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Only the Ring Finger Knows	By : aoigensou Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I�m finding it a little hard to motivate
myself right now, even though I promised myself that I�d write something every
single night. I�ll probably make up for
my lack of productivity by spending my spare moments at work writing. I guess I�ll leave it in third person. I�ve had a couple of people tell me not to
bother rewriting the first chapter, and to just update as fast as possible, so
that is heartening I suppose. This
story has gotten me the most reviews I�ve ever received, EVER. It makes me feel happy and squishy
inside. ^_^

Oh, a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Tom Felton!! He turned seventeen on the 22^nd of
September, and now can drive!!
Hehehehe, I love him� my darling
Draco Malfoy (and Louis Leonowens).

Disclaimer:
Think of the wittiest, most clever disclaimer stating that I don�t own
this, and pretend that I said it right here.

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Chapter 2

The incident involving the ring had spread all over
the school by lunchtime, and the end of the day couldn�t come fast enough for
Harry. After Transfiguration Harry had
been hounded nonstop about where he had gotten his ring. No matter how much he tried to tell people
that he just couldn�t remember, they wouldn�t stop asking. Some girls thought that he was lying so that
he could keep the secret all to himself.
Frankly, Harry was starting to get a little irritated with the
questions, and it was showing in his demeanor.

By the time that Harry reached the Gryffindor
common room (taking the longest and most remote route possible to avoid coming
across anyone), his expression had turned from the mild irritation it held
previously in the day to something meant to keep anything and everything up to
and including Norwegian Ridgebacks at a distance of ten feet. Of course, girls with schoolyard crushes are
far scarier that mere dragons. And much
more persistent.

Harry hadn�t gotten three feet from the entrance to
the common room before he�d been spotted, and inevitably swarmed by the entire
population of first through sixth year Gryffindor girls. It was hard to make out what most of them
were saying to him, seeing as they were all speaking at once, but a few of the
louder ones let their voices be heard.

�Harry, where did you get the ring?�

�Harry, you�ll help us find one like it, won�t
you?�

�Please Harry, tell us!�

�You wouldn�t keep this a secret from your own
housemates, would you?�

The press of people against Harry was beginning to
be unbearable, and his eyes started darting around, searching for an
escape. It was no mean feat to find
one, the girls were intent on finding out whatever the cost, and didn�t seem to
want tt hit him go.
The frustration levels reached
a peak as his robes were grabbed and tugged on slighting and the whining
continued to grate on his already frayed nerves. He stopped in the middle of the common room and dropped his bag
on the floor, startling everyone in there.
With a determined expression on his face, Harry stood up on one of the
low tables so as to be heard and seen by all in the vicinity.

�I don�t know why the bloody hell you want to know
where I got my ring,� he began.

�Because I want to share a ring with Draco Malfoy!�
a voice cried out. Harry raised his
hand impatiently.

�I don�t know why, and frankly I don�t care. Just so I don�t have to say this more than
once tonight, let me tell you that I cannot
remember where I purchased it; therefore there is absolutely no reason for you
all to keep asking me the same question over and over. So please stop.�

Having finished his short speech, Harry stood down
from the table and picked his things up amidst grumblings of �that�s not fair,�
and �I bet he just wants to keep the secret to himself.� He sighed and muttered �You�re all nutters,�
before wearily climbing the spiral staircase to the dormitory.

His eyes roved across the room, pleased to find it
empty for the time being. Cursing his
fate under his breath, Harry dropped his bag on his trunk and flopped face down
on his bed, burying his face in his pillow.

�It�s a good thing Christmas holidays start next
week, I think I really need a break from Draco-sodding-Malfoy.� He turned over, kicked his shoes off next to
his bed, and shifted himself so that he was lying correctly on his bed, rather
than diagonally as he had been. His
hands found their way behind his head, cradling it, and his ankles crossed
themselves. His eyes stared up.

�It�s been barely a day since we started fighting
again, and I�m already tired of him,� Harry mused out loud, closing his eyes
and relaxing. �I can�t believe that
everyone thinks he�s this nice guy now.
Feh. If he�s so nice, then
what�s with that attitude? And the mean
remarks?� Harry shifted to his side.

�Of course, everyone else gets the nice
treatment. Help with potions, kind
words, but that just doesn�t seem like Malfoy.
The nicest he�d been to me was ignoring me up until yesterday.� Harry sighed deeply there. �elt elt weird to be ignored by him� like
something was missing from my day�� A grim smile appeared. �It�s good to know that we haven�t changed
in regards to one another. Too much
else has changed.�

Though closed, Harry�s eyelids still gave the
impression of heavin

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I realize that I�m obsessing over Malfoy lately,
and that bothers me. Not in the way
that it should, mind you. It bothers me
that it�s a one-sided obsession on my part.
This thought keeps rolling around in my head as I wander the halls of
the castle. It�s after two in the
morning, and I find that I can�t sleep.
This isn�t anything new, it�s a regular habit that I wish I didn�t have. But one can�t always control insomnia.

Wandering the halls of the castle is second nature
to me. I know some of these drafty
passages better than I know the neighborhood where I grew up. I can let my mind wander and my feet will
take me where they will. And I do.

Before long the atmosphere changes. I no longer feel the chilled draftiness of
the halls around my Tower, but the dank staleness of the dungeons. Somehow this doesn�t bother me either. There�s no one here, I have no worries. For now I just meander quietly along as I
think. I�m not thinking about anything
in particular, just peaceful images and snippets of murmuring voices from the
past. I expect it to stay that way
until I return to my Tower.

�Harry.�

I�m startled.
I turn around and quickly take in what�s around me. A figure emerges from the shadows. One with blonde hair and silver-blue
eyes. It was apparently his voice that
said my name just now. I don�t feel
like fighting right now, so I just nod once at him.

�Malfoy.�

�You can call me Draco, you know.� Draco Malfoy gives me a slight smile. This, of all things, surprises me. I�ve seen him do many things with his mouth,
but smile at me is not one of them.

It takes mom moment to find my voice.

�No, I can�t,� I say firmly. His smile turns into a smirk. I start to fiddle with the ring on my
finger, and my eyes automatically find themselves looking for the very same
ring on Malfoy�s finger. It�s there.

�Ah yes, of course. Would that be because you are incapable of formulating the words,
or merely because you hate me?� His
words are light, almost mocking, but with an undertone of sadness that is
barely noticeable.

�I don�t hate you,� I reply automatically, shocking
both of us. My mouth is hanging open, I
can feel it. And as I examine my
feelings, I know that what I said is true.
�I don�t hate you, Malfoy. I
hate your attitude.�

�I�ve changed.�

�Not in my eyes.�

I take a step back as Malfoy takes a step forward,
and find myself trapped against a wall.
Malfoy places hisds tds to either side of my head and leans
forward. His lips are next to my
ear. Before I can help myself, I
whisper, �It made me sad when you ignored me.�

I can feel my face turning red, and I can�t help
it. But instead of laughing at me, as I
expect him to do, Malfoy merely exhales slowly. I can feel the warm air over my ear, and it makes me shiver
slightly.

�Harry�� Malfoy whispers.

�What�� I barely manage to say.

�There�s something I need to tell you.�

I take a shuddery breath. This is beyond bizarre.

�Wake up Harry.�

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Harry awoke suddenly, and stretched his curled up
limbs. He simultaneously yawned, and
then relaxed back into the softness of his bed. He scratched his head idly, and struggled to remember his rapidly
fading dream.

�I remember the castle, and I remember talking� but
nothing else.� He mentally
shrugged. ��S not important right
now.� Lazily Harry turned his head to
face the window, and noted that the sky was starting to light up. He estimated that it would be about a half
an hour before everyone else would wake.
�Perfect time for a shower.� He
felt out of sorts, having slept in his clothing from the previous day, and
wanted id hid himself of that feeling.

Harry dragged himself out of his bed and gathered
his things for a shower. Padding his
way barefooted to the bathroom, he stripped down and chose a stall. Fiddling with the knobs until the water was
the perfect temperature, he proceeded to wash himself at a leisurely pace. He had neglected to take his ring off this
time, and every stroke that ran across his skin left a tingly, slightly cold
feeling behind from the feel of the metal and soap.

It was a pleasant change from most mornings when
Harry was incredibly rushed, usually waking up late. He took his time, staying under the buffeting spray until his
fingers started turning wrinkly, and he felt that the rest of his dorm were
about to start stirring. With some
regret, he turned the water off and toweled himself dspanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He grabbed the clothes he�d brought to the
bathroom and pulled them on.

�Hmm, even have time to try and do something with
my hair.� Harry grabbed a comb and
stood before a mirror, attempting to tame his messy mop of hair.

A few strokes through, and it seemed like it was
getting better. Harry �hmm�ed softly,
and said a spell to dry his hair. �Heh,
wandless magic, one of the most difficult techniques to master, and I use it to
do my hair.� Harry grinned wryly at his
reflection, which returned the favor.
He noted with some disappointment that while his hair looked slightly
neater, it still stood out in several directions in the patented Harry Potter
fashion. Shaking his head, he drew the
comb through a couple more times, before giving up completely. His hair would never behave, no matter how
much he tried.

Harry gathered up his discarded clothing and put it
in the hamper for the house elves to take care of, and stepped back into the
dorm room. Some semblance of life was
returning to his mates as they groaned and stretched, trying to wake themselves
from unfinished dreams. He smiled gently
at them and walked to the end of his own bed, where his bag had been dropped
the night before.

Gathering his things, Harry went downstairs to the
common room and thanked whatever deities were looking out for him that it was
deserted. That meant that he would not
have to deal with giggly girls trying to pump him for information. His weekend was already looking up.

His step was light as he made his way from
Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall for breakfast. s"> Harry was in such a cheerful mood, that he didn�t even notice
when he was on a collision course with someone until he ran into them.

�I�m sorry, please excuse me,� he apologized
automatically, before looking up to see who he�d run into. For the second time in as many days, Harry
was face to face with Draco Malfoy, who looked mildly amused. Harry felt his good mood slipping.

�Potter.�
Malfoy sounded civil.

�Malfoy,� Harry spat back.

�I accept.�

�What are you talking about?� Harry was desperately confused with Malfoy�s
last statement, and it showed clearly on his face. Malfoy gave a short laugh.

�Your apology.�

�Oh. Well I
wouldn�t have apologized if I had known it were you.� The venom in Harry�s voice was unmistakable.

�Testy, aren�t we this morning? Upset because we happen to share the same ring?� Malfoy shook his head. �Pathetic.�

�No, Malfoy.
I just hate you.� Harry glared
at Malfoy, whose face seemed to change expression for half a second, but went
back to normal so fast that Harry thought he�d imagined it.

�Good day, Potter.� Malfoy stalked off. Harry
felt mollified that he hadn�t been the one to run away first. And yet something in the back of his mind
bugged him, words he couldn�t quite grasp.

�I
don�t hate you� I just hate your attitude.�

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After-chapter noteage: Well, that took longer than I anticipated, but a lot has gone
on. My brother is leaving for basic
training for the Navy today, and I wanted to finish this chapter before I left
to see him off.

That dream was difficult, let me tell you. I dislike writing in present tense, and
first person is difficult for me as I mentioned before. Hopefully it had the desired effect,
though. I wanted it to stand out, to be
different. Tell me what you think!

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Hope you�re all as excited to see what happens next as I am to
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Edit 9/30: *cries* One review?!? Did I do something wrong? Maaaan... *goes to look for confidence to continue*
Edit 10/5: Well, I'm going to try to update this before my birthday (Saturday the 9th), but I make no promises...

NEXT CHAPTER:
Harry eats breakfast, and rumors circulate. Christmas is on its way�
Harry thinks he�ll be alone at Hogwarts. Oh how wrong he is.
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