Title: Shining Armour
Author: Tondayala Cherise Dupre. My friends call me Toni.
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. I am just playing with them, and will put them all back when I go.
Summary: Harry Potter is in love, and at a wild Halloween party, he plots a way to make his love notice him…
Warning: There are spoilers from book five and a few from book six in here, so, um, read no further if you haven't read the first six. Though if you've read less than the first six, you have some books to read that are way better than my Drarry slash.
Oh, and this has homosexuality, etc., so if that makes you uncomfortable, leave NOW.
I think I am going to switch to third person for Harry, too, because it works with the story better.
Chapter Two: DADA
"Harry, mate, are you alright?" , Ron asked, his mouth full of chocolate muffin. He swallowed and continued, "I mean, Harry, you can't just keep saying you're fine and then staring into space, sounding like you've taken a vow of silence, and," here he paused, as if waiting for a drum roll, "not eating." This was said as if it was a crime equal to stealing the crown jewels, and Harry snorted into his pumpkin juice. Even Hermione couldn't couldn't resist a smile before she dove into next year's textbooks.
"Honestly, Ron, I'm fine. " Harry insisted, "I've just had a lot on my mind, ok?"
Ron leaned in closer for his next pronouncement, "Is it a girl? Who?"
Harry chuckled at that, "No, it is most definitely not a girl. Just, schoolwork. You know how much coursework we get. And, y'know, my lessons with Dumbledore..."
Ron immediately leaned back, "Ah, right."
And he didn't say another word about it for the rest of breakfast.
But now it was Defense Against the Dark Arts and Harry thought he preferred a prying Ron to this.
"... Clearly, many of you took care to ignore everything I have taught you. Of course, not every one," here he smiled at Malfoy, who smirked. Harry's stomach lurched.. Even with the smirk... but Harry didn't let himself complete that thought; Snape was continuing his lecture,"Despite my preference to simply fail all of you who cannot comprehend this basic material, Dumbledore has mentioned that he would be displeased if over half of you failed again this quarter, so in addition to you 40-inch essay on Inferi, those of you who have once again FAILED can rewrite your study of tactics in the Battle of the Giantesses."
Inwardly, Harry groaned. Defense Against the Dark Arts, which had once been his best subject ,was rapidly becoming his worst.
Later, as they left the classroom, Malfoy bumped against Harry's shoulder, hard, "Poor Potter, failing Defense. If this is the best you can do, I'm surprised you're not dead already. "
Harry whirled around and shot back, "Poor me? I'd rather pity Voldemort. He can't even beat a kid failing Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Malfoy flushed crimson, "Potter...", he growled, but he couldn't finish the sentence.
Harry smiled wide, and walked past Malfoy, elbowing him out of the way.
He kept smiling all the way back to his room.
It was at this point that Ron, who had been happily praising Harry and burbling to himself, stopped short at the somewhat strange sight of Harry Potter screaming and writhing on his bed.
"Harry! Harry," he shouted, attempting to pry Harry out of his pillows, "What the hell is wrong? You were brilliant, everything's okay, everything's okay...", But now Harry was weeping and Ron had no clue what to do, "Harry, Hermione will rewrite your essay for you!"
The complete lack of connection between Ron and what was going on was so astonishing that Harry started to laugh.
"Now what?" Ron was totally flummoxed, "I'm going to get Hermione. She gets you when you're like this."
Harry was still weeping on his bed when Hermione came in, and she rapidly became desperate, "Oh god Harry, what's wrong? What's wrong? Do you need anything? What do you need? Harry? I'll-I'll do your Defense Essay for you!"
And then, as suddenly as it started, Harry stopped crying. He didn't speak. H was thinking, He-he didn't defend Voldemort. I don't think he could defnd Voldemort. And so he sat, rocking back and forth a little bit, just smiling and thinking to himself.
He might not be a Death Eater.
A/N: I am so mean to poor Harry. Ah well, he can deal with it. Anyway, please remember, reviews are LOVE.
:) Bye now y'all. :)
