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overly generous and updated sooner than I expected... in any case...
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Potions class was always hell for Harry but today he was operating on no sleep. Snape however spared him no aggravation with his usual comments. He had already succeeded in taking 25 points from Griffindor because of Harry's less-than-perfect potion. To make things worse, Harry's lack of concern for his torture seemed to aggravate Snape even more. All Harry could do was think about how good it would feel just to put his head down for a bit and take a little nap but that was dangerous in a class with Snape...
Draco was watching Harry almost nodding off to sleep many times only to be nudged awake by Hermione. Draco too was feeling slightly tired after being up worrying all night. Earlier at breakfast he had been relieved to see Harry safe, tired, but safe. Harry had seemed happy with Draco's presence also, which had pleased the possessive vampire very much.
"As you may remember from your 13 page essay on the origins and uses of Wolves bane, you should remember that it is one of the primary uses in bringing down a werewolf... if you need a reminder of them, you can find it in your book. Don't forget to... yes Mr. Weasley..." Snape said in his monotone voice.
"Uh... what page is it on Professor?" Ron asked putting down his raised hand.
"Mr. Weasley if you expect to me to hand feed you the information then you obviously don't belong here... maybe you can change your schedule so you have classes more suited to your level of mastery... but I think the first year roster is full... Now if I can continue without any further pointless interruptions..." Snape addressed Ron and then looked over the class.
Snape was not in a good mood recently. It was Harry's seventh year and Snape was still the potions master. In fact, Lupin had come back to Hogwarts to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts position and signed a contract to teach for the next five years. Needless to say, Snape was extremely furious with this development.
Draco couldn't help but take long glances at Harry. He wanted to tell the raven-haired god how he felt but couldn't get up the courage yet.
'Maybe I should use some of that vampire charm... I mean... he wouldn't refuse could he? He is my mate after all...' Draco gulped at the thought he wouldn't be accepted.
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Harry was starting to wonder why Draco kept starring at him a lot. It was weird but Harry thought that he kind of liked the looks Draco gave him. Lately Harry felt different about himself and many other things around him including the vampire.
'Why does he keep staring at me? Did someone hex me or what is it? Do I have another head or horns on my forehead? Why is he just looking at me? It is very weird but strangely... I think I like it.' Harry thought carefully.
The bell echoed loudly in the damp dungeon signaling the end of the double potions session. Everyone began to gather his or her things and leave as quickly as possible.
"Thank god that's over! I don't think I could have stood another comment from the crooked-nosed, ugly, old bat!" Ron raged as the made their way thought the dungeon hallways.
"Excuse me..." Draco, the vampire, came up from behind.
"Oh... erm... no offence..." Ron said embarrassed.
Ron still wasn't completely used to the idea that Draco was no longer their enemy even after last year. Hermione continued the flow of conversation with some boring news about some old artifacts found in Egypt.
"Uh... what do we have now?" Harry asked the group.
"Lunch of course." Hermione replied as if he should have known that.
"And bloody hell am I glad. I don't think I could stand classes after listening to nasty old Snape!" Ron fumed.
"He's not really that bad..." Draco said in reply to Ron's slanderous words about his favorite teacher.
"Easy for you to say, you're his pet..." Ron said coldly.
Draco looked at him very angrily.
"Uh... why don't we go to lunch now..." Harry tried to make peace and stepped in between them as they walked to the Great Hall.
The large hall sparked with excitement as a result of a notice that everyone was crowded around to see. Girlish squeals were heard mixed with talk and excitement, echoing throughout the crevices as a result of the domed ceiling.
"Wonder what's going on..." Hermione asked as they walked closer.
"Maybe they finally decided to let some of the older students drink fire whiskey... well, legally anyways." Ron said hopefully.
Hermione gave him a look of dull disdain.
"I doubt it Ron." Harry said as Patti Patil rushed up to Hermione.
"Hey, have you heard the news yet?" Patti squealed with delight.
"Uh... what's going on?" Harry asked her.
"Oh Harry, I thought you would have know about it..." Patti said with confusion.
"Me... I'm pretty sure I don't..." Harry said with the same confusion.
"Oh, well anyways, there is going to be a huge party to celebrate the death of you-know-who." Patti squeaked.
The happy Gryffindor girl ran off happily, no doubt to tell more people about the event.
"They're having a party? Who's idea was that?" Hermione questioned with slight disgust.
Just then, Dumbledor came into the noisy hall followed by the ageing Minister of Magic who's relentless talking annoyed the wise headmaster.
"Two guesses who..." The tall redhead Gryffindor boy said.
"Fudge." Draco answered the obvious for everyone.
"I'll try and see what the exact date is." Hermione announced.
"You're seriously considering going?" Ron said in disbelief.
"Well, if I have a reason to I will." Hermione smiled at Ron and hurried over to the notice board.
Ron was turning a light shade of scarlet at Hermione's words. Draco smirked as he watched the red-faced Griffindor.
"Think she likes you Ron..." Harry smiled knowingly.
"Eh... you think..." Ron beamed brighter shades of red.
Harry and Draco started laughing at Ron's statement.
"Oh shut up! Hmph... wait until you two find someone, then I'll be laughing." Ron threatened them in an attempt to stop their laughter.
"Sorry Ron... it's just... great." Harry smiled.
"And about time." Draco said amused.
"Whatever." Ron said as Hermione came rushing back.
"Hey. The sixth and seventh year's party is going to be held on Saturday, December 13th at 8:30 p.m. You don't have to have a date though it is preferred." Hermione said without breathing.
'Hmm... this might be the chance I was waiting for...' Draco thought to himself.
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Classes had seemed to drag on slowly for the rest of the day. The only light in people's day seemed to be the party. Even those not in their sixth or seventh year had a good cause to be very excited. The younger Hogwarts students were going to also have a party, as Harry later found out in the lively Gryffindor common room. The party was going to be much earlier and end way before their party even began. To the younger students, this didn't seem to be much of an issue though. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire talking about the homework they were piled on with and of course about the celebration.
"Damn it! This history of magic assignment is so stupid! Does he really expect us to write a seventeen-page essay on ancient Egyptian's favorite magical items? I think he's gone mad!" Ron fumed while clenching his quill and pressing against his parchment.
"It isn't that hard Ron. There is plenty of recorded information on the subject." Hermione said slightly frustrated with Ron's complaints.
"Well, what do you have so far?" Ron asked the brown-haired witch.
"Well, all that I have written on my final draft is: Although there are many artifacts that we know the Egyptians adored, one of the most talked about is a curtain that was discovered centuries ago by wizards and is believed to have connections with the dead. While this may be..." Hermione said smartly before being interrupted.
"Fine, I got the point. But that doesn't change the fact." Ron said sternly.
"And what fact do you think you have Ron..." Hermione said getting quite bothered by Ron's attitude.
"The fact is that this whole thing is stupid. Who wants to know anything about some old artifacts that dead people used to like!" Ron spoke angrily.
"I do Ron, and I would appreciate it if you'd just shut up about it! If you can't give things a chance then... then... it's your loss." Hermione shouted and stormed away.
"Did I miss something?" Ron said amazed with Hermione's anger.
"Yes Ron, I believe... you did." Harry said slowly.
Ron threw his paper and quill down before he sank frustrated into the couch.
"Why does that always seem to happen? I think I'll just go to bed now." Ron said and left the common room to seek peace in his sleep.
Harry placed his homework down on the table and curled up on the couch.
'If things weren't bad enough with the party and homework, now Ron and Hermione are going to be at it for days. Not to mention the nightmares about Draco I've been having. Why is it always that memory that hurts so badly? Even with Ron and Hermione dying in front of me, Draco dying hurt much more. When... when I saw him falling to the floor... oh god... what is going on with me. Do I have a thing for him or something?' Harry laughed uneasily to himself.
Neville came up to Harry unusually happy.
"Oh, hey Neville." Harry said trying to fake a smile.
"Hiya Harry!" Neville said cheerfully.
"What's going on?" Harry inquired of the forgetful Gryffindor.
"Ginny just said she'd go to the dance with me!" Neville said while grinning.
"That's wonderful Neville!" Harry said, attempting to seem as happy for him as possible.
It wasn't that Harry wasn't happy for Neville. On the contrary, Harry would have normally been happy to share in Neville's glee but Harry's mind was racing with thoughts about the nightmares and Draco. Harry barely paid attention as Neville sat down and told him of Seamus and Dean going steady and the jinx he had managed to correctly perform.
"Uh... Harry, are you feeling alright?" Neville asked the inattentive dark- haired boy.
"Oh, yeah... um... well, maybe I'll just go up to bed and rest... I guess I am a bit tired." Harry said trying to minamalize everything.
"Oh sure... sorry. Hope you feel better." Neville said slightly worried.
"Thanks." Harry replied and left up the creaky staircase to his dormitory.
Harry made his way over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. Ron was completely out of it by the sound of his snoring. Harry rubbed his face and his weary eyes as he sat there thinking to himself in the deathly cold room.
'Oh god... what is going on with me?' Harry asked himself in his head.
The weary savior got up slowly and sat by the nearest window. The stone was icy cold beneath him and the picture outside the window emulated the chaos that brewed in Harry's mind. The terrible thunder and lightning was like that of last night and the rain seemed to tap violently against the castle as before.
'Draco... why am I feeling this way? Why is it that I always think about you? I don't understand. And when I'm near you... I feel... I feel like I... I...' Harry couldn't breathe.
"I love you." Harry whispered weakly.
Tears started pouring down Harry's face showing his total confusion. He didn't understand why or how the feelings he had for the vampire were so very strong. He didn't know how the connection with Draco had come about and he was slightly scared by his desires. Understand it or not though, Harry was falling uncontrollably in love with the charming blonde-haired Slytherin.
Author: Did you like that chappie? It was really long... if you review... who knows, I may update... . Till next time...
Potions class was always hell for Harry but today he was operating on no sleep. Snape however spared him no aggravation with his usual comments. He had already succeeded in taking 25 points from Griffindor because of Harry's less-than-perfect potion. To make things worse, Harry's lack of concern for his torture seemed to aggravate Snape even more. All Harry could do was think about how good it would feel just to put his head down for a bit and take a little nap but that was dangerous in a class with Snape...
Draco was watching Harry almost nodding off to sleep many times only to be nudged awake by Hermione. Draco too was feeling slightly tired after being up worrying all night. Earlier at breakfast he had been relieved to see Harry safe, tired, but safe. Harry had seemed happy with Draco's presence also, which had pleased the possessive vampire very much.
"As you may remember from your 13 page essay on the origins and uses of Wolves bane, you should remember that it is one of the primary uses in bringing down a werewolf... if you need a reminder of them, you can find it in your book. Don't forget to... yes Mr. Weasley..." Snape said in his monotone voice.
"Uh... what page is it on Professor?" Ron asked putting down his raised hand.
"Mr. Weasley if you expect to me to hand feed you the information then you obviously don't belong here... maybe you can change your schedule so you have classes more suited to your level of mastery... but I think the first year roster is full... Now if I can continue without any further pointless interruptions..." Snape addressed Ron and then looked over the class.
Snape was not in a good mood recently. It was Harry's seventh year and Snape was still the potions master. In fact, Lupin had come back to Hogwarts to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts position and signed a contract to teach for the next five years. Needless to say, Snape was extremely furious with this development.
Draco couldn't help but take long glances at Harry. He wanted to tell the raven-haired god how he felt but couldn't get up the courage yet.
'Maybe I should use some of that vampire charm... I mean... he wouldn't refuse could he? He is my mate after all...' Draco gulped at the thought he wouldn't be accepted.
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Harry was starting to wonder why Draco kept starring at him a lot. It was weird but Harry thought that he kind of liked the looks Draco gave him. Lately Harry felt different about himself and many other things around him including the vampire.
'Why does he keep staring at me? Did someone hex me or what is it? Do I have another head or horns on my forehead? Why is he just looking at me? It is very weird but strangely... I think I like it.' Harry thought carefully.
The bell echoed loudly in the damp dungeon signaling the end of the double potions session. Everyone began to gather his or her things and leave as quickly as possible.
"Thank god that's over! I don't think I could have stood another comment from the crooked-nosed, ugly, old bat!" Ron raged as the made their way thought the dungeon hallways.
"Excuse me..." Draco, the vampire, came up from behind.
"Oh... erm... no offence..." Ron said embarrassed.
Ron still wasn't completely used to the idea that Draco was no longer their enemy even after last year. Hermione continued the flow of conversation with some boring news about some old artifacts found in Egypt.
"Uh... what do we have now?" Harry asked the group.
"Lunch of course." Hermione replied as if he should have known that.
"And bloody hell am I glad. I don't think I could stand classes after listening to nasty old Snape!" Ron fumed.
"He's not really that bad..." Draco said in reply to Ron's slanderous words about his favorite teacher.
"Easy for you to say, you're his pet..." Ron said coldly.
Draco looked at him very angrily.
"Uh... why don't we go to lunch now..." Harry tried to make peace and stepped in between them as they walked to the Great Hall.
The large hall sparked with excitement as a result of a notice that everyone was crowded around to see. Girlish squeals were heard mixed with talk and excitement, echoing throughout the crevices as a result of the domed ceiling.
"Wonder what's going on..." Hermione asked as they walked closer.
"Maybe they finally decided to let some of the older students drink fire whiskey... well, legally anyways." Ron said hopefully.
Hermione gave him a look of dull disdain.
"I doubt it Ron." Harry said as Patti Patil rushed up to Hermione.
"Hey, have you heard the news yet?" Patti squealed with delight.
"Uh... what's going on?" Harry asked her.
"Oh Harry, I thought you would have know about it..." Patti said with confusion.
"Me... I'm pretty sure I don't..." Harry said with the same confusion.
"Oh, well anyways, there is going to be a huge party to celebrate the death of you-know-who." Patti squeaked.
The happy Gryffindor girl ran off happily, no doubt to tell more people about the event.
"They're having a party? Who's idea was that?" Hermione questioned with slight disgust.
Just then, Dumbledor came into the noisy hall followed by the ageing Minister of Magic who's relentless talking annoyed the wise headmaster.
"Two guesses who..." The tall redhead Gryffindor boy said.
"Fudge." Draco answered the obvious for everyone.
"I'll try and see what the exact date is." Hermione announced.
"You're seriously considering going?" Ron said in disbelief.
"Well, if I have a reason to I will." Hermione smiled at Ron and hurried over to the notice board.
Ron was turning a light shade of scarlet at Hermione's words. Draco smirked as he watched the red-faced Griffindor.
"Think she likes you Ron..." Harry smiled knowingly.
"Eh... you think..." Ron beamed brighter shades of red.
Harry and Draco started laughing at Ron's statement.
"Oh shut up! Hmph... wait until you two find someone, then I'll be laughing." Ron threatened them in an attempt to stop their laughter.
"Sorry Ron... it's just... great." Harry smiled.
"And about time." Draco said amused.
"Whatever." Ron said as Hermione came rushing back.
"Hey. The sixth and seventh year's party is going to be held on Saturday, December 13th at 8:30 p.m. You don't have to have a date though it is preferred." Hermione said without breathing.
'Hmm... this might be the chance I was waiting for...' Draco thought to himself.
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Classes had seemed to drag on slowly for the rest of the day. The only light in people's day seemed to be the party. Even those not in their sixth or seventh year had a good cause to be very excited. The younger Hogwarts students were going to also have a party, as Harry later found out in the lively Gryffindor common room. The party was going to be much earlier and end way before their party even began. To the younger students, this didn't seem to be much of an issue though. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in front of the fire talking about the homework they were piled on with and of course about the celebration.
"Damn it! This history of magic assignment is so stupid! Does he really expect us to write a seventeen-page essay on ancient Egyptian's favorite magical items? I think he's gone mad!" Ron fumed while clenching his quill and pressing against his parchment.
"It isn't that hard Ron. There is plenty of recorded information on the subject." Hermione said slightly frustrated with Ron's complaints.
"Well, what do you have so far?" Ron asked the brown-haired witch.
"Well, all that I have written on my final draft is: Although there are many artifacts that we know the Egyptians adored, one of the most talked about is a curtain that was discovered centuries ago by wizards and is believed to have connections with the dead. While this may be..." Hermione said smartly before being interrupted.
"Fine, I got the point. But that doesn't change the fact." Ron said sternly.
"And what fact do you think you have Ron..." Hermione said getting quite bothered by Ron's attitude.
"The fact is that this whole thing is stupid. Who wants to know anything about some old artifacts that dead people used to like!" Ron spoke angrily.
"I do Ron, and I would appreciate it if you'd just shut up about it! If you can't give things a chance then... then... it's your loss." Hermione shouted and stormed away.
"Did I miss something?" Ron said amazed with Hermione's anger.
"Yes Ron, I believe... you did." Harry said slowly.
Ron threw his paper and quill down before he sank frustrated into the couch.
"Why does that always seem to happen? I think I'll just go to bed now." Ron said and left the common room to seek peace in his sleep.
Harry placed his homework down on the table and curled up on the couch.
'If things weren't bad enough with the party and homework, now Ron and Hermione are going to be at it for days. Not to mention the nightmares about Draco I've been having. Why is it always that memory that hurts so badly? Even with Ron and Hermione dying in front of me, Draco dying hurt much more. When... when I saw him falling to the floor... oh god... what is going on with me. Do I have a thing for him or something?' Harry laughed uneasily to himself.
Neville came up to Harry unusually happy.
"Oh, hey Neville." Harry said trying to fake a smile.
"Hiya Harry!" Neville said cheerfully.
"What's going on?" Harry inquired of the forgetful Gryffindor.
"Ginny just said she'd go to the dance with me!" Neville said while grinning.
"That's wonderful Neville!" Harry said, attempting to seem as happy for him as possible.
It wasn't that Harry wasn't happy for Neville. On the contrary, Harry would have normally been happy to share in Neville's glee but Harry's mind was racing with thoughts about the nightmares and Draco. Harry barely paid attention as Neville sat down and told him of Seamus and Dean going steady and the jinx he had managed to correctly perform.
"Uh... Harry, are you feeling alright?" Neville asked the inattentive dark- haired boy.
"Oh, yeah... um... well, maybe I'll just go up to bed and rest... I guess I am a bit tired." Harry said trying to minamalize everything.
"Oh sure... sorry. Hope you feel better." Neville said slightly worried.
"Thanks." Harry replied and left up the creaky staircase to his dormitory.
Harry made his way over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. Ron was completely out of it by the sound of his snoring. Harry rubbed his face and his weary eyes as he sat there thinking to himself in the deathly cold room.
'Oh god... what is going on with me?' Harry asked himself in his head.
The weary savior got up slowly and sat by the nearest window. The stone was icy cold beneath him and the picture outside the window emulated the chaos that brewed in Harry's mind. The terrible thunder and lightning was like that of last night and the rain seemed to tap violently against the castle as before.
'Draco... why am I feeling this way? Why is it that I always think about you? I don't understand. And when I'm near you... I feel... I feel like I... I...' Harry couldn't breathe.
"I love you." Harry whispered weakly.
Tears started pouring down Harry's face showing his total confusion. He didn't understand why or how the feelings he had for the vampire were so very strong. He didn't know how the connection with Draco had come about and he was slightly scared by his desires. Understand it or not though, Harry was falling uncontrollably in love with the charming blonde-haired Slytherin.
Author: Did you like that chappie? It was really long... if you review... who knows, I may update... . Till next time...