Chapter 10
"Why does he always have to know every single damn thing about me?" Barked Harry as he slammed his fist onto the lunch table. His lunch tray went shooting up in midair, and his hand hammered with short-term pain.
Ron shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say, more concentrated on what he was eating, but Hermione spoke out in a matter-of-fact tone.
"It's obvious." She said while taking a bite of her sandwich and having her eyes glued on the book in front of her, "Malfoy's father is a Death Eater, and of course, he takes orders from Voldemort (Ron stirred uneasily), so Voldemort saw your dream and informed Malfoy."
With no surprise, Ron rolled his eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, I think that was a rhetorical question."
Harry's chest was still heaving madly, and he knew the food entering his mouth didn't want to. He felt sick, feeling like he had been throwing up over and over again. Instead of going to Care of Magical Creatures next, he felt more like planning ways to execute Malfoy, the stupid bastard...
"'Mione, can I have a look at your Charms essay?" Said Ron, with a parchment out that only had his name on so far. Hermione took her hand and shifted her sleek hair behind her ears and looked up.
"Are you ever going to learn to do your homework?"
"Tomorrow I will." He mocked.
"Sure you will." She replied sarcastically.
"So can I see it?"
Harry distracted himself from Ron and Hermione's usual bickering by taking out his own Charms essay that he hadn't even started.
'Dryads come from Greek mythology and are female spirits of nature that preside over the forests. A dryad is born with a certain tree species and a particular tree, which she watches over. If the tree is destroyed then the Dryad perishes along side the tree. Dryads punish mortals that somehow damage the trees. Explain the three ways to get into a tree magically...'
He stared at it, but Draco's snide comments kept on entering his ears. Maybe if we make a Deadly Potion in Potions, he thought, then I can gobble it down his throat...
"You can do your own Charms essay," She snapped at him and continued, "it's about time both of you start doing your homework, what's to happen to when you take N.E.W.T's?"
"I didn't say anything!" Harry fumed, suddenly out of his reverie, "And anyways, it's about charms that help you charm your way into trees. Who cares about such rubbish?"
"Maybe you should, it could come in handy one day."
Harry snorted, "Yeah, maybe when we start living inside trees."
Ron looked at Hermione hopefully, "Please? Just this one time? I won't ever-"
"-bother you again." Hermione finished his sentence, "So I've heard before."
"Fine. But if I fail, then what would happen? Do you really want that hanging on your conscience?"
"Oh, shut up! I don't have time for this! Do you see this book?"" She nagged, holding the leather-bound book up, "I have to read half of this by tomorrow!"
"Yeah, but-"
Hermione glared at him and Ron was about to open his mouth once again when someone interrupted.
"Did someone say Charms essay?" Said Seamus, who was sitting a small distance away from Hermione. "Mind you, I could use some-"
"No." Hermione cut in; her reply was short and firm, but not cold. Seamus shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Wasn't expecting a yes, anyway."
"What exactly did you dream about?" Hermione spoke to Harry after a few minutes.
"My dead body." Harry said blandly. Why keep it from them?
"Oh..." Hermione stared across the Great Hall dreamily, having an identical appearance to Luna Lovegood.
"Dead body...?" Ron said with an awkward voice, who definitely had lost his mocking voice in an instant, "I'm confused...does that mean..."
"That makes two of us." He said.
"You should tell Dumbledore, Harry." Hermione articulated, coming out of her daze.
"Would you stop telling me that?!"
She acted like she hadn't heard anything and went on, "You know what happened last year, and it wouldn't have happened if we'd gone to Dumbledore and told him about your er-dreams in the first place."
Harry laughed madly, "Go tell him about my problems when he wouldn't even look at me?"
"But...didn't you say that Dumbledore was trying to distance himself from you because of You-Know-Who?" Ron whispered.
"How was I supposed to know that then? Don't you think he could've told me then, all about the-" He glanced around him, "you-know-what?"
"He was just trying to protect you," Hermione sympathized, "You know he cares about you a lot, that's why he couldn't tell you sooner, he thought it would hurt you. Apparently it has."
"It has not hurt me!" Said Harry, but inside he knew it had to some extent. Finding out that you were the only person in the world of magical existence that could defeat the greatest wizard was exhilarating.
"Yes it has." Hermione finalized and started to pack up her school things, "Now let's go or we'll be late for Hagrid's class."
Ron didn't take Care of Magical Creatures anymore, so they both said bye to him and left the Great Hall.
"Why does he always have to know every single damn thing about me?" Barked Harry as he slammed his fist onto the lunch table. His lunch tray went shooting up in midair, and his hand hammered with short-term pain.
Ron shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say, more concentrated on what he was eating, but Hermione spoke out in a matter-of-fact tone.
"It's obvious." She said while taking a bite of her sandwich and having her eyes glued on the book in front of her, "Malfoy's father is a Death Eater, and of course, he takes orders from Voldemort (Ron stirred uneasily), so Voldemort saw your dream and informed Malfoy."
With no surprise, Ron rolled his eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, I think that was a rhetorical question."
Harry's chest was still heaving madly, and he knew the food entering his mouth didn't want to. He felt sick, feeling like he had been throwing up over and over again. Instead of going to Care of Magical Creatures next, he felt more like planning ways to execute Malfoy, the stupid bastard...
"'Mione, can I have a look at your Charms essay?" Said Ron, with a parchment out that only had his name on so far. Hermione took her hand and shifted her sleek hair behind her ears and looked up.
"Are you ever going to learn to do your homework?"
"Tomorrow I will." He mocked.
"Sure you will." She replied sarcastically.
"So can I see it?"
Harry distracted himself from Ron and Hermione's usual bickering by taking out his own Charms essay that he hadn't even started.
'Dryads come from Greek mythology and are female spirits of nature that preside over the forests. A dryad is born with a certain tree species and a particular tree, which she watches over. If the tree is destroyed then the Dryad perishes along side the tree. Dryads punish mortals that somehow damage the trees. Explain the three ways to get into a tree magically...'
He stared at it, but Draco's snide comments kept on entering his ears. Maybe if we make a Deadly Potion in Potions, he thought, then I can gobble it down his throat...
"You can do your own Charms essay," She snapped at him and continued, "it's about time both of you start doing your homework, what's to happen to when you take N.E.W.T's?"
"I didn't say anything!" Harry fumed, suddenly out of his reverie, "And anyways, it's about charms that help you charm your way into trees. Who cares about such rubbish?"
"Maybe you should, it could come in handy one day."
Harry snorted, "Yeah, maybe when we start living inside trees."
Ron looked at Hermione hopefully, "Please? Just this one time? I won't ever-"
"-bother you again." Hermione finished his sentence, "So I've heard before."
"Fine. But if I fail, then what would happen? Do you really want that hanging on your conscience?"
"Oh, shut up! I don't have time for this! Do you see this book?"" She nagged, holding the leather-bound book up, "I have to read half of this by tomorrow!"
"Yeah, but-"
Hermione glared at him and Ron was about to open his mouth once again when someone interrupted.
"Did someone say Charms essay?" Said Seamus, who was sitting a small distance away from Hermione. "Mind you, I could use some-"
"No." Hermione cut in; her reply was short and firm, but not cold. Seamus shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Wasn't expecting a yes, anyway."
"What exactly did you dream about?" Hermione spoke to Harry after a few minutes.
"My dead body." Harry said blandly. Why keep it from them?
"Oh..." Hermione stared across the Great Hall dreamily, having an identical appearance to Luna Lovegood.
"Dead body...?" Ron said with an awkward voice, who definitely had lost his mocking voice in an instant, "I'm confused...does that mean..."
"That makes two of us." He said.
"You should tell Dumbledore, Harry." Hermione articulated, coming out of her daze.
"Would you stop telling me that?!"
She acted like she hadn't heard anything and went on, "You know what happened last year, and it wouldn't have happened if we'd gone to Dumbledore and told him about your er-dreams in the first place."
Harry laughed madly, "Go tell him about my problems when he wouldn't even look at me?"
"But...didn't you say that Dumbledore was trying to distance himself from you because of You-Know-Who?" Ron whispered.
"How was I supposed to know that then? Don't you think he could've told me then, all about the-" He glanced around him, "you-know-what?"
"He was just trying to protect you," Hermione sympathized, "You know he cares about you a lot, that's why he couldn't tell you sooner, he thought it would hurt you. Apparently it has."
"It has not hurt me!" Said Harry, but inside he knew it had to some extent. Finding out that you were the only person in the world of magical existence that could defeat the greatest wizard was exhilarating.
"Yes it has." Hermione finalized and started to pack up her school things, "Now let's go or we'll be late for Hagrid's class."
Ron didn't take Care of Magical Creatures anymore, so they both said bye to him and left the Great Hall.