Trance
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Dis: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: They're in their 7th year in this one and if you don't like guy/guy relationships, please don't read!
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Harry snuck quietly back up to the Gryffindor Common Room, hardly making a sound. It was past 2 in the morning, because Harry hadn't yet seen a sign of Filch on his way back into the dormitories. "Drooble's Best Blowing Gum." Harry whispered to The Fat Lady. She looked at him angrily and tiredly as she swung open slowly. "Next time, I'm locking you out! 2nd time this week!" She complained gruffly, falling back to sleep again. Harry tiptoed past Ron and Hermione, who had fallen asleep together on the couch. Harry just chuckled to himself silently. 'It's about time.' He thought, now running up the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories. He quickly slid his sneakers and robe off before clambering into his large four poster bed.
Even though he was tired, he laid silently in his large bed, just staring at the ceiling again. He sighed heavily, waving his hand up and down slowly in front of an imaginary Draco. 'No! I'm not in love with him!' Harry scolded at himself, forcing the image out of his head and dropping his arm next to his body. He felt confused and alone. His heart was saying he loved Draco, his mind was saying he didn't love Draco. Shaking his head slowly, he turned to face his silver alrm clock. The minutes were draining away slowly. Sighing, he took his glasses off and laid them next to his clock, yawning. He yawned once more before resting his head back down and falling asleep.
It was a hot Friday afternoon in Potions, but no one could feel the heat in the freezing dungeons. It was as if Snape had a spell or something on them. Snape drawled on about the magical properties of doxy wings whilst Harry drifted in and out of attention. "Potter!" Harry's attention snapped back as Snape's voice hissed loudly in his ear. "What is the main property of doxy wings?" Harry just sat there in a sort of daze. "I-I don't kn-know sir." Harry finally replied bashfully. Snape just gave him an angry grimace as he asked someone else. "Malfoy." Snape spat, now prowling along the Slytherin's desk. "Perhaps you could tell Mr. Potter the answer?" Malfoy's face was now a light candy pink, but Harry swore his was redder. "Er- They um....can cure dragon pox." Draco mumbled, Snape looking highly disappointed. But suddenly the image of the dungeons turned into the dormitories.
"Huh?!" Harry bolted upright in his bed, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it?" Dean asked sleepily as he pulled Harry's curtain back. Harry blinked hard, reaching for his glasses. "N-Nothing...." Harry mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of his gigantic bed. "I just had a strange dream." To Harry's relief, Dean just shrugged, gathered his clothes and headed for the bathroom. Harry sighed as he followed suit, another imaginary Draco next to him. "Get away!" Harry yelped, making all the boys fall silent. "Er-" Harry looked around, highly embarassed. Dean and Seamus started sniggering cheekily under their breath as Neville looked at Harry worriedly, backing into the wall. Pretty soon Dean and Seamu's laughter became even louder as they walked past the trmebling Neville Longbottom. "Oy, what's going on?" Ron asked groggily, trudging into the dormitory, his eyes red ad puffy. "Harry's going mental." Seamus explained, pretending to be serious to make Neville even more frightened as a joke. "I-I'll t-t-tell you later." Harry stammered quietly to Ron, his face a hot red.
Harry and Ron walked slowly down to the Great Hall, Ron wanting to be late for History of Magic, and Harry not wanting to see Draco. To Harry's misfortune, he did see Draco, well more like Draco saw him. He had a mysterious twinkle in his eye, which even Ron seemed to notice. "What's up with him?" Ron asked Harry through a mouthful of toast as Draco took his usual seat at the Slytherin table, but he didn't seem to crack one smile at jokes about Harry. Harry's focus was drifting in and out between Draco and his breakfast. "That's what I have to tell you later." Harry murmered quietly, frowning slightly. "What?" Harry shook his head.
"No, I'll tell you when we're alone."
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A/N: Please reveiw!
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Dis: No, I don't own HP!
A/N: They're in their 7th year in this one and if you don't like guy/guy relationships, please don't read!
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Harry snuck quietly back up to the Gryffindor Common Room, hardly making a sound. It was past 2 in the morning, because Harry hadn't yet seen a sign of Filch on his way back into the dormitories. "Drooble's Best Blowing Gum." Harry whispered to The Fat Lady. She looked at him angrily and tiredly as she swung open slowly. "Next time, I'm locking you out! 2nd time this week!" She complained gruffly, falling back to sleep again. Harry tiptoed past Ron and Hermione, who had fallen asleep together on the couch. Harry just chuckled to himself silently. 'It's about time.' He thought, now running up the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories. He quickly slid his sneakers and robe off before clambering into his large four poster bed.
Even though he was tired, he laid silently in his large bed, just staring at the ceiling again. He sighed heavily, waving his hand up and down slowly in front of an imaginary Draco. 'No! I'm not in love with him!' Harry scolded at himself, forcing the image out of his head and dropping his arm next to his body. He felt confused and alone. His heart was saying he loved Draco, his mind was saying he didn't love Draco. Shaking his head slowly, he turned to face his silver alrm clock. The minutes were draining away slowly. Sighing, he took his glasses off and laid them next to his clock, yawning. He yawned once more before resting his head back down and falling asleep.
It was a hot Friday afternoon in Potions, but no one could feel the heat in the freezing dungeons. It was as if Snape had a spell or something on them. Snape drawled on about the magical properties of doxy wings whilst Harry drifted in and out of attention. "Potter!" Harry's attention snapped back as Snape's voice hissed loudly in his ear. "What is the main property of doxy wings?" Harry just sat there in a sort of daze. "I-I don't kn-know sir." Harry finally replied bashfully. Snape just gave him an angry grimace as he asked someone else. "Malfoy." Snape spat, now prowling along the Slytherin's desk. "Perhaps you could tell Mr. Potter the answer?" Malfoy's face was now a light candy pink, but Harry swore his was redder. "Er- They um....can cure dragon pox." Draco mumbled, Snape looking highly disappointed. But suddenly the image of the dungeons turned into the dormitories.
"Huh?!" Harry bolted upright in his bed, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it?" Dean asked sleepily as he pulled Harry's curtain back. Harry blinked hard, reaching for his glasses. "N-Nothing...." Harry mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of his gigantic bed. "I just had a strange dream." To Harry's relief, Dean just shrugged, gathered his clothes and headed for the bathroom. Harry sighed as he followed suit, another imaginary Draco next to him. "Get away!" Harry yelped, making all the boys fall silent. "Er-" Harry looked around, highly embarassed. Dean and Seamus started sniggering cheekily under their breath as Neville looked at Harry worriedly, backing into the wall. Pretty soon Dean and Seamu's laughter became even louder as they walked past the trmebling Neville Longbottom. "Oy, what's going on?" Ron asked groggily, trudging into the dormitory, his eyes red ad puffy. "Harry's going mental." Seamus explained, pretending to be serious to make Neville even more frightened as a joke. "I-I'll t-t-tell you later." Harry stammered quietly to Ron, his face a hot red.
Harry and Ron walked slowly down to the Great Hall, Ron wanting to be late for History of Magic, and Harry not wanting to see Draco. To Harry's misfortune, he did see Draco, well more like Draco saw him. He had a mysterious twinkle in his eye, which even Ron seemed to notice. "What's up with him?" Ron asked Harry through a mouthful of toast as Draco took his usual seat at the Slytherin table, but he didn't seem to crack one smile at jokes about Harry. Harry's focus was drifting in and out between Draco and his breakfast. "That's what I have to tell you later." Harry murmered quietly, frowning slightly. "What?" Harry shook his head.
"No, I'll tell you when we're alone."
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A/N: Please reveiw!