Teasers of what's to come…
A/N These are short(end versions of) scenes from my upcoming H/D fic. I felt like I should post something, especially for my friends to see that I have been doing more work on it that I had shown them. I constantly ask them for details to help me… So – here's thank ye to them, I hope you enjoy. I'll probably work on the story entirely a lot more, have most of it fully edited before I post a first finished chapter. Sorry, I want it to be good ^_^ Give me your thoughts.
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The second flash of lightning was what woke Harry. Turning out of bed, he groggily made his way to the window. Thunder rumbled close by as he tried to see through the grey, muggy darkness. There were torrents of water coming down against the window, and it soon became plain to Harry that they would not be working in the garden today.
He stepped out into the hallway, where he heard feet pattering in his direction. Soon Draco's legs and the rest of his body appeared, white-blonde locks drenched.
"Oh. So you've decided to wake up now," Malfoy sneered.
"Uhh.. Have you been running outside trying to trim that rose bush?"
Draco gritted his teeth. "Save it, Potter. Have you taken notice of this storm, Scarhead?" he ignored the expression on Harry's face and continued. "Did you also realise that you left the windows open yesterday?"
Harry blanched. He was right. But Draco had forgotten too… It was probably flodding down the other end of the hall by now. Those windows were huge, and the storm didn't seem like it would end any time soon.
"Right."
"You go down that way and shut every window in the hall."
"Couldn't we just use impervious?"
Draco paused. "I thought spending all that time around Granger would at least help your brain soak up some knowledge. You can't perform impervious with the rain hitting the windows as heavy as this. And anyway, we'd need to spell the outside of the house. Don't you think it's a bit late for that? Unless you'd like to volunteer to get completely soaked, of course."
Harry just walked away down the hall, not letting Draco feel like he'd won anything.
He was probably smirking nonetheless.
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If felt… strange to be walking around in the ministry building. He hadn't been here since the brief attack on the upper floors, and things had changed to a certain degree. But that's what he was here for. To erase any remnants of his father's presence.
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"You'd have to be blind not to notice," Hermione comment as Harry and Draco headed towards them.
"Notice what?" The Boy Who Lived quipped. He just voiced the question Ron had been wanting an answer to.
"Come on," she said quickly. "Let's go to Flourish and Blotts. After that Malfoy can treat us to shakes and ice cream."
Harry laughed at the face Draco was pulling at the thought of buying them all sweet food of a sloppy semi-frozen substance, as though he were the parent and Ron, Hermione and Harry were the children.
"I'll have chocolate, thanks."
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Draco stopped. Neville Longbottom was standing at the other end of the corridor.
There was another dark form beside him, clinging to Neville's arm and shoulder.
"This way, Dad. Back to your room." If Mr Longbottom had made a response, Draco hadn't been able to see. He stayed were he was, but moved away quickly when he realised he had just been standing still watching. Too late. Neville recognised him. His small eyes widened, and he stopped helping his father to shuffle back to the ward.
"Malfoy?" The voice was unsure.
Draco didn't reply. He whipped around and walked away.
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When Neville stepped out of St. Mungo's, he let out a breath. Narcissa Malfoy: recently admitted. Malfoy's mother was mad.
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Take off your glasses, Potter."
Harry blinked. What?
"Er…Why?"
"And we'll need to cover up that scar too. The ministry officials would have told these bloody Muggles what we look like," he replied smoothly, walking quickly and holding some of their recovered goods.
Harry grumbled in return. A thought hit him, making him grin wickedly.
"Malfoy… You'll need to dye your hair."
"What?!" Draco immediately flung a hand towards his hair, a horrified expression displaying itself clearly across his features.
"Well, if they've put these muggles on the lookout for us, then they're sure to notive your hair." Harry's grin widened.
"I should have paid more attention to those witch teen magazines Parvati and Lavender had… Bet there's a helpful little spell in there to alter hair colour..."
"I. Will. not. do. anything to.my.hair!"
Harry shrugged, secretly plotting to invent a charm that would make the ferret's hair a nice shade of sickly green. Or Gryffindor colours… Pity Malfoy always –
"Move it, Potter. Now."
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Review? This was supposed to be kind of fun to read. What do you think?
Munku-JGSPTV ^_^