I had some mad feeling inside me today morning that made me think I should go on writing right now - just because I spent half the night reading an english book which hopefully improved my English. Well, if it didn't work, blame Dan Brown:D
Oh, and don't forget to write a small review.. a tiny one at least... Just to make sure that I'm not writing complete rubbish!
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He awoke with a start, due to Blaise' decision to throw a pillow at his head to wake him up. "What the heck --" he exclaimed furiously, being torn out of the sweetest dreams.
"You were talking in your sleep", the Italian answered, "and I really didn't want to hear anything else about golden skin and stuff like that."
Draco didn't believe him - Malfoys simply did not speak while they slept - but turned into a slight shade of pink anyway. "Shut up, Zabini", he snarled and got out of his bed. God, he was still wearing the clothes of the day before and he hadn't even brushed his teeth yesterday afternoon! All because of Potter!
Growling he walked into the bathroom and looked suspicously in the mirror. To his surprise, the last night hadn't effected him as bad as he thought. Quite the opposite, he looked - for the first time after several weeks - as stunning as always. There weren't any dark rings under his eyes and the usual "piss-off"-look that he had got used to during the last weeks had somehow vanished. He smiled at himself in a satisfied way, got out of his clothes and jumped into the shower. The cold water - Malfoys just did not feel the need of warm water - washed away the last signs of sleep and when he got out, he once again grinned at his reflection, put a towel around his waist and went back into the dorm.
Blaise watched him with interest, as if he was an object he had to write a paper about. "What?" Draco finally asked, getting tired of the enduring glances that followed him while he changed clothes.
"You look good today", the dark-haired remarked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And that's a crime?" Draco asked and gave him an annoyed look.
"No, it's just somehow unexpected", Blaise answered, smiling slightly.
Draco started to button his shirt and cocked an eyebrow. Normally, he would have cursed Blaise for that. But he was too well tempered today. "I guess that was an insult", he half asked, now shoving his shirt into his trousers - all black, of course.
"Kind of", Blaise answered, nodding, "but you know how I meant that. You always look good, but today you look extraordinarily good. Still because of Potter?"
The blonde smiled as a reply. "I had a good night."
Blaise grinned broadly. "Sweet dreams?" he asked with a certain blaze in his eyes Draco knew only too well.
He put on his robe and turned to the door. "Take your head out of the gutter."
A disappointed "Hmph" came and Draco couldn't help grinning. Blaise certainly didn't have to know about everything.
When they arrived in the dining hall and settled down on their accustomed seats, the golden triplet hadn't arrived yet. Draco shot nervous glances down the door every now and then, nearly forgetting to eat and - to the great surprise of the other Slytherins - to sneer at Goyle for grunting so stupidly while shifting down his food as if he hadn't eaten for months.
Then, the three Gryffindors arrived and Draco's face lit up as if someone had put on a light inside him. He couldn't keep his eyes of the dark-haired boy and only when Blaise nudged him warningly in the side he noticed that several people were staring at him in wonder. He gave them his approved killing glance and they quickly looked away, probably hoping that the un-crowned Prince of Ice wasn't going to curse them right away.
But Draco wasn't in the mood of doing something like this. Unlike his usual self, he must try hard not to grin dim-wittedly all the time and kept shooting glances at Harry every now and then. To his disappointment, Harry didn't look into his direction once but was deep into watching - wait - Cho Chang! Couldn't be, could it? That was past, that was over, that was just NOT RIGHT!
He was just about to fall back into his depressed state when the owls came fluttering down the hall and a well-known brown owl landed just in front of Harry and offened her leg askingly. Harry looked around, probably checking if anyone was watching, and then took off the tiny black parcel. The owl flew away immediatly and Harry watched her disappear, looking oddly confused.
Draco was already getting very nervous. What would he do? Bloody hell, he should open that fucking box!
As if Harry had heard the mental order he opened the package and an admiring gleam came to his eyes. Draco relaxed. A thin silver strap emerged out of the box and flew directly at Harry's right wrist, to which the bracelet was attached. It wraped itself around the leather, forming a complex pattern, as Draco couldn't see but know was happening, as he had bewitched the silver to do so. The Gryffindor stroke the silver gently and Draco did a step-dance in his mind. He liked it! He really liked it!
Harry lifted his head and looked right in his eyes, grey meeting green, and for a split second Draco allowed himself to smile at him before looking away.
He could feel that the green-eyed boy still was staring at him, probably wondering while Draco actually smiled - when he heard a loud clutter, saw Harry's chair fall to the floor and himself running out of the hall. He frowned - that couldn't be his fault, could it?
Wondering, he still looked transfixed at the doors behind which Harry had disappeared, when the Gryffindor risked a nervous glance back into the hall. Their eyes meet again and Draco, smirking slightly, put up his hands in order to shove a strand out of his view. Harry's face darkened and he disappeared again, making Draco frown again. This boy was driving him insane.
Shaking his head, he looked down on his plate again that was still filled with eggs and bacons as he hadn't eaten very much. He sighed and finally began to eat, noticing absent-mindedly that Cho was getting up and hurrying down the hall, followed by her usual bunch of giggling girlfriends. He continued in shoving food down his throat until realization hit him like lightning. Cho - going through those damn doors and Harry - standing right behind them.
"Fuck", he hissed and jumped out of seat, ignoring diverse raised eyebrows and going out as fast as he could without actually running.
He slid around the edge of the door - and was promptly confronted with Cho holding Harry's arm as if examining it. He stared at them, disbelieving his eyes. He had sent Potter that damn bracelet - and now this Chang girl was touching Harry? That was just crap!
"Potter", he spat scorningly, ignoring Cho completly, "you again. Meeting your girlfriend? Ha, I always thought that you were one of those who meet their girls in secret passageways?" His eyes travelled over to Cho and he swallowed hard. "Like the Owlery, you know?" He didn't know which stupid part of his brain told him to say those stupid words, traitorous mind whenever it came to Potter...
"Na, Malfoy", Harry answered, stroking Cho's hands of his arm and pressing one gently, which brought a red shade of rage to Draco's face, "in the Owlery one unluckily never meets people this handsome." Out of the corner of his eyes Draco noticed how Cho interlocked his fingers with Harry's and he suddenly felt sick.
"Really", he just said and looked at Harry intendly, a small part of him enjoying the presence of the Gryffindor and the feelings of those beautiful green eyes on him, the rest of him just wanting to kill Cho - slowly, painfully, very Malfoy-like.
Harry returned his gaze with the same intensity, let his eyes travel to Draco's collarbone and an almost dreamy expression came to his face, until he suddenly looked away, a confused expression on his face.
"Cho..." he began, and Draco felt anger rise in him like lava in a volcano - what was all that about? First looking at him in a way that set up a swarm of butterflies in his stomach and now turning to that stupid Ravenclaw, as if she mattered in any way! He was just about to curse both of them, as suddenly a well-known and penetrating voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Draco!"
Pansy Parkinson shot threw the giant front doors like a cannon ball and flung her arms around him, squeezing him hard as if he was a rubber doll. Taken aback, he tried to free himself from her and brought a surprised "P-Pansy..." over his lips, noticing that Cho and Harry had finally given up holding hands. Relief ran over him. "What are you doing here?"
Pansy finally let go of him and smiled. "I wanted to be with you for the New Year", she said and took a mistletoe out of her sleeve, "and I wanted to show you this!" She held the branch over her head and looked at him invitingly. Draco mentally kicked herself for embarassing him like that in front of Potter. Well, okay - he had accidentally landed a few times with her in bed during the last years. But there were numerous girls who could say so and none of them ran after him and made a complete fool of her and himself!
He threw a look at Potter to make her see that there were other people around, and as if she wanted to emphasize her stupidity she seemed to notice them just now.
"Potter", she said, looking at him with disgust on her face (and Draco could have kicked her for that one, too - Potter was not to be disgusted!), "what do you want? To watch?"
"Of course not!" he replied and blood rushed into his cheeks, bringing out the colour of his eyes more clearly. Draco nearly melted. Harry had never looked so damn good, with his green eyes sparkling like emeralds in bright sunlight and every muscle of his well trained body strained like a cat that wanted to kill a mouse.
He nearly let out a sigh of admiration as he realized where he was. Quickly he gathered himself together again. "No", he said, looking directly into Harry's eyes and trying hard not to think about this fascinating green, "our little hero is apparently trying his luck on our former school princess. Unfortunately he seem to need a mistletoe even more than you do to gain a kiss."
Cho and Harry turned into a deep shade of red, while Pansy didn't seem to have gotten the real meaning of his words. She still smiled stupidly at him, doing her best to be seductive but only annoying him. For a moment he amused himself with the idea of telling her about his true feelings - it would be just delightful to see her stupid face fell - but as she was usually too dumb to think straight she would probably run around and tell everyone what he had told her. And that wasn't funny at all.
"Eh..." Harry made insecurely, while Cho took the opportunity to - again! - dared to touch Harry's arm - in front of him! - and smiled sweetly at Draco. "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you", she said cryptically, grabbed Harry's head down and kissed him - right there! In front of their very eyes!
Draco couldn't help taking in his breath in sharp, painful gasps and would probably have knocked either Harry or Cho out if Pansy hadn't seen her chance and said lustfully: "Let's go, Drac, leave them alone... We should go to our tower!" While saying so she let her hand glide offensively over her enormous breasts and Draco suppressed a sigh only with great difficulty.
He allowed her to drag him away from the still kissing couple and Draco forced himself not to look back. Fucking Cho! Fucking boy-who-just-will-not-die!
"Can I come to your room, Drac?" Pansy asked, half way up to Slytherin tower.
He threw a short glance at her. "If you must", he replied. She smiled, apparently totally happy with that not-too-friendly answer.
Well, if Potter was going to have sex with that stupid Ravenclaw, then he would for sure sleep with the whole bloody school! HA!