Harry reluctantly let his eyes slip the point by the doors where Malfoy had left, and looked at Hermione, feeling a pang of gratitude towards her. "I'm sorry, Hermione.." Harry pushed his plate away, sighed heavily, and put his face in his hands. "It's just..It's like he's bewitched me or something..I hated him, and now..It feels like I can't breathe without him,and I don't know what to do, and I'm so glad you kow know, because this is so much worse than with Cho,and it's killing me,it's totally insane but,I've never been this much in love before, and I don't know how to make it go away,and.."
Harry blurted out everything,all at once,unable to stop, and suddenly realized Hermiones comforting sounds had stopped, and that Ron had removed the hand from his shoulder.He slowly raised his head. The two faces were stricken with shock. ".....what?!!!" Ron demanded. "I..you...what did you think..I..ah?!" Harry felt himself stand up,allthough his legs did not appear to be working as they should. "You are....with HIM?!" Hermione looked repulsed,disgusted."I thought you knew!"
Harry didn't realize he was yelling. "We thought we knew that you were trying to lure his secrets out of him, not lure him into bed!" Hermione shouted at the top of her lungs, and Ron sat looking at Harry like he was a bug.
Harry couldn't take it anymore, he just ran for it, he bumped into almost everyone, and headed for the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest,where he had his sanctum.
He had just made the biggest prat of himself in the history of mankind.They didn't know, and he misunderstood,and now....now they knew. And judging by the looks on their faces, they wouldn't speak to him for a very long time.Not that he blamed them,of course.It was almost like joining the dark side.He'd called Hermione 'mudblood' on how many occasions?And he always said nasty things about Ron.How could they not hate him?How on earth could they not? He couldn't possibly talk to Dumbledore about this. "Oh,hi,professor,uhm,Im having a crush on Draco Malfoy,and I want to make it go away so Ron and Hermione will like me again,please,could you do that instead of fighting the dark lord,and the ministry,please?" Yeah right.

The sun was shining down on the lake, making it twinkle and glitter.Ther was a slight wind,rustling his hair,and silently carresing the leaves on the trees.There was a faint rustle in the dead leaves on the ground behind him as well, but he didn't really pay it any attention before a rather arrogant voice interrupted his peace.

"You're in my seat." Harry froze.Not now.Not here.He felt his cheek tingle with the rush of blood. "Your seat,Malfoy?I am sitting on a stone, in case you didn't notice." He turned. Draco stood tall above him, all silvery hair and diamond eyes. He had a pink hue in his cheeks Harry thought was very nice indeed. "No,duh,Potter.Marvellous genius that you are,you figured that out did you?" Malfoy made an impatient gesture with his hand. "Move over.It's my stone."
Harry moved slightly to the side. "Didn't they teach you how to share at home, Malfoy?And this isn't -your- stone.It's on Hogwarts property." Harry pointed out. "Fine.But I found this place first.I haven't seen you here before,so I claim it." Malfoy sat down,careful with not touching Harry, nor Harrys cloak.They didn't speak for several long minutes. Then Harry did something incredibly stupid. He confessed. "I saw you crying."

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A/N: From here on out,it get's more mature.Just a warning.