Unwhispered Words

That night, sleep was difficult to find. How was it possible that Draco was having this effect on me? I mean, it’s not like we had ever spent any actual time together. In fact, we had barely even spoken to one another. I just didn’t understand. Draco was everything that I never wanted to be affiliated with. He was a right prat is what he was. Rude, evil, hateful, and just all around thoroughly unhappy and mean. That doesn’t give him the right to go around and judge and pick on others because of who they are, what they look like, or worst of all, their blood status. What the hell is the difference between us all anyways? There is none! Hell, Hermione is the brightest witch in the school and she’s muggle born!

And yet here I am, lying in my bed, trying my best to ignore the warmth spreading throughout my body every single time I imagine Draco’s face, or hear his voice in my head. It didn’t add up. The boy is one of the most attractive boy’s in the school, yes, but with a personality like his, that should totally shut it down for me. Why would I like somebody like that? I wouldn’t, I shouldn’t! It’s not right. It’s like, against my moral code or something, I don’t know.

I do know one thing though. I have Harry. Why would I want Draco if I have Harry? I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, actually. Harry makes me feel like no one else ever has. I know that it’s only been a week, and that’s supposed to be too early to say, but it’s true. I mean, I’m not saying I love Harry or anything. Definitely not. Love and like are two completely different things, but I do feel something. I don’t remember the last time I felt anything besides sorrow and disgust.

Draco.. He used to always make me feel disgusted.. Where did that go? Every time I see him now, I feel like I want to swoon, fall into his arms and pray that he catches me. It just keeps getting stronger. I mean, I was looking for him in the hallways, in the Great Hall, out on the grounds. I didn’t even do that with Harry. Granted, I knew that Harry would find me, and that I didn’t have to look, but isn’t that what a girlfriend is supposed to do? Be so excited to see their significant other that you just have to find them? I don’t even bother. Is that bad?

Am I a horrible girlfriend to Harry because I don’t do those things towards him, but I’ll do them towards someone else? Is that like cheating? I don’t think so.. It’s okay to look as long as you don’t touch. I’ve never tried anything like that with Draco. I mean, I did try to hug him that one time, but he totally blew me off, and I wasn’t with Harry then.

This is all just so complicated.

The next morning, I woke up and pushed Draco as far back in my mind as I possibly could. Harry was taking me to Hogsmeade today. My boyfriend. I would spend my entire day with him, completely indulged in one another, happy and carefree, and there was no way that anybody, especially Draco Malfoy, was going to come between us. I wouldn’t allow it.

I honestly couldn’t wait to see Harry, and see what he had in store for us today. It was so exciting, not just having a boyfriend, but having him as a boyfriend. He was just so sweet I didn’t know what to do with myself, and he wanted me. He didn’t care about holding my hand in public, and he was quick to tell anybody who questioned our relationship that yes, I really was his, and he couldn’t be happier.

Even Hermione and Ron were warming up to me. I giggled to myself. Hermione and Ron.. So odd calling them that rather than Granger and Weasley. Ron held back his comments much better now, and I only heard about one offensive thing a day leave his lips, and Hermione had finally stopped looking at me like I would strike for the kill at any second. Or maybe she was nervous I would say something about what had occurred when I found her in the Owlery crying.

I skipped through the common room, sauntered through the dungeons, and began heading towards the Great Hall. Harry would be waiting for me, and I couldn’t wait to see him. I couldn’t help but wonder about what he had planned for us today. Maybe he would take me to Madame Puddifoot’s? Oh god. That sounds awful. Floating hearts and all that hoo-hah has never been my thing. That was something I knew even if I never had been in a relationship before.

I like affection, but that is just too much for me. Hopefully he’ll be more sensible and take me to The Three Broomstick’s instead. Hell, I would be happy if he took me to the Hog’s Head. Just not to Madame Puddifoot’s. The thought of it truly disgusts me. Ew.

As I rounded the corner, I saw Harry standing by the Gryffindor table, talking to none other than Cho Chang. My fists automatically clenched by my side. What exactly does that little skank think she’s doing? I waited for a moment, trying to calm myself, reminding myself not to be too quick to judge the situation at hand. He was standing a good foot away from her, although she was gradually moving closer to him. Harry didn’t even seem to care, checking his watch. Aw, maybe he’s waiting for me, wondering where I am. I slowly began walking towards him. His back was to me, so he had no idea I was approaching, and Cho was too focused on him to notice me heading their way.

She reached out to him, flipping her hair over her shoulder, giggling a little too loudly, an obvious sign she was trying to flirt with him. I quickened my pace. That bitch really thinks she can flirt with my boyfriend? I don’t think so!

I saw Hermione open her mouth to greet me, but I quickly put my finger to my lips, shaking my head. She glanced to Cho and Harry, then back to me, catching on, nodding her head. I put my arms around Harry’s waist, kissing him on the back of his neck.

“Guess who.” I whispered in his ear. He turned to me smiling, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

“Hey, I was wondering where you were.” He replied.

“Sorry, I had to make sure I looked good for my man, for our date today.” I smiled, emphasizing the words my and date, hoping Cho would hear, taking his hand in mine.

“You know you look good no matter what, Charlotte.” He leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, but instead, I turned my head, catching his lips with my own, pulling him to me, making sure we were pressed against one another, leaning into his chest.

“I’ve missed you,” I sighed, pulling away, although making sure my arm stayed securely wrapped around his waist. A big grin spread across his face. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

I turned towards Cho, acting as if I had only just noticed her. “Oh, hello Cho.” She glared back at me, her eyes smoldering, her anger more than obvious. She didn’t reply. “Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, I was just talking to Harry—“

“Oh really?” I questioned, cutting her off. “I hope whatever it was isn’t too important because I’m going to have to steal him for myself now.”

“Well that’s rather rude. We were in the middle of a conversation.” She snapped.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that so? Hm, that’s too bad. Word of advice, Cho. Next time, talk faster.” I hissed, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him down to where Hermione and Ron were sitting, not allowing him a chance to say good-bye.

“Someone is feeling feisty this morning.” He whispered in my ear before pecking me on the cheek.

“Do you really expect me to sit back and let that little hoe try and flirt with my man? I don’t think so. Doesn’t work that way baby. You got yourself the jealous type.” I grinned cheekily at him. I was surprised when he didn’t smile back.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Charlotte. You’re better than that. And are you saying you get to decide who I do and don’t speak to?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I sat there speechless for a moment before I replied. “No, Harry, that’s not what I’m saying at all.. You can associate with whomever you want. I trust you, and I know you won’t do anything foolish. It’s just Cho. She is one person at this school I just do not like. Nothing is going to change that. That’s how I feel. Plus, considering your past with her, can you blame me? That’s the only person who I’m not comfortable with you being around. I don’t trust her. It makes me uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I upset you by how I acted..”

Harry sighed, digesting my words. “So, the jealous type, eh?” He smirked before leaning in and planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry Charlotte. I’m all yours.”

I smiled, squeezing his hand before turning to greet Hermione and Ron, filling my plate with food.

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I could feel my excitement growing once Hogsmeade came into view. What did Harry have planned for us today? I was dying to know, and it took all my self-control not to ask him a million times, although I couldn’t restrain myself from asking at least ten times, and every single time, Harry would just laugh and say “You’ll see.”

Ron and Hermione accompanied us on the way, staying ahead and whispering to each other. I knew they were talking about me, but I had gotten used to the feeling. Harry held me close to him the whole walk, occasionally kissing my head and giving me a light squeeze. I love how affectionate he is with me. I’ve noticed it’s a rarity among a lot of the boys at the school.

I always knew Harry was different, before he and I got together. I mean, I had been watching him from afar since 4th year. I saw the way he treated others, and he was a genuine person. The only time I ever saw him get mad was with Draco, and I can’t blame him for that. Draco’s an ass.

I held my tongue as Harry led me past The Three Broomsticks, headed in the direction of Madame Puddifoot’s. Why oh why did he have to decide to take me there of all places? I sighed. I felt my disgust grow more and more as we grew closer and closer to the door that led to the place that was just too lovey dovey for me. However, instead of continuing towards it, Harry led me to the right, towards a path that led into the forest. I remained silent, gazing up at him with a questioning look. A shy smile I hadn’t seen before appeared on his face, but he didn’t say anything.

He led me through the trees, along the path, before we came to a clearing towards the end of the trail. My eyes widened at the sight before me, my heartbeat quickening.

“Oh, Harry..”

I leaned into him, feeling his arm tighten around my waist.

“It’s beautiful.”

Off in the distance was a beautiful, clear blue lake, surrounded by huge green trees, wildlife all around it, unaware of the world around them. Rolling hills as a backdrop that the sun shone down on so elegantly, yet so perfectly. It was stunning.

Harry had set up another picnic for us, a large blue blanket spread across the ground, the food already spread out, a bouquet of roses placed off to the side.

“Hermione and Ron helped.. That’s what they were talking about on the way here. That’s why I let them get so far ahead.. Do you like it?”

“I love it, Harry.. It’s spectacular.”

He led me over to the blanket, sitting down beside me. “You deserve the best, Charlotte, and I’m gonna make sure I give it to you.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. I returned the kiss, scooting towards him, running my fingers through his hair to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He pressed his lips harder against mine, running his tongue along my lower lip. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth, battling him for dominance, when I heard someone scoff behind us. Harry must have heard it too, because he pulled away looking over my shoulder, his face hardening, hatred evident in his eyes.

“Well, lookey what we have here.”

My body froze at the sound of that voice. I turned around, my eyes wide. You have got to be kidding me.

“What are you doing here, Draco?”