Title: The Boy Who Kept Falling in Love
Writer: Me; Azkaban91; Rosa.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters, I didn't create them, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is mine though, so don't steal.
Summary: Harry Potter keeps falling for the wrong girls... but maybe it's not a girl he's supposed to fall for.
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, a bunch of people that aren't really interesting.
Author's note: This is my first story in 3 years, so don't be too hard on me. / Terrible chapter. Terribly short. But please, get through this, because I'll make up for it with the next chapter.
Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourited :]
Chapter 3.
Fortunately it was still rather early, and Harry made it to his bed without running into someone else. He quickly discarded his shoes and jeans, and slipped into bed to catch a few more hours of sleep.
He woke up an hour and a half later when Ron told him to get up and get some breakfast with them. Harry slowly did what he was told, all the while trying to fight the horrible headache he still had.
They made their way to the Great Hall and sat down next to Hermione for breakfast.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Harry muttered as he looked at the food and felt the unmistakeble feeling in his stomach.
He ran from the Griffyndor table towards the nearest restroom, discarding the stares of his classmates. One of these stares in particular belonged to a certain Slytherin.
Draco sat at the Slytherin table. He had taken a hangover Potion and was feeling perfectly fine. He shook his head as Harry emerged from the Great Hall, that boy forgot he was a wizard so terribly often. He felt the little glass vile in his robepocket which contained another doze of the Hangover Potion, just in case. He muttered a half hearted excuse and made his way towards the restrooms as well.
On first sight the bathroom seemed abandoned, but a closer look told him that one of the last cubicles was occupied and a horrible lurching sound came from inside. He sighed and waited for Harry to finish throwing up.
When the dark-haired wizard finally made his way out of the cubicle he looked horrible dishelved. Sweat plastered his hair to his face.
"Potter." Draco spoke. "Take this." He said as he held out the vile.
Harry raised his eyebrows in suspicion.
"It's a Hangover Potion." Draco explained. Harry, thinking he would do anything to get rid of the hangover, took the vile eagerly and downed it. He felt a slightly warm sensation as the liquid slid down his throat. Within seconds the sick feeling he still felt disappeared, and the headache slowly faded away.
"Thanks." He said, surprised that it hadn't been poisonous. The blonde scoffed.
"Don't think I did it for you. Just didn't want people to start questioning what happened last night. Which they surely would if they saw you in your hung over state." The words tasted bitter as they left his tongue. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to point out that he didn't do it to help the other boy.
Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion, but the rest of his expression showed that he didn't really care.
"Whatever." He sighed and made his way out. "Thanks anyway." He said as he left the Slytherin behind.
The next few days were okay. Harry no longer hid in his room and he felt somewhat better now that he noticed a lot of people were on his side when it came to the Turpin-fiasco. He made his way to Potions while talking to Parvati Patil, who, to Harry's surprise, turned out to be quite interested in Quidditch.
"You know, Harry, I still think Lisa's been really nasty to you." Parvati said. Harry grimaced, he still didn't like to talk about it.
"Thanks Parvati." He said, being polite.
"Really, you're much better of without her. You could do so much better."
Harry smiled, it was nice to hear people thought that well of him. Him, being just Harry, not The Boy Who Lived or the Chosen One. It was comforting that people still knew him as Harry Potter, the 17 year old student.
As the pair entered the classroom, they seperated to join their own friends. Harry sat down next to Ron, who winked and shot him a 'not bad'-look. He smiled shyly, knowing that Ron and many of his other classmates had a little crush on Parvati. He had to admit she was kind of cute. He had never really cared that much for her, as they didn't seem to have any mutual interests. Though, recently, it became apparent that they did.
Thinking about Parvati, he hadn't realised the lesson had already started, and was only awoken from his thoughts when Snape shouted his name.
"I guess some people prefer their own thoughts over my lesson. Potter! No day-dreaming in class. 10 points from Gryffindor." The potionsmaster sneered. Harry groaned and looked away. He caught a glimse of an all too familiar smirk and realised Malfoy was just two desks away from him. The blonde was enjoying the scene way too much to Harry's liking.
"What are you looking at?" He muttered in Malfoy's direction.
"Harassing other students now, Potter?"
Harry shot up as he realised that Snape was now standing directly behind him.
"Detention Potter." The Slytherin Headmaster told him, a devious smile playing on his lips.
Harry was about to groan again, but refrained himself from doing so in case the potions master was looking for another excuse to torture him.