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Adult ++
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...And New Ones???
WARNING!!! This is a slash, people. Don’t like? Then press the backspace button and leave me alone.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m glad you guys are enjoying this story.
kelsin79: i’ve posted this on here before a few years ago. I decided to just repost… just for fun.
ok on with the show…
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Chapter 5: …And New Ones???
There he was. Harry Potter. Standing shyly before him in all his beautiful, heroic glory. Maybe he was over exaggerating, but Draco didn’t care. He knew right then that Harry had never looked as gorgeous as he did at that moment. His hair was as rumpled as usual, and his jeans draped his hips perfectly. And his eyes! Oh his eyes…Wait! Something wasn’t right.
Then it hit him. Harry wasn’t wearing those awful black rimmed glasses!
Draco’s mouth was suddenly very dry and parched. What was he supposed to say? How could anything he says even begin to convey his heart? He didn’t even know where to start.
Harry was in a similar frame of mind. He had so wanted to be open with this new and improved Draco Malfoy, but the sight of him made Harry jam up and want to run. At the same time he wanted to melt at the sight of him, his memories from the dream flooding his mind with images and sounds and he could hardly stop the sweat that broke out over his brow. All he could mutter was a soft, “Hey.”
The tension was thick at this point—Ron and Hermione could feel it. So to break it Hermione cleared her throat, and after getting both Harry and Draco’s attention, she motioned them to sit.
“Let’s have a seat, shall we? I’m starving.” Draco suddenly realized he was standing and faintly wondered when he stood up in the first place. He straightened his tie and smoothed out his suit and sat in his seat, gulping slightly as Harry sat across from him. Harry cleared his throat a few times, refusing to look him straight in the eye. Draco supposed it was from the awkwardness of being away so long.
The waiter came by their table and took their orders, and soon Ron and Hermione were animatedly talking about this and that, none of which Draco or Harry paid any attention. Draco was busy staring at Harry like an idiot, and Harry was too busy trying not to be rude and listen to his friends talk, every now and again putting in his two cents in short, polite sentences (to which Ron and Hermione secretly chuckled at both their friends obvious shyness), while at the same time trying to avoid looking in Draco’s direction.
He looked stunning, and for a minute he wondered where all this admiration was coming from. The last time he checked, he only wanted to be Draco’s friend, and now he was all shy like a…well like a schoolgirl! ‘Schoolboy!!’ he corrected himself.
The lunch continued along the same lines, and soon they were leaving the café, Draco separating from the group, explaining that he had work to do and that he’d see them at Harry’s party. He walked a few blocks until he turned into a non-descript alleyway. He disapparated with a mute crack, and landed in his temporary home.
Instantly he began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. How could they do that!? How could she!? How could he! How could Harry come home early and just…show up!? Without a warning! How could they do that to him! But then again he had to think rationally about this. Hermione did say that Harry decided on his own to come now, instead of tomorrow, because he felt anxious and alone. His heart threatened to explode at the thought Harry needing to be around someone so badly; that he needed some sort of comforting.
He needed to talk to Granger pronto! He had to have answers.
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“Draco relax!” shouted Hermione to the head in the flames. Said head huffed indignantly and continued his tirade.
“I will not relax! You know exactly what I’m going through! I wasn’t even prepared to see him today! How could…and he just…argggh! What am going to do!”
“I don’t know! Keep it down! He’ll hear you!” she hissed.
“What?” asked Draco panicky, “he’s there?! Why?!”
“Well if you had been paying attention at lunch then you would’ve heard me say that Harry was staying here with me and Ron until he feels he can handle going back to Grimmauld Place,” she admonished primly. He hated it when she was that smart-ass know-it-all. This was getting him no where fast. All she did was treat him like a child instead of help him. He wanted answers!
“Look, Draco. Calm down. You have absolutely nothing to be all worked up about. Harry is back, and after the party tomorrow, and you give him your gifts, he’ll have a home, too. And I know he’ll love it. I’ve seen what you’ve done to Grimmauld Place, Draco. It’s lovely. So stop worrying,” she reassured him. He nodded mutely, rubbing his temples in frustration. Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco, knowing full well that he was still freaking out. And her theory was proven seconds later when he spoke up again.
“What about…you know…the other—”
“Draco. He’ll love all of it. Just trust me on this. Those were his wishes, and I know he’d be floored if someone thought enough of his ideas to go ahead and do them. And in his name no less! But what you did will totally blow everything out of the water! I think that this will be the best birthday Harry will ever have. Ever. And if he doesn’t completely love you for this, then we’ll all know he’s gone barmy. So just relax, take a few deep breathes and let it all happen naturally. Okay?”
Draco blew out a deep breath and nodded. His nerves were all fired up, but he new Hermione was right. He had to be calm and let things go as planned. He had made Harry’s inner most wishes come alive, and him coming home a day early didn’t change anything.
Hermione could see him relaxing, and after a brief “see you tomorrow” he was gone. Just like that. ‘Good grief. What am I, his therapist?’ she thought crossly. She stood up and was about to make her way to fridge for a drink when she was lead back to the couch and sat down. After her confusion wore off she looked up to see a nervous Harry Potter staring through her. ‘Oh for the love of…’
“I need to talk to you. It’s important,” said Harry suddenly.
Hermione sighed and motioned for him to sit. Harry sat across from her but remained quiet.
“Oh honestly! Just spit it out, will you!?” she shouted. Harry jumped and looked at her like she had slapped him, and then began to speak.
“I think I have bit of problem.”
“Well that’s obvious.”
“Hermione!”
“Well tell me something I don’t already know. Your inability to make intriguing conversation is nothing new, Harry.”
Harry looked at her crossly, folding his arms over his chest defensively. ‘She’s been hanging out with too many Slytherins!’ he thought.
“My problem is, you great prat,” to which she decided to giggle at, “is that I may…um I think…erm…” here Harry had to clear his throat noisily, “IthinkImightbecrushingonMalfoy.”
Harry’s last sentence was said in such a rush that Hermione couldn’t understand what he said. “Excuse me. I didn’t quite catch that Harry. Slow down a few million kilometers per hour, and try that again.”
Harry gritted his teeth and tried again, “I said, I think I might be crushing on Malfoy.”
Hermione blinked. Then blinked again. Then blinked once more. Soon her eyebrow began ticking madly and the corner of her mouth twitched. She wasn’t sure if she should be frustrated with both Harry and Draco for all the immaturity or be incredibly amused. Draco was worried Harry still hated him, but here Harry was admitting to be a tiny bit smitten with him! It was all too much! She settled for incredibly amused and the laugh that she was desperately trying to push down bubbled over anyway, much to Harry’s dismay.
“It’s not funny, Hermione! What am I going to do?!”
Déjà vu. She really hated déjà vu. ‘Well here we go again,’ she thought. “Look Harry. You have nothing to worry about—”
“Nothing to worry about! Says you! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!” he shouted as he nearly jumped out of his chair.
“So.” she replied nonchalantly.
“So!? We’re supposed to be enemies! What would he say if I—”
“He’d say nothing.” she interrupted.
“Oh I’m so sure!” Harry raked his hand through his hair in frustration.
“You should be. I told you he was a different man now. Listen to me Harry. Don’t worry about this little crush. You never know, he might return your feelings with ones of his own.”
“Yeah right,” he said miserably.
“Oh Harry. It’ll be all right. Look, this is what you do. Dress really nice for the party tomorrow—make his jaw drop so he can’t have a reason to turn you down. Don’t be too obvious, but try flirting just a little—”
“Flirt?” Harry gulped and blushed a light pink.
“Yes flirt. I’m sure you know how to flirt, Harry. Oh and ask him to dance.”
“Dance?! I can’t—”
“Oh please! I saw you dancing at all those victory parties after Gryffindor won at Quidditch. So don’t sit there and tell me you can’t dance.” And with that she got up and walked away, leaving no room for argument.
Harry sat dumb-founded, brow creased in confusion.
“Dance?”
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
“Damn.”
TBC
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A/N: there you go…
Thanks for the reviews!
Hugs and Kisses!
HarrynDraco’s_Melissa
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m glad you guys are enjoying this story.
kelsin79: i’ve posted this on here before a few years ago. I decided to just repost… just for fun.
ok on with the show…
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Chapter 5: …And New Ones???
There he was. Harry Potter. Standing shyly before him in all his beautiful, heroic glory. Maybe he was over exaggerating, but Draco didn’t care. He knew right then that Harry had never looked as gorgeous as he did at that moment. His hair was as rumpled as usual, and his jeans draped his hips perfectly. And his eyes! Oh his eyes…Wait! Something wasn’t right.
Then it hit him. Harry wasn’t wearing those awful black rimmed glasses!
Draco’s mouth was suddenly very dry and parched. What was he supposed to say? How could anything he says even begin to convey his heart? He didn’t even know where to start.
Harry was in a similar frame of mind. He had so wanted to be open with this new and improved Draco Malfoy, but the sight of him made Harry jam up and want to run. At the same time he wanted to melt at the sight of him, his memories from the dream flooding his mind with images and sounds and he could hardly stop the sweat that broke out over his brow. All he could mutter was a soft, “Hey.”
The tension was thick at this point—Ron and Hermione could feel it. So to break it Hermione cleared her throat, and after getting both Harry and Draco’s attention, she motioned them to sit.
“Let’s have a seat, shall we? I’m starving.” Draco suddenly realized he was standing and faintly wondered when he stood up in the first place. He straightened his tie and smoothed out his suit and sat in his seat, gulping slightly as Harry sat across from him. Harry cleared his throat a few times, refusing to look him straight in the eye. Draco supposed it was from the awkwardness of being away so long.
The waiter came by their table and took their orders, and soon Ron and Hermione were animatedly talking about this and that, none of which Draco or Harry paid any attention. Draco was busy staring at Harry like an idiot, and Harry was too busy trying not to be rude and listen to his friends talk, every now and again putting in his two cents in short, polite sentences (to which Ron and Hermione secretly chuckled at both their friends obvious shyness), while at the same time trying to avoid looking in Draco’s direction.
He looked stunning, and for a minute he wondered where all this admiration was coming from. The last time he checked, he only wanted to be Draco’s friend, and now he was all shy like a…well like a schoolgirl! ‘Schoolboy!!’ he corrected himself.
The lunch continued along the same lines, and soon they were leaving the café, Draco separating from the group, explaining that he had work to do and that he’d see them at Harry’s party. He walked a few blocks until he turned into a non-descript alleyway. He disapparated with a mute crack, and landed in his temporary home.
Instantly he began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. How could they do that!? How could she!? How could he! How could Harry come home early and just…show up!? Without a warning! How could they do that to him! But then again he had to think rationally about this. Hermione did say that Harry decided on his own to come now, instead of tomorrow, because he felt anxious and alone. His heart threatened to explode at the thought Harry needing to be around someone so badly; that he needed some sort of comforting.
He needed to talk to Granger pronto! He had to have answers.
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“Draco relax!” shouted Hermione to the head in the flames. Said head huffed indignantly and continued his tirade.
“I will not relax! You know exactly what I’m going through! I wasn’t even prepared to see him today! How could…and he just…argggh! What am going to do!”
“I don’t know! Keep it down! He’ll hear you!” she hissed.
“What?” asked Draco panicky, “he’s there?! Why?!”
“Well if you had been paying attention at lunch then you would’ve heard me say that Harry was staying here with me and Ron until he feels he can handle going back to Grimmauld Place,” she admonished primly. He hated it when she was that smart-ass know-it-all. This was getting him no where fast. All she did was treat him like a child instead of help him. He wanted answers!
“Look, Draco. Calm down. You have absolutely nothing to be all worked up about. Harry is back, and after the party tomorrow, and you give him your gifts, he’ll have a home, too. And I know he’ll love it. I’ve seen what you’ve done to Grimmauld Place, Draco. It’s lovely. So stop worrying,” she reassured him. He nodded mutely, rubbing his temples in frustration. Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco, knowing full well that he was still freaking out. And her theory was proven seconds later when he spoke up again.
“What about…you know…the other—”
“Draco. He’ll love all of it. Just trust me on this. Those were his wishes, and I know he’d be floored if someone thought enough of his ideas to go ahead and do them. And in his name no less! But what you did will totally blow everything out of the water! I think that this will be the best birthday Harry will ever have. Ever. And if he doesn’t completely love you for this, then we’ll all know he’s gone barmy. So just relax, take a few deep breathes and let it all happen naturally. Okay?”
Draco blew out a deep breath and nodded. His nerves were all fired up, but he new Hermione was right. He had to be calm and let things go as planned. He had made Harry’s inner most wishes come alive, and him coming home a day early didn’t change anything.
Hermione could see him relaxing, and after a brief “see you tomorrow” he was gone. Just like that. ‘Good grief. What am I, his therapist?’ she thought crossly. She stood up and was about to make her way to fridge for a drink when she was lead back to the couch and sat down. After her confusion wore off she looked up to see a nervous Harry Potter staring through her. ‘Oh for the love of…’
“I need to talk to you. It’s important,” said Harry suddenly.
Hermione sighed and motioned for him to sit. Harry sat across from her but remained quiet.
“Oh honestly! Just spit it out, will you!?” she shouted. Harry jumped and looked at her like she had slapped him, and then began to speak.
“I think I have bit of problem.”
“Well that’s obvious.”
“Hermione!”
“Well tell me something I don’t already know. Your inability to make intriguing conversation is nothing new, Harry.”
Harry looked at her crossly, folding his arms over his chest defensively. ‘She’s been hanging out with too many Slytherins!’ he thought.
“My problem is, you great prat,” to which she decided to giggle at, “is that I may…um I think…erm…” here Harry had to clear his throat noisily, “IthinkImightbecrushingonMalfoy.”
Harry’s last sentence was said in such a rush that Hermione couldn’t understand what he said. “Excuse me. I didn’t quite catch that Harry. Slow down a few million kilometers per hour, and try that again.”
Harry gritted his teeth and tried again, “I said, I think I might be crushing on Malfoy.”
Hermione blinked. Then blinked again. Then blinked once more. Soon her eyebrow began ticking madly and the corner of her mouth twitched. She wasn’t sure if she should be frustrated with both Harry and Draco for all the immaturity or be incredibly amused. Draco was worried Harry still hated him, but here Harry was admitting to be a tiny bit smitten with him! It was all too much! She settled for incredibly amused and the laugh that she was desperately trying to push down bubbled over anyway, much to Harry’s dismay.
“It’s not funny, Hermione! What am I going to do?!”
Déjà vu. She really hated déjà vu. ‘Well here we go again,’ she thought. “Look Harry. You have nothing to worry about—”
“Nothing to worry about! Says you! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!” he shouted as he nearly jumped out of his chair.
“So.” she replied nonchalantly.
“So!? We’re supposed to be enemies! What would he say if I—”
“He’d say nothing.” she interrupted.
“Oh I’m so sure!” Harry raked his hand through his hair in frustration.
“You should be. I told you he was a different man now. Listen to me Harry. Don’t worry about this little crush. You never know, he might return your feelings with ones of his own.”
“Yeah right,” he said miserably.
“Oh Harry. It’ll be all right. Look, this is what you do. Dress really nice for the party tomorrow—make his jaw drop so he can’t have a reason to turn you down. Don’t be too obvious, but try flirting just a little—”
“Flirt?” Harry gulped and blushed a light pink.
“Yes flirt. I’m sure you know how to flirt, Harry. Oh and ask him to dance.”
“Dance?! I can’t—”
“Oh please! I saw you dancing at all those victory parties after Gryffindor won at Quidditch. So don’t sit there and tell me you can’t dance.” And with that she got up and walked away, leaving no room for argument.
Harry sat dumb-founded, brow creased in confusion.
“Dance?”
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
“Damn.”
TBC
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A/N: there you go…
Thanks for the reviews!
Hugs and Kisses!
HarrynDraco’s_Melissa