Chapter 10: Nut-Tea *

"In-Tea-cerned"

Interested: very or extremely attracted little excited about.

By Thursday morning, Harry Potter was surprisingly cheerful. He did not care to have spent the previous day to act like an idiot over, what mattered was the glimmer of understanding he had seen in the eyes of Malfoy. The fool had finally realized how he was a moron. Now he knew the truth, there was hope for him to change for the better.

He rubbed his hair with shampoo and wondered how many other lives were about to change thanks to the ingenious minds of Fred and George Weasley. Harry had always wondered why people underestimate, because the twins should never be underestimated. They could look for careless jokers, but when they joked, they shall deliver important messages.

Harry entered the common room with a light step. His whole body radiated confidence and joy. Today would be a good day, he felt it. "Hello!"He shouted gaily.

"Hello, Harry," answered the twins.

"What should I drink tea today?"He asked.

George smiled, handing Harry a cup liquid bubbling and dark brown: the smell of cinnamon wafted through the air. "That's right," he said.

Harry took a deep breath before lifting the cup to her lips and sips the hot drink with caution. Once he was sure not to burn your tongue, he drank it entirely. "Mmm, it was delicious," said Harry.

"The taste is OK," muttered Fred taking notes.

Neville and Ron Neville down the stairs and threw a curious glance at his friend, wondering what he was testing this morning tea. "Hello, Harry," he said.

"Hello Neville!"Said Harry cheerfully. "It's time for breakfast, right?"

"Yeah, we should go," said Neville.

"I'm starving," Ron growled wearily, rubbing his eyes. "Why should they start the course as early in the morning?"

Neville and Harry rolled their eyes and followed Ron coming out of Gryffindor Tower, fully aware that Fred and George followed their trail. They went down one floor before Harry begins to shake. His whole body was burning with a desire that must be met immediately - now!

Neville Harry leaned over and plunged a hand into the pocket of her dress. Neville looked at him, shocked. "Uh, Harry ... what are you doing?"He asked.

"Peanuts," Harry muttered as he thrust his hand deeper into the pocket and moved in all directions. "There must be peanuts in there."When he saw that his search was fruitless, he took his hand and plunged it into another pocket of Neville. "Where are they? I want to. "

"Harry, I did not peanuts," muttered Neville.

"Why?"Harry asked.

Neville would have laughed at the strange question if he had not known that his friend was really serious. "I did not, that's all. I'm sure there will be at breakfast. "

"Great!"Said Harry.

It took two minutes before he returned back to palpate the twins and rummage through their bags and pockets. "The pecans, I'll kill to have pecans now."

"Did you really kill someone to be?"Fred asked out of curiosity.

Harry's eyes immediately flashed a green Aveda Kedevra. "Why do you hide me?"

"No," replied Fred in a small squeal. When Harry turned away from him, he sighed with relief and decided to keep its future issues for himself. Causes murderous tendencies, needs improvement, noted Fred.

Harry growled and stalked Ron, plunged his hands into the pockets of his clothes and he felt everywhere, causing a roar of laughter from his best friend. "H-Harry, that-what do you want?"Gasped Ron.

"Almonds. I. Want. Lots. Of. Almonds. "

Fred and George bit into their lips to avoid chuckling aloud as Harry began to search anyone they crossed, looking for all kinds of nuts and other nuts. They were almost certain that a second-year Hufflepuff was traumatized for life now because of Harry, who had threatened to strip him because he was convinced he was hiding somewhere macadamia nuts on him.

When they finally arrived in the Great Hall, Harry was just a ball of nerves trembling. He acted like a junkie in need.

Unfortunately for Draco Malfoy, he chose that moment to enter the Great Hall and draw attention to Harry. It crossed the hall ran and tackled to the ground.

"For Merlin Potter ...?"Draco asked, confused. He had thought they had reached a sort of truce, the day before.

"Nuts, I need nuts, I want nuts," Harry repeated under his breath.

"Nuts?"Draco asked, blinking in shock.

"Yes, nuts! Do you have any? "Said Harry desperately.

"Of course I'm nuts, Potter!"He said dryly.

"Do I have them?"Harry asked innocently.

Draco's face reddened. "What ... What?"He cried.

"You're nuts, I can have them?"Harry asked again.

"No! But finally ... Potter, you cannot have my nuts! "Draco curtly refused.

"But I want them!"Harry began to sulk.

"I do not care," Draco muttered with a scowl and embarrassed. He could not believe that Potter was asked such a thing.

"Share them with me!"Harry ordered.

"Per-share ..." Draco's voice faded.

Harry's hand began to search frantically through Draco's clothes. Where were nuts? He wanted nuts: hazelnuts, pecans, almonds - he did not care so long as it could have.

"Po-Potter!"Draco had not been whining when Harry had touched his ticklish sides, no, not at all. The Malfoy does not crying.

"Where are they?"Harry sobbed desperately.

"You did not check his boxers," said George, offering help with a leer.

Harry turned with a huge smile to the sorcerer, looking as if he was a genius. "But yes, the boxer," commented Harry, turning his attention and his hands to his task.

Draco froze when he heard that word. Boxer. Potter was not going to do what he thought he would do if? Before she had time to decide whether he was terrified, disgusted or, oddly enough, curious, Potter received a lot of "Petrificus Totalus" by Neville.

"I took him to the infirmary," said Neville levitating his friend behind him.

"Damnation," muttered Fred, "I wanted to know how it would be hopeless."

Draco looked at him angry, having heard that the end of this sentence. "Are you trying to say that Potter did affect me if it was hopeless?"He sniffed. He did not care. Really, he did not care. So why did he feel that he did not care right?

"No, not at all," said Fred with a drawl, with a mischievous smile.

Draco groaned and rushed towards the Slytherin table, red cheeks. Behalf of Merlin, what Potter was thinking? Draco Harry certainly did not want the key, absolutely not. No, never, not even a tiny, silly, little, tiny bit.

Okay, okay, maybe just a little bit.