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Chapter 5
Neville wished he knew more about potions. The only one he had that would work took two days to take effect and only lasts two weeks after that. That would last until the day after the Halloween ball, which was enough time for Neville to take Draco's place.
Draco wouldn't miss Harry though. That was the good thing about anti-love potions. For those two weeks, Draco would want to spend as little time near Harry as possible.
Neville slipped silently into the Slytherin Common Room. He took his extra potions lessons in Snape's private rooms, which he was thankful for; it meant he could get in whenever he wanted.
He took his shoes off and padded softly into the sixth year dorms. In the dark he saw a light haired head stand out amongst the dark ones. The boy was dreaming, muttering quietly in his sleep.
Neville walked up to the bed and got out the phial. He poured the purple liquid into the water on the bedside table, which turned from purple to pink then finally went clear again. He walked quickly out the room and as he closed the door he heard a pained voice yell out: -
"Harry! No, Harry; I love you!"
Neville winced at this but left as fast as he could. In just two days, Harry would be his.
The next day in Herbology, Professor Sprout was thinking much the same as Lupin had been a few weeks previously. That may have accounted for why she was too busy staring at Dean alternatively squeezing Ron's taut buttocks and choosing every possible moment to touch Hermione, to notice Harry wander too close to a particularly vicious carnivorous plant and get tugged down towards it.
Draco, on the other hand, was staring intently at Harry and when he saw him being dragged off from the class, he went crashing through the undergrowth after him. He lost sight of Harry nearly immediately though.
"Harry, where are you?" He shouted. There was a quiet rustling but no reply.
"Come on, Harry! I can't help you if I don't know where you are." This time there was nothing. Draco started searching through all the plants desperately for Harry.
"Please be alright; please let Harry be all right," he muttered like a chant, over and over in the hope that if he said it enough times it would come true.
"Why?" came a voice from his right, "Would you miss me?"
Draco leapt at the sound of Harry's voice but instead of replying he pulled Harry towards him and met his lips in a slow, sensuous kiss. He would have kissed him for hours if they had not been interrupted by: -
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Explain yourselves, what do you think you are doing?"
As Harry stuttered a response, Draco looked about slowly. Gradually he could make out the entire class standing around, either looking on open- mouthed or whispering feverously to their neighbours. He realised that by the end of the day the entire school would know that he and Harry Potter were an item. He didn't mind; he knew now that he loved Harry more than anything and could not do anything to hurt him. It would only hurt himself more.
He grabbed Harry's arm to stop him stuttering and said: -
"Entirely my fault, Professor. He had just agreed to go out with me and I could not resist kissing him. Sorry"
The trees erupted into noise, which took the teacher several tries to calm down.
"Malfoy, please keep your hormonal urges under control. I realise you are all of that age so I shall not be removing any points from either Slytherin or Griffindor. Kindly prevent a repeat performance. Let us get out of here, it can be quite dangerous to unaware persons."
"Ron." Hermione nudged her boyfriend when they returned to the working area. "Ron, where's Neville?"
Ron shrugged and tried to sight Harry to speak to him. "I dunno." Unfortunately, Professor Sprout chose that moment to dismiss the class and Ron found a mass of people blocking his way. He waited impatiently for the crowd to clear.
"Harry! HARRY! Wait up!" Ron finally caught up with Harry on his way back to the Griffindor Common Room. "Why am I always hearing everything from other people, Harry? Is it because of Dean? 'Cause Hermione agrees, we'll stop seeing him if you're against it."
Harry stopped Ron before he could say any more.
"Dean? What has Dean got to do with anything?"
Ron shifted guiltily at this. "Erm, we've been, I mean, Hermione and Dean and I are sort of, well, you know." Ron gestured vaguely and it took Harry a few minutes to work out what he was going on about.
"You and Hermione and DEAN??? Wow, I wasn't expecting that. Wow!" Harry was so shocked he forgot why Ron had approached him in the first place.
"Yeah, neither were we, he sort of turned up in bed one night and ever since then."
"Too much information thanks Ron."
"Yeah, so tell me. You and Malfoy, eh? Something you want to tell me, mate?"
"I think you pretty much know everything from Seamus. I would have told you but I was scared you'd hate me, 'cause it's Draco and everything."
Ron hit Harry over the head and said jokingly, "The only reason I'm mad at you is because you don't have the taste to fancy me! Now, seriously, do you want to come with Hermione and me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? We're going to get out robes for the Halloween ball."
"Well, I had the same idea, but I've kind of arranged to go with someone else."
"Big surprise, hope you have fun."
The two boys linked arms and ran inside their dormitory, desperate to discuss what everyone wanted to know, which only a select few knew of.
"Wear this one, it matches your eyes."
"No! It's Slytherin colours! I am not having you deck me out to look like one of you, if I don't find something soon, I'm going in my school robes."
This time it was the blond boy's turn to scream, "No! You have to look brilliant! You have to look perfect; everything has to be perfect."
"Erm, Draco? Why does everything have to be so good? It's just a ball."
"Harry, I've been thinking. I'm fed up sneaking around, having to pretend to hate you. I want us to be openly together and I was thinking, maybe we could, sort of let people notice, I mean if we went together."
Harry was rendered speechless. He opened and closed his mouth, with his eyes gaping, and Draco was about to liken him to a goldfish when Harry whispered, "I really love you, you know."
Draco leaned forwards and kissed Harry gently on the lips. "I love you too. However, I do think we should keep quiet until then; there's been enough talk about us lately. My father is getting suspicious and I don't want him to harm you. If everyone knows that we are going out then he won't dare touch you but until then I think we should keep it cool. Come on lets choose something."
The boys searched until they picked out some robes. Harry's was a plain red robe with a gold clasp, but Draco being Draco, he chose a Silver-blue crushed velvet robe with silver lining and a dark blue edge. Harry was going to complain when Draco offered to pay but Draco nudged him out the shop. "You can buy lunch, talking of which, go and save a table; I'll just pay and be along in a minute."
Harry looked suspiciously at Draco but decided against it. Draco took longer than Harry expected, which confirmed his worries but he decided against saying anything. He didn't want to ruin a perfect day.
At about two in the morning, Draco screamed. He woke up everyone in his dorm; it was so loud.
"I'll kill him! He must have put something in my drink! Like I could ever fancy Potter of my own accord." Draco looked quickly round at Goyle, who was staring curiously at him. "Greg! I've changed my mind; are you still on for the bet?"
Gregory, who hadn't been present when Draco had called off the bet, shrugged and nodded.
"I'm going to make him pay!"
Chapter 5
Neville wished he knew more about potions. The only one he had that would work took two days to take effect and only lasts two weeks after that. That would last until the day after the Halloween ball, which was enough time for Neville to take Draco's place.
Draco wouldn't miss Harry though. That was the good thing about anti-love potions. For those two weeks, Draco would want to spend as little time near Harry as possible.
Neville slipped silently into the Slytherin Common Room. He took his extra potions lessons in Snape's private rooms, which he was thankful for; it meant he could get in whenever he wanted.
He took his shoes off and padded softly into the sixth year dorms. In the dark he saw a light haired head stand out amongst the dark ones. The boy was dreaming, muttering quietly in his sleep.
Neville walked up to the bed and got out the phial. He poured the purple liquid into the water on the bedside table, which turned from purple to pink then finally went clear again. He walked quickly out the room and as he closed the door he heard a pained voice yell out: -
"Harry! No, Harry; I love you!"
Neville winced at this but left as fast as he could. In just two days, Harry would be his.
The next day in Herbology, Professor Sprout was thinking much the same as Lupin had been a few weeks previously. That may have accounted for why she was too busy staring at Dean alternatively squeezing Ron's taut buttocks and choosing every possible moment to touch Hermione, to notice Harry wander too close to a particularly vicious carnivorous plant and get tugged down towards it.
Draco, on the other hand, was staring intently at Harry and when he saw him being dragged off from the class, he went crashing through the undergrowth after him. He lost sight of Harry nearly immediately though.
"Harry, where are you?" He shouted. There was a quiet rustling but no reply.
"Come on, Harry! I can't help you if I don't know where you are." This time there was nothing. Draco started searching through all the plants desperately for Harry.
"Please be alright; please let Harry be all right," he muttered like a chant, over and over in the hope that if he said it enough times it would come true.
"Why?" came a voice from his right, "Would you miss me?"
Draco leapt at the sound of Harry's voice but instead of replying he pulled Harry towards him and met his lips in a slow, sensuous kiss. He would have kissed him for hours if they had not been interrupted by: -
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Explain yourselves, what do you think you are doing?"
As Harry stuttered a response, Draco looked about slowly. Gradually he could make out the entire class standing around, either looking on open- mouthed or whispering feverously to their neighbours. He realised that by the end of the day the entire school would know that he and Harry Potter were an item. He didn't mind; he knew now that he loved Harry more than anything and could not do anything to hurt him. It would only hurt himself more.
He grabbed Harry's arm to stop him stuttering and said: -
"Entirely my fault, Professor. He had just agreed to go out with me and I could not resist kissing him. Sorry"
The trees erupted into noise, which took the teacher several tries to calm down.
"Malfoy, please keep your hormonal urges under control. I realise you are all of that age so I shall not be removing any points from either Slytherin or Griffindor. Kindly prevent a repeat performance. Let us get out of here, it can be quite dangerous to unaware persons."
"Ron." Hermione nudged her boyfriend when they returned to the working area. "Ron, where's Neville?"
Ron shrugged and tried to sight Harry to speak to him. "I dunno." Unfortunately, Professor Sprout chose that moment to dismiss the class and Ron found a mass of people blocking his way. He waited impatiently for the crowd to clear.
"Harry! HARRY! Wait up!" Ron finally caught up with Harry on his way back to the Griffindor Common Room. "Why am I always hearing everything from other people, Harry? Is it because of Dean? 'Cause Hermione agrees, we'll stop seeing him if you're against it."
Harry stopped Ron before he could say any more.
"Dean? What has Dean got to do with anything?"
Ron shifted guiltily at this. "Erm, we've been, I mean, Hermione and Dean and I are sort of, well, you know." Ron gestured vaguely and it took Harry a few minutes to work out what he was going on about.
"You and Hermione and DEAN??? Wow, I wasn't expecting that. Wow!" Harry was so shocked he forgot why Ron had approached him in the first place.
"Yeah, neither were we, he sort of turned up in bed one night and ever since then."
"Too much information thanks Ron."
"Yeah, so tell me. You and Malfoy, eh? Something you want to tell me, mate?"
"I think you pretty much know everything from Seamus. I would have told you but I was scared you'd hate me, 'cause it's Draco and everything."
Ron hit Harry over the head and said jokingly, "The only reason I'm mad at you is because you don't have the taste to fancy me! Now, seriously, do you want to come with Hermione and me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? We're going to get out robes for the Halloween ball."
"Well, I had the same idea, but I've kind of arranged to go with someone else."
"Big surprise, hope you have fun."
The two boys linked arms and ran inside their dormitory, desperate to discuss what everyone wanted to know, which only a select few knew of.
"Wear this one, it matches your eyes."
"No! It's Slytherin colours! I am not having you deck me out to look like one of you, if I don't find something soon, I'm going in my school robes."
This time it was the blond boy's turn to scream, "No! You have to look brilliant! You have to look perfect; everything has to be perfect."
"Erm, Draco? Why does everything have to be so good? It's just a ball."
"Harry, I've been thinking. I'm fed up sneaking around, having to pretend to hate you. I want us to be openly together and I was thinking, maybe we could, sort of let people notice, I mean if we went together."
Harry was rendered speechless. He opened and closed his mouth, with his eyes gaping, and Draco was about to liken him to a goldfish when Harry whispered, "I really love you, you know."
Draco leaned forwards and kissed Harry gently on the lips. "I love you too. However, I do think we should keep quiet until then; there's been enough talk about us lately. My father is getting suspicious and I don't want him to harm you. If everyone knows that we are going out then he won't dare touch you but until then I think we should keep it cool. Come on lets choose something."
The boys searched until they picked out some robes. Harry's was a plain red robe with a gold clasp, but Draco being Draco, he chose a Silver-blue crushed velvet robe with silver lining and a dark blue edge. Harry was going to complain when Draco offered to pay but Draco nudged him out the shop. "You can buy lunch, talking of which, go and save a table; I'll just pay and be along in a minute."
Harry looked suspiciously at Draco but decided against it. Draco took longer than Harry expected, which confirmed his worries but he decided against saying anything. He didn't want to ruin a perfect day.
At about two in the morning, Draco screamed. He woke up everyone in his dorm; it was so loud.
"I'll kill him! He must have put something in my drink! Like I could ever fancy Potter of my own accord." Draco looked quickly round at Goyle, who was staring curiously at him. "Greg! I've changed my mind; are you still on for the bet?"
Gregory, who hadn't been present when Draco had called off the bet, shrugged and nodded.
"I'm going to make him pay!"