Author: Lovestar29
Title: Love In A Snitch
Summary: Everyone starts to talk about Malfoy. Malfoy this, Malfoy that. Is he up to something? And why is Harry always thinking about Malfoy?
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Genre: Humor, Fluff, Romance
A/N: Hope you enjoy this new chapter! Review please!
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Love In A Snitch
November
CHAPTER THREE
"A blush here and there in the wind; a voice here and there claiming love."
Okay, Harry was slow. He knew that, he also knew that when his dear bushy haired friend Hermione got something in her mind she would stick to that something.
Normally (and by normally we mean in normal circumstances) Harry would ignore her and keep on living his life like nothing was going on. But this was not normally because it not only included him, but also his secret admirer who Harry was maybe or maybe not falling in love with. (Emphasize maybe or maybe not.)
And yes, while he was very slow and dense Harry also knew that half the school (maybe more) knew who his secret admirer was. They had been giving subtle hints and yet still Harry didn't figure it out. (It was getting fucking irritating, really)
Many times the young, dense Gryffindor had approached his smart friend Hermione and as she had put it, "... you have to figure it all by yourself Harry. Just open your eyes more and you'll see better. It's all about tradition in this and you have to figure it out by yourself while the rest of the school throw you hints..."
She had gone on and on about it, but Harry being Harry was quite annoyed with the fact that everyone knew (except him and the Slytherins -thank Merlin for the Slytherins!)
What the fuck did she mean by opening his eyes and he'll see better? What kind of bullocks was that, hello Hermione 101 yeah uh Harry happens to wear glasses for a bloody reason? And for Merlin's sake! What is this about traditions and shit?! No, no!
And Harry didn't accept the fact that while the whole school knew (mind the Slytherins and him of course) even teachers, he really couldn't get past the fact that his best mate, Ron Weasley, knew it before everyone else.
That was just no, because your best friend that is a more of an idiot than you can not know something like this before you. It's just against everything! (Harry, stop being melodramatic for fuck's sake! You're sounding like Malfoy now! -Shut up Ron!)
This was not how Harry had planned and visualized his last year at Hogwarts. No it fucking was not.
Annoyed was the understatement of the century, century, to how Harry was currently feeling with the rest of the school (except the Slytherins much to his surprise).
It had been just the first week of November when Harry found out that Hermione knew exactly who his secret admirer was. And do you know what his dear beloved muggle born friend did? Do you, yes, no?
"Sorry Harry, but you have to figure it all by yourself you know. Just open your eyes more and you'll see better. It's all about tradition in this and you have to figure it out by yourself while the rest of the school throw you hints. So you're on your own on this one Harry."
Harry had of course thrown a huge fit and went to complain to his best friend Ron about how his girlfriend was a no good, fun, helping friend. And you know what his best mate, the one who was even more dense than Harry, said?!
"Mate, I knew who it was the minute I read the first letter."
Oh Harry was piss, yes he very fucking was. Because no matter how much he begged (and oh how he had begged) his supposed friend went into a detail discussion about Malfoy's eyes.
He talked about Malfoys fucking eyes while Harry was on his knees in front of his red headed friend (not like that!) hands together looking like he would pray to him just to know who his secret admirer was. (Hell, Harry had pray!)
Not so surprisingly, the whole Gryffindor house found out who it was after that and all they would talk about whenever Harry asked was... well why don't we just show it (or read it) instead.
Harry was walking down the stairs rather sulkily wondering why his life was so complicated all of a sudden just because of some stupid love letter.
He sat in his usual sofa chair pondering who it could be and why his friends wouldn't tell him, when out of nowhere Neville, Dean, and Seamus came to him.
"... and then you know what she said. She sa-"
"Seamus do shut up, can't you see Harry here has a problem. What's up Harry?"
Neville Longbottom looked with concern to his good friend Harry, but one look at his eyes he smirked, "Harry, what's bothering you so much."
Harry threw his hands in the air in a rather frustrated matter and looked at his friends with an exasperated face. "Hermione and Ron know who sent the bloody lo-ove letter, but won't tell me! They keep saying that it's tradition to not tell and that I should open my eyes more! Do you guys know who it is? Like an idea of who sent it and please tell me. Bullocks the tradition! I am bloo-"
Seamus, being the great friend he was (ha!), "Oi, mate! Have you noticed Malfoy's eyes? You know they look like a cloudy grey, eh mat-"
"Oh fuck! What the bloody hell is up with everyone! Why is it that whenever I ask for help they all jump at me with a description of Malfoy's eyes and hair and skin and, and, and well everything about him. Forget it, nevermind, I'm going to bed. I think I'm going to dream about grey eyes and pretty pink..."
Of course that wasn't the only time something like this happened. There were more, a lot more.
Professor McGonagall was explaining to the class how to transfigure something, but Harry was too busy not paying attention and thinking about (damn them!) grey eyes and who his mysterious person could be.
He had been partnered with Ernie Macmillan and while the Hufflepuff was transfiguring whatever it was that Harry didn't pay attention too, Harry was in a great surprise when Macmillan spoke to him.
"So, Harry do you know anyone with silver eyes?" (Ugh, not this again...)
"Mhm..." Harry looking up from his sketches of a snake and lion (which were horrible) and stared at the Hufflepuff. Well, no not really. Who does have silver eyes in our grade, surely there must be someone here at Hogwarts...
While Harry went on thinking of who possibly could have silver eyes, our dear nice Ernie Macmillian rolled his eyes. For the Savior of the wizarding world, our Harry Potter is the most thickheaded being to ever live. Sighing a very loud tiring sigh he tried again. "Yes, Harry silver eyes. You know Draco Mal-"
"No please not Malfoy again! Every bloody time someone mentions grey they all bloody start blabbering about Malfoys looks. I think I can write a whole book of how Malfoy looks in 1001 ways."
Ernie sighed again, "Wonder why Potter, wonder why." he muttered and went back to transfiguring whatever it was they were trying to transfigure.
Harry honestly had no hope.
November was passing by quite quickly, already half way the middle of the month. And Harry thought that he could describe Malfoy in one sentence with the way people kept mentioning him whenever they could or when Harry would ask for help or hints for this whole love letter shit.
It was very frustrating the whole thing really, not only to Harry, but to the rest of the school (not including the Slytherins who were -much to Harry pleasure- never talking about grey eyes, enemies, and Malfoy) as well. How can someone be so dense, oblivious, thickheaded to the proof that they all sent him? May Merlin help them!
And while Harry was still having trouble with the whole situation he honestly didn't expect for his secret admirer to send another letter when the rest of the school population already knew who he was.
Harry sighed and pushed away his food not caring if the rest of the Great Hall had fallen into silence. Opening the letter he saw a small flower come out of the envelope and another letter.
Late at night when the stars sparkle
and the night shines even in darkness,
I can not help, but to think that my heart revolves around you.
Dreaming of green eyes and golden skin has brought true sunshine to pale skin and grey eyes.
Can two of these people with horrible
past and different personalities fall
in love with one another?
Can they both, that they once were
great enemies, fall into the hole in which love falls into?
Late at night pondering these
thoughts do not bring me any sadness.
Ironic the idea of thinking of you,
my most desirable yet so far from reach, brings only the cure to my sudden remorse.
Love you, Secret Admirer
Harry didn't even try to decipher what the poem meant. Instead he showed it to his friends who once again started talking about the famous Malfoy eyes and Harry had snatched the letter and all but stormed out of the Hall.
He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to find out who it was. He needed to know who the mysterious man (finally accepted huh Harry?) with grey eyes, pale skin, and use to be enemy was. He needed to know, now.
Because he was finding out that he was falling in love with him too.
Apparently, the students at Hogwarts were not the only ones trying to hint at Harry who his admirer was.
It was potions class and Harry was actually concentrating and taking notes to what Snape was explaining. Snape had been discussing with the class what potion they were to make for him and the effects that the potion had.
"The potion is a new one, so it may be clear that most of you," Snape added with a sneer at the Gryffindors especially the Granger know it all, "do not know what the potion is." Snape wrote the potions name on the board with a flick of his wand, "It is called Motets Dez. It was created to act like a cheer potion, but it's effects are much different. Go on to page 430 from your potions book and read on about what the potion does and it's ingredients. You have ten minutes, starting NOW!"
Harry turned to the page and went on to read it. Motets Dez was created by potion maker Madam Fernandez, she is quite well know for her new version of Pepper Up. The potion Motets Dez while acts like a cheering potion is only specifically restricted to wizards and witched who suffer from depression. Unlike the normal cheering potion that is and can be used by most people... Harry went on skimming through the pages and turned the page to read the ingredients for the potion they were most likely going to brew.
... Eagle owl feathers are to be put in next. Once added you will counter stir twenty times until the potion turns into a clear silver liquid. Once it has changed into this color, your potion...
Harry wrote down the last bit of information and put his quill down to view over his notes. He was rudely interrupted though, by his greasy git ball of a professor.
"Mr Potter, what color shall the potion be when finished?"
His mind stayed silent for a moment, "Err, silver?"
Much to his surprise (and everyone else), Snape nodded and rewarded the Gryffindors with one point (hey, it's not everyday that Snape's generous.) "Correct Potter, it's supposed to be silver, yes silver Potter. Just like a fellow student besides you. Silver."
Harry just stared dumbstruck at his professor, what is up with these people and fucking silver and grey?
"Ughhh Potter, ten points for being an oblivious prat!"
The whole Gryffindor house glared at Harry. (Well, there goes his one point.)
So it seem that Snape wasn't the only teacher whom was hinting to Harry. In transfiguration, Professor McGonagall had been lecturing her students on the effects of an animagus.
"Mr Potter, for example, here can transfigure into his animagus form. Sometimes while practicing this you can turn a bit pale skin, isn't that right ?"
Harry being the idiot he was nodded along earning a groan from the class and a loud sigh from his head of house.
Charms wasn't any better either. "Ah yes, the charm may throw some bits and colors here like grey, right . They seem to reflect a hard surface of silver grey. Is that correct ?"
Again, quite confused with this whole grey, silver, and pale skin shit Harry nodded and the class (and Professor) had half a mind of throwing him paper balls for being an oblivious git.
(There was just so many hints one could throw after all.) How many hints could they give out there to Harry without blurting it out? You could probably tell him who his admirer is and being the dense idiot he is he will most likely not pay attention to it and ask "what?" nodding his head.
Even History of Magic was like this. Who knew that even Professor Binns would try to help?
"And while both were great enemies once they learned past their differences and seek each other out. It did not matter to them that they had once been enemies, but it was thanks to them that these once to be enemies the war ended."
And yet still, Harry didn't get the message. And the Slytherins were getting very angry that throughout all there classes with Gryffindor they had to hear about pale skin, grey eyes, use to be great enemies, and Draco fucking Malfoy.
Couldn't stupid, saint Potter just open his eyes about whatever stupid thing everyone all tried to hint at him?
Harry was frankly annoyed. This whole past month was just of hearing his friends, his house mates, other houses, and his Professors talk about things that he suspected (no he knew) had to do with his secret admirer.
He was more than sure now that the teachers and staff already knew (or had an idea) to who this certain person was. Now they were all just trying to point out who it was without giving too much away and Harry hated it.
Fucking hated it all.
The only (cute?) thing about the
whole secret admirer problem, that somehow amused Harry to no end was that whenever he'd make eye contact with the blonde Slytherin (Draco) he would blush a very deep red and get all flustered, smiling that cute shy smile that Harry was starting to love.
In potions class when they would touch Harry knew he would hear the Slytherin squeak out such an adorable noise (not adorable again?)
Honestly the whole situation with Malfoy was so cute and endearing that if it wasn't for his secret admirer he would have now made an attempt to date him.
But alas he had fallen hard (fucking hard, he was clicking the gay button in life) for a man he had never met and didn't even know how he looked like.
And while the rest of the school frustrated Harry with there talks of Malfoy and grey eyes Harry had been appreciating the silence the Slytherins were giving him about the whole Secret Admirer thing we all know about. How Harry wished he would find out soon who it was.
And oh Harry, you'll find out soon, very, very soon.
Tbc...