/*Song rec: I need somebody- Day6*/
"Hermione, you don't happen to have part 17 of the Firgus potion usage ethics, do you?" Harry pushed his heavy glasses up his nose, which was slipping every few minutes.
"I do not." Hermione replied, offended. "Harry. Why are you studying so intensely… All of a sudden?" Her squint widened in worry. "Is everything alright, Harry? HEY RON COME HERE FOR A MOMENT!"
"Hermione calm down. Everything is fine! RON DON'T COME." Harry turned away from Hermione's gaze, impossible burying deeper into his book.
"Hah. You like someone. Ginny? How are things with her?"
Harry tilted his head sideways, "Oh its fine, things weren't working out with her. We're really good friends, though. Ron was happy about it. And no I don't!" He swayed back into his crouching position, desperate to hide his flushed cheeks.
Hermione tapped the book at hand impatiently. "Fine. Tell me when you're comfortable."
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Harry craned his neck around the potions class, searching fervently for a very specific blond head.
"Does anyone from Slytherin know why Malfoy has not been present in my class the past week?" Snape cut Boyle off before he could open his mouth, "Do tell him he must pay me a visit. Unacceptable behaviour!"
Harry's heart jumpstarted at the mention of his name, "You think anything bad happened to him?"
"Who cares! Even if something did, the bastard deserves it. Bah!" Ron yawned indifferently.
"Harry, oh Harry…" Hermione glowed with hysteria.
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Possessed by a feverish worry, Harry could not concentrate on his studies or register what anyone said to him, which definitely did not deter Ron's story telling. After the other occupants in his room dozed off, Harry mindlessly slipped on the invisibility cloak. Driven by worry, curiosity and a shy eagerness, he found himself in the dungeons.
Dodging slytherins and snaking through furniture as quietly as possible, he followed Crabbe. Struggling not to bump into objects in the darker parts of the slytherin dormitory, he waited a distance away from Crabbe's destination.
As if a trapdoor had been set for anyone daring to come near the entrance to Draco's room, a book shot straight at the wall near the door in response to a fellow slytherin, who did.
"The next will be aimed at you. Although your blubber functions as the perfect armour for you; no use." Malfoy gritted his teeth in annoyance as Crabbe waddled in.
"Snape said-"
"I will visit him. LEAVE!" About a dozen books ricocheted off the door as Crabbe closed it behind him in defence.
He sighed heavily, fell backwards and let the clutter of books on his bed dig into his back. He ran his fingers through his sleek hair. His mind was ambushed by the image of Harry's overgrown spikey hair crosslinking with his when he had leaned into him earlier. He suddenly shot up, pushing every thought out of his mind. He diverted his attention back to the door, squinting at it, listening for any shuffle of feet. The door made a subtle thud, sucked forward by a change in pressure from someone having opened the door to his quarter of the dorm.
"I SAID OUT- NOBODY ENTER THIS SIDE OF THE DORMITORY!" Draco burst out of his room, wand raised high, ready to reprimand.
There was nobody there. An array of books bulleted out, one having caught by an invisible wall. The darkness caressed their flushed cheeks.
