I just looked at Draco.
"Well, that went well. Stubborn git," he rolled his eyes, somehow like his sneer, and his smirk.
"Draco, please. I know he's...I know he's short tempered, but come on. He's my friend. And that thing about Ron didn't make it any easier. They're both my friends, even if we are in lo- I-I mean, gold and steel."
Draco grinned. Not a smirk. A real, genuine, smile. Boy, it was gorgeous. It wasn't sarky at all. I was sitting down, and he was standing, but he leaned over, held my chin in his hands, and kissed me gently on the lips. Just a three or four second peck. When he pulled away, I held onto his arms, and pulled him, gently, next to me. I kissed him, a little harder than he had kissed me, and he kissed me back. Before we could properly start kissing, the door to the common room slammed shut. We jumped apart and looked round to see Pansy Parkson glaring down at us.
"You B!TCH!" she screamed at me.
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guess what... i'm home because i'm really sick.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD! HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!" Pansy grabbed Hermione's hair, and for once in my life, I didn't feel like doing anything to stop it. As I stood by the Common Room door, under my invisble clock, the only think I could think was that she deserved it. She had betrayed the Gryffidor House, she had betrayed her friends, and she had betrayed me.
Pansy continued to pull Granger's - i mean Hermione's hair as she slapped her, and soon the two of them were having a full on fight, with Malfoy trying to break them up. Imagine that. Malfoy actually acting decent. Spells flew around the room as the girls waged their war, both with magic and physical contact. Though I wasn't siding with either, I felt a smile tug at my lips every time Hermione missed and Pansy's attack connected. Soon enough Hermione had overpowered Pansy with jinxes and finished off with Petrificus Totalus.
After propping Pansy against the wall, Hermione and Draco kissed good night and she headed back for our house with me as her invisible escort. It was the least I could do. I had been one of her best friends for a few years now, and nothing would change that. At least that's what I tried to tell myself, but a voice in my head kept telling me that everything was about to change, and soon, I would be all alone.
how's that?
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no one wrote.
well, a promise is a promise.
I continued to walk after her until we reached the dorm at which point I left her to enter alone. I, myself, headed for the Owlery (sp?). If none of my friends would listen to me, at least Hedwig would.
Climbing the spiral staircase to the Owlery took some time, but it gave me time to think. So much had happened during the past few days. So many weird things. No one was acting the same, everyone had someone else. Everyone that was, accept for me. I was all alone. no one to turn to. Lots of admirers, many envious stalkers, clingy fans, friends who were in relationships. Am I meant to be alone for all time? Because of this prophecy, this curse embranded upon my skin?
Upon reaching the top of the tower where the owls were housed, I leaned against the cold stone of the wall, letting all the warmth flow out of me. What was the point of feelings if there was no one to share them with? I felt like a empty shell standing there against the tower wall, invisible so that no one might see me. Like always, I reflected, I was alone. Cold and alone in this dark room, for all the owls were out on deliveries. Even Hedwig was being used to carry something. What was my purpose? To defeat Voldemort, and after that? What then?
A breeze, entering from one of the many windows stirred the feather-littered floor. The feathers mixed, coming together to form one pile before dispersing into the wind and out into the night sky. Sliding down the wall, I watched them go, just like everything else precious to me had. They had left me in this foreboding place to weep alone. At that moment, I understood what my entire life was leading to. My one purpose, the clause for which i had been born. After defeating the Dark Lord, my life would be the same. I would be the boy-who-killed-the-Dark-Lord. Looked up to, admired, praised, despised, hated. I would never be one of them. It was who I was. No matter what I were to do, I would always be an outcast due to my destiny.
I soon found myself lying on the chilled floor. I could see my breath making small clouds in the clear air. Curling into a ball, I wished that it had been Neville instead of me whom Voldemort had chosen to attack...
Yes, I know it's one of my sadder pieces of writing. Actually, i think that it is rather beautiful. The feelings are quite touching. I just thought you should see another side of Harry. If you write next, please don't disturb him, because I have something planned.
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Sep 13th, 2005 08:05 PM
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