Just a note: I'm making up Draco's b-day to fit in with the plot. I just gave him my b-day lol.
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The next couple of weeks were hard for him. He didn't know what was worse: his emotional battles, and these new feelings he had, or Ron's constant pestering.
"Harry please!" Ron said on Friday, November 13. "Please tell me! I'm your best friend! Please!!!!"
"Harry doesn't want to talk about it, Ron. Just leave it at that!" Hermione said bossily.
Everyone was acting very strangely, and Harry supposed it was due to the fact that it was Friday the 13th. Everywhere he went, people had strange items, no doubt some kind of good luck charms and other things to ward off bad luck. Harry was really never that superstitious. Ron, on the other hand, was a wreck. He had about 5 different kinds of amulets around his neck, pins, you name it. And let's not forget keeping his fingers in a cross constantly, warding off vampires that Ron alone could see.
"You never know..." Ron said, holding his hands in front of him in the crossing position.
Harry thought it was amusing, however, when they entered potions. Every time Snape came over to Harry and Ron, Ron crossed his fingers (making sure his back was turned, however). And, to their great surprise, Draco was not in class, nor was he seen in the corridors.
"Ron, I have to thank you!" Harry said.
"For...?" Ron asked, confused.
"That was probably the first potions lesson ever that I haven't gotten in trouble. And it's all thanks to you and your fingers!" They laughed.
"I don't think it's so funny. If Snape saw you, you'd be in for it!" Hermione said bossily.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ron said, suppressing more laughing.
"You know what, Hermione?" He started again, looking seriously at her and stopping.
"I finally figured out why your hair is so bushy! I think you're too stressed out, so your hair kind of..." Ron motioned with his hands to pretend that some invisible hair on his head was frizzing up.
She shot a disgusted look at Ron and strode off to her Arithmancy lesson, while Harry and Ron headed to North Tower, and Divination.
"I'm getting good!" Ron said, grinning ear-to-ear, happy that he was improving on his comebacks.
Divination was extra-boring today, due to the fact that Trelawney was having a field day with the fact that it was Friday the 13th. She was predicting Harry's death more horribly today, saying he was to be drowned and then was to be beheaded.
"Wow, Harry! You are special!" Ron said in an undertone as to conceal his voice from Trelawney.
"You get to die twice!"
Harry couldn't help it. He burst out with laughter.
"And what, might I ask," Trelawney started in her misty voice, "is so funny about your beheading?"
"Nothing, Professor...it was just that, I was wondering, how could I die twice?" Harry snickered.
Professor Trelawney blushed, probably for the first time in her life, at her mistake.
'According to her,' said a note that Ron passed to him, 'You'd have died around 500 times...once for each of her Harry-death scenes!'
Harry had to pretend a coughing fit this time, which send Professor Trelawney out the window with excitement.
"Go down to the hospital wing now, Potter, I'm afraid that if you stay here, you may very well suffocate from your coughing fit! Hurry! Before it is too late!" Trelawney said, rushing past him and opening the trap door for him.
As Harry got up, thankful to be leaving this class, Ron passed another note to him, which he took care not to read until he was on his way to the hospital wing.
'Make that 501! -Ron'
Harry didn't go to the hospital wing, mainly due to the fact that nothing was wrong with him. He walked back to the Gryffindor common room, which was empty because everyone was in class. Suddenly, a great shout came from right outside the portrait hole. It didn't sound like a pain scream, more like a happy scream. What puzzled Harry so much was that he thought the people who screamed...well...let's just say, he'd never expect those people to sound happy, ever.
He was right, however. A group of people were crowded around Draco Malfoy, screaming cheerily. He noticed Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, his parents, and others that were, no doubt, his other relatives. Pansy Parkinson was trying t latch her arm to Malfoy's, but he kept shrugging her off. He didn't look too fond of her at all. They were all cheering about something. Intrigued by this, Harry decided, why not? Why not go and see what they're up to? Harry thought.
Deciding that it was best if he wasn't seen, he got his invisibility cloak quickly and ran toward where the Malfoy Clan was moving.
They were talking excitedly, heading for a place of the castle that Harry had never seen. It was a large room, filled with silver and green streamers and balloons, and a large cake saying...
"Happy Birthday Draco?" Harry said out loud to himself, almost forgetting he couldn't be seen and no one knew he was there. Apparently, it was Draco's birthday. November 13th.
"Happy Birthday, son!" Lucius said, handing him a present. It was the most beautiful thing Harry ever saw, besides Draco himself, of course. It was a pocket watch that had emeralds and diamonds embedded all around it. the emeralds in the center formed a blazing green snake, and two rubies completed the creature, making it eyes. Harry actually saw Draco's eyes fill with tears as he spoke to his father.
"Father...thank you so much! Are you sure you...?"
"Yes, my son, it was your great grandfather's, and then my father's, then mine, and now I'm proud to say it'll be yours. Draco hugged his father. Harry suddenly felt the urge to top that present, like he wanted Draco to love his gift, not his fathers.
He ran out the still open door, and went straight to his dormitory. Searching through all his stuff, he found nothing exceptional and beautiful enough to top the watch. Then, he saw it. The knife that Sirius had gave him for Christmas a few years ago. Harry thought twice about this, however. He loved his knife, but it was worth it for Draco. Harry wondered how his opinion of his worst enemy could have changed so much and so suddenly. But with a few charms...he could make it look about a million times better...
He met up with Hermione in the common room and asked her hurriedly, "Hermione! How do you magic up stones...like Emeralds?"
"Well," Hermione started, "it's a tricky process, but I bet you can get it done within the hour!" So Hermione went in to a lecture on how to make the stones appear, and how to place them, and he was off. He spent nearly 3 hours on trying to place them just right, not in order to copy the pocket watch's pattern, but to make it unique and beautiful. He had no idea what to put on the knife that Draco would like, but then...
"I've got it!" He screamed out loud, drawing a couple of strange looks from his fellow Gryffindors. Harry did as Hermione had told him: "Trace the figure you want, and where you want it, then say what it's supposed to be, and the jewels will arrange themselves."
Harry traced where he wanted the picture and muttered, "Dragon." The emeralds zoomed around and formed a perfect dragon on the handle. He thought a dragon would be perfect, owing to the fact that "Draco" meant "Dragon."
Harry was about to wrap it, but noticed that something was missing.
"Aha!" He said, taking a couple of the remaining rubies citrine, forming fire coming from the dragon's mouth.
"Perfect!" Harry said, eyeing his creation carefully, searching for any mistakes. There were none.
Harry put the cloak on and went to the room.
Draco had obviously opened a lot more presents now, for the ground and tables were littered with wrapping paper, clothes, small items, and other birthday presents. Harry made sure that no one was looking when he pulled the cloak up just enough to let his hand put the wrapped knife on the table. He had scribbled across it, "To Draco, with all my love." He decided not to add his name, incase someone, like his father saw it. Lucius would disown Draco if he ever got anything saying the word "love" on it from Harry. When Draco went over to the table to get another slice of cake, he saw the new parcel lying there.
He picked it up apprehensively, and read aloud, "To Draco, with all my love?"
He opened it and his eyes watered like never before. He looked at the dragon, then on the other side to his name emblazoned across its length in emerald, ruby, and citrine. His mouth curled into a smile, tears flooded his face, and he turned to where Harry was standing.
"Thank you..." He said almost in a whisper. Harry wondered if Draco could see through his cloak, but then noticed that half his leg was showing. The cloak was not completely covering him. Draco, by now, knew that Harry had an invisibility cloak.
Harry smiled, knowing Draco liked it. And Harry, pulling the cloak over his leg just to make sure, went over to Draco and hugged him.
Draco, thankfully, hugged back. Harry played with Draco's hair through his cloak as best as he could.
"I love dragons...thank you." Draco said.
"I love you, Draco." Harry said, before he even realized what was coming from his mouth.
Draco looked at him shocked, almost as if he was hurt. He ran off, leaving Harry there, wondering what it was that he did wrong.
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The next couple of weeks were hard for him. He didn't know what was worse: his emotional battles, and these new feelings he had, or Ron's constant pestering.
"Harry please!" Ron said on Friday, November 13. "Please tell me! I'm your best friend! Please!!!!"
"Harry doesn't want to talk about it, Ron. Just leave it at that!" Hermione said bossily.
Everyone was acting very strangely, and Harry supposed it was due to the fact that it was Friday the 13th. Everywhere he went, people had strange items, no doubt some kind of good luck charms and other things to ward off bad luck. Harry was really never that superstitious. Ron, on the other hand, was a wreck. He had about 5 different kinds of amulets around his neck, pins, you name it. And let's not forget keeping his fingers in a cross constantly, warding off vampires that Ron alone could see.
"You never know..." Ron said, holding his hands in front of him in the crossing position.
Harry thought it was amusing, however, when they entered potions. Every time Snape came over to Harry and Ron, Ron crossed his fingers (making sure his back was turned, however). And, to their great surprise, Draco was not in class, nor was he seen in the corridors.
"Ron, I have to thank you!" Harry said.
"For...?" Ron asked, confused.
"That was probably the first potions lesson ever that I haven't gotten in trouble. And it's all thanks to you and your fingers!" They laughed.
"I don't think it's so funny. If Snape saw you, you'd be in for it!" Hermione said bossily.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ron said, suppressing more laughing.
"You know what, Hermione?" He started again, looking seriously at her and stopping.
"I finally figured out why your hair is so bushy! I think you're too stressed out, so your hair kind of..." Ron motioned with his hands to pretend that some invisible hair on his head was frizzing up.
She shot a disgusted look at Ron and strode off to her Arithmancy lesson, while Harry and Ron headed to North Tower, and Divination.
"I'm getting good!" Ron said, grinning ear-to-ear, happy that he was improving on his comebacks.
Divination was extra-boring today, due to the fact that Trelawney was having a field day with the fact that it was Friday the 13th. She was predicting Harry's death more horribly today, saying he was to be drowned and then was to be beheaded.
"Wow, Harry! You are special!" Ron said in an undertone as to conceal his voice from Trelawney.
"You get to die twice!"
Harry couldn't help it. He burst out with laughter.
"And what, might I ask," Trelawney started in her misty voice, "is so funny about your beheading?"
"Nothing, Professor...it was just that, I was wondering, how could I die twice?" Harry snickered.
Professor Trelawney blushed, probably for the first time in her life, at her mistake.
'According to her,' said a note that Ron passed to him, 'You'd have died around 500 times...once for each of her Harry-death scenes!'
Harry had to pretend a coughing fit this time, which send Professor Trelawney out the window with excitement.
"Go down to the hospital wing now, Potter, I'm afraid that if you stay here, you may very well suffocate from your coughing fit! Hurry! Before it is too late!" Trelawney said, rushing past him and opening the trap door for him.
As Harry got up, thankful to be leaving this class, Ron passed another note to him, which he took care not to read until he was on his way to the hospital wing.
'Make that 501! -Ron'
Harry didn't go to the hospital wing, mainly due to the fact that nothing was wrong with him. He walked back to the Gryffindor common room, which was empty because everyone was in class. Suddenly, a great shout came from right outside the portrait hole. It didn't sound like a pain scream, more like a happy scream. What puzzled Harry so much was that he thought the people who screamed...well...let's just say, he'd never expect those people to sound happy, ever.
He was right, however. A group of people were crowded around Draco Malfoy, screaming cheerily. He noticed Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, his parents, and others that were, no doubt, his other relatives. Pansy Parkinson was trying t latch her arm to Malfoy's, but he kept shrugging her off. He didn't look too fond of her at all. They were all cheering about something. Intrigued by this, Harry decided, why not? Why not go and see what they're up to? Harry thought.
Deciding that it was best if he wasn't seen, he got his invisibility cloak quickly and ran toward where the Malfoy Clan was moving.
They were talking excitedly, heading for a place of the castle that Harry had never seen. It was a large room, filled with silver and green streamers and balloons, and a large cake saying...
"Happy Birthday Draco?" Harry said out loud to himself, almost forgetting he couldn't be seen and no one knew he was there. Apparently, it was Draco's birthday. November 13th.
"Happy Birthday, son!" Lucius said, handing him a present. It was the most beautiful thing Harry ever saw, besides Draco himself, of course. It was a pocket watch that had emeralds and diamonds embedded all around it. the emeralds in the center formed a blazing green snake, and two rubies completed the creature, making it eyes. Harry actually saw Draco's eyes fill with tears as he spoke to his father.
"Father...thank you so much! Are you sure you...?"
"Yes, my son, it was your great grandfather's, and then my father's, then mine, and now I'm proud to say it'll be yours. Draco hugged his father. Harry suddenly felt the urge to top that present, like he wanted Draco to love his gift, not his fathers.
He ran out the still open door, and went straight to his dormitory. Searching through all his stuff, he found nothing exceptional and beautiful enough to top the watch. Then, he saw it. The knife that Sirius had gave him for Christmas a few years ago. Harry thought twice about this, however. He loved his knife, but it was worth it for Draco. Harry wondered how his opinion of his worst enemy could have changed so much and so suddenly. But with a few charms...he could make it look about a million times better...
He met up with Hermione in the common room and asked her hurriedly, "Hermione! How do you magic up stones...like Emeralds?"
"Well," Hermione started, "it's a tricky process, but I bet you can get it done within the hour!" So Hermione went in to a lecture on how to make the stones appear, and how to place them, and he was off. He spent nearly 3 hours on trying to place them just right, not in order to copy the pocket watch's pattern, but to make it unique and beautiful. He had no idea what to put on the knife that Draco would like, but then...
"I've got it!" He screamed out loud, drawing a couple of strange looks from his fellow Gryffindors. Harry did as Hermione had told him: "Trace the figure you want, and where you want it, then say what it's supposed to be, and the jewels will arrange themselves."
Harry traced where he wanted the picture and muttered, "Dragon." The emeralds zoomed around and formed a perfect dragon on the handle. He thought a dragon would be perfect, owing to the fact that "Draco" meant "Dragon."
Harry was about to wrap it, but noticed that something was missing.
"Aha!" He said, taking a couple of the remaining rubies citrine, forming fire coming from the dragon's mouth.
"Perfect!" Harry said, eyeing his creation carefully, searching for any mistakes. There were none.
Harry put the cloak on and went to the room.
Draco had obviously opened a lot more presents now, for the ground and tables were littered with wrapping paper, clothes, small items, and other birthday presents. Harry made sure that no one was looking when he pulled the cloak up just enough to let his hand put the wrapped knife on the table. He had scribbled across it, "To Draco, with all my love." He decided not to add his name, incase someone, like his father saw it. Lucius would disown Draco if he ever got anything saying the word "love" on it from Harry. When Draco went over to the table to get another slice of cake, he saw the new parcel lying there.
He picked it up apprehensively, and read aloud, "To Draco, with all my love?"
He opened it and his eyes watered like never before. He looked at the dragon, then on the other side to his name emblazoned across its length in emerald, ruby, and citrine. His mouth curled into a smile, tears flooded his face, and he turned to where Harry was standing.
"Thank you..." He said almost in a whisper. Harry wondered if Draco could see through his cloak, but then noticed that half his leg was showing. The cloak was not completely covering him. Draco, by now, knew that Harry had an invisibility cloak.
Harry smiled, knowing Draco liked it. And Harry, pulling the cloak over his leg just to make sure, went over to Draco and hugged him.
Draco, thankfully, hugged back. Harry played with Draco's hair through his cloak as best as he could.
"I love dragons...thank you." Draco said.
"I love you, Draco." Harry said, before he even realized what was coming from his mouth.
Draco looked at him shocked, almost as if he was hurt. He ran off, leaving Harry there, wondering what it was that he did wrong.