Right, so here is chapter 8 for you few dedicated fans! Just a side note. I'm on thespeech ad debate team and theres a tournoment at Berkeley and I'm gonna do HP and the SS as a humorous. It's so funny cuz all the charactersare all crazy and me-like. It's great. Okay, so on with the fic... oh, and they're not mine...curses!
Chapter eight: Watching
The following day, I returned to my classes. I had potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. My heart wanted so much to run up to Harry, kiss him, and tell him everything, but my head held me back. I moved to the back off to the corner as I cursed my head for keeping me from doing something I wanted so desperately to do.
I looked over at Harry. He sat by himself in the second row on the opposite side of the class as I was. I wondered why Ron and Hermione weren't with him. I saw them two rows ahead of me. They seemed to be glaring at Harry, but I wasn't sure. Snape was standing over there, so they could have been looking at him as he lectured. Harry sat and took notes. He didn't even look up from his parchment once. His head was slumped in his hand while the other gently held the quill. I was tranfixed by him. I watched the quill move ever so slowly. I could see what he was writing. It was my name. He was writing my name over and over again on his potions notes. I had no clue how to react. This meant that he was still in love with me. I had to get Professor Lupin. I rasied my hand and Snape called on me.
"Class was so much more pleasant since you weren't talking Mr. Malfoy. What do you want? And make it quick." He spat.
"I'm not feeling very well Professor, may I please go to Madame Pomphrey?" I asked. Before he could answer with a quick-witted refusal, I mouthed, "I need Professor Lupin" as clear as I could. He nodded in response.
"Fine, go. Now I can lead class without having to look at you." he snapped, then winked slightly.
I walked out of the class and sprinted to Lupin's room. I reached it and opened the door. Light spewed into the dark and dusty classroom. Professor Lupin was standing at the front looking at me. I looked around the class to find about fifty second years looking at me as well. Some of the slytherins started whipering to eachother as I walked to talk privataly with Lupin. I looked at him and he nodded. I didn't need to speak. He knew. He knew I needed his help.
"Class, please review what we talked about yesterday. I will be right back." He lead me to the room where I stayed the previous night. We sat on the cot and I told him what I saw. "I don't know what to do here Draco." He said. "His love for you is too strong. I don't think there's much more we can do."
I looked at him stunned. How could he not know what to do? "So, you're just going to let Voldemort get him?!" I accused.
"Not at all. I will do everything I can to protect him. You know he is safe here. He will be fine."
I didn't belive him. I was so unsure of everything at that point. He left me sitting on the cot with my thoughts and emotions scattered all over the place.
I walked back to potions to find the kids walking out of the door since classes had just ended. I stopped when I saw Harry. He slowly walked out of class. Ron was leaning up against the wall waiting for him. I watched as he walked up to Harry. My eyes could not move from him.
"Look Harry." Ron said. "You know that when you first came out, I didn't really say anything because Hermione told me not to. She and I are on the same page however with the Malfoy situation. Now she doesn't give a shit what I say or do to you because she feels the same way." Harry simply stood there and took in what his friend was saying. Ron continued, "I wanted to tell you that I don't want you in the dorms anymore. Everyone feels the same way as I do. We don't want a fag, let alone a deatheater-loving fag in our room. So, pack your shit up and leave."
"where am I going to go?" Harry asked. His voice was shaking from crying so much.
"why don't you go and stay with Malfoy?" Ron taunted.
"please Ron. You're my best friend. Don't do this to me, not now." Harry pleaded. He tired to hug Ron in order to seek some sort of comfort in a friend, but he was pushed to the ground before his arms made contact with Ron's body.
"Don't fucking touch me fag!" He spat out at him. "I was just going to kick you out, I wasn't going to kick your ass, but you crossed the line fairy!"
I saw it all. In the middle of the hallway too. No one seemed to care. Ron kicked Harry hard in the ribs. Harry was already on the floor since Ron pushed him away. I wanted so much to run and help him, but I didn't. I stood there and watched it all happen. Ron continued to kick him until somone finally pulled him away. A fifth year from Hufflepuff picked Harry up. I flinched when I saw how bad he looked. The right side of his face was covered in blood and it was already beginning to swell. His robes were ripped and his hand was practically crushed because Ron stepped on it. He looked at Ron and all the other bystanders, but said nothing. He just looked at them and left. As he limped off by himself, I watched him. I wanted to help him so bad. I hated seeing him hurt; emotionally, or physically. Now it was both, and it was all my fault.
Chapter eight: Watching
The following day, I returned to my classes. I had potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. My heart wanted so much to run up to Harry, kiss him, and tell him everything, but my head held me back. I moved to the back off to the corner as I cursed my head for keeping me from doing something I wanted so desperately to do.
I looked over at Harry. He sat by himself in the second row on the opposite side of the class as I was. I wondered why Ron and Hermione weren't with him. I saw them two rows ahead of me. They seemed to be glaring at Harry, but I wasn't sure. Snape was standing over there, so they could have been looking at him as he lectured. Harry sat and took notes. He didn't even look up from his parchment once. His head was slumped in his hand while the other gently held the quill. I was tranfixed by him. I watched the quill move ever so slowly. I could see what he was writing. It was my name. He was writing my name over and over again on his potions notes. I had no clue how to react. This meant that he was still in love with me. I had to get Professor Lupin. I rasied my hand and Snape called on me.
"Class was so much more pleasant since you weren't talking Mr. Malfoy. What do you want? And make it quick." He spat.
"I'm not feeling very well Professor, may I please go to Madame Pomphrey?" I asked. Before he could answer with a quick-witted refusal, I mouthed, "I need Professor Lupin" as clear as I could. He nodded in response.
"Fine, go. Now I can lead class without having to look at you." he snapped, then winked slightly.
I walked out of the class and sprinted to Lupin's room. I reached it and opened the door. Light spewed into the dark and dusty classroom. Professor Lupin was standing at the front looking at me. I looked around the class to find about fifty second years looking at me as well. Some of the slytherins started whipering to eachother as I walked to talk privataly with Lupin. I looked at him and he nodded. I didn't need to speak. He knew. He knew I needed his help.
"Class, please review what we talked about yesterday. I will be right back." He lead me to the room where I stayed the previous night. We sat on the cot and I told him what I saw. "I don't know what to do here Draco." He said. "His love for you is too strong. I don't think there's much more we can do."
I looked at him stunned. How could he not know what to do? "So, you're just going to let Voldemort get him?!" I accused.
"Not at all. I will do everything I can to protect him. You know he is safe here. He will be fine."
I didn't belive him. I was so unsure of everything at that point. He left me sitting on the cot with my thoughts and emotions scattered all over the place.
I walked back to potions to find the kids walking out of the door since classes had just ended. I stopped when I saw Harry. He slowly walked out of class. Ron was leaning up against the wall waiting for him. I watched as he walked up to Harry. My eyes could not move from him.
"Look Harry." Ron said. "You know that when you first came out, I didn't really say anything because Hermione told me not to. She and I are on the same page however with the Malfoy situation. Now she doesn't give a shit what I say or do to you because she feels the same way." Harry simply stood there and took in what his friend was saying. Ron continued, "I wanted to tell you that I don't want you in the dorms anymore. Everyone feels the same way as I do. We don't want a fag, let alone a deatheater-loving fag in our room. So, pack your shit up and leave."
"where am I going to go?" Harry asked. His voice was shaking from crying so much.
"why don't you go and stay with Malfoy?" Ron taunted.
"please Ron. You're my best friend. Don't do this to me, not now." Harry pleaded. He tired to hug Ron in order to seek some sort of comfort in a friend, but he was pushed to the ground before his arms made contact with Ron's body.
"Don't fucking touch me fag!" He spat out at him. "I was just going to kick you out, I wasn't going to kick your ass, but you crossed the line fairy!"
I saw it all. In the middle of the hallway too. No one seemed to care. Ron kicked Harry hard in the ribs. Harry was already on the floor since Ron pushed him away. I wanted so much to run and help him, but I didn't. I stood there and watched it all happen. Ron continued to kick him until somone finally pulled him away. A fifth year from Hufflepuff picked Harry up. I flinched when I saw how bad he looked. The right side of his face was covered in blood and it was already beginning to swell. His robes were ripped and his hand was practically crushed because Ron stepped on it. He looked at Ron and all the other bystanders, but said nothing. He just looked at them and left. As he limped off by himself, I watched him. I wanted to help him so bad. I hated seeing him hurt; emotionally, or physically. Now it was both, and it was all my fault.