May 3rd
Dear Amy,
In the first place, I accept your apology. God knows we've called each other worse things in the eight years we've been best friends.
In the second place, you don't have to worry about me fixing things. Things have fixed themselves. Don't believe me? Well, I just saw Harry and Draco snogging like they were going to swallow each other's tongues, does that convince you?
Okay, you probably want a better explanation than that. Good thing it's all fresh in my memory.
So I was going to visit Harry in the hospital ward, right? But just before I reached the door, Draco turned the opposite corner and swept in without seeing me. His head was normal again. I looked around, hardly daring to believe my luck, as no one was around and Madam Pomfrey -- that's the nurse -- was off somewhere getting supplies. Harry was the only one in the ward; his bed was partitioned off with a curtain. I crept in after Draco, sneaking up to the curtain.
Now this next part I couldn't see, I could only hear what they were saying. So I'll write that almost exactly, because I remember it pretty well.
Harry said, presumably the moment he saw Draco, "What the hell are YOU doing here?" But he didn't sound pissed, Amy, he just sounded tired.
Draco was his arrogant old self. "Your guess is as good as mine, Potter."
"And my guess is that you're here to finish me off."
"Maybe I am."
"So do it then. I can't hold my wand yet, you're safe."
"I do things on my OWN terms, thank you, not because someone told me to."
"Liar."
"What?"
"You heard me. Liar. You follow your sorry excuse for a father. You always have."
"Do you understand NOTHING, Potter? Weren't you listening to that stupid game Eva made us play?" I resented that, but I couldn't exactly say anything. "Look, if I wanted to serve Voldemort, I'd serve him, dammit. But I'm not. I'm still stuck here in this pathetic excuse for a school, full of people I hate who hate me."
"Why, though? Why are you still here?"
"Because . . . because . . . I can't bring myself to leave. And don't ask me why not, because I don't KNOW why not."
"All talk and no action." Harry quoted me! That was fun.
"I suppose, if you want to think of it that way."
"I don't want to think of much at all, Draco. I'm very tired and in a fair amount of pain and I'd like to know why you're here and -- why are you looking at me like that?"
"You called me Draco."
"Slip of the tongue, I meant 'sewer-dwelling wart-covered greasy ferret'."
"Now who's the liar?"
"Oh, shut up!" But he sounded a bit amused.
They were both quiet for a moment, then Harry spoke again.
"Why ARE you here, though?"
"Brrcuziwanu."
"WHAT?"
I could hear Draco sigh. "Because," he said slowly, "I. Want. You."
There was stunned silence on Harry's part -- or at least I assumed it was stunned. But then he said sarcastically, "Yeah, all right." He didn't believe Draco, not that I can blame him.
"You want proof?"
"Uh . . ."
"I'll give you proof." And then there was a rustle of sheets, a surprised-sounding squawk from Harry, and silence again.
I took the chance of peeking past the curtain and there they were, kissing. I could see that Draco was putting all that skill into practice. Harry's a lucky man. He really looked like he was enjoying himself, too.
When Draco pulled back, I ducked into my hiding place again.
"You---" Harry sounded out of breath. "You call that . . . proof?"
"What?" Draco's voice was low and dangerous.
"All I'm saying is, what a sorry kiss! You're going to have to show me some more proof than THAT if you ever want to be taken seriously."
I heard Draco chuckle and when I looked around the curtain, they were going at it again. I suppressed an urge to do a Happy Dance and instead came back to my own room to write this letter, grinning like a maniac the whole way -- I'm STILL grinning like a maniac.
Okay, Amy, maybe I'll give this place another try. I sort of like the atmosphere, after all.
Love,
Eva
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Author's Note: I really grew to like Eva in this fic and in case you did too, she's a principal character in (begin shameless plug/) my brand-new Harry Potter musical fic, which I'm about to start uploading. "The Singing Dancing Shagging Monster": It's Harry Potter! It's a musical! It's a fun machine! Sorry, I'm really fond of the fic and will do just about anything to get people to read it. Except mime. Because mimes are *evil*. (/end shameless plug and pointless ramble)
Dear Amy,
In the first place, I accept your apology. God knows we've called each other worse things in the eight years we've been best friends.
In the second place, you don't have to worry about me fixing things. Things have fixed themselves. Don't believe me? Well, I just saw Harry and Draco snogging like they were going to swallow each other's tongues, does that convince you?
Okay, you probably want a better explanation than that. Good thing it's all fresh in my memory.
So I was going to visit Harry in the hospital ward, right? But just before I reached the door, Draco turned the opposite corner and swept in without seeing me. His head was normal again. I looked around, hardly daring to believe my luck, as no one was around and Madam Pomfrey -- that's the nurse -- was off somewhere getting supplies. Harry was the only one in the ward; his bed was partitioned off with a curtain. I crept in after Draco, sneaking up to the curtain.
Now this next part I couldn't see, I could only hear what they were saying. So I'll write that almost exactly, because I remember it pretty well.
Harry said, presumably the moment he saw Draco, "What the hell are YOU doing here?" But he didn't sound pissed, Amy, he just sounded tired.
Draco was his arrogant old self. "Your guess is as good as mine, Potter."
"And my guess is that you're here to finish me off."
"Maybe I am."
"So do it then. I can't hold my wand yet, you're safe."
"I do things on my OWN terms, thank you, not because someone told me to."
"Liar."
"What?"
"You heard me. Liar. You follow your sorry excuse for a father. You always have."
"Do you understand NOTHING, Potter? Weren't you listening to that stupid game Eva made us play?" I resented that, but I couldn't exactly say anything. "Look, if I wanted to serve Voldemort, I'd serve him, dammit. But I'm not. I'm still stuck here in this pathetic excuse for a school, full of people I hate who hate me."
"Why, though? Why are you still here?"
"Because . . . because . . . I can't bring myself to leave. And don't ask me why not, because I don't KNOW why not."
"All talk and no action." Harry quoted me! That was fun.
"I suppose, if you want to think of it that way."
"I don't want to think of much at all, Draco. I'm very tired and in a fair amount of pain and I'd like to know why you're here and -- why are you looking at me like that?"
"You called me Draco."
"Slip of the tongue, I meant 'sewer-dwelling wart-covered greasy ferret'."
"Now who's the liar?"
"Oh, shut up!" But he sounded a bit amused.
They were both quiet for a moment, then Harry spoke again.
"Why ARE you here, though?"
"Brrcuziwanu."
"WHAT?"
I could hear Draco sigh. "Because," he said slowly, "I. Want. You."
There was stunned silence on Harry's part -- or at least I assumed it was stunned. But then he said sarcastically, "Yeah, all right." He didn't believe Draco, not that I can blame him.
"You want proof?"
"Uh . . ."
"I'll give you proof." And then there was a rustle of sheets, a surprised-sounding squawk from Harry, and silence again.
I took the chance of peeking past the curtain and there they were, kissing. I could see that Draco was putting all that skill into practice. Harry's a lucky man. He really looked like he was enjoying himself, too.
When Draco pulled back, I ducked into my hiding place again.
"You---" Harry sounded out of breath. "You call that . . . proof?"
"What?" Draco's voice was low and dangerous.
"All I'm saying is, what a sorry kiss! You're going to have to show me some more proof than THAT if you ever want to be taken seriously."
I heard Draco chuckle and when I looked around the curtain, they were going at it again. I suppressed an urge to do a Happy Dance and instead came back to my own room to write this letter, grinning like a maniac the whole way -- I'm STILL grinning like a maniac.
Okay, Amy, maybe I'll give this place another try. I sort of like the atmosphere, after all.
Love,
Eva
~~~~~~~~
Author's Note: I really grew to like Eva in this fic and in case you did too, she's a principal character in (begin shameless plug/) my brand-new Harry Potter musical fic, which I'm about to start uploading. "The Singing Dancing Shagging Monster": It's Harry Potter! It's a musical! It's a fun machine! Sorry, I'm really fond of the fic and will do just about anything to get people to read it. Except mime. Because mimes are *evil*. (/end shameless plug and pointless ramble)