Harry awoke the next morning with a feeling of dread. As he showered
and dressed, he reminisced about what had happened the day before. He
remembered all the good things along with the bad things. He made his way
down to breakfast alone and sat down next to Ginny and the twins who were
discussing Quidditch. Ginny was arguing about whether forcing some one into
a goalpost was a foul or not when Ron and Hermione entered. They sat down
at the opposite end of the table and began to eat.
Everyone at the Gryffindor table became silent as they observed the trio was having yet another fight.
"Are you three fighting again?" Ginny asked. She figured everyone else would just sit there and gawk, so she decided to ask the question no one else dared to.
"Something like that," Harry said. He wanted to tell her what was going on but couldn't, for the fear of losing another friend. As soon as he answered, everyone turned back to what they were eating and pretended as if nothing had happened.
Harry made his way to Transfiguration and sat down beside Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Not the normal people he would hang out with but friends all the same, When he looked over at Ron and Hermione, he saw them talking. They acted as if Harry had never sat there with them before. He turned back around when Hermione looked up and gave him a look of hatred. He didn't pay much intention in class, which meant he wasn't very successful in turning his tennis racquet into a teddy bear.
After Transfiguration, Harry had a free period and decided to head to the library to finish his potions homework from the night before. He leaned back to take a break and noticed Draco studying as well. Just the sight of him brought back the memory of how close they had been in the corridor. He looked down, and his face flushed a deep red. 'Why, of all times did this have to happen?'
"You have got to be kidding me!" he muttered a little too loudly. Draco came over, pretending to be shelving a book.
"What's wrong there Harry?" Having a little trouble? Anything that I can do to help you out?" he joked.
"No not really anything I can think of at the moment. Give me awhile and I might come up with something."
"How about I give you until tonight? Will that work for you?" Draco asked.
"Oh gee, I just don't know!" Harry laughed.
"Well, I guess that I will see you in potions then, partner. Make sure you keep thinking about that," and then Draco left.
In potions, Harry and Draco were obviously partners and this time Harry could hear the whispers from the other Gryffindors; but he didn't care. The two laughed and talked as they fixed their Truth Serum ignoring the rude comments coming from their housemates. Snape breathed down their necks as Draco perfected the potion and tried it on Harry.
Draco had to get the questions approved by Snape before being allowed to ask them. It was Snape's idea for the last question.
"We have to make sure he tells the truth," Snape sneered.
Draco asked his: name, birthday, and which teacher he hated the most. In reply Harry said, "Harry James Potter, July 31,1980 and Snape.
"And why is it that you hate me, Mr. Potter?"
"I hate you because you are an insufferable git and you make life for my friends and I a living hell." He clapped a hand over his mouth after the last remark. He hadn't meant to say that much. 'Thanks to Draco, for perfecting another potion," he thought bitterly.
"Well Potter, I am happy for your feelings toward me and I suggest that you get out of my sight before I decide to take more than 20 points from Gryffindor!"
Harry leapt up out of his seat and ran out of the class.
"You asked. What did you expect him to say?" Draco followed Harry out of the classroom.
Before they entered the Great Hall for lunch, they looked around to see if anyone was in the corridor. It was deserted because classes hadn't been released, so they shared a quick kiss before heading to lunch.
Harry sat down in the same place he had earlier that morning and began to eat quickly so he wouldn't have to see Ron and Hermione. He had no such luck because as soon as he reached to grab his goblet of pumpkin juice the two entered, holding hands. They sat a few seats down from where Harry was and began to eat.
Harry turned to Ginny and asked, "When did that happen?"
"A couple of days ago, didn't they tell you?"
So, they must have hooked up before we started fighting and yet they still didn't even bother to tell me. Some friends they are.
"Why did you three start fighting in the first place?" Ginny asked.
He got up from the table, ignoring Ginny's question and decided he might as well head to his next class, which was History Of Magic. Right before he got there, he heard his name being called. He spun around in time to see Ron and Hermione running up to him looks of horror on their faces.
"Harry...Harry!...We...have...to...tell...you...something!..." they gasped, all out of breath after running halfway across the school.
"What's wrong with you guys? And what do you want?"
"It's Malfoy! We overheard him in the Great Hall talking to his knucklehead friends. He said that when you meet him tonight it is going to be a trap," Hermione yelled.
"I don't want to hear your lame lies. I don't care if you are mad at me, but you don't need to take it out on him, I thought you guys were better than that."
"Harry, we swear to you that we are not lying. You have to believe us," Ron whined.
"And why should I do that when you don't even tell me that you two are going out?" Harry turned and walked into the classroom leaving the two standing their dumbstruck.
He walked in and sat next to Dean, took out his quill and parchment, and waited for class to start. Ignoring Ron and Hermione's whispers from behind him and Professor Binns' lecture in front of him, he fell asleep. He was dreaming about Draco until Dean poked him in the side to wake him up.
"Wassthamatter?" he asked sitting up wiping the drool off his chin.
"You fell asleep. Who's beautiful face were you talking about?" Dean asked him.
"Oh that," Harry blushed. "Nothing... nothing at all. I was just dreaming about Dr-... someone."
Harry wanted to slap himself. What would've happened if he had mentioned Draco was the one he was dreaming about? He prayed that Dean would just let the subject drop. He had no such luck.
"So Harry who is the 'lucky' girl to have finally snagged your heart?" Seamus asked overhearing their conversation, and wanting to add his two cents.
"Umm....I don't think that I should tell you," Harry told him. "And actually I don't think it is any of your business who I dream about.
'Actually I don't think that you would believe me if I told you I was dreaming about Draco Malfoy, and as far as I know he is definitely not a girl, but maybe I need to check him out just to make sure,' he thought and smiled to himself.
When class let out he headed toward the door. He could hear Ron and Hermione talking about Draco. "If they do anything to him I am gonna hurt them! They have no right to choose who I spend my time with," he whispered to himself.
After dropping, his stuff off in the dorms he made his way down to dinner. But before he could get there, he was pulled into an unused classroom. When the door was safely shut and locked, Draco turned around and walked over to where Harry was standing up against the wall. He was still shaking from being pulled into the room unexpectedly.
"We need to talk, right now."
Everyone at the Gryffindor table became silent as they observed the trio was having yet another fight.
"Are you three fighting again?" Ginny asked. She figured everyone else would just sit there and gawk, so she decided to ask the question no one else dared to.
"Something like that," Harry said. He wanted to tell her what was going on but couldn't, for the fear of losing another friend. As soon as he answered, everyone turned back to what they were eating and pretended as if nothing had happened.
Harry made his way to Transfiguration and sat down beside Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Not the normal people he would hang out with but friends all the same, When he looked over at Ron and Hermione, he saw them talking. They acted as if Harry had never sat there with them before. He turned back around when Hermione looked up and gave him a look of hatred. He didn't pay much intention in class, which meant he wasn't very successful in turning his tennis racquet into a teddy bear.
After Transfiguration, Harry had a free period and decided to head to the library to finish his potions homework from the night before. He leaned back to take a break and noticed Draco studying as well. Just the sight of him brought back the memory of how close they had been in the corridor. He looked down, and his face flushed a deep red. 'Why, of all times did this have to happen?'
"You have got to be kidding me!" he muttered a little too loudly. Draco came over, pretending to be shelving a book.
"What's wrong there Harry?" Having a little trouble? Anything that I can do to help you out?" he joked.
"No not really anything I can think of at the moment. Give me awhile and I might come up with something."
"How about I give you until tonight? Will that work for you?" Draco asked.
"Oh gee, I just don't know!" Harry laughed.
"Well, I guess that I will see you in potions then, partner. Make sure you keep thinking about that," and then Draco left.
In potions, Harry and Draco were obviously partners and this time Harry could hear the whispers from the other Gryffindors; but he didn't care. The two laughed and talked as they fixed their Truth Serum ignoring the rude comments coming from their housemates. Snape breathed down their necks as Draco perfected the potion and tried it on Harry.
Draco had to get the questions approved by Snape before being allowed to ask them. It was Snape's idea for the last question.
"We have to make sure he tells the truth," Snape sneered.
Draco asked his: name, birthday, and which teacher he hated the most. In reply Harry said, "Harry James Potter, July 31,1980 and Snape.
"And why is it that you hate me, Mr. Potter?"
"I hate you because you are an insufferable git and you make life for my friends and I a living hell." He clapped a hand over his mouth after the last remark. He hadn't meant to say that much. 'Thanks to Draco, for perfecting another potion," he thought bitterly.
"Well Potter, I am happy for your feelings toward me and I suggest that you get out of my sight before I decide to take more than 20 points from Gryffindor!"
Harry leapt up out of his seat and ran out of the class.
"You asked. What did you expect him to say?" Draco followed Harry out of the classroom.
Before they entered the Great Hall for lunch, they looked around to see if anyone was in the corridor. It was deserted because classes hadn't been released, so they shared a quick kiss before heading to lunch.
Harry sat down in the same place he had earlier that morning and began to eat quickly so he wouldn't have to see Ron and Hermione. He had no such luck because as soon as he reached to grab his goblet of pumpkin juice the two entered, holding hands. They sat a few seats down from where Harry was and began to eat.
Harry turned to Ginny and asked, "When did that happen?"
"A couple of days ago, didn't they tell you?"
So, they must have hooked up before we started fighting and yet they still didn't even bother to tell me. Some friends they are.
"Why did you three start fighting in the first place?" Ginny asked.
He got up from the table, ignoring Ginny's question and decided he might as well head to his next class, which was History Of Magic. Right before he got there, he heard his name being called. He spun around in time to see Ron and Hermione running up to him looks of horror on their faces.
"Harry...Harry!...We...have...to...tell...you...something!..." they gasped, all out of breath after running halfway across the school.
"What's wrong with you guys? And what do you want?"
"It's Malfoy! We overheard him in the Great Hall talking to his knucklehead friends. He said that when you meet him tonight it is going to be a trap," Hermione yelled.
"I don't want to hear your lame lies. I don't care if you are mad at me, but you don't need to take it out on him, I thought you guys were better than that."
"Harry, we swear to you that we are not lying. You have to believe us," Ron whined.
"And why should I do that when you don't even tell me that you two are going out?" Harry turned and walked into the classroom leaving the two standing their dumbstruck.
He walked in and sat next to Dean, took out his quill and parchment, and waited for class to start. Ignoring Ron and Hermione's whispers from behind him and Professor Binns' lecture in front of him, he fell asleep. He was dreaming about Draco until Dean poked him in the side to wake him up.
"Wassthamatter?" he asked sitting up wiping the drool off his chin.
"You fell asleep. Who's beautiful face were you talking about?" Dean asked him.
"Oh that," Harry blushed. "Nothing... nothing at all. I was just dreaming about Dr-... someone."
Harry wanted to slap himself. What would've happened if he had mentioned Draco was the one he was dreaming about? He prayed that Dean would just let the subject drop. He had no such luck.
"So Harry who is the 'lucky' girl to have finally snagged your heart?" Seamus asked overhearing their conversation, and wanting to add his two cents.
"Umm....I don't think that I should tell you," Harry told him. "And actually I don't think it is any of your business who I dream about.
'Actually I don't think that you would believe me if I told you I was dreaming about Draco Malfoy, and as far as I know he is definitely not a girl, but maybe I need to check him out just to make sure,' he thought and smiled to himself.
When class let out he headed toward the door. He could hear Ron and Hermione talking about Draco. "If they do anything to him I am gonna hurt them! They have no right to choose who I spend my time with," he whispered to himself.
After dropping, his stuff off in the dorms he made his way down to dinner. But before he could get there, he was pulled into an unused classroom. When the door was safely shut and locked, Draco turned around and walked over to where Harry was standing up against the wall. He was still shaking from being pulled into the room unexpectedly.
"We need to talk, right now."