Snow Angels

Snow Angels

~*The Moon Goddess*~

Chapter 4-Valentine's Day

Harry woke up the next morning, actually on time, and was in a good mood. He got out of bed and stretched his arms and legs for a few minutes. He had had a very peaceful sleep, and never woke up once, which was rare.

Nobody was up yet, so Harry went into the bathroom to take a shower, brush his hair, and put on his robes. After that, he went back to his bed to fetch his glasses on the nightstand and saw the cream-colored envelope lying next to them. His heart sank as he remembered the previous night and what he had written to Draco. Today was Valentine's Day and Dumbledore had promised he would explain more at this mornings breakfast. Suddenly Harry didn't feel so well and was a little nauseous in the stomach.

I can't believe I actually wrote Draco something nice, and it was actually true. I can't take it back now, though.

The other boys in the room were starting to wake and were making a lot of noise. Harry decided to go downstairs to the Common Room to wait for Hermione and Ron.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, they both showed up and all three headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Hermione opened the large, wooden doors to the Hall and gasped in surprise. Ron and Harry pushed through to see what had happened. They too, stopped dead in their tracks and stared. Dumbledore and Snape were on the floor, shagging each other. No, just kidding! The room was amazingly decorated beyond words. There were paper streamers hanging down from the ceiling in red, white and pink. There were also loud popping noises, which resulted in a downpour of heart shaped confetti. Flying around the room were miniature Cupids shooting arrows from their bows. It was all too cute.

Ron, Hermione and Harry quickly moved out of the way because a small line was forming behind them while they were too awestruck to move. They took their places at the Gryffindor table, but soon noticed that there was a plastic box at the end of the table. Thy got up to go check out what is was and quickly realized it was a place to put their Valentine's Day cards. All three did so and took their seats once again. They ate their breakfast, which happened to be pancakes, in silence because there really wasn't much to talk about since last night. They seemed to be the only ones doing that though. Everyone else was talking loudly, shouting even. It was louder than normal, but that was acceptable, seeing as today was a holiday.

Breakfast was soon over, and Harry noticed Dumbledore walking back up to the podium to tell them what the heck was going on.

"May I have your attention once again," started Dumbledore. "Happy Valentine's Day! As I had promised, I discussed what was to come next, and now I am going to tell you. You will be allowed to take the day off for the holiday."

Cheers broke out throughout the Hall, coming from everyone this time. Even Hermione didn't like going to classes all the time, and she too cheered.

"Also," Dumbledore began. "Everyone is allowed to go to Hogsmeade today under one condition. You have to buy whoever your "pal" is a present. It doesn't have to be extravagant, just something simple.

Tonight, there will be a dance, too. There you will find out who had you as a pal. And most likely there will be one dance to be saved for your pal. Make sure you dress nicely as this is a special occasion. Right now, I am going to come around to each table to pick up the plastic boxes filled with all of your cards. I will then distribute them one by one."

Dumbledore moved towards the Ravenclaw table, then Slytherin, Hufflepuff and finally Gryffindor. He made his way back up to the front, and dumped the boxes' contents into his huge white container. One by one he called out people's names.

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Blaise Zabini."

"Seamus Finnigan."

"Ron Weasley."

"Colin Creevey."

"Harry Potter."

Harry nervously walked up to where Dumblefore was standing and received his card. All eyes were focused on him and it made him feel uncomfortable. He looked over at Draco, and noticed he was staring intensely at Harry. Harry started to feel the heat rise to his cheeks, and quickly took his seat back at the table. He didn't feel like making a fool of himself in front of the whole school.

Why does Malfoy have such great influence over my emotions? This never used to happen, so why now, all of a sudden?

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Harry waited until he was up in his dorm room to open his preciously received card. He was excited to see what it said, and tore open the envelope like a bear in a garbage can. Out feel a piece of blue parchment neatly folded into thirds with deep crease lines. Harry opened it up and read the neatly printed handwriting.

You have so many scars,

Mentally and physically,

I want to know them all.

I see you everyday,

And it seems like you don't see me,

But none of that matters,

Because I'm in love with you.

Harry couldn't believe what he was reading, so he re-read it, but no matter how many times he did, the card still said the same thing. He was astonished with how nicely the words went together, like smooth skin. It made Harry's heart beat faster, all because of a simple poem. But no, it wasn't simple, it was very complex with it's own little meaning carefully thought out by the writer.

Harry tried to figure out who's writing it was, but failed. The perfect curve of the letters did not look familiar to him, but he assumed that is belonged to a female's hand, for the writing was much too neat for a guy. Unless he was gay.

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