Author: Company Calls Epilogue PM
slightly OOC and OotP spoilers... (7th yr) Harry goes through a really tough breakup with his girlfriend and what could sting more than using that pain as a weapon against him? leave it to draco to find out. RRRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Harry P. & Draco M. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 26,292 - Reviews: 70 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 12-26-04 - Published: 04-21-04 - id: 1830354
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Once again, I did not, in any way shape or form, intend to go so long without updating. But you know what? Life gets busy and I just did not have time. Now that exams are done though, I'm writing another chapter. It's the 20th now, and so hopefully I'll have this up by Christmas. I mean. Hopefully it can be a non-denominational holiday gift.
"You healed me." He stated plainly. Had he been thinking clearly he would have realized that he was not all the way healed; he did however know that
Draco had made him feel ten times better with only one touch.
"Yeah I know," Draco sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. "It's the bond stuff again. I'm better at controlling the side effects that you because I'm the
linkling, but it was side effects. That was the longest we had gone without seeing each other or talking or really touching since we have been bonded."
Draco paused, "I wanted to warn you about that sooner, but I never got a chance. I guess you found out the hard way what happens. And it only gets
worse." Draco sighed and stopped talking.
"Shit" was all Harry had to say. It was quiet for a moment longer before Harry spoke again. "I'm really tired..." His voice was quiet and reminded Draco of
a small child with the flu.
"I know that too. That's a side effect of the original side effect." Draco stood up awkwardly. "You should sleep, I'll tell Dumbledore what happened."
Draco moved to leave and Harry reached out his hand.
"Don't leave yet. You make me feel better." His hand dropped limply back to the bed and his face reflected a pitiful little boy who needed someone to
care for him.
Draco sighed and then looked down at Harry who had captured his dreams, and possibly his heart, that day in June when he came of Age. "I'm not
going anywhere" he contended.
"Good." With that Harry fell asleep. Draco walked over to the armchair by the window and sat down. He picked up one of Harry's books that was on the
small bookshelf next to him.
'Quidditch through the Ages' was the title. "Typical" Draco muttered to himself as he flipped to the first page. He had read this book so many times that
he had it memorized but he didn't feel like getting up and getting a book of his own, so he began to read it one more time.
CHAPTER 10: Before you go, you aught to know
Harry awoke the next morning with a stale taste in his mouth and an empty hole in his memory. Opening his eyes, he noticed that his armchair had a crumpled blanket thrown haphazardly over one arm and 'Quidditch Through the Ages' was on the floor next to it. He swung his feet out of the bed and padded softly into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he pushed the door open, he caught sight of Draco. The other boy stood at the mirror, fresh out of the shower, trying to work the tangles out of his hair. He barely spared a sideways glance at Harry.
"Oh, good. You're awake." Draco directed his gaze back at the mirror. "How are you?" He said this without the slightest hint of compassion in his voice. It wasn't said cruelly, just void of emotion.
"I'm. I'm fine, I guess. What happened?"
Throwing the comb back into a drawer, Draco replied, "Dumbledore will explain it to you. I don't have time." With that he left the bathroom.
END OF CHAPTER
THIS IS THE END OF THE DAMNED CHAPTER.
Please don't shoot me. I can't write this anymore. I can't bring myself to write slash right now, I thought I would get over it but i haven't been able to write this story in months and I GIVE UP.
I can do one of two things. I can permanently put it on hold and ya'll can pray that one day I wake up with inspiration, OR, I am MORE THAN WILLING to hand over ALL rights to it to someone else if someone else can finish it. I would much rather email all the chapters to someone and I will write it out that I give it all up to someone else and they can have it. Just leave a review or email me if you want it. First come first serve. I would really rather see this finished, I don't WANT to give up, but I cant finish it right now.
All my love, and happy holidays…
Harry groaned as he searched for toothpaste. Apparently Draco was not inclined to look past what Harry had said to him. As he brushed his teeth, he tried to remember what had happened. He remembered running into Hermione in the halls, and he remembered talking to Ginny and Dean about it, he vaguely remembered making his way out of the Great Hall. The last fuzzy memory he had was getting sick and the presence of someone else. That must have been Draco, he thought to himself. Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed. He could have to hurry if he wanted to make it to breakfast and still have time to see Dumbledore before his first class started.