Rating: PG 13 (so far)
Main Pairing: eventually Harry/Draco
Status: incomplete, unbetaed
Warnings: attempts at humor, rather mean Draco
Summary: Draco finds a note written by Harry to Hermione
and Draco decides to act upon what he reads.
Notes: Draco's opinions of other characters that he expresses in this story
are not my own opinions of these characters!
An Amazing Discovery
Part 1
Dear Hermione,
So, you want to know who I like? Well, it's not Cho anymore. No point in liking someone who I know doesn't like me. But I have found someone else who I like a lot, I might even be in love with this person but I'm not sure since I've never been in love before. So, I bet you want to know who it is, right?! Well, I'm not going to tell you! You're going to have to guess who it is! :) This person has blond hair, gray eyes and is about my height. That's all I'm going to tell you right now. Maybe if you haven't figured it out in a few days I will write you another note with some more clues. No matter how smart you may be, I really don't think that you're going to be able to figure out who I like. :D Good luck though, you're going to need it!
Love,
Harry
PS If you do figure it out you'll have to help me hook up with this person since I'm not having any luck :(
A loud, vicious laugh echoed throughout the empty room, followed by much hand rubbing and smirking. The cause of all this evil glee was the unexpected discovery of a note written by Harry Potter to Hermione Granger. The note had caused many very mischievous ideas to start floating around inside the discoverer's handsome blond head. Perhaps he should tact the note up in the main hall so the whole school could try to figure out who Potter liked. That was definitely a brilliant idea. Or, perhaps he could confront Potter about it and watch with extreme delight as the boy squirmed with discomfort and embarrassment. Or, no, wait! Even better, he could figure out who this girl is and then ensure that Potter never gets together with her. Yes!! That was definitely the thing to do, the best way to make that awful Harry Potter suffer.
Now, who could this girl possibly be? She was probably someone in Gryffindor, it was the only practical thing, for it was rather annoying to like or date someone outside your house. Then again, Potter was not exactly the brightest or most practical person in Hogwarts. But, Gryffindor would be the best place to start looking. Only problem was, he really did not know any of the Gryffindors. This was to be expected though since a Slytherin would never demean himself and get to know a Gryffindor, it would be awfully bad for one's reputation. A terrible thought suddenly occurred to Draco, he was actually going to have to notice and pay attention to the Gryffindors; well, at least the girls. What a hideous thought! Yet, it was necessary if he was going to figure out who the girl is and make Potter suffer.
Ok, back to business...a blond girl in Gryffindor. Well, Hermione did kind of have blond hair, Potter never said if it was light or dark blond. Perhaps Potter was trying to deceive Hermione-by writing her a note about who he likes she would never guess it to be herself. Nah! Potter was too stupid to think of something that devious. Only a Slytherin would have been able to come up with such an excellent idea. Besides, why would anyone like brainy Hermione? She'd probably rather do homework than make out!
So, Hermione is out. Who else is blond and a Gryffindor? A clock ticked slowly in the silence...and went on ticking....and ticked some more before Draco gave a frustrated sigh and gave up thinking. How was he supposed to know?! Slytherins did not pay attention to Gryffindors. What a pain. Now he had to think of a way to find out who the blond, female Gryffindors are. Mealtimes, yes, that was the best way. If he sat facing the Gryffindor table he could easily pick out the blond girls.
Draco quickly folded up the note and stuffed it in the secret pocket on the inside of his robes. He then hurried down to the main hall, eager to get a decent spot for dinner so he could scope out some blond Gryffindors. Spotting Crabbe and Goyle, Draco sat down across from them, which gave him an excellent view of the Gryffindor table. There were currently no blond girls, although Potter and his friends were already there, and that little brat was staring at him! How dare he! Draco glared back, wishing he could just kill Potter by giving him the evil eye. Oh, how he hated that annoying Potter; why, just seeing him made Draco's heart race, blood boil and got his adrenaline pumping. Draco suddenly smirked at Potter, which earned him a confused look. The dumb boy had no idea what was soon going to befall him. How he was going to suffer from unrequited love and Draco was going to enjoy every minute of Potter's suffering.
Feeling extremely smug and satisfied with himself, Draco watched as the main hall slowly began to fill up with students. Once the Gryffindor table was filled up, Draco stared at it in despair. There were probably at least twenty girls with blond hair. Really!! Why did so many girls have to have blond hair!? He was sure at least half of them had dyed hair but of course that did not help him any. But Draco was determined, he would figure out who this girl is no matter how long it took him. A good challenge was always enjoyable.
The girls who were a lot younger or older than Potter could probably be ruled out, makes sense that Potter would like someone his own age. That narrowed Draco's search down to about ten potentials. Alright, now what other clues had there been? Oh yes, height-the same as Potter. Well, that was kind of hard to tell since they were all sitting down. Although, at least a few were clearly out of the running, which left five girls. Definitely a manageable number. Now, eye color. Damn! How the hell was he supposed to tell that from all the way over here?! Ugh, he was going to have to get closer to the Gryffindor girls. That was going to be painful.
"Um...Draco?"
"Uh? What?" Draco said intelligently while looking at the two boys across from him. He had been so absorbed that he did not even know which one had talked to him, although he supposed that it really did not matter too much.
"Why are you checking out the Gryffindor girls?" Crabbe asked.
"What?!" Draco practically shouted. "I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing, it's...disgusting."
"Yeah, well, what were you staring at then?" Goyle asked.
"Oh, um, you know, just staring off into space while deep in thought."
The two boys did not look convinced.
"Oh come on guys, do you seriously think that I was checking out those girls?! I'm not that desperate!"
This earned nods of agreement from the two boys and they went back to eating their dinner. Draco breathed a sign of relief. That have been close. He was definitely going to have to be more careful from now on. His reputation could be forever ruined if people found out that he was looking at Gryffindor girls; he would never allow that to happen.
Back to his dilemma, how to find out the eye color of these five girls? He had to get close to them without attracting attention to himself, which would probably be all but impossible. Draco sat for several minutes, eating and thinking. Draco angrily ripped some meat off of his chicken bone and chomped on it in frustration, he could not think of a single thing. He, Draco Malfoy, smartest guy in the school, could not think of a damn thing! It was all that Potter's fault, who was staring at him again and distracting him. Whenever that stupid Potter stared at him, he could not think properly. It was the strangest thing really, must be because he hated Potter so much. Yep, that was definitely the reason, what other reason could there be?
Draco watched as Potter and his friends got up and left the hall through the main door. Ding! Inspiration hit! That was it! Why didn't he think of it before, it was so obvious. He could just stand by the main entrance into the hall and pretend to be reading the bulletins posted near the door. Then, when those five girls walked by he could check out their eye color. Brilliant idea! What a genius.
Draco stood up and walked over to the main entrance as casually as he could. Just as he was about to go through the doors he stopped, as if the bulletins on his left had suddenly caught his attention. He walked over to them and pretended to read while secretly watching for those girls to leave the hall.
Here they come!
blue-green-brown-blue-red?! had to be a spell, pretty freaky though.
No gray!? Damn! Now what the hell was he going to do?!
End Part 1
-I hope that you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it! :)
Main Pairing: eventually Harry/Draco
Status: incomplete, unbetaed
Warnings: attempts at humor, rather mean Draco
Summary: Draco finds a note written by Harry to Hermione
and Draco decides to act upon what he reads.
Notes: Draco's opinions of other characters that he expresses in this story
are not my own opinions of these characters!
An Amazing Discovery
Part 1
Dear Hermione,
So, you want to know who I like? Well, it's not Cho anymore. No point in liking someone who I know doesn't like me. But I have found someone else who I like a lot, I might even be in love with this person but I'm not sure since I've never been in love before. So, I bet you want to know who it is, right?! Well, I'm not going to tell you! You're going to have to guess who it is! :) This person has blond hair, gray eyes and is about my height. That's all I'm going to tell you right now. Maybe if you haven't figured it out in a few days I will write you another note with some more clues. No matter how smart you may be, I really don't think that you're going to be able to figure out who I like. :D Good luck though, you're going to need it!
Love,
Harry
PS If you do figure it out you'll have to help me hook up with this person since I'm not having any luck :(
A loud, vicious laugh echoed throughout the empty room, followed by much hand rubbing and smirking. The cause of all this evil glee was the unexpected discovery of a note written by Harry Potter to Hermione Granger. The note had caused many very mischievous ideas to start floating around inside the discoverer's handsome blond head. Perhaps he should tact the note up in the main hall so the whole school could try to figure out who Potter liked. That was definitely a brilliant idea. Or, perhaps he could confront Potter about it and watch with extreme delight as the boy squirmed with discomfort and embarrassment. Or, no, wait! Even better, he could figure out who this girl is and then ensure that Potter never gets together with her. Yes!! That was definitely the thing to do, the best way to make that awful Harry Potter suffer.
Now, who could this girl possibly be? She was probably someone in Gryffindor, it was the only practical thing, for it was rather annoying to like or date someone outside your house. Then again, Potter was not exactly the brightest or most practical person in Hogwarts. But, Gryffindor would be the best place to start looking. Only problem was, he really did not know any of the Gryffindors. This was to be expected though since a Slytherin would never demean himself and get to know a Gryffindor, it would be awfully bad for one's reputation. A terrible thought suddenly occurred to Draco, he was actually going to have to notice and pay attention to the Gryffindors; well, at least the girls. What a hideous thought! Yet, it was necessary if he was going to figure out who the girl is and make Potter suffer.
Ok, back to business...a blond girl in Gryffindor. Well, Hermione did kind of have blond hair, Potter never said if it was light or dark blond. Perhaps Potter was trying to deceive Hermione-by writing her a note about who he likes she would never guess it to be herself. Nah! Potter was too stupid to think of something that devious. Only a Slytherin would have been able to come up with such an excellent idea. Besides, why would anyone like brainy Hermione? She'd probably rather do homework than make out!
So, Hermione is out. Who else is blond and a Gryffindor? A clock ticked slowly in the silence...and went on ticking....and ticked some more before Draco gave a frustrated sigh and gave up thinking. How was he supposed to know?! Slytherins did not pay attention to Gryffindors. What a pain. Now he had to think of a way to find out who the blond, female Gryffindors are. Mealtimes, yes, that was the best way. If he sat facing the Gryffindor table he could easily pick out the blond girls.
Draco quickly folded up the note and stuffed it in the secret pocket on the inside of his robes. He then hurried down to the main hall, eager to get a decent spot for dinner so he could scope out some blond Gryffindors. Spotting Crabbe and Goyle, Draco sat down across from them, which gave him an excellent view of the Gryffindor table. There were currently no blond girls, although Potter and his friends were already there, and that little brat was staring at him! How dare he! Draco glared back, wishing he could just kill Potter by giving him the evil eye. Oh, how he hated that annoying Potter; why, just seeing him made Draco's heart race, blood boil and got his adrenaline pumping. Draco suddenly smirked at Potter, which earned him a confused look. The dumb boy had no idea what was soon going to befall him. How he was going to suffer from unrequited love and Draco was going to enjoy every minute of Potter's suffering.
Feeling extremely smug and satisfied with himself, Draco watched as the main hall slowly began to fill up with students. Once the Gryffindor table was filled up, Draco stared at it in despair. There were probably at least twenty girls with blond hair. Really!! Why did so many girls have to have blond hair!? He was sure at least half of them had dyed hair but of course that did not help him any. But Draco was determined, he would figure out who this girl is no matter how long it took him. A good challenge was always enjoyable.
The girls who were a lot younger or older than Potter could probably be ruled out, makes sense that Potter would like someone his own age. That narrowed Draco's search down to about ten potentials. Alright, now what other clues had there been? Oh yes, height-the same as Potter. Well, that was kind of hard to tell since they were all sitting down. Although, at least a few were clearly out of the running, which left five girls. Definitely a manageable number. Now, eye color. Damn! How the hell was he supposed to tell that from all the way over here?! Ugh, he was going to have to get closer to the Gryffindor girls. That was going to be painful.
"Um...Draco?"
"Uh? What?" Draco said intelligently while looking at the two boys across from him. He had been so absorbed that he did not even know which one had talked to him, although he supposed that it really did not matter too much.
"Why are you checking out the Gryffindor girls?" Crabbe asked.
"What?!" Draco practically shouted. "I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing, it's...disgusting."
"Yeah, well, what were you staring at then?" Goyle asked.
"Oh, um, you know, just staring off into space while deep in thought."
The two boys did not look convinced.
"Oh come on guys, do you seriously think that I was checking out those girls?! I'm not that desperate!"
This earned nods of agreement from the two boys and they went back to eating their dinner. Draco breathed a sign of relief. That have been close. He was definitely going to have to be more careful from now on. His reputation could be forever ruined if people found out that he was looking at Gryffindor girls; he would never allow that to happen.
Back to his dilemma, how to find out the eye color of these five girls? He had to get close to them without attracting attention to himself, which would probably be all but impossible. Draco sat for several minutes, eating and thinking. Draco angrily ripped some meat off of his chicken bone and chomped on it in frustration, he could not think of a single thing. He, Draco Malfoy, smartest guy in the school, could not think of a damn thing! It was all that Potter's fault, who was staring at him again and distracting him. Whenever that stupid Potter stared at him, he could not think properly. It was the strangest thing really, must be because he hated Potter so much. Yep, that was definitely the reason, what other reason could there be?
Draco watched as Potter and his friends got up and left the hall through the main door. Ding! Inspiration hit! That was it! Why didn't he think of it before, it was so obvious. He could just stand by the main entrance into the hall and pretend to be reading the bulletins posted near the door. Then, when those five girls walked by he could check out their eye color. Brilliant idea! What a genius.
Draco stood up and walked over to the main entrance as casually as he could. Just as he was about to go through the doors he stopped, as if the bulletins on his left had suddenly caught his attention. He walked over to them and pretended to read while secretly watching for those girls to leave the hall.
Here they come!
blue-green-brown-blue-red?! had to be a spell, pretty freaky though.
No gray!? Damn! Now what the hell was he going to do?!
End Part 1
-I hope that you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it! :)