Don't Tell Me It Was All Pretend : Explanations
Chapter 4
Harry woke up, rubbing his eyes. The sunlight filtered through the window and settled on the Gryffindor boy's dormitories, casting everything in a soft glow. He stretched, raising his arms above his head and arching his back, soaking in the warmth of the sun. With a small yawn Harry threw off the covers of his bed and snatched his glasses from the bedside table. Walking barefoot, he hopped on Rons bed twice then jumped off, heading to the door to the Common Room.
"I'm up, I'm up." said Rons muffled voice from under his pillow. He dug himself deeper into his blankets and started snoring. Dean and Seamus were also just getting up and Harry jerked a thumb in Ron's direction to them and gave them a wink. Seamus smiled at him and grabbed Deans hand. They grabbed their pillows and dived onto the red heads bed. Together they lifted their pillows and brought them down quickly, hitting the spot where Ron's head supposedly was. A growl was heard and then...
'I am so going to kill you two!" As Ron dragged himself out from under the two boys and swung his pillow at their heads. Two of course is better than one, and they succeeded in taking the offensive post. Ron, sensing he was being defeated by pillows, knocked his fellow Gryffindors off his bed, watching as they tumbled down. "Ha ha ha, I win." he said, standing on his bed, raising his arms to the air.
Harry laughed and walked downstairs. Glancing at the clock on top of the mantle he noticed it was 6 a.m.
"You're up a bit early today, especially for a Saturday." said Hermione from on the floor by the fireplace. She was laid on her stomach, with a large book in front of her. Harry walked over to the wide couch next to Hermione and plopped himself on it.
"I guess that I got a good night's sleep. Anyways, Ron and I are going to the Quidditch Pitch to do some flying today, might as well get there before everyone else does." Harry's stomach growled and he put a hand over it. "Want to come to breakfast with me, or have you already gone?"
"I'm just waiting for you two lazy people to get up before I go to breakfast." Hermione said, turning a page.
"What are you doing up this early?" asked Harry
"You would never know, but I am always up this early. I like to catch up on some reading before classes and chasing after the two of you to keep you out of trouble."
"Catching up on some reading? With that huge book there?" Harry was going to say something else but then a rolled up blanket came bouncing down the stairs from the dormitories, stopping at Harry's feet.
"Helmmphtf meeshs" said the blanket, wiggling a little. Ron came skipping down the dormitory stairs. He hopped over to the bundle and sat on it heavily.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." said the blanket with a grunt.
"Ron, what's this?" Hermione closed her book and sat next to Harry.
"This, my dear, is Seamus and Dean." Ron smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"What did you do to them!" Hermione bent to one end of the blanket and saw two pairs of feet moving inside.
"Don't you like their new look? I just stunned them and rolled them in this blanket and tossed them down the stairs. They started making fun of the Chudley Cannons after I won the pillow fight." He bounced on the pile.
"Ron, don't do that! Let them out, they probably can't breathe in there!"
"Oh they can. Fred and George used to do this to me all the time." Ron blushed, embarrassed. Hermione gave him her 'I'm a prefect, I can't let you do this' look.
Ron put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, you win." He took out his wand and said "Relesisio!" A bright blue light shot out of his wand and circled around the blanket. It lifted up into the air, the light pulsing over it. Slowly, the blanket unraveled itself and Seamus' and Dean's slightly red faces were seen. Dean looked easily into Hermione's eyes, levitating at that level, and waved at her.
"Thank you."Seamus breathed before they were suddenly plummeting to the floor. The blanket hit the floor with a thud. Seamus jumped up, his fists in front of his chest. "Put 'em up." he said to Ron.
"Leave it. We'll get you back for that Ronnikins." Dean grabbed his friends arms, winking at Ron. "We were like pigs in a blanket there. I think something innappropriate was poking me in the leg from Seamus too." Seamus blushed.
"Come on you guys, lets go to breakfast. You can beat each other up after it and out of my presence. I'm starving." said Hermione. "Harry, you might want to put a shirt on first." Harry looked down, rubbing a hand on his chest.
"Why? Do you think someone will want to eat me?" he said, looking confused.
"Perhaps." She ushered Seamus and Dean in front of her, then put her arms through Harry's and Ron's. "Forget it, lets just go. At least you have pants on."
The Great Hall, 6:30
"Harry, Ron and I have to ask you something."said Hermione as the three of them sat down at the their table, a little bit away from the other Gryffindors.
"About what?" asked Harry, pouring a drink for the three of them. He took a sip and looked at his friends across from him questioningly.
"Your detention with Malfoy." answered Ron. He shoveled some toast into his mouth, preventing him from saying more. Dean came by then, and laid a hand on Ron's shoulder, Seamus behind him.
"Ohhh! Pumpkin Juice, my favorite!" he exclaimed excitedly, picking up the glass and holding it to his lips before Ron elbowed him in the stomach lightly to make him let go.
"I went to detention and scrubbed some floors. What else is there to know?"
"Well, Ron and I stood outside Snapes classroom and we heard...something." Hermione blushed and took a gulp of her juice.
"Like...?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. What is there to ask about? Draco and I just washed the floor and beat each other up a bit. What more do they want to know?
"Like," Ron began. Suddenly a burst of liquid shot at Harry's head. "DEAN THOMAS I AM GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS. GET OVER HERE!" Deans head shot up among the Gryffindors as he stood at the table, and with a smile at Ron, he dashed through the Great Hall doors, almost unable to slow down to turn the corner on the left as Ron jumped up from his spot and ran like he-who-must-not-be-named was behind him after Dean. The two boys disappeared out of sight and all Harry could hear was the desperate footsteps as Dean tried to get away down the hallway, and then a loud boom, that meant Ron had just caught up and tackled him.
"What was that about?" asked Harry, wiping whatever it was that Ron had spit at him off his hand.
Hermione sniffed the liquid on the table and grimaced. "Pickle juice." she said. "Dean must have cast a spell when he picked up Ron's goblet. Well, he had it coming." She smiled at Harry and saw that he was still waiting for an answer from her.
"Well, um, I'm not sure how to go about this..." Hermione stammered.
Harry patted her hand, and continued to eat his breakfast. "Let me help. Draco and I washed the floor boards of Snapes room, then we beat each other up. I won."Harry smiled at her. "Clear things up? I know washing floors can be hard to understand."
"You were fighting? That's what you got detention for in the first place!"
"Force of habit, what can we say!"
"Oh, well, me and Ron thought that you and Malfoy were um, you know, doing it. On a desk." She picked up a very large book, opened it, and hid behind it. Harry froze, his mouth hanging open. Ron came back then, looking a bit disheveled, Dean behind him, limping over to Seamus. He sat next to Hermione and his eyes widened at the sight of Harry's face.
"You actually asked him!" Ron looked to Harry. "So, how was it?" Harry quickly looked from Ron to Hermione and then back to Ron, before he started laughing, falling off the bench and rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach. Tears sprang up in his eyes when he tried to talk to them.
"You thought...HAHAHA...Malfoy and I...OH MY GOD...On a desk..." Harry clamped a hand over his mouth. "I can't breathe...Me and Malfoy...-gasp-..." Hermione rushed to Harry's side and started laughing with him, trying to help him stand up. The rest of the Great Hall just watched Harry Potter laughing, wondering if he was having a fit, or if he had finally gone crazy. Hermione had got him to kneel before he collapsed again to land on the ground. "Doing it...Oh this is too funny...-wheeze-...Honestly, me and...-snort- Malfoy" Ron came to Harry's side and together he and Hermione managed to drag Harry out of the room, and leaned him against a wall of an unused classroom. Eventually Harry managed to calm down, but every once in a while, he let out a chuckle.
"Me and Malfoy -snicker- weren't doing anything like that. He had hit me with a brush, so I tackled him on a desk. I can understand how what you heard could be mistaken. -giggle- But honestly, how could you think that." Harry sat down at a desk, holding his stomach.
"I'm so sorry Harry, I told Ron you weren't doing anything of the sort but he just wouldn't listen-" Ron smacked her lightly on the arm.
"Oh, its okay. I needed a laugh. Boy did I get one." Harry took a deep breath and slowly let it out to calm himself. "Whoa...anyways, Ron, are you ready to fly now?" he asked.
"Yeah, lets go get dressed and grab our brooms."
Quidditch Pitch
"Okay Harry, lets see if you can catch me!" Ron launched up into the air, the crisp December air stinging his eyes. He pulled his scarf tight around his neck and looked behind him to see Harry there, hovering in the air. Harry rolled his shoulders back and grinned at Ron. With both hands on his broom, he leaned down parallel to his broom. "Here we go!" Ron took off, speeding through the air. He dived low to the ground, snow beneath him flying up and around him, sparkling in the sun. He felt a tug on his broom and craned his neck to see Harry's hand holding on to it. With a quick ninety degree turn to the right from Ron, Harry was forced to let go. Ron laughed and spiraled up high into the air above the castle. Harry did a backwards flip in the air then took off for Ron. For 10 minutes the boys chased each other, laughing, their cheeks glowing red.
Ron flew towards the Whomping Willow, a test to see how close he and Harry could get until they chickened out and flew away. Harry was right behind Ron, his hand outstretched before him, reaching for Ron. Ron flew within reach of the Willow, then did a nose dive down. Harry, not expecting this move from Ron, was slow to respond, and flew straight still, well within reach of the Whomping Willow. A branch lashed out and hit Harry, knocking him off of his broom. He hit the ground hard, now knowing what Draco felt like, with the air knocked out of him. Harry gasped for air, as Ron flew to him, grabbing his arms and holding his broom with his knees, dodging swinging branches. Ron hurled into the air. The willow attacked Harry's broom, rendering it into many tiny splinters.
"Oh, there goes my broom." Harry panted as Ron gently set him on the ground far from the murdering tree.
"Don't worry about it mate, at least you're alive. I'm so sorry for flying there. It's all my fault." Ron looked truly sorry, like a wounded animal, gazing at him with sorrow filled eyes.
"It was an accident, I understand." Harry forgave Ron, and walked arm in arm back to the castle. "What will I do about Quidditch?"
Authors Note: You may all love the song Dragostea Din Tei by O Zone because everytime I listen to it, it makes me want to write! Here's the 4th chapter and I really hope you all enjoy!
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