A/N: Hiya! I'm back in way less than a week. Miss me? Project over! Still have H.W., but whatever. I'll get to it soon. Or later. Remember, there are no minor characters- only non-inclusive authors!
Thank you Lizzy Potter, Wyv, Bel, and Druss, Pepsi, Prongs, Lunarbard, (: alex:), Padfoot, Cat Samwise, do you really care?! (I don't know. It could happen.), Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Mystica, Calamity, Padfoot Lover, Dreamer, Tom Riddilpley, MoonShadow, Fleur, Groka Rowsan (formerly known as bean), Glace de Slyhterin, Amo Draconem!, Lindsay Beth, miss breed, Rubicon, Lelio ( am I still unforgiven?), Bella, and Rehanna.
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Maybe Snape was matchmaking or perhaps it was plain bad luck that Draco ended up with Seamus as a partner. He cast an indignant glance at Snape, who returned it with what could be loosely classified as an amused grin. Draco made a mental note to whine about this later and resigned himself to dealing with the bouncing boy next to him. "Screw this up and I will pound you," he swore.
"You know, I'm surprised you're here. Must've been really hard to pass kindergarten with that failing mark in 'Plays well with others.' However, you more than made up for it with your outstanding marks in 'Comes off as cold yet uninviting' and 'Manages to be a complete asshole,'" Seamus said cheerfully. Snape hastily converted his laugh to a polite cough. Draco narrowed his eyes at him. He was not helping at all.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why'd you break up with Harry?"
"What makes you so sure he didn't break up with me?" Draco asked. Seamus looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Nah."
"Why not?"
"Harry's not that thick-headed."
"Are you saying I am?"
"Yes." More polite coughing from Snape.
"I am not!"
"Okay, then why'd you break up with him?"
"I'm not answering that."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Please?" Seamus asked, tugging his sleeve.
"No," Draco repeated, turning his attention to dicing his ingredients.
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty, pretty please?"
"NO!" Draco said, whipping his head around to glare at Seamus. "Damn it!" He raised his hand. He has made a long slash across his palm. "This is all your fault."
"Me? You're the idiot with the knife! Did it occur to you to stop cutting?" Draco glowered at Seamus once more before sweeping away to the infirmary. Seamus had to admit the boy had style.
"What was that about?" Greg asked.
"I imagine Finnigan was being himself," Vincent replied.
"H'm," Greg answered, wondering what it was that his friend had against the blonde.
"You know Draco has a low tolerance for perkiness."
"Of course," Greg said, glancing at Hermione. She looked up and smiled at him. He went back to work, blushing.
His mother had liked her. "She has spirit. Clever, that one. Pretty too," she had said.
"Mum, about Hermione-"
"Yes, dear?"
"She's Muggleborn."
"Well, she can't be perfect. Why don't you invite her for dinner?"
"But-"
"You're right. Tonight is short notice. How's tomorrow?"
"Fine, Mum."
"Oh, and her parents too. I haven't had conversation with Muggles in ages."
"Yes, Mum," he had replied, surprised. If only his father was that easy to convince.
He caught her in the hall after class. "Hermione!" he called, tapping her arm.
"Greg! Hi!" she exclaimed, surprised. She wasn't the only one. Everyone in the hall had turned to stare at them.
"Walk you to your next class?" he offered.
"Sure," she laughed, taking his arm. He laughed also, ignoring the fact that everyone's jaw had just hit the floor. Gradually the stunned crowd moved on.
Neville laughed, tugging gently on his boyfriend's hand. Ron looked at him. Neville smiled, eyes twinkling. Ron's mouth fell open. Neville closed it and pulled Ron down the hallway with him. "See you at lunch," he said to Harry.
"They're too cute," Seamus giggled. Harry nodded in agreement. Seamus looked around. "Well, it appears that we have been abandoned. Shall we go to Divination? I predict Trelawney's going to out do herself on the bullshit scale."
"Wouldn't want to miss that," Harry said without enthusiasm.
"C'mon. It'll be joke-fodder for days."
"I'd rather sit it out."
"Something up?" Seamus asked in what he hoped was an innocent voice.
"No," Harry lied terribly.
"Harry?"
"H'm?"
"I know that we're not the best of friends, but you can still talk to me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Seriously."
"Yeah, tell that to Dean."
"But he liked Lisa Turpin!"
"Uh-huh."
"And she liked him!"
"Right."
"What was I supposed to do?"
"Whatever it was, it was *not* hounding them day and night for two months."
"Look at them now! I've never seen Dean so happy!"
"That's not the point."
"Okay. No public hounding. I've been chastised. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. Cross my heart, hope to die."
"Seamus-"
"Don't answer now. Just think about it."
"But-"
"Promise me you'll think about it."
"Seamus-"
"Great," Seamus said, hurrying off. Harry sighed and shook his head. He decided to go for a walk.
It was just his luck to run into a teacher. It was also just his luck that the teacher happened to be Bill. "Harry! What are you doing here?"
"I skipped Divination."
"Don't feel like dying today?"
"Something like that."
"Are you okay?" Bill asked, noticing a definite tiredness to Harry's voice.
"Why does everyone keep asking that?"
"You look lost or distracted or really, really tired."
"I'm fine?"
"You're not. Girl trouble?"
"Hardly," Harry laughed.
"Guy trouble?"
"How-"
"It's a classic Gryffindor trait. Ask Nick."
"What?"
"Never mind," Bill said, waving it away.
"What's wrong? Bad breakup?"
"Very," Harry sighed.
"Want to talk?"
"No."
"Okay."
"What? You're not going to harass me or anything?"
"No, but if you want to-"
"Talk? Yeah, okay."
"Actually, I was going to say 'have wild sex' but that works too." He laughed at the mortified look on Harry's face. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Breathe. Harry? Blink. Do something. Don't make me take you the infirmary. I'll have a hell of a time explaining this to Madame Pomfrey." Harry blinked rapidly.
"I just got a mental picture."
"And?"
"I'm going to leave it at that," Harry said. He continued on his way, smiling to himself a little.
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^_^ I don't think there's anything particularly relevant in this chapter, but I like it. What say you, m'dears? Review and tell me!
Luv ya!
J. Silver
Thank you Lizzy Potter, Wyv, Bel, and Druss, Pepsi, Prongs, Lunarbard, (: alex:), Padfoot, Cat Samwise, do you really care?! (I don't know. It could happen.), Kate (aka Yama Luvr), Mystica, Calamity, Padfoot Lover, Dreamer, Tom Riddilpley, MoonShadow, Fleur, Groka Rowsan (formerly known as bean), Glace de Slyhterin, Amo Draconem!, Lindsay Beth, miss breed, Rubicon, Lelio ( am I still unforgiven?), Bella, and Rehanna.
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Maybe Snape was matchmaking or perhaps it was plain bad luck that Draco ended up with Seamus as a partner. He cast an indignant glance at Snape, who returned it with what could be loosely classified as an amused grin. Draco made a mental note to whine about this later and resigned himself to dealing with the bouncing boy next to him. "Screw this up and I will pound you," he swore.
"You know, I'm surprised you're here. Must've been really hard to pass kindergarten with that failing mark in 'Plays well with others.' However, you more than made up for it with your outstanding marks in 'Comes off as cold yet uninviting' and 'Manages to be a complete asshole,'" Seamus said cheerfully. Snape hastily converted his laugh to a polite cough. Draco narrowed his eyes at him. He was not helping at all.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why'd you break up with Harry?"
"What makes you so sure he didn't break up with me?" Draco asked. Seamus looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Nah."
"Why not?"
"Harry's not that thick-headed."
"Are you saying I am?"
"Yes." More polite coughing from Snape.
"I am not!"
"Okay, then why'd you break up with him?"
"I'm not answering that."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Please?" Seamus asked, tugging his sleeve.
"No," Draco repeated, turning his attention to dicing his ingredients.
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty, pretty please?"
"NO!" Draco said, whipping his head around to glare at Seamus. "Damn it!" He raised his hand. He has made a long slash across his palm. "This is all your fault."
"Me? You're the idiot with the knife! Did it occur to you to stop cutting?" Draco glowered at Seamus once more before sweeping away to the infirmary. Seamus had to admit the boy had style.
"What was that about?" Greg asked.
"I imagine Finnigan was being himself," Vincent replied.
"H'm," Greg answered, wondering what it was that his friend had against the blonde.
"You know Draco has a low tolerance for perkiness."
"Of course," Greg said, glancing at Hermione. She looked up and smiled at him. He went back to work, blushing.
His mother had liked her. "She has spirit. Clever, that one. Pretty too," she had said.
"Mum, about Hermione-"
"Yes, dear?"
"She's Muggleborn."
"Well, she can't be perfect. Why don't you invite her for dinner?"
"But-"
"You're right. Tonight is short notice. How's tomorrow?"
"Fine, Mum."
"Oh, and her parents too. I haven't had conversation with Muggles in ages."
"Yes, Mum," he had replied, surprised. If only his father was that easy to convince.
He caught her in the hall after class. "Hermione!" he called, tapping her arm.
"Greg! Hi!" she exclaimed, surprised. She wasn't the only one. Everyone in the hall had turned to stare at them.
"Walk you to your next class?" he offered.
"Sure," she laughed, taking his arm. He laughed also, ignoring the fact that everyone's jaw had just hit the floor. Gradually the stunned crowd moved on.
Neville laughed, tugging gently on his boyfriend's hand. Ron looked at him. Neville smiled, eyes twinkling. Ron's mouth fell open. Neville closed it and pulled Ron down the hallway with him. "See you at lunch," he said to Harry.
"They're too cute," Seamus giggled. Harry nodded in agreement. Seamus looked around. "Well, it appears that we have been abandoned. Shall we go to Divination? I predict Trelawney's going to out do herself on the bullshit scale."
"Wouldn't want to miss that," Harry said without enthusiasm.
"C'mon. It'll be joke-fodder for days."
"I'd rather sit it out."
"Something up?" Seamus asked in what he hoped was an innocent voice.
"No," Harry lied terribly.
"Harry?"
"H'm?"
"I know that we're not the best of friends, but you can still talk to me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Seriously."
"Yeah, tell that to Dean."
"But he liked Lisa Turpin!"
"Uh-huh."
"And she liked him!"
"Right."
"What was I supposed to do?"
"Whatever it was, it was *not* hounding them day and night for two months."
"Look at them now! I've never seen Dean so happy!"
"That's not the point."
"Okay. No public hounding. I've been chastised. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. Cross my heart, hope to die."
"Seamus-"
"Don't answer now. Just think about it."
"But-"
"Promise me you'll think about it."
"Seamus-"
"Great," Seamus said, hurrying off. Harry sighed and shook his head. He decided to go for a walk.
It was just his luck to run into a teacher. It was also just his luck that the teacher happened to be Bill. "Harry! What are you doing here?"
"I skipped Divination."
"Don't feel like dying today?"
"Something like that."
"Are you okay?" Bill asked, noticing a definite tiredness to Harry's voice.
"Why does everyone keep asking that?"
"You look lost or distracted or really, really tired."
"I'm fine?"
"You're not. Girl trouble?"
"Hardly," Harry laughed.
"Guy trouble?"
"How-"
"It's a classic Gryffindor trait. Ask Nick."
"What?"
"Never mind," Bill said, waving it away.
"What's wrong? Bad breakup?"
"Very," Harry sighed.
"Want to talk?"
"No."
"Okay."
"What? You're not going to harass me or anything?"
"No, but if you want to-"
"Talk? Yeah, okay."
"Actually, I was going to say 'have wild sex' but that works too." He laughed at the mortified look on Harry's face. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Breathe. Harry? Blink. Do something. Don't make me take you the infirmary. I'll have a hell of a time explaining this to Madame Pomfrey." Harry blinked rapidly.
"I just got a mental picture."
"And?"
"I'm going to leave it at that," Harry said. He continued on his way, smiling to himself a little.
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^_^ I don't think there's anything particularly relevant in this chapter, but I like it. What say you, m'dears? Review and tell me!
Luv ya!
J. Silver