Wuzupppppp??
Draco: * shocked* she did not just say that.
Wasaubie??
Draco: I can't believe it…she's acting like a…like a…like a prep! * Draco faints*
* Looks down at Draco* Humph. I'm not acting like a prep. Anyways, read and review this chapter. I'm trying to decide if I should keep on writing on it. Toddles!
Harry: * walks into the room and sees Draco* Ashes, what happened to Draco?
I dunno…wasaubie?
Harry: * Faints next to Draco*
I think I'll leave them like that; I need some piece and quiet anyways.
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Audrey walked into DADA after Hermione and Ron, "I hate classes that take place on Monday afternoons," she said loudly.
"What about the classes that take place on Monday mornings?" Ron asked.
"I hate them too…actually I hate all classes," Audrey said, sitting down in an empty seat.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Mrs. Kent," Professor Lupin said as he walked into the room.
"So am I," Audrey said. She watched as Professor Lupin took a seat at his desk in front of the room, before taking out everything that she would need for the class.
"Today class we will be going over a couple of different types of fairies. And I'm not talking about the kind that you learned about in your first year. I am talking about the killer fairies that can only-" Professor Lupin's speech was cut short as the door opened and a black haired student walked into the room.
"Sorry Professor. I was going to try and see the Headmaster but he was busy, that's why I am late," Harry said taking a seat between Audrey and Ron.
"That's fine, Mr. Potter," Professor Lupin said before turning back to what he was saying.
(A/n: ~ Audrey writing, * Harry writing)
* Hey *
~What's the real reason you're late? ~
* That is the real reason. *
~Whatever you say. ~
*I know it's whatever I say. *
~Harry Potter you are ego- ~ Audrey paused in her writing as the door opened again to reveal a very disheveled Draco Malfoy.
"My apologies Professor. I had lost track of time," Draco said to Professor Lupin, before looking around the room.
"That's quite alright Mr. Malfoy. Take a seat and I'll be getting back to my lesson."
Audrey turned back to the note and started writing on it again.
~-tisitical and an ass hole. ~
* Thanks. I think Malfoy wants to ask you something, and I apologized for yelling at you that day. Hermione told me that you didn't read it. *
Audrey turned to Draco and raised am eyebrow at him, "Can I help you?" she whispered.
Draco looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself, "Never mind."
Audrey watched Draco turn to face the front of the room and saw a dark red mark on his neck. Grabbing the note she scribbled to Harry quickly.
~Malfoy has a hicky. ~
Harry turned and looked at Draco's neck, "Shit," he muttered when he saw the red mark on Draco's pale skin that should have been covered up by the turtleneck.
The bell rang and the hour was over, and Harry didn't have a single note, "'Mione I'm gonna copy your notes later. I didn't get any, my mind was elsewhere."
Harry put his book and other supplies into his bag before scribbling a note on a piece of parchment and dropping it into Draco's bag.
"So where were you really?" Ron asked.
"I was really on my way to see Dumbledore, but I got a bit sidetracked and didn't get to his room," Harry said, dismissively.
"I knew that you weren't telling the whole truth," Audrey said from beside Hermione.
Harry looked at her, before smiling a bit, "Yeah, but I will not tell you nosey people exactly what I got side tracked with."
"Come on Harry…I bet I can guess it?" Ron said looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow, "Who's the boy that you were making out with?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't making out with anyone," Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked on.
"No, this wasn't just anybody. Because if it were just anybody you would be boasting about it, this is someone special. Because we all know that Harry Potter has been with almost all the girls and at least half the boys that are in our year and Ginny's," Ron said.
"Except Slytherin," Hermione said looking up from her book for a second to looked at Harry. Harry watched as it hit her and she dropped the book with a loud 'thud', "That's it. The person is in Slytherin. Just who is it."
Harry didn't say anything to Hermione's comment, which just made her believe it even more, "We got Care with Hagrid. Let's hurry."
"But it's also with Slytherin," Ron said.
Harry turned around quickly and angrily, "All of our fucking classes are with Slytherin this year. Incase your head is too thick to comprehend that."
After looking at them for a few seconds he walked away, they were too shocked to follow quickly.
Harry got outside and broke into a full out run, but not towards Hagrid's hut where his next class was but away from the castle towards the Quidditch Pitch, everyone would know to look for him there, which was the whole point.
Going into the Gryffindor locker room to get his broom Harry put his bag up and grabbed his Firebolt Mach Two. It was another gift from Sirius but this time Remus had helped out, or that's what Harry was told.
Leaving the locker room Harry pushed off quickly and was flying around the pitch within seconds. Anyone looking would only see a blur of black flying around in circles, but everyone would know that it was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Doing different dangerous tricks, Harry was slowly losing his need to be on the broom, away from people. He slowed on his broom and looked around the pitch to see if anyone cam out to where he was.
And he saw someone but it wasn't a person he really wanted to see. Black robes with a hood, plus a mask only meant one thing. There was a Death Eater.
"Shit," Harry whispered before whispering a spell that would disable the person. He sped off towards the school. Through doors that opened up for him by themselves and through the corridors to Professor Dumbledore's office.
After saying twenty different passwords Harry got in. Running up the steps and not even bothering to knock on the door he started talking to the headmaster.
"Death Eater on the Quidditch pitch. I disabled him and took his wand too, but I didn't do anything else," Harry said in on gasp throwing the wand onto Dumbledore's desk.
"Mr. Potter, we were just talking about you," Dumbledore said motioning to the person sitting on the other side of the desk.
Harry turned and saw a man he didn't know, "Hello sir, sorry that I interrupted your meeting with the headmaster. I will be on my way now."
Turning towards the door, Harry was stopped by Dumbledore's voice, "How was your meeting with Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry cringed but turned back around, "Fine sir, but I really need to get to Hagrid's class…" his voiced trailed off.
"I think that your scores are high enough that you can stick around and chat for a while, and I don't think that you would have really gone back to class considering you are clutching your broom like that and you would have to go back through the pitch to get to your bag?" Dumbledore's voice told him to stay where he was even if his words didn't.
Sitting the broom on the floor and taking a seat Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, "I guess I wouldn't have, Professor. I shall stay here then."
"Great. Harry, I would like to introduce you to Godric Gryffindor. Godric, this is Harry Potter."
Draco yawned again. He hated Care of Magical Creatures with all that was within him. It was boring and worthless.
Plus he would much rather be wherever Harry was. Looking back towards the pitch where Harry had been on ten minutes ago, before speeding off Draco saw that no one was there.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you look towards the pitch again, I will have to give you a detention," Hagrid's voice boomed.
"I'm not feeling well, may I go see Madam Pomfrey?" Draco asked.
"Go, Hermione go with him please. Come back quickly," Hagrid said with a wave of his hand.
Walking away from the class Draco started humming to himself but was interrupted, "You might want to fix your turtleneck, the 'love bite' (A/n: That's what they are called when you are picking on someone. And hicky sounds so rude.) is showing."
Draco fixed his collar and kept walking. He was trying to ignore Hermione's presence and get to the hospital ward (A/n: That is what it's called, right?) as soon as he could.
"Draco, I know about you and Harry. And in all honesty I am happy that he actually cares for someone and it isn't just for sex. But if you hurt him I will kill you. I'll hunt you down and kill you," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and forcing Draco to look at her, "Harry means a lot to many people. And I might be a girl and I might not be strong but I do know more curses than you can ever hope to. And I swear that if you do anything to hurt him or any of his friends, you wont have to worry about Ron or Dumbledore, it'll be me that you'll have to worry about."
"I will not comment on the relationship, Granger. But I will say that I will not hurt him if I can avoid it," Draco said before starting to walk again.
"You don't have to comment on it, because I should know what a love bite from Harry looks like, almost all the female population in our year and the year below us have had one or more from him. But those weren't meant to be love bites, those were meant to tell people that Harry Potter had that person. The one you have is different."
"Different, how?" Draco asked, interested. He stopped and faced her again.
"If I tell you that, I'd have to kill you," Draco watched as she walked off, not once looking back. He was at the hospital ward.
Draco: * shocked* she did not just say that.
Wasaubie??
Draco: I can't believe it…she's acting like a…like a…like a prep! * Draco faints*
* Looks down at Draco* Humph. I'm not acting like a prep. Anyways, read and review this chapter. I'm trying to decide if I should keep on writing on it. Toddles!
Harry: * walks into the room and sees Draco* Ashes, what happened to Draco?
I dunno…wasaubie?
Harry: * Faints next to Draco*
I think I'll leave them like that; I need some piece and quiet anyways.
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Audrey walked into DADA after Hermione and Ron, "I hate classes that take place on Monday afternoons," she said loudly.
"What about the classes that take place on Monday mornings?" Ron asked.
"I hate them too…actually I hate all classes," Audrey said, sitting down in an empty seat.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Mrs. Kent," Professor Lupin said as he walked into the room.
"So am I," Audrey said. She watched as Professor Lupin took a seat at his desk in front of the room, before taking out everything that she would need for the class.
"Today class we will be going over a couple of different types of fairies. And I'm not talking about the kind that you learned about in your first year. I am talking about the killer fairies that can only-" Professor Lupin's speech was cut short as the door opened and a black haired student walked into the room.
"Sorry Professor. I was going to try and see the Headmaster but he was busy, that's why I am late," Harry said taking a seat between Audrey and Ron.
"That's fine, Mr. Potter," Professor Lupin said before turning back to what he was saying.
(A/n: ~ Audrey writing, * Harry writing)
* Hey *
~What's the real reason you're late? ~
* That is the real reason. *
~Whatever you say. ~
*I know it's whatever I say. *
~Harry Potter you are ego- ~ Audrey paused in her writing as the door opened again to reveal a very disheveled Draco Malfoy.
"My apologies Professor. I had lost track of time," Draco said to Professor Lupin, before looking around the room.
"That's quite alright Mr. Malfoy. Take a seat and I'll be getting back to my lesson."
Audrey turned back to the note and started writing on it again.
~-tisitical and an ass hole. ~
* Thanks. I think Malfoy wants to ask you something, and I apologized for yelling at you that day. Hermione told me that you didn't read it. *
Audrey turned to Draco and raised am eyebrow at him, "Can I help you?" she whispered.
Draco looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself, "Never mind."
Audrey watched Draco turn to face the front of the room and saw a dark red mark on his neck. Grabbing the note she scribbled to Harry quickly.
~Malfoy has a hicky. ~
Harry turned and looked at Draco's neck, "Shit," he muttered when he saw the red mark on Draco's pale skin that should have been covered up by the turtleneck.
The bell rang and the hour was over, and Harry didn't have a single note, "'Mione I'm gonna copy your notes later. I didn't get any, my mind was elsewhere."
Harry put his book and other supplies into his bag before scribbling a note on a piece of parchment and dropping it into Draco's bag.
"So where were you really?" Ron asked.
"I was really on my way to see Dumbledore, but I got a bit sidetracked and didn't get to his room," Harry said, dismissively.
"I knew that you weren't telling the whole truth," Audrey said from beside Hermione.
Harry looked at her, before smiling a bit, "Yeah, but I will not tell you nosey people exactly what I got side tracked with."
"Come on Harry…I bet I can guess it?" Ron said looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow, "Who's the boy that you were making out with?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't making out with anyone," Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked on.
"No, this wasn't just anybody. Because if it were just anybody you would be boasting about it, this is someone special. Because we all know that Harry Potter has been with almost all the girls and at least half the boys that are in our year and Ginny's," Ron said.
"Except Slytherin," Hermione said looking up from her book for a second to looked at Harry. Harry watched as it hit her and she dropped the book with a loud 'thud', "That's it. The person is in Slytherin. Just who is it."
Harry didn't say anything to Hermione's comment, which just made her believe it even more, "We got Care with Hagrid. Let's hurry."
"But it's also with Slytherin," Ron said.
Harry turned around quickly and angrily, "All of our fucking classes are with Slytherin this year. Incase your head is too thick to comprehend that."
After looking at them for a few seconds he walked away, they were too shocked to follow quickly.
Harry got outside and broke into a full out run, but not towards Hagrid's hut where his next class was but away from the castle towards the Quidditch Pitch, everyone would know to look for him there, which was the whole point.
Going into the Gryffindor locker room to get his broom Harry put his bag up and grabbed his Firebolt Mach Two. It was another gift from Sirius but this time Remus had helped out, or that's what Harry was told.
Leaving the locker room Harry pushed off quickly and was flying around the pitch within seconds. Anyone looking would only see a blur of black flying around in circles, but everyone would know that it was the Boy-Who-Lived.
Doing different dangerous tricks, Harry was slowly losing his need to be on the broom, away from people. He slowed on his broom and looked around the pitch to see if anyone cam out to where he was.
And he saw someone but it wasn't a person he really wanted to see. Black robes with a hood, plus a mask only meant one thing. There was a Death Eater.
"Shit," Harry whispered before whispering a spell that would disable the person. He sped off towards the school. Through doors that opened up for him by themselves and through the corridors to Professor Dumbledore's office.
After saying twenty different passwords Harry got in. Running up the steps and not even bothering to knock on the door he started talking to the headmaster.
"Death Eater on the Quidditch pitch. I disabled him and took his wand too, but I didn't do anything else," Harry said in on gasp throwing the wand onto Dumbledore's desk.
"Mr. Potter, we were just talking about you," Dumbledore said motioning to the person sitting on the other side of the desk.
Harry turned and saw a man he didn't know, "Hello sir, sorry that I interrupted your meeting with the headmaster. I will be on my way now."
Turning towards the door, Harry was stopped by Dumbledore's voice, "How was your meeting with Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry cringed but turned back around, "Fine sir, but I really need to get to Hagrid's class…" his voiced trailed off.
"I think that your scores are high enough that you can stick around and chat for a while, and I don't think that you would have really gone back to class considering you are clutching your broom like that and you would have to go back through the pitch to get to your bag?" Dumbledore's voice told him to stay where he was even if his words didn't.
Sitting the broom on the floor and taking a seat Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, "I guess I wouldn't have, Professor. I shall stay here then."
"Great. Harry, I would like to introduce you to Godric Gryffindor. Godric, this is Harry Potter."
Draco yawned again. He hated Care of Magical Creatures with all that was within him. It was boring and worthless.
Plus he would much rather be wherever Harry was. Looking back towards the pitch where Harry had been on ten minutes ago, before speeding off Draco saw that no one was there.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you look towards the pitch again, I will have to give you a detention," Hagrid's voice boomed.
"I'm not feeling well, may I go see Madam Pomfrey?" Draco asked.
"Go, Hermione go with him please. Come back quickly," Hagrid said with a wave of his hand.
Walking away from the class Draco started humming to himself but was interrupted, "You might want to fix your turtleneck, the 'love bite' (A/n: That's what they are called when you are picking on someone. And hicky sounds so rude.) is showing."
Draco fixed his collar and kept walking. He was trying to ignore Hermione's presence and get to the hospital ward (A/n: That is what it's called, right?) as soon as he could.
"Draco, I know about you and Harry. And in all honesty I am happy that he actually cares for someone and it isn't just for sex. But if you hurt him I will kill you. I'll hunt you down and kill you," Hermione said, grabbing his arm and forcing Draco to look at her, "Harry means a lot to many people. And I might be a girl and I might not be strong but I do know more curses than you can ever hope to. And I swear that if you do anything to hurt him or any of his friends, you wont have to worry about Ron or Dumbledore, it'll be me that you'll have to worry about."
"I will not comment on the relationship, Granger. But I will say that I will not hurt him if I can avoid it," Draco said before starting to walk again.
"You don't have to comment on it, because I should know what a love bite from Harry looks like, almost all the female population in our year and the year below us have had one or more from him. But those weren't meant to be love bites, those were meant to tell people that Harry Potter had that person. The one you have is different."
"Different, how?" Draco asked, interested. He stopped and faced her again.
"If I tell you that, I'd have to kill you," Draco watched as she walked off, not once looking back. He was at the hospital ward.
