You know that awkward moment when I'm too drunk to put on a header
PART ONE :
http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/233869.htmlPART TWO :
http://digthewriter.livejournal.com/234168.html “I keep insisting on seeing you because...” Malfoy hiccuped, “...because... maybe I was trying to tell you...”
Harry chuckled. “Whatever it is, Malfoy, it’ll have to wait until morning.”
“No!” Malfoy seemed rather resolute. “I need to tell you this now, Potter, because you just don’t seem to get it. You don’t seem to understand what it is I’m trying to say--”
“I love you.” Harry caught himself blurting out. “Wait...what? No...” Did he just say all of that outloud?
“I’m sorry,” Malfoy said, stumbling as he approached Harry and then the Knight Bus pulled up.
“Come on, then.”
part four