Jealousy of the Heart
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or affiliate. I REALLY wish I did though. The Castle and the many traps in it are NOT mine either. damn it. Thank God I DO own the plot. Though, did you know that writing this is VERY depressing, J. K. Rowling is getting paid probably MILLIONS to write with these wonderful characters, and I am sitting here writing only to hope for at least ONE good review from some nice person out there?
Harry was gently shaken awake by a pair of firm hands with long, thin fingers. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a blurr of red hair, pale skin and worn black cloth. He reached for his glasses, slipped them on, blinking as the shapes became the people they were, shadowed in the dark. Harry glanced quickly at the clock and groaned. He turned over, "Go back to bed you guys!!" It was 7:36, classes would begin in less than 30 minutes, yet to Harry it seemed like he'd just fallen asleep and he couldn't recall why he didn't sleep last night. "HARRY!! You need to get up!" A high pitched voice rang through the room, "We can't be late, hurry up!" "Hermione, forget the classes, remember what I said." This voice was Ron, he sounded really upset. "Huh?" Harry rolled over into a sitting position, and looked at the crowd around his bed. Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Neville, and The Twins were standing around, all looking at him like he was keeping something from them. "Ron told us that you went out last night and came back with red, watery eyes, and fell right asleep, with out telling him anything." Fred just spit it out, getting a glare from Ron and Hermione. "Yeah, Harry, Are you doing Muggle Drugs or what? Cause if you are, you're WAY to obvious!" George's usual attitude was gone, he was completely serious, which kind of scared Harry. "Guys, I SERIOUSLY don't know what you're talking about." He curled up in a ball and hid from his friends stares. "And I seriously saw you come in at 4:00 in the morning!!" Ron was in Hysterics "If I knew, I'm sure I'd tell you, but I don't!" "Harry, we're your friends, you can tell us anything." Hermione glared at Ron, and turned back to Harry, worried. "IF I FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT, I'LL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS!!! UNTIL THEN, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" With that Harry stomped off into the bathroom, and got ready for class leaving his friends, all the people he cared for most, sitting bewildered beside his bed, worried about him. Harry, after much confusing thought, came out of the steamy shower, and noticed Ron had his curtains drawn around his bed with a light glow illuminating the red fabric making it glow a faint ruby. Every few seconds he could hear a soft shifting, or a sniff. Harry instantly felt sorry for Ron, even if Harry had less than no idea what Ron was talking about, being out at 4:00 in the morning! Why would he do that? Still, Ron was his best Friend; he shouldn't have blown him off like that! Harry sulkily plodded down the red-carpeted stairs, deep in thought. At the bottom of the spiral, he bumped into Hermione, rushing by on her way to class. "Hey Hermione!" Harry smiled and tried to help her pick things up, but she just ignored him and went on her way. She met Ron at the portrait and they continued to class, without Harry. "Hey, Angie!" Harry was obviously desperate, because even though Angie was a year older, she was a sixth year, she was just as obsessed with him as the Creeveys. "Harry!! How are you!?!" The tall(compared to Harry) brunette answered. She was actually very pretty, but, she was pretty like Parvati and Lavender. "Just great" Harry's deepening voice dripped with sarcasm, as he rolled his green eyes, which went completely unnoticed by his aficionado. "That's wonderful! Where are all your friends?" Harry, amazed the pip noticed the absence of his usual companions, was at a loss of words to explain why he wasn't walking to class with Ron and Hermione, "Uh, yeah, they um, woke up late, and told me to go ahead." "Okay, cool! You wanna walk with me? What do you have first?" "Transfiguration. What about you?" "Potions. Yuck!" "So sorry, we'd better get to class" "Okay, I'll walk you there." Harry heard some of the sixth and seventh years snickering, but decided to ignore it. The two headed off to class through the portrait hole.
"Good afternoon class!!" The tiny Professor Flitwick squeaked. But it hadn't been a good day at all. After his morning classes, he tried to talk to his friends, but when they started nagging him about what he did last night, Harry told them he didn't know what they were talking about, and that made them even more upset. "Today we will be learning a very complicated spell that detects peoples moods, and reads some thoughts. Ideally it would be much simpler so you could use it in everyday life, and know when someone is or isn't in the mood to talk, or play a game or whatever. "Now, I need a volunteer. We'll see what kind of mood they are in." At first nobody raised their hand, for obvious reasons, so Flitwick told the class whomever volunteered would get extra credit if they were in a good mood. Naturally, almost everybody in the class raised their hands, and Flitwick jumped back, surprised by the enthusiasm. "Okay, let's have Potter up here." "But, sir, I didn't raise my hand." "Come on, let's go," Harry reluctantly pulled himself from the chair and stood at the front of the room. "What do I need to do?" "Stand there and look pretty now, Mr. Potter. Okay, observe closely, we have the subject, Harry, we use our nice little swish and flick motion, and say, 'innermarvious'" Suddenly a wheel appeared in front of the professer and when in came to a stop, a small arrow was pointing to a face. He held it up for the class to see and they all saw a bright yellow smiling face. Everyone laughed and laughed. Harry knew that something had gone wrong, until he noticed the smiley face was right next to a tired/angry face, which was more complicated than all the others. Harry smiled slightly and returned to his seat. He looked down at Ron who knew he wasn't happy, and laughed slightly when he saw Ron asking Professor Flitwick if he knew he did it right.
Later on that night, in the Trophy room, Draco stood, waiting for the Dark- haired boy. He waited for several hours before he walked down to where Sirius and Lupin were staying to ask them if they knew where Potter was. He came around a corner, to a large statue of a large shaggy dog, a thin wolf, a grand stag and the body of a rat, where the head was broken off. "Guard Harry" He whispered to the stone figure, and they all scattered leaving a long slide clear. He jumped in, and followed the twisting tube downward until he landed in a huge room decorated in Gryffindor colors. He banged on their separate doors, and they both came running out, in full robes, and glanced at Draco and immediately their eyes grew with worry. "What?" Lupin yawned. "Harry was supposta be in the Trophy Room two hours ago, but he never showed up!" "WHAT!" Sirius dashed off, out the door, the other two just behind by steps. He ran right up to the Gryffindor tower, and straight to the boy's dorms, not noticing Harry on one of the couches, curled up with Quiddich through the Ages. Draco, not wanting to be seen by Ron or any other Gryffindor boys, walked over to one of the couches, and started to sit down, yet he sat on something quite unlike a couch. "Ouch! Yo, Arse, get off me!!" Draco jumped up, and as soon as he was off Harry, Harry sat up and looked at the small blonde boy in front of him.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or affiliate. I REALLY wish I did though. The Castle and the many traps in it are NOT mine either. damn it. Thank God I DO own the plot. Though, did you know that writing this is VERY depressing, J. K. Rowling is getting paid probably MILLIONS to write with these wonderful characters, and I am sitting here writing only to hope for at least ONE good review from some nice person out there?
Harry was gently shaken awake by a pair of firm hands with long, thin fingers. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a blurr of red hair, pale skin and worn black cloth. He reached for his glasses, slipped them on, blinking as the shapes became the people they were, shadowed in the dark. Harry glanced quickly at the clock and groaned. He turned over, "Go back to bed you guys!!" It was 7:36, classes would begin in less than 30 minutes, yet to Harry it seemed like he'd just fallen asleep and he couldn't recall why he didn't sleep last night. "HARRY!! You need to get up!" A high pitched voice rang through the room, "We can't be late, hurry up!" "Hermione, forget the classes, remember what I said." This voice was Ron, he sounded really upset. "Huh?" Harry rolled over into a sitting position, and looked at the crowd around his bed. Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Neville, and The Twins were standing around, all looking at him like he was keeping something from them. "Ron told us that you went out last night and came back with red, watery eyes, and fell right asleep, with out telling him anything." Fred just spit it out, getting a glare from Ron and Hermione. "Yeah, Harry, Are you doing Muggle Drugs or what? Cause if you are, you're WAY to obvious!" George's usual attitude was gone, he was completely serious, which kind of scared Harry. "Guys, I SERIOUSLY don't know what you're talking about." He curled up in a ball and hid from his friends stares. "And I seriously saw you come in at 4:00 in the morning!!" Ron was in Hysterics "If I knew, I'm sure I'd tell you, but I don't!" "Harry, we're your friends, you can tell us anything." Hermione glared at Ron, and turned back to Harry, worried. "IF I FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT, I'LL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS!!! UNTIL THEN, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" With that Harry stomped off into the bathroom, and got ready for class leaving his friends, all the people he cared for most, sitting bewildered beside his bed, worried about him. Harry, after much confusing thought, came out of the steamy shower, and noticed Ron had his curtains drawn around his bed with a light glow illuminating the red fabric making it glow a faint ruby. Every few seconds he could hear a soft shifting, or a sniff. Harry instantly felt sorry for Ron, even if Harry had less than no idea what Ron was talking about, being out at 4:00 in the morning! Why would he do that? Still, Ron was his best Friend; he shouldn't have blown him off like that! Harry sulkily plodded down the red-carpeted stairs, deep in thought. At the bottom of the spiral, he bumped into Hermione, rushing by on her way to class. "Hey Hermione!" Harry smiled and tried to help her pick things up, but she just ignored him and went on her way. She met Ron at the portrait and they continued to class, without Harry. "Hey, Angie!" Harry was obviously desperate, because even though Angie was a year older, she was a sixth year, she was just as obsessed with him as the Creeveys. "Harry!! How are you!?!" The tall(compared to Harry) brunette answered. She was actually very pretty, but, she was pretty like Parvati and Lavender. "Just great" Harry's deepening voice dripped with sarcasm, as he rolled his green eyes, which went completely unnoticed by his aficionado. "That's wonderful! Where are all your friends?" Harry, amazed the pip noticed the absence of his usual companions, was at a loss of words to explain why he wasn't walking to class with Ron and Hermione, "Uh, yeah, they um, woke up late, and told me to go ahead." "Okay, cool! You wanna walk with me? What do you have first?" "Transfiguration. What about you?" "Potions. Yuck!" "So sorry, we'd better get to class" "Okay, I'll walk you there." Harry heard some of the sixth and seventh years snickering, but decided to ignore it. The two headed off to class through the portrait hole.
"Good afternoon class!!" The tiny Professor Flitwick squeaked. But it hadn't been a good day at all. After his morning classes, he tried to talk to his friends, but when they started nagging him about what he did last night, Harry told them he didn't know what they were talking about, and that made them even more upset. "Today we will be learning a very complicated spell that detects peoples moods, and reads some thoughts. Ideally it would be much simpler so you could use it in everyday life, and know when someone is or isn't in the mood to talk, or play a game or whatever. "Now, I need a volunteer. We'll see what kind of mood they are in." At first nobody raised their hand, for obvious reasons, so Flitwick told the class whomever volunteered would get extra credit if they were in a good mood. Naturally, almost everybody in the class raised their hands, and Flitwick jumped back, surprised by the enthusiasm. "Okay, let's have Potter up here." "But, sir, I didn't raise my hand." "Come on, let's go," Harry reluctantly pulled himself from the chair and stood at the front of the room. "What do I need to do?" "Stand there and look pretty now, Mr. Potter. Okay, observe closely, we have the subject, Harry, we use our nice little swish and flick motion, and say, 'innermarvious'" Suddenly a wheel appeared in front of the professer and when in came to a stop, a small arrow was pointing to a face. He held it up for the class to see and they all saw a bright yellow smiling face. Everyone laughed and laughed. Harry knew that something had gone wrong, until he noticed the smiley face was right next to a tired/angry face, which was more complicated than all the others. Harry smiled slightly and returned to his seat. He looked down at Ron who knew he wasn't happy, and laughed slightly when he saw Ron asking Professor Flitwick if he knew he did it right.
Later on that night, in the Trophy room, Draco stood, waiting for the Dark- haired boy. He waited for several hours before he walked down to where Sirius and Lupin were staying to ask them if they knew where Potter was. He came around a corner, to a large statue of a large shaggy dog, a thin wolf, a grand stag and the body of a rat, where the head was broken off. "Guard Harry" He whispered to the stone figure, and they all scattered leaving a long slide clear. He jumped in, and followed the twisting tube downward until he landed in a huge room decorated in Gryffindor colors. He banged on their separate doors, and they both came running out, in full robes, and glanced at Draco and immediately their eyes grew with worry. "What?" Lupin yawned. "Harry was supposta be in the Trophy Room two hours ago, but he never showed up!" "WHAT!" Sirius dashed off, out the door, the other two just behind by steps. He ran right up to the Gryffindor tower, and straight to the boy's dorms, not noticing Harry on one of the couches, curled up with Quiddich through the Ages. Draco, not wanting to be seen by Ron or any other Gryffindor boys, walked over to one of the couches, and started to sit down, yet he sat on something quite unlike a couch. "Ouch! Yo, Arse, get off me!!" Draco jumped up, and as soon as he was off Harry, Harry sat up and looked at the small blonde boy in front of him.
Well. I finally posted more^_^ yep yep!! REVIEW PLEASE!!