Resorted

Chapter Fifty-one

[OK, so, I'm doing a Chapter By Chapter summary instead of the movie script. So now it will include the book aspects! If I do get things wrong with the book aspects, this is fanfiction... thats my only excuse apart from the fact the Golden Trio and Ginerva annoy me so I can't read on...]

Slowly, Draco's hand edges closer to Harry's. He took a deep breathe, interlocking their fingers. When Harry gradually looked from their joined hands, the blonde didn't look him in the eye. Instead, his glittering gaze was focused on the light rippled of the Black Lake. It reflected in those incredible irises that Harry could spend eternity looking into. Hesitant, Harry shuffled by Draco's side, laying his head perfectly in the crevice of the blonde's shoulder.

"I love you." Harry whispered looking at the line crossing the lake and the sky. The slightest tint of blue cutting straight through his view. "I want you to know that I really do love you. It wasn't the adrenaline when I first said it: I truly, truly meant every word I said." Sniffling was heard above Harry who quickly turned his head to see Draco teary-eyed. "Oh god, what did I say? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He cupped Draco's cheeks and the blonde nuzzled into them, rubbing his nose on Harry's palm. Like a Kitten smiled the raven-haired boy.

"You big twat," Smiled Draco giving a breathy laugh, "Who knew you were such a sap."
"Says the one who's crying happy tears." Harry teased and rubbed his thumb along his dragon's left cheek.
"It's one of those blasted things Hagrid has put in the lake probably." He corrected even though they both knew the real answer.
"Shut up Kitten." Chuckled Harry, leaning in to capture Draco's lips in such a soft, tender kiss it was thinner than air.

"Harry Potter!" A noble voice shouted, rising through the ground in all of his white-misted glory. "Oh! My apologies young gentlemen!" he bowed his head in apology. The seams of his neck tilted apart, a very faint silver line severing them both.

They broke apart and Draco quickly shuffled a bit away to give Harry room to breathe- even if Harry didn't want him to. "It's okay Nick." Sadly smiled Harry because can't they just have a tender moment without being interrupted? Draco sneered at the ghost, knowing full well the ghost can't hurt him and he can't hurt the ghost. Nearly Headless Nick scowled at Draco, "Why he doesn't send the Barron," He emphasised the name and poked his head towards Draco, "Instead of me is a mystery."

Before Draco could bite back, Harry slung an arm over his shoulder and covered his mouth with his hand. "What was it you needed to tell me?" Harry could hear Draco's scowl he was that irritated by Nick and even Harry.
"Well..." Nick eyed Draco nervously, "Dumbledore wants you to meet him in his tomorrow at ten pm." His ghost floated away without a look back.

He sighed at the awkward encounter. However, he's snapped out of it when Draco threw Harry's hand away from his mouth. "Be thankful I didn't bite you, you barbarian." He sniffed, grabbing Harry's arm to wrap firmly around his shoulder and snuggle closer to the warmth.
"Didn't know you had a pain kink." Harry smirked, allowing his arm to be dragged about like a toy.

"I didn't know you could be funny Potter!" Exclaimed Draco, a fake face of surprise, "No, no, probably a one-time thing."
"Ha, ha, very funny" Huffed Harry, hitting the back of his hand on Draco's lower arm at an awkward angle.
"Awe thank-you! I know I'm uproarious, but now I'm blushing." Dramatically, the blonde fanned his face with his other hand, looking up at harry through thick lashes so his eyes tried to convey innocence.

Harry and Draco laughed until it died into a comfortable silence, "Do you want to know what's happened with Dumbledore?" only the faint rustling of fabric was his answer. Maybe a light hum was too, but Harry didn't think it happened. "He's showing me memories, of Tom Riddle." Draco pounced up from his lackadaisical state, his entire body showing interest in the topic. "He showed me how they met- Voldemort was an orphan, like me... All the other kids thought he was weird, and he didn't talk to anyone." Draco leaned forwards to join his hand atop Harry's, "The strangest thing was that he collected things in seven's, and he had kids' belongings in his wardrobe. Oh, and he only had one photo, it was of a cave by the beach. There were no others anywhere in his room."