Suspicious Spectators
"Wake up, Harry!" someone yelled in Harry's ear. Harry jumped and rolled over. Ron was kneeling there, grinning at Harry, and Hermione and Ginny were standing behind Ron.
"Sorry, was I talking aloud in my sleep again?" Harry yawned. He sat up and realized it was morning. He must've slept from all the way to afternoon and into the night. He was more tired that he realized.
"Good one," Ron said, punching Harry's shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You don't talk in your sleep," Ron said absently.
Harry blinked and turned to look at Malfoy. He jumped when he saw Crabbe and Goyle kneeling beside him and glaring for all they were worth at Harry and Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. The three were talking in low voices.
"Speaking of talk, you won't believe what rumor the Ravenclaws have started!" Ginny said excitedly, catching Harry's attention. He looked at her and she continued with, "They say that you and Malfoy were flying around on your broom yesterday, doing a public display of affection and everything!"
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron laughed, but when they realized that Harry wasn't laughing, they stopped. Each had a different expression: Hermione was, of course, worried, Ginny was confused, and Ron was incredulous.
"I knew it! You're bi!"
"What?" Harry yelled. When Crabbe told them to shut up, he repeated himself more quietly, "What?"
"If you haven't noticed, I have!" Ron said. He stood up and crossed his arms, glaring down at Harry. "It's true, isn't it?"
The little voice in the back of his head squeaked, 'Yes!', but Harry shoved the little voice down. "No, of course not! Honestly, I'm not! Malfoy and I were just bored out of our minds, and since we both like flying so much, we went flying!"
"Then why on the same broom, and why at the same time?" Ginny asked in pure confusion. Hermione cast a worried glance at Harry.
"Because there would be barely any time for both of us," he replied. "We got caught after five minutes!"
"Then why the same broom?" Ron said suspiciously.
Harry hesitated, but someone else answered for him.
"We would get caught easily if we went down to the dungeons for my own broom, now shut up!" Malfoy yelled.
"You shut up, you great prat!" Ron yelled.
Crabbe and Goyle stood up, punching their huge fists into their huge hands angrily, but Malfoy put his hand out to signal that it was all right and he defended himself with:
"Maybe you should buy some glue to stick your big, ugly lips down together! Oh, but wait, I would have to buy it since you don't have any money!"
Hermione had to grab both Ginny and Ron, and since she was struggling, Harry had to grab onto Ron. "I have an idea, why don't we all shut up?" Harry suggested seriously. "Madam Pomfrey is going to start complaining about all of this noise and kick you guys out."
Malfoy muttered something incoherently and he averted his attention back to his two best friends.
Ron turned his glare to Harry. "And to think, you didn't even tell me."
"Let it go, Ron," Hermione muttered. "We don't even know if Harry really is bi. Now come on, we have better things to talk about besides this."
Harry mentally hugged Hermione and he sat down. Ron and Hermione sat down on either side of him while Ginny laid down on the carpet beside the bed with her legs up in the air. The four talked for an hour before Hermione gasped.
"Oh, no! Ron, we have Potions in ten minutes!"
Ginny jumped up, her eyes wild. "I'm ten minutes late for Care of Magical Creatures! Bye!" And with that, she rushed out of the door. Hermione and Ron said proper good byes to Harry and ran outside, and Harry laid back down in boredom again.
Eventually, Crabbe and Goyle left as well in a rush to Defense Against The Dark Arts, leaving both of the two in the quiet and boring room once again.
Harry looked at Malfoy, who was drifting off to sleep again. "You've got to be kidding! You can't still be sleepy!"
Malfoy snapped out of it and looked at Harry. "Why shouldn't I be? Give me one good reason."
"You've been asleep for about one day now, that's why!"
"I'm tired," Malfoy said simply.
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. "Too tired."
"Whatever," Malfoy said. "Doesn't matter now that you've woken me up," and he too stared at the ceiling.
"We're better off back at the field," Harry said. The moment the words left his mouth was when he remembered Malfoy's tightening grip, Malfoy brushing up against him, Ron and Hermione's warnings, the whole school finding out about Malfoy being attracted to Harry, Neville saying his confession, the two girls bursting in and telling them that Malfoy was gay... And then a new thing he just figured out... It was kind of like when you're killing yourself trying to remember that certain singer's name, and then a few hours later, it just pops up into your mind... He realized at that moment that he was actually kind of... happy.
Harry sighed. He was bi, wasn't he? The little voice in the back of his voice muttered, 'Duh, what have I been telling you the whole time?'
Well, there was no point in hiding it from himself... But what about Ron and Hermione? Hermione would have no problem, but Ron seemed angry enough... And what about the other guys in the dorm room? They would probably be disgusted.
"Shut up," Malfoy muttered.
"I didn't say anything," Harry said, knowing for sure that he was speaking to himself in his mind. He continued staring up at she ceiling and continued thinking when Malfoy groaned and sat up.
"I have to get out of here."
"One detention is enough for me," Harry said simply.
"Then can't I borrow that map thing and that cloak?"
Harry shook his head. "No one uses it unless it's an emergency."
Malfoy was silent for a while before he muttered something incoherently. Madam Pomfrey then walked into the room with two small cauldrons filled with potion.
"Medicine time! Too bad this stuff will knock you out instantly," she said, handing one to Harry and the other to Malfoy. Harry looked at Malfoy's and had to do a double take. His potion's color was red, thick, and slimy, while Harry's was bluish, clear, and looked more like water than anything else... Why would they have two different potions to drink if they both had the flu?
Malfoy glanced up at Harry with a strange look on his face. Neither said anything, however, as Malfoy gulped down the potion and instantly fell back onto the bed. Harry looked down at his potion and decided that Malfoy knew something that Harry didn't, and whatever it was, Harry was planning on finding out. Harry gulped down his own potion and blackness swept over him.
"Wake up, Harry!" someone yelled in Harry's ear. Harry jumped and rolled over. Ron was kneeling there, grinning at Harry, and Hermione and Ginny were standing behind Ron.
"Sorry, was I talking aloud in my sleep again?" Harry yawned. He sat up and realized it was morning. He must've slept from all the way to afternoon and into the night. He was more tired that he realized.
"Good one," Ron said, punching Harry's shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You don't talk in your sleep," Ron said absently.
Harry blinked and turned to look at Malfoy. He jumped when he saw Crabbe and Goyle kneeling beside him and glaring for all they were worth at Harry and Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. The three were talking in low voices.
"Speaking of talk, you won't believe what rumor the Ravenclaws have started!" Ginny said excitedly, catching Harry's attention. He looked at her and she continued with, "They say that you and Malfoy were flying around on your broom yesterday, doing a public display of affection and everything!"
Ginny, Hermione, and Ron laughed, but when they realized that Harry wasn't laughing, they stopped. Each had a different expression: Hermione was, of course, worried, Ginny was confused, and Ron was incredulous.
"I knew it! You're bi!"
"What?" Harry yelled. When Crabbe told them to shut up, he repeated himself more quietly, "What?"
"If you haven't noticed, I have!" Ron said. He stood up and crossed his arms, glaring down at Harry. "It's true, isn't it?"
The little voice in the back of his head squeaked, 'Yes!', but Harry shoved the little voice down. "No, of course not! Honestly, I'm not! Malfoy and I were just bored out of our minds, and since we both like flying so much, we went flying!"
"Then why on the same broom, and why at the same time?" Ginny asked in pure confusion. Hermione cast a worried glance at Harry.
"Because there would be barely any time for both of us," he replied. "We got caught after five minutes!"
"Then why the same broom?" Ron said suspiciously.
Harry hesitated, but someone else answered for him.
"We would get caught easily if we went down to the dungeons for my own broom, now shut up!" Malfoy yelled.
"You shut up, you great prat!" Ron yelled.
Crabbe and Goyle stood up, punching their huge fists into their huge hands angrily, but Malfoy put his hand out to signal that it was all right and he defended himself with:
"Maybe you should buy some glue to stick your big, ugly lips down together! Oh, but wait, I would have to buy it since you don't have any money!"
Hermione had to grab both Ginny and Ron, and since she was struggling, Harry had to grab onto Ron. "I have an idea, why don't we all shut up?" Harry suggested seriously. "Madam Pomfrey is going to start complaining about all of this noise and kick you guys out."
Malfoy muttered something incoherently and he averted his attention back to his two best friends.
Ron turned his glare to Harry. "And to think, you didn't even tell me."
"Let it go, Ron," Hermione muttered. "We don't even know if Harry really is bi. Now come on, we have better things to talk about besides this."
Harry mentally hugged Hermione and he sat down. Ron and Hermione sat down on either side of him while Ginny laid down on the carpet beside the bed with her legs up in the air. The four talked for an hour before Hermione gasped.
"Oh, no! Ron, we have Potions in ten minutes!"
Ginny jumped up, her eyes wild. "I'm ten minutes late for Care of Magical Creatures! Bye!" And with that, she rushed out of the door. Hermione and Ron said proper good byes to Harry and ran outside, and Harry laid back down in boredom again.
Eventually, Crabbe and Goyle left as well in a rush to Defense Against The Dark Arts, leaving both of the two in the quiet and boring room once again.
Harry looked at Malfoy, who was drifting off to sleep again. "You've got to be kidding! You can't still be sleepy!"
Malfoy snapped out of it and looked at Harry. "Why shouldn't I be? Give me one good reason."
"You've been asleep for about one day now, that's why!"
"I'm tired," Malfoy said simply.
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. "Too tired."
"Whatever," Malfoy said. "Doesn't matter now that you've woken me up," and he too stared at the ceiling.
"We're better off back at the field," Harry said. The moment the words left his mouth was when he remembered Malfoy's tightening grip, Malfoy brushing up against him, Ron and Hermione's warnings, the whole school finding out about Malfoy being attracted to Harry, Neville saying his confession, the two girls bursting in and telling them that Malfoy was gay... And then a new thing he just figured out... It was kind of like when you're killing yourself trying to remember that certain singer's name, and then a few hours later, it just pops up into your mind... He realized at that moment that he was actually kind of... happy.
Harry sighed. He was bi, wasn't he? The little voice in the back of his voice muttered, 'Duh, what have I been telling you the whole time?'
Well, there was no point in hiding it from himself... But what about Ron and Hermione? Hermione would have no problem, but Ron seemed angry enough... And what about the other guys in the dorm room? They would probably be disgusted.
"Shut up," Malfoy muttered.
"I didn't say anything," Harry said, knowing for sure that he was speaking to himself in his mind. He continued staring up at she ceiling and continued thinking when Malfoy groaned and sat up.
"I have to get out of here."
"One detention is enough for me," Harry said simply.
"Then can't I borrow that map thing and that cloak?"
Harry shook his head. "No one uses it unless it's an emergency."
Malfoy was silent for a while before he muttered something incoherently. Madam Pomfrey then walked into the room with two small cauldrons filled with potion.
"Medicine time! Too bad this stuff will knock you out instantly," she said, handing one to Harry and the other to Malfoy. Harry looked at Malfoy's and had to do a double take. His potion's color was red, thick, and slimy, while Harry's was bluish, clear, and looked more like water than anything else... Why would they have two different potions to drink if they both had the flu?
Malfoy glanced up at Harry with a strange look on his face. Neither said anything, however, as Malfoy gulped down the potion and instantly fell back onto the bed. Harry looked down at his potion and decided that Malfoy knew something that Harry didn't, and whatever it was, Harry was planning on finding out. Harry gulped down his own potion and blackness swept over him.