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listening to the mists of avalon soundtrack. So this chapter might be
somewhat strange... :-)
Chapter 4
Draco Malfoy was sitting in Potions staring out of the window. He was bored. Suddenly a piece of paper flew past him. Out of reflex he caught it. At that moment Snape turned towards him and saw the crumpeled-up paper in Draco's hands.
"Mr. Malfoy. Could I see that?" "Yeah, sure."
Snape took the letter and began to read it out loud.
"I'm going on a date with Hannah tonight. Do you think she really likes me? Ron." Snape smiled evily.
"So Mr.Weasley. A date."
Ron was blushing a deep red, trying to frantically hide behind his potionsbook.
"I doubt she will go out with you a second time, Mr. Weasley." Snape snickered and turned around to the blackbord. The Gryffindors were enraged, while the Slytherins were making kissing noises and laughing out loud.
The bell rang and Ron bolted out of the class. Harry shook his head and gathered up his stuff. Hermione turned to Harry. "I'll go after him."
Soon afterwards, Harry left the classroom, still brooding over the unfairness that Snape had, yet again, displayed towards Harry's house.
Draco was walking a step behind him when suddenly the strap on Harrys bag broke and the contents spilled across the hallway. Harry cursed and bent down to retrieve his books and papers. Draco squated down and picked up the papers that were lying around him. He handed them over to Harry, who mumbeled a surprised 'thanks', and went on to the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Harry stareing after him.
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Draco was sitting across from Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker. This was Dracos 3rd Detention and Filch had something special in mind for him.
"Mr. Malfoy. You are going to scrub the Gryffindor showers from now until..."
Draco mumbled something that sounded like 'eternity' and Filch ended his sentence "until I see it fit for you to stop."
Draco smiled coldly and swept out of the room. Filch shuddered. That boy was creepy.
Picking his way up to the Gryffindor tower Draco prepared himself for a long wait before anyone would open the portrait hole to let him in, and then ... being humiliated.
Just what I needed today, Draco thought darkly. He sat down across from the fat lady and looked out of the window. Suddenly he heard loud cheerfull voices drifting up the staires. Potter, Granger and Weasley.
Yes, just what he needed. The blond smiled sardistically.
"Potter, I need your help."
The last word was said with so much disdain that it made the party of three shiver ever so slightly.
"What is it."
Draco got up and reajusted his robes. "I need to get into the Gryffindor tower, so that I can scrub your showers." Ron choked. "What?"
"Added up to everything else, are you also deaf? I have detention Weasley, I have to scrub Gryffindor showers."
Harry was trying hard not to laugh and mumbled the password to the Fat Lady.
Draco distinctly heard "Snape stinks" but decided not to comment. Harry led a bad tempered Draco to the showers while Hermione and Ron were dying of laughter.
"Thank you, Potter."
Draco pulled of his robes, revealing a white, crisply iorned shirt and green pullover. He was wearing black pants and shoes. Harry stared at him.
"The stuff is over there."
Then the green-eyed teen turned and went down to the commonroom. Draco sighed and started to get the rags and 'stuff' out of the cupboard. Sinking down to the floor he slowly started to scrub. Three hours later the slim boy had taken off his pullover and shoes.
Everytime a Gryffindor had walked by they had laughed their head off.
It was already half past 12 and Draco wanted to sleep. There was a soft knock at the bathroom door and Harry entered in pyjamas. "Still working?"
"Working? I do this every day for relaxation."
If anyone else would have said the exact same words it would have been funny but Draco put so much loathing into that one sentence that Harry almost shrank back.
"What do you want Potter. Laugh at me, too?"
Harry sighed. "No. Actually; I wanted to ask you if you needed any help."
"Excuse me?" Draco stared at Harry as if he had suddenly grown another head. "Are you out of your mind?"
"No. Simply trying to help you a little." Harry shrugged.
Draco still remained suspicious. "If you really want to work? ...well, certainly don't be shy."
They worked silently for 20 minutes. Harry was thinking about ---WHY--- he had come here to help someone who did not appreciate it at the least.
Before Harry could ponder his thoughts further a strangled yelp came from Draco. The Slytherin was grabbing his left wrist with a pained expression on his face. Harry stared. That could mean exactly one thing:
Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater.
Harry gulped.
Draco turned very pale and sank to the floor. The-boy-who-lived was unsure of what to do. He could help Draco somehow or simply run away screaming.
The latter idea seemed to be the more sensible thing to do but Harry never went for sensible. He bent down and touched Draco's hand, trying to get a reaction out of the spaced-out blond. At contact Draco groaned and pulled away his hand.
"Don't touch me Potter. It hurts. ...Have to go. Tell Filch I went to kill his cat."
With that he pulled himself up and left the room supporting himself on the wall.
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okay. Harry's acting weird, i know. Uhm. Yeah. Read and review. MERCI!!!!
Chapter 4
Draco Malfoy was sitting in Potions staring out of the window. He was bored. Suddenly a piece of paper flew past him. Out of reflex he caught it. At that moment Snape turned towards him and saw the crumpeled-up paper in Draco's hands.
"Mr. Malfoy. Could I see that?" "Yeah, sure."
Snape took the letter and began to read it out loud.
"I'm going on a date with Hannah tonight. Do you think she really likes me? Ron." Snape smiled evily.
"So Mr.Weasley. A date."
Ron was blushing a deep red, trying to frantically hide behind his potionsbook.
"I doubt she will go out with you a second time, Mr. Weasley." Snape snickered and turned around to the blackbord. The Gryffindors were enraged, while the Slytherins were making kissing noises and laughing out loud.
The bell rang and Ron bolted out of the class. Harry shook his head and gathered up his stuff. Hermione turned to Harry. "I'll go after him."
Soon afterwards, Harry left the classroom, still brooding over the unfairness that Snape had, yet again, displayed towards Harry's house.
Draco was walking a step behind him when suddenly the strap on Harrys bag broke and the contents spilled across the hallway. Harry cursed and bent down to retrieve his books and papers. Draco squated down and picked up the papers that were lying around him. He handed them over to Harry, who mumbeled a surprised 'thanks', and went on to the Great Hall, leaving a very confused Harry stareing after him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was sitting across from Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker. This was Dracos 3rd Detention and Filch had something special in mind for him.
"Mr. Malfoy. You are going to scrub the Gryffindor showers from now until..."
Draco mumbled something that sounded like 'eternity' and Filch ended his sentence "until I see it fit for you to stop."
Draco smiled coldly and swept out of the room. Filch shuddered. That boy was creepy.
Picking his way up to the Gryffindor tower Draco prepared himself for a long wait before anyone would open the portrait hole to let him in, and then ... being humiliated.
Just what I needed today, Draco thought darkly. He sat down across from the fat lady and looked out of the window. Suddenly he heard loud cheerfull voices drifting up the staires. Potter, Granger and Weasley.
Yes, just what he needed. The blond smiled sardistically.
"Potter, I need your help."
The last word was said with so much disdain that it made the party of three shiver ever so slightly.
"What is it."
Draco got up and reajusted his robes. "I need to get into the Gryffindor tower, so that I can scrub your showers." Ron choked. "What?"
"Added up to everything else, are you also deaf? I have detention Weasley, I have to scrub Gryffindor showers."
Harry was trying hard not to laugh and mumbled the password to the Fat Lady.
Draco distinctly heard "Snape stinks" but decided not to comment. Harry led a bad tempered Draco to the showers while Hermione and Ron were dying of laughter.
"Thank you, Potter."
Draco pulled of his robes, revealing a white, crisply iorned shirt and green pullover. He was wearing black pants and shoes. Harry stared at him.
"The stuff is over there."
Then the green-eyed teen turned and went down to the commonroom. Draco sighed and started to get the rags and 'stuff' out of the cupboard. Sinking down to the floor he slowly started to scrub. Three hours later the slim boy had taken off his pullover and shoes.
Everytime a Gryffindor had walked by they had laughed their head off.
It was already half past 12 and Draco wanted to sleep. There was a soft knock at the bathroom door and Harry entered in pyjamas. "Still working?"
"Working? I do this every day for relaxation."
If anyone else would have said the exact same words it would have been funny but Draco put so much loathing into that one sentence that Harry almost shrank back.
"What do you want Potter. Laugh at me, too?"
Harry sighed. "No. Actually; I wanted to ask you if you needed any help."
"Excuse me?" Draco stared at Harry as if he had suddenly grown another head. "Are you out of your mind?"
"No. Simply trying to help you a little." Harry shrugged.
Draco still remained suspicious. "If you really want to work? ...well, certainly don't be shy."
They worked silently for 20 minutes. Harry was thinking about ---WHY--- he had come here to help someone who did not appreciate it at the least.
Before Harry could ponder his thoughts further a strangled yelp came from Draco. The Slytherin was grabbing his left wrist with a pained expression on his face. Harry stared. That could mean exactly one thing:
Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater.
Harry gulped.
Draco turned very pale and sank to the floor. The-boy-who-lived was unsure of what to do. He could help Draco somehow or simply run away screaming.
The latter idea seemed to be the more sensible thing to do but Harry never went for sensible. He bent down and touched Draco's hand, trying to get a reaction out of the spaced-out blond. At contact Draco groaned and pulled away his hand.
"Don't touch me Potter. It hurts. ...Have to go. Tell Filch I went to kill his cat."
With that he pulled himself up and left the room supporting himself on the wall.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
okay. Harry's acting weird, i know. Uhm. Yeah. Read and review. MERCI!!!!
