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Chapter 3 Faking Hatred
Harry had not seen Draco for the whole week; occasionally they would pass each other in the corridors where they would have to look at each other in disgust, but when Crabbe, Goyle or Ron's back was turned they would smile at each other before walking away. When they were around Draco would come up to Harry and insult his lack of parents, or the fact that he wasn't receiving any letters from anyone. Friday was the first day that Draco would be in Harry's class; Harry was trying not to get his hopes up on seeing his friend again. He was worried how Draco would act, would he be like he was on the train?
"Double Potions with the Slytheirns" said Ron as they were walking to the classroom (Dungeon) "Spare us, its going to be hell" Harry nodded in agreement.
Harry caught Draco's eye as he walked past him to find a seat, Draco gave no sign of recognition apart from the slight twitch of his mouth. Oh well, Harry realised; this place is full of people ready to tell his father if he misbehaves.
Snape lesson was terrible, he lost points for Gryffindor, and Snape hated him. At the beginning he quizzed Harry only on things that he could not possibly remember, the only thing that made him happy was to seeing his two friends, Ron and Draco looking like they were going to kill Snape, he wished that were so. Then they had to make a potion that Harry had never heard of, how was he meant to do that?! Snape went round telling everyone how perfect Draco's potion was, the Gryffindors were looking at Draco as if they wanted to kill him, and the Slytherins as if they wanted to worship the ground his walked on. It seemed like Harry was the only person to notice the eye roll coming from his Slytherin friend. As he walked past Draco on the way out he felt his shoulder being bumped, and a whisper of "Sorry about that" Harry nodded once to show he understood and then walked away with Ron.
He tried to keep focused as Ron ranted on about 'Bloody Slytheirns' and 'The Idiot Malfoy'. But he could barely keep the smile off his face.
That night Harry went to the Tapestry. It was the same as he remembered, cosy, welcoming, homely. He saw Draco sitting down surrounded by books he was doing his homework. Harry coughed once to show that he was there. Draco looked up shocked for a second and then smiled at his friend.
"Come and sit down" he said, "I'm just doing the potions homework"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that" said Harry sheepishly, "I don't understand any of it"
"Don't worry, I'll help you, its simple really"
"You would? Thanks!" Smiled Harry "Snape didn't really explain anything, he just expected us to know all about Potions."
"I know," said Draco "The only reason I understood it all was because he has been tutoring me since I was 8,"
"What? Why?" asked Harry
"Because apparently I have to be the best in every subject," Draco said rolling his eyes, "But that Hermione Granger seems to know a lot, father will be very annoyed at me if I tell him that she's better than me. She should be a Ravenclaw."
"I know," said Harry "She seems ok, but she does nothing else but study, and Ron doesn't like her."
"Stupid Weasley" Muttered Draco, Harry laughed at this.
"Anyway, enough about Gryffindors, how are you Slytherins?" Asked Harry
"Fine," Said Draco "Their nice apart from their beliefs, and Pansy Parkinson has gotten it into her head that she will marry me one day." Draco added the last bit and then shuddered.
"Will she?" Asked Harry, smiling at his friend's antics.
"NO, NEVER!" Cried Draco "Well, at least if I have a say in it, never." He added, "She's not my type" They were silent for a second, Harry thinking about what his 'type' was and Draco thinking about all the horrible Slytherins his parents could force him to marry.
"Ok, so lets get on with Potions homework." Said Draco breaking the silence. Harry nodded and for the next hour they were working on Potions, occasionally stopping to talk. In the end they managed to complete the potions homework. They then went on to spend the rest of the night talking about their first week at Hogwarts, but the time they had to go to bed they had big smiles on their faces and their friendship had reached new strengths.
As Harry was turning to go Draco called him back:
"I just forgot to warn you, the Slytherins want me to be mean to you and your fellow Gryffindors so I can prove myself, I don't want to, but they are my house and-"
"I know," said Harry kindly "Don't worry, I'll make it seem like I hate you and that we aren't friends. I'm going to have to hate you as well"
They smiled at each other grateful for the other persons friendship. Then like the last time there Harry hugged Draco, and he hugged Harry back. They smiled at each other one last time before turning and walking down the corridor in opposite directions. Both of them prepared to hate the other for the next day.
Harry was nervous again, flying lessons were starting of Thursday, Gryffindor and Slytherin (for that part he didn't know whether to weep or jump for joy). After he and Draco met over the weekend he bumped into him in a deserted corridor where they discussed flying lessons and Harry's worries at messing up, Draco said that no one was going to judge him if he messed up. He knew that Draco was lying the Slytherins would judge him.
The morning of the flying lesson was another day where Draco had to pretend to be a bully. Neville received a Remembrall, and then Draco took it from him, Ron jumped to his feet ready to fight his secret friend, so Harry stood up as well trying to pull a face of hatred, but luckily before any fighting took place Professor McGonagall came and Draco gave it back still trying to act tough. When everyone's backs were turned he gave an apologetic look to Harry who nodded back at him to show he understood and that he was forgiven.
Harry decided he loved flying; it came so easily to him. He watched as Draco was corrected at how to fly a broom, Ron was ecstatic at that part, Draco not so much. Then Neville flew into the sky, Harry watched as he lost control, and then fell. Then Madam Hooch was gone, and it got dirty.
The Slytherins were laughing at Neville, and the Gryffindors trying to defend him, and then Draco saw his Remembrall and Harry knew he would have to play along.
"Give it here Malfoy" Everyone stopped, Harry then realised that Draco was right, they were all expecting them to hate each other, they had to prove it. So Draco got on him broom, and flew up, he was a good flyer. But then Harry realised, they wouldn't here them talk from up in the sky, so he jumped on his broom and flew into the air to join Draco ignoring the screams of worry from the girls.
"Give it here" Harry shouted for the benefit of the crowd below, and then in a whisper he added, "I can fly!"
"Well done! Knew you would be able to do it!" Whispered Draco back and looked at the people below who were waiting for a fight. "They want us to do something dramatic" Harry murmured.
"I know, how about you try and knock me off my broom." Draco said in a whisper.
"What? NO!" Cried Harry, then from the pointed look coming from Draco he nodded "Ok, fine, ready… NOW!" He shot out like javelin, to Harry's relief Draco moved out of the way.
"Now, I'm going to chuck it," said Draco, "then you could be the hero and get it safely."
"How will I be able to do that?" Harry asked,
"Trust yourself" Was Draco's useful reply, and then he chucked it.
The world slowed down, and Harry saw it fall, he flew after it as far as he could, the words trust yourself pounding through his head, and then he was on the ground, with Neville's Remembrall safe in his hand.
"HARRY POTTER!" Came the shout from McGonagall,
He didn't hear any of the defences from his friends only the apologetic look coming from Draco, which quickly turned into a triumphant smirk for everyone else's benefit. He was going to be expelled.
But then he was placed on the Quidditch team, the youngest seeker in a century! He smiled at the comment McGonagall made about his father, it made him feel warm inside, but most of all he could not wait to tell Draco.